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The first trimester was already a third over by the time we found out we were pregnant (see explanation here), so it's going fast. Click here for the latest news. Monday, January 10 Although I got out of carrying in groceries yesterday because as we were coming home from Sam's Club/Lowe's/Barnes and Noble, I suddenly started feeling really, really, really queasy. I took some deep breaths and concentrated on not throwing up until we got home. Then I darted inside and had a glass of milk while Tom had to carry in the monster-sized Honey Nut Cheerios, paper towels and toilet paper from Sam's. But, let it be known that I honestly felt sick, and that I'm sure Tom would have rather dealt with the Cheerios than my puke. The good news on the Cheetos front is that Cheetos seem really unappetizing right now, thanks to my all-day, low-grade nausea. Actually, everything seems really unappetizing right now, and for a girl who never met a Cheeto or an M&M she didn't like that's weird. In fact, at work I was given a box of chocolates right after Christmas and I just put them out in the common area for everyone else to eat because they smelled yucky. So giving up Cheetos and chocolate in favor of clementines and bananas hasn't been too hard on me. Thursday, January 13 The other big news is that Plaxico's official due date is August 24... which means s/he could put in an appearance anytime between mid-August and early September. Since I'll be eight months pregnant at the end of August in Virginia, I'm leaning towards the mid-August option. Saturday, January 15 I read somewhere that men can buy "sympathy bellies" to simulate pregnancy, so they know what their partners are going through. I want one of those so that I can be readily identified as adorable and sassy, instead of bloated and out of shape (for those who didn't get the memo, pregnancy is now adorable and sassy, thanks to the adorable and sassy pregnancies of starlets like Gwyneth Paltrow and Kate Hudson). If I'd been wearing a sympathy belly today, then I'm sure that guy would have felt demoralized as he thought, "Shoot, I can barely beat a pregnant lady up this hill." Wednesday, January 19 I figure I have the basics down: no alcohol, limit caffeine (I've given up coffee - no small sacrifice), no sushi (but I don't like it anyway), no unpasteurized cheese (see "sushi"), try to eat more fruits and vegetables, etc., etc. I'm trying hard, and the last thing I need is to feel guilty for not eating enough chocolate. So now, unless they come out with a dietary recommendation such as, "Children born to mothers who consumed excessive amounts of Honey Nut Cheerios during pregnancy were found to be more likely to attend the University of Pennsylvania," I'm ignoring it all. But if you hear anything about the Cheerios-UPenn connection, let me know; I could easily switch to Grape Nuts. Tuesday, January 25 OK, I'm just feigning annoyance - it's actually very nice, and it will be good for each of us to have a baby-convenient car. But I still had a minor freak-out at the car dealer after we signed the check, saying, "Oh my god, I'm not old enough to have a Volvo station wagon. I feel so old. And dowdy. I'll probably have to start wearing pleated-waist khakis and moccasins." And then Tom reminded me that it has 300 horsepower, which means nothing to me, but in his mind seems to justify buying a station wagon. He's only had it for a few days, and so far no one's questioned him too hard about why a swinging non-parent like him needs a station wagon. But I have a feeling that once we break the news there won't be too many surprised people! Saturday, February 5 On Tuesday we out to dinner at a restaurant that - unbeknownst to us - lets children eat free on Tuesdays. I think we were the only childless table in the whole place. This is a sports bar where one would never expect to see a clown wandering around making balloon animals (that were going pop! POP! POP! pop! POP! all night) and giving out glowing necklaces. There were a bunch of rowdy kids at the table to one side of us, and at the end of our meal they started running around having "sword fights" using the balloons from their balloon animals. Then, to make things extra fun for us, the kids at the table on the other side got involved in the sword fighting. So we were sitting there, all, "Our kids will never run around in restaurants like that," "Why don't those parents control their children?" and (this was Tom), "No child of ours will wear shoes with flashing lights in them." We tried to be tolerant, but honestly, our children will never run around in restaurants like that. (Karma, meet my butt... my butt, Karma.) Thursday, February 10 As Gestator in Chief, I'm also doing fine. My queasiness seems to be going away (knock on wood) and I'm not as drop-dead-tired as I was the last month or so (there were actually a couple days when I got home from work and told Tom I was going running, only to have him find me an hour later dozing on the bed). I was down a couple pounds from my pre-conception weight, but the doctor didn't think that was a big deal. She said a lot of women don't gain weight during the first trimester because of nausea or appetite loss, and that in reality something the size of a pinky fingernail doesn't need all that much food. And now that I'm not feeling as queasy it looks like I'll have the appetite to pack on some pounds! Tom, as Crew Chief, is doing fine as well and he seems to have maintained his weight since conception. I gave him a book called The Expectant Father that mentions the phenomenon of "sympathy symptoms" in fathers. He's been really lucky so far, though, and hasn't experienced any of the crummy symptoms, like nausea or exhaustion at 9 p.m. when he wants to go out with friends. He's mostly experienced the fun symptoms, like cravings for peanut butter cup ice cream and exhaustion on a Saturday morning that requires him to sleep in. Wednesday, February 16
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