So to kick of the blog, what better way than a list. A list of the 7 Changes Since I Got Knocked Up.
7. Working Out. Everyone knows I got fat last pregnancy. Let’s not dance around it. I gained somewhere around 70 pounds (It’s recommended you gain about 25-35). I’m not 100% sure because I never actually looked at the scale. I was too busy checking out the truffles and toaster struddles. I’m a big fan of food. So when I got pregnant in the midst of training for a half marathon, I was like “hmmm…Should I continue to run 3+ miles EVERYDAY? Or eat an entire box of Fruity Pebbles for breakfast?” No brainer. I’ll take the food. So I stopped working out. But this time, I’m actually continuing to work out. 4-5 days a week. Sometimes I run (and by run, I mean jog for 7 minutes and walk for 45) and other times I do the CrossRamp machine at our gym. I’m hoping to continue all the way through my pregnancy.
6. Morning Sickness. They call it morning sickness. But what they really should call it is just the pregnant flu. Because it’s not just in the morning. It’s all day. ALL DAY I feel like my stomach is literally trying to escape my body. My OB put my on anti nausea medication. He’s a real swell guy. My prescription is filled in 4 day doses with 18 refills. So literally every 4 days I have to go back to the pharmacy to get it refilled. He really did the doses right on that one. I actually was telling a friend about the prescription I’m on, and she went through chemotherapy for cancer in her bone (She’s one of the most amazing people I know). And she was like “Oh yeah! Zofran! That’s good stuff!” Not really. Is my nausea THAT bad that even medicine thats meant for patients going through chemotherapy can’t help me?! But on the bright side, I’ve lost 4 pounds, which I will inevitably gain back and then some in the next 6 and a half months…
5. Food Aversions. Pregnancy makes you crave random food (or dirt. or soap.). But it also makes you want to dig a 18 foot pit and throw ALL the peanut butter in the world into it. Or maybe that’s just me? Little s eats peanut butter and jelly sandwiches almost every day. At least he did, before his baby brother or sister decided that he could no longer have them without them having an extra ingredient… (My barf. I’m referring to the fact that I would barf on his sandwich).
4. Sleep. I used to be a cool mom. I was like “Yeah! I’m 21 and a mom! But I can still stay up til 9:30 PM playing board games and watch Food Network!” (Cool kids play board games, right?) Now it’s like counting down until 8 PM when it’s an almost acceptable time for me to be in bed. Growing another person is EXHAUSTING.
3. Telling People. When I told people I was pregnant with little s, everyone would say things like “Oh. So what are you going to do?” “You’re too young to have a baby!” “Are you keeping it?” (Not even a question for me). But this time, we’re a real family. We’re already married. In our own place (Woot woot for being out of the basement). And financially stable. This time saying “WERE PREGNANT!” was brought by a ton of congratulations and an incredible amount of support and excitement for our expanding family. Not to mention, telling big s was amazing. This is the reaction I dreamed he would have when telling him: