Along with the bizarre comparisons of random fruits and vegetables to my baby from babycenter. com (hothouse English cucumber, anyone??), every week of this pregnancy seems to bring something new and bizarre to my life. This past week has given me my eleventy bajillionth cold of the past 7 months. (Travis and I both woke up one morning with sore throats. His remained sore for about 24 hrs. I have spent the last 144 hrs with a sore throat, sinus pressure, and three boxes of tissues...and this cold is till going strong. Men suck.)
The week before that, it was weird brown spots that showed up on the apples of my cheeks despite the 70 SPF sunscreen I dilligently applied every day at the beach. They've faded somewhat in the last few days, but they are definitely still there. I'm afraid they might be permanent. Oh well.
Two weeks ago, the acid reflux started. At least, I'm pretty sure it's acid reflux. I've never had problems with indigestion or reflux, so I was pretty unfamiliar with the vastly unpleasant sensation that was occuring on an hourly basis. But my husband, who is a veteran of the indigestion wars, diagnosed me with acid reflux and bestowed upon me his stock of antacids. They've helped, and I've just tried to be positive about it. At least I know I'm getting enough calcium thanks to my daily supply of Tums!
Then there was the week that I craved a cheeseburger from McDonald's. (Sorry for another parenthesis, but this requires a backstory to get the full understanding of the weirdness of that craving. I am a notoriously picky eater, and somewhere around late elementary school and middle school, I stopped eating burgers. I have never been a big fan of sandwiches, with a few odd exceptions, and McDonald's cheeseburgers were the last to go. I'm pretty sure I haven't eaten one since that time. But all of a sudden, 15 cheeseburger-less years later, nothing sounded better than a cheeseburger from Mickey D's. So I ate one. And it was good. End of story.) I haven't had many weird cravings thus far. There have been times when I really got fixated on having a certain dish or meal, but mostly they weren't atypical or ancedotal cravings.
One of my least favorite weeks of all was the one that started the full-on numbess in my hips every time I laid down for bed. It's gotten better, then worse, then better again. I know it's sciatica related, and I've tried to maintain some of the stretches from the physical therapy, but they don't seem to make much difference. But it seems to be isolated to just laying down now, whereas it was happening when I stood and sat before. So, I'm dealing with it.
But one of my most absolute, favoritest weeks of all was the one when I first started to feel the baby move. I can't believe I've waited so long to write about it, but it has been on my mind for months now. I don't remember exactly which week it was, but it fell exactly in the time range they said it would. It started out as a few nudges while sitting in our living room, watching tv with Travis. I wasn't sure, but when the same sensations repeated themselves the next day and the next...I knew. Just like all the books and websites say, there really aren't words to describe it.
And you know how before, I was struggling to emotionally connect to this pregnancy? How seeing the ultrasounds and hearing the heartbeat just didn't do it for me? Well, feeling this baby move inside me has rocked my world. And now that he's bigger, and I can actually see the little nudges and bumps from the outside, as well as feel them on the inside...it's amazing. It brings the term "navel gazing" to a whole new level. I literally will sit and stare at my belly for minutes at a time, just watching him move. It's my new favorite thing. I even took a video of it.
While I know some women hate to have their belly rubbed when they are pregnant, I constantly have the urge to pull the person next to me over and place their hand on my belly when it happens. I don't know how the couple I sat next to in church last Sunday would have felt about it, but I really wanted them to know how awesome it was that my baby felt like he was turning cartwheels while his daddy was preaching. I didn't do it, but I was so tempted.
So, if you are ever sitting next to me, and I get a little smile on my face, you better watch out...