Corn pops are still my jam but the kit kats have taken a backseat. Mangos are where it's at this week. I went through almost an entire box from Costco (7 or 8 I think) and they were delicious. I have a daily bargaining session with myself over what I can and can't eat... "No honey butter chicken biscuits" is my new mantra. I still struggle with food but at least I'm back in the gym this week. Not nearly as vigorous as I am used to but I guess I'll have to make do. I've been lifting a lot with a little cardio warm-up, on Tuesday we went and ran stadiums... well it was more like a jog but still. My gym classes start again next week and I couldn't be happier. It'll be easier to maintain going when I don't have to worry about what I'm going to do next and only have to worry about getting up in time to be there.
In stressful news, I met with my committee and they said a tentative Spring graduation seemed reasonable as long as I met all the deadlines (two papers, prospectus and writing dissertation) by then. Should I start pulling my hair out now or wait for later? Couple this with trying to get my MCAT studying done and the constant fatigue and I am so overwhelmed I don't even know where to begin. Meanwhile, Hov continues the job search/application/interviewing process to try and get back south and be close to family but that adds another layer of stress. What happens if he does get this dream job and they want him to start next month? I can't leave until the end of the Spring, how will we make it work? Will I be by myself for this entire pregnancy? They're already making accommodations by letting me graduate a little early, will they be sympathetic to wanting to finish remotely? Would it end up as an out of sight out of mind type thing where it ends up dragging on forever and I never get this degree? I'm flipping out and he hasn't gotten the offer yet. Second interview for him is next Monday. I want him to get it so badly, he's wanted this for so long but I just don't know what that will mean for how things will plan out.
The little pooch is officially a pooch. They say this week is when the baby is the size of a peach but you would think I have a cantaloupe in there. It's kind of depressing... Now I want a fruit salad.
Trying to take the pictures this week in front of the dry erase board led to a near nuclear melt down. We borrowed a camera from Hov's friend who was nice enough to lend it to us so we could take these pictures but I guess since we are using a black dry erase board (who has it out for me) there can be no light near it or else it has a huge reflection. If there is not enough light then you can't see the letters on the board. Poor Hov got most of my frustration. Anyway, maybe for next week we'll be able to figure out how to do it, I ended up just taking pictures with my phone and sulking in a corner.
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| That's my annoyed face, can you tell? |
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| Stupid reflection ruining everything |
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| Finally just gave up and took it in front of my mirror with my phone |
For family members you can go ahead and skip this next part and come back next week...
The part of our lives I didn't expect to take a hit so early on was our sex life. Honestly wtf body. So the sucky thing is if you end up with a delicate cervix like apparently I did, next to nothing can cause you to bleed. If you bleed the doctor says absolutely no sex until 7 days after you stop bleeding. So say you have sex one day then you bleed for a week then you have to wait a whole week before you can go again. At this rate we'll get to play a whopping twice a month. I am not pleased and I am sure neither is he. The raging hormones don't help at all.
One thing that is nice is I get to see what I would look like with a boob job. The girls were the first thing to get bigger and I have to say, go me. I'm liking the new look, too bad they are sensitive and sleeping on my stomach has become a problem. Also, sports bras are now a little too tight. Need new ones or only yoga bra type things that are softer.
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