"Just to warn you, you're going to get weird." These were the recent words of my 5-months-pregnant friend. I laughed along with her while she told me of her recent weirdness (including putting shoes in the fridge), and wondered when all that would start for me. Well, the fun has begun! I might not be refrigerating footwear, but a few of the strange changes have to do with what
normally goes in the fridge..FOOD.
Anyone who knows me knows I like to eat. While I try to eat mostly healthy stuff, I also have a crazy metabolism that makes me capable of burning up anything (I know, you're yelling at me. Sorry, but you can thank genetics). So, now with Baby on board, I find myself getting hungry even more frequently. And if I don't eat, that's the only time I get queasy. It's now a common sight to see me walking between classes pushing my music cart, guitar on my back, with a handful of pretzels, fruit snacks, a granola bar, or anything else I can grab quickly to keep myself going. Okay, so that's pretty normal as far as pregnant women go. But it gets more interesting.
I can be absolutely starving, and I will look at food and find it gross! Sometimes it's mind over matter to make myself eat. And some things I just can't eat at all. Things I've always liked are now just weird. I can't figure out if it's the smells, or just the thought of eating it. I don't know! The other day I was with my sister, her husband, and my dad in Athens. We walked into a restaurant which I had been to before, and my first thought was
"uh, I don't know if I'm going to be able to eat anything here." I ordered anyway, attempted to eat a few bites of my dinner, then had to admit defeat. My appetite was just gone! I made a sandwich later (thanks, Amy!) which helped fill me up. But of course, I was hungry again before bed. The foods I have been enjoying with no problem have been fruit, potato salad, raisin bran, and yogurt. And snacky stuff like I eat between classes has been serving me well too.
Since last year, I have increased my water intake. Because of this, I usually frequent the ladies' room a good bit anyway. But it really hit me that I am
definitely pregnant when the other day, while out with a friend, I went 4 times in a 3 and 1/2 hr. period, and she didn't go at all! Kind of breaks up the flow of conversation, you know?
Davey says I'm more emotional now. His words were, "you can cry at the drop of a hat." I will admit, it is comical to find yourself with a lump in your throat at an insurance commercial. [You know, the one where one person helps another, and someone sees it and then helps someone else, and so on? Isn't that nice?]
I always thought that the whole nesting thing didn't happen until later, but a few weeks ago I cleaned up the living room, dining room, and kitchen unconsciously while on the phone with a friend. When I hung up, I looked around puzzled and wondered, "did I just do all that?" It was great! I can't say that lasted very long, but my cleaning
was one of the first things that set Davey off thinking I might be pregnant. (By the way, he's the one who prompted me to take the pregnancy test. I thought it was too early, but he INSISTED.)
My tired brain can't think of anything else at the moment, but I'm sure I'll think of more things later. Bye!
