Okay maybe you can esplain (must use a Desi Arnaz voice when reading) this to me. According to Baby Center this is the last week of my first trimester, but most of the books I’ve read say today is the first day of my second trimester. Baby Center points out that people count it differently. Whatever it doesn’t really matter, but begrudgingly I am starting to see why the week system is in place (even though I hate the shit out of it).
Today the nugg has fingerprints and is the size of a medium shrimp. Why baby center uses various food items can probably only be attributed to the fact that they are targeting pregnant women and they are probably wanting them to eat the variety of foods they compare your fetus to. Shrimp has never been terribly appealing to me. I will eat it if we are at someone’s house who is serving it for dinner, but it isn’t something I have ever ordered at a restaurant. Considering my love of sushi, you will probably be shocked to find out that growing up I hated eating fish. In fact, when I found out that New England Clam Chowder had clams in it (hey don’t laugh at me, I was pretty young) I struggled to eat it from then on, despite loving it before the discovery. Kids are weird. My sushi love came much later in life, as you might imagine, as did the love of swordfish, shark, and tilapia. I am still not too into the real fishy tasting fish or the more exotic textures of sushi, like octopus and eel, but considering how far I have come, I am proud of my maturing taste buds. Shoot how did I get off on a food tangent? That’s right it is F-ing Baby Center’s fault.
Nugget is getting a bit more proportional this week. His/her head is only 1/3 the size of their body. Yay body, way to catch up. I had kind of an interesting weekend. Friday night I was feeling pretty worn out and ended up crawling into bed at 7pm to do some reading. Well at about 7:08 I fell asleep. I woke up at 11pm because I was hungry. I ate a bowl of raisin bran and watched an episode of Rosanne with Andy, then crawled back into bed and slept until 8am Saturday morning. Quite the marathon. I was sneezing all day Saturday and started doing some coughing. So then I was thinking that I might be coming down with something (which would explain my sleep coma the night before). I can’t tell you if I am/was actually sick or if I was just worn out from the week. I think I might have been so excited about not feeling nauseous anymore that I forgot about still needing to sleep more. I was definitely staying up late and dragging ass trying to get out of bed. I am going to make a conscious effort to do better this week.
My clothes are starting to get tight, aka I look like a chunky monkey. I am officially into my “fat pants”. Thank goodness I saved a few pairs of pants from when I was even chubbier otherwise I would already need to go on a shopping spree. I think I have another week or two of wearing these dress pants without modification, but then I plan to convert them officially to maternity pants. It is times like these that knowing how to sew comes in handy. I have deployed the rubber band technique on one of my pairs of jeans, but I have to modify my tactics with that. When I am sitting it is sooooo much more comfortable to have the rubber band around the button, but when I am up walking around they start to fall down. So I have to button them while walking and then find a way to sneakily switch to the rubber band before I sit. Quite the operation.
I think I am going to go to Goodwill and ARC sometime this week to try and find some loose-fitting tops that are nice and long. I did get a couple maternity shirts out of the stuff Mike’s wife gave me. I am guessing the ones that fit me were probably her 8-month shirts because everything else was teeny tiny. But I now officially have a few pieces of maternity clothes! That is kind of exciting.
As much as I want to go to Motherhood and/or Pea in the Pod, I think I will check Goodwill and ARC first. I love buying second-hand. First of all, you already know what is going to happen to it once it is washed. Although I have run into a few brand new items with tags still on them. Score! Second, I am pretty certain things that I think will last all 7 months probably won’t. So I don’t want to go spending a lot of money right now if I can find some cute used stuff. I have a tiered approach to pregnant clothes shopping. Are you surprised the I have a plan? First off Thrift Stores, then Old Navy and Target, then Motherhood and Pea in the Pod. Biggest savings first. If the supplies at the Thrift Stores are completely inadequate then I will move to tier two. If I can’t find things there to get by with, then onto tier three. But last time I was in ARC they had at least a 30-foot rack of maternity clothes, so I think I will find at least enough stuff to get through a week. I might be wearing the same outfits week after week, but you won’t judge me right?
The challenge for me is definitely going to be pants. I purused the target racks a week ago when we were there getting school supplies for Andy. I held a couple pairs of pants up next to my legs to get an idea and looks like they aren’t going to work. This will probably be the only thing I will say about being pregnant in the summer that is positive, but at least if I was going to be pregnant in the summer I could turn them into capris and just have shorts and skirts. I guess I can try to sag them. That would be pretty hilarious. A pregnant lady sagging her pants. I did ask Andy for the entire collection of maternity pants from Long Tall Sally (the company that bought and closed Tall Girl, forever breaking my heart…or at least until they open a store nearby) for my birthday. Wow, you might be thinking, the whole collection? Well the “whole collection” consists of a pair of jeans and a pair of grey dress pants. But I figure if I can convert my three pairs of “fat” pants. That would give me dress pants for Monday-Thursday and a pair of jeans for casual Friday. Saturday and Sunday I will just have to run around naked. hahaha.
Whoa I am obviously tired today, I had no intention of writing like 7 billion words about clothes. Sorry peeps. In non-pregnant news, my boss is visiting his mom in Italy this week, what a punk. To make matters worse I just got another e-mail from SAS airlines telling me that a ticket to Stockholm is only $300 each way. You evil temptress, how can you do this to me? Alas I will have to be content with my work trips over the next two weeks. I will just pretend that I am going to Sweden and Italy. Problem temporarily solved.