The Oven Now Pops, Mostly During The Evening
Right now, and for the last few days, pregnancy is easier than it has been. It’s almost pleasant because the nausea has mostly gone, except for an occasional outburst from my stomach that is so occasional, I can blame it on the heat, food poisoning, or my eating habits. Those light sensitivity headaches that came from hormone adjustment are gone. I don’t sleep as well at nights as I usually do, but that’s to be expected and is almost welcome; it prepares my mind more gradually for middle-of-the-night feedings that might be inevitable.
No specific food cravings yet; I want fresh fruits and vegetables, but that craving comes with the arrival of every summer, whether I’m pregnant or not. My body has handled it as I hoped it would: a bowling ball in the belly, my stance slightly widened, and a slight increase in acne from what my skin has become after puberty. Other than those, I look perfectly normal from the back, or so my husband tells me. No swelling, no hair loss, no mood swings. I’m not complaining. So far, this is manageable.
Now just watch: tomorrow, something new occurs. Some new hormone will decide to readjust itself. I’m already giving myself enough grief from this new sewing project of mine, but that’s self-inflicted from an attempt at saving money. Changing shape equals new white dress for our monthly excursions to the temple, and I’m too cheap to spend $36 on an already-made dress at the temple clothes store. Good thing the temple is closed for cleaning this month. It means I can take my time at the sleeves, the hem, the shoulders. Altering a dress is harder than it sounds, but I can handle this over the unpleasantries of making a baby that I’ve encountered thus far.