Eleven weeks left. Oh. My. GOODNESS! As
we’re nearing the end of this stage, I thought it might be a good idea to
document some of my pregnancy symptoms, cravings, and odd experiences so I have
something to look back on and laugh at later. Now, as much as these experiences
might really paint me to be a sultry and desirable woman, remember, I am only
human :-)
The first, and most noticeable, symptom
is, of course, my size. By now, my belly has taken on a life of its own and has
definitely gotten in the way of some basic daily tasks. Take putting on shoes
for example. Seemingly simple, eh? Well, nowadays buckling my sandals in the
morning requires many steps: feet in the air, back braced, wiggling and
wriggling, Alex calmly trying to coax my swollen feel in, and possibly a
complaint or two, or three, or four. Now as much as this might seem like a
great way to bond, Alex has so coyly given me the nickname of “right-now,”
meaning that despite his patience in helping me, I want to get things done and
I want to get them done NOW! Don’t even get me started on painting my toenails
- what I wouldn’t do for a professional pedicure these days! Although baby is
probably glad that I’m avoiding those noxious salon fumes for him.
As far as swelling is concerned, my
right foot has been sporting the swollen kankle look but my left foot is not
into it. I’m not sure what’s worse; having both feet swell or having shoes that
fit unevenly…
Cravings. Alex has always teased me
because when I’m not pregnant I seem to have oddly specific cravings but now
that I am pregnant, my palate has normalized. There are a few food items that
have been especially appealing though and I’d like to think that these manly
cravings reflect the manly needs of my manly fetus. On any given day, I have
been lovin’ me some eggs, red meat, milk, orange juice, and fresh fruit. My
sweet tooth hasn’t really reared its ugly head, which I don’t mind at all. The
only annoying part about my protein cravings is that not a day goes by without
a salami and/or beef stick craving, both of which I cannot eat due to the preservatives.
Lunchmeat too; I miss lunchmeat. I’ve already planned out what I’m going to
eat/drink once I’m done nursing:
Jimmy John’s Turkey Tom sub with a side
of beef sticks and a nice glass of white wine. It may not be the best culinary
combination but gosh darn it, it sounds delicious to me!
The last prego prob/symptom that I’ve
been bombarded with is a need to sleep. Between finding a confortable position,
staying the right temperature, and abating odd post-partum nightmares, sleep
has been a precious commodity. Thankfully, our Sleep Number bed has been a
complete Godsend but my sleepy demeanor has not confined itself to the bedroom.
The floor, the couch, a chair; I just don’t discriminate! And for your
viewing/blackmailing pleasure, here is a wonderful snapshot depicting me in
action…or lack thereof.
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