01Aug07
Whew. Got through Instructional 1, and now I think I might have to go puke. First trimester is such fun.
Whew. Got through Instructional 1, and now I think I might have to go puke. First trimester is such fun.
Woo-hoo, yes, it really has been more than 1-1/2 months since I posted last. Oopsies.
I kept getting workouts in — though of course, not as often as I’d like — while I was in Japan, then Colorado, then Oregon, then Colorado. When I returned to Santa Fe for a single night on July 6, I used a pregnancy test on a whim (totally expecting no result, since it was only nine days post ovulation), and whadyaknow? I’m pregnant. The next trip (Bisbee, AZ followed by Tucson and Scottsdale) saw me bursting out of my clothing at the waist and abdomen — enough so that I had to start buying nice, stretchy, maternity clothing. Oh, and new bras.
This time, it’s sticking, and my body is once again exploding outward (as it did in late May), but even more so. Seriously, if it weren’t that I have ZERO gut feeling about twins, I’d really think I had two in there. My body has just changed so much, so fast!
Today marks gestation week 7 (ie, 5 weeks post-ovulation), and here are my measurements as of today. Oh, should I warn that I gained about 10 pounds *instantly*? Maybe that 10 pounds has more to do with traveling and eating out, but who knows for sure? I’m tracking weight now in addition to measures because…well, that’s what you do when you’re pregnant. They want to know.
Week 7
Weight 165.5 pounds
Bust 40
Ribs 33
Waist 35.25
Abdomen 40.5
Hips 45
L Upper Thigh 25.5
R Upper Thigh 25.5
L Lower Thigh 18
R Lower Thigh 18
L Calf 14
R Calf 14.25
L Upper Arm 11.75
R Upper Arm 12
All of those measurements are higher. Every single one of them. I feel puffy, but I also feel somewhat sexy, Rubenesque, and fully of life. Mike tells me I look wonderful, and whether he means it (I think he does), or whether he’s just afraid of what I’d do to him if he said I looked like a cow, he’s being supportive. Nausea comes and goes, and T-Tapping seems to help limit it. Then again, so does eating a big, big pile of starch. Ah, macaroni. You are my friend.
I’m napping a lot. And, now that I’m home from all of our summer travel, I hope to work out daily also.
First doc’s appointment is Friday, and I’m hopeful they’ll do an ultrasound, if nothing else, to reassure me that there’s really only one critter sucking the life out of me in there. Boy, this is different having a husband and child around!