When does 'nesting' start? I would like to have the motivation to actually get up off my couch and clean the house. That is not the case though. Instead I watch movies all day long. I keep telling myself that I'll start doing the dishes or the laundry in 30 minutes.
Either way, here's the updates.
First, the 9 week pictures. Chip wanted to help.
Day: 68
Days Left: 212
Feeling: Alright. I'm hungry and nothing sounds good. Nothing.
Mood: Lonely and lazy. H is hunting all weekend, so I'm all by myself. It's funny how I just miss the presence of someone else being here, even though we wouldn't necessarily be doing something together.
Recent Cravings: Hot dogs from The Corner Bar. But I shouldn't have hot dogs, so I'm trying not to think about it.
Just Noticed: My lips are chapped.
I went to IKEA yesterday and spent $30. Much better than the insane amount of money I spent last year. I bought a bunny. It's the cutest stuffed bunny with big floppy ears. If the baby is a girl, it will match the nursery bedding I have picked out perfectly. It was my first baby purchase! The dog has been eyeing it all morning. It's taunting him. Ha.
So, I had my appointment with a nurse on Tuesday just to do paperwork. Now, mind you, I went to the doctor when I was 2 weeks PG to confirm and they just said yup, you're knocked up, see you around. So, at NINE weeks I go to this appointment and they give me this massive packet of information. I am three quarters of the way through my first trimester and the majority of the baby's critical development has already taken place, and they JUST NOW give me information about what to eat, what not to eat, things I can and can't do, medicine I can and can't take, etc. Thanks a heap, doc. You didn't have to go over it all with me, I have the ability to read. Quite well. Even the big words. Now, I am one of those compulsive people who looks up everything on the internet (webmd is my friend), so I am certain I have done/ate/taken nothing that would endanger my baby, but what if I wasn't like that? You'd be surprised how many people are blissfully uninformed and prefer to stay that way. People at work who are surprised that I will not drink at all during my pregnancy. People who don't understand why I don't want to bartend with people smoking all over me. People who have recently had a baby and don't know why I won't put lunchmeat on my sandwich or eat a hot dog or put feta cheese on something. BAHH. And I know that most of these things are done "just to be safe", but I would much rather be safe than sorry. I couldn't sleep thinking that I had done something potentially unsafe for my baby, knowing full-well that it was not the best choice I could have made.
Sorry. Rant over. Promise. Oh, the point of the whole story was that the nurse told me I shouldn't lift more than 10 lbs. 10! That is a whole lot of nothing. I already feel like an invalid at work, unable to carry large trays of food or get ice or do anything else that involves lifting. The movie I'm watching is talking about tuna pasta and it sounds amazing. But I don't even like tuna, pregnant or not. I'm going to go raid the fridge.
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