Today I broke down and bought dry crackers to eat when I feel nauseus, they're helping soo much. I think the sickness really only comes when I'm hungry, so as long as I eat a cracker or two then my tummy is satiated.
Yay!
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
Ugh
So far I haven't had much morning sickness, just nausea soonish after I wake up. But it's easily solved with a cookie or a cracker or something. However, as my sleepless night tonight has kindly shown me, I get some wicked 2 am sickness :(
I'm sitting in the bathroom, amusing myself on the laptop, hoping to god I don't throw up. Because then I'll have to brush my teeth again, and that seems like alot of hassle at 2 am.
As far as I can tell, not many people read this. But if you're somone who does, and you're in a Dom/sub, or some variation on that theme style of relationship AND have been pregnant while in one, would you mind telling me how you dealt with it? A small ask I know.
My Husband is having some problems adjusting to the new limits on play that we have, and living with His mother in law. And I would love to be able to find a way to make Him happy, and keep the baby safe. Although I have limited sympathy about His MIL angst as we just lived with His parents for a good 9 months while we saved/looked for a house.
I'm painting my Husband in a pretty bad light here, I promise that he's wonderful! It's just 2 am, and I'm only casually eloquent at the best of times.
I'm sitting in the bathroom, amusing myself on the laptop, hoping to god I don't throw up. Because then I'll have to brush my teeth again, and that seems like alot of hassle at 2 am.
As far as I can tell, not many people read this. But if you're somone who does, and you're in a Dom/sub, or some variation on that theme style of relationship AND have been pregnant while in one, would you mind telling me how you dealt with it? A small ask I know.
My Husband is having some problems adjusting to the new limits on play that we have, and living with His mother in law. And I would love to be able to find a way to make Him happy, and keep the baby safe. Although I have limited sympathy about His MIL angst as we just lived with His parents for a good 9 months while we saved/looked for a house.
I'm painting my Husband in a pretty bad light here, I promise that he's wonderful! It's just 2 am, and I'm only casually eloquent at the best of times.
He won't be laughing long
My Husband thinks it's hilarious that my mom won't let me lift anything. I'm not sure that he's realised that at some point he'll have to lift things instead of her : p
I'm so glad that the 'easiest' part of the pregnancy is happening during summer. But, oh my god, it's sooooo hot! This morning I had a short burst of determination that I wouldn't let the baby keep me tired and tied to the couch all day. So I got the kitchen clean, the bathroom clean, the bed stripped and sheets washed, and some of the mountain of laundry done. Then promptly collapsed with heat exhaustion until 8 o'clock.
And when I look back on how I judged some of my friends for maybe milking their pregnancies a bit too much I feel soo ashamed. It really is tiring to grow a person!
I've been having serious trouble trying to visualise the baby, the diagrams of 'your baby week by week' are interesting, but hard to associate with a tummy that I can't even see under all my fat. So I've decided that since it's about the size of a baby mouse, I'm going to imagine a humanoid mouselet swimming around in there. Curiously, this made me feel a little bit closer to 'him'.
I've also decided that it's a him. I just have a feeling, although we both desperately want a little girl. I'm sure I'll love whoever comes out, but I don't quite know how to deal with little boys. I guess I'll learn quickly though!
I'm lucky that my Husband had twin brothers when he was a teenager. So he not only knows how to look after very small children, but he knows how to deal with litte boys (apart from still being a little boy himself).
And... and... and... stuff. I have so much that I want to think and talk about, but no one to outlet to so far. Hubby needs time to digest things, he always has. If I give him a few days to stew on it, then he'll probably have the next year mapped out and plotted with precision. Whereas I haven't had much success when I've pushed him to talk before he's ready. So... no talking for a few days.
Now I just have to find a GP to refer me to whoever it is that's supposed to poke me periodically and check that everything's ok. And checking whether I'm ok, and the babies ok, and that I didn't have some sort of faulty test and I've just imagine all the symptoms. Which is basically my secret horror, so I'd like to get to that GP as soon as I can.
I'm so glad that the 'easiest' part of the pregnancy is happening during summer. But, oh my god, it's sooooo hot! This morning I had a short burst of determination that I wouldn't let the baby keep me tired and tied to the couch all day. So I got the kitchen clean, the bathroom clean, the bed stripped and sheets washed, and some of the mountain of laundry done. Then promptly collapsed with heat exhaustion until 8 o'clock.
And when I look back on how I judged some of my friends for maybe milking their pregnancies a bit too much I feel soo ashamed. It really is tiring to grow a person!
I've been having serious trouble trying to visualise the baby, the diagrams of 'your baby week by week' are interesting, but hard to associate with a tummy that I can't even see under all my fat. So I've decided that since it's about the size of a baby mouse, I'm going to imagine a humanoid mouselet swimming around in there. Curiously, this made me feel a little bit closer to 'him'.
I've also decided that it's a him. I just have a feeling, although we both desperately want a little girl. I'm sure I'll love whoever comes out, but I don't quite know how to deal with little boys. I guess I'll learn quickly though!
I'm lucky that my Husband had twin brothers when he was a teenager. So he not only knows how to look after very small children, but he knows how to deal with litte boys (apart from still being a little boy himself).
And... and... and... stuff. I have so much that I want to think and talk about, but no one to outlet to so far. Hubby needs time to digest things, he always has. If I give him a few days to stew on it, then he'll probably have the next year mapped out and plotted with precision. Whereas I haven't had much success when I've pushed him to talk before he's ready. So... no talking for a few days.
Now I just have to find a GP to refer me to whoever it is that's supposed to poke me periodically and check that everything's ok. And checking whether I'm ok, and the babies ok, and that I didn't have some sort of faulty test and I've just imagine all the symptoms. Which is basically my secret horror, so I'd like to get to that GP as soon as I can.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Well then...
I'm pregnant... how'd that happen?
We'd pretty well stopped trying until we'd gotten our finances straightened out, and then we were going to go on Clomid. How have I spent a year actively trying to have a baby, and once pregnancy becomes a fairly low priority, it just up and happens.
I'm so very very terrified, it doesn't seem real. I have pregnancy symptoms like nausea, sore breasts, and peeing like nothing you've ever seen before, but I still don't quite believe it. Life is pretty much the same, there's not much different. Except that I have a legitimate reason to be tired and lethargic now, rather than I'm lazy, or it's too hot to move.
Mom bought out all the baby things she's been buying since I told her we were trying, and my sister and mother in law seem very excited. My dad... seemed happy, but the phone call didn't last long at all. I was a little dissapointed about that, but oh well.
Next step is to go to the doctors and make sure that everything's fine, and that it wasn't just a faulty pee stick. Then we'll get onto the decisions about when to tell everyone else, and what kind of baby stuff we're going to lay-by. Argh!!!! I still can't believe it!
Also, I now need to defer my uni course and start looking for a job. How depressing, no-one wanted to employ me before because I was too old for the casual positions I was looking for, and now no-one will want to employ me because I'm pregant/oddly huge in the belly area. Oh well, here's hoping that someone takes pity on the belly!!!
We'd pretty well stopped trying until we'd gotten our finances straightened out, and then we were going to go on Clomid. How have I spent a year actively trying to have a baby, and once pregnancy becomes a fairly low priority, it just up and happens.
I'm so very very terrified, it doesn't seem real. I have pregnancy symptoms like nausea, sore breasts, and peeing like nothing you've ever seen before, but I still don't quite believe it. Life is pretty much the same, there's not much different. Except that I have a legitimate reason to be tired and lethargic now, rather than I'm lazy, or it's too hot to move.
Mom bought out all the baby things she's been buying since I told her we were trying, and my sister and mother in law seem very excited. My dad... seemed happy, but the phone call didn't last long at all. I was a little dissapointed about that, but oh well.
Next step is to go to the doctors and make sure that everything's fine, and that it wasn't just a faulty pee stick. Then we'll get onto the decisions about when to tell everyone else, and what kind of baby stuff we're going to lay-by. Argh!!!! I still can't believe it!
Also, I now need to defer my uni course and start looking for a job. How depressing, no-one wanted to employ me before because I was too old for the casual positions I was looking for, and now no-one will want to employ me because I'm pregant/oddly huge in the belly area. Oh well, here's hoping that someone takes pity on the belly!!!
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