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

Cravings... Before I Knew I Was Preggo...

Last Saturday night in NYC, it was 30 degrees with freezing rain. I had plans to go to Arlene's Grocery, but couldn't bear the thought of leaving the house so I canceled my plans to stay home at catch up on Lost Season 5 while my husband was out with his friends.

At some point in the evening I had an intense craving for calorie-dense Italian food and a smokey red wine. I just couldn't think of anything better than sipping a glass or two of wine, so I got dressed for the first time all day and went to the wine store.  I was sooooooo content that evening.

The next day, all I could think about was drinking more wine. So I had a big glass Sunday evening also with my leftovers from Ottomanelli's Cafe.

Then it dawned on me. What if my body is craving wine because it knows this is the last time I can drink it?

At this point, I was still waiting for my period to come. My cycle was a little off the prior month so I wasn't sure if my iPhone's Free Menstrual Calendar (FMC)* app was accurate. If it was accurate, then my period was 4 days late.

On Monday, I was hungrier than usual. My commute home from Soho to the UES takes 45-60 minutes, and on Monday night I couldn't wait to get home before eating a snack. I was still thinking about my weird wine craving as I went into the Sunrise Mart for some salmon sushi and seaweed salad.  I quickly ate there and then headed uptown for my actual meal.

As soon as I left Sunrise Mart, I thought "Oh SH*T. I'm definitely pregnant." I had another "bad food" craving. Sushi is another no-no for preggers, so I had a profound feeling that some higher power was telling me to eat it while I was still oblivious...

Fast forward to Tuesday. Period was now 6 days late, and I had the day off from work.

It was the perfect Manhattan winter day. The cold and wind from the weekend subsided, the sun was out, and the air was a crisp 45 degrees. When I walked out of my apartment building and the fresh air hit me, I thought, "Ahhh, today would be a great day to go to the park, bum a cigarette or two and sit on a bench to people watch."

Oh God, now I was craving cigarettes. I haven't bummed a cigarette in months!  (Don't worry--I didn't smoke.)

And low and behold, I took the pregnancy test the following day and we know how that turned out. I'm glad I got my bad girl cravings out of the way before I could officially feel guilty about them.





*I was using the FMC (which I cutely referred to in conversation with my hubby as the "F*ck Me Calendar") to avoid pregnancy by using what I guess you'd call the Rhythm Method. Let's just say we think we conceived on the day AFTER my FMC said I stopped being fertile.