Leap Year Thoughts on being pregnant

I figured I should write a post today as my next opportunity to write a post on February, 29th is another four years away.

I feel bad for complaining so much about being pregnant. I'm honestly just struggling with giving up my body to a foreign being. I've never been good at sharing, so giving up my well-being for a critter the size of a grape is new territory. At least it's the internet says it's the size of a grape right now. I've noticed a disturbing trend where embryo's/fetus' are classified by what food they're closest to in size. Maybe food is the only universal sizing people can agree on.

I went from having a poppy seed, to a pea, to a bean, and now a grape. I have a friend who is 8 weeks ahead of me and apparently she's in avocado territory. I find this really weird. Something about comparing unborn children to foods just freaks me out.

I digress.

I thought I'd take the time to write about a few things I actually like about being pregnant so far. This list isn't going to be the longest list in existence, but there are a few things so far that are pretty neat.

1. Cleavage: I have some for the first time in my life. Sure my coat almost doesn't button over my chest anymore, but winter is almost over anyway so who cares?
2. It doesn't matter if I didn't do the dishes: I have a completely legitimate excuse. I'm creating life and can't handle the sights and smells or the sink anymore.
3. My husband is still beyond awesome: I knew this before I got pregnant, but now I see more examples everyday of how amazing he is. This man is doting, and caring, and will rub my back when I have gas. That's love. 
4. Being part of a new club: Being pregnant gets you entrance into the Mom Club. You can now join friends and family who are parents in discussing various aspects of family life. Family life/parenting info is pretty boring to those who are single or not pregnant. 
5. Special moments with my Scheherazade kitty: I'm up in the middle of the night and so is she. We play, we bond. It's lovely. She's also my napping/sleeping buddy so I always have company. I love that little kitty. She seriously brings me immeasurable joy.
6. Finger talons: I'd call then nails but that doesn't do anything to suggest the hard and magnificent nature of my fingernails at the moment. I now have nails that are difficult to bite, which is a great deterrent as a nail biter. They aren't completely indestructible as I did break my left thumb nail twice while bowling. The fact that I had enough nail to break it twice should say something. Prenatal vitamins are kind of amazing. 
7. Drinking a crap ton of ginger ale is considered fine to help with nausea. Which is awesome. Seeing as I feel bad for having one soda normally, now I can just drink what I need to to settle my stomach. Awesome.
8. Midnight snacks are actually encouraged.
9. Now that I think about it again, having cleavage is still pretty awesome, so I'll list it twice.
10. I can use snarky quotes from Juno like, "I'm a sacred vessel, all you've got in your stomach is taco bell." Or "My eggo is preggo."

Well that's all I got for now. I finally finished my middle of the night yogurt ritual so it's time for me to crawl back into bed and hope for another 4 to 5 hours of sleep if I'm lucky. 

Happy Leap Day!

Middle of the night ponderings

Tonight has been a rough night. I'm trying not to whine about being pregnant, but honestly, so far it's really hard work.

Before I got pregnant I knew morning sickness existed. I just underestimated how bad it could be. I'm used to being nauseous and vomiting. As I have crohn's disease, I'm not new to this ball game. I'm just not used to it being practically incurable.

With Crohn's I'm able to find relief. I can avoid what's causing the upset. I can take copious amounts of drugs to fix what ails me.  I can't seem to do this while being pregnant.

I've read that now that I'm entering 9 weeks, the placenta should start making some hormones soon and I should start to feel better in 4 or 5 weeks. Seeing as I've felt this way for 4 or 5 weeks, I feel like I can handle the tail end of this wild ride.

My new mantra is, "You just have to make it to you're birthday next month. See how you feel then."

Having a day in mind seems to help. Something to look forward to. Even if I don't feel great on my birthday, I'll at least be 4 weeks farther along and hopefully 4 weeks closer to eating real food again. My eating habits have changed so drastically, I don't even know who I am anymore. My grocery store game plan is completely different from what it used to be. What used to be veggies and meat has been replaced by processed potatoes and ginger ale. I never used to eat yogurt, now I eat at least one a day.

And my poor, poor husband. He went from having a housewife who cooked every night to a housewife who refuses to enter the kitchen. I can hardly open the fridge, let alone look at the dishes. He's gained weight while I've lost. He's such a trooper, and I honestly couldn't ask for a more supportive husband.

Even if I snap at him about silly things like always using the fan while cooking, he's still so patient. I swear I can smell the heat coming off the stove and it makes me feel sick and he just listens and turns the fan on. He tries his best to suggest foods to me, even though nine times out of ten I don't want what he suggests. He runs to the store when I run out of ginger ale. He is wonderful and I'm proud to be making our baby.

Now if I could just stop feeling so sick, all would be right in the world.