Well, I am finally getting caught up with all the things technology I have wanted to do around the blog. Over the next few months, we're going to be sprucing up things a bit here at Crunchy Wife WV. Personally, I have had a Facebook for a long long time. Too long, in fact... but I just got one up and running for this blog. I am in the process of trying to get a "follow" button set up for Facebook, so in the mean time, please just search "Crunchy Wife WV", and I should come up. I may or may not start fooling with the tweets on the Twitters. I am getting too old for the vast majority of social media outlets. However, if there is high enough demand for a Twitter account, I will oblige.
If you're new to the blog... Welcome! I am glad you've found my little site. I try to insert humor and information in all that I do. I am a sarcastic scientist, a witty wife, a calculating cook, and trying to save some green (and some trees) with going green. Follow me along my journey and we can learn some things together. Feel free to share your thoughts and suggestions in the comments sections at the end of each blog post. I look forward to hearing from you!
Friday, January 11, 2013
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
The Crunchy Couple Buys a House, Part 1: Justification
Some call us crazy, for multiple reasons. First of all, I only have a year left of graduate school. Do I plan on moving out into the big brave world to job hunt in the Pharmaceutical Sciences all over God's green earth? No. In fact, I plan on finding a job right here, in North Central West Virginia. I will do just that, even if it means I have to answer phones and play secretary for a mere $30,000/year when I could be starting at $90k at some Californian biotech firm.
Why turn down the money? Well, there are many explanations for our insanity, but it all boils down to these four reasons.
First of all, we love Morgantown. It is one of the best "big" little cities I have ever had the privilege of visiting, let alone living in. This town really is a community, and compared to the rest of WV, it has a small town charm in a big place. It's amazing.
Second of all, we want to be close to our families... but not TOO close. My mom is a widow, and is getting old (sorry, Mom, just giving the facts). Not only do we want to be there for her, but we NEED to be there for her, even if it's for the limited amount of "spare" time we have. Also, my in-laws probably wouldn't approve of us moving a million miles away. If I remember correctly, when Noel and I first were married or engaged, my MIL said something along the lines of "No one will move my grand babies that far away from me". At first, I thought she was crazy for even bringing that up before we had even really thought about having kids, but then I thought about my Mom, who has two grand kids, but they're all the way on the West coast. And that kills her sometimes. If I were in my mother/MIL's shoes, I wouldn't want anyone to move my grand babies that far away from me, either.
Given that scenario, we also don't want to live in the same town as our parents/in-laws. Any one who does either has THE perfect relationship with their parents (which I promise you, doesn't exist unless...), or they're bat crap crazy.
Thirdly, CH has a good job. He doesn't love it enough to work in the same position for the rest of his life, but he likes it enough that he would like to move up in the company and the money is nice. Don't get me wrong, sometimes he comes home with his grumpy "work sucks and people are stupid" tantrums, but for the most part, he can't deny that he gets a satisfaction out of doing what he does. Staying in the area will help him get chances of escalating his position or being competitive for similar careers. Plus, he's got some credit hours left to get his Mechanical Engineering degree, and I'll be d***ed if he's going to use the "you made me move to a different state, so I couldn't complete my degree" excuse. Lord knows there are a million more excuses to go along with that!
Lastly, and most importantly, in my opinion... this state needs educated people, and there are a lot of opportunities in Morgantown. With all the "Buckwild", hillbilly, redneck, and just plain ignorant nonsense floating around and involving this beautiful state, it NEEDS people with higher degrees and earning potential. People who are willing to stay here, set down roots, develop technologies here, become entrepreneurs, help to educate other residents, and most of all, change the way "outsiders" view West Virginia and its people. I have been to a LOT of extremely rural WV towns, but I have never seen the idiocy that is portrayed about our state in the national media outlets. And that, my friends, needs to change. If those people would just come here and see the beautiful mountains and actually talk to its people and learn about its history without judgement, they would see they have a completely skewed view of what WV is like. Also, we need to put WV on the map and make people learn their high school geography so they quit calling us "Western Virginia". Let's goooooooooo MOUNTAINEERS!
So, have you settled down yet? If so, why did you choose the place you did? Was it for family, for money, for convenience? I want to HEAR from you! I KNOW people read this thing because I've had almost 600 legitimate views in less than 6 months! Talk to me, people! Let's have a conversation!
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Crunchy Wife in the Kitchen: Beet, Walnut, and Feta Salad
Going on the topic of a healthy new year, I thought I'd share a great vegetarian recipe I tweaked to make my own. Beets are usually in season several months out of the year (May-October), but they are known as a "winter" crop. Part of this is due to their wide availability as a canned product, although they are pretty delicious fresh and roasted, as well.
Beets have pre-cooked texture of a radish, but give off a more earthy tone on the palate. Most beets have a vibrant red color when cooked, once widely used in the textile industry for dying fabrics. (They'll dye your skin, too!) This is also nature's way of telling us that they're loaded in all kinds of great vitamins and minerals, especially antioxidants. Because beets are pretty much in-season all year round where you can find the canned variety, this salad is not only a great "winter" vegetable recipe, but can be enjoyed any time of year.
I made this salad for lunch today to try to counteract some of the bad fats and carbs I'll be consuming during our typical Irish New Year's Day feast later this evening. This recipe has lots of good fats and carbs (fiber), and tons of good-for-you nutrients. You can make this as one big serving for a main dish lunch or increase the goodies and divvy it up into smaller portions as a side for a meal. You can use almost any greens you like, but I happened to have some romaine on hand that needed used. Spring mixed greens, spinach, or arugula would be great. You can also use almonds, pine nuts, or almost any nut you like. The cheese is equally as interchangeable. I used Sun-Dried Tomato and Basil feta, but you can use plain feta, blue cheese, goat cheese, Gorgonzola or whatever suits your fancy or your contents of your fridge. Serve this up with some in-season clementines and it's to die for. Here the recipe, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!
Crunchy Beet Salad with Walnuts and Feta
Salad:
1 small head romaine lettuce, chopped
1/2 cup slice canned beets, sliced into slivers
1/4 cup (1 oz.) crumbled Tomato-Basil Feta
1 oz. walnuts halves and pieces (about 14 halves)
Half of 1 small onion, thinly sliced and diced, Divided for use in Dressing
Dressing:
Half of sliced and diced onion from above
1 tbsp balsamic vinegar
1 tbsp apple cider vinegar
2 tbsp olive oil
Pinch sugar
Dash salt and freshly ground pepper (or to taste)
Place lettuce on salad plate. Top with beets, feta, walnuts, and part of onion.
Add remaining onion to a small bowl and whisk it together with vinegar, oil, sugar, and salt and pepper. Once blended, add to top of salad.
Serve immediately and enjoy!
Nutritional info: Using half of dressing, 456 calories, 20g carbs, 39g fat, and 12g protein. Using all of dressing: 575 calories, 21g carbs, 39g fat, and 12g protein.
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I hope you enjoyed this Crunchy recipe, and there are sure to be more in the New Year! In the meantime, Green Appetit!
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I hope you enjoyed this Crunchy recipe, and there are sure to be more in the New Year! In the meantime, Green Appetit!
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Let the New Year Baby ring it all in!
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Crunchy Husband and I, Christmas 2012 |
So my New Year's Resolution this year is to (1) Keep myself healthy by eating right and continuing to regularly exercise. (2) To stay motivated to get through my PhD and begin looking for a real job after graduation. (3) To continue looking for a house to buy (we're almost there!). (4) To continue to do a great job in saving money. (5) To try to have another baby, while also remembering our Little Owl and grieving healthily over our loss. To learn from our miscarriage, share our knowledge with others, and try hard not to let ourselves worry too much if we are able to conceive again.
Although my goals are almost the same as last years, I'll tell you how far I've come.
My New Year 2013 Resolution Wordle |
Resolution 1: Eat, Live, and Be Healthy! Crunchy Husband and I have been making a big effort to eat more healthy, whole foods over the last couple of years. This year, we both wanted to lose some pounds and cut out some junk. I am happy to say, that before our pregnancy with Little Owl, I had lost almost 15 lbs from cutting down on soda, eating more veggies instead of starchy or junk foods, and by trying to exercise more. I went from being almost 175 lbs to 161 lbs over the course of several months. Although I cut out any type of cardio or dieting while pregnant, I still kept several pounds off by continuing to walk A LOT, drinking lots of water, and making sure I am not snacking on junk. After the pregnancy and over the holidays, I had gained a few pounds back. Right now, I weigh 167 lbs, which is borderline obese. Of course, BMI does not take into account body build, and I am a very curvy girl with a true hourglass shape. Therefore, I do not look as heavy as I actually am (thank goodness)! In my opinion, I have still made progress, and although I still have a long way to go to reach my goal weight of 135 lbs, I am getting there, even if it is by "baby" steps.
To keep my reproductive health, I will not be dieting heavily, but will make sure I eat a better variety of colorful vegetables and cut down on my fatty meat consumption. Jimmy John's sandwiches are a guilty pleasure of mine!
A new goal for this year is to recycle more. CH and I used to recycle almost EVERYTHING until they got rid of our nearby drop off point. Now, we are lazy and don't want to drive the extra few miles to the next drop off point, so we've gotten a little lax in our recycling. This year, we'll break that trashy habit and help save the earth, one plastic bottle, cardboard box, and glass jar at a time!
Resolution 2: Get that PhD! I qualified on my written PhD candidacy exam, and now, all I have to do to become a "PhD candidate" is to pass an oral qualification, also known as a proposal defense. Although I had written a grant proposal that was submitted to the NIH and received favorable reviews, I will be reworking the proposal to include more feasible experiments for the estimated time I should have left in my program. I will be meeting with my committee next month to see if they have any other recommendations, and then in March, I will be defending my proposal! So nervous... After that, all I have to do is complete the research, write my dissertation, and pass my dissertation defense! So close, I can taste it.
I have also been looking for jobs in the area. CH has a good, full-time job in the area, and we want to stay close to our parents, especially given their health and finances, so we plan to stay in the Morgantown area for a little while longer. This all leads into....
Resolution 3: Buy a House! We put in an offer on a couple of homes. The first one would have needed some work because it was a foreclosure, but we were up to the challenge. The offer was probably going to be accepted until some sneaky real estate mogul snatched it out from under us by offering $20,000 more... IN CASH. Blast you, rich slumlords! The second one, we really like and put an offer in just this last week. We have negotiated some with the seller, but he refuses to budge another $5000 based on the fact that he owes more on the house than it's actually worth. We essentially came to an impasse on price, as we refuse to pay more for the house than its worth, and that $5000 makes the difference on whether we'll be approved for the loan or have to sink another $5000 of our own money all at once, so we told him to give us a call when the house has been on the market for ANOTHER 200 days and he has sunk another couple grand in a mortgage for a house he's not living in. We have another couple of houses in mind, as well as building our own on some land we've been eyeing, so we'll see how it goes! All will happen in God's time.
Resolution 4: Save Mo' Money! When CH and I started the New Year in 2012, we weren't making too much money and had a very modest emergency savings of $5000. We also had a lot of credit card debt, although all of it has been in good standing and we have excellent credit scores. CH got a nice-paying job in April, and so we made the goal to save a total of $12,000 over the next 8 months (by Jan 2013) and to pay down those nasty credit cards. To our surprise, we did BEAT OUR GOAL and have saved a total of over $13,000 over the last 8 months! Over $1000 a month! Resolution number 3, here we come! Next year, I hope to have at least $20,000 in savings, to continue to pay down our debt (getting rid of ALL credit card debt and including our two relatively new vehicles), and to start my own IRA and to start adding more to CH's IRA. It's a big goal, but it will be worth it and a lot easier when we aren't sinking over $1000/month in rent and building some EQUITY!
Resolution 5: Rainbow Baby! CH and I are now well on our way to TTC again. In fact, CH seems to think we may make 4 or 5 by accident. :) There is a lot Little Owl taught us, even if he or she is not able to be with us. Our faith in God lets us know that He will not give us more than we can bear and one day, in HIS timing, we will have a beautiful, bouncing, baby boy or girl. And we can't wait!
Most New Year's Resolutions follow the same lines as my 5 New Year's Resolutions above. What were your goals last year in 2012? Did you complete them? Come close? Make even the tiniest dent? (That's progress, too!) What are your goals for 2013, and are they influenced by last year's? If you had to do 2012 over, what's the number one thing you would change if you could? Let me know in the comments!
Remembering our loss of Little Owl
Almost two months ago, I left off with Crunchy Husband and I celebrating the coming of a new baby and not-so-much celebrating the woes of the 1st Trimester. About a month ago, about a week into what we thought was my 2nd Trimester, we discovered the worst news any expecting parent could face.... we had lost the baby. I am just now coming to complete terms with this as we try to healthily grieve and move on. Luckily, CH and I have an extremely strong marriage. We have been through a lot together, so while this experience has shaken our individual well-beings and fortitude, it has not shaken our marriage. One bit. And that, in itself is truly a Christmas miracle.
What happened? Well, I'm still trying to figure that out, and with my scientific mind, I couldn't take "We may never know" as a valid reason. What follows is what I do know, now.
We experienced what is called a "missed miscarriage" or "missed abortion". This happens, usually later in the 1st Trimester and early 2nd Trimester and is common in the periods before women may have what is called a "still birth", where the baby may be "born" but technically has died in the womb, usually some time before.
We found out this news on December 3rd. I was supposed to be 13 1/2 weeks pregnant and going in for a routine ultrasound to perform a nuchal fold transparency test. It basically measures the baby's skin around the back of the neck, which can be an indicator of genetic abnormalities, such as Downs Syndrome. I was excited to get to see our baby again, and super excited because it would have been the first time CH would have seen the heartbeat. He had to work the day I had my 1st ultrasound where we found out I was 6 weeks 5 days and saw the heartbeat. I was also excited because it seemed like the 1st Trimester nausea and vomiting had finally eased up. Little did I know, that wasn't completely normal.
Instead of seeing our Little Owl with a beating heart and moving around in response to the ultrasound probe moving on my belly. We saw Little Owl just curled up there, not moving, no heartbeat. You could tell there was something amiss, and the ultrasound tech and her doctor supervisor quickly hurried out of the room, while asking me if I could go pee. Trying to think the best, I thought maybe my bladder being full was the reason the baby wasn't moving or maybe we weren't getting a good picture. I came back from the bathroom, and it was several more minutes before the ultrasound tech and supervisor came back in. They lubed my belly up again and tried a second time. Still no heartbeat. Still no movement. And the baby was measuring small for its supposed gestational age. The baby had died almost 2 weeks ago.
I went into hysterics. I was bawling. I vomited several times into the exam room trash can. Nothing my husband or my mother could do comforted me. It was the pain I have ever felt. In my entire life. It felt as though some monster had reached into my body, into my soul, and had grabbed it, crushing it with its claws and wrenching it into pieces until there was nothing left.
After I had calmed down some, they lead me to another exam room. My OB, usually a bouncing humorous man with a Jersey accent who has practiced obstetrics for 42 years, was solemn. The first thing he said to me was "Shit. Just shit. There is no good to come out of this. None." He held my hand as my husband sat on the examination table with me, trying to comfort me. He explained that something was wrong with the baby that had caused it to pass away and that we may never know. He told me there were three options (1) Watchful waiting for a natural miscarriage. (2) Misoprostol, a NSAID that would cause me to go into contractions and miscarry at home. (3) Dialation and Cutterage (D&C) to abort (miscarry) the baby by medical means. With the third option, he told me, at least we could do pathology and genetic testing on the baby to see if we could pinpoint what may have been wrong. He talked to me about grieving. How it was natural. How he would have thought I wasn't human had I not reacted the way I did. How he would know if I was grieving too much or for too long because he would be with me every step of the way. That it wasn't our faults. That he wanted me to make a list of every single stupid reason I came up with for why it could have happened and bring it for my next appointment so he could tell me I was absolutely wrong. And then he hugged me and held me for almost too long and told me that we would all get through it together and that I would try again and have a successful, healthy pregnancy.
But first, I had to go downstairs for pre-admission bloodwork and confirmation of declining hCG levels. There was a huge congregation of people waiting on bloodwork in the laboratory waiting room. With tears still streaming down my face, I filled out a form and waited to be seated. A woman walked into the room with her newborn baby cooing and crying. I lost it. I started sobbing and my husband tried to shield me. A saw the admission specialists whispering to a nurse. She walked over to the door and called my name. When I walked into the lab, she took my hand, led me over to her station and gave me a big hug. "I'm so incredibly sorry. Please, can I get you anything? A cup of water? A cold compress?" All I could do is nod and she almost had to physically place me in the chair because I was so numb to my surrounds. But all I could think was.. "I just lost my baby, and this complete stranger cares. She just literally helped me wipe my tears away. She actually cares that I just lost my baby" You don't think about healthcare professionals actually CARE for you and your emotions. That they have done things so many times that they are numb robots that automatically have a set reaction to every situation. From this experience, I can tell you that is absolutely false.
I went home. I went into my office to write an email to people at work letting them know everything was okay but it would be a few days before I could return to work. In my office chair, I found our Little Owl. Not our baby, but the stuffed Little Owl my husband had bought for our baby. I had put it there before we left for the ultrasound to get it out of the way for my mom, who was sleeping in our guest room/office. I held it and couldn't let it go for the first day, and my husband and I crawled into bed together. We held each other and the stuffed version of our Little Owl. We asked why. We prayed. We hoped for the future. I cried. He solemnly comforted me, always being the rock he always is, and that at that time, I didn't know if I wanted him to be. We slept for hours. We woke up, cried some more, talked some more, sometimes napped some more. My mother made us something to eat, and I choked it down because I wasn't hungry, but I knew I needed strength and had to go on.
After I could handle being out of bed. I frantically researched. Google. Babycenter. American Pregnancy. PubMed. I researched missed miscarriages and their causes. I researched my medical options for miscarrying. I found out that the 1st option was entirely unlikely to happen on its own at this late stage, and that what would likely happen is that I would start hemorrhaging and have to have an emergency D&C anyway. With the 2nd option, I read the horror stories of women who also hemorrhaged, had excruciating contractions, and then had to face their failed pregnancy in the face. By staring at their dead baby, at this point the size of a peach, in the toilet, sac and all. Ultimately, a lot of these women still had to undergo an emergency D&C because all the "products of conception" were not removed and the left over tissue caused an intrauterine infection, which can lead to scarring and sterility.
I knew my choice was clear. Although it is not the "natural" choice, I chose a D&C because (1) I am a scientist. I know the risks. I know there is a reason these procedures were originally developed. It was not to abort babies of mothers that wanted a choice in their reproduction. It was to SAVE the lives of mothers who didn't have a choice in whether their baby lived or died. (2) I wanted to know, if at all possible, what had caused our Little Owl's demise. (3) The sooner we put Little Owl to rest, the sooner I could heal, both physically and emotionally. Carrying around my dead son or daughter around with me 24/7 was getting to be more than I could bear.
My OB, understanding the stages of grief and the realism that I probably had not come to terms with accepting that Little Owl had died, scheduled a second ultrasound to confirm death of the fetus on another ultrasound machine, several days later. Through the denial, I came up with all kinds of reasons. The ultrasound machine was broken. The ultrasound tech had accidentally pulled up someone else's still frame. The ultrasound was too quick to be able to get the probe in the right angle. The baby was asleep. The baby is just small for its gestational age. On and on and on....On December 6th, I went in to the ultrasound and got a good hard look at the reality. The baby was even smaller, right along with how many days had passed because they shrink at the same rate they grow. The ultrasound tech was a resident that was under my OB. She took as much time as I needed. She explained all the markers. She moved the probe in different angles so I could be sure it was MY baby I was seeing inside MY body. She asked me what I wanted to do. I told her I wanted a D&C. She told me that was pretty much the only option I had being this far along and that I made the right decision. That they tell people they have those other 2 options when really, they don't, and they're putting themselves and their future reproductive and possibly mental health at risk.
I was scheduled for a D&C the next morning. My mother, my husband and I went straight up to the maternity ward. They put me in a beautiful, large room. It was almost completely quiet. No babies crying. No dinging of the celebratory birth chime. Just nurses coming in and out prepping me for my surgery, and a visit from a dear friend who has been there for me during both the ups and downs of the pregnancy. Talking about theirs and others experiences with miscarriage. Their later triumphs. Assuring me that all would be well, during the surgery and after. The nurses started my IV and put me on a high dose of antibiotic. It was fresh out of the fridge and so cold it made my arm hurt. My nurse, Tamara, rubbed my arm to warm it up, covered it in hot blankets, and diluted my antibiotic with saline so my arm wouldn't hurt so bad. We even laughed about bubbles in the IV and how much it takes for an embolism and every time I saw a big one, she would try to flick it into smaller bubbles so I wouldn't worry so much. She was by my side through the whole thing, and assured me she would be with me during the whole surgery and my recovery.
They wheeled me back to the OR and had me switch onto the operating table. The anesthesiologist came in to start me on my "twilight" anesthesia. I would be awake for the surgery and responsive in case they needed me to push, but I shouldn't remember anything. For the most part, I didn't, except little snips of the OR, the OB surgeon, and the rest of the OR staff, including Tamara, standing there, watching, waiting, assisting, making sure I was okay, occasionally holding my hand. But I remember them telling me the surgery was over, they told me my baby had been delivered. They asked if I wanted cytogenetics. My speech was so slurred they couldn't understand me and had to ask me again after I had recovered, but luckily they also didn't hear me ask "Is my Little Owl a boy or a girl?" Although the cytogenetics did tell us what happened to the baby, I still don't know the answer to that question because I haven't asked it again.
I recovered extremely quickly. The anesthesia wore off ask I was being wheeled back into my room. My mom and husband were waiting there. After I woke up, they took out my catheter and let me go to the bathroom. My nurse commented that she had never seen someone get up so quickly and be steady on their feet. She covered me up with hot blankets and got me some hot tea and asked if I would like something to eat. After I ate, she told me I could stay as long as I liked and go home when I was ready. I was ready. I wanted to leave it all behind.
We stopped by the pharmacy and picked up my medications, a heavy-duty 600mg ibuprofen and methylergonovine, a medication that would help my uterus shrink back down and help me deliver any remaining tissue from the surgery. The recovery went pretty well, I slept most of the next two days, partially out of depression, mostly from the ibuprofen making me drowsy. My mom was extremely helpful with cleaning up my house and making sure I ate. After a few days, I thought I was okay to return to work. I wasn't. Physically, it was painful for me to sit or stand for too long. Emotionally, I couldn't handle knowing that everyone wanted to know what happened, and I couldn't even begin to tell them in any amount of detail. Although I am usually very open with people about all the joys and trials in my life, I couldn't stomach being open just yet. I just wanted to be in my shell. By myself. Maybe occasionally accompanied by my husband. Just us. Just me. With my Little Owl stuffed animal I had bought for our baby. Our baby who had lived inside of me, but who would never live in the outside world.
I went for a check-up with my OB about 10 days later. He did some more grief counseling. He checked to make sure everything was back to "normal", and he told me we could start trying again after my first anovulatory cycle because I am a late ovulator (otherwise it would have been two cycles). Just when I thought I had healed, I returned to work, although briefly, and I began to hope for future pregnancies. That's when I got the phone call. The cytogenetics had come back.
Receiving the results opened new wounds. Knowing there was nothing I could have done gave me a strange peace. The OB surgeon recommended waiting three months to conceive again. This would give us time to be seen by a genetic counselor in the High Risk Obstetrics unit. To my husband and I, it didn't make sense to wait. Knowing how ovulation works from a scientific standpoint, I knew waiting did not decrease our chances of another miscarriage. In fact, the next dominant egg was likely going to be defect-free. Our OB who had practiced for 42 years knew there was not a single significant medical reason for waiting more than one normal cycle. In fact, waiting too long can increase the chances of another miscarriage. So, we are trying again. Because right now, it feels like it is the only way we see fit to heal.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
The Not-So-Crunchy First Trimester?
I am very incredibly sorry for the lack of posts in the last couple of months. I have been trying to catch up on work since I took the summer off for an internship. Plus, I haven't been feeling the best during the 1st trimester of this pregnancy. It takes a lot to look at a computer screen for more than few minutes, and most of my updates to friends and family have been quick responses or postings through Facebook.
So what has happened in the last couple months? Well, in addition to slowly expanding in girth, I have had a lot of great baby news. On October 18th, I had my first early ultrasound because I was measuring small during my first prenatal exam, and my dates weren't exactly adding up. It didn't help that I had been having 35 day cycles after I went off birth control. So, they wanted to use an ultrasound to get a better date on my pregnancy. Needless to say, it was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. Not only did I get to see our "Little Owl" for the first time (although Crunchy Husband said it looked more like a squirrel or a raccoon), I got to hear the heartbeat! Sadly, Crunchy Husband could only enjoy the pictures because he had to work the afternoon of the ultrasound, and ditzy me forgot to take video of the whole experience. So verdict on due date is now June 8th, 2013, and as of this Saturday, I will be about 10 weeks along. We got December 3rd for our nuchal fold translucency ultrasound, and luckily, Crunchy Husband will be able to be there.
So as far as pregnancy symptoms, this is what I have had, and I'll try to put them in the order of occurrence. Be forewarned... this is a honest look at what you could expect if you're expecting, and I held nothing back for the sake of education. There is a lot of stuff no one tells you until you're actually pregnant, or you experience it and end up asking your doctor because you think you're weird.
(1) Lack of period (of course!). This was my first clue something was up. Although I had been having pretty long cycles for the 6 months we had been TTC, they had never gone longer than 35 days, so when I all of a sudden realized that I was 40 days and hadn't started my period, let alone started spotting, I immediately took a test. Imagine my surprise after months of TTC with negative tests, when that little sucker said "Pregnant"! I was so excited, I couldn't contain myself and immediately called my mom (Sorry CH, you weren't the first one to find out!) About an hour later, my husband came home, and while he babbled on about his day at work, I ran into the bathroom, grabbed the positive test, and handed it to him. I have never seen a smile that big. Needless to say, he forgot about his horrible day at work.
The next day, I went to the doctor, and to my surprise again, my urine test came back NEGATIVE. I was extremely confused, but the PA ordered a blood test, and the next day it came back as positive, with an hCG level of 30 mIU/mL, which explained why my at-home pregnancy test that was accurate from anywhere from 2.5-50 mIU/mL was positive, while the doctor's, which usually is accurate at about 50 mIU/mL, was negative. She had me come back the next Monday to get another blood test, to show that I didn't already have an early miscarriage and my levels were rising. Sure enough, they did, and my levels were about 240 mIU/mL after about 3 days. Definitely pregnant!
(2) Cravings. Very early on in my pregnancy, I got a craving for foods that I sometimes crave before my period, and some other foods that were a little weird. First on the list: pickles. But not just any pickles... fried pickles with ranch dressing. Pickles are one food I usually crave every month, but I am not a fried food person AT ALL. In fact, fried and fatty foods usually make me sick because I am missing half of my colon from appendicitis gone wrong a few years ago. However, I craved fried pickles like there was no tomorrow. Second food: Chicken. If you've read this blog, you know I prefer to eat a largely vegetarian diet. But, when I'm not eating vegetarian, chicken is usually the last meat I want to eat. I highly prefer beef or pork over chicken. It's a texture and taste thing. However, I could NOT get enough chicken. Especially chicken wings... or fried chicken... or chicken nuggets. Again, fatty foods that I don't usually eat. Third food: Thai and/or spicy food. The first few weeks after I found out I was pregnant, my husband had to take me to the local Thai restaurant at least twice. I kept craving anything spicy, and I even made spicy stir fry loaded with chili garlic paste and Sriracha at least once a day for the first few weeks. I also had an obsession with bok choy. My favorite thing to do with it was saute it with some carrots, ginger, snap peas, napa cabbage, and chili paste and then stir fry in some egg. That brings me to the fourth food: Eggs. I usually am not a big egg eater. Once a week or every couple of weeks, CH and I would do breakfast for dinner and I usually would make scrambled eggs or eggs over easy, but I never really liked them. I ate them because they were good for me. During the first couple of weeks, it was nothing for me to make 2 eggs to eat almost every day. Just goes to show, sometimes your body craves what it really needs. Most of my cravings were healthy, aside from the fatty and salty stuff, but when your vasculature is branching out more than Pittsburgh has bridges and your baby needs fat to build brain, you need the extra salt and HEALTHY fats.
(3) Food Aversions/Extreme Nausea. Although there wasn't a whole lot I wouldn't eat during the first couple of weeks, at 6 weeks pretty much on the dot, I started getting morning sickness, or as I like to call it "All day misery". At first, it started out as a heartburn type of nausea. Like that feeling you get when you've eaten too much or you've eaten something greasy and it wants to come back up. Then, it progressed into full-blown 24/7 gag reflex, with vomiting at least twice a day, and the slightest smell, touch, image on TV, or body odor would make me want to head for the toilet. Especially when I brushed my teeth. I have always had a slight gag reflex when I brush the back of my tongue. At and after 6 weeks, even putting a toothbrush anywhere NEAR my mouth made me blow. Kind of defeats the purpose of brushing your teeth. Luckily for me, after a couple of false attempts at brushing, I got it out of my system and could brush my teeth (and tongue!) with no problem. After that, it progressed to a near-vomiting nausea that persisted all day, and I always felt like it was right in my throat, ready to come out at any moment.
Feeling nauseated all the time put a damper on eating healthily while pregnant. I couldn't even look at my veggie drawer without wanting to hurl, and the thought of anything green turned me green (and not in a earth-friendly type of way). This is why I call the 1st trimester "Not-so-crunchy". Even plain water made me throw up. I resorted to a diet of saltines, Gatorade, Campbell's chicken noodle, English muffins/Bagels, applesauce, and surprisingly, dairy products. I am lactose intolerant. I have been since I was very little, but for some reason, when I got pregnant, I can now eat any kind of dairy I please without getting sick. Before, I could usually tolerate cheese and Greek yogurt without getting sick (probably because of the protein), but now, I can drink as much milk as I like, and I have even started to love ice cream (which I hated before, probably due to it's ill side effects!). A professor friend at work told me this is because my body is gearing up to produce milk so it produces things to get used to being exposed to lactose. Not sure if this is true, but I'll take it! I have always loved the taste of milk, but could never drink more than a few ounces and hated the taste of lactase tablets or lactose-free products.
As a result, I have not gained any weight in the first trimester, and have probably actually lost some.
The nausea is starting to wane, however, and I have been able to eat salads (yay!) for the last couple of days. Until this morning, I hadn't thrown up once in two entire days. Let's hope it keeps on the upward slope.
(4) Heightened sense of smell (and taste). Before I even found out I was pregnant, I had noticed that it seemed as though I could smell things I wouldn't normally smell. Like our neighbor's trash or dirty dishes... which resided inside their apartment. Then, I started noticing that I could smell people. From a long distance away. Like... down the hall and around the corner far away. In particular, I could smell CH's nasty breath from across the room (I love you!). In his defense, it's not his fault. He has some pretty bad gingivitis from years in the Army without proper brushing and flossing. Even if he brushed his teeth, he couldn't even kiss me on the face. I would have to turn my head and have him kiss me on the top or back of my head. I couldn't even face him while sleeping in the same bed because he tends to open-mouth breathe on me in the middle of the night. That was the number one thing that made my stomach turn on a regular basis. I also could smell almost everyone's BO, even if they were wearing deodorant and typically had good hygiene. The people that didn't have good hygiene, I avoided like the plague. Our litter pan is pretty large to accommodate two cats, so we usually scoop it twice a week. It had to be scooped at least 3 or 4 times a week to keep me from wanting to barf as soon as we got into smelling distance in the hall of our apartment complex. Luckily, it is in an end of the house where I don't spend a lot of time, and CH was kind enough to start scooping it as soon as we were TTC, so I'm not at risk for the various cat poo diseases that lurk in the litter. The kitchen trash was another thing that set me off as soon as I got near our front door. Especially with all the chicken I had been eating (chicken trash is the worst!), the trash had to taken out about the same pace as the litter, even if the bag wasn't anywhere near full, just to avoid a disaster as soon as I came home from work.
(5) Sore boobs, especially nipples. Ah yes, the things people never tell you until you get pregnant. Somewhere around the first month or so after you conceive, your boobs start gearing up to be milk factories. Your breasts actually won't fully develop until you become pregnant, which is part of the reason why some women end up with breast cancer shortly after they conceive. Along with this new development comes the agony of the pain in the nipples and breasts from all that extra blood flow and hormones. How sore were they? Let's put it this way... I tossed aside the idea of saggy boobs by going bra-less at night because every time anything even remotely touched my boob like a pillow or a sheet, I would wake up in pain. When the OB palpitated by boobs during the first prenatal visit, it was all I could do to not punch him in his stupid face. "Ah yes, love, unreasonable torture", he said. I'll show you unreasonable torture you sick b******. Which brings me to....
(6) Mood swings! Ah yes. When I first had the inkling I could be expecting, it was after a rather rousing verbal disagreement with CH. I don't know what caused it. I can't even remember what it was about. All I know, is that I had figured out exactly how to kill him, and how no one would ever find his body. Although for the most part, I have been more laid back than my PMS-filled days before being prego, I still get a wire-y streak in me, and the smallest thing can set me off. A lady once cut me off in traffic at around 5 weeks pregnant. Trying to keep cool, I ignored her. Until she stuck her arm with her middle finger attached out her driver's side window. You have not seen road rage until you've seen a pregnant lady respond to that kind of idiocy. There was lot of horn blowing, returned middle fingers, obscenities screamed. And then I drove home, took a nap, and I felt much better.
Let me tell you, you do NOT want to piss off a pregnant woman, especially if it's in early pregnancy. My coworkers have probably learned this. I have gotten pretty upset about some pretty stupid things. Some of which, I'm sorry for. Some of which, I wish people would learn to function in a space they share with others. CH hadn't learned... until the other night. Please remember, my husband is a good man, and I love him dearly. What happened next NEVER happens, and I think it was a combination of his crappy days at work, combined with baby stress on both parts. CH occasionally likes to get a wire-y streak because it makes him feel manly, especially when his job gives him grief. Sometimes, he likes to come home and get cranky with me. Understandable. I am okay with that. I get cranky, too. I am not okay with him causing a scene at a movie theater because he thinks I came out the wrong exit of a bathroom. Let me explain. Our movie theater bathroom is a long bathroom that has two entrances. One by the main entrance, another on the end by some of the theaters. Usually, at the end of a movie, I go in the end by the theaters and come out by the main entrance. Makes sense because you don't have to backtrack, right? After checking outside to make sure he hadn't gone to grab the truck, I gave him a call. Well, CH didn't think my idea was so great, and he let me know how PO'ed he was to have been waiting with my purse by the theater side entrance when I finally called him and asked him where he was and told him I was standing at the main entrance. After him blowing up and then proceeding to yell at me in the parking lot after I asked him why he thought I should have gone out the other entrance even though the one I came out was closer to our final destination, he got irate CH is a crazy driver when he's mad, so I got out of the car and decided to wait until he calmed down because I was not going to ride in a car with him when he was that upset, especially while carrying our unborn child. Well that made him madder, and he proceeded to squeal tires out of the parking space, nearly hitting some movie-goers on the way to their vehicle, and burnt rubber all through the parking lot. So, I started to walk home. He came back. I tried to dodge him in the parking lot. Then, he decided I was right to not want to ride with him and he handed me the keys, but he still wanted to be mouthy. My calmness faded rather quickly. I became a person and had a deep, scary voice I didn't know I contained. Things got so ugly, I was pretty sure I was going to miscarry from getting so upset. I was also pretty sure that I was going to leave him or kill him, whichever was going to be most convenient at the time. That, ladies and gentlemen, is the ugly side of hormones. One that I hope to never see again, from either one of us! P.S. CH has been very sweet since that episode, and I think he realized he was completely out of line, and I realize that my reaction did not help things. People are human. We get over it and move on.
(7) Sleepy time, all the time. If I could put enough equity in sleep to get me through the first year of postpartum, I would have a an excess banked. But sadly, for the past couple months, I cannot get enough naps in one day. I sleep at least 8 hours a night. I have been known to sleep through my alarm clock to go to work in the morning. After arriving at work late, I work until I'm about to fall asleep at my desk. A couple of times, I have. Then, I had a bad habit of taking the afternoon off, coming home, sleeping some more. Then I would wake up, do some things around the house, eat, and go back to bed. Sometimes I wake up when CH is getting off the late shift at work. I have stayed up a couple of hours with him, and then I go back to bed. Wash, Rinse, Repeat. You would think with all this rest I'm getting, I would feel great. Not true in the least bit.
(8) Number 1 and Number 2. Frequent urination. I have to pee. A lot. At least 20 times a day, at least 5 times after I lay down to go to sleep. The baby is not even big enough to push on my bladder. I can't wait... Also, your BM situation gets kind of wonky. This is a result of all the extra hormones, plus that prenatal vitamin with iron you should be taking every day, if you can keep it down.
(9) Back/leg/neck/all over pain. I noticed that I have started to walk differently now that I'm pregnant. I thought I was crazy, until I read that your body produces the hormone relaxin in response to your growing baby. Essentially, it helps muscles move essential parts out of the way to make room for baby, plus, it prepares your ligaments, muscles, and womb for later exit of said baby. It also makes you clumsy and have poor posture, which can lead to a whole slew of ailments. I will thank God for relaxin when a 7-11 lb baby is coming out of my vagina. Right now, not so much. In addition to all the extra movement of internal things to make preparation for growing baby, your nerves and muscles take a beating. I have found that sometimes I get what is called "round ligament" pain, which is basically a cramp of the uterus, but it's not like a normal premenstrual cramp. It's kind of spasm-y, but not so much painful. I usually get it when I sneeze or have been sitting for too long in an office chair. I also tend to get a numbness and prickling in a nerve in my leg. I'm not sure it's sciatica, but it's similar from descriptions I've read. I used to get the same type of pain in my right leg all the time if I had been sitting for long periods. Now, I get it in both legs, and it's a little more wide-spread than in one small point on my outer thigh.
(10) Popping joints. Blame this on relaxin, too. I already have bad joints, probably due to a mix of lack of flexibility and juvenile arthritis, but my leg, knee, and hip joints have been popping more than usual. My neck and back have also been doing it more often. It's not painful, just loud, and it scares people because they think you are literally breaking apart. A lot of days, I try to walk to and from work. Walking helps work out the pops and build up the muscles to keep them from happening in the first place.
(11) Dry nipples? Starting this week, I have noticed that not only have my nipples grown in size and have become darker with increased melanin produced by my melanocytes (aka pigmented skin cells), my nipples are flaky and dry. Especially after a warm shower. So OB recommended I slather them with lanolin every once in a while to keep them from cracking, which will make it more difficult to breast-feed. So far, this has helped with the dryness, although it's not pleasant for my bras. I am definitely going to have to invest in some breast pads. OB also warned me that I may start leaking colostrum, the "liquid gold" pre-milk loaded with antibodies and sugar that is perfect for baby's first days outside the womb, soon (GAH! Great!), so if I do, not to worry, that it's normal, and it can start at anywhere from 12-40 weeks. Still amazed at the things people don't tell you until you're pregnant.
(12) Low blood pressure. I already have low blood pressure. It runs in my dad's side of the family. That's why they lived so long. Lately, I've been feeling dizzy/light-headed, and OB told me I should keep drinking Gatorade for the electrolytes because not only does it hydrate and keep my blood volume up, the glucose keeps my blood sugar up, and the salts help keep my blood pressure up. However, once the third trimester rolls along, I might find that I actually switch to having high blood pressure, so to not go overboard on salty foods so I don't end up with preeclampsia.
(13) Discharge (ewww *shudder*). This is one that's pretty much self explanatory. You start making a mucus plug to keep your cervix sealed, and the whole environment down there changes to help keep your baby in there and safe. It's not pleasant, but it's doing it's job.
(14) Sex drive! (and lack thereof) Although I'm not in the mood as often as I used to be before conceiving-- mostly due to the nausea...when I AM in the mood, it's definitely amp-ed up. Let's just say, all the extra blood flow down there isn't necessarily a bad thing.
On that note, I think I've about covered it unless there's something I forgot. If I did, it was because I probably tried to repress the memory.
So, next time, I will let you know how I battled the nausea. I promise, it was all-natural and Crunch-worthy. I'll tell you what worked for me, what didn't, and how I dealt with it. Until then, keep it green!
So what has happened in the last couple months? Well, in addition to slowly expanding in girth, I have had a lot of great baby news. On October 18th, I had my first early ultrasound because I was measuring small during my first prenatal exam, and my dates weren't exactly adding up. It didn't help that I had been having 35 day cycles after I went off birth control. So, they wanted to use an ultrasound to get a better date on my pregnancy. Needless to say, it was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. Not only did I get to see our "Little Owl" for the first time (although Crunchy Husband said it looked more like a squirrel or a raccoon), I got to hear the heartbeat! Sadly, Crunchy Husband could only enjoy the pictures because he had to work the afternoon of the ultrasound, and ditzy me forgot to take video of the whole experience. So verdict on due date is now June 8th, 2013, and as of this Saturday, I will be about 10 weeks along. We got December 3rd for our nuchal fold translucency ultrasound, and luckily, Crunchy Husband will be able to be there.
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"Little Owl", measuring at 6 weeks, 5 days on 10/18/12 |
So as far as pregnancy symptoms, this is what I have had, and I'll try to put them in the order of occurrence. Be forewarned... this is a honest look at what you could expect if you're expecting, and I held nothing back for the sake of education. There is a lot of stuff no one tells you until you're actually pregnant, or you experience it and end up asking your doctor because you think you're weird.
(1) Lack of period (of course!). This was my first clue something was up. Although I had been having pretty long cycles for the 6 months we had been TTC, they had never gone longer than 35 days, so when I all of a sudden realized that I was 40 days and hadn't started my period, let alone started spotting, I immediately took a test. Imagine my surprise after months of TTC with negative tests, when that little sucker said "Pregnant"! I was so excited, I couldn't contain myself and immediately called my mom (Sorry CH, you weren't the first one to find out!) About an hour later, my husband came home, and while he babbled on about his day at work, I ran into the bathroom, grabbed the positive test, and handed it to him. I have never seen a smile that big. Needless to say, he forgot about his horrible day at work.
The next day, I went to the doctor, and to my surprise again, my urine test came back NEGATIVE. I was extremely confused, but the PA ordered a blood test, and the next day it came back as positive, with an hCG level of 30 mIU/mL, which explained why my at-home pregnancy test that was accurate from anywhere from 2.5-50 mIU/mL was positive, while the doctor's, which usually is accurate at about 50 mIU/mL, was negative. She had me come back the next Monday to get another blood test, to show that I didn't already have an early miscarriage and my levels were rising. Sure enough, they did, and my levels were about 240 mIU/mL after about 3 days. Definitely pregnant!
(2) Cravings. Very early on in my pregnancy, I got a craving for foods that I sometimes crave before my period, and some other foods that were a little weird. First on the list: pickles. But not just any pickles... fried pickles with ranch dressing. Pickles are one food I usually crave every month, but I am not a fried food person AT ALL. In fact, fried and fatty foods usually make me sick because I am missing half of my colon from appendicitis gone wrong a few years ago. However, I craved fried pickles like there was no tomorrow. Second food: Chicken. If you've read this blog, you know I prefer to eat a largely vegetarian diet. But, when I'm not eating vegetarian, chicken is usually the last meat I want to eat. I highly prefer beef or pork over chicken. It's a texture and taste thing. However, I could NOT get enough chicken. Especially chicken wings... or fried chicken... or chicken nuggets. Again, fatty foods that I don't usually eat. Third food: Thai and/or spicy food. The first few weeks after I found out I was pregnant, my husband had to take me to the local Thai restaurant at least twice. I kept craving anything spicy, and I even made spicy stir fry loaded with chili garlic paste and Sriracha at least once a day for the first few weeks. I also had an obsession with bok choy. My favorite thing to do with it was saute it with some carrots, ginger, snap peas, napa cabbage, and chili paste and then stir fry in some egg. That brings me to the fourth food: Eggs. I usually am not a big egg eater. Once a week or every couple of weeks, CH and I would do breakfast for dinner and I usually would make scrambled eggs or eggs over easy, but I never really liked them. I ate them because they were good for me. During the first couple of weeks, it was nothing for me to make 2 eggs to eat almost every day. Just goes to show, sometimes your body craves what it really needs. Most of my cravings were healthy, aside from the fatty and salty stuff, but when your vasculature is branching out more than Pittsburgh has bridges and your baby needs fat to build brain, you need the extra salt and HEALTHY fats.
(3) Food Aversions/Extreme Nausea. Although there wasn't a whole lot I wouldn't eat during the first couple of weeks, at 6 weeks pretty much on the dot, I started getting morning sickness, or as I like to call it "All day misery". At first, it started out as a heartburn type of nausea. Like that feeling you get when you've eaten too much or you've eaten something greasy and it wants to come back up. Then, it progressed into full-blown 24/7 gag reflex, with vomiting at least twice a day, and the slightest smell, touch, image on TV, or body odor would make me want to head for the toilet. Especially when I brushed my teeth. I have always had a slight gag reflex when I brush the back of my tongue. At and after 6 weeks, even putting a toothbrush anywhere NEAR my mouth made me blow. Kind of defeats the purpose of brushing your teeth. Luckily for me, after a couple of false attempts at brushing, I got it out of my system and could brush my teeth (and tongue!) with no problem. After that, it progressed to a near-vomiting nausea that persisted all day, and I always felt like it was right in my throat, ready to come out at any moment.
Feeling nauseated all the time put a damper on eating healthily while pregnant. I couldn't even look at my veggie drawer without wanting to hurl, and the thought of anything green turned me green (and not in a earth-friendly type of way). This is why I call the 1st trimester "Not-so-crunchy". Even plain water made me throw up. I resorted to a diet of saltines, Gatorade, Campbell's chicken noodle, English muffins/Bagels, applesauce, and surprisingly, dairy products. I am lactose intolerant. I have been since I was very little, but for some reason, when I got pregnant, I can now eat any kind of dairy I please without getting sick. Before, I could usually tolerate cheese and Greek yogurt without getting sick (probably because of the protein), but now, I can drink as much milk as I like, and I have even started to love ice cream (which I hated before, probably due to it's ill side effects!). A professor friend at work told me this is because my body is gearing up to produce milk so it produces things to get used to being exposed to lactose. Not sure if this is true, but I'll take it! I have always loved the taste of milk, but could never drink more than a few ounces and hated the taste of lactase tablets or lactose-free products.
As a result, I have not gained any weight in the first trimester, and have probably actually lost some.
The nausea is starting to wane, however, and I have been able to eat salads (yay!) for the last couple of days. Until this morning, I hadn't thrown up once in two entire days. Let's hope it keeps on the upward slope.
(4) Heightened sense of smell (and taste). Before I even found out I was pregnant, I had noticed that it seemed as though I could smell things I wouldn't normally smell. Like our neighbor's trash or dirty dishes... which resided inside their apartment. Then, I started noticing that I could smell people. From a long distance away. Like... down the hall and around the corner far away. In particular, I could smell CH's nasty breath from across the room (I love you!). In his defense, it's not his fault. He has some pretty bad gingivitis from years in the Army without proper brushing and flossing. Even if he brushed his teeth, he couldn't even kiss me on the face. I would have to turn my head and have him kiss me on the top or back of my head. I couldn't even face him while sleeping in the same bed because he tends to open-mouth breathe on me in the middle of the night. That was the number one thing that made my stomach turn on a regular basis. I also could smell almost everyone's BO, even if they were wearing deodorant and typically had good hygiene. The people that didn't have good hygiene, I avoided like the plague. Our litter pan is pretty large to accommodate two cats, so we usually scoop it twice a week. It had to be scooped at least 3 or 4 times a week to keep me from wanting to barf as soon as we got into smelling distance in the hall of our apartment complex. Luckily, it is in an end of the house where I don't spend a lot of time, and CH was kind enough to start scooping it as soon as we were TTC, so I'm not at risk for the various cat poo diseases that lurk in the litter. The kitchen trash was another thing that set me off as soon as I got near our front door. Especially with all the chicken I had been eating (chicken trash is the worst!), the trash had to taken out about the same pace as the litter, even if the bag wasn't anywhere near full, just to avoid a disaster as soon as I came home from work.
(5) Sore boobs, especially nipples. Ah yes, the things people never tell you until you get pregnant. Somewhere around the first month or so after you conceive, your boobs start gearing up to be milk factories. Your breasts actually won't fully develop until you become pregnant, which is part of the reason why some women end up with breast cancer shortly after they conceive. Along with this new development comes the agony of the pain in the nipples and breasts from all that extra blood flow and hormones. How sore were they? Let's put it this way... I tossed aside the idea of saggy boobs by going bra-less at night because every time anything even remotely touched my boob like a pillow or a sheet, I would wake up in pain. When the OB palpitated by boobs during the first prenatal visit, it was all I could do to not punch him in his stupid face. "Ah yes, love, unreasonable torture", he said. I'll show you unreasonable torture you sick b******. Which brings me to....
(6) Mood swings! Ah yes. When I first had the inkling I could be expecting, it was after a rather rousing verbal disagreement with CH. I don't know what caused it. I can't even remember what it was about. All I know, is that I had figured out exactly how to kill him, and how no one would ever find his body. Although for the most part, I have been more laid back than my PMS-filled days before being prego, I still get a wire-y streak in me, and the smallest thing can set me off. A lady once cut me off in traffic at around 5 weeks pregnant. Trying to keep cool, I ignored her. Until she stuck her arm with her middle finger attached out her driver's side window. You have not seen road rage until you've seen a pregnant lady respond to that kind of idiocy. There was lot of horn blowing, returned middle fingers, obscenities screamed. And then I drove home, took a nap, and I felt much better.
Let me tell you, you do NOT want to piss off a pregnant woman, especially if it's in early pregnancy. My coworkers have probably learned this. I have gotten pretty upset about some pretty stupid things. Some of which, I'm sorry for. Some of which, I wish people would learn to function in a space they share with others. CH hadn't learned... until the other night. Please remember, my husband is a good man, and I love him dearly. What happened next NEVER happens, and I think it was a combination of his crappy days at work, combined with baby stress on both parts. CH occasionally likes to get a wire-y streak because it makes him feel manly, especially when his job gives him grief. Sometimes, he likes to come home and get cranky with me. Understandable. I am okay with that. I get cranky, too. I am not okay with him causing a scene at a movie theater because he thinks I came out the wrong exit of a bathroom. Let me explain. Our movie theater bathroom is a long bathroom that has two entrances. One by the main entrance, another on the end by some of the theaters. Usually, at the end of a movie, I go in the end by the theaters and come out by the main entrance. Makes sense because you don't have to backtrack, right? After checking outside to make sure he hadn't gone to grab the truck, I gave him a call. Well, CH didn't think my idea was so great, and he let me know how PO'ed he was to have been waiting with my purse by the theater side entrance when I finally called him and asked him where he was and told him I was standing at the main entrance. After him blowing up and then proceeding to yell at me in the parking lot after I asked him why he thought I should have gone out the other entrance even though the one I came out was closer to our final destination, he got irate CH is a crazy driver when he's mad, so I got out of the car and decided to wait until he calmed down because I was not going to ride in a car with him when he was that upset, especially while carrying our unborn child. Well that made him madder, and he proceeded to squeal tires out of the parking space, nearly hitting some movie-goers on the way to their vehicle, and burnt rubber all through the parking lot. So, I started to walk home. He came back. I tried to dodge him in the parking lot. Then, he decided I was right to not want to ride with him and he handed me the keys, but he still wanted to be mouthy. My calmness faded rather quickly. I became a person and had a deep, scary voice I didn't know I contained. Things got so ugly, I was pretty sure I was going to miscarry from getting so upset. I was also pretty sure that I was going to leave him or kill him, whichever was going to be most convenient at the time. That, ladies and gentlemen, is the ugly side of hormones. One that I hope to never see again, from either one of us! P.S. CH has been very sweet since that episode, and I think he realized he was completely out of line, and I realize that my reaction did not help things. People are human. We get over it and move on.
(7) Sleepy time, all the time. If I could put enough equity in sleep to get me through the first year of postpartum, I would have a an excess banked. But sadly, for the past couple months, I cannot get enough naps in one day. I sleep at least 8 hours a night. I have been known to sleep through my alarm clock to go to work in the morning. After arriving at work late, I work until I'm about to fall asleep at my desk. A couple of times, I have. Then, I had a bad habit of taking the afternoon off, coming home, sleeping some more. Then I would wake up, do some things around the house, eat, and go back to bed. Sometimes I wake up when CH is getting off the late shift at work. I have stayed up a couple of hours with him, and then I go back to bed. Wash, Rinse, Repeat. You would think with all this rest I'm getting, I would feel great. Not true in the least bit.
(8) Number 1 and Number 2. Frequent urination. I have to pee. A lot. At least 20 times a day, at least 5 times after I lay down to go to sleep. The baby is not even big enough to push on my bladder. I can't wait... Also, your BM situation gets kind of wonky. This is a result of all the extra hormones, plus that prenatal vitamin with iron you should be taking every day, if you can keep it down.
(9) Back/leg/neck/all over pain. I noticed that I have started to walk differently now that I'm pregnant. I thought I was crazy, until I read that your body produces the hormone relaxin in response to your growing baby. Essentially, it helps muscles move essential parts out of the way to make room for baby, plus, it prepares your ligaments, muscles, and womb for later exit of said baby. It also makes you clumsy and have poor posture, which can lead to a whole slew of ailments. I will thank God for relaxin when a 7-11 lb baby is coming out of my vagina. Right now, not so much. In addition to all the extra movement of internal things to make preparation for growing baby, your nerves and muscles take a beating. I have found that sometimes I get what is called "round ligament" pain, which is basically a cramp of the uterus, but it's not like a normal premenstrual cramp. It's kind of spasm-y, but not so much painful. I usually get it when I sneeze or have been sitting for too long in an office chair. I also tend to get a numbness and prickling in a nerve in my leg. I'm not sure it's sciatica, but it's similar from descriptions I've read. I used to get the same type of pain in my right leg all the time if I had been sitting for long periods. Now, I get it in both legs, and it's a little more wide-spread than in one small point on my outer thigh.
(10) Popping joints. Blame this on relaxin, too. I already have bad joints, probably due to a mix of lack of flexibility and juvenile arthritis, but my leg, knee, and hip joints have been popping more than usual. My neck and back have also been doing it more often. It's not painful, just loud, and it scares people because they think you are literally breaking apart. A lot of days, I try to walk to and from work. Walking helps work out the pops and build up the muscles to keep them from happening in the first place.
(11) Dry nipples? Starting this week, I have noticed that not only have my nipples grown in size and have become darker with increased melanin produced by my melanocytes (aka pigmented skin cells), my nipples are flaky and dry. Especially after a warm shower. So OB recommended I slather them with lanolin every once in a while to keep them from cracking, which will make it more difficult to breast-feed. So far, this has helped with the dryness, although it's not pleasant for my bras. I am definitely going to have to invest in some breast pads. OB also warned me that I may start leaking colostrum, the "liquid gold" pre-milk loaded with antibodies and sugar that is perfect for baby's first days outside the womb, soon (GAH! Great!), so if I do, not to worry, that it's normal, and it can start at anywhere from 12-40 weeks. Still amazed at the things people don't tell you until you're pregnant.
(12) Low blood pressure. I already have low blood pressure. It runs in my dad's side of the family. That's why they lived so long. Lately, I've been feeling dizzy/light-headed, and OB told me I should keep drinking Gatorade for the electrolytes because not only does it hydrate and keep my blood volume up, the glucose keeps my blood sugar up, and the salts help keep my blood pressure up. However, once the third trimester rolls along, I might find that I actually switch to having high blood pressure, so to not go overboard on salty foods so I don't end up with preeclampsia.
(13) Discharge (ewww *shudder*). This is one that's pretty much self explanatory. You start making a mucus plug to keep your cervix sealed, and the whole environment down there changes to help keep your baby in there and safe. It's not pleasant, but it's doing it's job.
(14) Sex drive! (and lack thereof) Although I'm not in the mood as often as I used to be before conceiving-- mostly due to the nausea...when I AM in the mood, it's definitely amp-ed up. Let's just say, all the extra blood flow down there isn't necessarily a bad thing.
On that note, I think I've about covered it unless there's something I forgot. If I did, it was because I probably tried to repress the memory.
So, next time, I will let you know how I battled the nausea. I promise, it was all-natural and Crunch-worthy. I'll tell you what worked for me, what didn't, and how I dealt with it. Until then, keep it green!
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Been a long time coming
So sorry for the absence of posting these days. I have some exciting news that makes all the anticipation (or lack thereof) worth it. So here it goes.... We're pregnant!
So a certain Crunchy Wife (soon to be a Crunchy Mom) has been busy making her home and life a little more crunchy in preparation for baby. On the list of crunchiness: cloth diapers. Although Crunchy Husband is a little wary of this idea, I think between me and several people that he doesn't even know... we've convinced him to at least give it a shot. So after doing tons of research, I decided I really liked the functionality of the BumGenius 4.0 diapers. They are an all-in-one and one size diaper, so they should be fairly good at being useful during the entirety of the diaper years. Luckily for me, Cotton Babies had a seconds sale last week, and I was able to snag 6 of these diapers for $11 a piece! That's a crazy good deal, considering they're regularly about $18 each.
I didn't go cloth-crazy and buy the Cotton Babies checkout limit of 48 diapers because first of all, I wanted to see them in person. Secondly, not all cloth diapers work well for all babies (aka.. we won't know until he or she gets here how well these are going to fit him or her). Thirdly, I am also in the process of making my own cloth diapers. Ooooohhhh Aaaaaahhh
So far, it has been quite disastrous. My old Singer puts up a fight in response to the wicking material. Also, it's been a while since I've done much sewing, so my skills are... shall we say... lacking something to be desired. I did, however, find out that it is perfectly possible to stretch and sew fold over elastic with only two hands, and that although I can cut out the perfect curved edge from a pattern, it doesn't mean that the sewing machine will always sew in the direction I want it. I will post a quite comical picture of my first attempt of sewing a cloth diaper. Believe me. If this thing fits on a baby, it probably won't serve it's purpose very well. Although, if we have a girl, she will have a lovingly made diaper to put on her dollies.
So my curiosity reigns supreme.. has anyone else that reads this ever tried cloth diapering with no prior experience? How did it turn out? Even better, did you attempt making diapers or other baby items for you little ones? If so, share some pictures! I would love to see how it worked out for you!
So a certain Crunchy Wife (soon to be a Crunchy Mom) has been busy making her home and life a little more crunchy in preparation for baby. On the list of crunchiness: cloth diapers. Although Crunchy Husband is a little wary of this idea, I think between me and several people that he doesn't even know... we've convinced him to at least give it a shot. So after doing tons of research, I decided I really liked the functionality of the BumGenius 4.0 diapers. They are an all-in-one and one size diaper, so they should be fairly good at being useful during the entirety of the diaper years. Luckily for me, Cotton Babies had a seconds sale last week, and I was able to snag 6 of these diapers for $11 a piece! That's a crazy good deal, considering they're regularly about $18 each.
I didn't go cloth-crazy and buy the Cotton Babies checkout limit of 48 diapers because first of all, I wanted to see them in person. Secondly, not all cloth diapers work well for all babies (aka.. we won't know until he or she gets here how well these are going to fit him or her). Thirdly, I am also in the process of making my own cloth diapers. Ooooohhhh Aaaaaahhh
So far, it has been quite disastrous. My old Singer puts up a fight in response to the wicking material. Also, it's been a while since I've done much sewing, so my skills are... shall we say... lacking something to be desired. I did, however, find out that it is perfectly possible to stretch and sew fold over elastic with only two hands, and that although I can cut out the perfect curved edge from a pattern, it doesn't mean that the sewing machine will always sew in the direction I want it. I will post a quite comical picture of my first attempt of sewing a cloth diaper. Believe me. If this thing fits on a baby, it probably won't serve it's purpose very well. Although, if we have a girl, she will have a lovingly made diaper to put on her dollies.
So my curiosity reigns supreme.. has anyone else that reads this ever tried cloth diapering with no prior experience? How did it turn out? Even better, did you attempt making diapers or other baby items for you little ones? If so, share some pictures! I would love to see how it worked out for you!
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