attack of the nap monster

I get tired in the middle of the day. It's tough because once I'm out, I'm OUT. For around 3 hours. Consequently, I have a difficult time falling asleep the same night. And of course it only seems to happen on nights when I have to work in the morning the next day...

My appetite has picked up steam. I seem to be able to eat whenever the idea strikes, or the opportunity presents itself. I kind of wish people would quit putting sugary shit in front of me and telling me it's "okay because you're pregnant." Actually, quite the opposite is true! Sugar does very little for anyone's health, especially pregnant women. I've had a few cravings for ice cream but mostly I've kept my sweet tooth satisfied with fruit. Fruit and I have rekindled our long-lost friendship. Only drawback is that it can be hard to find really good fruit that isn't insanely expensive.

I am impatient to move into the 2-bedroom house we signed a lease on. John has all of his worldly possessions packed into my apartment and it's a little cramped, not to mention even more cluttered than usual. It's been hard for me to get motivated to sort through my stuff but he's right: it is something I should start doing now so we're not under all kinds of pressure when it comes time to make the move.

Mom asked if I had felt any kicks or flutters yet today. It's hard to know what's a flutter and what's just gas! I have thought a couple of times that it was definitely the baby and then moments later have been pretty sure it was the other... I am excited and at the same time a little bit spooked by the idea of feeling the baby move inside me. I suppose once I can feel it moving it's just that much more real.

ode to "thumper"

We hear the heartbeat
All of a sudden it's real
I do not have words

fatso

I am starting to feel pudgy.

It's completely ridiculous, and I even kind of scoffed when I read the "saying goodbye to your figure" sections of a couple of the pregnancy books I've checked out, but after noticing recently how much more abundant my stomach and thighs have become, I'm beginning to understand.

I've never been terribly concerned with my appearance, at least compared to most women I know. I don't wear makeup or jewelry, my wardrobe tends to be pretty simple, and you won't catch me doing a whole lot of calorie-counting or squat-thrusts. Lucky for me I've always had a pretty fast metabolism and even if I'm not tracking every morsel that passes my lips I do my best to eat healthy. I just don't get a lot of exercise outside of work.

I actually wore a pedometer to the restaurant today and I walked about 6,600 steps during my 6-hour shift. That translates to about 3 miles. I get a lot of physical activity on a routine basis but maybe I need to do some light cardio. I certainly don't feel up to it when I get off work but I also know myself and scheduling an exercise routine for before work is a recipe for failure.

Other than the belly fat woes, I am still feeling a bit impatient. I'm almost to the end of my first trimester, and I am restless about seeing and feeling the baby. I guess part of me is having a hard time believing everything is okay after my hospital trip... I just want to see it moving and hear the heartbeat; until then it's a bit difficult to feel excited and hopeful and attached.

One way or the other, at least I know that John will be there for me and that he loves me. I am very lucky to have him.