I’m 10 weeks pregnant. Not much has changed since last week. According to what I’m reading, my uterus is the size of a grapefruit now ,and the baby is about 1 3/4 inches from crown to rump. She’s the size of a kumquat, apparently. Of course, you’d never know that if you looked at my belly, which is still slightly bloaty and gross.
Actually, this week, the bloat has gone down quite a bit and I am left looking just kind of fat and lazy. I’m not sure which is worse… the last few weeks, I was so bloated that I had quite a large bump, and if people asked me how far along I was, it was really embarrassing to have to answer that I was still in the first trimester! But now, I don’t even look pregnant, so no one asks, and I find myself self consciously sticking my belly out and rubbing it to make myself feel better. Ugh.
My emotions are all over the place this week. I broke down in heaving sobs yesterday while watching the Tinkerbell movie with Dexter. He came over and kept asking what was wrong, and I kept reassuring him that all was well, but the poor kid was really confused. He just kept saying, “Tinkerbell not sad, mama. Tinkerbell happy.” And that just served to make me cry harder, because the kid really had to think hard about what to say to make me feel better, and I didn’t want him to have to take time out of his happy movie to console his crazy mom.
My nausea has improved a little this week. I still feel like I have a bad hangover most of the time, but there are entire chunks of time where everything is okay, and I just feel slightly bad. I’m not taking the Unisom so much at night. It really knocks me out for HOURS when I take it, and it is so much harder to wake in the mornings. Though when I don’t take it, I’ll admit I hardly sleep at all.
I have a minor cold this week, which is no fun. Being pregnant limits the kinds of medicines I can take, and even something as mild as Tylenol freaks me out after I read recent studies linking it to ADHD. So I just suffer in silence.
I keep looking for further “proof” that this is a girl I’m carrying, and this week I’ve had two extra reasons to think so. Firstly, I did the Chinese Gender Prediction test, which I’ve done with each of my other pregnancies. In my previous two pregnancies, the test predicted I’d have girls, and both were boys. This time, it predicts a boy, so I’m counting on a girl.
The other “proof” is an old wive’s tale. It says that girl babies steal beauty from their mothers, and if that is true, I am definitely having a girl. I have pimples everywhere. My hair goes between incredibly dry and frizzy to super greasy and lank in the space of a few hours. I’m sprouting extra hair everywhere, and I have dandruff and dry patches all over my face and body. Aren’t I lucky?
Of course, I am looking forward to my scan this coming week. I’ll be 11 weeks on Wednesday, and I am hopeful that we’ll get to see a perfect baby inside of me with a strong heart and everything as it should be.
I guess I’m still a little bitter that I’ve lost two weeks (or I guess gained is a better word) in this pregnancy. Since by my LMP, I SHOULD be two weeks farther along. But the first scan showed the baby as two weeks behind in growth. So part of me is hoping that this next scan, she’ll have grown and will be much bigger than anticipated.
One can dream.
Only a few more weeks until I’m in the second trimester! WOOHOO!
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