Pregnancy is like a fingerprint – each experience is entirely unique. What I’m going through is my own journey, just as every other expectant person has their own tale to tell. And let’s not forget, those who’ve been there, done that, are more than eager to share their stories. So, spill the beans, folks! I’m all ears for the adventures that await.
Navigating the Nausea:
Fourteen weeks in and I’ve managed to dodge the morning sickness bullet—until now, that is. It struck me like a surprise party two days ago, and thankfully, it’s been a no-show since. Here’s to a stomach that’s been on its best behavior!
Cravings Unplugged:
An ode to fruits, particularly apples, bananas, and anything juicy and red. Oh, and let’s not forget the elusive juicy watermelon. Then there was that one wild day when I craved a Big Mac – because, why not?
By the way, ‘craving’ feels like such an understated word for the fierce, all-encompassing desire that comes with a pregnancy craving. It’s as if the universe has conspired, and only that one particular food will do.
My Expanding Universe:
Being a proud plus-sized lady, I’ve got more to love, and it’s not always easy to notice weight gain. But this week, my belly’s decided to make its presence known. And the top of my ribs? Sore. Apparently, laughter, sneezes, and coughs are now Olympic-level sports.
As for my arms, they’re protesting like I’ve just run a marathon. Funny thing is, I’m not in the business of working out. Yet here we are, thanks to the marvels of pregnancy.
Pregnancy Hacks:
Essential oils and alcohol wipes are my trusty sidekicks. And as it turns out, my little one has a strong aversion to greasy foods. Sorry, mozzarella sticks and pizza, you’re on the banned list, unless you’ve been well-patted with a napkin.
Detective Work and Double Lines:
The early signs were like neon billboards. First, the spotting – my body’s quirky way of announcing a new tenant. Then, the olfactory revolution, where even the office kitchen became a scent symphony.
If you’re reading this, fish enthusiast, know that you’ve been noticed (and not in a good way).
Finally, a missed period, which for me, was a plot twist in my usual routine. Cue the lunchtime Wendy’s run, followed by a Target adventure for disposable cups and pregnancy tests. The sticks didn’t keep me waiting, and there it was – the life-changing double lines.
And So It Begins:
The phone call from my gynecologist’s office, the congratulatory message from my doctor, and here we are, on this wild journey.
Next Stop: Weekly Updates and Maternity Wardrobe Edits:
For this blog, expect weekly insights, tips, and tales that might just come in handy for fellow pregnant warriors. As for me, I’ll be busy playing fashion editor, bidding farewell to pieces that no longer make the cut. And here’s to hoping the fruit cravings stick around – pickles in ice cream, you’ll have to wait your turn!
Pregnancy is like a fingerprint – each experience is entirely unique. What I’m going through is my own journey, just as every other expectant person has their own tale to tell. And let’s not forget, those who’ve been there, done that, are more than eager to share their stories. So, spill the beans, folks! I’m all ears for the adventures that await.
Navigating the Nausea:
Fourteen weeks in and I’ve managed to dodge the morning sickness bullet—until now, that is. It struck me like a surprise party two days ago, and thankfully, it’s been a no-show since. Here’s to a stomach that’s been on its best behavior!
Cravings Unplugged:
An ode to fruits, particularly apples, bananas, and anything juicy and red. Oh, and let’s not forget the elusive juicy watermelon. Then there was that one wild day when I craved a Big Mac – because, why not?
By the way, ‘craving’ feels like such an understated word for the fierce, all-encompassing desire that comes with a pregnancy craving. It’s as if the universe has conspired, and only that one particular food will do.
My Expanding Universe:
Being a proud plus-sized lady, I’ve got more to love, and it’s not always easy to notice weight gain. But this week, my belly’s decided to make its presence known. And the top of my ribs? Sore. Apparently, laughter, sneezes, and coughs are now Olympic-level sports.
As for my arms, they’re protesting like I’ve just run a marathon. Funny thing is, I’m not in the business of working out. Yet here we are, thanks to the marvels of pregnancy.
Pregnancy Hacks:
Essential oils and alcohol wipes are my trusty sidekicks. And as it turns out, my little one has a strong aversion to greasy foods. Sorry, mozzarella sticks and pizza, you’re on the banned list, unless you’ve been well-patted with a napkin.
Detective Work and Double Lines:
The early signs were like neon billboards. First, the spotting – my body’s quirky way of announcing a new tenant. Then, the olfactory revolution, where even the office kitchen became a scent symphony.
If you’re reading this, fish enthusiast, know that you’ve been noticed (and not in a good way).
Finally, a missed period, which for me, was a plot twist in my usual routine. Cue the lunchtime Wendy’s run, followed by a Target adventure for disposable cups and pregnancy tests. The sticks didn’t keep me waiting, and there it was – the life-changing double lines.
And So It Begins:
The phone call from my gynecologist’s office, the congratulatory message from my doctor, and here we are, on this wild journey.
Next Stop: Weekly Updates and Maternity Wardrobe Edits:
For this blog, expect weekly insights, tips, and tales that might just come in handy for fellow pregnant warriors. As for me, I’ll be busy playing fashion editor, bidding farewell to pieces that no longer make the cut. And here’s to hoping the fruit cravings stick around – pickles in ice cream, you’ll have to wait your turn!
