Baby is still pretty quiet. Kicks are few and far between, but I am super thankful for the ones I do feel. They are reassuring. I find myself needing a lot of reassurance that all is well.
I am also finding that the weight gain has been harder for me to be okay with this time, probably due to the fact that I had lost so much after Creed and I feel like I’m packing it all back on.
Here’s my big confession – I’ve gained 25#.
Never have I gained 25# in the first trimester. (Well, I didn’t gain all of that in the first trimester, but a fair share of it.) And that feels discouraging. Yes, I know I’ve gotten the weight off before, but it’s hard work, and I had thought this time I wouldn’t pack it on quite like this, but here I am…
And yes, the comments about being almost due have begun to pour in. In fact, just this past week, I told a woman when I was due and as her eyes got as round as my belly, I followed it up with my customary, “I always get huge.” To which she replied, “I’d say so.”
Um…thanks….where’s the nearest exit?
I did realize one issue with my weight gain was a really bad taste in my mouth that I combatted by eating…all. the. time. As soon as I stopped eating, the bad taste came back. So, I ate…and ate…and ate. When my weight gain hit 25 pounds, I decided I had to do something other than eat.
So, I researched.
What I found out was that sometimes a bad taste in your mouth that causes you to want to eat to keep it at bay is an acidity issue and the best way to take care of it is by swishing your mouth out with a mixture of baking soda and water – 1/4 tsp to 1 cup water to be exact. I keep it on the kitchen counter so that I can swish as needed, and surprisingly it has helped tremendously!
One not so good thing I’ve found this pregnancy, is that I have turned into a complainer. I’m not usually a complainer. (OK, I was with my first and second because I was young and ungrateful, but I really don’t have that excuse anymore.) I do not want a repeat of the postpartum depression I had with Baby #7, so I am hyper-aware of my attitude during pregnancy because that is where it all started with him. The complaining is really nothing more than making mountains out of molehills. Stressing and fussing over little things that are fleeting.
Pregnancy isn’t a permanent condition (no matter what my relatives think). I won’t be pregnant forever (no matter what I think). And actually, pregnancy is typically a very sweet time for me. Not as much is required of me. I get to take breaks without anyone thinking I’m a wimp. My life slows down. My family takes very good care of me. I am blessed!
So, complaining…hit the road!
Speaking of taking good care of me…
You know what my husband is doing in the photo below? He’s picking mulberries for me from the tree I used to eat off of as a little girl. This tree is at my dad’s farm. I would climb on top of the cab of my dad’s pickup and pick the juiciest, yummiest mulberries until I was all purpley. The mulberries Ty picked for me tasted exactly like my memories.
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