Eight week update.
Aug. 23rd, 2004 07:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rivkaI have made it twenty percent of the way through this pregnancy - if everything continues to go right.
How I'm feeling these days: oh boy does it depend. Yesterday I felt great all day, except for a tendency to tire more quickly than usual. I went to a church cookout and ate all kinds of foods, freely, without worrying about how they would affect my stomach. In contrast, Friday and Saturday I was more or less continually nauseated. And pathetic.
My sweet tooth has returned (although not as fiercely as before I was pregnant) just in time for me to get some of my calcium requirement from ice cream and chocolate pudding. I don't feel like I'm eating that well these days - I'm picking foods on the basis of their queasiness potential, rather than their ultrasupernutritional value. My mother assures me that this is okay during the first trimester, and so does my pregnancy book. The way I figure it, on my sicker days, if something sounds edible I should gratefully eat it right away.
I need new bras, because my breasts are huge. It hurts to sleep on my stomach.
Emotionally, my moods mostly seem to be driven by my symptoms. I'm not randomly weepy like I was very early in the pregnancy, but when I've been nauseated for a long stretch of time I get pretty whiny and pathetic. On the one hand, I think that's understandable. On the other hand, it doesn't make me much fun to be around, so I should really try to keep it in check.
Michael has been uniformly wonderful.
I've started telling people here and there. I told![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
minnaleigh - and added her to this filter; hi, minnaleigh! - because she was staying at the house and I knew I couldn't hang out with her that long without mentioning it. And at the cookout yesterday, I experimented with dropping it casually into conversation. "Hey Rivka, want a beer?" "No thanks, I can't - I'm pregnant." It was really fun. I do still have the fear that I'm not really pregnant, that there's been some horrible error in development, but every day brings a little more reassurance. Still going to wait for the midwife's appointment on Thursday before I make a general announcement. It also seems more... seemly, I guess, to wait a little longer after Iain's death before making a happy-excited announcement to people who are grieving him.
How I'm feeling these days: oh boy does it depend. Yesterday I felt great all day, except for a tendency to tire more quickly than usual. I went to a church cookout and ate all kinds of foods, freely, without worrying about how they would affect my stomach. In contrast, Friday and Saturday I was more or less continually nauseated. And pathetic.
My sweet tooth has returned (although not as fiercely as before I was pregnant) just in time for me to get some of my calcium requirement from ice cream and chocolate pudding. I don't feel like I'm eating that well these days - I'm picking foods on the basis of their queasiness potential, rather than their ultrasupernutritional value. My mother assures me that this is okay during the first trimester, and so does my pregnancy book. The way I figure it, on my sicker days, if something sounds edible I should gratefully eat it right away.
I need new bras, because my breasts are huge. It hurts to sleep on my stomach.
Emotionally, my moods mostly seem to be driven by my symptoms. I'm not randomly weepy like I was very early in the pregnancy, but when I've been nauseated for a long stretch of time I get pretty whiny and pathetic. On the one hand, I think that's understandable. On the other hand, it doesn't make me much fun to be around, so I should really try to keep it in check.
Michael has been uniformly wonderful.
I've started telling people here and there. I told
minnaleigh - and added her to this filter; hi, minnaleigh! - because she was staying at the house and I knew I couldn't hang out with her that long without mentioning it. And at the cookout yesterday, I experimented with dropping it casually into conversation. "Hey Rivka, want a beer?" "No thanks, I can't - I'm pregnant." It was really fun. I do still have the fear that I'm not really pregnant, that there's been some horrible error in development, but every day brings a little more reassurance. Still going to wait for the midwife's appointment on Thursday before I make a general announcement. It also seems more... seemly, I guess, to wait a little longer after Iain's death before making a happy-excited announcement to people who are grieving him.
