So this little creature is officially 13 weeks along. suddenly i understand why pregnant ladies are all about the skirts. zero effort, less unpleasant tightness, and people think you care what you look like. brilliant! all-round winner for the pregnant lady who, like myself, is tired and lazy.
also, japanese maternity clothes (when you can find them at all) are awful, unless you're partial to beige and shapeless. this means i am absolutely wearing my regular clothes until i'm forced by cruel nature into buying something i truly hate.
i seem to have weathered the worst of the morning sickness and the exhaustion that comes with it. whoever named it morning sickness was a filthy liar. there is nothing about this sickness that has to do with mornings, except that it starts in the morning and then continues right on until the next morning, when it will start again. luckily, it's now mostly gone! i know i'm one of the fortunate few to have it calm down so early. now all i've got is the lingering inability to eat all the things i know i should eat, like protein. Meat is a huge problem at the moment. the smell of it, the look of it, and the actual taste of it- all appalling right now. chicken seems to be the worst offender because the mere smell of chicken is enough to make me want to run away, but i can't eat any meat at all unless it's a teeny slice of ham or something well hidden by vegetables or cheese.
yes, i know i'm not supposed to eat prosciutto. or salmon, or sushi, or mozzarella, or any of those things.
i'm going to eat them anyway because they don't turn my stomach and my other options are currently limited to: plain white rice, white bread, pasta without any sauce, yogurt, raw or steamed vegetables without any seasoning, fruit, or things made out of sugar. oh, and occasionally i can trick myself into eating eggs.
so yeah, it's not morning sickness because now i can eat something, but it's not like the whole wide world of gourmet cuisine has opened up to me either.
on the plus side, i can now drink tea and coffee without the smell making me want to die! oh wait, i'm not supposed to have that either? too bad. it's not like i'm drinking an entire pot. i'm having a cup or two every once in a while to keep myself sane and give me something to do with my friends while i still have friends.
the baby is getting bigger and bigger, and as my drummer was sweet enough to point out last night i now have a big round face. thanks. great to know that even though i can barely eat food and have dropped a lot of weight i didn't need to lose to begin with, my face is nice and fat. oh good! just what i always wanted. my bassist was also good about mentioning how lucky we were to conceive quickly (true. we were damn lucky and i know it.) because i'm getting old. even better!
so me and my big round old face are actually doing pretty well right now. i wish it would stop raining so i could do something other than sit in the house and write this blog on my day off, but hey! i'll take it. we're off to look at baby stuff today, because it's super ridiculously fun even though we're about 8 weeks away from knowing what kind of baby this is going to be.
disclaimer: just because i feel like hell doesn't mean i'm not psyched about this. it's extremely awesome. i just feel gross while i'm waiting for this awesome thing to happen. and this is a blog, so i'm allowed to complain about shit. that's the fun thing about blogs. if you would prefer not to read about it, that's totally cool. there's a lot of blogs out there and most of them aren't the one i'm writing. i'm not going to be hurt if you prefer cat pictures. do your thing.
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