So you may or may not have noticed that I have been absent from blogging for quite some time now with no apparent excuses made. Well I am now capable of telling you that it is because I am...
At the moment I am roughly about 10 weeks along and you obviously know what that means: morning sickness. Yes that is right, I have been so miserable that I could not even bring myself to write anything which is unusual for me because I like to blab a lot. Between the vomiting, the chasing the toddler around and managing a household, I have been beat. I’ve still managed to post links from time to time, or ‘share’ on my fb page other’s links, but nothing more than that. I’ve spent more time sitting on the couch playing Red Dead Redemption on xbox with a tower of water bottles next to me than anything else. Productivity was not my forte. But I’m feeling better now and all revved up for this pregnancy so be prepared for a plethora of posts related to the topic!
So onto the interesting stuff about my life.
For this pregnancy I have been blessed with managing to get into the very limited midwifery care available in my city and will be meeting my midwife next week. This has relieved so much of my stress around the pregnancy since I refuse to birth in another damn hospital again where the service is shite, and was even willing to travel to another city or province to find a midwife. That is the extent of my ire with the maternity care system in Canada. I will be blogging more about that topic as well (I’m currently reading so much interesting stuff on the history of obstetrics...scary stuff really. Once you know the truth, you will be wary of hospital birthing evermore. I guarantee.) However, the good news is this time around I can have my homebirth and avoid all that crap and birth peacefully and gently in a safe environment surrounded by the people of my choice. Awesome. So I’m pretty excited about that.
What I’m not too excited about is this cursed morning sickness that has been preventing me from ingesting some of my favorite foods. Apparently I can no longer tolerate pesto and will projectile vomit if I so much as smell it. My husband’s cologne is another trigger, and so is salmon. We used to eat salmon at least once a week now I refuse to even have it in the house. Don’t worry though, I’m taking cod fish oil directly to combat it. I got this. I’m also taking Sisu prenatals to get all the other nutrients I’m probably not getting as well as drinking nettle tea, getting vitamin D drops, and reluctantly drinking magnesium powder in my orange juice. There are a few other minerals/vitamins I may need to supplement as I cannot tolerate any dairy products (despite loving them SO MUCH), or red meat, or any other seafood. So right now I’m living off toast, chicken, and fruit. It’s getting old really fast but I lack imagination.
More interesting tidbits: till about a month ago I had been following an intense workout routine that my fit-as-shit army husband devised for me that was melting all my baby fat from the previous pregnancy and was re-developing sexy abs (you could actually see them)...but then...quite suddenly...my belly exploded. Now I look like I am 20 weeks pregnant instead of 10 but it’s definitely not baby. My seamonkey at this point could comfortably fit in someone’s hand and has not moved passed my uterus. So WTH?! Apparently muscle memory is an asshole and likes to prematurely extend the bowels and other bits in preparation for the baby growing, thus foiling my plans to be sexy in a bikini this summer. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still delicious in my vintage-style cherry print one piece, but I am somewhat less sex-appeal-ish. Went I went to the gym this week, with my noticeable baby belly, I got many confused stares from the juice monkeys who regularly saw me work out there for several months. I owned my workout though, (although I needed to downsize the intensity because it was too much for me now) breaking much more of a sweat than the other fillies pretending to exercise there with all their makeup on and their lululemon pants. Pregnant lady WIN.
So I may be pregnant, and crabby, and bloated, but I’m still awesome.