Foxlet: Week 13

Well, Week 13 is here, and things are still truckin’ along! Over the weekend, I went to see Ali Wong in DC (if you haven’t seen her Netflix comedy special, Baby Cobra, stop what you’re doing and go watch it NOW — it’s beyond hilarious), and it was, of course, amazing.

And, given the amount of her set that talked about her baby daughter and the perils of breastfeeding (“I don’t do it because ‘breast is best,’ I do it because breast is FREE!”), it was particularly appropriate for an audience of, well, me. Speaking of which, let’s jump into the latest and greatest with Baby Foxlet:

Foxlet’s Size: Foxlet is currently the size of a lemon!

Weight Gained: Nothing new here. I go up and down a pound or two depending on how much I’m able to eat on any given day, but am still down about 12 pounds from pre-pregnancy.

Symptoms: I don’t know why I was expecting my nausea to magically disappear once I hit week 12, since my first trimester doesn’t even technically end until I’m halfway through this week (all my pregnancy apps seem to disagree slightly on when the 2nd trimester officially takes over, so I’m gonna go with the 1/3 of 40 weeks rule).

Every time I think I can predict how I’m going to feel (or try to chance it by forgoing my nausea meds), it gets even worse. Two days ago was my low point, when (TMI warning) I threw up three times during the day, including once where I ate a banana and immediately — I mean immediately — threw it back up, and once in the bathroom at Chipotle. Womp womp.

Emotions: More of the same as well. Commercials are especially loaded content for me these days — have you seen the one for Pampers where they show the mom give birth and talk about wrapping your baby in love from the moment he’s born?? I’m getting choked up just thinking about it right now… ::sniff:

Also making me cry? Pretty much every single thing my nieces do. Yesterday, this popped up on my Timehop and I just about lost it:

WHEN DID SHE GET SO BIG??? ::SOB::

Cravings: I think I might finally (finally!) be starting to experience cravings! Most of the time I still struggle just to figure out what I can fathom eating, but for the past couple of nights I’ve experienced serious hunger pangs late at night that MUST BE SATISFIED. Three nights ago this meant needing to get out of bed at 2 AM and bake up a box of Red Lobster Cheddar Bay Biscuits (thank goodness they sell the mix now!), and then proceeding to eat 4 of them in a row.

Aversions: I literally threw up trying to clean a bowl that had some of Sean’s leftover marinara dipping sauce in it, so, I’m gonna go ahead and say that tomato sauce and all tomato-sauce-laden dishes are still on my oh-no-no list. So, pizza, pasta, meatball subs, etc. And I still don’t really like eating meat at all. Aside from that, it’s just still hard for me to figure out what I want to eat at any given time, even when I know I’m hungry or that I should be eating something. 

Sleep: Sleep isn’t too bad when I take a Unisom (although it makes it pretty hard for me to get up in the morning), and is pretty fitful when I forgo the sleep aid. So, it’s not great but I’m constantly reminded how lucky I am to work from home during this time. I think I’d be even more miserable if I was tethered to an early morning waking schedule and didn’t have the flexibility to shift my work schedule by a couple hours when the need (or nausea) strikes.

Wearing: Leggings are pretty much my one-and-only right now for comfort’s sake (having anything constrictive across my stomach seems to increase my nausea so, no bueno), but all my clothes are still fitting so, aside from trying on my new maternity clothes for novelty, nothing too severe has changed there.

Missing… eating normally (still). You’d think it’d be something you’d get used to after so many weeks but…

Looking Forward to… So, I got a fetal doppler a couple weeks ago (not the best judgment call I’ve made, as it made me extremely anxious at first when I was unsurprisingly unable to find the heartbeat), and have been able to reliably find Foxlet’s heartbeat since 11 weeks, 5 days. I try not to be obsessive about it, but it does bring me a lot of joy to hear that little horse-gallop coming from inside me every now and again.