Tuesday, July 8, 2014

I need a worry doll

I have so many worries about this pregnancy that I hope that doesn't damage my chance of healthy pregnancy.

I want to skate still, but I can't do contact. I haven't told my league yet, just the coaches, the board and one who hasn't been to practice in a long time. I think gossip is filtering around while I dither.
I skipped a few practices and then one sunday sat out saying I had allergies bad, but came anyway. Sitting out is horrible. I need a purpose next time. Not to keen on NSOing, I want to stay on my skates. Doctor M said I can skate around, but no contact sports.  Preggos need exercise too, but I  should only exercise for half hour at a time cause my core temp shouldn't raise too much and it's been freakin hot outside.  I don't want to overheat.

I'm worried that the yummy gin and oysters I had three days before I took my test will harm the development of my baby, but Chris says that I'm worrying too much and that it was too soon.  Oh and I had a beer after the game.

Now I'm worried about spotting. I don't want the pregnancy to go away. I want a baby. We picked out names that I'm not telling anyone cause our top name was taken by someone who had her baby first and even used the nickname I considered before Chris shot it down ( the nickname, not the name or the baby of course).

I have to tell my dad still. Wanted to tell him in person, but it doesn't look like he can afford to visit this summer.  I should totally tell him soon.

I haven't had any real morning sickness, don't want it either. But did feel all around sick for a week.
And that melt down/breakdown I had a week before I took my first test, I'm not sure if that was part of it.

I wonder what food I'm gonna crave or despise.

I can't eat marshmallows that are roasted anymore. I got sick on them both times I had them last week and this week.

I love sweet potato rolls, but I don't think that's a craving, that's just me and wanting to have sweet potato rolls.

I miss sushi and wine already. And Guinness ...the beer and the hot derby chick.

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