For a long time, I hesitated to take anything pharmaceutical during my pregnancy; I think the worst thing I ingested were Tums. But the sleeplessness got so agonizing that I finally gave in and took a 325 mg of regular Tylenol. It helped with the aches and pains that were keeping me up … until . . . → Read More: Uppers and Downers
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I mentioned to a friend, recently, that when I noticed my pregnancy “glow”—this brightness in my eyes and, for lack of a better word, “aliveness” in my face, I somehow immediately thought of death—she let me know that a lot of her pregnant friends had mentioned death a few times, that she didn’t find it unusual. . . . → Read More: Pregnancy and Death I told the Beanpa the other day that the first thing I plan to do after giving birth is order an Italian sub with lots of provolone, salami, ham, oregano, oil and vinegar … salt and vinegar chips and an iced tea (with caffeine). Like most first-time pregnant women, I’ve avoided cold cuts religiously, out of . . . → Read More: I Just Want a Sandwich So tonight is a full lunar eclipse and I know a lot of pregnant women biting their nails. Meanwhile, my belly seems to have sunk lower than ever in the past hour. And I feel like I’m carrying a potato sack on my pelvis. These are strange days. I get up, I work, I go to . . . → Read More: Moon is High, Belly Low The heat of summer had come. While it’s nearly the end of July and I haven’t had much to complain about thus far, it’s here now. And I’m hot. I’m hot and very pregnant. And I imagine what I’m dealing with—the sleeplessness, the restlessness, the backaches, and leg pain, persistent heartburn, and constant trips to the bathroom . . . → Read More: Dog Days For the past couple nights, I’ve been having contractions at somewhat regular intervals. Last night, I definitely thought I was going into labor. I had a few contractions that I actually had to stop and breathe through. And I realized, after they passed, that none of what I’d read, studied, or practiced seemed to apply in . . . → Read More: Labor Scare “I have a six-pack of Yoo-hoo and a baby. Now my life is complete.” Quiet. “Yeah, I can just feed the baby Yoo-hoo. Don’t . . . → Read More: Says BeanPa The Beanpa made me post this. I’m sorry if it makes you want to vomit. But he insisted. I guess he wanted to show some realities of pregnant life. Pregnant women don’t just crave your cliche pickles and ice cream. Here, folks, we have a plate of sardines *with* the mustard, along with a side of . . . → Read More: Not Your Typical Pickles and Ice Cream It comes in spurts. It comes when I’m feeling particularly overwhelmed, tired, pensive … This morning, it was set off by a bad bout of sleeplessness (what pregnant woman decides it’s cool to eat Indian food at 10 pm before bed?) and a day of exhaustion … talk on the pregnancy forums in the August due . . . → Read More: High-Gear Nesting Start out by boiling a small pot of water—one too small to even fit a single egg—when it boils half off, put the egg in and time it for ten minutes. Walk away. Come back. See that there is one minute left on the egg, so walk away again. Come back 15 minutes later to a . . . → Read More: How to Make Egg Salad When You’re Pregnant |
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