International baby

Before I start a giant ramble, I have to say… I make the best faux-omelette. I’ve only made one, and I’ve never had a real omelette so I can’t compare (the idea that the inside isn’t fully solid has always freaked me out) but man, tastiest and cutest looking lunch ever. 1 egg, half a slice of ham, 1 scallion. Chopped the scallion and ham nice and tiny, heated until making noise, dumped the egg on top, put the lid on and let it do its thing until the top was set. And then I folded it to look omeletty. I do like saying "fomlet" as well.

And as you now know (or if you don’t, look at the picture on my previous entry!) there is a fabulous, amazing reason my entries (including private ones) for the past month  all start with food. I’m pretty much eating all the time. Small amounts, and often. And it has all been AMAZING food, because if I don’t want something, I can’t eat it. Like I started out craving pretzels (and hummus, which I’ve never liked before. Jake and baby have something in common) but now if I try to eat that I physically cannot make myself swallow it.

I had to interrupt my previous paragraph because there was a cat apparently stuck in the bathtub, meowing pathetically at me to come rescue her. Instead I sat on the vanity and she jumped out and came over for snuggly time. She such a demander of snuggles, which I will never complain about. It is absolutely lovely, and helps calm the intense desire for the baby to be out in the world so I can cuddle him or her, which is also awesome. Mowgli lets us scoop him up and hold him like a baby sometimes too, so combined they totally fill our snuggly baby needs.

Anyway. So, we found out I was pregnant a month ago. Only because I was at the drug store (getting a ‘welcome to the world’ card for Elouise) and figured it had been a while since I’d peed on a stick. I was so sure I wasn’t pregnant. If fact, I KNEW I wasn’t pregnant. So when I saw this, my first thought was "huh, guess this is a bad one & that’s why the ‘not’ didn’t show up." It took another test from the same packet, and then a 3rd that was a completely different brand before I actually believed it. And then the next morning I took the second test from the second packet because I was so sure the day before was a dream.

That weekend, we went to Planned Parenthood so I could get a pregnancy confirmation so I could apply for insurance and such. (I would have applied for insurance before, seeing as we were trying to get pregnant, but we were both so certain it would take a long time, if it ever happened, that I didn’t see the rush.) 3rd party confirmation of the PREGNANT status made me believe it was true, but until yesterday when we saw the baby moving around, I was kind of convinced I was actually crazy and it was just a chemical pregnancy. That was one of my main reasons for not wanting to announce it until I had pictorial proof that I was in fact growing life inside me. Now I can look at the photo on the desk whenever I feel ‘not pregnant enough’. I have barely any symptoms, my boobs ached for a week or so, and I’m hungry a lot more. But other than that, nothing really. No morning sickness. I get a bit of evening sick-feeling, but that is generally because I have to eat a LOT or the prenatal multi I take with dinner makes me want to throw up. And I just can’t eat huge piles of food. Nutella is a fantastic ‘medicine’ for that though, gives me a bunch of calories without a bunch of overly-full feeling.

So anyway, as it turns out (assuming the tech was totally accurate) we got pregnant with just 6 weeks of not-even-serious trying. And 2 of those weeks my Dad was visiting, so those don’t count. Tomorrow I am 10 weeks pregnant, and the little Sezsquidlet (which is SO what I am calling it, thanks Candice! You always come up with the best combo-names!) is due to arrive on February 11th. One of the coolest things is, because of Jake’s memory book, we can look at the estimated day of conception and know exactly what we did then. Which was watch lots of movies and tv, and laze about a lot. Perfect, lovely type of day, great time to create life.

So now I have a lot to do. I have my first pre-natal doctor’s appointment next Thursday (although it is with a midwife, not a doctor. Which I think is really cool that the place I picked has midwives on staff), which I’m going to alone (Jake doesn’t want to take 2 half-Thursdays in a row which is totally understandable) and then we get to schedule all the fun things like testing. Jake says his epidermoid cyst was caused by a neural tube defect when he was in utero (according to his research, that’s the only way it could have happened. I’ll trust him) so we are going to get this one tested for that. I have to make giant lists of all the stuff we will need (and another one for stuff we want.) I have to work out, maybe just in my head or maybe on paper, how we are going to fit a baby and all its stuff in our bedroom…

But really, the most pressing thing I have to do is clean. I haven’t swept in a week or so. I haven’t dusted in who knows how long. This place is grotty, but I’m constantly exhausted (especially now, yesterday I barely slept because I was so excited. This morning I woke up at 4 to pee and couldn’t get back to sleep because of back aches). According to my mum, I have 2 more weeks of exhaustion and then I should get a bit of my energy back. Which would be nice. Now if only my shifting center of gravity would stop making my back and (especially my) butt hurt, I could actually do stuff. Maybe. Lousy piriformis muscles.

Title is what Amrai told me I should name this big rambly entry. I do what I’m told.

Oh! Want to see my belly?

I really wish I took a picture the day I found out I was pregnant, but I just kept forgetting. It would have been smart to have a ‘pre-baby’ belly shot too, just so I could compare that too. I’ve always had a bit of a belly going on, and it is bigger, but I think it is mostly all the extra food I’ve been eating. Speaking of, this entry took almost 2 hours to write. I’m hungry.