How Long ‘Til Lunchtime?
So, assuming that there’s still a live Sprog in there somewhere, this is the farthest any of my pregnancies have progressed.
And yeah, FUCK YOU, Fates – I said it out loud and I AM assuming there’s a live one in there, still. I think we made it past the hump, despite the bleeding that came back yesterday after almost a 12 hour hiatus, despite the waning nausea. My boobs and I think we’re still ok.
And it’s a good feeling.
In not-so-good news, the youngest and middle stepdaughters have, apparently, guessed at my delicate condition. I refused wine/sake/beer once too often in Montreal, and what with the refusing to help her move, staying behind in the hotel room to sleep (vomit) etc., youngest SD voiced her suspicions to middle SD, who confronted her father yesterday when he took her & her boyfriend out to lunch in Boston.
Not the way I would have chosen to tell them – nor the time.
She was, apparently, “petulant”, which sums up her personality in a lot of ways. The boy reminded me that there’s no way she would have taken the news well. It’s not something she would have chosen, and in her world, things she would not have chosen are never acceptable. In his words, “If I told her that her mother and I were going to get back together for her sake, even though we knew we’d be miserable for the rest of our lives, she would say ‘thank you’ & be just fine with that. Actually, she probably wouldn’t even say ‘thank you’. That’s just how she is.”
Um, yeah. Only saving grace is that the young woman is completely baby-crazy. Once Sprog is born, I don’t anticipate many problems, but until then? Yikes.
Symptom-wise, I’m completely over the whole drink-all-day, pee-all-night thing. Why can’t I pee it out within, say, six hours of drinking it? How is it even possible that my body can somehow store liquids up all day, so I’m only peeing a tiny amount during the daylight hours, and then force me to excrete it all at 2am, and 4am, and 6am? I mean, really, this is obviously a faulty system.
PIO went off without a hitch – or a spurt – last night. I laid down, and manhandled my giant boobs out of the way so I could twist around to get the proper angle. Probably looked really kinky, if anyone’d been able to see it. Take my word for it – not my most graceful or dignified hour. Oh, and yeah, stretch marks on the boobs? They’re totally happening. Already. Oi.
Nausea seems to be easing, but it’s been replaced by something that I’m not sure if it’s me or if it’s the pregnancy. I find myself overeating. Now, don’t get me wrong – I love to eat. Make that – I LOVE to eat. Always have. But I don’t tend to eat too much at any given time. Lately though? I’m eating too much, especially at noon. Then I feel stuffed all afternoon, though usually not nauseous, so maybe my body’s just choosing to go for that overfed feeling rather than that vomitous feeling?
Or maybe I’m just using pregnancy as an excuse to be a big old pig. Emotional eating, anyone? How scary can life be if you have a mouthful of carbs & sugar to ruminate on? Could be that too, I suppose.
The Boy’s home tonight with two friends in tow, so that should be fun. I have to decide if I’m making Welsh Rarebit for lunch or if I’m going to try to go for something light to break this noontime cycle.
But rarebit sounds so good, and the Boy hates it, so I try not to make it when he’s around…
Mmmmm. Rarebit. 17 slices of bread made into rarebit! How long til lunchtime?
See what I mean?
Sorry to hear about the SD’s not being so happy about the pregnancy. How ungracious of her. If she doesn’t live with you, what’s the problem? It’s not like she’s an only child, or that her father will never love her again and focus solely on his new baby.
OK, I’d probably have been upset if my father had had a baby rather than a vasectomy after marrying my stepmother, but only because I felt a lot like I’d been displaced by his new family. At my brother’s wedding, he did a family shot with my Dad and stepmother. And when they wanted the rest of the family in the photo, my two stepsisters were invited into the shot, and they forgot that I was part of that extended family. Thanks, folks. I went off crying because I was so hurt. If I hadn’t had the two stepsisters who were about 10 years younger than me who became my father’s second family in a way, I don’t think I’d have cared much if they’d chosen to have a baby.
Long and rambling comment over! I sure hope they come around to the idea and can enjoy their relationships with their half-sibling when it arrives.
And I’m glad the nausea is subsiding a little. I don’t remember having too long when I felt ravenously hungry constantly, but there were a few weeks there where I HAD to eat every couple of hours. Now, not so much. Which is probably why my weight gain has stopped being so great.
I’ve never had rarebit, and just had to look up what it is. Sounds interesting – hope it’s tasty!
Hope you get some more reassurance soon that a live sprog is indeed still in there.
Sorry about the stepdaughter thing. That sounds annoying!
I hate the peeing thing! I’m still getting up once or twice at night, but 1st tri was easily 3-5X a night. I cut myself off from liquids after dinner and I read that leaning forward helps to empty the bladder completely.
I try to eat every two hours or so, just so I don’t get hungry. Every now and then I have to get up in the middle of the night and eat a granola bar or something as well. It’s really a lot to keep up with the eating! Even if you like eating!
Congrats to making it past your nine weeks! I felt that way also, like each week in the 1st tri was a big victory, and I still get kind of giddy on Thursdays just knowing I’ve made it another week.
I have a 20 year old stepson – he lives with us – so I have had my share of stepchild angst and it stinks. I try – I really try – to remember what it was like when my stepmother was a total bitch to us. When she moved in with our father – she basically took down all of our pictures and put pictures of her kids (who are all fucked up BTW) up on the wall and she has always resented us…so I try – I really, really try. He is an easy target though when I get stressed out and I try not to do that – not fair to him.
Gah – hopefully the spotting goes away – and you HAVE made it past your personal hell period.
I wonder why it bothers her that you’re pregnant? She does know her dad is married and a baby can happen? Hopefully, she will come around BEFORE the baby comes too, because that’s a long time for her to behave in a petulant manner.
Glad to hear the spotting is gone and you made it past the scary zone of your pregnancy. That’s a big big goal to overcome!
Susan Reply:
February 14th, 2010 at 1:25 pm
She’s been petulant her entire life. Truly, it’s nothing more than I expected, I just wish we’d had the option of telling them instead of having them guess. Fortunately, she does not live here anymore, so I really don’t have to deal with her silliness too often. It affects her dad much more, but he doesn’t let her weirdness bother him too much.
And it bothers her because it means that I’m REALLY here to STAY. And that she will have to share her dad with another person. First me, now new baby. I feel badly for her in a way, and in another way I just want to shake her til her teeth ache.
But again, she IS baby-crazy, and I have no doubt that she’ll be wonderful once there’s an actual sprog here for her to coo over. It’s just the next 7 months we have to get through…
Well, cat’s out of the bag now! At least you don’t have to go through the agonizing telling, even if you think you could’ve broken it to her better. And hopefully you won’t see much of her over the next 7 months anyway!
I always overate to combat nausea, but it has unfortunate side effects. I hope the big sickies leave you alone, but at least you know the sprog is in there kicking up a fuss when you’re feeling gross!
fantastic news about your pregnancy making such good progress and shame on your SD!
Sweet Susan,
Congratulations for making it through the shit week! And I betcha those boobs are not lying, I betcha that there will be offspring.
and Dang about the step daughter. Sounds annoying on a good day. BUT at least you do not have to figure out how to tell, right? One less thing.
thinking of you,
sending love,
Kate
I hope you made the rarebit. I had to look up what it was and both recipes I found looked awesome. Frankly, I don’t know how it’s possible not to like anything with broiled cheese on it. Hopefully Sprog does not inherit that particular gene.
And, more importantly, THANK GOD you’re further along than ever and all looks well.