Thanks so much for all of your helpful comments on my last post. Week 7 was HARD. But, I think I might have made it sound as if I wasn’t eating–but I am. I was just having a hard time eating and finding anything that sounded appealing.
Regardless, I have continued to make myself eat. I know a lot of people lost weight during the first trimester–but I really can’t do that. I started this cycle at a very low weight (it’s my normal weight–but it doesn’t leave any room to lose pounds) and I do need to gain.
To my great surprise, I have! I didn’t think I possibly could with the measly amounts I’ve been eating, but I’ve managed to gain 3 pounds since the June 6th transfer. I’m good with that.
Saturday, Chicken and I were supposed to go out to a Global Music Festival in Brooklyn, but I failed to leave the house all day because I felt exactly like I was suffering from a crappy hangover minus the good times the night before.
We’d also planned on going to this lady’s Housewarming Garden Party, but failed to make it there either.
Finally out of nowhere, I declared I wanted to walk to Shake Shack and eat a burger and fries. I couldn’t believe it myself as I hadn’t been craving anything in over a week.
Although waiting in line for an hour for a burger on a Saturday night was not on Chicken’s weekend itinerary, she indulged the crazy pregnant lady and I shocked myself by eating my meal and enjoying it. It was so awesome to enjoy a meal again!
Sunday we had a really big day planned and I was more than a little bit nervous that I would have to cancel on our friends based on how I’d been feeling. But I gave myself pep talks all morning and we got out of the house and on the train without incident. It ended up being the best day I’d had in weeks both in terms of energy (no nap!) and food (no aversions!).
We met our friends in Maplewood and spent half the day at the pool, where we ran into other friends and their triplets, and then went to a local music festival.
This NJ suburb is gay, gay, gay friendly and full of families with young children. It’s kind of a perfect place to raise a family and we’d been tossing around the idea of buying a house out there ourselves. This was our first trip out there since finding out we were not only definitely pregnant, but with twins. We thought it would be a good test to figure out if this was ‘the kind of place’ for us. We have to move in December one way or another…
But in the end, our number one choice, Brooklyn, still came calling loud and clear. We’re just not cut out for the suburbs–at least not yet!
We are both city girls and are really looking forward to “Brooklyn, Baby, 2010!”
Overall, it ended up being a great weekend with the Chicken and I hope that I continue to feel better this week.
I have done a crap job at keeping up and commenting on everyone’s blogs lately, but I hope I have some more energy for that soon.