Does anyone else find the comparing of fetuses to food objects creepy? “This week, your baby is the size of a large GRAPE!”
I’m sorry, a grape? REALLY? Is that the best you can do?
It’s creepy.
Things since I talked about the pregnancy last time:
I continue to manage my nausea with anti-nausea tablets and I have not thrown up for a while, if we don’t count the retching out of my bedroom window the other day. If I forget a tablet however, I am in dire straits, needing to take myself to bed with a bucket immediately.
I’ve lost 3kgs since falling pregnant this time, but my weight is still above 60kgs, making this my healthiest pregnancy yet. (With Amy, I fell pregnant at 60kgs and gave birth weighing 57kgs. With Isaac, I lost 6kgs in the first trimester. Yay for managed nausea!)
I ate three thin slices of sausage last night and felt … okay. It appears my meat aversion may be limited to beef, chicken and blowjobs. A piece of lamb on Australia day upset my stomach pretty badly, even thought it tasted great. It might have been because it was the first non-fish protein that I had eaten since the wedding.
My blood pressure is driving me mad, sitting somewhere just above dead and making me race for the extra salty potato chips in order to bring it back up above “please don’t let me pass out in the supermarket” levels.
Exhaustion remains, mostly because I am sick of feeling so fucking sick. I was pregnant, I miscarried, and then promptly fell pregnant again, not giving my body any time off. Fourteen weeks cannot come soon enough (although if this pregnancy is anything like Isaac’s, there will be slight nausea easing after 10 weeks. I can only hope.)
Really, that’s it. Everything else is pretty normal – except my breasts.
Have I talked about the massive breast expansion of this pregnancy?
WOW. I am overflowing out of all of my bras, despite moving up a cup size just before getting pregnant (for the first time). I remember the painful aching accompanying this from Isaac’s pregnancy, but considering I conceived him only shortly after weaning Amy, there wasn’t much my breasts could do. This time, they’re HUGE.
I have awesome cleavage right now.
I’m just saying, there are some perks to feeling so crappy.
When I was pregnant last time, I had to go shopping with an icecream bucket in the shopping trolley. The SMELLS!! everything mad me sick, but most esp bread, coffee, and the cleaners aisle. And it went on for 5 months.
So I feel for you, I really do. That constant nausea is the pits!
Yep, coffee is a big one. So is the smell of mostly anything cooking. I can’t cook onions right now, because I’ll puke. And I had to throw out cooked spinach because the smell made me race for the window and after that, there was no way I was able to eat it.
This all sounds very familiar 😉
1. I remember Catherine Newman’s post about how those fetus/food comparisons just FORCE us to imagine eating our baby.
2. I remember my OB suggesting “potato chips and lemonade” as a sensible first-trimester diet. I loved her.
Potatoes, chips and soda water have been my staples. Your OB is a very sensible woman!
Hooray for cleavage!!
Hooray indeed. It’s pretty spectacular cleavage.
lol you snuck the blow jobs reference in there very well hehehe
I wondered who would notice it first 🙂
For Baby # 2 my diet was potato chips snuck into the back room at work where I would hide, eat and rest my head on the desk. Could not even bear to cook meat! Love how the bj comment is in the same paragraph as wedding! Also as an A cup, I love being pregnant and breastfeeding for what it does for the cleavage! Just remember, this too shall pass.
Potato chips seem to be an all around morning sickness thing!
And have you ever noticed it’s always PRODUCE when a fetus is compared to food?
Enjoy your cleavage! 🙂
YES! No one ever compares a fetus to a filet steak from a medium sized Angus steer, or a piece of eye bacon. NO, it’s all grapes, kidney beans and bananas.
So you don’t like grape?
Let’s see….melon ball? tombowler marble? (tombolla?), little lego person? Barbie’s kitty cat?
Probaly large grape is the easiest thing for people to picture, so thta’s why the food references, but I quite like little lego person. Three months from now he/she will be GI Joe sized.
I like the lego reference.
Good on your cleavage for growing. Must make up for all the other yucky stuff that is going on.
And haha at the aversion to blow jobs 😉
It’s rather nice to have spectacular breasts for a bit.
Yeah, poor Nat.
I was put off even more when my ante-natal teacher, for the benefit of the blokes in the room, described a cervix as looking like a ring doughnut. I haven’t been able to eat a doughnut for the last 6 years now.
Oh dear. That would have turned me off too.
Nathan’s nickname in the womb was Peanut since that was the description atthe first scan. I continue calling him that for a while even after he was born.
I lived on Maccas for the first 2 months, couldn’t stomach Anything.. And yeah, plenty of lemonade and Ginger beer.
You made me laugh do hard with the blowjob comment..,
I normally hate fast food, but maccas chicken burgers seem to settle my stomach like nothing else. It’s nice to know that there is one option available when I’m out!
Me too, normally wouldn’t go near fast food unless I’m desperate but there’s just something about maccas that’s strangely comforting during the first trimester. Lots of friends said the same thing too! My friend even sent her husband out at midnight for a maccas run when her craving hit. Hope the sickness will pass for you soon, probably the least fav bit about pregnancy…
Definite perks!
*hugs* xxx
Yes, now if only pregnancy magic erased all stretch markes too, then I’d be sweet.
Yep, I definitively call them perks as well. Reservoir Mum is not such a fan though. And while they get do bigger and look great I, unfortunately, get less access to them thanks to the little fella hogging them, plus the occasional mastitis, and other issues. Still, I appreciate them much more when they’re mine again!
Yes, while pregnant boobs look amazing, with the pain and then the breastfeeding going on, they’re decidedly not for blokes!
Oh, and a big congrats! (got sidetracked by boob talk)
Huge boobs and no blow jobs? How’s your husband holding up?
Feel better!
He laughed and said “beer” when I asked him. So there you go!
I’d rather think of a fetus as a cute little food item than what they really look like. “This week your baby looks like a demented caterpillar! Pretty soon those spinal ridges will fade slightly and it will look like creepy little extraterrestrial!”
Grape/Strawberry/Peach… so much cuter to imagine!
This week your baby loses the tail and it’s flippers start to look like HANDS!
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