Pregnancy Journal - October 9, 2008
October 9, 2008
The nausea has lessened some in the last few days and mostly I just feel really, really tired. I've been waking up promptly at 5 am every morning for the last week to pee (which, I swear if I had been peeing this much before being pregnant I would've easily lost 20 pounds!) and suffer greatly from the most ridiculous acid reflux.
Two things have greatly changed for me: I am faithfully taking my pre-natal vitamin every single night - despite the fact that I abhor taking any medication larger than a flea and think they smell really, really gross. I've also managed to cut back on my coffee (i.e. caffeine) intake. I actually ordered a SMALL coffee yesterday and thought, "Wow, Catie, you've come a loooong way, girl!" Seriously, I really thought that....I know.
My first doctor's appointment was moved up from the 20th to this Monday and I am super apprehensive. Make that Super Duper. These are the things I know...
All in all I will accept what comes on Monday, but I have to be honest, I am ready to start getting excited about all of this. I've allowed myself a few indulges like telling close KC family (our present support group) my boss and the cafeteria lady (I just couldn't help myself...she's been known to give out free cookies to expectant mothers....again, I know). More than anything I am just ready to get on with it whether it is or isn't. This waiting around and wondering what's happening is for the birds. I am a woman of action who needs answers and a new bra...preferably one bigger than my current one.
The last two days at work have been trying and long and when you include my time in class I've put in a good 26 hours. Last night when I got home....starving I might add....my Robbie had prepared pork tenderloin, corn, fried potatoes and rolls. Oh, and he even bought me a package of those Pepperidge Farm Mint Milano cookies I love and didn't get offended when he asked to have one and I snarled and grabbed the bag away from him. (Okay, that part didn't really happen....this time.) I know this isn't necessarily going to be a nightly event, or heck, a monthly event, but I really appreciated coming home to a hot, homemade meal and a TIVO'd episode of Project Runway.
Speaking of Mr. Knight...he's excited too about the doctor's appointment and I absolutely can not wait to have him in the room with me for my exam. Those of you who know him well also know he has had the following mantra about when we finally have a baby...
"I will wait in the waiting room where Father's should be and hand out cigars when the baby arrives. This is my responsibility and I promise to do it the very best I can. Nothing more, nothing less."
To me there is nothing better than a medical show on TV and a pint of Ben & Jerry's. Robbie on the other hand will simply here the cries of the person in the ER on the TV from another room and yell for me to change the channel. He simply can not handle it.
I've yet to fully disclose to him what will more than likely occur at this first exam and I don't plan on telling him much. These pregnancy exams are just going to have to be a kind of Delivery Boot Camp for the Robot. Oh, he is going to make this so much fun!
The nausea has lessened some in the last few days and mostly I just feel really, really tired. I've been waking up promptly at 5 am every morning for the last week to pee (which, I swear if I had been peeing this much before being pregnant I would've easily lost 20 pounds!) and suffer greatly from the most ridiculous acid reflux.
Two things have greatly changed for me: I am faithfully taking my pre-natal vitamin every single night - despite the fact that I abhor taking any medication larger than a flea and think they smell really, really gross. I've also managed to cut back on my coffee (i.e. caffeine) intake. I actually ordered a SMALL coffee yesterday and thought, "Wow, Catie, you've come a loooong way, girl!" Seriously, I really thought that....I know.
My first doctor's appointment was moved up from the 20th to this Monday and I am super apprehensive. Make that Super Duper. These are the things I know...
- I've had a positive home pregnancy test
- I've been experiencing pregnancy symptoms and
- I am eating everything in sight
All in all I will accept what comes on Monday, but I have to be honest, I am ready to start getting excited about all of this. I've allowed myself a few indulges like telling close KC family (our present support group) my boss and the cafeteria lady (I just couldn't help myself...she's been known to give out free cookies to expectant mothers....again, I know). More than anything I am just ready to get on with it whether it is or isn't. This waiting around and wondering what's happening is for the birds. I am a woman of action who needs answers and a new bra...preferably one bigger than my current one.
The last two days at work have been trying and long and when you include my time in class I've put in a good 26 hours. Last night when I got home....starving I might add....my Robbie had prepared pork tenderloin, corn, fried potatoes and rolls. Oh, and he even bought me a package of those Pepperidge Farm Mint Milano cookies I love and didn't get offended when he asked to have one and I snarled and grabbed the bag away from him. (Okay, that part didn't really happen....this time.) I know this isn't necessarily going to be a nightly event, or heck, a monthly event, but I really appreciated coming home to a hot, homemade meal and a TIVO'd episode of Project Runway.
Speaking of Mr. Knight...he's excited too about the doctor's appointment and I absolutely can not wait to have him in the room with me for my exam. Those of you who know him well also know he has had the following mantra about when we finally have a baby...
"I will wait in the waiting room where Father's should be and hand out cigars when the baby arrives. This is my responsibility and I promise to do it the very best I can. Nothing more, nothing less."
To me there is nothing better than a medical show on TV and a pint of Ben & Jerry's. Robbie on the other hand will simply here the cries of the person in the ER on the TV from another room and yell for me to change the channel. He simply can not handle it.
I've yet to fully disclose to him what will more than likely occur at this first exam and I don't plan on telling him much. These pregnancy exams are just going to have to be a kind of Delivery Boot Camp for the Robot. Oh, he is going to make this so much fun!
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