… you continue to fantasize about men in uniform. But instead of firemen or policemen, it’s chefs and massage therapists…
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You know you’re pregnant when…
14 OctWhen your baby doesn’t want its picture taken
21 Jul
Did the ultrasound technician just call me fat? (and other stupid stories that could only happen to me)
I went in for my 12 week ultrasound earlier this week. It was exciting, because I’d been following the baby’s progress on my new favourite iPhone app, “BabyBump Pregnancy Pro”. Apparently, the baby had doubled in size the previous week and was beginning to flex its limbs. As you already know, a lot of the joy of this pregnancy has been overshadowed by the 24/7 nausea and chronic cough I’ve been struggling with. So, I couldn’t wait to see the wee sprog that was causing all this havoc! (more…)
You know you’re pregnant when…
18 Jul
Being pregnant makes me like/do weird things. So I started making a list. I’d love to hear your stories (or those you’ve witnessed with a partner, friend or relative). Pregnancy is funny, no?
You know you’re pregnant when…
… you have a semi-erotic dream about Daniel Craig where he’s topless and you’re having a beach picnic and you’re more interested in his lunch than his lunchbox.
… you’re allowed to eat extra and develop a gut and all of a sudden, you no longer like food.
… you have epic dreams where you set off on a quest to save the world and somehow they always lead you to a grocery store. (And then you wake up at 3 am and realize you’re starving).
Proof that God is a man!
11 Jul
All right, the cat’s out of the bag: I’m pregnant. And despite what a whole industry’s worth of books would have you believe, it’s hard to know what to expect when you’re expecting!
Being pregnant is a study in mixed emotions. The shock when I first found out (I was convinced my period was late because I was training for the half marathon and I’d upped my running by a good 15k a week). There was the moment where I felt like a proper idiot when I botched the first pregnancy test I took (peed on the stick too long apparently; result: “Void”).
There was that amazing period of heightened intimacy with Pat when we realized that we were on the adventure of a lifetime and only the two of us were in on the secret. (I think the dog suspected something, but a few biscuits bought her silence.)
There was the forehead slapping when we realized I’d signed up (and paid a non-refundable $75) to enter the Oasis half marathon in September. Although I fully intended to keep running, it was unlikely that I would be able to double my long runs to meet the 21K requirement while carrying the sprog.
There was incredulity when, seemingly overnight, I went from being able to run 30K a week to barely being able to walk the dog 5 blocks before needing a nap. I was nauseous ALL the time. I think the only time I wasn’t nauseous was the first 15 minutes in the morning when I woke up. Exactly the opposite of what all my pregnancy books said would happen! Just goes to show: Everyone’s different.
And God must be a man!
Here are my arguments: (more…)
