Faux-secco?

So I LOVE Canada Dry Diet Ginger Ale. We ran out yesterday, and during our hot dog run we picked up a bottle of Seagram's Diet Ginger Ale to hold me over until we could go to commissary for the Canadian stuff.

It tastes SO DIFFERENT. I'm not such a big fan. HOWEVER (and this is a big however), it tastes slightly alcoholic to me. I'm not stupid; I am well aware that there is absolutely NO alcohol in this stuff...but maybe if I put it in a wine glass, I'll feel better? Mmm hmm, that's my plan for later. It looks like prosecco and it fools my tastebuds.

Fun New Things About Me

My tastes are changing every single second.

Tonight I craved hot dogs. BADLY. I was already in my pajamas. My saint of a husband drove all the way to Dillon's with me (the commissary was already closed) and we picked up hot dogs and other goodies :)

I'm loving string cheese...I think the whole pulling it apart thing might be cathartic or something. I don't have to push myself to eat them, which is a nice change. Diet Ginger Ale has been fantastic, but I'm wary about introducing soda back into my life. Not that it was completely gone, but I definitely wasn't stocking my house with it. But it helps with the nausea, so it stays for now.

Ritz crackers and cheddar help to fill me up with little to no effort, which is good. Lean Cuisine pepperoni pizzas are still awesome! I can handle burgers from Wendy's and Applebees, but NOT from Burger King and the thought of a Spangles burger makes me nauseous (which is sad, because I liked Spangles).

The worst thing, though, is my new aversion to the smell of cooked chicken. KILL ME. I can NOT handle it. AT ALL. And seriously, I love chicken. It's so good for you, and so low in fat, and so easy to prepare in numerous ways and WAAAAAAAH. :(

Anyway, another new fun symptom arrived today: painful constipation.

What nobody told me about constipation is that it can mean more than just a giant turd blocking everything up. Oh nooooo. No sir. What I've got is a slowing-down of my digestive tract, which essentially means that all my little turdlets are hard as rock. So it doesn't matter how small they are, they cause my butt some serious ouchies every time I have to go.

Just now I passed a clot. Out of my butt. I THOUGHT I WAS HAVING A MISCARRIAGE. But no...it came out of my butt.

I guess the Metamucil isn't going to be enough...Colace, here I come!

6 Weeks :)

How far along? 6 weeks and 2 days

Total weight gain/loss: no clue. but i'm eating like a pig and bloated as hell.

Maternity clothes? not yet...I did get a BeBand for the bloat though, so my jeans will still be comfy. and i live in my pajamas.

Sleep: sleep <3

Best moment this week: eric being sweet

Movement: not that i can feel

Food cravings: MEAT. and cheese.

Gender: i feel like it's a girl. which means it's a boy.

What I miss: cigarettes, wine, and coffee...and not having acid reflux EVERY NIGHT.

What I am looking forward to: hearing a heartbeat

Weekly Wisdom: no ice cream. NO ICE CREAM.

Milestones: still pregnant...and morning sickness.

Argh.

All I have to do is pee, every five minutes.

Oh and morning sickness? It feels like being hungover, except you never really got to enjoy the party.

I don't want to complain too much, though. I'm really thankful for this pregnancy.

The peeing thing is taking a lot of getting used to, though!

Whoever Named This Morning Sickness...

...should be slapped.

it's freaking 4pm and I wanna hurl. It quietly crept up on my at around noon today. It slowly made its presence more and more known. AND NOW I WANT TO PUKE.

Good God

Holy balls, morning sickness...where the eff did you come from?????

Out of nowhere at like 1:30pm, I got a little dizzy and i've been nauseous ever since. Being a genius, I decided to pick up some Burger King for a late lunch after going to the commissary. The burger tasted like poop. POOP. Luckily, I can still stomach the fries. I scarfed those babies down like it was my job.

So now I'm just sitting here in a state of perpetual nausea. The dishes in the sink are killing me. I really hope this isn't a 24/7 thing :(

E.R. Veteran

In the past year, I have been in the emergency room three times. The first two times were at the Princeton ER, once for acid reflux and a second time for unrelenting nausea. Tonight I went to the Christian hospital in Wichita (the one McConnell uses for its guys...five minutes away), because we suspected an ectopic pregnancy.

Long story short, the pain near my right ovary got REALLY bad tonight. I had assumed it was a cyst, but this pain was scary. Coupled with the brown spotting a few days ago, and I was convinced that my pregnancy was tubal.

My saint of a husband hopped into the car with me and we headed to Via Christi, where I was poked and prodded for hours on end. I had an external and internal ultrasound, and they took my blood more times than I can count. It was exhausting.

Everything worked out well at the end of the day though...it was just my Corpus Luteum cyst! For those who don't know, it's the cyst that every woman gets when she gets pregnant...not everyone can feel it, but all of us have it. Basically, it nurtures your baby for the first ten weeks of pregnancy. Mine is bigger than my last cyst, at a whopping 2 cm (haha) and it hurts like a biznatch.

My baby bean is in my uterus, exactly where it should be :) I did not get to see it, as the doc says it's itty bitty on the ultrasound picture at 5 weeks, but he saw the sac and all and is happy. My beta levels are at about 5500! WOO HOO! The relief that I feel right now is AMAZING. For the first time, I'm starting to feel confidant about this pregnancy.

Just keep sticking, little bean <3