Very long overdue... Even more so than my last couple of library books. Good thing blog readers don't charge late fees, ey?
This new year has started out with a "BANG!" and I can't believe that January is nearly over. Only 3-6 more weeks until we meet out sweet baby boy and lord! I'm anxious!
This morning... Whoo!
I just turned 24 weeks (6 months) pregnant yesterday. 3 months to go! More excited than ever now to meet my little man. More than anything, though, I'm ready to be rid of the constant need to eat, but not wanting anything.
This morning I woke up with a sick belly... Poor Ezra had hiccups last night and I just couldn't get comfortable with all of the shaking in my abdomen. It made me feel so queasy inside every time I felt the little tremors. But, what a miracle it is to be able to sense all that new life!
I am hoping that my cravings are taking a new direction... After nausea and hiccups you'd think I wouldn't want anything to eat for breakfast.-- Not so.
Of course, I wanted something that we didn't have in the house. A butter rum muffin and a huge bowl of fruit. Unfortunately, because of my thyroid medicine, Synthroid, I have to wait 30-60 minutes to eat after taking it... And, yes, it was impossible for this craving to come on during that time so that I could've gone to the store and been back before I felt like I was starving to death! But, no. As soon as it comes time for me to eat, I want this off the wall breakfast. No muffins in the pantry. No fruit in the fridge. What's a girl to do?!
Oh, wait. I know. Go to the store and almost pass out half way through because you're so hungry you just might die & then you decide you have one last burst of energy because if not you won't be able to chug the Bolthouse drink you've been avoiding for the last 6 months because it has coffee in it. By the time I got back in the car, I swear my head was spinning! And stupid Food Lion didn't have butter rum muffins... Cream cheese is close enough.
So, here I sit, on my couch, blogging about food, while eating food, thinking of what food to eat next (thank goodness I'm under the weight gain they predicted!!), and have a million other things I should be doing. Like, taking care of my sick child who has symptoms of the flu because I'm the one who made him go get the flu shot so he wouldn't give it to me or the baby. *shake my head*
Good news: I finally talked Jon into photos of Ezra's birth!! Now we just have to see if we can afford it. Until then I will just be documenting via Instagram. Follow me @qm_mcconnell :)
I'm currently in bed as I write this because I'm so exhausted I feel like it would be a waste of energy to get up and go to my computer. I cancelled all my appointments for this morning as it is. Zero sleep last night and an early morning... They mixed way better a few years ago when I was 18 and single, and way more paranoid about how I would look if I just decided to blow something off.
Week 23 has been an eventful on thus far. After our long weekend trip to Ohio & our first baby shower for Ezra I was sorely deprived of sleep. To get up early and come home, plus have my friend Zoe come back with us for the week... It seems like I get more tired, uncomfortable, and out of breath every day.
Monday I had an "I can't do this" breakdown and just wanted my pregnancy to be over... Sometimes 3 months more sounds like an eternity! And other times I feel like I need all that time to be prepared. Our stroller is put together but a baby can't sleep in that! Lol
I've also noticed I've got a shy boy on my hands. Ezra kicks and moves A LOT throughout the day. Sometimes it's so much that I have to just sit very still until he stops. But, today I'm disappointed because every time I make Jon rush over to feel the movement or wake him up in the night/early morning to put his hand on my belly, the baby stops moving and won't move again for a little while after Daddy takes his hand away. So sad that it happens like that because I want Jon to feel as much of a part of this pregnancy as possible.
A friend told me that it's only down hill from here... I really hope that's not the case. For the most part I have really enjoyed being pregnant! I don't have half of the problems a typical pregnant woman would complain of or characteristics you read in the mom-to-be books.
I guess for that reason alone I'll just sing "We Are The Champions" on my way to fulfill yet another bagel craving & look forward to the 6 month mark!
Week 21. Over halfway to the birth of our son. We couldn't be more thrilled with how healthy he is and the exciting little things like feeling him kick more (even if it is my bladder most of the time). Unfortunately, hubby hasn't been able to feel yet; hopefully soon!
Cravings this week have been limited... I went through a definite Zebra Cake phase for a couple days. Fortunately, my wonderful husband, helped me to see that buying a couple at a gas station would be better than buying an entire box at the store. Or was it?
I've also been feeling desparate for a taste of my FAVORITE burrito place, Flaming Amy's. I can sit and just imagine the avocado ranch dressing, the bacon & cheese, and the chips w/ salsa. But, I don't want to give in since the calories are... more than I'd like for one meal.
Since week 14 I have had such a disinterest in the food already in my pantry or fridge. I ate plain bagels w/ cream cheese almost every single day for 5 weeks. I can't even smell chicken (unless its Chick-fil-a or Chinese food). However, I will be 22 weeks pregnant tomorrow and my disgust for food hasn't gone away. I literally broke down into tears before posting this because I am so sick of wasting HOURS of my life trying to decide on what would be the best thing to feed myself & the little alien inside. By far the biggest challenge of my pregnancy so far, especially when it's not accompanied the nausea. I'm starving!
Also, this week, I made the hard decision to take off my wedding rings before my fingers start to swell consistently, we spent two hours picking out paint colors for the baby's room and the rest of the house, AND I successfully managed to reach my own toenails in order to paint them (which I considered a big accomplishment!).
It seems like these 21 weeks have past by so quickly! Every doctor appointment brings something new and now that we know the gender of the baby we can begin projects surrounding that. I'm so glad Jon is home for a while and not traveling so he can really be involved and excited; he has been working so hard in order to support all of us and make this transition as smooth as possible for everyone, especially Noah, who is so excited that he wishes babies grew outside of the belly so he could see it. Haha.
Now, having survived the tropical storm conditions this weekend, we wait to see what week 22 has in store.