11 week streak

I really need to stop being so slack and write more. The problem is, I feel more verbose in the evenings, but I can’t sit in the conputer chair in the evenings. All I can do is sit and be bloated on the couch. Next Saturday when Jake takes my belly picture in the morning, I am going to make him take a comparison one in the night. I swear I’m huge at night.It is kind of freaky in the mornings when I bend or sit slightly folded up or something and there isn’t this huge belly getting squished.

I know I seem to complain a lot, but I am totally loving being pregnant. It’s just… I want to write about EVERYTHING, and most of the obvious things at this point come out as whinges. Just know, Jake hears a LOT more whinging that you ever will.

When did I last write… Friday? Ugh. I need to stop being such a slack Sez!

On Saturday, I had to go get my blood stolen from me. We left as early as we could, the place had been open I think 20 minutes by the time we got there (we had to go to the bank first, otherwise we would’ve been even earlier). Walked in, they sent me straight to a room and then BAM 5 vials (are they vials? Jake says they are but I think that word belongs to bigger containers…) were full of my blood. And then they wanted me to pee, which I couldn’t do. The piece of paper with my test-list on it should have said something about pee, I would have saved it if I had known! I have so much of it!

We left and did our grocery shopping, where I got yogurt raisins AND an awesome rice cracker mix thing that is something I have been wanting for a while but did not know what it was. Jake spotted it while I was looking at the dried fruits. The rice crackers are awesome adn tasty, the yogurt raisins are sickeningly sweet. WTF America, what’s with all the super-sweets? I can only eat 1 or 2 the yogurt coating is that sweet. Such a sadness.

The rest of Saturday was spent inside with the ACs on. I’m not sure if it was hot, I think it was, but it was definitely humid. It was only humid, not hot, when we got home at 10:30. Dinner was delicious chicken tikka masala, that I always wrap up in a piece of naan and refer to as a naan-rito. It is one of my favourite meals, especially the part where all the bits of chicken and veggies are gone and I’m just left with tasty saucy naan. (Jake used to eat his stuff on top of the naan, with knife and fork so there was a bit of naan in each bite. One time I forced him to try naan-rito. He has never returned to his old way. Naan-rito RULES)

Dinner was postponed for a while because Jake was so eager with prep that he started cooking before I was hungry. I figured I had just eaten too much of the rice cracker mix. Felt ill, like if I barely tried gagging I could have easily thrown up, but I refuse to ever force myself to puke. Ever. We started dinner, I got about halfway through and had to go expel it.

I always knew I ate like a duck (I don’t chew my food, unless it is a sandwich, then I chew until it disolves in my mouth. I try, but I forget. For this reason, nachos are painful. You should try swallowing not-properly-chewed tortilla chips) but I’ve never thrown up so close to eating to know how much I ate like a duck.

As soon as I was done, I felt FANTASTICALLY AMAZING. Straight back to eating, and that second half of naan-rito was the tastiest naan-rito I have ever had. I was sad when I finished because it was sooo good. I spent the rest of the evening remarking to Jake how amazingly GOOD I felt. I guess puking eased the evening-bloat.

So I made it 11 weeks into the pregnancy without puking, and even then I think it was a delayed reaction to getting some of my blood stolen. I haven’t felt pukey since, so YAY for that. (I am totally having leftover indian for dinner tonight. I want another naan-rito!!)

Sunday, I’m not sure what we did. I think I stayed in bed well past the point I should have gotten up, so that Jake could keep sleeping. Our bed is noisy and he wakes easily, so if I want him to sleep I have to sleep.

Monday… Jake had planned to go for a walk in the afternoon. He actually planned to start that regime the week before, but then the death-heat kicked in, so it was postponed. We used to walk every afternoon, but then my ass-muscle pain (I am gettting sick of the word piriformis, even if it sounds less… assy) made it so we couldn’t. So the new plan is, Jake walks on his own, I relax at home (or do some wii fit yoga or something) until my pain if fully gone and I can manage a 2 mile walk again.

There was no walk yesterday, because it started to rain just before Jake came home from work. Probably for the best, I was going to walk to the post office with him and then come home (a 0.2 mile walk, according to google maps) but I had napped all afternoon. Which was lovely, awesome naps (featuring the super-fluffy Grace kitty sleeping on my lap with her face resting on my bare belly, it was like she spent an hour listening to the baby!) but meant I didn’t snack all afternoon. And snacks are so necessary. Too necessary, almost. Hopefully we get to do our walks today.

Man I need a snack…

Mean baby either doesn’t like the naan or, more likely, something in the tikka masala sauce we use.  It is going to be a long time before I can have naan-rito again, such a pity, that is my absolute favourite meal that we make.

I got finished with my dinner last night, stood up, and all of a sudden had to go get rid of it. SADNESS! I guess I felt physically good afterwards (even though there was no horrible buildup so no sudden relief) but I was so very sad that I didn’t get to digest the tasty.

Weird part – it didn’t make me hungry afterwards. I felt like I was still very full of dinner.