I met with a nurse yesterday to get a ton of information on pregnancy. She advised me to stop eating food with artificial sweeteners. To me, this mostly means no more diet soda and no more "light" foods, such as yogurt, pudding, etc.
Oh! And she also told me to use real butter instead of the fake substitute, and olive oil, too. Olive oil is not anything new to me, but real butter!? Non-light yogurt!? These things taste so much better than the fakes, I am not having a problem whatsoever taking to this change.
I am not really embracing non-diet soda, I am just removing diet soda completely (caffeine free and caffeinated alike) and drinking other things. I really like Faygo naturally-flavored soda water (grapefruit flavored is my favorite) and of course lots and lots of water!
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Five Things I Wasn’t Prepared For
1. Sense of Smell Overload!
Warning: any and all food that doesn’t sound appealing to eat at this very moment is going to smell dirty and rotten to my newly pregnant nose. This wasn’t the case in the past… if I wasn’t hungry, the smell of a hot dog didn’t make me want to hurl… I probably didn’t even register a thought about it!
Now, especially at work where the smells are much less under my control, when a nearby coworker decides to heat up last night’s feast (feast used very loosely here) – the smell literally sends my stomach into somersaults.
Also offending my nasal passages – gas (the dog, the husband, my own) – feet – morning breath – the smell of dog in the house (not him personally, just the general “our house smells like dog” issue) – not freshly washed bodies – dirty clothes. All of these really and truly give my tummy aches. NOT FUN!
2. My Work Badge
Weird one here. I wear my work badge around my neck on a basic landyard thing. Nothing fancy. But when I walk, it swings against my body with every other step. I never ever noticed this in the past, I swear. But now, the tap-tap-tap on my stomach is really uncomfortable, and kind of makes me nauseous. I know that sounds ridiculous, but it’s true! Now I have to hold my badge with one hand (with it still around my neck) when I am walking, or take it off altogether. But I kind of prefer to hold the badge (I promise, it doesn’t look too weird) as it gives me an excuse to put my hand up and somewhat obstruct my growing belly.
3. My Growing Belly
Now duh, I wasn’t thinking that this WASN’T going to happen… I guess I am just surprised that it happened so fast. And, I’ll be the first to admit that I wasn’t exactly sporting Heidi Klum type abs to begin with… my midsection has probably always been my most chubby area, so any additional weight to that area quickly made all of my pants obsolete. I had to resort to my loosest fitting pants just about every day, in order to avoid Muffin Top Galore at work…
4. The Gas
And really, I’m only talking about the grotesque type (exiting the body in a not-so-pleasant area) that was an issue for the first couple of weeks… I would let them rip like no other, when in the comfort of my own home, and within earshot of Nick. He got a kick out of it! I’m pretty sure I scared the dog a couple of times, too. I also had crazy gas in my upper stomach – I’m guessing the small intestine area? I have no idea. But in that area right underneath my breasts, by my ribcage, I was so bloated! You could tap the skin, and hear the hollowness echo back at you. It was bizarre.
5. The Morning Sickness
Again, no, I'm not stupid. I know that women get this... it's just that... I didn't have it for 2-2.5 weeks after I found out I was pregnant. I naively believed that if I didn't have it right away, I would never have it. I walked around smugly, saying to myself "those other women are babies, making up this morning sickness crap". Oh, silly silly Lindsay. Morning sickness hit me like a Mack Truck, just out of the blue one day, and hasn't really eased up yet.
Now, mine is of the "most of the day" variety, and is actually pretty mellow, if you don't count the actual throwing up incidents. I just generally feel nauseous, and the best word I can describe is "delicate". I feel as though if I were to do five jumping jacks, that I would display my lunch in a churned up manner all over the floor. Let's just leave it at that. I have no energy to work out, no appetite to eat healthy food, and no desire to do anything but lay on the couch when I get home from work. This has proved to be not so great in terms of keeping healthy, fit, and active in my first trimester, but I consider survival a feat in itself at this point.
Warning: any and all food that doesn’t sound appealing to eat at this very moment is going to smell dirty and rotten to my newly pregnant nose. This wasn’t the case in the past… if I wasn’t hungry, the smell of a hot dog didn’t make me want to hurl… I probably didn’t even register a thought about it!
Now, especially at work where the smells are much less under my control, when a nearby coworker decides to heat up last night’s feast (feast used very loosely here) – the smell literally sends my stomach into somersaults.
Also offending my nasal passages – gas (the dog, the husband, my own) – feet – morning breath – the smell of dog in the house (not him personally, just the general “our house smells like dog” issue) – not freshly washed bodies – dirty clothes. All of these really and truly give my tummy aches. NOT FUN!
2. My Work Badge
Weird one here. I wear my work badge around my neck on a basic landyard thing. Nothing fancy. But when I walk, it swings against my body with every other step. I never ever noticed this in the past, I swear. But now, the tap-tap-tap on my stomach is really uncomfortable, and kind of makes me nauseous. I know that sounds ridiculous, but it’s true! Now I have to hold my badge with one hand (with it still around my neck) when I am walking, or take it off altogether. But I kind of prefer to hold the badge (I promise, it doesn’t look too weird) as it gives me an excuse to put my hand up and somewhat obstruct my growing belly.
3. My Growing Belly
Now duh, I wasn’t thinking that this WASN’T going to happen… I guess I am just surprised that it happened so fast. And, I’ll be the first to admit that I wasn’t exactly sporting Heidi Klum type abs to begin with… my midsection has probably always been my most chubby area, so any additional weight to that area quickly made all of my pants obsolete. I had to resort to my loosest fitting pants just about every day, in order to avoid Muffin Top Galore at work…
4. The Gas
And really, I’m only talking about the grotesque type (exiting the body in a not-so-pleasant area) that was an issue for the first couple of weeks… I would let them rip like no other, when in the comfort of my own home, and within earshot of Nick. He got a kick out of it! I’m pretty sure I scared the dog a couple of times, too. I also had crazy gas in my upper stomach – I’m guessing the small intestine area? I have no idea. But in that area right underneath my breasts, by my ribcage, I was so bloated! You could tap the skin, and hear the hollowness echo back at you. It was bizarre.
5. The Morning Sickness
Again, no, I'm not stupid. I know that women get this... it's just that... I didn't have it for 2-2.5 weeks after I found out I was pregnant. I naively believed that if I didn't have it right away, I would never have it. I walked around smugly, saying to myself "those other women are babies, making up this morning sickness crap". Oh, silly silly Lindsay. Morning sickness hit me like a Mack Truck, just out of the blue one day, and hasn't really eased up yet.
Now, mine is of the "most of the day" variety, and is actually pretty mellow, if you don't count the actual throwing up incidents. I just generally feel nauseous, and the best word I can describe is "delicate". I feel as though if I were to do five jumping jacks, that I would display my lunch in a churned up manner all over the floor. Let's just leave it at that. I have no energy to work out, no appetite to eat healthy food, and no desire to do anything but lay on the couch when I get home from work. This has proved to be not so great in terms of keeping healthy, fit, and active in my first trimester, but I consider survival a feat in itself at this point.
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