Pregnancy Cornucopia

To your left each week you'll notice a new fruit or vegetable representing the size of hellraiser baby #3. By the end, I hope to have accrued quite the salad.

You might be one of those people who says, "Why would you dare compare your baby to fruit?! It's a work of art...blah blah blah." If I took my pregnancies that seriously, I'd be a friggin' lunatic and have completely lost my mind by 20 weeks. Shut up. It's a size reference, it's not that I think my fetus is an inanimate, edible, object or that they should grow on trees   -    what if babies grew on trees!?

You may want to note that since I have unusually large babies, I'll probably be 2-4 weeks ahead in fruit/veggie speak. For example, right now I should be housing a grape but it's more likely a fig or lime. By this rationale, in 32 more weeks, I may be carrying one of those prize-winning pumpkins. I can't wait and neither can my unaccommodating body.

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Blogpost!! The Bandwagon has been on hiatus for a while, partially due to some posting issues with the website and also due to some posting issues with myself. With my inconvenience of a full-time job, posting (frankly, even being inspired enough to post) has been somewhat of a challenge. So, I apologize for my blogging drought. I can’t promise it will get any better but with a new inspiration growing in my belly, maybe the Bandwagon will once again flood the world wide web with my ramblings.

That’s right, my husband and I are spawning for the third time. I’m sad that the novelty of being pregnant has worn off. Don’t get me wrong. I am excited for another little pickle to be running around the house, and maybe a tad terrified. But the “I can’t wait to see what this pregnancy brings” feeling is not there. It was very much there for our first one, obviously. It was a little bit there for the second one. But this one? I’m looking for a fast forward button.

I can happily say that I’ve not yet been sick which I guess is either really good or really bad. Good in that I’m not puking out my entire digestive system. Bad in that, I hope it doesn’t mean something is wrong. I had a touch of morning sickness with my first two and it oddly comforted me. I guess whenever I had my head dangling over the toilet bowl it was confirmation of my pregnancy. “Yes, I’m puking-- barf barf barf-- this is normal-- barf --this means I’m pregnant-- barfy mcbarf barf.” Now I’ve got nothing to bank on other than a pee stick with two lines on it and lack of menstruation. That’s not enough for me. I could create my own show, I Didn’t Know I Wasn’t Pregnant. I still have 2 ½ weeks to go before our first doctor appointment so I am only becoming more and more anxious. When I wake up in the morning, a tiny part of me wishes I would vomit to just really send the message home.

Any other changes I can attribute to something else:

Fatigue – I’m always ready for a nap.

Insatiable appetite – What’s new?

Frequent urination – Thanks to my increase in water intake.

Bloating – Most likely from overeating (see “Insatiable appetite”)

Mood swings – (see husband)

Headaches – I’ve had headaches since I was 14. No news there.

Alas, we’ll see what this gestation period brings. Here’s to gaining 60 lbs., swelling to the point of non-recognition, urinating every 45 minutes, emotional breakdowns, gigantic boobs and unwelcome comments and touching from strangers. Good luck to me!