The baby is just going to have to stay put. In the womb. Where it’s free.
Apparently, I’m starting to freak out about childcare for when I have to go back to work. It hadn’t even crossed my mind until one friend I told about my pregnancy (I know, I’m the worst secret-keeper) asked me which waiting lists we were on. Um, I’m not even eight weeks pregnant yet. Not on my radar. Well, I’ve asked around, and I not only have to start worrying about getting the baby into somewhere good in time, I have to start worrying about how we’re going to afford–at least–$600 a month. Holy cannoli. I’m envisioning a return to ramen. And it’s making it difficult to breathe.
I’ve had a few breaks from the nausea, and that’s good. But I’m now acutely aware of the fact that I’ve been producing extra blood cells. When I lie down to go to sleep, I feel like I’m being suffocated by all the extra blood. It’s creepy, and I’m not sleeping so well. I’m trying to sleep on my left side, which is tough as I am a hard-core right-side/stomach sleeper. I’m also trying extra pillows–one to “hug” and one between my knees. This helps a little, but our full size bed is getting a little cramped, to say the least. And I’m not even huge yet.
I have learned a trick that I sure wish I’d learned a long time ago. I’m wearing jeans today, and I’ve done the rubber band loop around the button trick. AMAZING! I could have extended the life of several pairs of jeans had I known this before. With a long enough shirt, it’s totally undetectable.