I actually wrote this when I had just started maternity leave…before Baby C arrived…I thought it might be interesting to
record some experiences from my pregnancy. Plus I needed a break from my Nurse Jackie DVD.
It has now been about a year since I realized I was pregnant with Baby C…and I am so glad that I wrote down some of my feelings because now I can hardly remember being pregnant…which isn’t surprising since the other day I forgot put the spaghetti in the boiling water and then wondered why dinner was taking so long to cook!
In retrospect how I knew I was pregnant: First I got a huge pregnancy zit. Thank goodness at work we wear masks most of the time because when I was just barely pregnant I developed a pimple the size of Mount Kilimanjaro on my upper lip. It was seriously disgusting and I was happy I could hide it most of the day…my apologies to my coworkers who had to look at the thing at lunch. The second clue was a lack of real appetite. I would come home from work and just not really feel hungry…this is very unlike me as usually I begin to think about dinner as soon as I have finished lunch. Toast with butter was a staple for about a week before I realized what was going on…then things changed…please see below for my more typical pregnant eating habits.
Best aspect of being up the duff: My secret little friend. That is what I called the baby once I could feel him kicking and turning inside me. Of course once I really started showing he wasn’t so secret but still it felt like I had a little friend who only I knew about. The feeling is just amazing. It is just remarkable to feel the baby move and to imagine that he is moving in response to something you did or to pretend that he is moving because of some distinctly grown up personality characteristic…like he wants you to take a break from nesting to go watch the latest episode of Pregnant in Heels. I think I will really miss having the baby on the inside once he decides to come out…if he ever decides to come out!
Worst aspect of being preggers: Chub rub. For those lucky enough to have avoided encountering this in college after gaining more than their fair share of the freshman (and sophomore and junior and senior) fifteen, this is the literal chafe that develops between your upper thighs. I really didn’t think that I gained much weight in my upper thigh region…of course I think this is only because my stomach is so huge my thighs look thin in comparison…in any case, the appearance of chub rub proved me wrong. Chub rub is painful. It makes it painful to walk. And it makes it painful to wear pants. I spent many a ridiculously hot Brisbane day just sitting in front of a fan sans pants because of my chub rub. I will say that Lansinoh cream worked wonders on the chub rub…and I am hoping that it will continue to work wonders once I start breast feeding.
Thing I ate the most of: Probably peanut butter. Before the cyclone hit I would slather bananas with peanut butter. Once bananas started costing about ten dollars a kilo I had to switch my peanut butter vessel to an apple. And of course toast with peanut butter and honey was always a good snack option. And given my propensity for liking ice cream even when not pregnant, it should come as no surprise that I ate an obscene amount of ice cream while pregnant. Baskin Robbins became a home away from home. My poor husband would have to order disgusting flavors like Rum Raisin just so I wouldn’t eat his ice cream after I had eaten mine. My go to flavor was…wait for it…Chocolate Peanut Butter.