A Post on Early Pregnancy

When people ask how I'm feeling, I respond with a chipper "Much better, thanks!" That's because I choose to compare it to the week at the height of my morning sickness that I had the flu on top of it, and my MIL came for her first visit ever and I felt like a crappy hostess because the idea of food made me, uh, uncomfortable.

I want to share with all the friends and family who read this blog how it really feels, as I finish up my first first-trimester. And for posterity, because I don't keep a journal very well anymore. So there you have it.

My stomach is never pleased. The baby hurts me. I try to eat and sleep and exercise like I should for our little angel, but he/she doesn't seem to want to be a part of it at all. Let me share an anecdote from yesterday: I like to do the Crunch Dance Work-0ut dvds. I have 2 of them. Yesterday I selected the cardio one because it's a little shorter than the fat-burning one, and I really like the Island Jam portion of the dvd. It has moves like sunshine hips, chiquita banana, and salt shakers. The dvd is half-hour long. I was waning a bit, and by halfway through, I had to go to the bathroom. It is only 1/2 hour long!! Our last ultrasound did show how squished my bladder was, but PLEASE. Then I tried to resume the workout, but ended up on the couch, flopped listlessly. About an hour later I had built up enough energy to take a shower. Pathetic.

And it doesn't matter what foods I used to like. This fetus has it's own preferences. Lately beef. I try to reason with the fetus because we have to eat down the food we already have since we're moving, and we don't have a side of beef in our freezer. There is no reasoning with the little bundle of joy. Beef.

Plus I visit teach a puerto rican woman, who generally is pleasant to be around. But the latin culture can be cruel. Evidently I look twice as far along as I am, and my butt is getting huge. I managed not to cry until I was safely home. Poor AJ. In many ways I think he has it worse than I do!