This week, while mostly spent sitting on my butt either driving to/from or attending meetings, marked a turning point for me. My appetite is slowly returning, my food aversions have abated somewhat, and I haven’t had my indigestion filled belching spells in about 5 days. AND I picked up my hooks again this week. (!!) Woot!
I’m actually working on a Felted Watermelon Tote for my mother. It was supposed to be for her birthday in September. Then, it was supposed to be one of her Christmas presents. Now….it’s looking more and more like a Mother’s Day gift. Oh bother. Actually, I’m heading back home next month for a short visit, so my goal is to have it completed- lined and all- by the time I leave. Oy to the vey….wish me luck, y’all.
I must admit that I’m thankful my taste buds aren’t as mutinous anymore and are actually letting me eat some of my more regular, healthy foods. One of my goals is to keep my weight gain in check and a healthy diet is so very important for this. Unfortunately, the last few months haven’t exactly been filled with adequate fruit/veggies and whole grain, but the tide’s a changin’ my friends. Thank the Lord since those foods are very fiber rich and I can definitely use more fiber in my life. Seriously-I’m four months along yet my “baby bump” is actually more of a poop tummy thanks to my slower digestive system brought on by those awesome pregnancy hormones. As I down yet another glass of Metamucil, I try to remind myself that the bloat is also my adorable little sweetums and I will soon grow into those maternity jeans I prematurely bought on clearance at Target.
Here’s a pic of me two days ago.
|Me, texting my sister: "Where's the baby??" Her reply: "In your boobs?"|
Even though there hasn’t been that big a change in my body so far, I’ve been worried about the changes that will happen ever since I first saw that second line appear telling me my urine had superpowers. What the heck is going to happen to my body after I, ever so lovingly, expel a miniature human being out of my girlie parts?? I mean, your body cannot go through such an incredible change, growing, stretching, moving and pushing a 7 pound bowling ball out of a 2 inch hole (10cm is small, folks!) without leaving behind some sort of battle scars. Oh man…what have I gotten myself into???
*hyperventilating break* *hyperventilating break* *passing out break*
Ok. I think I’ve composed myself again now. (Ack! No! I choose to ignore you visions of stretch marks and cankles!) I think I’ll be ok. Focus on the positive, Gege- eyes on the prize. Finish the Watermelon Tote for your mom. Mmmm….watermelon. You like watermelon. No, no! Stop thinking about your stomach looking like a watermelon! I have wool for you! Yes….that’s it…..breathe it in. Good girl. Here’s some Metamucil for you…..you’ll thank me later.