dreams

Pregnancy dreams are the weirdest.  The most vivid dreams that just stick with you all day.  Kind of like the nausea that I thought was gone, but just keeps rearing its ugly head.

Last night I was moving to New York City.  I was climbing fire escapes.  Riding ferries across the Hudson.  Eating in impossibly tiny restaurants.  Everything.  So naturally when I finally calmed my nausea to get out of bed this morning, I found all of the apartments that I could move to in the West Village.  I'm probably a West Village kind of girl.  Never having been to New York [not even a fly-through].  Ever.  That's just my guess.  Never would I fit into the Upper East Side.  

Today I composed my most convincing email to J about why we needed to move, complete with my 4 favorite, sort of in our price range, apartments.

He remains unconvinced.  He's too sensible about how much we'd miss our family, this baby, grown up things.

Here I sit.  In Iowa.

additionally: dreams included running through a labyrinth a la Percy Jackson book 4 [every place in the labyrinth was someplace I've been like hospitals, the Mall of America, a Bed Bath and Beyond in Chicago across from the Weber Grill Restaurant, ribs please?], also a horrible dream that I had a miscarriage.  I won't go into detail about that one, but it was very detailed.  

Lady loves shedding on the couch

And she hates when we vacuum the couch.  I have to hold her collar so she doesn't go bark at the vacuum.  Poor girl.

Today I worked almost nine hours.  Last week I worked 9 hours in 3 days.  We're definitely getting somewhere with this nausea.  I still have yet to have any return of energy.  I'm honestly going to hit the sack at 8:30 tonight and sleep until 7 tomorrow.  Beautiful.  Maybe read some Percy Jackson before I fall asleep.  It's market research for when this baby is born.  I'm giving the series a rating of "okay" so far.  Nothing can touch Harry Potter.

I've gained 9 pounds in 1 month.  The first trimester of pregnancy you're supposed to gain 2-5 pounds.  I've gained 9.  I'm very nervous for the next two trimesters.  If I keep going at this rate, I'll have gained about another 60 pounds by the time this baby makes its appearance.

On that note... I'm starving.

Tribute to skinny Megan.  Who knows if I'll ever be that size again.  Totally worth it for a little mini Justin though.

tiny human

It even looks like a human!

It's 2 pm and I'm still in my pajamas.

I went to bed at 10 pm maybe 10:30. Was awake between 5:30 and 7 am then slept until 9:15. I still feel like I got hit by a truck. 

I'm still gagging. But maybe less? 

We get to do a head count tomorrow. As long as it's not quadruplets I think we can handle this. 

progress

1. I didn't gag once on Saturday and even made it to a wedding.  Hooray! 

2. I worked for 5 hours today.

3. I just looked at recipes for about a half hour and found some that sounded good.

4. I forgot to take my anti-nausea medication last night because I didn't need it.

5. I no longer feel the need to stay in bed until 10 am.

Still needing work:

1. I had to lay on the couch all day yesterday to recover from my "active" weekend.

2. I only worked 5 hours today.

3. I haven't emptied the dishwasher or re-filled it.

4. I haven't hung up any of the clean laundry that we did last week.

5. I have no intention of preparing dinner tonight.

We'll get there.  I hear 12 weeks is where it's at.  1 week until then!

This is at the arboretum from when J's parent's visited.  I was sucking on preggie pop drops like it was my job.

In which I wear a shirt with a fajita stain on it....from yesterday.

It happened again.  The not going to work because I'm too exhausted to put my dishes in the dishwasher.  I slept 11 hours last night.  And I could take a 2 hour nap right now.  I'm so annoyed with this.  Of being useless.  

Justin is winning right now.  He's the best.  He made fajitas last night that were so good.  I scarfed one down before he had even sat down to take his first bite.  Sorry...  

This weekend is the weekend of my birthday and if I'm feeling better, I'm going to make a cake.  And if I'm not, I'm going to reschedule my birthday.  Because sometimes I do that.

This was a waste.

And how good does baked potato soup sound right now?

day-by-day

I've been spending my days mostly the same. Lots of lounging on the couch. Flipping between Bravo, E, and Food Network. I'm going to have to change the channel quick, the Barefoot Contessa is making a celery salad and that makes me particularly gaggy. 

I haven't been to the grocery store in weeks. I've been outsourcing that to Justin. Just like everything else. Yesterday I had a complete mental breakdown about how bad the refrigerator smells. Like. Mental. He earned a high spot in heaven spending an hour cleaning out every nook, cranny, and crevice that the fridge has. And still, I gag when I open it. Pretty sure there's no bad smell in the fridge. It's all in my head. Or nose?

I've finally made it to a couple hours of work a day with some huge deep breaths to try to calm the nausea. Today though I had to get blood drawn, and the tech made me lay down on the cot with the teddy bear paper so I wouldn't faint. So that's just embarrassing.  

Everyone is reassuring me that it'll only be a couple more weeks and I'll feel fine. I pray they're right!

How beautiful is that sick-day breakfast? Gorgeous.