This is a sorry excuse for todays entry but it’s been a long day. Here are 10 of my favorite things, in no particular order.
1. Real Mail; Letters or Cards
3. Red Curry
4. New Shoes(especially red or black)
6. Decorating/ diy projects
7. Indy Rock
8. Cooking big Sunday dinners
10. Clean Cotton Yankee candles
This section will be used to talk about recipes that I have tried and loved. I cook a lot and love to try new things so hopefully this will be updated often with new favorites. Stay tuned.
I try not to be “that lady”. The one that calls her OB with every twinge, spot, cramp etc. It is hard. When your expecting your first child you have no freaking idea if what your body is doing is normal. I mean really, just last week I would have sworn I was showing. I guess I had too much sodium a few days in a row because suddenly my pants fit fine and I’m not using the rubber band trick. When Dad was here he asked, “Let’s see the belly” I lifted my top with pride to show him my tiny bump. “You’re kidding yourself, that ain’t a belly!” I was almost disappointed, although he is right it’s barley there. Today came with a new set of worries. The bug guy showed up at lunchtime and started spraying for insects. Dude, I’m eating my lunch here! Of course he can’t know that I am also pregnant so I just quietly collected my things and went to sit outside, I am out there no more than 3 minutes and someone lights up. Okay, now what? There are so many factors you face everyday that you wouldn’t have thought twice about just a few short months ago. Everything from the odd muscle pulling in your belly to the bag of gardening soil with fertilizer you just bought and now don’t know if you should put your gloved hand in. I imagine this is just 1/3rd of how much worrying I will do for the rest of this child’s life, so I may as well settle in to the role and let myself just be…. That lady. The one who loves her little nugget , the nugget that has made her crazy with forgetfulness, barf on her toothbrush and heave in front of co-workers. I can’t wait until I can worry about you eating enough and falling off your first set of training wheels. I guess being paranoid just comes with the job.
I started getting sick at 5 weeks, I’m now 11 and it’s been a ruff road. The past 6 weeks my entire life has been put on hold, which has been really difficult for me. M and I don’t go out for dinner anymore as I cannot stand the smells of a restaurant or I am already asleep. We haven’t been out to do anything other than grocery shop really. Normal things just are not getting done and it’s driving me crazy that I can’t muster up the energy to do them. It was a beautiful day on Sunday and all day long I wanted to work in the yard, I had laundry to do, the floors needed sweeping and moping, the bathrooms need cleaning but I could not get off the couch. The list of things goes on and on. Normally I love to clean on the weekends it makes me feel like I am ready for the workweek. Well, that’s not happening! The only things that really get done on a daily basis are getting a shower and going to work. I come home from work, change and hit the couch, most nights I am lucky if I have removed my contacts before I’m out for the night.
All of that said I am holding my breath for week 13. The promise of the honeymoon trimester when you’re no longer gagging on your toothbrush, and holding your chest when you climb the stairs. I want to mop my floor and play with my dog and by god get back to the gym! I am slowly but surely coming out of it, I have been able to cook dinner a few times and foods that I couldn’t stand to even mention are becoming more appetizing. I am able to have snacks with some nutritional value rather than the crackers and lemon pudding that got me through for so many weeks. M and I took Mr. B for a walk last night, which we all enjoyed. So things are improving, even if I did go to bed last night at 8!
I recently had a great visit with my Dad. He suggested that I start an on-line journal to keep in touch with my out of state family and friends… Well I’ve been considering it since my move to the suburbs of Columbus about 6 months ago. I’m at a point in my life where everyone I care about is far away so I suppose it’s time. Hi Dad! You never run out of good ideas do you?
I will use this blog to keep track of what is new and give updates as my pregnancy progresses and life really starts to change and probably rant and rave here and there. So how is the pregnancy? So far so good I suppose, as far as first trimester woes go. I have had my share of struggles with all day sickness, needing 10 naps per day and a ton of other things that you only need to know about if you have done this yourself. None of that matters, I have never been so happy to be sick. As cliche’ as it is, it is the truth. I think some of that lends itself to this title “Rockin’ the Suburbs”. I’m no longer the hip city dweller who’s life is all about the handbag and shoes, life has lead me/us to a new place with new plans. Baby is a big part of these plans, well that with the (diaper) bags and shoes.