Pollywog Blog: 6 weeks 5 days
Feb. 17th, 2007 02:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eniarelocinSo, whoops! I forgot to post yesterday. Guess I got a little bit busy.
My friend is visiting... we spent the day shopping. I actually went and had a look at maternity clothes. As I mentioned in the last post, my clothes are already a little tight or uncomfortable in places. My bra has been crushing me for weeks. So... I took a leap of faith a bought a few things I could grow into. I also bought a 38 F bra. (I was a 36 DD.)
I feel a lot more comfortable. Nothing is pushing on my tummy anymore, which makes me feel a lot better. That is not just do to comfort, but I also worry about how much pressure I can put there without hurting something. I know women have been having babies for as long as our species has existed, and they've put the babies through a hell of a lot and made it. However, I want to give mine the best start possible. And I definitely want to make it through the next 5-8 weeks and get out of the woods.
Shopping for clothes was weird. Walking through Babies R Us was weird. I feel like a faker still. I know I'm not. There is no way I would be able to eat so much food, have to eat so much food if I wasn't pregnant, but nonetheless. This first trimester business is strange. I feel like I've been hit with a tonne of bricks but I don't look different. I feel like a whiner for being tired, hungry, stroppy, and otherwise difficult when I look very much the same as usual (other than gaining a few pounds which isn't much). But I definitely feel different. It's just hard sometimes to imagine it's real.
It's helpful though, when I think I feel something. It might be in my imagination, but sometimes I swear I can feel it growing. Ellie. Sometimes I swear I can feel her growing. (We are going to feel quite silly if it turns out to be a boy, unless he's gay, but right now we all think it's a girl.) Anyway, I hope that's what I'm feeling. That seems like such a privilege. I hope she keeps at it, even if completely drains my energy.
Well... enough of that for today. Time to get ready to take her to her first concert: The Presidents of the United States of America at the Paramount Theatre in Seattle. I've been wanting to see them for a good solid decade. I hope it's a good show. We're taking Kevbo for proper entertainment value. I hope I stay awake through the whole thing.
My friend is visiting... we spent the day shopping. I actually went and had a look at maternity clothes. As I mentioned in the last post, my clothes are already a little tight or uncomfortable in places. My bra has been crushing me for weeks. So... I took a leap of faith a bought a few things I could grow into. I also bought a 38 F bra. (I was a 36 DD.)
I feel a lot more comfortable. Nothing is pushing on my tummy anymore, which makes me feel a lot better. That is not just do to comfort, but I also worry about how much pressure I can put there without hurting something. I know women have been having babies for as long as our species has existed, and they've put the babies through a hell of a lot and made it. However, I want to give mine the best start possible. And I definitely want to make it through the next 5-8 weeks and get out of the woods.
Shopping for clothes was weird. Walking through Babies R Us was weird. I feel like a faker still. I know I'm not. There is no way I would be able to eat so much food, have to eat so much food if I wasn't pregnant, but nonetheless. This first trimester business is strange. I feel like I've been hit with a tonne of bricks but I don't look different. I feel like a whiner for being tired, hungry, stroppy, and otherwise difficult when I look very much the same as usual (other than gaining a few pounds which isn't much). But I definitely feel different. It's just hard sometimes to imagine it's real.
It's helpful though, when I think I feel something. It might be in my imagination, but sometimes I swear I can feel it growing. Ellie. Sometimes I swear I can feel her growing. (We are going to feel quite silly if it turns out to be a boy, unless he's gay, but right now we all think it's a girl.) Anyway, I hope that's what I'm feeling. That seems like such a privilege. I hope she keeps at it, even if completely drains my energy.
Well... enough of that for today. Time to get ready to take her to her first concert: The Presidents of the United States of America at the Paramount Theatre in Seattle. I've been wanting to see them for a good solid decade. I hope it's a good show. We're taking Kevbo for proper entertainment value. I hope I stay awake through the whole thing.
