Dave and I are headed to Boise today to see Sarah for Thanksgiving. But today, I thought I would write about some of the gross parts of pregnancy. That’s right – you are about to read something that is TMI so beware… One thing this baby likes to do is make me burp...and fart...a lot! Anytime I drink or eat something, I burp pretty much every sip or bite. Also, everyday around 5:00 the gas comes, and sometimes it is really painful! I feel bad because that is about the time I get home from work so Dave has learned to beware and take me serious when I tell him not to touch or squeeze me. Then, I go to bed and all the gas seems to get settled in my stomach and is just waiting for gravity to get out. What I mean by this is every single night when I wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, I will sit on the toilet and then do what Dave likes to call “big thunder” which means, yes, release everything that was building up (sometimes it is so bad it wakes him up). Luckily I have a husband who loves me and laughs at this or else I would die every day of embarrassment. I wonder if this is going to continue for the rest of pregnancy. When all is said and done though – this is not at all the worst symptom, just the loudest and smelliest.
Monday, November 25, 2013
Morning sickness has scarred me. Even though I am feeling better, I cannot stand the smell of the following things without having a twinge of vomit (I hope it is not like this forever):
- My hair spray
- My deodorant
- Dave’s deodorant
- Toilet water/bathrooms in general
- The bread at Subway/any Subway restaurant
Friday, November 22, 2013
Having a baby turns in into a baby. Literally. I have experienced/am experiencing all of the following which I am sure I didn't do this much since I was an infant:
- Sleeping – all the time at least 12 hours a day!
- Burping – multiple times throughout meals and any time I drink anything.
- Gas – yes, it is killing Dave.
- Crying – Happy, sad, funny, hungry, just because… the tears keep flowing.
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