I know I should really be spreading the pregnant stories out, but I just can't wait. Enjoy.
Over the weekend, I thought my stomach was starting to look different. (This is where you ignore the last few posts about how much saturated fat I have been eating.) But seriously, it didn't just look fat, it was a hard fat, a pregnant fat.
So I said to Matt, "Look! I think I'm showing!"
Matt looks and responds doubtfully, "Ummm no, I don't think you're showing."
Mars-Venus translation: "Darling, I think that's the Freebird's Burrito you just downed, not our raspberry-sized fetus."
(Whatever! My uterus is the size of a grapefruit!)
Men, when in doubt, your wife is showing.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
cravings, aversions, and my new found sense of smell
Warning: This post may awaken cravings you didn't know you had. If you are on a diet or if you are hungry, I highly suggest reading this on a full stomach.
During the first 4 weeks that I knew I was pregnant, I was afraid I might give it away because my nose was smelling things that no one else's nose could possibly smell.
I felt like I was constantly asking, "Do you smell that?" Usually the answer was, "No psycho."
Most notably, I found out that our bathroom has a permanent stench which I have never noticed before. I won't describe it, but let's just say I don't really go in there anymore.
What about food aversions?
Well, I know you won't believe this, but I have not been to Starbucks in OVER a week. Honestly, just thinking about drinking plain coffee (my drink of choice) makes me feel sick. The good news is that the smell of Starbucks doesn't bother me, so when I stop sleeping all day, I plan on returning to my 2nd home to read, study, blog, etc. I will just have to get a frappuccino instead of coffee.
Also, guacamole. I can't even give it a second thought. SICK! I feel the queasiness rising up.
What about cravings?
Anything from Taco Bell, McDonald's, breakfast tacos, Mexican Food, Italian Food, SODA, cheese, salt, grease, fat, and anything along those lines for starters. Okay, but I'm not really wanting burgers at all. By the way, it's okay if you want to barf right now - that probably means you're normal.
Anyway, these cravings get very specific at very specific times. For instance the other night I really wanted the bread and garlic butter from Spaghetti Warehouse. How random is that?
Another night, I demanded that Matt take me to Yogurt Planet. When we got there, I decided I didn't want yogurt anymore. So we drove about 20 feet to Mandola's (Italian). Upon arriving at Mandola's, I decided that I didn't want to go there anymore either. At this point, I decided that the answer was Chuy's. So at almost 10pm, Matt took me to Chuy's because I really wanted the mini chicken burrito with deluxe tomatillo sauce.
(By the way, after this episode I apologized to Matt for being sort of a brat, and his response was, "That's okay, I've already told myself that in order to get through the next 9 months I have to remember that I am not dealing with a rational being." Whatever. I am perfectly rational.)
I finally realized that a homemade lasagna or cheese tortellini hits the spot almost as well as a burrito from Chuy's, so it seems our wallets may have a chance of surviving this pregnancy.
Some other low points? (Besides the burrito story above.) I actually ordered a Mexican Pizza from Taco Bell. Haven't had one of those since 9th grade.
High points? (This is debatable.) Pancakes with lots of butter and syrup from Kerby Lane... twice in three days. Also, the sausage biscuit mentioned in my last blog.
As you might expect, Matt is scared. And I think he is amazed that I haven't ballooned yet. Key word = yet.
During the first 4 weeks that I knew I was pregnant, I was afraid I might give it away because my nose was smelling things that no one else's nose could possibly smell.
I felt like I was constantly asking, "Do you smell that?" Usually the answer was, "No psycho."
Most notably, I found out that our bathroom has a permanent stench which I have never noticed before. I won't describe it, but let's just say I don't really go in there anymore.
What about food aversions?
Well, I know you won't believe this, but I have not been to Starbucks in OVER a week. Honestly, just thinking about drinking plain coffee (my drink of choice) makes me feel sick. The good news is that the smell of Starbucks doesn't bother me, so when I stop sleeping all day, I plan on returning to my 2nd home to read, study, blog, etc. I will just have to get a frappuccino instead of coffee.
Also, guacamole. I can't even give it a second thought. SICK! I feel the queasiness rising up.
What about cravings?
Anything from Taco Bell, McDonald's, breakfast tacos, Mexican Food, Italian Food, SODA, cheese, salt, grease, fat, and anything along those lines for starters. Okay, but I'm not really wanting burgers at all. By the way, it's okay if you want to barf right now - that probably means you're normal.
Anyway, these cravings get very specific at very specific times. For instance the other night I really wanted the bread and garlic butter from Spaghetti Warehouse. How random is that?
Another night, I demanded that Matt take me to Yogurt Planet. When we got there, I decided I didn't want yogurt anymore. So we drove about 20 feet to Mandola's (Italian). Upon arriving at Mandola's, I decided that I didn't want to go there anymore either. At this point, I decided that the answer was Chuy's. So at almost 10pm, Matt took me to Chuy's because I really wanted the mini chicken burrito with deluxe tomatillo sauce.
(By the way, after this episode I apologized to Matt for being sort of a brat, and his response was, "That's okay, I've already told myself that in order to get through the next 9 months I have to remember that I am not dealing with a rational being." Whatever. I am perfectly rational.)
I finally realized that a homemade lasagna or cheese tortellini hits the spot almost as well as a burrito from Chuy's, so it seems our wallets may have a chance of surviving this pregnancy.
Some other low points? (Besides the burrito story above.) I actually ordered a Mexican Pizza from Taco Bell. Haven't had one of those since 9th grade.
High points? (This is debatable.) Pancakes with lots of butter and syrup from Kerby Lane... twice in three days. Also, the sausage biscuit mentioned in my last blog.
As you might expect, Matt is scared. And I think he is amazed that I haven't ballooned yet. Key word = yet.
Monday, July 13, 2009
three songs that describe my life right now
1. "Hungry like the wolf." (Duran Duran)
So I had a conversation with a friend at church yesterday that went something like this.
Friend: So how are you feeling?
Leah: Fine, I am just hungry ALL THE TIME.
Friend: But your not nauseous or anything?
Leah: Well, only when I'm hungry.
My solution to this problem is to never get the slightest bit hungry.
Yesterday I hit up the McDonald's drive through on the way to church. I had plans to order the somewhat healthier Egg McMuffin with no cheese or anything, but when it was time to spout the order, pregnant Leah took over and ordered a Sausage Biscuit and an orange juice.
Let's just say taking prenatal vitamins is probably going to be a good idea.
Also Matt told me I was going to have to "reign in the cravings."
2. "I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired." (Candle by White Tie Affair)
Last Wednesday I literally was awake for only 3 hours between 12:01am and 4:45pm. At 4:45 I woke up, stayed awake till about 10:00pm, and went back to sleep for an entire night without waking up. The 3 hours I was awake were not consecutive. In between my naps I ate, read, and tried to go to the gym but to no avail.
I can't say most other days have looked much different. On Friday I woke up for breakfast with a friend, fell asleep till lunch, then woke up around 4:30 to get ready for dinner.
So I'm not sick, but I'm so tired that it feels like I have mono... so I might as well be sick is all I'm sayin'. August 12th is the end of the 1st trimester, and I am looking forward to it.
3. "I wish it would rain down." (Phil Collins)
This one has nothing to do with pregnancy, but everything to do with the fact that if we have another 100+ degree day here in Austin I'm afraid the entire city might actually burn.
Our grass is dying. Our electricity bills are not going to be pretty and neither are our water bills. And the lake might actually be empty if we don't get some serious rain by the end of the summer.
I would not be disappointed if it rained all day, every day, from today all the way till the end of September. And of course Matt is getting really bored with the forecast these days.
So tell me, what songs describe your life right now?
So I had a conversation with a friend at church yesterday that went something like this.
Friend: So how are you feeling?
Leah: Fine, I am just hungry ALL THE TIME.
Friend: But your not nauseous or anything?
Leah: Well, only when I'm hungry.
My solution to this problem is to never get the slightest bit hungry.
Yesterday I hit up the McDonald's drive through on the way to church. I had plans to order the somewhat healthier Egg McMuffin with no cheese or anything, but when it was time to spout the order, pregnant Leah took over and ordered a Sausage Biscuit and an orange juice.
Let's just say taking prenatal vitamins is probably going to be a good idea.
Also Matt told me I was going to have to "reign in the cravings."
2. "I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired." (Candle by White Tie Affair)
Last Wednesday I literally was awake for only 3 hours between 12:01am and 4:45pm. At 4:45 I woke up, stayed awake till about 10:00pm, and went back to sleep for an entire night without waking up. The 3 hours I was awake were not consecutive. In between my naps I ate, read, and tried to go to the gym but to no avail.
I can't say most other days have looked much different. On Friday I woke up for breakfast with a friend, fell asleep till lunch, then woke up around 4:30 to get ready for dinner.
So I'm not sick, but I'm so tired that it feels like I have mono... so I might as well be sick is all I'm sayin'. August 12th is the end of the 1st trimester, and I am looking forward to it.
3. "I wish it would rain down." (Phil Collins)
This one has nothing to do with pregnancy, but everything to do with the fact that if we have another 100+ degree day here in Austin I'm afraid the entire city might actually burn.
Our grass is dying. Our electricity bills are not going to be pretty and neither are our water bills. And the lake might actually be empty if we don't get some serious rain by the end of the summer.
I would not be disappointed if it rained all day, every day, from today all the way till the end of September. And of course Matt is getting really bored with the forecast these days.
So tell me, what songs describe your life right now?
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Gibbizarre is justified.
Well, in only a matter of months we will be saying goodbye to our DINK status and our blog will be justified because...
(Notice the faint line on the very top one.)
(And you thought I was slacking over here at Gibbizarre. Au contraire, mon frère.)
I think you get the picture, but in case you need some help interpreting... I am preggers!!!!!!!!!!!! And it's only taken 6 pregnancy tests over the course of almost 8 weeks to convince me.
The very first test I took barely detected the pregnancy hormone, as you can see above. I took the test, and immediately the "not pregnant" line came up, so I threw the test in the trash and moved on.
About 5 minutes later I went back to the trash can, picked the test out of the trash to double check, and that's when I noticed a very faint line at which point I screamed - since I knew that a false positive was highly unlikely. At which point Matt ran to the bathroom to ask what the problem was. At which point I told him there were two lines on my pregnancy test. At which point he asked what that meant. At which point I told him. At which point he realized that this should be a special moment and so he gave me a hug.
Since I haven't really gotten sick (unless extreme hunger and exhaustion counts), I wake up some days and wonder if I am still pregnant. The result of this uncertainty is the aforementioned 6 completed pregnancy tests. Don't worry, the last 2 or 3 were like cheap HEB brand tests.
Matt has forbidden me from purchasing any more tests, and so unless something drastic happens I am going to assume that I am still in fact pregnant.
We've known since June 14th, but we just started telling the world last week. I will go to the doctor on July 24th, and according to my impeccable calculations I will be 8 weeks along on Wednesday.
No fear, I already have tons of stories, and I promise you'll be entertained for several weeks to come.
(Notice the faint line on the very top one.)
(And you thought I was slacking over here at Gibbizarre. Au contraire, mon frère.)I think you get the picture, but in case you need some help interpreting... I am preggers!!!!!!!!!!!! And it's only taken 6 pregnancy tests over the course of almost 8 weeks to convince me.
The very first test I took barely detected the pregnancy hormone, as you can see above. I took the test, and immediately the "not pregnant" line came up, so I threw the test in the trash and moved on.
About 5 minutes later I went back to the trash can, picked the test out of the trash to double check, and that's when I noticed a very faint line at which point I screamed - since I knew that a false positive was highly unlikely. At which point Matt ran to the bathroom to ask what the problem was. At which point I told him there were two lines on my pregnancy test. At which point he asked what that meant. At which point I told him. At which point he realized that this should be a special moment and so he gave me a hug.
Since I haven't really gotten sick (unless extreme hunger and exhaustion counts), I wake up some days and wonder if I am still pregnant. The result of this uncertainty is the aforementioned 6 completed pregnancy tests. Don't worry, the last 2 or 3 were like cheap HEB brand tests.
Matt has forbidden me from purchasing any more tests, and so unless something drastic happens I am going to assume that I am still in fact pregnant.
We've known since June 14th, but we just started telling the world last week. I will go to the doctor on July 24th, and according to my impeccable calculations I will be 8 weeks along on Wednesday.
No fear, I already have tons of stories, and I promise you'll be entertained for several weeks to come.
Friday, July 3, 2009
on the day when no one reads blogs
Happy birthday to MATT!!!!! My wonderful man is a whopping 2-6 today, and it's freakin' me out a little bit. So far I am really good at celebrating Matt's bday.
I brought him breakfast tacos at work (and of course picked up 2 for myself). Then I brought him a fresh, fast, and healthy SUB from Thundercloud for lunch. Of course I also had to stop at Chick-Fil-A to pick up a chocolate milkshake for myself before dropping off the T-Cloud. (I generously gave him a sip since it's his birthday.) And next to celebrate my prince charming, I will go get hair hilites. (And btw, that's the way the salon spells "highlights" so I left it.)
You might remember that usually after any sort of a hair appointment, I like to drop by Matt's office to show off the new hair. You might also remember that Matt has learned to flatter me and tell me how much he likes it. If you are really bored, I suggest re-reading those linked posts - they reveal a lot about our marriage.
Anyway, Matt knew I had an appointment today, but forgot what time it was so when I dropped by his office with lunch, he immediately commented, "Did you get your hair done?" I should have said yes to see how he'd react, but I told the truth since it's his birthday.
Another conversation we had as I was dropping off his lunch:
Leah (in a really excited voice): "HEY! If we dress up like cows on July 10th, we get a free meal from chick-fil-a!!!"
Matt (laughing/in a did you really just suggest that tone of voice): "Ummm, okaaaaaaaaaay."
I couldn't tell if he was down for that or not. What do you think?
On another note, I saw my friend from college, and fellow bloggy friend, Allison, at Starbucks yesterday. I'm sure the first thought to fly through her brain when she saw me was something along the lines of, "Funny finding you here." But she's a regular too. Is it a problem that I knew what drink she was going to order just from following her blog? Probably.
Back to celebrating this historic day of birth. Matt's getting off early to go play golf for his birthday, and I was going to try to be a trooper and ride around in the cart with him in the 1000000 degree heat, but then he found 3 other people to go with him, so now there's no room in the cart, which means I will have to take a nap in my air-conditioned house instead. Let me tell you how disappointed I am.
Well, that's all for now. I will try to stay more up to date on the blog posts. In the meantime, Happy Bday Matt! Happy Bday USA!
I brought him breakfast tacos at work (and of course picked up 2 for myself). Then I brought him a fresh, fast, and healthy SUB from Thundercloud for lunch. Of course I also had to stop at Chick-Fil-A to pick up a chocolate milkshake for myself before dropping off the T-Cloud. (I generously gave him a sip since it's his birthday.) And next to celebrate my prince charming, I will go get hair hilites. (And btw, that's the way the salon spells "highlights" so I left it.)
You might remember that usually after any sort of a hair appointment, I like to drop by Matt's office to show off the new hair. You might also remember that Matt has learned to flatter me and tell me how much he likes it. If you are really bored, I suggest re-reading those linked posts - they reveal a lot about our marriage.
Anyway, Matt knew I had an appointment today, but forgot what time it was so when I dropped by his office with lunch, he immediately commented, "Did you get your hair done?" I should have said yes to see how he'd react, but I told the truth since it's his birthday.
Another conversation we had as I was dropping off his lunch:
Leah (in a really excited voice): "HEY! If we dress up like cows on July 10th, we get a free meal from chick-fil-a!!!"
Matt (laughing/in a did you really just suggest that tone of voice): "Ummm, okaaaaaaaaaay."
I couldn't tell if he was down for that or not. What do you think?
On another note, I saw my friend from college, and fellow bloggy friend, Allison, at Starbucks yesterday. I'm sure the first thought to fly through her brain when she saw me was something along the lines of, "Funny finding you here." But she's a regular too. Is it a problem that I knew what drink she was going to order just from following her blog? Probably.
Back to celebrating this historic day of birth. Matt's getting off early to go play golf for his birthday, and I was going to try to be a trooper and ride around in the cart with him in the 1000000 degree heat, but then he found 3 other people to go with him, so now there's no room in the cart, which means I will have to take a nap in my air-conditioned house instead. Let me tell you how disappointed I am.
Well, that's all for now. I will try to stay more up to date on the blog posts. In the meantime, Happy Bday Matt! Happy Bday USA!
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