Baby Bump Wednesday: Week 7

You didn't think I'd miss Baby Bump Wednesday, did you? I'm not dead, far from it, I'm just too tired at night to blog. This time change has been hard to get over for some reason and I have try to stay up until 10pm local time, the time I've decided is okay to hit the hay. Though some nights I'd be okay going to bed at 7.

This week has been fabulous, I've hardly felt pregnant. I feel guilty, having these magic pills, like maybe I should be suffering a little. I should be a little sick, right? This is what I think for about 2.5 seconds, and then the rest of the time I'm thanking my lucky stars that my doctor was nice enough to have pity on a pregnant woman about to spend a week and a half in Hawaii. I mean, as much as I love hotel beds, I really didn't want to spend every waking moment nestled up to the stiff sheets bemoaning my existence. Instead, I've survived the Road to Hana, have spent countless days at the beach in the sun all day, and several hours shopping. Hard life, I know, and again, I've felt fabulous.

Glances quickly around for some wood...

One thing that's changed is the amount of food I can eat. I may be wrong, but I've always thought that when you got pregnant you could eat more, but not me. I seem to be able to munch all day long, but can't eat much. The other night at dinner I had a small house salad and a baked potato and couldn't finish. (That might be partially due to some cheese fries as an appetizer...yeah?) Last night we ate at a really fabulous restaurant and I ordered my very first steak in a restaurant. I really wish I could have finished it, but after the salad wedge I was pretty much done. Again though, I did manage to add a couple spoonfuls of this insanely decadent dessert. Speaking of which, sweets. That's one item that never sounds UGHHHHHHHMMMMMPPPPHH to me. I managed to eat an entire box of Cookie Crisp for breakfast this last week, the only cereal that sounded good in the morning. Normally I'm a Special K or Oatmeal Squares kinda girl, but lately it's Cookie Crisp and Lucky Charms. Not boding well for me, is it?

I'm slowly losing my mind. The other day we were at the beach and I literally fried myself crispy. I put SPF 15 on, which is fine, but normally I reapply several times. Not this time. I totally spaced it and came home tomato red and barely able to move. Caleb reapplied. Caleb. If you don't know Caleb this may not be surprising, but trust me, it is. Caleb took this of me that night:

(Looking oddly like the picture from last week...) If this weren't a family friendly blog I'd tell you I was only wearing a very thick coating of Solarcaine aloe under there, but it is. So I won't. I'll just say I was hot and cold and very tender to the touch. I'm afraid for when I really lose my mind to the Pregnancy Brain. Who knows what I'll come home looking like.

Last night I had my first baby dream. There were two. I'm not looking at this as some kind of premonition, it didn't feel like that. I'm blaming it on the People Magazine I flipped through yesterday featuring J-Lo's twins. (Holy nursery...have you seen it? It's gorgeous!) A boy and a girl, though the boy was much larger than the girl, and I only saw him for a minute. I was feeding the girl and freaking out because the milk was going everywhere and no one was around to tell me how to do it. The bed! It was wet! And the little girl had strikingly large eyes that were staring up at me while I was trying to get her to eat. It was odd.

I don't think it's supposed to mean anything, especially since after going back to sleep (after the 4th pee of the night, WHEN IS THE PEEING GOING TO END?!?! I NEED MY SLEEP!!!) I had another dream where Caleb and I were supposed to be having surgery together for the pregnancy (eh? No idea...) and he totally forgot it TWICE and I had to do it without him. I woke up totally annoyed with him. Oh, and the doctor totally rammed my legs into a glass picture and we threatened to sue and I started thinking about what we could do with all that money. Don't ask me, I have no idea.

All in all, this last week has been a breeze. For the most part I feel lucky, but I do have my moments of freaking out when I wonder if it means there's something wrong. Then I pee for the 30 millionth time and try and reassure myself that at least I have that.

Oh, and I could really go for a Diet Coke right now. A nice, tall, ice cold Diet Coke. Sigh.

Please forgive my sleep lines. They know not what they do.

Comments

[turleybenson]

Don't you touch that Diet Coke! (or diet anything--that aspartame is no good for the baby. You: Thanks mom!)

See, even the magic pills didn't work for me! I know! So just be thankful you found something that works. No guilt allowed, lady. You're in Hawaii! (OK, you can feel guilty about that, since some of us are suffering through a New England winter.)

[Heather]

Hey is that a Trendwest/Worldmark bed I see you in?! Looks very familiar!
Sounds like you are having a great time!

[heather]

That is great that you aren't feeling sick, you deserve it. As for the peeing, well honey I am here to tell you that it will not subside until you have a screaming baby to fill its place in the middle of the night. My grandma told me that it is our bodies way of preparing us for the lifestyle of motherhood. I asked her if I just promised that I would get up when the baby cried if it would stop. It didn't. p.s. love the hip dents.

[Eliza]

Hey, I don't know if you or Caleb remember me at all from high school but I sort of happened across your blog (and have been secretly stalking it for awhile because I love how you write!) via other bloggers' links... anyway, I just wanted to say CONGRATS a million times over on the sweet wee one growing in you!

[Katie]

You look great! And also? Cookie Crisp...yum!