Out of the Mouth of an Ass

P: Babe, we're definitely having a boy this time.

Me: Why do you say that, all of a sudden?

P: You remember what Vic said about Ally being ugly in the face when she was pregnant with Jackson? That's you, all the way.

Me: WHA...?

P: No, Baby, I'm happy though! We need to have a boy this time!

Me: You suck.

Breakfast Dilemma

So, the figlet has completely destroyed my ideal pregnancy: healthy food, excercise and rest.

My biggest problems with food are sort of stupid sounding, but really quite an obstacle to work around. I can't eat and drink at the same time, and I can't stomach sweet foods. Much.

Think on my pain for a second, will you?

No milk and cookies. No cereal. No soup. That's preactically what I loved on when I was pregnant with Boogie. No caffeine-free Coke with my pizza. No super-spicy food.

Okay, so I can deal. Takes a bit of maneuvering, but the kicker is the sweet food part. No Chinese food. No yogurt. No breakfast pastries. No oatmeal. Pretty much no breakfast unless I have time to cook (But because of the whole not-sleeping-at-night thing, I can't drag myself out of bed early enough to make real food). I'm living off sandwiches (but oh! Just heard I'm not supposed to be eating deli meat) so let's make that grilled cheese with tomato sandwiches, and real dinner food. Which sucks for breakfast.

I did figure out I can do sweet with salty, as in English muffin with butter, and half a yogurt. Or waffles with syrup and fried eggs. The "sickness" comes back if I don't follow these rules. How twisted is that?

And I think since I'm not eating enough, I don't have energy to exercise. And because I'm not exercising, I'm not sleeping well. Vicious, vicious circle.

Kick, Baby.... KICK!

So, my figlet is now a tennis ball, or some equally odd size-comparison. Maybe a jumbo shrimp, or a longanista, or.... half eaten Snickers bar? Whatever (she) resembles, 3 inches is about the length now, and I would compare her to an unecxited male organ, but that just seems wrong on too many levels.

I was sitting in a booooring meeting today, not the Union one, because they at least serve pizza there (yay!) but a nit-pick one, where the old-timers show just how much they don't know about the programs they are working on. And I'm talking basic, basic info here.

So anyway, I'm bored, sipping my hippy water while the Help Desk guy explains things I'm flabbergasted that people will actually admit to not knowing. Stuff I learned my first week in training. Stuff you see everyday, deal with every day, and should be able to explain in your sleep.

Maybe because I was so uninterested, I started to notice a little gurgle-bubble rumbling in my tummy. Not up high like indigestion, and not down low like I'm going to have to take a walk down the hall where nobody is sitting, but right in the bladder-ish area where bubbles don't form. (Okay, where normal bladders are, mine is shoved deep down where no bladder has dared to go before....)

And I realized, My figlet was dancing! 3 inches of uncontrollable reflexes doing the jig at 13 weeks, this is what I've been waiting for. Real live proof that I'm knocked up, and God, I miss the feeling so much! The sickness is mostly at bay (for the last few days, anyway) and my pouch is growing, and best of all, the kid is kicking!

That's all. No touching unitl at least 24 weeks, okay?

;)