a la mitad

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Oh don’t mind me, just catching up on my baby bump documentation…

I didn’t really start showing until pretty late in my pregnancy, which I guess is normal for a first-timer. I finally popped around the 21st week– one morning I woke up and my belly button was doing something weird (“Creo que mi ombligo está como que al revés!?”) and I had a distinct baby bump. (I know my 19 week picture below looks pretty impressive, but that’s mostly because I was in my tightest dress! You really couldn’t tell I was pregnant in real life unless I wore something super tight until about the 21st week, which is when we announced it on Facebook and etc. and I told everyone at work.)

So now I’m all caught up, 22 weeks and all’s well! Today for the first time I had somebody pat my belly (it wasn’t exactly a stranger, just an older lady at church who gleefully exclaimed, “I finally see a baby in there!”) and… I didn’t hate it? Also last night I had a dressy event for work, and although I had bought a maternity dress online for just such an occasion, it’s still waaaayyy too big and I looked ridiculous. So I spent half an hour trying on basically all of my nicer/cocktail dresses, and finally found one that would zip if I sort of held my breath and stood very straight. Let’s just say that when I got in my car to go home at about 10:30 or 11, the first thing I did was unzip that sucker and rejoice at regaining feeling in my ribs. 😉  Guess it’s time to go shopping!

ningún plato rechazado

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Written September 8, 2014

Stages of pregnancy:

1. Weeks 1-15: I don’t want to eat anything. Seriously, don’t even bother with food suggestions because everything sounds terrible all the time, except occasionally soup, which makes total sense because it’s summer in Phoenix and 110 degrees outside. (But no puking! Huzzah!)

2. Weeks 16-?: I MUST EAT EVERYTHING. If I don’t eat something every two hours I will immediately die of hunger; also, since I am the slowest eater in the history of ever, this means that by the time I finish eating something I’m about ready for another snack. I would eat more than I do, but sometimes I stop because I’m literally tired of eating (not necessarily because I’m full). Pre-pregnancy I was not a snacker (3 good meals a day for me, please), so this is totally foreign and as it turns out, oddly time-consuming.

Growing a human is so weird.

nada y todo

Hello! As it turns out, most of what I wanted to blog about for the past few months was being pregnant. Since we kept the news off the online world for a long, long time (21 weeks to be exact), I just didn’t really care to write about much else, ya know? I did save a couple of drafts from the first few weeks I was pregnant that I’ll publish, just because it’s interesting to remember what I was thinking and feeling at the time. I planned on writing and saving posts until officially announcing it on Facebook/the blawg buuuuut then the first trimester kept happening and really all I was up for after work was collapsing in a heap on the couch, so… there are like three posts, ha! It’s been a VERY easy pregnancy, relatively speaking, but, you know, growing a human makes me very tired.

Written June 9, 2014.

“Mrs. Darling was married in white, and at first she kept the books perfectly, almost gleefully, as if it were a game, not so much as a Brussels sprout was missing; but by and by whole cauliflowers dropped out, and instead of them there were pictures of babies without faces. She drew them when she should have been totting up. They were Mrs. Darling’s guesses.
 
Wendy came first, then John, then Michael.”

When I graduated in December, I had things all figured out: I was going to apply to a million jobs and get my dream job and live happily ever after, and then a few months later we were going to start trying for a baby because ain’t nobody gettin’ any younger if you know what I mean.

So I applied for a million jobs aaaand… nothing happened. I mean, I went on a lot of interviews, and I was even pretty close to taking jobs (most notably the super awesome communications job at an impact investing firm in NYC). But nothing was really right. So, in the spirit of keeping options open and also because I knew it could take a while, we decided to start trying for a baby. And guess what? Nothing happened there either.

So we decided to buy a house (haha). Long story short, we still don’t have a house (although to be honest I’m not sure I’m sold on the whole home-owner idea, so I don’t mind waiting for that one).

And then finally, FINALLY I started a new job, and it happened to be my dream job.

At which point I was like, welllll maybe we should hold off on the baby-making until I settle in a little bit, it would be tough to feel tired and crappy while being new at this job that I love, etc. etc. And then at the end of my first week on the job I took a pregnancy test and nearly passed out when it read positive.

So here’s what I really want to remember: all those months, when nothing was happening, were meant to prepare me for these months when everything is happening all at once. And everything is so, so much better than nothing. We’re having a baby, y’all!