I'm 16 weeks pregnant with twins, whether I believe it or not. Although my mind isn't on board yet, my body is giving hints, like smack you in the face hints. It's time I take ownership of my pregnancy status, even though my body resembles a woman who has let herself go as in I drink beer constantly and don't give an f-.
Saturday, while shopping with my dear mama, I needed to sit my butt down after my lower back began hurting/cramping. The pain wasn't extreme but it was enough to warrant a response from yours truly as well as my ma-ma. Sunday, a lovely Mother's Day lunch with hubby, mom and m-i-l and grocery shopping was enough to take the wind out of my sails.
I spent yesterday in bed, reading, resting and eating - which was glorious (although not glorious enough to want to be on bed rest for weeks). Who knew Stephen King, a neck pillow and snacks in bed could be so fabulous? That evening I nearly passed out/threw up standing at my oven, stir frying vegetables (found out today from my OB/GYN that's normal -- my blood pressure likely fell). Sitting down didn't cure what ailed me but lying down on the couch made me feel better. I also felt like my throat was closing up and I couldn't breathe but that was likely a panic attack since the dizzy/nauseous feeling is what I felt before I had a partial seizure three years ago (only have had one in my life, thankfully, but I read those feelings are my triggers and shouldn't be ignored).
The first trimester I lacked energy and felt disgusting, inside and out. My body was slowly expanding and my stomach felt like a Tilt-a-Whirl. I felt like a scientist while trying to discover which foods wouldn't make me hurl. Now I'm into the second trimester and all I hear from veteran moms and opinionated Internet ramblings, the likes I should stop reading, is how this trimester is wonderful. Yes, I don't feel as disgusting as last trimester and I can eat a wider variety of foods (although some smells still make me want to hurl) but I'm realizing my body isn't what it used to be, not that I was a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model who worked out hours a day. My body is working for three and it's throwing hints to slow down, even if I feel well enough to go about my normal routine.
You see, I'm not your normal girl. I grew up daddy's favorite and a tom girl. My much older sisters didn't want much to do with me so I latched on to my closer-in-age brother, wanting to be just like him. When my parents needed someone to do hard labor (as we referred to it), I was in on the action. So, it's hard for me not to be one of the boys -- I'm Rosie the Riveter! However, I must remember I'm living for three, which is extraordinary! It would be easier if I had a substantial baby bump to showcase to the world but life isn't always easy!
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Thursday, May 2, 2013
14 Weeks Pregnant With Twins: Time For Airing of the Grievances
I am pregnant hear me roar.
It's nice to complain once in a while, especially on an online blog - there's only so much complaining my husband can take, especially when he can't relate to my aches and pains, hormonal fluxes and the like.
What is the deal with water? I drink at least a gallon a day and my body thirsts for more, especially my restless legs even though I eat at least one banana a day and added coconut water! Maybe I should wear a beer hat with water bottles on each side and strap a portable toilet to my butt. What a look! I try to stay away from calorie and sugar filled juices and non-caffeinated soda but enjoy a half juice, half Perrier/ginger ale cocktail once in a while. Amazing. It's refreshing, especially when others are boozing.
Speaking of water, I bet toilet paper companies love pregnant women. I peed so many times today (it's only 2:30 p.m.) I lost count. The type of urination I find most annoying is when you feel near explosion but find yourself at the porcelain throne with hardly enough fluid to fill a urine sample cup. What's up with that?
Speaking of nether regions, my tailbone hurts. With all the expanding and stretching my body is undergoing, my tailbone is sore (yes, I sit on a cushion at work). My doctor recommended a chiropractor but I fear his adjustments may hurt my babies (probably an ignorant fear). Maybe it will go away ... fingers crossed.
Moving on, if one more "well-wisher" tells me congratulations with a followup of "Twins, wow, you are going to be huge," I'm going to get myself arrested. Why would someone think that's appropriate to tell an already expanding, hormonal woman? As I type this in stretch pants and a tunic, I know I will grow larger. I've stupidly Google imaged "Twins third trimester" to see into my future. I don't need reminders from strangers.
My other favorite response is: "Twins?! That's going to be so hard." Thank you, very uplifting. Are you a motivational speaker?
Speaking of stretch pants, I would like to thank the hipster, teeny-boppers, whatever you want to call them (females younger than me who act as if they created cool), who popularized leggings as suitable clothing. They are magnificent. As for the rest of the stuff they popularized, well ... as Sweet Brown said, "Ain't nobody got time for that!"
If I ever have children again I want to warn my future self -- Danger, danger Will Robinson, the smells you encounter in the first trimester when you're queasy (soaps, lotions, scented trash bags) will haunt you for the rest of your pregnancy. I switched soaps and am contemplating switching shampoo/conditioner (although, I just bought the family size containers) and face wash ... or maybe I can continue holding my breath as I wash.
Another gripe, in addition to restless legs (and one case of restless arms) I have a new wake-up-at-4-am thing occasionally going on where I struggle to fall back asleep. My mind doesn't race, there are no thoughts of tasks I didn't accomplish or a stressful day ahead. Just tossing and turning. What gives?
And last, but not least, for the past two days my nausea made its grand return. Not as significant as before but ... I thought I was past this! Insert fear of nine months of morning sickness. I expanded my meals past carrots and saltines (first trimester staples) but am not a total balls-to-the-wall pregnant lady who eats everything in sight. Some of the stuff I ate before I became pregnant still make me nauseous, especially popcorn. I don't have cravings per say but there's food I look forward to eating (I eat healthy during the week and have a cheat meal or two on the weekend) but it's basically food items I've always loved - pizza, ice cream, nachos, burritos. Although I can handle a bit more spice than before, especially with Mexican food.
My back started hurting as I typed this post but I solved this issue by unhooking my bra. Perhaps it's time I stop typing and go buy a new one!
It's nice to complain once in a while, especially on an online blog - there's only so much complaining my husband can take, especially when he can't relate to my aches and pains, hormonal fluxes and the like.
What is the deal with water? I drink at least a gallon a day and my body thirsts for more, especially my restless legs even though I eat at least one banana a day and added coconut water! Maybe I should wear a beer hat with water bottles on each side and strap a portable toilet to my butt. What a look! I try to stay away from calorie and sugar filled juices and non-caffeinated soda but enjoy a half juice, half Perrier/ginger ale cocktail once in a while. Amazing. It's refreshing, especially when others are boozing.
Speaking of water, I bet toilet paper companies love pregnant women. I peed so many times today (it's only 2:30 p.m.) I lost count. The type of urination I find most annoying is when you feel near explosion but find yourself at the porcelain throne with hardly enough fluid to fill a urine sample cup. What's up with that?
Speaking of nether regions, my tailbone hurts. With all the expanding and stretching my body is undergoing, my tailbone is sore (yes, I sit on a cushion at work). My doctor recommended a chiropractor but I fear his adjustments may hurt my babies (probably an ignorant fear). Maybe it will go away ... fingers crossed.
Moving on, if one more "well-wisher" tells me congratulations with a followup of "Twins, wow, you are going to be huge," I'm going to get myself arrested. Why would someone think that's appropriate to tell an already expanding, hormonal woman? As I type this in stretch pants and a tunic, I know I will grow larger. I've stupidly Google imaged "Twins third trimester" to see into my future. I don't need reminders from strangers.
My other favorite response is: "Twins?! That's going to be so hard." Thank you, very uplifting. Are you a motivational speaker?
Speaking of stretch pants, I would like to thank the hipster, teeny-boppers, whatever you want to call them (females younger than me who act as if they created cool), who popularized leggings as suitable clothing. They are magnificent. As for the rest of the stuff they popularized, well ... as Sweet Brown said, "Ain't nobody got time for that!"
If I ever have children again I want to warn my future self -- Danger, danger Will Robinson, the smells you encounter in the first trimester when you're queasy (soaps, lotions, scented trash bags) will haunt you for the rest of your pregnancy. I switched soaps and am contemplating switching shampoo/conditioner (although, I just bought the family size containers) and face wash ... or maybe I can continue holding my breath as I wash.
Another gripe, in addition to restless legs (and one case of restless arms) I have a new wake-up-at-4-am thing occasionally going on where I struggle to fall back asleep. My mind doesn't race, there are no thoughts of tasks I didn't accomplish or a stressful day ahead. Just tossing and turning. What gives?
And last, but not least, for the past two days my nausea made its grand return. Not as significant as before but ... I thought I was past this! Insert fear of nine months of morning sickness. I expanded my meals past carrots and saltines (first trimester staples) but am not a total balls-to-the-wall pregnant lady who eats everything in sight. Some of the stuff I ate before I became pregnant still make me nauseous, especially popcorn. I don't have cravings per say but there's food I look forward to eating (I eat healthy during the week and have a cheat meal or two on the weekend) but it's basically food items I've always loved - pizza, ice cream, nachos, burritos. Although I can handle a bit more spice than before, especially with Mexican food.
My back started hurting as I typed this post but I solved this issue by unhooking my bra. Perhaps it's time I stop typing and go buy a new one!
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