Weekly Weigh-In #3 & 4

Last week: 127lbs (Thanks to Colace for getting rid of my yucky constipation!)

This week: 129lbs (Thanks to eating lots of food and gaining two pounds of fat in my ass and tummy and neck.)

Currently above wedding day weight by 4 pounds. Below normal Ms. Conceived Notion weight by 3 pounds, so I'm slowly getting back to normal. I did commemorate my wedding weight loss by buying a fantastic pair of size 2 jeans while on my honeymoon. Haven't put them on in two weeks--doubt they still fit or will ever fit again, but that's okay--I have photo evidence of my supermodel-esque-ness.

While I've been having nausea and some dry heaves, I haven't actually thrown up at all during the pregnancy and I've been hungry constantly. If I don't eat breakfast within a half hour of waking up I get ravenously hungry, so I've had to alter my morning schedule to allow for eating on the way to the subway instead of once I get to work. 

I'm also craving saturated-fat-dense foods like crazy. This week, I'm craving cheese, buffalo wings, ravioli, pesto sauce, chicken parm, milk...

Buffalo Wing Photo Source

Weekly Weigh-In #2: Craptastic!

128.8 lbs.

2 pounds heavier than last week. Still less than my pre-wedding weight. In fact, this weight would have made me really happy 6 months ago. 

But I'm pretty sure the two pounds I gained is mostly due to extreme constipation. Yummy!  It could be partially due eating lots of cheese and chocolate this week, but with the bloating and cramping I feel, I'm sure a lot of heaviness is because I haven't had a good poop since December 9th when I first took the pregnancy test.

Ever since my period was late several weeks ago something got messed up with my #2 cycle.  I was concerned only because I poop like clockwork after my Starbucks every morning. So this was another indicator to me that I might be pregnant.

Literally 5 minutes after we saw the positive pregnancy test results on December 9th, I had the extreme urge to go.

When I came back to bed, while we were freaking out about the impending baby, I announced, "Haha, I'm literally scared sh*tless!"

This actually broke the ice and made us stop freaking out for a moment because we started having one of our silly bickering fights...it went something like this.

"Babe, I'm scared sh*tless! That's so funny! That actually happens!"

"No, if you were scared sh*tless, you wouldn't be able to sh*t. Like, all of a sudden, there would be no sh*t."

"You're totally wrong. The expression came about because you lose your bowels when you're really scared. Even when you die, you just sh*t. It just happens."

"No, you're wrong."

This went on for a little while longer and I partially thought my husband was just arguing for arguments sake, but I wasn't sure whether he was trying to bother me or actually that mistaken.  Finally, my best argument came to me:

"Then why do people say 'That scared the crap out of me'?"

"That's different."

This time he was joking. He knew I proved him wrong. And it was hilarious. To us.

Now I'm just hoping that the anxiety I'm feeling about having our first OB appointment on Wednesday inspires a nice poop between now and then :(


Gross Constipation Image Source

Weekly Weigh-In #1

126.8 lbs.

We'll see how long I feel comfortable advertising my weight, even anonymously...