In case we aren’t facebook friends (or in case you aren’t diligently keeping up with my pregnancy timeline), then you might not be aware that as of Sunday, we have officially entered the second trimester! I’m starting to think that my body is having a delayed reaction to this whole pregnancy thing, because as I indicated last week, I seem to be feeling progressively worse rather than better, so that’s special. And to further prove my point, allow me to share with you the following list of things I can no longer seem to control:
- My emotions: Again, facebook friends are well aware that I recently cried about chicken salad. In my defense, it had been a long day and I was really hungry, and finding out that the chicken salad was made with pineapple proved more than I could handle without falling apart at the moment. There might have been some yelling in addition to the tears, which leads me to the next item on the list…
- My temper: It is no secret to those that know me that I have a bit of a quick temper. Let’s just say that pregnancy has seemed to kick that into overdrive. I currently have two modes: (1) content and (2) breathing fire with smoke coming out of my ears. Brian is unfortunately the most frequent victim, but I am sad to report that he is not the only one thus far.
- My sense of smell: I thought this would happen early on, but it hasn’t been an issue until recently. Smells that I find particularly offensive? Coffee, garbage (no surprise there), and the refrigerator at work. Other highly unenjoyable activities? Using public restrooms, riding on elevators with smokers, and being near people that wear a lot of perfume/cologne. Oh, and I also recently described an odor as smelling like my grandmother’s old sea shell collection, so apparently my sense of smell has also become very specific.
- (Still) My appetite: Ugh. There is nothing else to say about this. No food is safe—not even my beloved peanut butter sandwiches or macaroni and cheese. And yet I feel terrible if I don't eat... blah.
I would be remiss in not mentioning how well Brian is coping with my current “state.” I apologize for my behavior as often as I can, but it’s usually well after the damage is done. I just asked him to hold on and bear with me for another 6 months… at which point I will just become a different kind of crazy. Lord help him if there are two girls in there to add to the craziness!
I should also mention that on Saturday (after the chicken salad incident) when I asked him what we should do with the money we made from our garage sale that morning, he responded without hesitation that we should put it towards the nursery. I’m sure he really wanted to suggest putting it towards buying me a straightjacket, but very sweet of him to say otherwise, right?
Oh, and a big thank you to all of you for your feedback from my last post, although we admittedly got way more input on the childcare question than the babymoon question—ha, guess that shouldn’t surprise me!
While we have made pretty much no progress on the nanny search front, we DID decide on a babymoon location: New Orleans. This surprises some people because obviously we aren’t planning to spend our nights out on Bourbon Street, but there is a lot more to do (and eat) in New Orleans than go out to shady bars, and it’s supposed to be pretty at Christmas time, so there’s that. I’ll be sure to keep you posted!
In the meantime, I have yet another opportunity for you to provide feedback—lucky you! We would like to get a nicer camera before the babies are born, but we would prefer not to spend an arm and a leg on it. (Edited to add: I think for now we would just like to get a nicer digital point and shoot camera... not sure it's realistic for us to lug around or take the time to learn how to use the fancy pants digital SLR cameras!) Any suggestions?