I wrote that last blog post just assuming that the only weight (or appearance) comments I would get would happen when I was further along and looking like I was shoplifting large fruit. I did not consider the possibility that I would get comments now. Funny story.
The other day, K and I went to register at the new fitness center in town. It is a part of the new addition to the hospital and since K is an employee there, he gets benefits if he uses it and reaches goals set for him by himself and the people there. So we go in and fill out the paperwork (which was actually somewhat confusing because they had not gotten all the kinks worked out of it... they had the "how much I am paying each month" left blank so I pointed it out by pretending to put in $0. Oh I am sooo witty. Not.) I had to get my picture taken for the I.D. Have you ever noticed that most fitness places require you to show and I.D. before using the facility, BUT most work out clothes do not have any pockets. If I want to go work out, I would need keys, phone, water, and I.D. (at LEAST) these things, BUT the place does not allow any personal items to be in the work out areas. So every time I go I have to rent a locker ($5). If I just put my stuff into a locker without renting first, they will remove it and put it in lost and found. I find this to be lame.
Anyway, when I was filling out the paperwork, the girl asked if I had and "health alerts" they should know about. I told them "Yes. I'm pregnant." For one thing, they acted like it was nothing, that it wasn't really a restriction. What they didn't consider (and I pointed out) is that if you are like me and you NEVER exercise, then yes, being pregnant and exercising is a big deal because if you just charge into it, you can mess yourself up (this kind of applies to most lazy, non-work out people). So, I stand in front of the camera to get my picture taken and the girl hesitates and says "You don't look pregnant." Gee, thanks. "I'm 12 weeks."
When K reads this, he will probably say that she didn't mean it like that and that I'm over-reacting, but there are really things you don't say to pregnant people. I'm not just saying it to get attention, I actually am pregnant and I am more hormonal than usual. I'm good about not showing it, but unfortunately, K, you live with me and get to hear about all the dumb people.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
My Expectations of Other People during MY Pregnancy.
This is a "I gave you fair-warning" blog post. Pay attention.
I know each and every person has a different pregnancy than everyone else, AND that each pregnancy is different, even within the same woman. I know there are people out there who act one way towards pregnant women, while others act the complete opposite. I have found a "letter" directed at non-pregnant people and how they act towards pregnant women. I shall now give my own interpretation of the points made in the previously mentioned letter.
1) Appropriate enthusiasm when hearing about someone's pregnancy is greatly appreciated and is really the only proper response. If you aren't happy to hear about it, don't say anything. "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." Everyone I've told about my pregnancy has done a swimmingly well with this point, so kudos to all of you wonderful people!
2) I know you have your own kids and things worked out a certain way for you, but that may not be what I want or what even remotely happens for me. In short, I will probably appreciate your advice and opinions, HOWEVER please ask me before shoving them in my face. I do not want to be irritated at the people I like, just because they think they know better than me. (Exception to this point: my mother, because she is my mother, and Linda, because she is Kenny's mother and has never been "in your face" with advice to me, or rude.) This right here is exactly why we aren't telling people the names we've picked out until after the baby is born. For now, let's just say (as Hayden said yesterday at the reunion) if it's a boy it's "Digicom" (or something like that, it was loud in the room), and if it's a girl it's "Pikachu".
3) Please don't tell or ask me about gained weight unless I bring it up first. This includes anything about "must be twins", "about to pop", anything with the word "swollen" in it, and even if you think I haven't gained enough weight. I understand that people gain different amounts and that doctors recommend different things for each of the different patients. But in general, you wouldn't ask a "normal" person about their weight, so don't do it to me. I will ask the same back to you and act confused if you think it's weird.
4) DO NOT TOUCH ME! IF YOU TOUCH ME, I WILL TOUCH YOU BACK IN THE SAME MANNER! ESPECIALLY IN PUBLIC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. I don't care if it's instinct for you. It shouldn't be. When you touch my belly, you are NOT touching the baby, you are touching me. The baby is inside me. You cannot touch the baby until he/she is born.
Side note: Questions about how I plan to give birth, whether I plan to breastfeed, how I plan to diaper, etc. are all acceptable questions, as long as you accept that it is what I am going to do and do NOT try to tell me I'm wrong or change my mind. I understand things may not have worked for you, but that doesn't necessarily mean it won't for me. Accept it or shut up.
5) You are not invited to the birth. You may visit me in the hospital afterwards.
6) You may not invite yourself to my house afterwards. If you do, you will not be let in. You may call me and ask to visit, and I may decline or accept the offer. You may offer to bring me food, and I might accept, but that does NOT mean you may stay for a while. If I need you, I will ask. If you ask to stay longer, I may decline or accept your request. Remember, this is MY child and I will want alone time with him/her and Kenny.
These are my current rules. I reserve the right to add or remove any rules I choose. Perhaps in a future post, I will make a list of all that Kenny and I plan to do or not do with our baby.
I know each and every person has a different pregnancy than everyone else, AND that each pregnancy is different, even within the same woman. I know there are people out there who act one way towards pregnant women, while others act the complete opposite. I have found a "letter" directed at non-pregnant people and how they act towards pregnant women. I shall now give my own interpretation of the points made in the previously mentioned letter.
1) Appropriate enthusiasm when hearing about someone's pregnancy is greatly appreciated and is really the only proper response. If you aren't happy to hear about it, don't say anything. "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." Everyone I've told about my pregnancy has done a swimmingly well with this point, so kudos to all of you wonderful people!
2) I know you have your own kids and things worked out a certain way for you, but that may not be what I want or what even remotely happens for me. In short, I will probably appreciate your advice and opinions, HOWEVER please ask me before shoving them in my face. I do not want to be irritated at the people I like, just because they think they know better than me. (Exception to this point: my mother, because she is my mother, and Linda, because she is Kenny's mother and has never been "in your face" with advice to me, or rude.) This right here is exactly why we aren't telling people the names we've picked out until after the baby is born. For now, let's just say (as Hayden said yesterday at the reunion) if it's a boy it's "Digicom" (or something like that, it was loud in the room), and if it's a girl it's "Pikachu".
3) Please don't tell or ask me about gained weight unless I bring it up first. This includes anything about "must be twins", "about to pop", anything with the word "swollen" in it, and even if you think I haven't gained enough weight. I understand that people gain different amounts and that doctors recommend different things for each of the different patients. But in general, you wouldn't ask a "normal" person about their weight, so don't do it to me. I will ask the same back to you and act confused if you think it's weird.
4) DO NOT TOUCH ME! IF YOU TOUCH ME, I WILL TOUCH YOU BACK IN THE SAME MANNER! ESPECIALLY IN PUBLIC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. I don't care if it's instinct for you. It shouldn't be. When you touch my belly, you are NOT touching the baby, you are touching me. The baby is inside me. You cannot touch the baby until he/she is born.
Side note: Questions about how I plan to give birth, whether I plan to breastfeed, how I plan to diaper, etc. are all acceptable questions, as long as you accept that it is what I am going to do and do NOT try to tell me I'm wrong or change my mind. I understand things may not have worked for you, but that doesn't necessarily mean it won't for me. Accept it or shut up.
5) You are not invited to the birth. You may visit me in the hospital afterwards.
6) You may not invite yourself to my house afterwards. If you do, you will not be let in. You may call me and ask to visit, and I may decline or accept the offer. You may offer to bring me food, and I might accept, but that does NOT mean you may stay for a while. If I need you, I will ask. If you ask to stay longer, I may decline or accept your request. Remember, this is MY child and I will want alone time with him/her and Kenny.
These are my current rules. I reserve the right to add or remove any rules I choose. Perhaps in a future post, I will make a list of all that Kenny and I plan to do or not do with our baby.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Naked Dancing Baby.
Tomorrow, I'll be 11 weeks along. I unfortunately don't update this as much as I should, but nothing that interesting has really happened (in the pregnancy), not in my opinion, but how I think others would see it. I've had 3 prenatal appointments and ultrasounds so far.
4 weeks 5 days.
6 weeks 5 days.
10 weeks 5 days.
I haven't had really any "morning" sickness, which, yes I know, is VERY lucky of me. I have had some nausea, and I vomited once. For the first 8 weeks of this pregnancy, I LOVED watermelon. In fact, I ate a whole watermelon by myself one week because Kenny just didn't want any. Well apparently at 8 weeks 6 days, no more watermelon for me. Before, I craved fruit. Now, I mostly do not! It's funny how vomiting can change your entire view of food. The entire 9th week was spent in Europe. I was only nausea then a few times, when we were trying to hurry to board trains to other countries, when I hadn't eaten in a while, when there was a bit too much fat on my ham (or as they call it, bacon... it most certainly is NOT bacon). A lot of places and people in France spell like pee so that wasn't fun, but it was only one day.
So I haven't been sick, but I have been soooooo tired! I take 2-3 hour naps daily (with the cats), and then still go to bed at 10 every night. I'm not getting up super late or early in the mornings, usually around 7:30. I hate sleeping in, because it feels like such a waste, when really I need to do more with my days anyway.
Yesterday, was my 3rd prenatal appointment (picture above). I made Kenny come along. He didn't want to, but afterwards, I think he was much happier that he did and he's excited to go to the next one (June 30th). Tiny Baby (apparently, that's what I call small creatures, because I call Rosie "tiny cat") was kicking it's legs and moving it's arms all around. Then it started doing head stands and stuff. It was so awesome to get to see it moving around, because I can't feel it yet. I told the doctor that we think it's a boy and she mumbled about how it very well could be, so that's exciting. I asked to hear the heartbeat. It was 155 and sounded like... an overbalanced washing machine. You know, when all the clothes go to one side and you have to open it and even everything out... that's why it sounded like. :)
Funny story to relate about my other babies, the cats. While we were in Europe, we boarded the cats at our vet. I wanted to keep all the cats together because they wouldn't do well separated for a week, and we had them put in a dog kennel, because we have a kitten who very well might explode if put in a small space for too long (she's been super energetic since I got her, starting 30 minutes after her spay surgery. Most cats take 3 hours to really wake up from that, but after 30 mins she was up and at'em). Well, they were in the dog kennel with dogs on either sides of them in other kennels. This is what I was told went down: For the first day, the all stayed huddled inside the big carrier we left for them (Sammy has to have a big carrier b/c he's huge, so we left that one b/c I knew Luna would cherish it). After that they played with their toys (K and I supplied toys, food, and blankets) pretty much non-stop and kept knocking them out of the kennel. Every time someone walked by, they would put the toys back. The cats also figured out how to jump up onto the walls between the kennels. They would walk around on top of the walls and look down at the dogs. Sammy would lay on top of the walls and totally relax. He also figured out how to get out of the kennel (jumped up on wall and then down to outside of kennels) and would lay in front of the kennels with dogs in them and tease the dogs, by putting his feet in the cage and pulling them out quickly. He would also slap the dogs in the face. The entire vet staff got a big kick out of my cats. I know they would be more than happy to let us do it again, but it will be a while. When Sammy got home, we had to close him in the hall so we could bring all our stuff in without him tripping us up. He stood by the door and cried like he was being tortured. Poor guy thought we were leaving him again. Luna seems to have gained some courage from her vet excursion, because her usual reaction to coming home from a new place is to hide under the bed. This time, she walked around, tail held high and was just super happy for days. It was adorable. Rosie is still to young to realize that we really are her family and that was just a one time thing. She was just like "Okay. Whatever, I'll get a new family because I'm adorable, and I have my big bro and sister, so I'm cool." Silly kitten isn't quite as attached as Luna and Sammy are.
4 weeks 5 days.
6 weeks 5 days.
10 weeks 5 days.
I haven't had really any "morning" sickness, which, yes I know, is VERY lucky of me. I have had some nausea, and I vomited once. For the first 8 weeks of this pregnancy, I LOVED watermelon. In fact, I ate a whole watermelon by myself one week because Kenny just didn't want any. Well apparently at 8 weeks 6 days, no more watermelon for me. Before, I craved fruit. Now, I mostly do not! It's funny how vomiting can change your entire view of food. The entire 9th week was spent in Europe. I was only nausea then a few times, when we were trying to hurry to board trains to other countries, when I hadn't eaten in a while, when there was a bit too much fat on my ham (or as they call it, bacon... it most certainly is NOT bacon). A lot of places and people in France spell like pee so that wasn't fun, but it was only one day.
So I haven't been sick, but I have been soooooo tired! I take 2-3 hour naps daily (with the cats), and then still go to bed at 10 every night. I'm not getting up super late or early in the mornings, usually around 7:30. I hate sleeping in, because it feels like such a waste, when really I need to do more with my days anyway.
Yesterday, was my 3rd prenatal appointment (picture above). I made Kenny come along. He didn't want to, but afterwards, I think he was much happier that he did and he's excited to go to the next one (June 30th). Tiny Baby (apparently, that's what I call small creatures, because I call Rosie "tiny cat") was kicking it's legs and moving it's arms all around. Then it started doing head stands and stuff. It was so awesome to get to see it moving around, because I can't feel it yet. I told the doctor that we think it's a boy and she mumbled about how it very well could be, so that's exciting. I asked to hear the heartbeat. It was 155 and sounded like... an overbalanced washing machine. You know, when all the clothes go to one side and you have to open it and even everything out... that's why it sounded like. :)
Funny story to relate about my other babies, the cats. While we were in Europe, we boarded the cats at our vet. I wanted to keep all the cats together because they wouldn't do well separated for a week, and we had them put in a dog kennel, because we have a kitten who very well might explode if put in a small space for too long (she's been super energetic since I got her, starting 30 minutes after her spay surgery. Most cats take 3 hours to really wake up from that, but after 30 mins she was up and at'em). Well, they were in the dog kennel with dogs on either sides of them in other kennels. This is what I was told went down: For the first day, the all stayed huddled inside the big carrier we left for them (Sammy has to have a big carrier b/c he's huge, so we left that one b/c I knew Luna would cherish it). After that they played with their toys (K and I supplied toys, food, and blankets) pretty much non-stop and kept knocking them out of the kennel. Every time someone walked by, they would put the toys back. The cats also figured out how to jump up onto the walls between the kennels. They would walk around on top of the walls and look down at the dogs. Sammy would lay on top of the walls and totally relax. He also figured out how to get out of the kennel (jumped up on wall and then down to outside of kennels) and would lay in front of the kennels with dogs in them and tease the dogs, by putting his feet in the cage and pulling them out quickly. He would also slap the dogs in the face. The entire vet staff got a big kick out of my cats. I know they would be more than happy to let us do it again, but it will be a while. When Sammy got home, we had to close him in the hall so we could bring all our stuff in without him tripping us up. He stood by the door and cried like he was being tortured. Poor guy thought we were leaving him again. Luna seems to have gained some courage from her vet excursion, because her usual reaction to coming home from a new place is to hide under the bed. This time, she walked around, tail held high and was just super happy for days. It was adorable. Rosie is still to young to realize that we really are her family and that was just a one time thing. She was just like "Okay. Whatever, I'll get a new family because I'm adorable, and I have my big bro and sister, so I'm cool." Silly kitten isn't quite as attached as Luna and Sammy are.
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