The Lily Pad

I usually enjoy shopping for clothes, shoes...anything really. Until now. Until the scale is moving in a downward motion while my stomach moves outward like I'm a bloated whale who ate an entire salt lick for lunch. I don't look pregnant, just fat. OK, so I know I'm not really fat but also I know that my clothes are fitting a little tighter than is comfortable so last night we ventured out in search of clothes that aren't maternity but would grow with me a little bit. Think gauchos and loose shirts. At first I started towards the Misses dept. where I usually find a few cute tops and stuff and was reminded that there probably wasn't anything there for me. Then Froggydaddy kept picking up the most hideous things he could find and laughing as he showed them to me. At one point I was a little frustrated and reminded him that larger clothes didn't have to be ugly. To which he replied "Honey, I don't think they make pretty tents!" I know he mean...

Nobody ever mentioned the tired. The pure exhaustion and lack of energy that comes with the first trimester. I guess for most the nausea and morning sickness overshadow it. I have been lucky and had very little nausea and what I did have was mostly at night and I just wore Sea Bands to sleep in and would wake up feeling fine. Eventually the nausea moved from being every night to only being triggered by certain smells and foods. Meat being the biggest offender. I still can't eat red meat but I have added limited chicken back into the diet as long as I don't have to cook it or look at it raw. Yes, I am aware of just how lucky I am with this and am not complaining at all. I have known a few people who were so sick through their first and second trimesters that they were absolutely miserable. My biggest "issue" has been the tired. I would wake up OK in the morning usually earlier than normal and thoughout the day I would just get more and more tired. I was like...

Wow… I got knocked up while my husband was in Colorado ! Of course that is not the case, but it is very amusing to me that the one month I didn’t stress about getting pregnant, the one month I figured it wasn’t happening is the one month it finally did. Based on my best guess calculations, froggybaby was conceived the weekend froggydaddy got home. My cycle was all out of whack with the not taking chlomid. Officially we are at 12 weeks 1 day and have had a couple ultrasounds, one was to “date” the baby and the other was just to check the heartbeat after a rough vacation . It is so amazing to hear and see that little heartbeat, to have it hit home that we’re going to be parents. Wow…parents. I was so convinced that I wasn’t pregnant in February that even when I was a day or so late I figured it was just a screwed up cycle and threw some extra tampons in my purse, I’d been having some mild cramping and was all set for “the big one”. On Saturday morning I just thought it would be amu...