I’ll start out by saying that I know that I’ve made some ‘less-than-stellar’ nutritional choices over the last few weeks. But, if I’m hungry and the only thing that sounds even relatively edible to me (also see: doesn’t make me want to immediately throw-up) happens to be a cheap Totino’s pizza or a double decker taco from Taco Bell, then I’m going to eat a cheap Totino’s pizza or a double decker taco. Unfortunately for my wonderful husband, my food cravings/aversions end up deciding most of our meals for us, and while pizza or mexican for 90% of our meals is fine by me, he’s not so pleased…
As I’m entering my 13th week (both sites I look at agree that BabyMort is about the size of a peach this week!!) I think some of my nausea/morning sickness problems are going away. But since I’m still not feeling 100%, I’ve promised my husband that he won’t have to eat more than 1 meal a day that’s pizza or mexican. That’s not to say that I won’t though 😀
When I’m not feeling sick, I do try to fit in my fruits and veggies for the day and I make sure to take my vitamin every day, so I don’t feel like I’m doing too bad. Although that may just be me in total denial!!
So I’ve been experiencing many of the normal symptoms that go along with pregnancy and I’m dealing with them as best I can. But what about BabyMort?? What is he/she up to these days?? Well, BabyMort has doubled in size in the last few weeks – boy am I glad babies don’t grow that fast once they’re out!! I’ll provide you with a few pieces of produce to approximate how big BabyMort is…
BabyMort’s size according to www.thebump.com: A Plum
BabyMort’s size according to www.babycenter.com: A Lime
So we’re up to the size of a plum or the size of a lime. Not too shabby. Most of the vital systems have formed, so now BabyMort can focus on getting bigger!! Reflexes are becoming more common and soon our baby’s little fingers and toes will be curling and his/her mouth will make sucking movements. Aaron likes to (gently) poke my stomach, because he read that it will make BabyMort squirm. The digestive tract is already ‘practicing’ contracting movements to aid in digestion 28 weeks from now.
WARNING: The following post contains references to vomiting*. If you don’t want to read about it, STOP NOW!!
One of the lovely things many women get to deal with during pregnancy is “morning sickness,” defined as : nausea occurring in the early part of the day, especially, as a characteristic symptom in the first months of pregnancy. I think I’ve learned to deal with this pretty well at this point, eating frequent, small meals and trying to maintain a fairly constant blood sugar level. However, every now and then, it just comes out of nowhere and, in general, I’d say I’m much more sensitive to getting sick*. For example, brushing my teeth and coughing are two things that frighten me these days, because both have made me hurl*. So I try to be ultra-aware of these things and how my body is feeling/reacting to situations to keep myself from spewing* and am always aware of the closest bathroom or waste receptacle in case of emergency.
So, where is the previously referred to “brilliant idea?” Be patient, I’m getting there. This past Saturday we drove out to visit some friends and my dad and Roarke for the day. And to be honest, a 2 hour car ride seemed a little daunting. What if I suddenly needed food?? Well, we packed some snacks. But, what if I suddenly felt like I was going to regurgitate*? I didn’t want Aaron to have to get off on the shoulder and then do my business with cars zooming by. And even worse, what if this happened on our ~10 hour car ride out to Ohio next week?!? I’ll admit I’m a worrier, but that’s not going to change, so I needed to figure out how to make myself feel better about these possible situations. Luckily, just in the nick of time, I received a brilliant idea from a friend – even if she was just sharing her unfortunate experience.
Keep a stash of Ziploc bags handy!! That way, if you do retch*, you have a handly little container that can easily be sealed until proper disposal is available!! I’m so relieved!! Now all I have to do is decide what snacks to pack for 5 days away from home with 20 hours in the car and figure out if I’ll still fit into my clothes in a week and a half…
*I felt like using different words for “vomit” each time I referenced it, so I used the handy thesaurus. I thought if I was writing a whole post about it, I could at least try to keep it interesting instead of just disgusting. I’m not sure if I was successful in the ‘not just disgusting part,’ but it refreshed my vocabulary for a term I’m sure I’ll use a lot with a baby/kids in the future.
||exhausted, as by exertion; fatigued or sleepy: a tired runner.
I have a great little brother, Roarke, who is 7 years old. He lives about 2 hours away and we only get to see eachother every couple months. He and his mom just moved so that they’re about a block away from my dad, so he’s been getting to spend more time with him, and as a result, I’ve spent a lot more time talking to him on the phone. Between our phone conversations and seeing eachother every now and then, he makes me laugh a lot. Since my sister-in-law got pregnant, there have been some great baby-related ‘Roarke-isms’ that I don’t want to forget!!
- Justin and Becky called Roarke to tell him they were pregnant when they were about 9 weeks along. His mom was in the background feeding him questions, so he asked, “How far along are you?” When they told him they were 9 weeks along, he responded, “Well why didn’t’ you tell me 9 weeks ago?!?”
- Then he started suggesting names for them. His favorite show is Ben 10: Alien Force on Cartoon Network. So Roarke suggested to Justin and Becky that they name their baby “Ben” if it’s a boy and “Gwen” if it’s a girl, because that’s like Ben only for a girl. They said they hadn’t decided on any names, but Roarke was pretty insistent.
- Roarke and my dad came to visit when I was about 6 weeks pregnant, so we told them in person. Roarke’s response was, “but you’re not even fat!!” Becky was starting to show, and the typical image of a pregnant woman is when she’s big towards the end, so I can see where that was coming from. I didn’t fit into his schema for someone who’s pregnant – or “fat” as the case may be 😀
- I called my dad one day when he and Roarke were hanging out. I had just started experiencing morning sickness, so when my dad asked how I was feeling, I told him this. Roarke heard tid-bits of the conversation and then asked my dad what that was. My dad very nicely explained to him that sometimes when a woman is pregnant, she gets an upset stomach. After that, Roarke and I talked for a minute, then he hung up with me and immediately called Becky to see if she had a stomachache.
- After we heard the heartbeat, I called my dad to let him know. Roarke was just coming in the door, so I got a chance to talk to him as well. He asked something along the lines of ‘why did you call’ or ‘what have you been doing’ so I told him that we’d heard the baby’s heartbeat and I wanted to tell dad about it. He responded, with a tone implying that I was crazy, with, “You heard the baby’s heartbeat…huh…” I quickly changed the subject, because I didn’t think I’d convince him!!
I still have a hard time believing that Roarke is as old as he is. I was there when he was born and was one of the first to hold him, feed him, change him, etc… It was amazing. I imagine that it will be even more special with our baby next summer. And I can’t wait to see how Uncle Roarke handles having baby nieces and/or nephews around next year!!
Depending on what you read (in my case, www.babycenter.com and www.thebump.com), BabyMort is the size of a fig or the size of a key lime this week. It’s diaphragm is forming, so there might be some hicupping occurring. And best of all, BabyMort’s little heart is beating strong at about 160 beats per minute. We got to hear it today at our appointment!! *sigh* Absolutely fantastic!!
This isn’t a funny question, right?? Unless of course your husband follows it up with, “A smokie sandwich or a poop-tart??” Ok, then it sounds disgusting, right?? But he was really being quite nice and sympathetic to my current bloated and constipated state. When he went grocery shopping yesterday, he bought Fiber One Toaster Pastries for me. So, it’s a brand of toaster pastries, or “Pop Tarts” as they’re commonly known, that are meant to get things moving. Hence the lovely name my husband gave them.
Fiber One Toaster Pastry, Chocolate, 11-Ounce Boxes (Pack of 12)
I don’t know if they worked, but they made me smile 😀