Lay's it on me, Baby At this point, the only thing I want is to just get through one day without being sick. Just *one* day, I'm begging you Pregnancy Hormone. Please.
Yesterday, I was sure that it would finally be "that day", and I was absolutley thrilled. I even did some cleaning, managed to put away some laundry, got a shower nausea-free, and basically had no issue's at all. I thought that maybe this whole morning-sickness thing was finally ending, that maybe I'd be cut some slack and would be able to once again start functioning normally.
And then it hit me. What Chad has referred to as "probably the worst episode yet" suddenly happened, and he kindly pushed away his un-finished dinner, proclaiming that he was done eating.
I fell asleep shortly afterwards, and was shocked when I rolled over this morning and read the clock blinking 11:00am back at me. I quickly got out of bed, let Bandit into the backyard, and started rummaging around for something to eat. But it all looked disgusting and made my stomach churn with that familiar acidic burn, and I couldn't handle the thought of eating breakfast. Ever. Again.
Until I spotted the bag of Lay's Sour Cream and Onion chips, and found myself drooling. And when I called my husband to brag about my recent breakfast desire, it dawned on me that the real reason he says, "When you're pregnant you can eat whatever you want, honey" - is not because I get cravings, or because I can't stomach certain foods - but because it's very, very dangerous to tell a pregnant woman she should eat something else.
2007-10-31 (9 weeks)
All About Bandit
I love my dog. He's absolutley the most vocal creature with four legs that I have ever come across, and while he never barks (unless taunted by my loving husband) he emits a wide range of squeaks and whimpers that are often followed by his amusing puppy-growl.
He does however, have a very bad habit of attacking my pant legs. He doesn't seem to do this to anyone else, but the moment I even think of standing up and walking across the room, his floppy ears will perk up and he'll gaze at me with a gleam in his eyes as if to say, "C'mon. I dare you."
A few days ago Chad scolded him for attacking my legs, and ordered Bandit to follow him upstairs. But as quickly as Bandit heard the command, the little black puppy spun on his heels and went flying down into the basement, growling loudly at nothing apparent, just to prove to everyone that he could go down when we wanted him to go up.
Bandit also loves the water. So much so, that he'll literally scratch at the bathroom door when someone's taking a shower or a bath, in hopes that we'll let him in and get him wet. And when he is finally allowed, there is not a more pleasant time for Bandit in the Dolan household than on bath-day. In the water he'll stretch, and lick, and let you run the water over his back for as long as you can stand to hold him, until your fingers look like prunes and he resembles a very drown rat. But a happy one.
And even though he sometimes drives me crazy, with the growling and the chewing, and the toilet-paper shredding; he's still the one that will always climb into my lap when I'm feeling my worst, and escort me to the bathroom when I'm all alone. He's the one that makes those cute little whimpers when I wake him up after he's been sleeping on my lap and carry him to his bed; and he's the little clutz that makes us laugh all the time.
Especially, when he gets his head stuck in a kleenex box.
A little while ago, I posted about a few of the things that make me sick. Just thinking about them, turns my stomach. So I've decided to make a post tonight about all the things that I've been craving recently, and I'm sure as the months progress - this list will get a lot bigger.
The first thing I'm going to write about, is my odd obsession with Mashed Patato's. They're white, they're fluffy, and you can put gravy on them. Simply, heavenly.
I crave water, all the time. And not in the "gee, I'm thirsty right now" kind of way; but rather in the "I think my insides will turn to dust if I do not down some refreshments NOW," kind of way. I'm always worried that this is my body's way of telling me I'm dehydrated, and I sincerely don't see how I could be - considering that I am drinking water nearly every minute of the day. The problem is that now that I've gone nearly a month and a half without any source of caffiene, my water craving has begun to turn into a "Coke & Coffee Lust". I'm a little bit concerned that if this craving continues, the Calgary Herald's front page will talk about something involving Starbucks and a crazy-haired wild woman wearing stretchy pants.
The strangest craving I've had so far, is (drum roll please) pickle juice! I've only craved it *once* so far, and I am not regretful when I admit that I literally sat for about an hour and sucked on all the dill pickles I could get my hands on. I'm sorry, but it's true. I gave in to the weird craving, and I stinking loved every minute of it.
Another thing I can't seem to get enough of, are frozen berries. I'm about to relay something absolutley disgusting here folks, so either find another pregnant woman's journal or bear with me. I have a major problem about eating food again, after I've thrown it up. My list of available food to eat has slowly worked itself down to a very, very short list because of this little problem, and I'm constantly searching for new foods/fruits/veggies and meats, to make up for it. Except for this one condition - the frozen berries. I threw up so hard they CAME OUT MY NOSE, and I still would walk over hot coals to grab a bowl of their berry goodness.
