Random Thoughts
Hormones are doing a number on me lately. I am quiet in general lately because I don’t want to piss anyone off nor do I want to get pissed off. I’d say I don’t know what the deal is, but obviously, hormones. Den has started glaring at me and asking me when I’m going to get out of this stage. I wish I knew. I am cranky as hell, and I don’t like it!
I am a little surprized I haven’t gained any weight yet (maybe a pound, but it’s been consistent for the past few weeks). Though perhaps I shouldn’t be, the nausea is keeping my eating in check. Tonight I was hungry and kept looking through the fridge and cupboards. and it went like this, “Ohhh, this?” *gag* “Okay… this?” *gag* “Well fine. How about this…” *gag* “WTF!” I finally pulled out some yogurt cups. Apparently that was acceptable.
I have been feeling some of what feels like baby kicks. But I know they’re not. Anterior placenta, people. Not-even-13-weeks. And the “feelings” are dead center. Fucking gas. And yes, usually seconds later I hear gurrrggggllleeeee. Gas bubbles. And even though I know that, I still have this moment of, “Whoa, that felt like…” I mean, it feels REALLY similar.
I’m going to speak very very softly here, so as not to jinx myself, but I think I might be feeling a tiny bit more energy. I actually cleaned up my kitchen today. Please please please let me be getting my second wind here… I neeeeed to clean my house.
At work today I was tugging down my sweater, muttering. “I think my sweater shrunk.” My coworker snorted at me. “Girl, the sweater didn’t shrink.” Well… well… it feels like it. Maybe these sweaters aren’t going to last me quite as long as I thought. (But I still say it shrunk a little… I did just wash it for the first time.)
I have to admit I am enjoying myself a little more now that the paranoia has eased. Those first few weeks… sucked. There really is no other way to put it. I mean, so so grateful to be pregnant, but terrified every single day. I don’t think I realized how tight I was wound until the days came that I was able to exhale a little bit.
Heh. I still end up feeling like my clothes have shrunk, even when I look down and see the big belly. I hope you get past the rage stage soon. I think I found that one hardest for me, because I am SO not that person. But there was a while there that nothing anybody did was right – including J, and myself.
I love your blog! I’m exactly one week ahead of you in my pregnancy and I’m having the hormonal moodiness as well. Fun stuff, huh? This stage will certainly pass. ;-)
No, Nat, the sweater didn’t shrink. And it’s not going to fit you as long as you anticipated ;) but that is a GOOD thing. a very GOOD thing!
Glad the paranoia and anxiety have eased up. Nice to have that weight off your shoulders. :-)
Wow, I’m in the same place – angry at the drop of a hat. My husband and I were watching Dexter last night, and his fiance is about 3 months along. She called him:
Dexter: “Hi, honey.”
Rita: “Hi. Today I heard a love song on the radio and it reminded me of you.”
Dexter: “Oh, that’s so swee-”
Rita: “And it made me really, REALLY angry. Have you done XXX yet???”
Husband looked at me very surreptitiously, trying not to laugh, because he didn’t know what I would do if he did. Fortunately, I was in a sane mood and could totally see the humor. ;)
And, I really, really think all my pants have shrunk. At least you look pregnant! I just look fat.
I didn’t feel Austin move until about 22 weeks, but felt Sierra at 16 weeks – and I had an anterior placenta both times. So you might not have to wait too much longer for true movement. But I know what you mean about the gas – annoying!
Wow, Erika! That gives me a lot of hope for feeling movement. :)