Bumpdate: 9 Weeks

9 weeks pregnant

This isn’t the best photo of me, but I laughed out loud when I saw my baby photo bomber.

Good news: the last two weeks have definitely been better than the first week that I started feeling sick, with the exception of a few bad days. It’s also been much more tolerable than it was with Natalie, and I don’t know if my body is just handling the hormones better, or if I’m doing a better job taking care of myself.

Probably a bit of both.

Last time I gleefully embraced “eating for two,” even though the “two” part of that equation was the size of a poppyseed. I worked just a few minutes away from a grocery store, so I’d roam the aisles on my lunch break sweeping anything and everything that sounded good into my shopping basket. Poptarts, crackers and cheese, cookies, Easy Mac — all kinds of stuff that I rarely eat, so it really was no surprise when I’d gained five pounds by the time we met our midwife for the first appointment.

I also quit exercising immediately because of the fatigue that weighs you down like a lead blanket. I knew, logically, that I’d feel better after working out, but I didn’t make myself do it.

I really regret that. Not so this time! I’m continuing with my mom + baby workout group that meets three times per week, and my goal is to make it to every one of those workouts. Some days I really have to push myself to get there. I spend a lot of time arguing with myself in my head, that sweet, insidious voice making a very compelling case for staying home when I feel nauseous and “being productive” instead.

Which is LAUGHABLE because when I skip Mama Beasts (that’s what we’re called; did I mention that before? BEST NAME EVER.) I do nothing. Maybe I’ll empty the dishwasher, but that’s about it. But if I go? That’s the whole morning, all planned out. Those of you with small children understand just how sanity-saving that is, amiright?

Plus I do feel so much better after working out. It’s a tough hour; I won’t lie. Especially since I can’t go as hard as I could even a month ago, and that’s a bitter pill to swallow for someone who always wants to be WINNING AT LIFE. But I do what I can, which is always more than I think I’m capable of while pregnant, and now can we please go home and have naptime because MOMMY REALLY NEEDS A NAP RIGHT NOW.

Our first appointment is next week and I can’t wait, because we’re going to tell the extended family after that. My parents are about to burst from keeping this secret from other relatives that they see every day, so it’ll be a big relief when it’s all out in the open.

Onward and upward! Or outward, in my case.

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