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So of course we’re inundated as pregnant women with information about what to do, what not to do, what to eat, what not to eat, etc… because in the ever wise words of the “Pregnant Chicken” when you get pregnant your brain falls out of your ass and you can’t think anymore.

All that being said, I have still wondered and looked outside of myself for advice about how much I really should be eating at this point, in the spirit of Thanksgiving tomorrow. It is a very strange feeling beacuse I have never had food issues and have never in my life wondered about eating. When I was hungry, I ate. When I felt I was eating too much, I stopped. And I certainly figured out that once I headed north of 25 my caloric intake needed to be adjusted. Lower.

I don’t eat junk, but I’m not exactly a food saint, either. Example: no McDonald’s but for your consideration, see “The Chief” burger at Sapsuckers. A few weeks ago I felt like I could have eaten four of those bastards. Of course I didn’t. And no oreos, candy bars, processed crap, but black and white cookies from Copenhagen Bakery? OMFG. It was buy one get one free last week which I think I mentioned. What could I do?

Nonetheless, I really haven’t been eating too much more than prepreg. And honestly the cookie calories are probably just subbing in for my vodka tonics (did I mention I miss you?) So I did some internet sleuthing and came across a site that had a calorie calculator for pregnant women. You plug in your age, pre pregnancy weight, height, and exercise frequency. According to them at 38 years old, five foot nine, 150 lbs and daily exercise, I should be eating 2620 calories a day in my second trimester. WHAT? And go up to 2810 in my third trimester. Um, I’m not planning on trying out for the defensive line of the New York Giants, so that seems like a lot of calories.

I was pretty much under the assumption that 1500 a day was pretty good for me, and now I’d just tack an extra 300 onto that with the pregnancy. I’m not sure what to make of this. I may get up to that number tomorrow with turkey and pie, but normally  I would never get close. And I’m not buying this “packing on fat” for the baby and afterward (for bfing). This would be more plausible if we were back in the stone age and birth/child rearing meant a woman would be sequestered away and unable to hunt/forage/etc…and eating was much less frequent than it is today (read:not 3x daily and certainly not as calorie dense). So having fat stores would be a matter of life and death. Today in comparison all food is “fast food” and this doesn’t seem necessary anymore.

So I’m just as confused as when I started. But I’m not sweating it. I’ll eat when I feel I need to. And I’m certainly not holding back tomorrow, although we’re going to my in laws and I am seriously going to miss my mother’s stuffing. It’s just a classic bread stuffing that she uses Bell’s Seasoning in, but the smell of those onions and celery sauteeing in butter early on Thanksgiving morning is almost better than bacon.

Almost.

I hope she saves me some!

M

I was 20 weeks last Friday, and all is going very smoothly all things considered. I had a checkup on Halloween where my blood pressure was slightly elevated (135/78) so my midwife wanted me to come back a week later and re check it.

Naturally this sent me, a normally sane person, into a state of meta-panic. I crawled into bed and laid there like a sloth, worrying that I had pre eclampsia, and I’m pretty sure gave myself a headache by worrying that either my head was going to pop off, the baby was going to detach, or both simultaneously.

Dan actually left work ON TIME and got home at 5:30. It was amazing to think that if he got to leave on time each night he’d actually be home at that hour regularly. He was a great source of comfort and as usual reminded me that I’m not a 1,000 years old and I probably just had a bad day or maybe something I ate or whatever.

Of course when I returned to the midwife a week later my bp was 118/70 and I felt like a total a-hole for getting everyone around me all riled up. Unfortunate side effect is that I am no longer able to imitate a bed ridden walrus and we can no longer subsist on take out each night.

This Friday is our big 20 week sonogram. We’re not finding out the sex, so I’ll have to let them know ahead of time to not spill the beans. I’m still in between wearing my regular pants and my H and M maternity jeans which are awesome. It really sucks that you can’t order  from H and M online here in the states. WTF?

We also had a great weekend of moving crap. I went from bedridden bp patient to heavy lifter. Well, not really, but I did help. We had to take off the soft top on my jeep and put the hard top on. And yes, I am driving a 2 door Wrangler, even after Baby Basmati comes so suck it. Then we moved all the crap (most of it anyways) out of the nursery room and into the office, which for a few days after closely resembled some kind of post apocalyptic furniture thunderdome.

Did you know that Benjamin Moore makes about eleventy million shades of green and if you’re not already insane from being pregnant you can nearly drive yourself to that point by trying to figure out what color will be perfect for your gender neutral nursery. (BTW go to the Benjamin Moore website and register yourself and you’ll get a nice 30% off coupon emailed to you.)

M

PS for anyone who wants to see here’s a really crappy photo of me at 20 weeks 4 days. I can’t really produce a bump, sometimes I think I just look thick. Please disregard any toothpaste spots on my mirror. Yes that is my hair it is hippie long and also not getting cut, along with the jeep.

 

 

It’s been a while since I last posted. Since then I have had my second blood test for the nuchal screen. The genetic counselor still pushed really hard for the amnio since I am (gasp) 38, but we just smiled and nodded through her questionnaire. I decided that if all comes back well with the screen then I’ll forgo the amnio, regardless of my Advanced Maternal Age. Ugh.

She had a laundry list of questions about both of our backgrounds. Silly me, I thought that our baby would be up there in the genetic diversity category: my father is Irish and a quarter German, my mom’s Hungarian. D’s father is from Calcutta, India and his mother is half Persian Jewish and Austrian Jewish. But this didn’t deter her from suggesting testing for Tay Sach’s, CF and I’m sure other things were mentioned before I fully zoned out. I started to loop through the real possibility of me being a Tay Sach’s carrier and also D since he’s half Sephardic but I gave up since trying to explain that to this woman would have been an adventure I wasn’t willing to get into. We’re going to a county hospital for our testing and for the birth (they have a birthing center for private patients) so the majority of the patients are lower income and minorities (it also services the prison next door). Though not of the Jewish minority. She probably went home and wrote a book report about us. Dear diary…

The blood draw was horrifying, almost more so for D than for me since he was watching and I was wincing with my head turned away. Three attempts and two huge black and blues later for one lousy vial of blood. Please I hope they listen next time when I say to use a pediatric needle. Thanks.

I’m starting to show a little, a pouch sticks out as the day wears on. I’m still fitting into my regular clothes, but it became time to suck it up and shop for maternity. I was lucky to have my sister donate her entire maternity wardrobe to me since she’s closed up shop, but I still need some other things. All of her stuff is brown. Not a single pair of black pants to be found. And the one pair of jeans? Um, not too good.

I found a great wrap cardigan and an awesome pair of jeans at H&M. Being new to all of this I didn’t realize that the mommy clothes would be buried in the childrens department. It sucks that we can’t order online from H&M here in the states since they have more stuff on the site. Unfortunately I couldn’t get a pair of black jeans since the only ones they had were “skinny”. Which I don’t mind, except for the snug ankles. Why oh why would this be flattering during pregnancy? This will not make my ass look smaller.

And horizontal stripes on maternity tops is just stupid. Stop it. Now. I am not a boat captain. I do not desire to look wider. Please.

All you other mommies out there probably know about Old Navy (got my package today in the mail, great basics), Target (some good, some okay), Kohl’s, and surprise of all, Forever 21. It seems like they just have real basics online right now, but it’s super cheap if you want to use belly bands or need some tank tops. Some people are freaked out thinking this is geared toward teen moms, but the news flash is that this won’t make kids get pregnant faster. Maternity clothes don’t encourage unprotected sex. You know what makes kids want to have sex? The having sex part. It’s not that complicated.

Also found a great site through pregnantchicken.com called Kiki’s Fashions. Very cute, inexpensive things but also guilty of the horizontal stripes.

Went out for dinner with D last Friday to celebrate Baby Basmati reaching 16 weeks and the size of an avocado. It was Huntington restaurant week and the place we went was packed. Had an awesome appetizer of burrata stuffed with ricotta, short rib for my main, and bread pudding with caramel sauce which kicked ass. And a nice glass of Malbec so deal with it sanctimommies. I watched with longing as D had two “special agent” martinis (basically a vesper, like from Casino Royale). One day you too shall be mine, martini. One day.

I didn’t ask if the cheese was pasteurized, but incidentally I searched through our local cheese market at the wide selection of brie in the case. ALL PASTEURIZED. Finding unpasteurized cheese is harder than getting hit by a rhino on Main Street. I got some brie and ate half the wedge as I made dinner Saturday. I may do it again this weekend. I haven’t gained any weight so far thanks to my first trimester food aversion, so I feel good on that front. So bring on the cheese.

And all those blogs and websites touting the second trimester energy surge are pure BS. I am so freaking tired. I’m sure BB is going through a growth spurt (I know my bump is getting there) which has to be sucking the life from me. I’m not anemic. So it’s just crap. I think they tell you how “glorious” the second trimester is to get you through your (possible) barfing in your first and the inevitable foot in your bladder/throat/lung that will bless you in your third.

Gotta drag my ass to the gym to keep moving. Ordered more clothes from Kohl’s today and we’ll see how they are when they arrive.

M

So we had a lovely fall like weekend on Long Island. On Saturday my husband decided he wanted to go into town to get a haircut. I thought I’d go browse around while he had his appointment. The fresh air would do me some good since I slept not one wink Friday night. For some reason even though I’m not showing at all and I haven’t gained a pound I cannot find a comfortable position to sleep in. Oh, and DH has been snoring like a Boeing 747. Did I mention that? I’m sure this question has been asked and answered a million times but how the hell does he not wake himself up? But if I shush him he wakes up. And offended I may add.

“Why are you shushing me? It’s rude.”

Um-I CAN’T SLEEP! I AM PREGNANT! I AM EXHAUSTED!

Anyhoo, into town. I walked into our local independent book retailer (yes we still have one of those, our town is awesome) and poked about. I picked up a book about lobsters called, “The Secret Life of Lobsters”. I thought it looked interesting. I just finished “Tomatoland” and before that “The Omnivore’s Dilemma”, so I figured I’d like it.

Then I decided to amble over to the pregnancy books. I had looked a few weeks ago at a Border’s-all the merchandise was discounted since they are going out of business. I ended up with a baby naming book. Naming this kid is giving me palpitations.

But the rest of the lit-kinda lame. I thought I’d give it another try. I picked up a book called something like Your Pregnancy Week by Week or whatever. I flipped to week 12 and read along. Your baby is the size of a plum! Aww…cute (I guess). You may need maternity clothes. Uh, not really, but whatever. What to eat, other symptoms, blah, blah, blah. Then the last paragraph of week 12 had some handy advice about exercise:

(I’m paraphrasing here)

Some women belong to Curves, the women’s fitness club. They wonder if they can continue their workout routine while pregnant. Why yes-you certainly can! Just don’t overdo it/breathe naturally/sit down during the whole routine/do it for ten minutes etc, etc…

Um, excuse me, but who belongs to Curves that’s under 50? And are these women pregnant? What a miracle! The genetic counselor looked at me like I was a fossil, so I’d like to round up some of these Curves-going pregnant women and trot them into her office. Hah! You think I’m old? I’m of “Advanced Maternal Age”? Check out these broads! Later they’re going to jazzercise!

And another thing. Enough of this “Swimming and water aerobics are great for pregnant women”. Yes, getting to a swimming pool is way convenient for so many people. And I’ve got water aerobics right after canasta at the Boca Raton senior center. I’m going with Gertie and Ruth.

I did see a book worthy of any mother with a sense of humor. “Let’s Panic About Babies!” is freaking hilarious. It also reassured me that I didn’t have to lose 50 I.Q. points and morph into a humorless, sofa shaped human being with a conveyor belt of Haagen Daaz leading to my mouth that should be in a perpetual smile of pregnant bliss.

Do yourself a favor and pick up a copy.

Yes! Off the hook for making dinner tonight. Monday night Giants game and DH is bringing home a pizza. Awesome.

We just hammered out the details of telling my inlaws. Friday at a nice lunch. God this is when I miss binge drinking. My MIL’s idea of a nice lunch is going to TGI Friday’s and ordering an appetizer and an entree. Yikes. She’s going to feel like an a-hole when we tell her and she’s been bitching in her head about the restaurant we picked the whole time. I love how this joyous announcement is tinged with spite and shaming. Is this why parents feel superior? I like it.

Next after that will be my parents. But they may already suspect something’s up since I wasn’t mainlining champagne at out last family dinner.

M

So I was up last night trying to figure out if the 12 week mark is the start of the second trimester. Even though I have taken calculus, it was a little mind numbing trying to divide 40 weeks by three. but that could also be because I have not gotten 4 consecutive hours of sleep in quite some time due to the fact that I wake up to pee 14 times a night.

Anyhow, I’m saying end of first trimester. Which is great. Now we just have the little issue of telling everyone.

These last few weeks of peace will be a fond memory.

My brother in law is coming up from Jacksonville, FL next week, so we’ve decided that we’ll break the news to him and my husband’s parents then. Only issue is that he’s bringing his new girlfriend with him who I’ve never met, and will probably be a memory before year’s end (they usually don’t last long, but he swears each time he’s “in love”). I’m not sure if I’m overjoyed about sharing this personal news with her there. I’ve never met her, and she could be perfectly nice, but…it would be nice to tell my in laws about their first grandchild, um,  without strangers there.

I backed up a bit and thought maybe I’m making too much of this, but honestly I’ve been a pretty well behaved pregnant woman lately. Don’t I have the right to claim “hormone irrationality” or something? Or is this even irrational? I’m thinking this is a pretty normal reaction.

Of course we could wait for another time. Just that it would be nice for hubby to tell his brother face to face. And honestly it may be hard to explain why I’m not enjoying vodka tonics and some chocolate cake shots (I know it seems weird but trust me it’s psychotically good). So there we are. (More on drinking and pregnancy in another post.)

Then the next weekend it’ll be onto my parents. Or sooner, since I want to tell my sister. It’ll be great to share the news, and also get some hand me downs from my nephews. Her youngest is three and she’s closed up shop, so there’s some great stuff to be had!

Not sure how we’re going to tell everyone. Hubby and I aren’t exactly a “flavored coffee moment” kind of couple. We were thinking of getting one of those cans of peanut brittle with the snakes that pop out and put a sonogram picture on the end of the snakes. “Surprise!” No, but it was a fun thought.

We’ll think of something.

M



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  • babyforbutton: Congrats on Naomi! My baby was born March 15th! Amazing how fast the year has gone by!
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  • reilly873: I've somehow managed to ease the pain the past few nights, but only with some serious, ridiculous pillow arranging. Which is a royal pain in the ass w