man, this poor baby is getting the short end of the deal. my dad had a nasty stomach thing last week, and two days later *surprise* i had it too. i spent all saturday night vomiting everything that entered my stomach, including water. sunday was spent waddling between the bed and the bathtub, into which i also threw up several times. i could only eat fruit juice popsicles and gingerly sip water... but by lunch on monday i was feeling ok, so i ate, and all seemed well.
then matt's dad came to visit and took us out to eat and i gravely overestimated my wellness (probably because i was in denial about needing the BRAT diet)... which led to more throwing up on tuesday morning. sick again! more popsicles. finally some white rice with soy sauce (woohoo). wednesday was the same. FINALLY today i can eat food--i even had coffee and real breakfast and i feel a lot better.
btw yes, i ate steak. and it was soooo good. i ate it for three days until i felt like i didn't need it anymore, and i've been ok ever since. the weirdest thing is that i was totally prepared for a negative reaction by my stomach after so long of not having meat, but it didn't affect me a bit. it's gross to my head but my body was definitely loving it.
rowan will be ONE YEAR in a few weeks! holy crap! i have a birthday party to plan... as if anyone in their right mind will want to trek out to high springs for a baby party. ha. she has been so cute trying to walk lately, and she loooves playing in the hose/baby pool. she's very silly and growing so fast.
as for the pregnancy, i am 17 weeks now and i look like i'm 6 months pregnant. i don't know what the deal is--extra belly weight, incorrect dates, twins--but it's a little weird. last time i felt my fundus it was in the right place for gestational age, it's just that my belly is so big. i'm assuming it's fat. *sigh* but man this little peanut can KICK! i've been feeling it since about 12 weeks, which i know sounds completely insane, but i am sure it was baby all along. it's infrequent, but last night i got two kicks that were so strong i squeaked with surprise; it felt like somebody poked me. i'm honestly a tad bit worried my dates might be wrong just b/c i shouldn't be feeling it so much so early. either that or this one is an ogre child. lol.
still haven't had a first checkup but i really don't care--i am so over it. next week is my physical and blood work, though. i did get to have a good talk with sarah (my midwife) a few weeks ago, and it really gave me some clarity on my feelings about rowan's birth. i understand why it was so hard to accept, now, and i feel like i'm over it. i don't think it will ever completely go away, but i don't feel like it's affecting me the way it was before. so that's pretty huge.
working on names, but i don't think any progress has been made in the boy department. i'm pretty sure we agree on one or two girl names so i'm not too worried about that, and since the cursed ultrasound (that i don't really want) will be in just a few weeks, we might as well wait to fuss about them until we know what we're having. matt is worrying me though, since he keeps throwing out things like "jedidiah" and i have to keep reminding him yet again that we are neither amish nor christian. goofball.
oh and i had a relatively stressful dream about shoe shopping last night, of all random and pointless things.
then matt's dad came to visit and took us out to eat and i gravely overestimated my wellness (probably because i was in denial about needing the BRAT diet)... which led to more throwing up on tuesday morning. sick again! more popsicles. finally some white rice with soy sauce (woohoo). wednesday was the same. FINALLY today i can eat food--i even had coffee and real breakfast and i feel a lot better.
btw yes, i ate steak. and it was soooo good. i ate it for three days until i felt like i didn't need it anymore, and i've been ok ever since. the weirdest thing is that i was totally prepared for a negative reaction by my stomach after so long of not having meat, but it didn't affect me a bit. it's gross to my head but my body was definitely loving it.
rowan will be ONE YEAR in a few weeks! holy crap! i have a birthday party to plan... as if anyone in their right mind will want to trek out to high springs for a baby party. ha. she has been so cute trying to walk lately, and she loooves playing in the hose/baby pool. she's very silly and growing so fast.
as for the pregnancy, i am 17 weeks now and i look like i'm 6 months pregnant. i don't know what the deal is--extra belly weight, incorrect dates, twins--but it's a little weird. last time i felt my fundus it was in the right place for gestational age, it's just that my belly is so big. i'm assuming it's fat. *sigh* but man this little peanut can KICK! i've been feeling it since about 12 weeks, which i know sounds completely insane, but i am sure it was baby all along. it's infrequent, but last night i got two kicks that were so strong i squeaked with surprise; it felt like somebody poked me. i'm honestly a tad bit worried my dates might be wrong just b/c i shouldn't be feeling it so much so early. either that or this one is an ogre child. lol.
still haven't had a first checkup but i really don't care--i am so over it. next week is my physical and blood work, though. i did get to have a good talk with sarah (my midwife) a few weeks ago, and it really gave me some clarity on my feelings about rowan's birth. i understand why it was so hard to accept, now, and i feel like i'm over it. i don't think it will ever completely go away, but i don't feel like it's affecting me the way it was before. so that's pretty huge.
working on names, but i don't think any progress has been made in the boy department. i'm pretty sure we agree on one or two girl names so i'm not too worried about that, and since the cursed ultrasound (that i don't really want) will be in just a few weeks, we might as well wait to fuss about them until we know what we're having. matt is worrying me though, since he keeps throwing out things like "jedidiah" and i have to keep reminding him yet again that we are neither amish nor christian. goofball.
oh and i had a relatively stressful dream about shoe shopping last night, of all random and pointless things.
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