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rivkaI had a perfectly reasonable breakfast at 7:30 this morning: a yogurt smoothie. I have them for breakfast a lot - they're nutritious, filling, and above all, easy. They always last me until lunch.
So how come, two hours later, all I could think of was how much I wanted some eggs? I wound up going to the diner near my office and inhaling two eggs, some bacon, home fries, and one and a half pieces of toast. I could easily have eaten a third egg. And now I'm thinking about the bottle of juice I have stashed in the fridge. Mmm, grapefruit juice. With the sourness.
I've been wondering how I'm ever supposed to gain weight, because my appetite has continued to be spotty. But now I think I understand.
Weight gain or not - and I'm pretty sure I'm still below my pre-pregnancy weight - in the last few days I have definitely started to show. Maybe not in a way that's evident to people who aren't looking for it, but I sure look pregnant to myself. I am pleased. The only clothes I'm really comfortable in these days are soft stretchy knits, so I'm guessing I'd better get to the maternity consignment store sooner, rather than later.
Also, my stomach feels... firmer. Like there's something in there. (Li'l Critter is supposedly the size of an avocado this week! 4 1/2 inches long crown-to-rump, and weighing 3 1/2 ounces. Why, I can remember when he or she was the size of a grain of rice. This growth and development stuff is really freaky. But cool.)
It turns out that the much-heralded second trimester boost of energy doesn't mean that I can go back to my old sleeping habits. I really feel awful if I get fewer than seven hours a night. Alas.
Also: pregnancy headaches suck.
In other news: Last week the "check engine" light in the car came on, which turned out to mean that we needed a new oxygen sensor. We got the rear brakes done at the same time, for a total bill of $475. That was Friday. Tuesday, the "check engine" light came on again.
I took the car in this morning. Apparently, the car's computer doesn't like the correspondence between the front and rear oxygen sensors, and suggests that the catalytic converter must be broken. The guys at the garage can't seem to replicate the problem: they say both oxygen sensors are reading precisely what they should be. They don't want to replace the catalytic converter unless there's more evidence of the problem - which is nice of them, considering that it would be a $600 repair. Apparently, there's a possibility that replacing the oxygen sensor just caused a temporary glitch that won't recur. So they re-set the "check engine" light, and told me that if it comes on again I can pretty much assume that the catalytic converter needs to be replaced.
Pleasantly, they didn't charge me for the diagnosis. They also went out of their way to make sure I understood that a malfunctioning catalytic converter won't damage the car or lead to a breakdown - it will just mean that we'll fail emissions. I don't want to contribute more than my fair share of air pollution, but it's still nice to know that we could put off such an expensive repair, if we have to.
So how come, two hours later, all I could think of was how much I wanted some eggs? I wound up going to the diner near my office and inhaling two eggs, some bacon, home fries, and one and a half pieces of toast. I could easily have eaten a third egg. And now I'm thinking about the bottle of juice I have stashed in the fridge. Mmm, grapefruit juice. With the sourness.
I've been wondering how I'm ever supposed to gain weight, because my appetite has continued to be spotty. But now I think I understand.
Weight gain or not - and I'm pretty sure I'm still below my pre-pregnancy weight - in the last few days I have definitely started to show. Maybe not in a way that's evident to people who aren't looking for it, but I sure look pregnant to myself. I am pleased. The only clothes I'm really comfortable in these days are soft stretchy knits, so I'm guessing I'd better get to the maternity consignment store sooner, rather than later.
Also, my stomach feels... firmer. Like there's something in there. (Li'l Critter is supposedly the size of an avocado this week! 4 1/2 inches long crown-to-rump, and weighing 3 1/2 ounces. Why, I can remember when he or she was the size of a grain of rice. This growth and development stuff is really freaky. But cool.)
It turns out that the much-heralded second trimester boost of energy doesn't mean that I can go back to my old sleeping habits. I really feel awful if I get fewer than seven hours a night. Alas.
Also: pregnancy headaches suck.
In other news: Last week the "check engine" light in the car came on, which turned out to mean that we needed a new oxygen sensor. We got the rear brakes done at the same time, for a total bill of $475. That was Friday. Tuesday, the "check engine" light came on again.
I took the car in this morning. Apparently, the car's computer doesn't like the correspondence between the front and rear oxygen sensors, and suggests that the catalytic converter must be broken. The guys at the garage can't seem to replicate the problem: they say both oxygen sensors are reading precisely what they should be. They don't want to replace the catalytic converter unless there's more evidence of the problem - which is nice of them, considering that it would be a $600 repair. Apparently, there's a possibility that replacing the oxygen sensor just caused a temporary glitch that won't recur. So they re-set the "check engine" light, and told me that if it comes on again I can pretty much assume that the catalytic converter needs to be replaced.
Pleasantly, they didn't charge me for the diagnosis. They also went out of their way to make sure I understood that a malfunctioning catalytic converter won't damage the car or lead to a breakdown - it will just mean that we'll fail emissions. I don't want to contribute more than my fair share of air pollution, but it's still nice to know that we could put off such an expensive repair, if we have to.
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Date: 2004-10-15 09:15 am (UTC)I know! Michael's birthmother was all, "4 1/2 inches is so tiny!" But it's totally not for something that is actually growing inside your body.
Yes, yes, I know, it's going to get a lot bigger than 4 1/2 inches. But still.
And now I'm hungry.
Mmmm, fooood.