This is my 300th entry in this blog. I started not sure if anyone would read this blog, if I would keep up with this blog, right at the beginning of my IF journey. Now I am 14 weeks pregnant, with great people reading my blog, and have 300 entries. Pretty cool. Thanks to everyone who helped make it possible.
I kept putting off blogging because I wanted my 300th entry to be something special since it was such a big number, but I decided to just blog anyways, because I am not sure if I would live up to my hype. I did also finally get my google reader down to a manageable size so I felt like I could write an entry with out neglecting you guys.
So what’s new?
I decided not to do the research study. I love the thought of getting free ultrasounds, 3d nonethless, but I wasn’t interested in extra swabbing, blood work etc and the possibility of that ob knowing my business. Not that he wouldn’t be professional, but yea.
Yesterday I told my bigger boss (my bosses boss) that I am pregnant. She is a totally nice person, but I was still nervous. She was so nice, said she was so happy for me, and gave me a hug. She said don’t worry your only part time so don’t stress about work. I know what she meant, but it kinda came out wrong I think. *shrugs* When I was telling her some other work people came in and she was like why don’t you tell them your news? LOL, uhm ok so I did. So now everyone in my office environment knows and they are all happy for me. So yea for that.
For those that are already sensitive to a post where I write about pregnancy, feel free to skip this part of the post. I won’t mind.
This week I got on the scale again and I gained 2.7 pounds in one week. Not what I was looking for. I was trying to only gain one pound at the most all week. If I add the .4 pounds I didn’t gain last week that is still 1.3 pounds too much. I have gained a total of six pounds since the very beginning. I know that doesn’t sound like much, but I did start overweight so I probably shouldn’t gain as much as someone who is skinny. Yes, I’m obsessing over my weight. I am mad at myself because I worked so damn hard to get pregnant and I’m stressing my brain out about this.
My mom is sick this week and was supposed to come down, but she rescheduled again. Because she isn’t coming this week I sent her a bump picture to show her what I look like. I haven’t seen her since right before I found out I was pregnant. When my hubby took the pic I was a bit shocked. Yes, I was wearing a form fitting top compared to the loose things I have been wearing recently, but I felt like I looked big. Yes, I started overweight, but wow. I sent the picture to my mom and she was like wow. I felt like she was surprised to see me that big and she said that I looked farther along than I really am. I know she didn’t mean it meanly, but that along with my already sensitive brain, made me feel upset. I didn’t sleep well and kept thinking about how I’m not doing a good job being pregnant and how I’m going to get too big and all that crap. When I talked to my hubby he did make me feel a little better. He said that I started overweight which is true and that a lot of it is things moving around. It’s true, I always had a bit of a belly, but people couldn’t see it because it was flabby and I hid it with my clothes. Now that I am pregnant and my stomach is becoming more prominent people can see it more. He also said I am probably eating healthier than I did before. Yes I still cheat on occasion, but I am trying to eat less crap and adding more fruits/vegetables. I need to walk more, but yea.
I hope you guys don’t think I’m a complete freak for obsessing over this. I know I’m pregnant and I am totally ecstatic to be pregnant and I knew I was going to get bigger. I dunno, I guess I just expected myself to look more pregnant and less fat. Though I’m sure I have more of that to come. Sorry for whining about my crazy thoughts. Oh and if you would like to see the two pictures I sent my mom with my head cut off lol you can click on my turtle page to see them.
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