Okay, I promise I will not lean this blog toward a pregnancy blog... well... no promises actually, but I really will try to mix it up. Today, however, I speak to you about pregnancy.
I am officially ten weeks pregnant. That is 1/4 of the way done. 75% of this pregnancy is still ahead of me. So why do I feel like a giant walrus?
You may remember when I told you about my cravings, that unlike my first pregnancy, this pregnancy has me eating every two hours. Well, as of two days ago, that is over, my friends. Yesterday and today, I have barely been able to eat breakfast and lunch, and I haven't been able to eat dinner at all.
I am not feeling nauseated, really. Let me describe it the best way I can... Picture eating Thanksgiving dinner. Now when I say "eating Thanksgiving dinner," I mean starting with the little olives and pickles and corn cob thingies all the way through the potatoes, stuffing and turkey (for my vegetarian friends... extra helpings of the potatoes will be fine), then CONTINUING IMMEDIATELY on to dessert -- pumpkin pie, apple pie, pecan pie, or any combination you may normally enjoy. You know that feeling you have right after you eat all that? As if you might explode if you simply pointed gently at your belly? Now, imagine feeling like that ALL DAY. You feel that way while you sort books out of boxes onto carts, as you bend down to the bottom shelf to retrieve that title for a patron, and as you walk across the library just to get to the breakroom so you can sit down for a cotton-picking minute. Are you miserable? I thought so.
So at lunch time, I still really wasn't hungry, but since I was scheduled to be on desks all afternoon, I knew I had to eat something -- last chance and all. I had a Chick-fil-a sandwich and then forced down about four waffle fries, simply because I paid for them, dammit... I needed to eat at least a few! And I have been paying for it ever since. All day, I feel like a giant walrus must feel... flopping around on flippers dragging that huge belly across the floor. I have been WADDLING today, and I'm not even showing! I can't wear my pants anymore, though... apparently my belly remembers what it is supposed to do, and it is doing it right now... way before it is necessary.
So I don't have slimy skin, a big moustache, or long pointy tusks... but I am the walrus... koo koo kachoo.