|Photo courtesy of Kate Kroes Photography|
My husband and I were lucky in that we didn't have to try or wait very long to change from a family of 2 to a family of 2.5 once we decided to do so. I know that not everyone has an easy time, and I am forever grateful that we didn't have to walk that line. All in all, I have been lucky along the way in that I could have been really sick or had other complications.
With that gratitude acknowledged, I have to pay my respects to all of my ladies who have come before me and endured the silent suffering that is the first trimester. Since we weren't going to be telling anyone yet, there was the solid month and a half where I felt pretty terrible and had to not look like it. The hubs was the best, and he was nothing but supportive about the fact that I made the couch work overtime instead of hanging out with him while staying awake. But seriously, (and I cannot explain this to men or women who have not been pregnant) I did not know tired like this. I once did a few "long blinks" at my desk at work, and decided it was time to go for a walk before I straight up fell asleep at my desk.
I did not fully understand or appreciate all of the changes that come in the first trimester like feeling sick or tired, and I have total respect now for all of the ladies who have managed it, frequently without others knowing. Or course, there are people around you all of the time that are pushers trying to get you to break the news on their terms. Some stories from my friends and me include quotes like, "Why aren't you drinking, are you pregnant?" or "You HAVE to try this barbecue, it is the best around!" or "When are you guys going to start having kids?" The answers are (1) Yes, but I refuse to tell you before my mom, (2) No I don't have to eat that barbecue because the smell of it makes me want to hurl, and (3) What if I had been trying for 3 years and you really hurt my feelings by asking A.K.A. none of your damn business.
Seeing as I felt nauseous most of the time for weeks, I resorted to lots of snacks. Since people didn't know the secret, I have eaten many a granola bar in the bathroom because my incessant snacking was suspect. Those of you who know me may be aware that I always have fantastic snacks with me anyways, so now by bag of snacks are really taken to the next level. I am lucky that we solved that mouse problem a few months back, otherwise this would not be working out.
Now that I can stay awake longer than 14 hours in the day and feeling better, I am back in action. I am so lucky to have lots of terrific friends who are moms before me to give me quality, real advice, pass on what they know, tell me not to register for that, and take great pictures of the journey (thanks, Kate Kroes!). I am surrounded by love.
For the time being, here are the FAQs:
- Yes, I do look like I have been eating a lot of pizza. No I don't need an intervention, but thank you for the concern. There is a baby in there. A baby that likes specifically Palermo's sausage pizza.
- We are not finding out if it a boy or girl. Well, eventually we will in, say, October. Adventure parenting.
- Yes, October 3rd to be exact. Hopefully I don't have a real overachiever in there who comes out too early to ensure I go back to work just before Christmas instead of waiting until the end of the year.
- I have not read "What to Expect When You're Expecting." I have heard the alternate title of that book is "101 Ways You Are Killing Your Baby by Eating and Breathing," so I think I am good without it.
- Cravings? Yes. They are very specific and generally good for one meal only. And extremely difficult to predict.