So Excited!

After many months of waiting, I have finally gotten my hands on a copy of "The Business of Being Born." Cassie told me about this a few months ago, before I was preggers, and I have been on the lookout for it since. Now that childbirth is something that will definitely be taking place, I am even more anxious to watch this. For the uninformed, this is Ricki Lake's documentary (I know, Ricki Lake? Didn't she fall off the map years ago? After Crybaby?) all about why hospitals are pushing so many women to have C sections, what the implications are, and why having a baby in a hospital is not always the best choice. According to Cassie, she draws a number of connections between malpractice suits and doctor's time, and doctor's willingness to let your body do what it has been created to do. I'm sure this movie will not do anything to change the way I think, because obviously I'm already on the same page as Ricki Lake. (It feels weird saying that.) No matter, though, watching and reading argumentative, informative pieces that reinforce the way you already think is the American Way!

Call me Preggo, not Tubbo!

A long time ago, when I thought of myself being pregnant, I immediately thought of myself about 6 or so months along - happily large, obviously pregnant to the world. Never, in the many years I have wanted to be a mom, have I considered this unfortunate netherworld of pregnant, but not quite showing yet. I had thought about how unfortunate it is that women aren't showing in their first trimester, exactly when they are so incredibly tired, hormonal, and might need the most support. (I have mostly considered this in the abstract) I have read articles about women's body image and how many women have a difficult time with their changing waist line. Pooh pooh, I thought. A sacrifice I will happily make - it's only temporary, and besides, people are nice to pregnant women. I mean, they may ask intruding questions, and everyone has an opinion, but generally speaking.... The point is, I am in this incredibly yucky in between state: "Pregnant or fat?" Now living amongst people I don't really know too well, I find myself REALLY concerned that they know this pony keg I'm carrying in my midsection is pure baby, not overindulgence. The thing I find most odd about this is that I never thought of myself as someone overly concerned with my body before. Turns out, I am secretly afraid of people thinking I'm overweight.

Two Positives and a Negative

There is no sleep like the sleep I have been getting in the last few weeks. I know this will probably not last long, so I am savoring it now. I can sleep for 9, 9.5 hours. Pre pregnancy, I woke up exactly 8 hours after falling asleep. I am so exhausted now that I fall into bed and sleep so hard that I do not wake up when my lumbering husband comes to bed, I don't wake up when the air conditioning kicks on. I only wake up for my hourly rendez-vous with the bathroom. Which is really getting old. However, there are nights that I sleep for 9 hours even though I have taken an hour long nap at work on my lunch break. For someone with insomnia issues, this is glorious. The only other time I've ever been able to sleep like this was back when I was working out for at least an hour a day, 6 days a week. Yeah, that ended some time ago.

So far, it looks like the morning sickness has been kept at bay. I'm eating yogurt again for breakfast, and not gulping down ginger candies. I'm really excited about that.
Something I am not excited about: apparent waist thickening without any weight gain. While this sounds like something not to complain about, my clothes no longer fit properly, and yet I have not put on a fraction of a pound. I weigh myself nearly every morning, and in the 5 weeks since I found out I was pregnant, my weight has fluctuated by 2 pounds, but in both directions. I understand logically that when an internal organ more than doubles in size, regardless of the size of the little person inside it, there will be fit issues. However, I'm having a tough time with the idea that I'm not "heavier," yet my pants refuse to fit. Luckily, Connie has offered me the use of her maternity stuff until such time as she will need it back. If ever. For that, I am incredibly grateful. Since we were roughly the same size pre baby, her stuff should fit me pretty well. I just hope she has stuff for a preschool teacher (read: I hope she has stuff that is easily washed of mashed potatoes, tempera paint and snot.) Can't wait to see her Saturday and Little Miss too!

A Little Better, Perhaps?

I am being cautiously optimistic about the morning sickness. So far, I've been queasy most mornings since about 5 weeks. Not throwing up, just unable to eat things I normally eat. Breakfast is a trial every morning. I've been finding that things like ham (which I normally detest) really do well for me. My normal breakfasts of yogurt and a few pieces of fruit are a no go anymore. However, the last three mornings I've been just hungry. Preggo hungry, sure, where I feel like I must eat anything in sight, as long as its salty. But not nauseous. We'll see how this goes.
When I went in for the doctor's appointment, they gave me a big bag of prenatal vitamins to try. This was excellent new to me, since the ones I had bought were NOT working out for me. They gave me something like 15 different brands to try. The best ones so far are roughly an inch long, flourescent blue, and their claim to fame is that I can choose to swallow them (right!) or chew them. I chose to chew them, and let me tell you, I felt like I was 6 again. They tasted just like a Flintstone vitamin! I'm psyched to get a prescription for those bad boys.