Pregnancy notes.

[rivka]

• Li'l Critter either really likes, or really dislikes, spicy food. Because after we had Mongolian barbecue last night: kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick. For a couple of hours.
  
  24 weeks is TOO EARLY to kick your way out of my stomach, dear. Please be advised.
  
  
• My stomach looks like a troupe of weasels have made a concerted assault on my navel. I have a couple dozen short stretch marks, livid purple, all on the lower belly slope. It really does look like something, or some large group of somethings, was trying to claw its way up.
  
  
• Memo to myself: next time, instead of trying to jog for a block and a half, miss the light rail. Even if it means being late for physical therapy. You just plain don't have the wind for jogging. When your heart tried to leap out of your chest? That was a clue.
  
  
• It turns out that the midwife was 100% correct in her prediction that I didn't need to worry about my weight because I would soon be ravenously hungry. Here's what I ate yesterday: a very large bowl of Cheerios with milk, a carton of yogurt, three mini shrimp salad sandwiches (the size of a large dinner roll), a large handful of potato chips, a handful of carrot sticks, three-quarters of a cup of mixed fruit, two more mini shrimp salad sandwiches, another half-cup of mixed fruit, a handful of olives, two large plates of Mongolian barbecue, a half-cup of honeydew melon, a half-cup of chocolate pudding, and two cookies. At bedtime I was thinking about ice cream, but was too lazy to go downstairs.
  
  Yeah. I think I'm going to be gaining some of that missing weight soon.
  

Comments

[ailbhe]

Set an alarm for 4 am so you can wake up and eat! I did!

Yum yum fooooooooooooooood.

Am eating like horse and down to prepregnancy weight. Agh! More calories!