I’m a Growing Girl

This post is about boobs. Big boobs. My big boobs. Yes, I have those now. Somehow. With the morning sickness and heartburn and other glamorous stuff I’ve been experiencing for the last few months I’ve also noticed my t-shirts getting tighter. Well, that was to be expected. That was one of the pregnancy symptoms I actually knew about prior to getting pregnant. They’ve been sore and itchy and I knew that something was going on, I just didn’t realize just how much things have been changing.

I’ve needed to get new bras for a while but I’ve been putting it off because they’re not my favourite thing to shop for. I never seem to get the right size or fit and it’s very rare that I find a bra that I like. Because of this it’s gotten to the point where every bra I had is super tight and barely holding everything in place. I basically didn’t have a choice so we hopped in the car and drove to Square One for an afternoon of shopping.

I decided to go to La Senza because I had a coupon for $10 off and I can’t say no to a good deal. (I got it because my first attempt at shopping for new bras turned into shopping for new underwear because unlike bra shopping I LOVE shopping for new underwear! So fun!) Kev came along for moral support and because he’s a nice husband like that.

The moment we got there we were approached by a helpful employee. I told her that I’m pregnant and need to get new bras and a minute later I was back in a changing room getting properly measured which is something else I’ve put off for way too long.

So I know that I’ve gotten a bit bigger over the past few weeks. I was expecting her to tell me that I had gone up a cup size. Maybe two. I was not however expecting her to tell me that I’ve gone up three cup sizes in fifteen weeks. But that’s what she did.

“So I’d put you in a 32 DD,” she said like it ain’t no thang.

I stared at her and said, “You’ve got to be kidding me!” My entire life I’ve been a 32 B. 32 DD just sounds so much bigger! I looked down at my chest. These girls did not look like DD sized boobs to me and I told the girl so.

But she insisted that DD is my new size and brought in a box of these massive bras. After showing me a few different styles she left me to try one on.

This is the crazy part. I picked up one of those massive bras, put it on…and it fit perfectly. It’s amazing how good a properly fitting bra feels when your girls have been all squished up in a bra that’s three sizes too small. I spent some time checking myself out in the mirror, completely stunned that the bra I picked up actually fit and yes, the tag did say 32 DD. I know because I checked it twice. Unreal.

I slowly came to terms with the idea that my breasts are now way larger than I ever thought they could possibly become, made my way out into the store, and found Kev to tell him the big news.

To which he said, “That can’t be right.”

And I said, “If the bra fits!” Which is does. Very nicely, I might add.

So he helped me find a few bras in my new, much larger size which I got an amazing deal on because their bras are currently buy one get one half off on top of my $10 off coupon.  Who doesn’t love a good deal? As we were leaving the store I was still in a bit of shock. I am only fifteen weeks pregnant. How much bigger are these things going to get before the baby comes?

I find the idea a little scary but Kev doesn’t seem all that concerned. On the contrary, he seems to be quite pleased about it all. Can you believe it?


Ad Nauseum

Hyperemesis gravidarum. That’s a long fancy term which means “lots and lots of throwing up caused by being pregnant.” This isn’t your regular morning sickness. If regular morning sickness is a guy who occasionally enjoys watching Lord of the Rings then hyperemesis gravidarum is the guy who owns all the extended DVDs and every Tolkien book, has a room full of LoTR merchandise, can quote the entire series, and spends his free time dressed up as a hobbit. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Hobbits are great!)

When I got pregnant I expected to have a bit of morning sickness. Oh, I had big plans. I was going to handle my morning sickness like a boss, throw up, eat a couple of saltines, shake it off and get on with my day, no sweat. I was going to be an expert mama-to-be.

Well, it didn’t work out that way. I found out I was pregnant in the beginning of February, had about a week of feelin’ fine, and then one evening after eating supper I threw up. And I remember thinking something along the lines of, “Morning sickness, how quaint! I’m like, a legit pregnant lady with symptoms and everything now! Where do I get my free t-shirt?”

Well, I continued feeling nauseous and threw up again and still felt nauseous after that and wasn’t able to eat. I threw up a lot the next day and the next and then my pants started getting loose and I had to tell my supervisor about my pregnancy long before I was prepared to so she’d understand why I was frequently calling for relief so I could run to the bathroom. My sense of smell has become extremely sensitive which is one of the side effects of pregnancy that I didn’t know existed until it happened to me and it hasn’t helped matters at all (but more on that another day.)

This went on for a few weeks. The lowest point for me in all of this was one day at the end of February. I had planned to be off that morning because I was feeling so rough. It was a good thing I did because from the moment I got out of bed I was vomiting even though I had nothing in my stomach. It finally got to the point where I was getting concerned for the safety of the baby so I called my doctor’s office to ask how much vomiting is too much. After answering a few questions I was put on hold and the next thing I knew my doctor came on the line telling me that if I vomited one more time I’d have to go straight to the emergency room. I spent the rest of that morning sitting on my couch staring at the TV without actually watching it, swallowing tiny sips of water and trying to will myself not to throw up.

The next day I was seen and got a few answers. I was definitely throwing up more than your typical pregnant lady. My blood pressure was way too low. I was dehydrated and had lost five pounds since my appointment the previous week. So they prescribed me Diclectin which is like Gravol for pregnant ladies but 100% safe for the baby. It’s so great.  I have to take it several times a day and it makes me very sleepy but it’s taken the sickness down to a more manageable level so it’s worth it. If I wasn’t taking this drug I’d probably be on sick leave from work. I don’t know how women with this condition functioned before this drug was created.

So that was my introduction to life as a pregnant lady. As long as I keep taking the pills my stomach and I seem to have reached a delicate truce until it forgets our agreement and I have to run to the bathroom like I did today at work and again about twenty minutes ago. It’s been one of those days.

The main thing I’ve learned from pregnancy so far is that nothing feels the way I expected it to so it’s probably best that I drop my expectations and take things as they come. It’s funny how easy going you can learn to be when you aren’t given a choice in the matter. Now it’s time for bed, a prenatal vitamin, and a double dose of Diclectin. Om nom nom.

Pregnant and Cranky

A few weeks ago a pregnant friend of mine updated her Facebook status saying “Dear Every-Woman-Who-Ever-Said-You-Loved-Being-Pregnant: I’m pretty sure you just don’t remember it.” And now that I’m experiencing pregnancy for myself I have to say that I agree with this statement 100%.

Before becoming pregnant I thought I knew about the symptoms that go along with having a bun in the oven. I knew that morning sickness was a thing and thought that it made you vomit first thing in the morning and vanished after the first few weeks. I knew that your appetite increases and you can sometimes experience cravings for strange foods. And later in pregnancy your feet can swell and your back can hurt from carrying around the extra weight. I had even read this article on cracked.com that talked about some of the worst-case-scenario symptoms of pregnancy but those were all just worst case scenarios, of course. Overall I had the impression that pregnancy is a beautiful time when you glow with motherly radiance and spend each day marvelling over the little miracle growing inside of you all of that crap.

Yeah, I was blissfully unaware of what was in store for me. And this is very strange because I work with young children and am constantly surrounded by pregnant women. (Seriously, why didn’t any of you warn me?)

So far I haven’t found a single thing about being pregnant that I enjoy. I now know from experience how several of those worst-case-scenario symptoms feel firsthand. I know that morning sickness really means “all-day-long-every-day sickness” and the only thing I radiate is contempt for everyone who is ignorant enough to tell me to enjoy every moment of this blessed, blessed time in my life as a woman. I want to punch every single one of them in the face.

We’ve recently starting telling people about the baby and after the congratulations people usually ask how I’m feeling. In reply I’ve joked about starting a blog called “Pregnancy Really Sucks” in an effort to educate people about the brutal reality of being pregnant. I don’t spend my free moments wistfully rubbing my belly and reflecting on the beauty of getting to carry the baby with me for nine months. I spend my free moments wondering “Will I poop today?” and “Can I even remember the last time I pooped?” and “If I take anymore Metamucil is it going to completely destroy my lower digestive tract?”

And don’t tell me that it will all be worth it in the end. I know that the first moment I lay eyes on our child will be one of the most beautiful moments I will ever experience (because it will also mean that the pregnancy is over.)

So we’ll see how often I’m able to manage to update this blog. I’m not holding much hope considering that most of my free time is now dedicated to sleep and crying about how filthy my house has become because I have very little energy to do anything other than sleep.

Now if you excuse me I’m going to go sip a ginger ale and chew about a million antacids.