Or 6 weeks. Whatever. At least the more time goes by it doesn’t feel as strange tacking on a couple extra weeks.
Even though I’m 9 weeks pregnant tomorrow, I thought I would give you an 8-week update. Honestly, I had such big plans to blog at least weekly. I think about it all the time. I have these great subjects and great pictures, but holy cannoli am I tired. If I could arrange life to nap between 2pm-4pm every day I think I would be fine. But that’s my only symptom. Other than that, I have just had thoughts over weeks 6-8 and I figured I would share those with you in lieu of symptoms.
- Riding on Birds/Limes/Spins/Scooters. – For sure one of my favorite forms of transportation. You can read about my thoughts on them here. Even though I’ve seen my mom and a friend of mine eat some serious crap on them over the past couple of weeks, I just love those things. I figure I have to ride them until I start showing because a pregnant lady riding on an electric scooter will probably be frowned upon by most people I blow by. I did google if the vibrations are safe of going over the bumps and stuff and apparently my little travel buddy is surrounded by a crap ton of amniotic fluid so they are fine. Plus, don’t some pregnant people run? That’s probably bouncy. (You can tell I’m not familiar with the inner workings of “running”)
- Meet my new best friend. – It’s too embarrassing to talk about, but I literally couldn’t get through life without my best friend. You can read about my best friend here.
- Non-Alcoholic Beer Sucks. – Well, at least from what I’ve tried. I’ve heard I’m supposed to give St. Pauli Girl a chance, but it’s not on the top of my priority list. Mocktails though… Milwaukee really rocks at making me feel like I’m drinking when I’m out with my friends. Beautiful tasty drinks everywhere. Detroit was amazing at it too. I’ll have to blog separately (about Mocktails AND Detroit!) because I have so many delightful pictures of mocktails (and Detroit!). I’ve been really proud of my friends for continuing to include me in after school activities. In fact, I get to be the boat captain on the a pontoon ride down the river with some girlfriends on Friday. You might think they are taking advantage of me as a designated driver who is comfortable driving boats, but I see myself as a really cool boating friend! Keep in mind I’m down to about 7 months of freedom and have to live it up before someone arrives that calls all the shots. I want to do ALL the things.
- Dating while pregnant is turning out to not be a thing. – Can’t say I haven’t tried. I mean, in my mind I have a very limited amount of time to date the normal way. *Insert daydream here of a date where a simple drink turns into dinner turns into a long walk turns into a makeout sesh turns into talking for hours until the sun comes up* *Then insert daynightmare of date where a drink has to end because your childcare facility closes as 6 and you hadn’t planned additional childcare for your spontaneous want to keep talking to handsome stranger date and then you have to go on 17 other 1 hour dates over the next 2 years with same guy just to get enough time to decide he’s not the one and you’ve spent a lot of money on childcare figuring that out* I was going to continue to online date but really couldn’t wrap my head around how to manage the “bait and switch” of dating while pregnant. I mean, I could put in my profile “I’m pregnant but don’t worry, there’s no father yet and that could be you!” No, that makes me look psychotic and probably will attract some people but certainly not for the right reasons and I certainly don’t want to have to sort through that. Dating has become a little more serious in my mind as well because I’m not only vetting a potential partner for myself, I’m now vetting a father for my child and this guy better be DAMN good because my child deserves the best. (Funny I never thought I deserved the best until now? Classic codependent.) I did attend a singles event at The Iron Horse Hotel last week with some friends though. I had my mocktail in hand and did my thing where I was funny hoping that would attract some fish but turns out my personal brand of super extra with a side of sarcasm combined with the nervous energy I was fostering of hiding a “secret” from the guys I was talking to was not a winning combination. No dates for me. Not worried though. There’s a guy out there looking for a single mom who is wildly successful (and by wildly successful I mean mildly successful), hilarious and often (always) inappropriate, who loves to travel, do outside things, do inside things, is happy 99% of the time, and displays her personal life for all to see via a very unpopular blog because she doesn’t know how to use technology or social media properly to advertise even though if she did she could probably get a book deal and live out her dream life of traveling and writing while observing humankind in all their different types of habitats for a living.
- My skin looks AMAZING. – At first I was 100% convinced I was having a boy because of my lack of symptoms and beautiful skin (apparently girls take away your beauty and make life miserable according to an old wives tale) but then I realize my skin looks this great 100% because I haven’t drank alcohol in over 30 days and I’m chugging water like it’s my job. *Side Note: I will not be finding out what I am having because I hate surprises but also like to challenge myself to step outside my comfort zone.
- My child may come out of me with burst eardrums. – I drive a fair amount for work and normally listen to books on tape… er… I mean Audible but because of my temporary narcolepsy I am no longer able to improve my mind while in the car and now have to focus on my lung capacity and keeping myself awake. So I have been singing at the top of my lungs. I pick one artist or one station and go hard for my hour drive to and from Madison. So, my future traveling buddy will come out well versed in Paul Simon, Miranda Lambert, John Mayer, Hip Hop, Country Music, The Best of Hip Hop and R&B from the late 90’s and early 2000’s, The Best of the 90’s, and Yacht Rock.
- I need a Night Nurse. – Yes, I’m still sleeping like a rock star. Actually, sleeping is one of my superpowers. Apparently, babies wake up every two hours. I watched this movie called Tully (Just watch this preview) and now I’m hyper obsessed with Night Nurses. Night Nurses basically work 3rd shift and come over at night and take care of your baby while you sleep and clean your house and when it’s time for you to pump or nurse, they bring the equipment or baby to your bedside boob and hook everything up while you remain in REM if you would like. When you wake up in the morning they are gone like fairies and your house is in perfect order, there’s breakfast waiting on the table, all your laundry is done, and your baby is content. Despite the fact that they can cost $350-$1000 a night and that is certainly not in my budget. You can find me at the casino nightly trying to win it big in order to add this childcare service to my life. A good friend of mine has already offered to come into town from Arizona to night nurse for me for 4 nights as her baby shower gift. I was overwhelmed with joy. In fact, this concept is so fascinating to me, that my best friend just had a baby 4 weeks ago and they both weren’t sleeping well, so I went over there at 3 o’clock in the afternoon and told her to go to sleep. I took care of and fed the baby, she woke up exclusively to pump every 4 hours (and to probably check on her child let’s be honest). She got in 10 solid hours of sleep, I got in a shit ton of snuggle time. I left at 7am. Only thing is I did no cleaning. And I was pretty noisy when I left unlike a fairy. I also left a mess, ate her food and lost 3 pacifiers. If you need a night nurse, you just give me a call. I’m all about earning some good night nurse karma right now!
- I’m sick and it won’t go away. – What the heck is this garbage? I don’t get sick. I have an award-winning immune system. I can even drink the water in Mexico. I mean, who gets sick in summer? I promise I will never take Sudafed for granted again. I miss taking the drugs. So it’s been a solid week of a hard core cold and cough. Annoying. Someone told me I could take a Tylenol. I laughed. I might as well take a standard gummy bear and call it a day.
- Finding childcare is going to be a pain in my rear. – A. Expensive. B. Inflexible. C. Inconvenient. Is it too much to ask for childcare that is in my budget that allows for my flexible schedule? If anyone wants to give me a lifestyle quiz and then take this task of finding childcare off my plate that would be great, thanks. Apparently, you have to start before conception as well because there are waiting lists years long. Should have thought about this 10 years ago. Anyone else downtown Milwaukee want to do a Nanny share or that does in-home care? Or that doesn’t charge too much and wants to just hang out with my kid when I need you to?
- I don’t like my future travel buddy being compared to fruit. – So I changed the filter on my pregnancy app to strange things. Last week my little travel buddy was the size of one of those firework poppers that you throw in the street and they explode. This week it’s the size of a 2×2 Lego. Can’t wait to find out what size they are tomorrow!
- I made my first baby purchase. –My amazing SIL Natalie send me a link to the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. I had to buy them. I mean, they were on clearance at Nordstrom Rack. I pretty much had to. I bought two sizes as well because my child will wear them and love them so much and then years later will be like, do you remember those shoes that looked like Sushi? I loved those. And then I’ll be like, well in fact I do remember those and I want to make your wildest dreams come true so here they are in your current size because I knew this moment would come. And then I win at parenting. See? Always thinking ahead. Super strategic they call me.
And that’s about that for my thoughts! Thanks for joining me on this journey! Look forward to sharing all the things with you.
Lisa