This Thursday I turned 12 weeks. This kid is the size of a lime and is practicing reflexes today. What a trip, right? I have heard the heartbeat twice-amazing! It’s amazing that there’s a little, living person inside of me right now. At my 12 week appointment the heartbeat was 156 and my doctor says, “sounds like a girl!”. I guess we will see at my 20 week ultrasound! I’m still betting boy. Two little boys to terrorize me when they are teens. They’ll build forts in our living room and jump out of trees.
Ok, so how have the last 4 weeks gone? Uh. Well…I’ve exercised, ran, led boot camps, caught a horrid cold, moved downstairs, got a job, plan to quit a job, all while being much sicker this time around and about as tired. The fact that I can take a nap with toddler J here and there makes a big difference with my energy levels. But man…this has been the worst nausea. But it’s letting up, slowly but surely and I’m not dry heaving every day! I call that a win!
From doctor’s visit to doctor’s visit, I’ve only gained a half a pound (my home scale says 3, but whatever ;)). I’m pretty sure with J I had already gained 5, so I am off to a good start. My jeans still fit (albeit tight, namely in the rear) and I am not breaking out the maternity clothes just yet. With Jack I had already gained 18-20 lbs at 20 weeks. I dont want to repeat that if possible. It’s only 8 weeks away and I am much more active so I think it might be doable.
As for food, I will be honest. Yes, yes, I will be honest. I have not eaten the best. No, I havent really eaten well at all. But, man, when the nausea hits you, you just have to eat. And my refrigerator and my kitchen would just make me sick. Yep, sick. So…we did have a lot of take out. But, I can stand my kitchen now without barfing and can look at greens again (I had *gasp* a SALAD yesterday!), I will be aiming for much healthier eats in the weeks to come.
Speaking of which, I am craving that salad dressing from my salad yesterday…must…buy…salad. Must…buy…salad.