As I leave the fourth month of pregnancy and head into the fifth (and closer to the HALF WAY POINT!! WOOT WOOT!!) I find myself not disliking distinct smells, foods, people, stupid status updates on FB and the general outdoors. I’m almost 87% back to myself…except I have a big butt, belly annnnd…the obvious other big “b” body part. Often, I look in the mirror and wonder “who the hell is that?” (sorry for the “h” word…but this situation calls for it.) I also can’t get ov-ah how much my baby bump keeps popping out every day. It’s cray cray!!
But I finally have some great news. This week I returned to Pure Barre and have been watching my calorie intake (I’ve been a calorie counter since college…you didn’t think I’d stop now did you? My daily limits are just much higher) aaaannnnnnnnnnnddddddd….wait for it…….. I LOST A POUND!!!! You might be thinking “hey…your pregnant. You shouldn’t be losing weight.” But you have NO CLUE what my scale has been doing to me lately. I was gaining half a pound to a pound a freaking day. A DAY, I said. My sweet, sweet doctor told me it would all balance out (God love her) and I think it finally is. I still don’t wear pants with waistbands that don’t contain elastic, but hey…A POUND!!
We also find out what our sweet Little’s gender will be next week. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!! I’m pumped. We’re going to keep it a secret for just over a week and a half and then reveal it at a small party for family and close friends. Please don’t call and ask me during that week of silence. You know how bad I am at keeping secrets and I don’t want to cave under the pressure. 😉 Thanks.
Here’s a little photo montage of weeks 12-16 and 4 days.
Now that there actually is a little bump to take a picture of, I’ve been snapping it’s pic with my iPhone left and right. Mostly when I’m in hotel bathrooms and Target dressing rooms. (They have great mirrors.) What am I craving? Well if you mention it, I need to have it. Greek yogurt is my go to in the morning and when I found Frozen Strawberry Shortcake Greek Yogurt…well you can imagine that tiny pint didn’t last long. I also need a tall Skinny Salted Caramel Mocha if not every day, then every other day. Addicted. And please don’t tell me I shouldn’t wear high heels. I know the time will come, but not yet.
My 15 week check up was full of needle pokes and drama. I, of course, was the drama starter. I have high anxiety when it comes to needles. And when they said I needed a blood draw, I was ok with that. But when they tacked on the flu shot too?? I started to have a melt down. I warned them that I’ve passed out after shots or blood draws and you’d think I’d just told them I’m a bio-hazard. They brought in an extra nurse. Took me to a room I could lie down in. Gave me a cold washcloth (I was mentally high fiving myself by this time.) And topped it off with cold orange juice and stale honey graham crackers. Oh and they had smelly salts nearby just in case. Drew held my hand as they informed me I had the tiniest veins ever. (At least something on my body is still tiny.) Two needle stick attempts later and they told me the blood was flowing. The nurses were relieved as I was after it was over and we all chanted We’re Done! Oh wait…and then came the flu shot. Drew took me out to Mexican to celebrate my bravery and our Little’s fast, strong heartbeat.
I’m happy to say I have more energy, I’m smiling more, I don’t roll my eyes uncontrollably at people I know and don’t know, and my filter is somewhat back in place. I still have this uncanny ability to say exactly what I’m thinking. It’s kinda empowering!
Oh and the bump picture at 15 weeks? That’s alcohol free champagne I’m enjoying on my birthday. It’s actually not as bad as it sounds…except you don’t get the giddy feeling that comes along with real bubbly.
And I think our Little is a boy. 😉