All I want is to find food appealing again. I used to watch those movies of those women having weird cravings and needing ice cream at a strange hour and think it was kinda strange their husbands would actually go buy it. I mean, just eat something else.
But now, I get it. You can't. I can't eat anything. Except, once in a while, I'm lucky enough to think about something I might be able to eat and get it down if I eat it RIGHT THEN.
Yesterday was my first nausea free day (don't get to excited, cause today is back to normal). So I have decided that I am going to eat every day what I ate yesterday: milk in the morning, yogurt and oats, a slice of pizza, a blueberry muffin, a smoothie with protein, a carnation breakfast shake, and mashed potatoes. Spread out carefully so my stomach was never empty nor full. It was the BEST DAY EVER!
This is seriously so much worse than Kate. But, I guess the flipside is that I am WAY less tired. I call it: adreneline. When I finally do lie down to sleep I can't. Then I wake up at a quarter to six when Paul leaves and can't fall back asleep. It's absurd. I am counting the days. We better seriously like this kid.
Okay okay, so Kate...
No Celiac's! Yay! And... booo.... the doc is still concerned, so we go back to the GI specialist in December. I really wanted her to say something like, "well, since it isn't Celiac's and she is doing okay, let's just forget all about this." But it must have something to do with the fact she weighs only two pounds more than she did last year and is about a head taller... gives beanpole a new meaning if we continue at this rate...
Daddy P is doing his best to take care of his girls despite being swamped at work. He's pretty overwhelmed, but still managing to do things to help me get food when I need it, make dinner since I can't fathom cooking meat, and watch Kate so I can nap. We ended up (sadly) hiring a babysitter last night just so we both could work late. Poor Kate. I didn't plan work-pregnancy well. When it was taking a while to get pregnant I decided to go ahead and take on a bunch of stuff and then (of course) baby! And now I am just doing what I can until I can crawl in bed.
In an attempt to prepare for daylight savings time we have been keeping Kate up 15 minutes later every two nights and setting her "alarm" later every morning. Guess which one is working. Yep, she's going to bed at 8:30, falling asleep around 9, and getting up at her normal 6:30am time. Geesh. There was one morning she lasted until 7:15am. I am hoping that some miracle occurs so that she doesn't wake up at 5:30 on Monday morning...
So, thanks for indulging a hormone crazed pregnant woman in some good ole fashioned complaining... Your reward:
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Here's my sweetie carefully eating all the raisins out of her raisin toast |
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