So I have been reading some blogs as of late and have come to realize how incredibly blessed Chad and I are to have had such an easy time getting pregnant. So many people have had such a hard time, even in their 20's & early 30's and my sexy husband and I just randomly did it and voila, I'm knocked up. And have been complaining about ever since. Which makes me feel like an ass. But I have reasons for it...let me explain.
When I hit the age of 24ish, I got fat for some reason. I had always had a really high metabolism, never worried about my weight, but for whatever reason, my metabolism decided to peace out, leaving me gaining all kinds of extra poundage and causing me to go from a cute size 4-6 to a not so cute 10-12. I went to the doctor to find out if I had some kind of tapeworm or thyroid problem, but the doc just said to exercise and eat right. BITE ME DOC. My husband proposed in '08 and I frantically lost about 30 lbs before the wedding, which left me smaller, yes, but still a good 20 lbs over my ideal weight.
The weight got really out of control and I finally decided that 2011 was the year of Baby Butler and I needed to be back at my goal weight prior to getting preggers. I was put on weight loss meds and supplements and was down 15 lbs by early March of this year. And then that little pink line appeared and I had to stop taking the meds (duh) and began to be hungry ALL THE TIME.
Long story short - I am overweight and pregnant. And that is not a good combo, not only because of the health risks, but because it generally makes you feel yucky and gross and pretty much like the most unattractive person on the planet. To top it off, I can't exercise right now due to instructions from my doctor to wait until our next ultrasound next week (due to some spotting during week 7).
I am trying my best to not eat the world, but it's hard. I'm so thankful that I don't have horrid morning sickness, but perhaps losing 10 or 40 lbs during the first trimester wouldn't be so bad. As of now, Week 9 is tomorrow and I've gained 4 lbs since quitting the meds after finding out I was pregnant March 23. Really, I don't know if I've actually gained any weight since I weighed myself after lunch one day and I have pretty bad pregnancy bloat. As soon as I'm given the okay by the doctor, I'm going on the elliptical as much as possible and doing some free weights. Hopefully that will help clear up my bloated self, too!
Luckily, other than vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup, I have been wanting mostly fresh fruits and veggies. We stopped by the produce stand on Saturday and bought some of the best strawberries I've had in a LOOONG time! I tore into those suckers - they are gone. Sorry Chad! :) I am very much looking forward to peach season!
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
This past week, my nephew turned a year old. I can't believe he's no longer a tiny preemie infant that I was a little scared to hold, but a toddler who is independent, stubborn, and pretty fearless. I love this kid to pieces...so much that I shared my ice cream cone with him yesterday. Actually, he stole it from me, but he's so cute, I just let him have it (and I had another one in the freezer).
When I found out my sister-in-law was pregnant with Brayden, I went through an array of emotions ranging from "yay!" to "she beat me to it!" Christy had my niece at a young age, so getting pregnant with Brayden was like a brand new experience for her. And THANK YOU JESUS that she went through it before me or I wouldn't have someone to turn to share my deep pregnancy fears (mostly involving whether or not I'm already a bad mother because I don't like being pregnant to gaining a couple of pounds already and crying on the phone to her about it) or answer questions about which wipes are the best. She has done nothing but reassure me, encourage me, and validate me. So thank you, my darling sister-in-law. I promise not to cry during my lunch break anymore. :)
Which brings me to my next point...when do the hormones shut off already? I have been pretty even tempered this whole time (yes, there have been some irrational moments, I'll take credit for those), but over the past few days, the hormones have kicked in BIG TIME. And by BIG TIME I mean HOLY CRAP. The littlest thing can set me off on a crying jag that would make Tammy Faye Baker look like a sane woman. That's one thing the pregnancy books don't really go into about expecting...that you should EXPECT some hormonal insanity! Or that you should EXPECT your boobs to blossom into something both frightful and painful. I have given up hugging indefinitely, y'all, in favor of a handshake. Or maybe a nice wave!
Week 8 has been an adventure...and Week 9 begins on Thursday. Help us Lord.
When I found out my sister-in-law was pregnant with Brayden, I went through an array of emotions ranging from "yay!" to "she beat me to it!" Christy had my niece at a young age, so getting pregnant with Brayden was like a brand new experience for her. And THANK YOU JESUS that she went through it before me or I wouldn't have someone to turn to share my deep pregnancy fears (mostly involving whether or not I'm already a bad mother because I don't like being pregnant to gaining a couple of pounds already and crying on the phone to her about it) or answer questions about which wipes are the best. She has done nothing but reassure me, encourage me, and validate me. So thank you, my darling sister-in-law. I promise not to cry during my lunch break anymore. :)
Which brings me to my next point...when do the hormones shut off already? I have been pretty even tempered this whole time (yes, there have been some irrational moments, I'll take credit for those), but over the past few days, the hormones have kicked in BIG TIME. And by BIG TIME I mean HOLY CRAP. The littlest thing can set me off on a crying jag that would make Tammy Faye Baker look like a sane woman. That's one thing the pregnancy books don't really go into about expecting...that you should EXPECT some hormonal insanity! Or that you should EXPECT your boobs to blossom into something both frightful and painful. I have given up hugging indefinitely, y'all, in favor of a handshake. Or maybe a nice wave!
Week 8 has been an adventure...and Week 9 begins on Thursday. Help us Lord.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Morning sickness. It is week 8 and I have not barfed. And I can't tell you how thankful I am about this. After hearing horror stories from friends and relatives about terrible morning sickness, it was honestly my biggest fear about being pregnant. Other than the whole "being a mom forever thing." Oh and the delivery part.
Yes, I have gagged SEVERAL times over random things, but mostly my tummy has stayed pretty stable. The only things I seem to have an aversion to are my perfume, cigarette smoke, and French fries. I have been craving Frosted Mini Wheats and lemons, although not at the same time. I actually considered running into Bilo last Sunday morning with no bra to pick up some Frosted Mini Wheats. But my shame stopped me. I still have some of that left, even though I'm not sure how long it will last as my love for cereal grows to unknown proportions.
The fact that this whole post has been about food will show you what's on my mind all the time. Food and sleep. I went to bed at 7:15 last night (after eating, of course). I don't even think the geriatric crowd goes to bed that early but I couldn't help it. I did wake up for about an hour to read and eat a couple of mini Hershey bars, but then it was back to bed. I didn't know I could sleep that long without the aid of Benadryl! It's like my body wants to go into hibernation or something. Thankfully, I have a husband who is so understanding that he lets me sleep when I need to and takes care of everything else, including cleaning up the kitchen and the laundry.
Did I mention that I love love LOVE my husband? He is the best man ever and I am so proud of him...he graduates WITH HONORS in just a couple of weeks and then it's on to teaching some very lucky middle schoolers. I am very much looking forward to spending the next few days with him and going to look at some houses.
Oh, I didn't tell you? We're moving. More on that later...
Yes, I have gagged SEVERAL times over random things, but mostly my tummy has stayed pretty stable. The only things I seem to have an aversion to are my perfume, cigarette smoke, and French fries. I have been craving Frosted Mini Wheats and lemons, although not at the same time. I actually considered running into Bilo last Sunday morning with no bra to pick up some Frosted Mini Wheats. But my shame stopped me. I still have some of that left, even though I'm not sure how long it will last as my love for cereal grows to unknown proportions.
The fact that this whole post has been about food will show you what's on my mind all the time. Food and sleep. I went to bed at 7:15 last night (after eating, of course). I don't even think the geriatric crowd goes to bed that early but I couldn't help it. I did wake up for about an hour to read and eat a couple of mini Hershey bars, but then it was back to bed. I didn't know I could sleep that long without the aid of Benadryl! It's like my body wants to go into hibernation or something. Thankfully, I have a husband who is so understanding that he lets me sleep when I need to and takes care of everything else, including cleaning up the kitchen and the laundry.
Did I mention that I love love LOVE my husband? He is the best man ever and I am so proud of him...he graduates WITH HONORS in just a couple of weeks and then it's on to teaching some very lucky middle schoolers. I am very much looking forward to spending the next few days with him and going to look at some houses.
Oh, I didn't tell you? We're moving. More on that later...
Monday, April 11, 2011
It Only Takes One
Well...it is official. The saying "if you want to laugh, tell God your plans" is true. Chad and I planned on starting a family later in the summer, but obviously our timing was off...by 4 months according to my life calendar which is officially being thrown in the trash.
We found out on March 24 that I was pregnant with our first child! According to my possibly wrong due date program found online, I am due the week of Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving Day to be more precise. Of course I am beyond thrilled but I hope I hold out to the week after Thanksgiving which will give me the opportunity to eat until I pass out on Turkey Day and then get up the next morning and push people around with my giant belly while Black Friday shopping. MAKE WAY FOR THE PREGNANT WOMAN!
The first couple of weeks of this pregnancy have been good. I have not suffered one bout of morning sickness, I have not exploded out of my current wardrobe into maternity clothes (I was worried), and despite a few cases of irrational anger directed towards the innocent, I have remained mostly even keel. Thank you Zoloft. Yes, I am still taking my daily meds. Judge me all you want. I did come down with a nasty case of strep last week, but am pretty much over it, thanks to a very sweet nurse practitioner, who also happens to be my cousin-in-law.
However...being pregnant is not all that fun. Despite worrying constantly about the little tadpole inside of you being okay and healthy, you also:
- have terrible gas
- have random narcolepsy
- have the energy level of Jabba the Hut
- get really hungry for random things...and you must eat the random things IMMEDIATELY or become incredibly nauseous...BUT don't eat too fast or too much or you will become nauseous as well
- have some serious mood swings
- end up with teenage pizza face (acne)
- turn into the most airheaded person imaginable
- read too many baby books and then freak out because you're doing everything wrong and the kid isn't even HERE yet
I know the bright side of all of this is a baby at the end. You know, after the painful labor and delivery. I'm just trying to survive until my next meal!
I hope to keep everyone updated of this next journey of Chad and me...and of course Baby B! ;)
We found out on March 24 that I was pregnant with our first child! According to my possibly wrong due date program found online, I am due the week of Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving Day to be more precise. Of course I am beyond thrilled but I hope I hold out to the week after Thanksgiving which will give me the opportunity to eat until I pass out on Turkey Day and then get up the next morning and push people around with my giant belly while Black Friday shopping. MAKE WAY FOR THE PREGNANT WOMAN!
The first couple of weeks of this pregnancy have been good. I have not suffered one bout of morning sickness, I have not exploded out of my current wardrobe into maternity clothes (I was worried), and despite a few cases of irrational anger directed towards the innocent, I have remained mostly even keel. Thank you Zoloft. Yes, I am still taking my daily meds. Judge me all you want. I did come down with a nasty case of strep last week, but am pretty much over it, thanks to a very sweet nurse practitioner, who also happens to be my cousin-in-law.
However...being pregnant is not all that fun. Despite worrying constantly about the little tadpole inside of you being okay and healthy, you also:
- have terrible gas
- have random narcolepsy
- have the energy level of Jabba the Hut
- get really hungry for random things...and you must eat the random things IMMEDIATELY or become incredibly nauseous...BUT don't eat too fast or too much or you will become nauseous as well
- have some serious mood swings
- end up with teenage pizza face (acne)
- turn into the most airheaded person imaginable
- read too many baby books and then freak out because you're doing everything wrong and the kid isn't even HERE yet
I know the bright side of all of this is a baby at the end. You know, after the painful labor and delivery. I'm just trying to survive until my next meal!
I hope to keep everyone updated of this next journey of Chad and me...and of course Baby B! ;)
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