18 Weeks (pregnant)
(See the red splotchiness? It’s a rash…I have something similar covering random areas of my body. It itches. Lots.)
I’m guessing the special hormone that makes my hair and nails grow like crazy has finally kicked into effect – I don’t have long luscious locks of hair (although, I might if I could keep it from frizzing out into a ‘fro…I’ll let you know), but my hair HAS stopped falling out as much. I’m down to about one small clump rather than the huge fistfuls I was having to clean up. My nails are growing plenty fast, which I’m pretty sure is part of the whole Divine Design plan – you know, better to scratch my raging hormonal skin with. I’m seriously looking into taking sandpaper or those rough-bristled brushes to my skin…only then it will be RAW and itch. It almost feels like the itch is from the inside, like I can’t quite get to it. Who knows, maybe I’m just going nuts and it’s all in my head. Um, I mean…skin.
The uber bad morning sickness that I had in the beginning is gone. I thought it would be the end of all sickness, but apparently that goodness only lasted a week or two. Now, I have “normal-person morning sickness” and am keeping the Zofran pretty handy. For the most part, I can curb the puking if I can pop a Zofran and lay down really quickly and squeeze my eyes shut (and soon after get food in me). I don’t remember it lasting QUITE this long with Lorelei, but what do I know. The thought that this may last the rest of my pregnancy scares me…and pisses me off a little.
My hormones are quickly spinning out of control – not only am I itchy and forgetful suddenly with the intense urge to puke everywhere, I’m also drawn to near hysterics at the drop of a hat. Okay, maybe not hysterics…but, it’s close. I can still tell though when I am being “short” due to hormones or due to being pushed too far and am quick to apologize and try to make it right. I guess that’s better than nothing.
Cravings. I’m not really having a ton of cravings that I can’t live without, although there are certain foods that I’m hungry for and certain that seem repulsive to me. Large bits of hamburger (like thick hamburgers, loads of hamburger meat in sauces, and big meatballs) make me squirm in a very bad way. Bagel bites and pizza rolls aren’t too appetizing, either – although that one may have to do more with the fact that those were a main source of sustenance for 3.5 months. Things that sound good are Victor’s Sandwiches’ chili (it’s kind of a sweeter variety), Dominoes cheese pizza, and Jalapeno poppers.
I’ve also been experiencing an almost unquenchable thirst. I’ve been drinking water like crazy, which also means I could probably just strap a toilet to my butt and call it a day. Seriously. I should just make the bathroom into an office, I’m constantly peeing.
The crazy dreams have started – you know, the ones where really WEIRD things happen and are totally unlike the dreams you used to have – and, I’ve broken out in an itchy rash all over. Not that the two have anything to do with each other, but still. The rash is just like the one I had with Lorelei, so I’m not worried just annoyed. I’ve not used anything new and I realize my skin may be developing new allergies during the pregnancy and blablabla but that’s not it. My body is just freaky, k? All the same, 10 points goes to whoever cures me of the itchiness without setting me on fire. Thanks.
Occasionally I’m feeling some light flutters, and even more rarely do I feel full on body slams. I mean, that has to be what it is unless this kid is bigfoot. Oh God, please no.
I tallied it up, and if I can count right – the total score for boy versus girl was 9 to 10. You guys are so smart. The sonographer spotted the significant parts right away, and it’s a girl. From now on, Baby A will now be referred to as Aurora Madeline…okay, actually it’ll just be Aurora…or A…or, whatever. Don’t worry…Steven is okay. We went to Steak and Shake afterwards to cheer him up. Besides, like he can stay too sad knowing that in the end this will just mean more “trying” later on. Gee. Poor Steven. But, no matter what he tries to convince you guys of, this kid will NOT be nicknamed AJ. Nor will we be naming a baby girl Aidan Joseph.