I got my blood drawn for genetic screening.
Didn't even cry.
I'm noticing that my personality is leveling out. Before pregnancy, I was very emotional, quick to anger, and easily bothered. Now I'm much more calm, which I attribute to just plain obliviousness.
I just don't notice stuff that used to make me mad, like bad drivers or being cold.
Having moderately terrible morning sickness helps calm you down, too. When you're throwing up for weeks on end, you tend to let lesser things slide. It really puts into perspective the things that are worth freaking out about. It also shows you how little control you have over most things.
Some pregnancy notes, both awkward and awesome:
- I'm noticing that I'm breaking out more. Not on my face. My face is actually pretty clear. My chest is taking the brunt of these hormones. When I mentioned it to Conrad, he said, "Ya, it's like going through puberty all over again. You're full of hormones, stuff is growing, and your going to get zits and hairs in weird places." What a sage.
- Morning sickness hasn't really subsided. I still get sick pretty consistently, but I'm figuring out what I can and can't eat, and when I can eat, and how much I can do in one day before I get sick from exhaustion [hint: it's not a lot].
- Conrad is loving my cravings. We'll go get cheeseburgers at 9:00 at night, and one of us will promptly throw it all up. He likes picking things up for me. One day I texted him and told him I wanted Fruity Pebbles. He picked some up after work and we stayed home and munched Pebbs all night.
- My belly is growing!! I can no longer button my pants. I wear a Be Band to hold everything together. Shirts still fit, but are getting tighter around the middle. Can't feel baby moving yet.
- Speaking of clothes, my mom and grandma took me shopping for maternity clothes - an activity which sounded like the cruelest of tortures. I get to the store and am trying to find something just to humor them, and this perky sales lady wouldn't leave me alone and just let me shop. She kept following me and telling me the prices for everything (as if I couldn't read the prices myself), and telling me all about her pregnancies. She could tell I wasn't enjoying myself, so rather than just leave me alone, she starts explaining how she knows how frustrating it can all be. I'm thinking to myself, "YOU are the reason it's horrible! Get away from me! Stop trying to upsell me on ugly clothes!"
I go in the dressing room with my mom, who can tell I'm totally overwhelmed, and I just start crying. My mom and I proceeded to talk crap about the sales girl until I stopped crying, and we speed-walked right out of the store, with the girl calling behind us, "come back and visit me soon!" Poor thing must have been desperate for human attention.
- My latest cravings (though, I must specify, they are usually one-time cravings. I rarely want the same thing again sooner than a few weeks): Fruity Pebbs, apple fritter, cheeseburgers, meat (I want meat a lot).