18 Weeks and 4 Days

The new year is in full swing now at the 23rd day in. D and I have so many new things to look forward to and plan this year. Just one week from today, we will know if we have a Mr.or Ms. Pac-Man (boy or girl). We have been referring to the baby as "the Pac-Man" because of my ravenous hunger in the early months. In my head I would imagine the game's sound effect of  the Pac-Man chomping away at those computer generated dots (food?) when I would get hungry or eat. We had our third appointment on the 4th of this month. Thankfully everything looked good and we even got to listen to the baby's heartbeat with a fetal doppler. Of course that was the best part of the visit.

My tummy growth is becoming more evident.  A couple of weeks ago, I wore a coat that I bought to go on our honeymoon 3 years ago and I couldn't button the last button. Also, my fingers are starting to swell a bit more. This morning I had to remove my wedding rings and put on a temporary ring. 

As for my hormones, they made a nasty appearance 2 Fridays ago (the 13th...go figure). I was feeling fine all day, that was until dinner time came along. D took me to Bruxie to eat something different. Normally, I love trying new things, but for some reason I couldn't get into it. Nothing appealed to me, yet I was hungry. It was awful. I ordered the waffle with short ribs and as soon as I got my food, I was so grossed out. I ate the waffle and left the meat. I should note, this is of no fault of the restaurant. It was just me, my hormones and I. D didn't quite know how to take this since I have never ordered food and not ate it. So we left, and I was upset and I was more upset because I felt that D couldn't understand yet he was attempting to give me advice. I started to cry and no matter what I did, I couln't hold back the tears. I felt like I NEEDED my mother because I knew only she could understand what I was feeling. Heck, I didn't even understand! Then it happened. It was like an episode of turrets. As D was trying to give me "advice" I lashed out. I will spare the verbatim, but I will say that it was mean. In fact, I don't remember saying half of what I said. I only know because D has recited and reenacted my performance all weekend. My night ended with me taking an early shower and going to bed hoping I wouldn't wake up hungry in the middle of the night.

The next morning I called my mom and told her about my episode. She laughed and told me it was totally normal. She shared a story of when she was pregnant with me and felt just like I did. It was refreshing and I felt like less of a freak. Sometimes moms just know what to say. Hopefully, one day, I will too.