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15 Weeks

Hiya. So first of all, some updates:
-At the moment, Tim and I are not planning to find out the sex of the baby beforehand.
-Baby Shower will probably be some time in late July or early August.
-Babby is about 4 inches long and is still trying to suck the life out of me.

Sooo... It's a lot of work to feed a pregnant lady. First of all, the sheer volume of food I must consume requires a lot of groceries. I used to pick out one box of cereal and it would last me a few weeks. Now I have a miniature cereal aisle on the kitchen counter which must be restocked often. Second, a given food may sound like the most delicious thing ever, or it may sound awful. No one, not even me, will be able to advise you on what to prepare that I will want to eat until the moment its time to eat. I do not wish to hurt any feelings if you bring me food, I just may not be able to eat it! Third, if I get too hungry, you better keep your distance, or feed me asap (don't fuck with the hungry pregnant lady).


I am thankful that I may eat in a semi-secluded fashion while I am at work. Sometimes meals get a bit too far apart for my comfort and I enter the doom hunger phase at work. That's when I become ravenous, and no one wants to see me shoving food in my mouth like a hobo. There are no dainty mouth/hand wipes between bites. If there is food all over me, it will stay there until the mouth stuffing is complete.  I am also thankful that I may eat whenever I want to at work.

With all this food comes poop (well, later anyway). Pregnancy itself and the medicine I take for nausea can cause constipation, and I have had days here and there where I was sadly poopless. I've read on the interwebz about pregnant women who say they haven't pooped in 10 days?! what the fluh!?! I would kill myself. Anyway, other than a day here and there or pooplessness, for the most part I have been pooping well. In fact, I've had some of the most epic turds of my life in the past few weeks. The type that make you want to dance afterwards. The simplest of joys... but one of the only bodily joys I have had in a long time.

I did have to go get MORE of the nausea medicine the other day. The nurse seemed surprised that I still needed it at 15 weeks... which is making me fear that I may be one of those horribly unlucky women who has nausea throughout the entire pregnancy. OH GAWD NO. I mean, I haven't been spared of many hardships since this started, so maybe it is my terrible fate.

It seems that whatever strong, independent, intelligent woman-ness I had before becoming pregnant is gone.  All my muscles have melted, and I can barely lift things that used to be no problem. I have to ask people to lift/open/carry things for me because my arms give out. I've also become forgetful and stupid. Simple math? forget it. Randomly weeping? of course. I AM the sexist stereotypes. Maybe I've discovered where all these stereotypes came from!  That is a terrible thought... but as soon as I touch the back of my hand to my forehead, exclaim "My stars!" and faint, it will have been confirmed.

I got my first cute babby outfit from Nikki and Chelsea. Lucy already took a nap on it.


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