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July 27, 2009


Confessions of the Freaked Out Pregnant Lady at Nine Weeks

Hi, I’ve been quiet and now I’m getting emails asking if I’m OK and even Chicken has noticed that I haven’t blogged in a long time, so here I am.
This last week (week 9) really through me for a loop. There were things that happened here in blogland that scared the beejesus out of me and that combined with my distinct lack of morning sickness had me feeling very, very panicky.

I haven’t wanted to blog about the morning sickness out of guilt. Basically, I wrote about my food aversions in week 7 and then…it was like I sent that out in the universe and things got better. So, yeah, I’ve had one week where I felt kinda bad and week 8 and 9 have been really good.
So good that I started believing there was no way I could still be pregnant (yes, even though I had an ultrasound in week 8 that assured me everything was fine). The assurance an ultrasound brings can last a week or 24 hours.

I do have some ‘ick of the stomach’, but I also think I’ve learned what is working with my body and have a routine:
  • eat saltines before getting out of bed
  • wait 20 minutes
  • put on accupressure wrist bands
  • go to kitchen and make smoothie
  • in the morning eat something every 2 hours
  • in the afternoon eat something every 2-3 hours
  • green apples are the best
  • movement is good
  • laying around makes me feel worse
  • water must be ice cold and with lemon, lime or orange slices
  • in the evening eat something every 3-4 hours
  • ice cream is your friend
  • don’t eat too much
  • don’t eat too little
  • never take your prenatal after only eating a side salad (the only time I’ve puked!)
  • never go to bed hungry
Being an RE patient you become used to those ultrasounds and constant check up’s and by Friday I had decided I was tired of being anxious and freaking out and damn it I wanted an ultrasound.
Saturday morning Chicken and I walked up to the clinic and lo and behold as my RE said “there they are, two little human beings”
To which I replied, “And they’re alive?” Because even though I’m right there looking at them this is still all so surreal and wonderful and freaky and amazing. Then we heard the heartbeats and were sent on our way with the RE telling me I was very, very lucky for not having m/s. And I am, I know I really am and I am so grateful for that.

I’m growing humans in my body. At 9 weeks, 5 days, Chicklet and Shadow Boxer are actually starting to look like tiny humans…but still a little like aliens. One baby looks like the body is in 2 parts, but it’s just the angle.