29 Weeks AKA: The Sounds.... of Nausea.

You know what is awesome? When you go see your Dr. and tell them that if you take your Zofran at night you DO NOT throw up. That you haven't thrown up in a week for the first time in 29 weeks. Then he says... "Some women just throw up. So maybe you can go off the Zofran and throw up, go about your day and keep eating. Try some ginger and eating small meals every 2 hours." This is the point where I started crying out of madness and told him not to tell me to eat small meals or try ginger because after a daily vomit session for 7 months, I had tried all the tricks. This is one of the reasons I have a female mid-wife and he isn't delivering the baby. Of course I spoke too soon because today I'm all sorts of woozy. So here is a little diddy about that....

I have this little habit of making up lyrics to tunes that I know, this absolutely comes from my dad. Months ago during a "sickness" episode in the shower I made up this "Ode to Nasuea" to the tune of Simon and Garfunkel's "Sounds of Silence. Now I just sing it whenever I am sick, which is a lot... but this week not as much as last. I sang some of it to Dave and he thought it was funny so I wrote it all down and here it is. Just hum along and picture yourself with a big Garfunkel 'fro.



Hello nausea, my old friend
I've come to talk of you again
Because you greet me in the mornings
And you only give a short warning
They all say I should feel better now
and have said ciao
To the sounds.... of nausea

Through restless nights I've tossed and turned
only one thing works that I've learned
It's the magic Zofran pill
It's way expensive Blue Cross isn't thrilled
My eyes were stabbed when I saw the full price tag
$2,100 for a bag
Else it's the sounds.... of nasuea

The midwife said I needed more weight
She had me indulge in lots of milkshakes
People still say that I'm too small
It's not true it's just that I'm tall
I eat constantly all day and night I swear
But they are unaware
of the sounds.... of nausea

28 weeks, hola 3rd trimester

So... it's been 5 or so weeks. What have we been doing? Hmmmmm... good question. Well, we finished moving the house around. I finished doing this moroccan inspired mural in our bedroom (w/ my great aunt bea's dresser that dave refinished - photos later). We had that cold that everyone and their mom had. I gained some more weight for a total of 15 pounds, HOLLAH, making my mid-wife very happy! Mmmm I think the rest of the time I was working and throwing up.

We went to the beautiful wedding of Dave's Aunt Mary to Mr. Reid. All the girls were so beautiful, and of course so too was Mary. The wedding was really fun and we got to be in Stowe, VT during prime time foliage season. Plus Sarah and Jess came and hung out and they too got to experience the pregnant woman's hunger. I think they liked having a bag of beef jerky, apples, goldfish and granola bars at the ready at all times. Also a big shout out to cousin Maggie who hooked me up with late-night dinner leftovers at the reception when I was starving. She's the best.



The Sickness
So, yeah. Most people know that I've basically thrown up most days since I was 3 weeks pregnant. It's a super fun way to start the day and a family affair because poor Dave is usually in the shower when this happens. At least we're in it together.
Now it seems to be just 3-4 days a week - so not everyday. So the way I figure it... if I have 90 days left, 40% of that is just 36 days that I will probably be sick. That doable.
What do my Drs say about this? Those poor people are baffled. I've done the food diary, tried ginger, (if one more person recommends this to me...), the smell of lemons, being careful of being around "offensive odors", (like dave - just kidding), eating every 2 hours, setting an alarm and getting up in the middle of the night to eat such things as a pb + j, (just ask jess as sarah), ginger ale... The only thing that helps is the Magical pill Zofran, which I know Blue Cross is thrilled about because it costs $25 a pill. I was taking 3 a day, but now I'm on a super low dose once a day. Better to throw up than have a child with like missing limbs or something.
Poor Ione the midwife, at my last appointment she said "you know, it should and could get better". I said "Yeah, I know it will get better. January 25 that's when."
I'm trying to not let it depress me, but it's kind of hard. When I told my mom I was starting to feel down and didn't know why she said "You've been throwing up for 7 months, that's why." Smart lady.

The Clothes
So yay, I've gained a bunch of weight! My wardrobe now consists of like 5 outfits, which makes getting ready pretty quick. I've shunned maternity clothing except those awesome maternity jeans and leggings which I LOVE. The next time I'm going to be able to wear elastic waist pants is when I'm 80 so I'm totally digging their comfort now. Most days now I get showered by the loveliest sayings from Dave, mostly this on repeat: "You. Are. So. Big." He told me my body looked like his fathers. This coming from a man who used to refer to my legs as "thick sticks" so these things don't phase me that much. The one worrying thing is the size of my behind. Junk in the trunk was never a problem for me... and now... it's in a direct shoot out with my stomach for girth. This terrifies me and leaves Dave rolling in laughter.
I'd like to introduce you to "Marlon" (above), as in Marlon Brando, my new winter cape/poncho/coat/tent. I feel like I should be asking you to help my family in a muffled voice when I wear this. But it was $8 at goodwill (of course Chad and I had a laugh watching Dave sweat for 5 mins when I told him it was $300 and a "good investment") and I'd rather spend some dough on a killer jacket for "thinner jen" once this whole thing is done.

Mary Chung remnants

The Cravings
God help you if you are one of the following: French Fries, Plain Potato Chips, a Banana, an Apple, (new this week!) a gallon of Apple Juice, Suan La Chow Sho at Mary Chungs, and sometimes Mexican food. Aren't those like the most boring cravings in the entire world? I haven't ONCE sent Dave out at an inapropriate hour to get me something like KFC and a milkshake. Come December I'm going to start doing that just on principal.

"You look like a stuffed little piglet. I say this with love." - David, the husband

The Bambino
Still nameless, going by little sasso, baby sasso ect... He is an active one, holy moly! I wake up at night and Dave has his hands on my stomach, (unnerving), and babe Sasso is dancing in my belly, (again, unnerving). He basically parties all night long, taking after his father. Sometimes it keeps me up, I just watch my belly shake which is funny. Then he likes to sleep all day, (taking after his mother). He also LOVES food because the moment I take 1 bite he wakes up and starts dancing. We can feel his bum over by my belly button, but have yet to see those feet and hands I keep hearing about. Alien in my tummy.

Next weekend is our baby shower and we are so excited to see family and friends. So many dear old friends from college are coming, I'm really looking forward to it. I am also looking forward to the dozens of deviled eggs I requested. Good thing Chad is running the show 'cause if it was me we'd all just be eating deviled eggs and apple juice.