On my first blog, The Pastry Posts, I had a weekly post called Monday Musings where I just rambled about random things – TV, movies, food, work, life, etc. It’s not something I’ve started doing yet here, but I thought I’d kick it off with an installment of Maternity Musings.
I’ve been at the point in my pregnancy the past few weeks, where I don’t look pregnant, but just look overweight. For some reason I’m super self-conscious about it so I’ve found (and so has my husband) that I pop my tummy out more than it should be and rub it, just in case anyone who was staring gets the drift I’m pregnant. I know, I’m weird.
On that same subject — even though I know that to some people who don’t know me I may not look pregnant, I get offended when they say I’m not showing at all or that I look that same. As of my 16-week appointment last week, I had gained 12 pounds since getting pregnant, so of course I’m showing and, no, I don’t look the same!
I’ve not been able to concentrate long enough to read anything besides People magazine since I’ve been pregnant. And even thought it takes me about 12.2 minutes to read people magazine cover-to-cover, sometimes I can’t even focus long enough on that. I was on a book-reading roll a few months ago, but now nothing. I’ve tried to pick up a few magazines and a couple of books and I have no patience for them. I hope that changes soon.
I’m normally a sweet tooth, but haven’t been craving sweets at all really, which I totally thought I would. Instead I’ve been craving salty, fried foods. When I was just shy of 6 weeks pregnant I went to Disneyland and was in pregnant lady heaven eating those huge dill pickles they sell. My mouth is watering just thinking of them.
Okay, so maybe I have been craving sugar a bit in the form of fresh fruit. I’m pretty sure I’ve eaten my weight in watermelon and oranges the past four months. Can’t. Get. Enough.
Can we talk about the crazy dreams you have when you’re pregnant?!?! Honestly, my dreams are so bizarre they don’t even make sense. Random people from my childhood, monsters and natural disasters have made appearances, I’ve been married to movie stars, I’ve lived in actual TV shows and played instruments I don’t even know how to play. Every couple of weeks, I’ve also had the anxiety dream where it’s the day of a final exam and you’ve never been to the class.
On the subject of sleeping, I hate sleeping on my side. Sleeping became uncomfortable for me very early on because I was a stomach sleeper and one night (before I had any sort of bump at all) I woke up on my stomach in a TON of pain. After that I decided I should start trying to sleep in another position, so I moved to my back. Then I found out that as you get bigger, you can’t sleep on your back because it lowers your blood pressure too much which then lowers the baby’s BP. So, I guess I’m left with my sides and it’s awful. I pretty much build a fort of pillows around me to keep me on my side every night (which I’m sure my husband loves) and I still find myself waking up on my back or trying to sleep on my stomach. Ugh.
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