Is anybody right here a bit of…emotional? About…something? And every part? Whereas I’ve all the time been vulnerable to a bit of teary-up-ness throughout films and soft-focus commercials, I turn into a blubbery emo HOT MESS after 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, fully helpless to do something about it even after Jason walked in to seek out me raccoon-eyed and shaking, blabbering on and on about one thing a couple of 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 couple of zillion occasions in the course of the day when I’m alone and in a position to indulge my shameful behavior of looking for out unhappy information tales about infants on the Web so I could shed sizzling tears and weep after which chase Noah round demanding hugs to make Mama completely satisfied once more.
I’m a sick, sick particular person.
Oh Yeah, THIS:My stomach is large and spherical and excessive up and all in entrance. I do know it’s principally 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 mainly simply hung on the market till the infant was truly large enough to take up the area.
On the one hand, yay! Stomach! I like spherical pregnant bellies and I beloved the way in which I seemed after 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.
Then again:
“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 identify of Simply Attempting To Maintain Meals Down. I discovered a couple of 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. No less than not movie-style cravings the place the girl is kicking her husband and demanding that he go purchase her a ridiculous mixture of meals. My weird consuming habits have been extra about self-preservation than a determined NEED for that individual meals.
I’ve cravings this time. CRAVE. INGS. Proper now I need a can of black olives and a tuna fish sandwich on the Archer’s Farms entire grain white bread that you would be able to get at Goal. Nothing else will do, mercury and sodium content material be damned. Sunday evening I demanded Texas-style chili and hen wings. I wished them so badly my pores and skin itched. Final evening I wished NOTHING ELSE IN THE WORLD however a vegetarian burrito from Chipotle with sizzling salsa and bitter cream.
I wish to word that NONE of those cravings have been obliged by my husband. NONE.
(Maybe I ought to strive crying about it?)