The Dirt on Pregnancy Weblog

I should probably apologize for not writing these last couple of weeks. I’m on the last sprint towards my master’s degree and all of my blogging time has been spent working on my paper and presentation and all of my free time has been spent spring cleaning the house.

As my belly gets bigger, so do the small annoyances.  I had to say goodbye to the snoogle pillow. It just wasn’t working out anymore. I am sleeping a little better but the nights that I go to sleep and don’t wake up through the whole night are long gone. I have just gotten used to tossing and turning and peeing and tossing again.  I have increased my exercise time and try to stay up later so that my body is more tired when I lay down to sleep. Both of those strategies seem to be working.

My hair and skin have taken a turn for the worse. My skin is blotchy and I almost HAVE to put on makeup every day to feel good about my appearance. I have a lot of new hair growth which means a lot of “whispies” around the front of my face and the new hair is growing in kinky instead of straight. My hair now has frizzy fly-aways. Super!

My belly is now a stain magnet. When I pull into the garage and then walk passed the tight space between the garage door and my car, my belly takes off all of the dirt on the car in one clean swipe. The other night I was in a room full of crowded people and as I tried to squeeze by people, I keep hitting them with my belly. Clearly I am still not used to my new body. Cooking is also different as my options are to either stand farther away from the cutting board or clean the countertop as I go with my belly.  My aprons are definitely getting more use!  Hugging people now involves me bending over and I’m hoping that I don’t shut my belly into a door one of these days!

My lower back had been killing me at work because my 9 hour days involve sitting at a desk. Fed up with the achiness and pain, I came up with some solutions. I take an hour walk on my lunch break just to get up and use different muscles. I invested in a fitball chair because the lumbar support pillow just wasn’t hacking it. The chair has been AWESOME and my back doesn’t hurt anymore. I think it is also working my core while I sit which is an added bonus when it comes time to push.  I’m looking into prenatal yoga and prenatal massage as well.

My boobs seem to still be growing because they are so heavy. It is painful when I take off my bra and now almost have to sleep in a sports bra. After talking to my mom about how her pregnancies went, all she said was that her boobs grew 3 sizes! She also said that while she was nursing, she couldn’t fit into any of her pre-pregnancy tops because her boobs were so big even though her pants fit. She also told me to get ready for not only the huge boobs, but the hard-as-a-rock boobs too (as she made a knocking gesture on her chest).  Great. Just great.  I’m only 5′2″. The LAST thing I need is huge boobs.

Then there’s the final annoyance. Jenny McCarthy refers to it as the “Snail Trail” in her book, “Belly Laughs” but I refer to it as the vaginal faucet. Let’s just say that even though I’m not getting my period, I’m still wearing thin maxi’s everyday.  Couple that with the fact that my inner thighs seem to be “retaining fat” and the humid summer is approaching, and you’ve got one cranky pregnant lady. Don’t you just love when your fat moist thighs rub together? UGH!

3 more months….3 more months…

I vote that if we must speak of it at all we call it the “Snail Trail” instead.

Comment by Skye April 23, 2008 @ 4:43 pm

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This REALLY makes me want to get prenant.

Comment by Alissa April 23, 2008 @ 9:53 pm

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Snail Trail it is then. I still don’t know who those people are that “love being pregnant.” It is very cool but LOVE is such a strong word!

Comment by jillgior April 24, 2008 @ 1:27 am

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