We’re back from the honeymoon! And…it was awesome. A wonderful reminder that I picked the very best husband for me. Now we are home, I am back to work, and without all the wedding things to distract me, I can actually think about: omg, I’m pregnant.
Update on my uterus:
Over the past few days I have had a panic attack each morning. Those are usually rare for me, and I have a prescription for Ativan that I can take to manage them as needed. Ativan will apparently give the baby gills, so I haven’t been taking it, and have instead been suffering through them. Well, yesterday I realized – nope, not a panic attack. Just OVERWHELMING HUNGER. As a happy, healthy, privileged American, I’ve never experienced extreme hunger. I had no idea what it was like. Spoiler alert: it sucks. So now I have to eat pretty much all the time.
Oh, food. Half the time you revolt me, the other half you make me sing I’m so happy to be eating you. I haven’t puked at all, but I’ve definitely been feeling queasy and icky most of the time. No weird cravings, although I want to eat produce all the time. ALL THE TIME. I’ve become totally disinterested in ice cream and cake (this is very strange for me) but want to eat sorbet and other fruity things nonstop. Damn. Now I want frozen yogurt.
And the tears! Oh, the tears. Out of nowhere my whole face smooshes up and I totally fall apart. For, about 5 minutes. Then I feel normal again. So much fun! Yesterday I needed to eat a fruit/yogurt parfait for breakfast (seriously. NEEDED), so the Lumberjack very sweetly took me to 4 different places until we found one (Starbucks. omg THANK YOU) and I immediately felt normal again. Then we went to a diner so he could eat too, and I burst into tears for being too high maintenance. LBJ sweetly patted my hand, then opened up the napkin on the table and handed me a pencil, saying “here, draw me a picture of how it feels to be pregnant.” LBJ, you get me like no one else. He’s a keeper.
Questions for you, dear readers:
Books! Which books do I read?! The internet is giving me way too much information, and I have no idea what is actually useful.
Do I need stuff? Are there things that I should know about? Please, tell me your secrets. I have no pregnant friends (that I know of) and haven’t told people about this yet so I feel like I’m missing out. Like when I was a preteen and all the other girls were allowed to read Seventeen Magazine so they knew all the makeup secrets. I want to join your club.