I like being in control, but I no longer know what that feels like. A few times in my life, I've wished I could be more carefree - less of a planner. Well, looks like all I really wanted was to be pregnant.
A week by week of my internal pregnancy dialog:
Week 4 - Week 5.5: I don't get what all the craving/nausea/food aversion crap is about. Clearly that's an excuse for people to be lazy and eat pizza whenever they want to. I'm going to eat a little red meat and a whole egg every day for choline, 3 cups of baby spinach for folate, iron, and calcium, 32 oz of almond milk for more calcium, and plenty of colorful veggies to make sure I get a variety of antioxidants and other nutrients. I don't think I want to eat bread or crappy carbs, either. Surely I can get by with fruit, oatmeal, and potatoes! I'm going to go to the grocery store and stock up on chicken, veggies, and a few other staples.
Week 5.5-Week 6: Why does that chicken taste funny? And why don't I want to eat my sweet potatoes? Why does the gym smell so freaking bad? Do these people not shower?
Week 6 - Week 9: GET THE CHICKEN OUT OF MY FACE!!! I don't even what to talk about chicken, or beef for that matter. Don't even get me started on those nasty ass sweet potatoes (that I loved a week ago). Why does the ice in my water smell gross? All I want to eat is saltines. And pizza. And hot ham and cheese. Thank God for prenatal vitamins because unless flour and cheese comprise whole food groups, this is not going well for the baby. I definitely don't miss drinking because this whole experience so far is like a hangover that will. not. stop. I'm dizzy, craving greasy food, not thinking clearly, I have a headache and I need quite a bit of sleep. And I'm probably dehydrated.
Week 9 - 12: Thank goodness I have to pee a lot or else I wouldn't wake up to eat. Or work. Or take my dogs out. I've got the eating thing under control a little better (if 'eating chicken' is better...even if it MIGHT come from Chik-Fil-A) but my naps last for 3-4 hours. Placenta building is a JOB. Thankfully, it's a job I can do while I'm sleeping.
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