Kimba: Baby Bump Wednesday: Week...5ish? Maybe?

Still not sure how far along I am, the only thing I have to go off so far is the internet, and half the sites say I'm 5 weeks-ish, and others say 4 weeks-ish. Some even say 6 weeks. Whatever, it's all odd to me, though I tend to go with the sites that factor in my average cycle length and luteal phase (what in the?) length. Those tend to be the ones that say 6 weeks (exactly today). I suppose I'll find out for sure next Wednesday during my first appointment, until then I'll just float along hoping I really am 6 weeks. A girl can dream.

This week there hasn't been much of a change, I've been gearing up for the nausea but every day I wake up feeling....okay. Not fabulous, not pre-pregnancy normal, but okay. It definitely feels better to have something in my stomach, so I've become the poster child for Saltines. I've gone through sleeves and sleeves of them, and there's nearly-gone sleeves all over the house, by the bed, in the cupboard, in my purse. Gotta have my Saltines. This last weekend Caleb unwisely questioned my consumption of them and Mark, father of Mr. Owen, clued Caleb in on a little husband-of-the-crazy-pregnant-woman etiquette: Never question your wife's food choices. If that's what calms her stomach, great. If double chocolate chip fudge ice cream does the trick, hand her a spoon. (Thankfully it hasn't come to that, or I'd have doubled my weight by now) Yesterday I had my first craving, McDonald's chicken nuggets, so there I stood in line for my kid's meal with apple dippers and Sprite. My other must have is a new found salad dressing that Bridgette turned me on to, and I haven't been able to live without it since.
Annie's Naturals Goddess Dressing. Dairy free and vegan! But who cares! It's divine! I could literally drink the stuff. We've had a salad for dinner, or at the very least a side dish, at least 10 times in the last two weeks. The bottle is small and doesn't last us long (we've gone through 3...) but I'm tellin' you, it's worth it. AND. I loved it even before I was pregnant. Honestly, you've got to try it. Bridge, I am forever indebted. I'm currently debating whether to buy a case or not.

Also? My girls, my ta ta's, my shelf? They're a growin'. And a hurtin'. Jogging is out of the question even with my new sports bra, so couple that with my increased saltine intake and we've got a problem. I've been trying to take the mutt for a walk, a quick walk, every day, and have been semi-successful. Usually I just want to come home from work and bury myself under my covers. The exhaustion is constant. Caleb has just chalked it up to another pregnancy injustice.

Yesterday at work I decided to check out The Roach Coach that my coworkers have an affinity for, namely The Croissant. It's $1 and about the size of your head, maybe larger. I've avoided it until now because I've seen their undying love for it, and knew I'd become just as hooked. And that yummy, flaky, buttery little devil would pop a squat around my waist and set up shop. Maybe invite a few of his friends. I'm going to be strong though, surround myself with my Saltines and prepare for battle. It has no power over me.

(Now I have a hankering...maybe we can rent that movie this weekend, right Caleb? Right?!)

Last night I spent 15 minutes trying to find The Best pregnancy book, and found nothing. I found a few that were nice and medical-like, (since I already have The Girlfriend's Guide to Pregnancy, which, bytheway, is a good fun read, but not super informative...at least not for my taste), but there were no pictures. I need real live pictures people, I want to know what my baby looks like now. And now. And soon. Does anybody have any good suggestions? Maybe one that isn't too frightening for a man? I want Caleb to see that I'm crazy for a reason, and the only one I could find was some dumb caveman book about Gronk The Caveman, promising that "with the help of this book a guy will become the proud Cro-Magnon caregiver he longs to be!" And sorry, but I just find that all a little too cheesy. I mean, Caleb may have the feet of a caveman, (or a hobbit) but he knows how to make a great panini.

No change. Except a few thousand Saltine crackers. I think you can see them there. And of course, the ever present...bloat. It's worse at night, just be glad I don't take the picture then. Also, notice my whiteness. I'll look fabulous in Maui. Just fabulous.

Comments

First of all can I remind you how amazingly excited I am for you!?!
So here's what I have to offer. I think it's just about the only thing I remember from my labor and delivery/womens health semester of nursing school. (It was my least favorite).
The formula is called Naegele's Rule-
You take the first day of your last period, add seven days, and subtract 3 months. Voila! You have your estimated due date.
You've probably come across this in your search, but it is the formula your doctor will go by.

Posted by: Amber | March 12, 2008 at 11:20 PM

Ok, so have you heard of babycenter? Go to babycenter dot com, and you can sign up for their weekly emails. It tells you in detail how your baby has grown in the last week, what specific body parts are developing, and most importantly has pictures. The pictures have arrows to what's developing so you can see exactly what's going on and where. So, if you really are six weeks along, your baby is about the size of a lentil bean. There's also new mommy forums, advice columns, it seems to be very thorough.
(was this comment long enough?!)

Posted by: Jess | March 13, 2008 at 08:11 AM

I read "Your Pregnancy, Week by Week" by Dr. Glade B Curtis. (And he's from Utah!) I have heard from several people that this is the best one and I enjoyed it...

Posted by: Bethany | March 13, 2008 at 08:38 AM