… why did you have to vomit on the rug that I brought back from the dry-cleaner FIVE MINUTES AGO? I get that you ate a piece of pork bone when I took you for a walk (that I tried unsuccessfully to pry out of your mouth) but you could have vomited anywhere else but on the rug that I just got cleaned.
I love you, but I wish you had more common sense.
I’ve been torn about whether or not to keep a baby journal. Part of me thinks it’s sweet and the other part (the dominant part) thinks it’s tacky and pointless because really, will my child ever care about the fact that by the time I was 8 weeks pregnant I had lost 10 pounds because I couldn’t eat anything? That EVERYTHING made me want to vomit, and that I was severely constipated? Probably not. Even if I wanted to, I can’t buy one here so it’s kind of moot.
I’ve read that losing weight in the beginning is normal, and don’t get me wrong, usually I would be all for losing weight. Except that regarless of my weight-loss, my pants are too tight and I spend most of time in yoga pants because they’re the only ones that fit. So, losing weight, but belly expanding. Totally not fair.
Also, my new B cup size is uncharted territory. I’ve always been a small A cup, and now I’m busting out of a B cup and I have no ides how to handle these bigger boobs, and the cleavage. Oh my sweet baby Jesus, the cleavage. Hubby loves it, of course, but I can’t help but feel slutty most of the time with these big boobs and cleavage. Like, HELLO! LOOK AT MY BOOBS! Most of the time I try to wear loose, baggy tops because we’re not telling anyone yet and if people start noticing that my boobs are bigger the cat’s out of the bag.
Some people have made comments, but I try to laugh it off, "Oh, you wouldn’t believe what a Wonder Bra does these days!"
And see, now I’m hungry (I’m ALWAYS hungry) and off to eat one of the three things that appeal to me right now; plain yogurt, Weetabix (to help with the constipation but also bland enough to not make me want to vomit), and toast with peanut butter. I’ve been living off these things for the past two weeks.
I should probably eat more vegetables, but guess what? The thought of eating something green makes me want to vomit.
We’re dog sitting a friend’s dog for a couple week while they’re on vacation. I mention this only because it adds to my exaustion, having these two dogs to walk all the time. I’m tired ALL. THE. TIME. Also, I’m hungry ALL. THE. TIME. But the thing is, I can’t eat anything because the minute I get close to food, I gag. I have to force yogurt down my throat in the morning and the only thing I seem to be able to eat without throwing up are Tater Tots and roasted carrots.
Seriously.
This prego thing sucks. And only 33 more weeks to go!
Another side effect of this pregnancy is that I want to be the centre of attention around Hubby, and if I’m not – I cry. This morning he was whining because I didn’t come back to bed after walking the dogs to give him a hug. Inside I’m thinking, "OH REALLY! WHAT ABOUT ME? I’M PREGNANT AND EXHAUSTED AND I WALKED THE DOGS AND I DESERVE A GODAMNED MEDAL!" but what I said was, "Oh grow up." And then I cried.
Plus he took my favourite name (Olive) off the baby name list and I’m PISSED about that.
PLUS, I’m so bloated because I can’t poop (maybe cause I’m not drinking coffee?) that I can’t fit into any of my pants.
Hubby doesn’t want to tell anyone but I have to tell SOMEONE, so I’m telling the internet.
I’m 5 weeks pregnant. Due on May 20, 2010.
(Those who are my friends on Facebook and know me IRL, DO NOT POST THIS NEWS ON FACEBOOK. IT IS A SECRET BETWEEN YOU AND ME AND THE INTERNET. GOT IT?)
And no Aunt Flo. If she doesn’t come by Wednesday, I will pee on a stick (although I’m just pretty sure my ovulation is fucked up because of being on the pill for so long).
Recipe is by Nigella Lawson and in her book Feast.
For the cake:
250 ml Guinness
250 g unsalted butter
75 g cocoa
1 x 142 ml pot sour cream
2 eggs
1 tbsp vanilla extract
275 g plain flour
2 1/2 tsp bicarbonate of soda
For the icing:
300 g cream cheese
150 g icing sugar
125 ml double cream
Preheat oven to gas mark 4/180 C and butter and line a 23cm springform cake pan.
Pour the Guinness into a large wide saucepan, add butter and heat until the butter’s melted, at which time you should whisk in the cocoa and sugar. Beat the sour cream with eggs and vanilla and then pour into the saucepan with the Guinness/cocoa and then whisk in the flour and bicarb.
Bake for 45 minutes to an hour.
Let cool before icing (which is just beating the soft cream cheese and icing sugar and cream together until it’s blended).
I have to say that this is the best chocolate cake I’ve ever had (picture is in previous post).
Filing! I’ve been putting this off for a while and it needs to be done because right now I have piles of paper all over the floor and Puppy keeps messing them up.
Oh, how exciting my life is sometimes…
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