Thursday, May 07, 2009


I just ate a donut and it was about the best thing I have ever had in my life. For about a week now, my appetite has increased. I’m a bit nervous about this, because not only do I not want to gain a lot of weight with this pregnancy, but I’m also not supposed to. The doc thinks I’d be fine with the lower end of the weight gain range, and while that’s sort of embarrassing to hear in front of your husband, it’s fine. I mean, if you saw me, which you have, in pictures, you probably wouldn’t say I was obese, but you know, I’ve got some meat on my bones. Also, in case I haven’t brought this up enough already, my boobs are the size of boulders, mountain sized boulers. All in all, I am a sturdy woman and am in no threat of wasting away if I don’t eat a donut.

However, I am hungry. So hungry. What I should do is actually bring healthy snacks to work so that I don’t eat the donut, but that would entail an actual trip to the grocery store, and if there’s one thing I hate, it’s grocery shopping. So boring.

I guess I’ll just make up for it with a very healthy lunch and then cringe when I get on the scale at the doctor’s this evening.

We’re having our 12 week ultrasound/sonogram thing tonight and I’m nervous and excited. So nervous because I am a worrier and I worry that something has gone wrong in the past 3 weeks. There is no reason for my worry, I just like to keep it slowly simmering under the surface. I’m excited because we will hopefully hear a heart beat and get a good glimpse of the baby, which never gets old.

In a few months, when the baby is here, I’ll be so excited that I no longer have to have a wand stuck up my vagina, or gel slathered over my belly in order to look at my baby. That will be nice.

I talked to my uncle last night, the crazy one married to the aunt who was less than congratulatory upon hearing the pregnancy news. Anyway, he lectured me about responsibility and that OUR LIVES WILL CHANGE FOREVER. Why do people do this? As if we don’t know. Oh my God, my eyes are still sore from all the rolling they were forced to do during that conversation. Of course, the man was drinking a gin and tonic during the conversation, which was, no doubt, not his first. I have a special family.


Anonymous said...

You know, I have decided that at least with the first pregnancy you have every right to eat whatever and however much you want because it's hard enough dealing with the pregnancy at all. My doctor mentioned my 9 pounds in one month weight gain, and when I told her I'm walking at least three times a week kinda just shrugged and said "some women no matter what they do, will always gain a lot of weight in pregnancy"

My sister on the other hand, who is two weeks ahead of me in her gestation, has probably gained a grand total of about 8 lbs in the last 6 months. I try not to let it bother me, after all I'm the one that gets to eat whateverthehell I want while she's obsessively checking weight graphs to make sure she's on target. I don't know about you, but that sounds like an easy way to find yourself in a really unhealthy eating disorder.

Enjoy the wand up the cooter, it's a hoot!

artemisia said...

My mom ate donuts constantly when she was pregnant with me.

My favorite breakfast in the whole world is coffee and donuts.

You are giving your baby the gift of great taste!

I say don't worry too much about weight gain - you are growing a person. That is hard work!

I love how you describe wanting to keep worry and a slow simmer below the surface. I GET THAT.

Fiona Picklebottom said...

Only with one of my pregnancies did I want anything healthy. I did, however, when pregnant with Beth, eat A TON of kettle cooked potato chips with horseradish bacon dip. I couldn't get enough of that stuff.

Alice said...

this is the last time you'll have together as a couple!! sleep now, you'll never sleep again for 18 years!! i hope you realize you have to keep them, even when they're annoying teenagers! if you think life is hard now, try it with two kids!!

...that sound about right? :-)

amber said...

OH MY GOD!!! YOU'RE PREGNANT! This is just what I get for slacking off on my blog reading!

Jeez I suck. Congratulations! I'm so happy for you, and eagerly awaiting further news of baby!

Jess said...

Torsten has a charming family too. It makes me not want to learn German so I don't have to hear the horrible things I'm sure they'll say once I'm pregnant. Last week when we were in Germany we did a slide show of photos from the wedding and one of his aunts was making rude comments about what the guests were wearing and how the chairs looked like lawn furniture, etc. Loudly.