After 2 miscarriages, Kiefer and I decided not to tell anyone that I was pregnant until we were out of the danger zone aka the first trimester. So here’s a post to catch you up on what you missed.
I’m pregnant and barely have any of the not-fun side effects! Woo-hoo, party people!
Week 4 and 1/2
People, the party is over.
I get morning sickness…at 2:30 in the afternoon.
Exhaustion sets in. I fall asleep at my desk.
I fall asleep for an hour in my car…at work. Oops.
I discover that the cure to morning sickness is chocolate pecan pie.
Week 6 1/2
Three pounds of chocolate pecan pie heavier, I realize I need an alternative cure for morning sickness.
Morning sickness subsides for a few days. Panic that I’m miscarrying sets in.
At my first prenatal appointment, I see the baby and hear the baby’s heartbeat. I cry.
I am thankful for my returning morning sickness.
Week 7 and 1/2
Eff morning sickness.
Thoughtsy: I don’t really feel like ice cream. Oh…my…god…this is not my child. It’s a pod baby!
Thoughtsy: Kiefer! Look at my boobs! They’re flippin’ huge!
Kiefer: I noticed.
Thoughtsy: But you can’t touch them. They hurt.
I cry…at the end of Home Alone and pretty much every movie that I watch.
Week 8 and 1/2
I smell ice cream cones. Not ice cream, just the cones. But it’s 9 AM, and I’m at work. My pregnancy sniffer is broken.
Peanut butter and jelly is the cure to morning sickness…but only if you eat it at 2:30 AM.
Thoughtsy to Kiefer: Are you looking at my boobs?
Thoughtsy to Kiefer: I need candy orange slices.
The next day….
Kiefer: I ate your last orange slice. ::pause; sees tears welling up:: Just kidding! Here they are.
Week 10 and 1/2
Candy orange slices? Who the hell bought those?
Thoughtsy to Kiefer: Are you looking at my boobs…again?
I can’t button my pants.
Thoughtsy: ::sniffing:: What are you eating?
Kiefer: ::stops chewing::
Thoughtsy: I smell…M&Ms! Hand ‘em over! ::Opens palm under Kiefer’s mouth.::
When he didn’t spit any out, I actually considered going in after them. He’ll tell you I pried his mouth open and stuck my finger in there. Lies, Lies, I tell you!
Thoughtsy to Kiefer: You’re looking at my boobs. Are you at least listening to what I’m saying?
I have only one question: When does the morning sickness end?
Favorite Comments From Last Post:
“Congrats, girl! I am doing a happy dance over here. Also, I was unaware we had stopped celebrating your birthday; I was still eating Pop-Tarts in your honor.”—Sarah’s Brand New Chapter
“Yay! You’re having a little Pop Tart! Will you start telling people you have a ‘Tart in the Toaster?’”—Lisa Newlin