Mentally: Okay, one pregnancy resource says at 13 weeks, my baby is the size of a peach. Another resource says my baby is the size of a medium shrimp. Does anyone else find these to be strikingly odd comparisons? While in the back room at work, we were discussing which sort of peach this baby might be. Are we talking the little peaches we buy at the GrandMart? Or the jumbo peaches from Wegmans? Is this a farmer’s market peach or the kind on steroids?
Thinking back to when I first found out that I was pregnant, I would almost choke on the words as I said them aloud, hardly convinced myself. It’s definitely gotten easier (and more fun) to admit that I’m pregnant. No longer do I feel awkward, like when you’re telling the truth but don’t yet believe it. I’m not sure when exactly I started owning my pregnancy completely, but I’ve discovered that the news has felt natural for a while.
Emotionally: I’m fine. *shrug*
Let’s discuss my clients’ emotions. Most of them immediately express joy for me. Last Saturday, however, I had to laugh as one client in particular (whom I love and certainly don’t harbor resentment for this) shrieked, “Oh no!” when I told her the news. Teasing her, I told her that I’d post her reaction on Square Piece along with her email address in case any of my followers had an opinion about such a negative outburst.
The first words out of another client’s mouth were, “What are we going to DO!?”
Shhhh… If you’re very still and very quiet, you might be able to hear the sound of hair weeping in Northern Virginia.
Come on, guys. It’s not like I’ll be gone forever.
Then there’s Brian’s emotions. This Monday, I rearranged all of his clothes, hanging some and moving others to a new dresser. The goal? To make more room in the bedroom that there might also be room for a new, sleeping baby. In light of the fact that I’m gaining weight, experiences cravings and aversions, tasting aluminum foil in my mouth, and – oh I don’t know – physically accommodating the growth of a human being in my body, I had to give Brian the DOINK! face as he moaned over the fact that I hung all of his T-shirts, insisting that I can’t change “too much” on him “too fast.”
Uh huh. Suuuuure. I can see how this pregnancy is soOoOoOo hard for you, Brian.
During the night of Begging for Blue, I asked Brian, “If it were possible for men to carry babies, would you do it?” I got a resounding, “$%&# NO!” When I asked him why not, he admitted that I have a higher threshold for pain than he does.
Well, I can’t argue with that.
And I didn’t.
Instead, I asked him to give specific examples as to how exactly he knows that I have a higher tolerance than him. Then I sat back and basked in the joy of his explanations.
Physically: Kinda lost my appetite again earlier this week. Found myself eating Wacky Mac veggie bow tie noodles with – brace yourself – salt. Just salt. Salt and noodles. Mmmmm…
There has been an increased desire for salt. Cartwheels were almost made yesterday when lunch was delivered and I received ample anchovies to the side of my salad. (I had already begun complaining over my false prediction of being given two anchovies.)
Funnily enough, the old wives’ tales say that salt cravings indicate boys and sweet cravings indicate girls. Suuuuuure. What about when I want chocolate covered pretzels, hmmm? What do the tales say about the combination?
In other news, while I’ve experienced ZERO discomfort in the milk production factory thus far, yesterday I glanced in the mirror and noted more junk in the trunk. Yay me.
Additionally, it seems as though 50% of my previous belching is presently being expelled in another direction. Do me a favor; if you see me moving from point A to point B and need to ask me something, walk WITH me to point B. You do not want to get stuck in the middle. There’s a reason I’m moving swiftly.
In conjunction with the gas discomfort has come what I believe are the “round ligament pains.” Apparently my ligaments are stretching to accommodate my growing uterus.
Spiritually: Jesus’ compassion continues to humble me while reading through the gospel of Mark. What mercy he bestowed on the unlovely! Oh, that we all saw people through the lens of love that he did, looking past their present circumstances and seeing into their breaking and bursting hearts, hearts that took a chance to have faith in something.
Lovely update … I hope you will share some of Brian’s pain threshold comparisons later. 🙂
this is so much better than jen mccarthy’s “belly laughs”. you really help me to take my own pregnancy symptoms less seriously and know that i’m in good company. thanks.
Men couldn’t handle having their insides pushed around and rearranged, haha!
And salt IS very important, so go for it! You’ll esp need it in the summer. I ate so much cup o noodles and top ramen during my pregnancies. If you ever read about the Bradley method of childbirth, Dr Bradley would prescribe salt to the pregnant women and suggest they eat a couple eggs daily for protein.
I was reading your blog in the car on the way to our camping adventure. I got to the part about Brian and began reading aloud to Chris because I was laughing so loud! I almost peed my pants I laughed so hard. Tears actually came to my eyes from the laughter. I love your blog… It’s like your here telling me the story. Can’t wait to see you Tuesday! Xoxo
It’s so great hearing other people experiencing the same things I did. It’s easy to feel alone when you’re closest friend (Brian) really can’t have a clue what all of this is like, but know that you arent alone, or weird. Very few ladies i work with have children or care to hear about we having children, at least tge gross stuff. Well, frankly…most of pregnancy is pretty gross. I love your stories. : )
Your body wants salt because of the increase in your blood volume. “During pregnancy and lactation, a woman’s sodium metabolism (utilization) is altered by hormone activity. As a result, sodium needs are slightly higher for women at this time in their lives.” (Source: http://www.storknet.com/ip/nutritional_health/nutrients/sodium.html) By the way, I really wanted salt. Badly. But I am going to have a girl (at least, as far as anyone can tell…) . 🙂
Love this post!