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A long time ago before I was ever conceived of my granddad told my mom ‘boys make you fat’.
Taking this literally, she thought about this, perhaps they weren’t such a great idea that day.
Week 18 of my pregnancy started this week according to my obstetric and Gynecologist.
I have a few back up ob/gyn’s the special one is always busy.
The first one was a man. I was a little uncomfortable he was young and uninformed. He told me to eat the same as usual. My usual one corrected his freshman’s mistake.
At week 18 they say you start to lose your center of gravity. My sister always talked about this through her pregnancy. I had no idea what the hell she was talking about but nodded understandingly.
Being fat makes you clumsy. Gaining weight, having a person share your body starts to make me bump into things I never did before.
My center of gravity isn’t out! I just gained 39 lb in 4 .5 months. Good luck trying to chic and slinky. My car makes me angry, heaving my pants on is frustrating, my apartment is getting smaller, everything is in my big asses way! I have a few changes of clothes that fit comfortably and don’t feel like a snake has dislocated its jaw and swallowed me whole in some sweaty jungle somewhere.
So yeah, I am pissy! But not all the time. I constantly have to remind myself ‘that it isn’t that supermodels fault I am pregnant, no she didn’t do it.’ Nor did that guy that cuts me off in traffic. So I manage it with grunts.
Before I get into the gym I am grunting up the stairs like a chain smoking liquor swilling old man. To sit down I make a weightlifters well affected grunt.
When a baby moves in you just have to adjust, and use compromise like every other thing in life.
You make me fat (baby) I am allowed to grunt gainfully all day while doing basic activities.
And if I see a gossip magazine with another freaking flawless pregnant woman who is rail thin with a baby bump in a Versace dress I can snort and tis out loud.
Baby should be 15cm by now and it already has taken over my world maybe housing it for 9 months isn’t so bad. Two would best.
I always thought and still do think human pregnancy is way too long. Apparently elephants are pregnant for two years. And scientists wonder why elephants have funeral rituals.
In any case, I am glad I am over the pregnancy junk food fianza and moving back into normal meals. I can list every scrap of junk food I ate but won’t. (I can be made to admit I loved every second of it)
The trick is pre-preparing meals before I go out and having drinks ready. I can’t go for as long as before without a meal so I may as well roll with it. It also helps with blood sugar levels and mood.
Tomorrow I get my ultrasound so maybe I find out the gender if the person who does the ultra sound can break contract. They aren’t supposed to tell you but you can bug then into it. I should have a right to know.
I am no one of those gender amazed people that think its a great surprise I rather prepare for what comes with each gender. And you can tell me that a boy is the same as a girl in terms of preparation.
Boys can get circumcised. Girls get their periods. Here are some basic things to prepare for at least physiologically.
So that is that with week 18. I am less blue-sy than than month 2. Which just consisted mainly of eating, crying and sleeping (repeat cycle).
This week if anything I am just as spacey as I have been since I found out (more blood, oxygen, medication change — who knows) how ever just more determined to get my life organized and slightly pissy at times.
