That Too Much Buffet Feeling

Do you know that feeling you get after gorging yourself at a Buffet where you absolutely had to taste a little bit everything? You know the one where you wonder if your pants are going to stay zippered and buttoned? The one where you think I have to get up and walk along with I'm not sure if I can get up and walk... For a few hours afterward, you tell yourself I'm never, ever going to do this again. Well, pregnancy at a certain point seems to be that feeling on a constant basis. I'm positive my insides are squashed because I got that after too much buffet food feeling and along with that the "I wish I hadn't eaten that burps." The ghost of meals past happens after every meal to the point where you start wishing you didn't have to eat anymore. Sadly, not only do you have to eat on a regular basis you have to eat constantly and very small amount because when you don't eat your nauseated not to mention you are essentially eating for someone else, not that eating is any better because just after I eat, I'm also nauseated. Pregnancy, joy.

I had such optimistic hopes about my pregnancy from the moment I thought of the possibility to 7 weeks in. I was excited and it seemed easy with a little bit a nausea and occasionally I would throw something up, but it wasn't bad. I would wake up between 3 and 5 am every morning and accomplish a lot including painting really neat pictures of my little ones current life stage. The possibilities seemed amazing. I couldn't wait until the pregnancy progressed and I would get a sense of my little one. I was excited about not having a menstrual cycle and the painful cramps that went with it. I thought I was going to enjoy every minute of it all. I was deluded.

'Cause on week 8, I started throwing up. One night after some Korean Noodles, I threw up so hard that I was blowing noodles out of my nose. I threw up several times a day for two weeks and was told any day it was magically go away except it only got worse. The next two weeks I started throwing up every hour sometimes every 20-30mins while I was awake. At least I stopped after I went to bed for the night. At the same time, I was for the most part throwing up very specific things like the dill off the dill rice, or the cilantro garnish on my beans. I wasn't dehydrated, I wasn't losing weight, and I was keeping certain things down though I never knew what would stay down and what would not. I threw up oranges, apples, tangerines, anything dark green, then it would change. I could eat something for one meal and the next meal I ate it I would throw it up. My labs were great, my blood pressure is great, I just have this little vomiting problem.

It's weird to feel so good now when I am still throwing up, but only a few times a week which is a big improvement, and I'm no longer having problems with certain foods/food groups. I'm loving the ability to eat salad again! Just in time for the lack of room in my tummy to kick in.

Broccoli is the Best!

Though I can't eat broccoli much right now 'cause the kiddo doesn't seem to like it, it is serving a great purpose feeding the bees through the winter. They seem to love it. Both of the broccoli's that are in flower are swarming with bees and not just the little bees that I saw last full, but big bees unafraid of the camera. 

I've never seen fully flowered broccoli before and it is quite pretty, both close-up and at a distance. For all my neglect, my 4x8 bed is flourishing. The brussel sprouts are finally coming up it looks like I have two plants from the seeds I planted. I have some new broccoli that I seeded last September/October that is finally making an appearance. All this and I didn't bother to cover it during any of our freezes. A couple of our Austin friends who also have gardens covered their veggies during the freeze and they still aren't doing all the well. Must be a location issue. Though I'm not getting to eat anything from my garden 'cause my pregnant tummy can't handle it, I'm getting a great sense of accomplishment when I see how pretty my veggie garden is...

Missing My Garden...

I used to visit with my garden almost everyday, but that was before my little parasite took up residence in my belly. Now I spend most of my day praying to the porcelain god (I wish I was exaggerating, but sometimes it is every hour or more) , sleeping, or sitting wrapped in my favorite blanket in an exhausted heap when I am not at work wondering if this is the day that I won't make it to the bathroom in time. Sadly, it looks like I am going to be one of those very few women who have the all day morning sickness everyday through the whole nine months. On the other hand besides my exhausting little puking problem, I'm apparently in great health. It is kind of freakish really. My labs are great, my blood pressure is great, my gums and teeth are great which are apparently the first thing to go if the little parasite isn't getting enough nutrients, and kiddo is growing like a weed without the adverse circumstances. I'm not dehydrated and though I'm not gaining weight, I'm not losing all that much weight either when you don't take into account that the kiddo is more than three months along. With all my neglect due to my condition, you'd think my garden would be in horrible shape... But it is still growing and thriving, I'd like to think it is because I planned for my eventual disinterest in gardening, so it is hard to tell that I have mostly been neglecting it. Though I have been frustrated with not being able to do things in the rare times I have enough energy to even look at it, so I tend to see the slightest mess in an extra negative light where before it was a joy to clean things up and get my body moving.

Luckily, Manperson is the most wonderfullest person in the whole world at least my small section of it. With no prompting, he has cleaned up the big mess of pecan leaves and limbs. It makes a huge difference. All those leaves are now sitting in a compost can waiting to mold and be redistributed someday. Before the morning sickness hit with a vengeance, Manperson also planted my November birthday plants that his fabulous Momma bought me and I also got myself a climbing prairie rose that he planted and is watering for me as needed. In my rare moments of clarity, I think of how I planned to plant some more vegetables this past January and now it is February, I am also frustrated because it is not the same telling someone else what to do in my garden. I liked doing mostly everything myself beyond a few odds and ends. There are also still quite a few vegetables to harvest in my garden despite all my neglect except my little parasite apparently doesn't like them. I can't wait until I can eat broccoli, kale, collards, and mustard greens again. I'm also looking forward to being able to putter around my backyard playground... I know a while back I had planned to do a postmortem on garden, but who knows if I will ever get around to that since I'm amazed I am posting at all.