Is anybody right here a bit…emotional? About…something? And every part? Whereas I’ve all the time been liable to a bit teary-up-ness throughout films and soft-focus commercials, I change into a blubbery emo HOT MESS once I’m pregnant.
Final time, earlier than I even knew I used to be pregnant, I sat on the sofa and sobbed sobbed sobbed throughout 13 Going On 30, utterly helpless to do something about it even after Jason walked in to search out me raccoon-eyed and shaking, blabbering on and on about one thing a few dollhouse earlier than he lastly rotated and silently left the room.
This time I had equally proud moments throughout The Ghost Whisper (TELL MY DAUGHTER I’M SO PROUD OF HER!), HBO’s John Adams (SMALLPOX!), Miss Pettigrew Lives For a Day (WE’RE SEEING A MOVIE IN THE THEATER AND I’M JUST SO HAPPY ABOUT IT!), and a few zillion occasions in the course of the day when I’m alone and capable of indulge my shameful behavior of looking for out unhappy information tales about infants on the Web so I could shed scorching tears and weep after which chase Noah round demanding hugs to make Mama glad once more.
I’m a sick, sick individual.
Oh Yeah, THIS:My stomach is massive and spherical and excessive up and all in entrance. I do know it’s largely bloat and baby-related equipment at this level (see: inch-and-a-half, crown-to-rump), however the very same factor occurred to me final time. My stomach popped out round week eight or 9 and by no means popped again in — it principally simply hung on the market till the child was really large enough to take up the area.
On the one hand, yay! Stomach! I like spherical pregnant bellies and I cherished the best way I appeared once I was pregnant (up till the ridiculous hugeness on the finish, in fact). And I’ll take a prematurely popped-out stomach to all-around bloat-y largeness any day.
However:
“Aw, congratulations! How far alongside are you?”
“Uh. About 10 weeks or so.”
*well-wisher eyes stomach, raises eyebrows in horror, backs away slowly*
New This Time Round:I ate some weird-ass stuff final time, all within the title of Simply Attempting To Maintain Meals Down. I discovered just a few issues that simply all the time tasted good and didn’t set off my nostril or my nausea (nuggets, fries, saag paneer, pudding), however I wouldn’t say I actually CRAVED something. A minimum of not movie-style cravings the place the lady is kicking her husband and demanding that he go purchase her a ridiculous mixture of meals. My weird consuming habits had been extra about self-preservation than a determined NEED for that individual meals.
I’ve cravings this time. CRAVE. INGS. Proper now I desire a can of black olives and a tuna fish sandwich on the Archer’s Farms complete grain white bread that you may get at Goal. Nothing else will do, mercury and sodium content material be damned. Sunday evening I demanded Texas-style chili and rooster wings. I needed them so badly my pores and skin itched. Final evening I needed NOTHING ELSE IN THE WORLD however a vegetarian burrito from Chipotle with scorching salsa and bitter cream.
I wish to word that NONE of those cravings have been obliged by my husband. NONE.
(Maybe I ought to attempt crying about it?)
