I'm so bummed. This first trimester is never-ending. The only good thing about it is that I must have only been about 2 weeks along when I found out, so I stopped drinking and smoking fairly early.
It also means I told people way too early, so I am going to be one of those people who is seemingly pregnant for-ev-er. My mother pointed out that people find this very annoying.
In the course of this conversation with the doc, I told him that it's unusual for me to ovulate super late and that it probably explains why I wasn't being too careful. He seemed surprised that I knew so much about my cycle and told me that for a "pregnant teen," I was "incredibly mature and self-aware."
I was so stunned and confused that I didn't even correct him. By the time I convinced myself that I really just heard that, he was gone.
I didn't have a great experience with the nurse either. The first thing she did was yell at me for not leaving a urine sample, which apparently you are supposed to do as soon as you come in. This was my 2nd appointment and they didn't ask for it the first time. I'm sorry if I didn't just assume I was supposed to pee in a cup and leave it on the counter with no instruction whatsoever.
Then she weighed me and told me the number - nine pounds heavier than when I weighed myself that morning. When I told her that was impossible- she rolled her eyes. I realize this woman is heavier now than I will probably be at full-term, but that is no excuse for her shitty attitude.
On top of all this crap- I was told I'm gaining too much weight- and am on track to gain 50-60 pounds. This means that I can no longer begin each day with a bacon, egg and cheese...starting tomorrow.
I attended Tato's bachelorette party over the weekend... It was great to see all the girls and eat a bunch of dip, but very strange to not be riding off in the bar-crawl bus for a night of drinking and dancing.
Instead me and Spoony were sitting on my couch falling asleep by 10 p.m. I feel strangely guilty about it. But then again, most of my girls are mommas- and there they were, drinking drinks and looking fabulous- Spoony and I will get there.
Ironically enough, I spent half the evening and the entire next day with my head over the toilet bowl as if I had been drinking all night.
I'm trying just to laugh it all off and take it one day at a time.
Update! Just got off the phone with a friend who was also told she ovulated late... she told me not to be surprised if I go into labor two weeks early. Good- because the Eagles have a bye week around that time and I don't want to miss any games.
Also, I had a dream last night that Sbarro's, the pizza place where I worked when I was in high school, called my parent's house to tell them that I hadn't showed up for work in 15 years. My father was furious. He told me that I was a quitter, that my writing sucked and that I have no "literary skills whatsoever." Way harsh, Pops.
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