This weekend we went to prom.
Greg works with people with special needs and every year they get to go to the prom. These poor folks don't get to escape the agonies of prom after only three or four years, they are forced to do it year after year after year. Luckily, they love it. All of Greg's clients have been stoked about prom for weeks. They all found themselves some hot dates and got all jazzed up and my, were they looking nice. It was one of the most adorable things to see them all parade in with their flowers and dresses and suits. Greg asked me if I would be his date, and I replied yes of course because I always wondered what it would be like to be knocked up at prom. Now I know!
I wore my high school prom dress. I haven't worn this bad boy for ten years. I wore it to a girl ask boy dance with a boy who I had a big fat crush when I was 17 years old. I thought he was the moon and the stars, and I liked him so much that I hardly dared to talk to him through out the entire date (I was so socially awkward in high school. I still am, but I seem to have grown in to my awkwardness. At 17, I didn't know what in the world to do with it.) I remember hoping so bad at the end of the night that he would kiss me. He didn't. Now, I think of all those boys I used to love in high school and all the boys I dated in college, and all I know is I married the best crush I ever had and that's a fact.
Also I kind of feel like I am lying when I post pictures like the above one with my belly sticking out to the side. It makes it look a lot bigger than it really is- to be honest and fair, my belly rarely looks that pronounced. It mostly just looks like extra cushion all around my sides. At night or after meals the bump is more pronounced and it actually kind of looks like I'm pregnant, but most of the time it just looks like I've eaten one too many cupcakes. Also the other day when I was leaving the ice cream place a teenage boy hollered at me, "Hey girl!" and I felt like saying back "Well, sheesh, kid you kind of just made my day! Now sit down and let me teach you how to write a thesis statement."
Being pregnant is kind of crazy. Half of the time I forget I'm growing a body and the other half of the time it's all I can think about. These past few weeks I have felt more out of control with my emotions than I ever have. I read online that your emotions are supposed to be all wonky the first trimester and then in the second trimester everything normalizes until you go crazy again in the third trimester. Well, if these are supposed to be "normal" emotions then I am royally screwed. Third trimester is going to be a triiiiiip.
(Tangent: I only believe half- if even that much- of anything I read on the internet about pregnancy. I'm convinced these pregnancy sites are run by a gaggle of fifteen year old boys who entertain themselves by coming up with their idea of hilarious things to say to freak out pregnant women.)
"You will be constipated!" Evil laugh!
"You will have to go to the dentist twice as often!" Evil laugh!
"You will have to pee all day every day!" Evil laugh!
"You will want more sex!" Evil laugh!
"You will cry all the time like a little baby sissy pants!" Evil laugh!
"You will fart more!" Evil evil EVIL LAUGH!
I rest my case- pregnancy sites are written by teenage boys.)
Moving on, the past few weeks have been rough emotionally, and the worst part is that I don't even realize it until it's past the point of no return. All of a sudden I am crying my eyes out because of: a nice thing said by a student/ an episode of Wife Swap/ a cute puppy dog/ not being able to play tennis/ burning dinner/ getting cut off in traffic/ airplane ticket prices going up/ the fact that Greg surprised me by cleaning the whole apartment/ not getting to watch the olympics/ watching too much olympics/ INSERT ANY OTHER THING IN THE WORLD HERE AND I PROMISE I HAVE CRIED OVER IT.
For the most part, I feel like I can keep it together. Until I get home. As soon as I walk in the door I'm like a ticking bomb just waiting for Greg to say something so I can explode my pregnancy hormone tears all over him. Then when he says I am exhausted and need to go to sleep because I'm acting crazy I retort, "And don't call me crazy!" and then collapse on the bed for the next eight hours. It all makes perfect logical sense, I promise. The poor dude gets all the vulnerability/ excitement/ fears/ anticipation/ exhaustion/ crazy train at once without any of the normalcy. My students get the normalcy, and they're not even grateful! Brats!
I can't be sure, but I don't think it's easy to be married to a pregnant woman. Maybe I should ask those 15 year olds who run the pregnancy sites... they'd probably know.
Other stuff you might want to know about my pregnancy but probably couldn't care less about:
Cravings: Cake batter frozen yogurt errry day, yo. Seriously. I've stopped the past four days in a row and I am so pleased with my life. I'm also craving diet coke again which is SO welcome since I couldn't stand it my first trimester. A lot of people said when I didn't drink dc for two months, "Oh now is the perfect itme for you to go off of it," and I thought, "Are you crazy people, why would I ever want to go off of diet coke? That stuff is nectar from the gods!" And lucky for me, my body is once again welcoming it. Thanks, body!
Aversions: Hamburgers, KFC, basically any fast food or anything fried.
Looking forward to: Ultrasound appointment on March 17 to find out gender. Also, feeling the baby kick. I've heard the baby first kicks sometime around now, and I am seriously stoked. Oh! And I have Friday off of work. That has nothing to do with having a baby, but boo yah for me!
Weight gain: None so far. I lost 4-5 pounds the first trimester because I was able to eat so little, and I am now back to my pre pregnancy weight.
Baby purchases: Ummm... no. I'm much too much of a procrastinator for that. It doesn't mean I'm not excited, just haven't gotten into purchasing mode yet. I hate spending money. And there's no room in our apartment to put stuff.
Baby size: The size of a green pepper. And in related news, the internet told me my uterus is now the size of a cantaloupe. If that's not terrifying, I don't know what is. Curse those 15 year old boys who run those sites!
Maternity clothes: No. I did look and so far I can say with surety that the maternity sections in both H&M and Gap totally suck. (Sorry, Kristen, I know those were your suggestions. I still love you.) Any other suggestions? Help me people!
Pregnancy goals: Exercise/ do something active for at least 30 minutes a day. This is mostly a life goal as I get depressed and crazy if I don't get out and be active. Greg and I enjoyed our first tennis session of the year today (almost 60 degrees in Utah in February, Let's get a woot woot for global warming!) and it felt great! I'm hoping to still be able to run and play for much of my pregnancy. And when I say run I don't mean real run. I mean like little kid run. If you catch my drift.