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Boobs are a bit sore. Last night I came home, whipped off the bra, changed into my nightshirt, and then stood in the hallway leaning on my husband. I was too tired to play PC games (we're currently working our way through Act III of Diablo), which should say something. It wasn't physical weariness so much as mental fatigue. I just wanted to curl up somewhere and not be active.
My department is going out for bowling today for a team-building exercise. There will be drink coupons. Alas, I'll be enjoying little more than club soda and maybe some slices of lime.
Still no nausea, but I'm aware we learned about the pregnancy very, very early. Damn my meddling, scientific ways!
Going camping this weekend, and looking forward to some "disconnect" time. Planning on bringing along scotch eggs and I dunno what else. My camp cooking has whittled down to practically nothing since we went primal. I make breakfast and dinner, and we eat something leftover inbetween if we feel like it. We really just don't need anything more than that.
Some very mild nausea this morning. It feels exactly like low blood sugar, minus the shakes and migraines. If I eat something, the nausea abates. And still no food aversions.
I should probably stock up on some gluten free jerky to keep in my desk for these occasions. Too bad it's all either ridiculously overpriced or got other crap in it. Wish I hadn't let Mr. Onalark throw out my dehydrator on the Big Drive West.
Wore my glasses this morning because my eyes were puffy, and that's usually a sign I have a hives reaction coming on. Other than that: great weekend camping, lots of hiking and walking and lifting things. Onward.
My boobs are hilarious, you guys. They're alternately painfully perky, or radiating heat, or just sore. A few times I've woken up in the morning with my shirt off. Because of the boobs. I've gained two pounds, and I am pretty sure it's all IN MY BOOBS. (One pound for each of 'em.)
Some nausea still, but nothing insurmountable. I've been a lot hungrier mid-afternoon, so I've been keeping dried fruit and meat around.
Still doing weights. There seems to be no consensus on whether I should or should not be lifting heavy -- most of the advice about not using barbells comes from junk science sites, and most of the "proof" comes from Crossfit ladies who were still doing weighted pull-ups into their third trimester. (Yes, weighted even with the additional baby weight...woof!)
So I'm going the sane but not ridiculously overcautious route. I'm assuming the obvious: protect the joints and tendons, because of relaxin shenanigans. I'm watching my form, stripping off weights when they get too heavy, and just overall not being stupid about it. I also find it mildly hysterical that a lot of these sites warn you don't! Don't do exercises on your back! Back, but then what does every goddamn board-certified OB want to do to you THE MOMENT YOU WALK THROUGH THE DOOR IN LABOR? Yeah. WTF, America?
Went to make my usual breakfast of eggs, and my stomach was all OH HELL NO and I was like, well, okay then. Having nothing on hand that sounded good, I crumbled up some leftover cornbread in a bowl, poured on a splash of full-fat milk, added a dollop of sunflower butter, and ate it with a spoon. Not particularly primal, though the cornbread was homemade and gluten-free, and that's about as good as it's going to get right now.
I should probably cook up a batch of sweet potatoes for these occasions. A better breakfast would have been mashed yams, coconut milk or cream, and nut butter. Or regular butter. Just so long as I get a kick of fats to make my vitamins digestible.
All I know is that empty stomach = nausea right now. And that homemade cornbread (properly prepared, soaked, etc.) doesn't make me sick, though corn products cooked in crappy oils does. Not a coincidence, I suspect.
I routinely wake up earlier than my husband, so I decided to dig through my old yoga DVD collection. Wound up doing 30 minutes of hip openers. And followed that with house cleaning. And then I made coffee.
I'm getting a massage at 12:30, because we need to close out my Massage Envy account, but I don't want to do that until I've used up all my credits.
Some more waves of nausea. They come and go. My weight is staying stable; I seem to have even lost a little. Boobs still hurt.
Yesterday's barbell workout:
5x5 squats @ 110#
5x5 press @ 55# <-- started at 75#, stripped weights after 2 sets
Oooooh still nauseous from time to time. No rhyme or reason. Could be in the morning! Could be in the evening! Could be while you're standing by your desk and your husband is babbling about the latest Java environment he's downloaded!
Also, chalk this up to "nobody told me" -- heart palpitations. Because apparently I have more blood in my body and WHY NOT. Which makes me wonder why vampires don't target pregnant women more often in stories? Oh hey, I think I just got an idea.
Another ocean day. Whenever I go down to the ocean, I can't help but think of this.
Sleep last night was a trainwreck. I went to bed early and woke up three times yelling obscenities and hopping around the room. Pretty sure I charged across the bed at one point -- glad I didn't hit the kettlebell that sits on the bench at the end of the bed. :P
Fun fact! I tend to have hypnagogic hallucinations during the first hour or so of sleep. This is probably going to eliminate the option to co-sleep. Sorry, attachment parenters -- the last thing I want to do is mistake my baby for a goblin in my half-awake demented state and throw her across the room! This is one of those things primal has not "fixed", and I doubt there's anything that can "fix" it. We thought it was triggered by alcohol for a while, but I haven't had a drink since mid-May, so that seems unlikely.
And yes, I have thrown things in my sleep. Cats, in particular. Poor cats.
Aaaand I have a pounding headache, aaaaand the only thing that ever helps my pounding headaches is ibuprofen (which I can't take) or sleep (which I can't do because I'm at work).
All my meetings are front-loaded into the morning, so I may go home after 2 PM. For now I'm toughing it out, but I feel pretty exhausted.
Started my morning with green tea and ginger and honey, followed with some yogurt and honey. Managed to get down some cream of cauliflower soup and a couple ounces of chicken breast meat for lunch.
Not having an appetite is definitely weird for me. I have never been what you call a "picky eater", so having this switch flipped is quite astonishing. It literally happened overnight. Wow. Hormones. Crazy.
Back to normal today. Had a baked potato last night, and practically buried my face in it. I ate the steak that went with it out of habit rather than love. That potato was the best thing ever and I will probably have more before this embryo finishes its journey.
Breakfast was yogurt with sunflower butter and honey, plus some cantaloupe. And my half-caff coffee.
Sleep was awesome. Nine and a half hours. Woke twice (once my usual jumping-out-of-bed stuff, once to wish my husband good night as he crept in at 2 AM), but felt great when I got up in the morning.
Some minor nausea and racing heart this morning, so like I said -- back to normal.
Still at the weight I was when I found out I was pregnant. We'll see how much I gain; I figure if I don't tip 200, I'll be doing good.
Back to wanting to puke today. And the rhinovirus I was fighting off seems to be back again. I woke up this morning, rolled over, and said to my husband, "I'm constipated, I have a cold, and I am relatively confident I will puke at some point in the next few hours. I can tell. Today is going to be amaaaazing."
I haven't puked yet, but I can feel my stomach doing the warm-up flip-flops to get ready for the big event. We have a bathroom all prepped and ready: toilet seat up, towels on the floor. Also, I stayed home. Because of my cold.
I really wish I had some bone broth in the freezer. I may start a crockpot of beef broth, but that won't be ready for days. I may just need to boil up a chicken breast and call that lunch.
Anyway. Time to shower and maybe hit up the gluten free market for some crackers and soup. Here's hoping I don't puke on all the nice vegan hippies who frequent the place.
I did not, in fact, puke yesterday. Hooray! I did remain fairly sick and couldn't sleep. Ugh.
By mid-day I thought, "Maybe it's allergies?" So I took a Zyrtec (which Dr. Google is hazy on as to whether it's "safe" -- I figured a) it was only one and b) the blueberry and I need to breathe, dammit). That helped marginally, but not completely -- so, probably not allergies, but definitely something aggravated by allergies, i.e., a cold.
Husband came home, we went to the store, and I bought Benadryl, which long story short is on that "safe" list for knocked up ladies. None of the decongestants are on the "safe" list, but Benadryl tends to drain my sinuses, so I figured it was worth a shot. I took one, and PASSED OUT. Boom. Out. Gone. Woke up ten hours later. Much better. I can breathe, I feel rested, all praise the Benadryl.
We're going to a family thing today, and tomorrow I'm cooking for my dad. So glad I made the molé last weekend. I don't think I could have managed it with all this hacking and coughing.
Just stopping by to say hi! Congrats on the pregnancy and hope things improve in the morning sickness area! I've been reading the journals here for a while, just don't post often. I'm kinda a neighbor, just down the coast in Oceanside.
I sympathize with the sleep issues. I'm fortunate that my dreams have gotten way less frequent. They are much worse when I am in pain (fibromyalgia and previously lots of leg cramps for which I took malic acid and magnesium), but the dietary changes seem to have helped a lot. My husband (of 13 years) jokes that nobody warned him about it for a reason! I've hit him full force in the sternum, jumped over him (he says it was straight out of a Matrix movie), pulled a tv onto my face, broken an oil lamp against the wall, run into other rooms, and lots of craziness. A few times I've ended up with really bad bruises. I would agree that co-sleeping with baby might not be a great idea, all things considered!