What to do: Eat what you crave...even if it's pepperoni subs with avocado, tons of McDonalds Cheese burgers, spaghetti noodles with olive oil and garlic salt, SHIRLEY TEMPLES, sour licorice ropes, popcorn or chef boyaredee raviolis.
What not to do: Do NOT, under any circumstances, get a quad screen blood test to check for downs syndrome because you will most likely get a false positive and stress out FAR too much for no reason!
What to do: Tell everyone your pregnant. Everyone wants to talk about it and feels like they can relate, even if they've never been pregnant. It's fun.
What not to do: After you tell people, and they respond with, "I could tell your face was swollen like mine gets when I'm pregnant" or "I totally knew way before you announced it" or "yeah, you've got that glow", or "You aren't showing but your hormones are"....DON'T PUNCH THEM. I know it's hard. But even though I don't glow, my face is the only thing NOT swollen and you did NOT know I was pregnant before I told you, its probably not safe for the child to be getting into fist fights at this point.
What to do: Find out the sex in a creative way. Today we had an ultra sound and our tech saw the gender and we had him write it in an envelope, I sealed it up, and we took it to a bakery to have a special baby cake made. We gave the baker the results without us knowing. She's going to put blue or pink frosting INSIDE the cake, so when we cut into it on Friday at our reveal party...everyone will find out the gender together. It was really hard to pass off the results, but I'm SOOOO excited for Friday.
What not to do: Don't eat a huge bowl of taco soup right before bed because you will wake up in the middle of the night with horrible heart burn and throw it all up.
What to do: Tell people close to you what you need from them. I've discovered through this process, my needs are always changing. Probably because of all the hormones pumping through my blood, but I noticed when my mom wasn't checking in on me as much as I liked, or my husband wasn't hugging me on the rare occasions I wanted affection, or I really wanted icecream but there was nothing in the house, I had to voice what I needed or I just got frustrated at people without communicating what the issues were. Cut yourself some slack. Allow yourself to feel whatever your feeling, just don't expect everyone around you to get it unless you speak up.
What not to do: Don't forget this process. Write down what your going through so you wont forget the little things. This blog is my pregnancy journal. I'm going to try to write down little details so I can look back and remember Shirley temples were the best thing ever.
Even though being pregnant is stressful at times, it is such a gift. This is my first baby, so I'm learning what to do and what not to do in my next pregnancy. But all in all, I'm so thankful for this opportunity and we love this baby so much already. I can't wait for Friday so I can finally start buying stuff for the nursery. Stay tuned for baby Jamison's name and gender! Life is good. We are so blessed.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
My first pregnancy
Today is the day. I'm actually doing it. I'm writing my first blog. My friends would probably say I'm one of those people who say things others hold inside. Or at least write things others wouldn't dare to. But that's what makes me Tasha. I'm not afraid to speak my mind "in font", so this blog thing is going to be a blast!
So I'm 14 weeks pregnant and I feel like an alien has taken over my body. I have weird things changing that are not so sexy. I mean, for one, Babycenter.com says I might be looking like a Victoria Secret Model in the upper region of my body these days. Wouldn't that be nice? Sure, I look different, but Victoria and model are not the 2 first words you'd think of if you saw this. Don't get me wrong, I've wanted to be a mother since I got my first cabbage patch kid at 4 years old. I know all these weird changes will be well worth it, but in the mean time I will allow myself to freak out. My stomach is at that weird stage where I just look fat instead of pregnant. And every week it's sticking out more and more, so I look like those girls that you pass by at a club and lean into your girlfriend and say, "Look at that broad...you think she could have worn clothes her size?". Just this morning I was frying some eggs, and I leaned up to grab the salt in the cupboard above me, and burned my belly on the skillet. My depth perception is all off now. How was I suppose to know I was sticking out 2 inches farther than normal? And I hear it only gets worse.
On a positive note, I feel great. I only had minor "all day" sickness the first couple of weeks and now I feel like an extremely bloated, normal chick. I've gotten to see my baby moving around in ultrasounds. That has been the coolest thing ever. It's amazing that your body completely takes over. I'm creating this little human and all I have to do is sit back and watch. There is absolutely no way to look at an ultrasound, see that little creation growing inside of you, and not know we have a God of the Universe, who has every single little detail covered. I'm so thankful for that, and the opportunity to carry His creation and call it my own. In the midst of my complaining, I am truly grateful.
So I'm 14 weeks pregnant and I feel like an alien has taken over my body. I have weird things changing that are not so sexy. I mean, for one, Babycenter.com says I might be looking like a Victoria Secret Model in the upper region of my body these days. Wouldn't that be nice? Sure, I look different, but Victoria and model are not the 2 first words you'd think of if you saw this. Don't get me wrong, I've wanted to be a mother since I got my first cabbage patch kid at 4 years old. I know all these weird changes will be well worth it, but in the mean time I will allow myself to freak out. My stomach is at that weird stage where I just look fat instead of pregnant. And every week it's sticking out more and more, so I look like those girls that you pass by at a club and lean into your girlfriend and say, "Look at that broad...you think she could have worn clothes her size?". Just this morning I was frying some eggs, and I leaned up to grab the salt in the cupboard above me, and burned my belly on the skillet. My depth perception is all off now. How was I suppose to know I was sticking out 2 inches farther than normal? And I hear it only gets worse.
On a positive note, I feel great. I only had minor "all day" sickness the first couple of weeks and now I feel like an extremely bloated, normal chick. I've gotten to see my baby moving around in ultrasounds. That has been the coolest thing ever. It's amazing that your body completely takes over. I'm creating this little human and all I have to do is sit back and watch. There is absolutely no way to look at an ultrasound, see that little creation growing inside of you, and not know we have a God of the Universe, who has every single little detail covered. I'm so thankful for that, and the opportunity to carry His creation and call it my own. In the midst of my complaining, I am truly grateful.
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