Baby Bump

I actually started blogging in 2008, when I had an infant, was working full-time, and being a single mom. Blogging was great, I even felt like a mini-celebrity for a while.

That’s how I transitioned to writing product reviews on Amazon; it started with getting all these coupons from the American Baby magazine publication — and because I lived in NYC, I got to enjoy all their trade shows and other big events from baby companies.

I figured since I still have a few (long) months to go, and being a housewife is so tedious, I’d write more in-depth about my pregnancy. Even though I’m a housewife now, I did work while I was pregnant, and under very stressful circumstances.

Now, you might hear of some women who love being pregnant. They have that pregnancy “glow”, great skin and hair, and never get sick — that’s not me. Although, with my daughter, it wasn’t nearly as bad (that was actually how I knew this baby would be a boy). I got very sick with my first baby, a boy. My hair also looked like a dried up mess… actually, I kind of looked like I fell out of a tree for 9 months. (I did have very nice hair and skin while I was pregnant with Ava though.)

I will say this, even though my pregnancy was miserable, I had some awesome post-partum changes, which I felt made up for the 9 months of misery — especially since, unlike the pregnancy changes, these were permanent.

Now, you might hear that some women get bigger feet, varicose veins, moles, stretch marks, etc. — I was very proud of the fact that I left the hospital in my size 3 jeans… both times.

But, that’s not to say I didn’t have unhappy body changes too! And to make you feel better, a break down of all the good (and bad) changes that happened — but remember, every woman is different, so don’t compare.

After Ollie was born, I noticed I had stretch marks on my butt and hips — although they weren’t very noticeable. (I was fortunate that they weren’t the purple-ish or blue-ish marks that some women get.) Really, I still wore a bikini even after my second was born, in fact:

Two fat babies later…

I would say that my C-section scar from Ava is way worse than any stretch marks, and you’d have to have your face right up to my ass to see the stretch marks (and the only person who has his face in my ass is my hubby, ha!).

I was petite before pregnancy, and didn’t gain much during pregnancy either; so although the skin did stretch, it isn’t very noticeable. (We are always our own worse critic though.) To help if you’re worried about getting the deep purple stretch marks because you’ve gained more weight than you wanted or expected, I hear lotion works wonder for helping to loosen up the skin. I personally never used it because during pregnancy my skin is very prone to acne, but if you don’t have pregnancy acne, then Palmer’s Cocoa Butter oil really makes your skin very soft.

I don’t really care about bikinis anymore now though, since I’m at that age where I just don’t feel I should — I mean, I’ve also stopped wearing crop-tops at 18, mini-skirts at 25, and anything leather at 21 too… but, I did still cared about wearing a bikini all the way until I was 31; at 34 I started wearing a one-piece:

I actually bought this bathing suit to wear for my honeymoon; at 34, I felt my bikini days belonged with my crop-tops and mini-skirts.

So don’t believe for definite that having a baby means not being able to wear a bikini again, or that you’ll lose your beach body — just look to the above photos as proof that every woman is different. Like I said, those pictures were  after TWO babies (oh, and just in case you’re wondering: one was 8 pounds, and the other was 7.5 pounds; so they weren’t small babies either!).

Now, my feet didn’t get bigger with either pregnancy, and I didn’t get any spider veins or varicose veins, but my nose did get wider when I was pregnant with Ava. People think I’m crazy, but these are subtle changes that only you would realize — because let’s be real, no one else is going to realize that you’re wearing size 6.5 shoes instead of a 6, right? As stated, these are subtle changes, I’m not talking Michael Jackson nose change… but unfortunately, it was a permanent change (I’d rather have bigger feet if given a choice!).

After my daughter was born, my hair was also falling out in clumps. Seriously, I felt I was going bald! The opposite with my boy; I had stringy hair during pregnancy, and nice hair afterwards. Both conditions were temporary for me; but many women do experience significant hair loss postpartum though, and a lot of it is hormones and hereditary causes.

This is going to sound super bizarre… but I had very nice teeth during my girl pregnancy.

The boobs… I never had big boobs to begin with, and even after both pregnancy, they stayed perky! Evidence (excuse my lobster tan):

Sagging may be a concern for women with big breasts though, as the skin on the breasts stretch A LOT during pregnancy, and even afterwards, as milk fills up the breasts.

Big breasted women will probably see some degree of sagging, but that’s to be expected — I mean, it’s the law of gravity; which is why I kind of like having small boobs, they stay perky! (If you’re a big breasted woman, there’s nothing a good bra can’t hold up!)

I had a vaginal birth with my son, and it actually helped a lot with menstrual cramps. My periods used to last for like 8 days; even on the 10th day my underwear would be stained with dried up blood that was still making its way out of the cervix. After my son, I only had cramps for the first two days, and my period was over by the 7th day; and the bleeding was only heavy the first two days — before, I used to get terrible blot clots with extremely heavy bleeding for like 5 days before the bleeding got lighter by the 6th or 7th day!

I had terrible acne with my boy pregnancy, I had very nice skin with my girl. I’d get these pimples on my chin, jawline, or my cheeks — like I was a teenager all over again! My skin is also super dry during my boy pregnancy; but I think it’s because I get so dehydrated from throwing up all the time.

With my first two pregnancies, I actually realized I was pregnant because I had a yeast infection both times. Ewww, I know — but pregnancy is kind of disgusting, if women are actually being honest about it.

I really want to be blunt about it, because I was 24 when I got pregnant the first time, and the smartphone hadn’t made its way into the US market yet; and because I think that so many women are just embarrassed by so many things during pregnancy that they don’t know what’s normal or not, or are afraid to bring it up to their doctor… and because I don’t want you to use Wikipedia as a diagnosis.

But the yeast infection wasn’t even the worse; I had these heavy vaginal discharges with my boy pregnancy, that I seriously wondered if something was wrong. It’s called leukorrhea, and it’s similar to the regular vaginal secretion that every woman gets, even non-pregnant women (ALL you women know exactly what I’m talking about too, so don’t pretend or deny!) — during ovulation, you produce more of it than at other times of your cycle; but during pregnancy, there’s an abundance of it! When you’re not pregnant, you might notice it while wiping, or during ovulation when you can actually feel that mucus-like glob ruining your underwear… but during pregnancy, it’s always there, and so much of it too!

But even that’s not as bad as when the baby gets bigger and presses up against your diaphragm making it hard to breathe easily, or when he pushes down on your bladder — which can cause you to leak urine when you sneeze or cough; this is especially problematic with petite women carrying big babies!

So these are MY good and bad pregnancy related body changes; so if you’re going through some of it yourself, don’t despair; or if you’re having completely different changes, know that many woman out there will share a similar (if not exact) change as you too. A lot of these changes are subtle and only noticeable to ourselves; and sure some of these changes are very noticeable too… I had a girlfriend whose body got completely “ruined” (yes, big purple stretch marks all over the place, and worse); but honestly, most women don’t care once their baby is born… and need I remind you, everyone gets old and wrinkles, less hair, less attractive each year; I mean, even Cher would feel silly at her age wearing a thong! But, at least you’ll have children who hopefully loves you and won’t stick you in a nursing home when you’re senile (hey, I’m just being realistic, have you watched the news!?).

The most exciting part is the last trimester, when you can physically see the baby moving just by looking at your belly — for you first time moms, you’ll know what I’m talking about when you get to those last months! Hang in there. ♡


Second Trimester

I’m 22 weeks, and am halfway there!

I had a very nice Christmas week home in NYC with my mom and family. It snowed, and I had really missed the crisp winter air in the city. I didn’t go anywhere… but a few times I had opened the back door to the yard, or stood looking out the back window, and felt the sharp cold wind on my face… and it felt wonderful. My mom cooked and spoiled me. She made all my favorite Chinese foods, and I had the best Chinese vegetable soup to help with dehydration.

I did pass out at the Atlanta Airport from dehydration; that was scary (and very embarrassing). That happened one other time while I was home, but thankfully my hubby and Ava were home too. Both times I was able to lower myself down before blacking out, thus preventing myself from falling.

I treated myself to a new pair of Blowfish knee-high boots, since I feel very blah lately. They are just as cute as my Steve Madden boots, but way more comfortable. It’s low heels, so still very stylish and sexy without being too high to walk in (since I now waddle).

My morning sickness has gotten better, I’m not nearly as sick as I was before; but now I can’t sleep for more than like 3 hours before waking up. I’m very uncomfortable and the baby is giving me all sorts of aches and pains. I am still very congested and usually constipated — not fun!

I wish I was home for my mom to take care of me, but I had missed my hubby greatly while I was home. (My mom had said my baby son loves Chinese food, and I agree.)

If Georgia didn’t suck so much and I didn’t think the state was such a disaster, I would change to Tricare Standard like I used to have when I was pregnant with Ava, and use civilian doctors instead; but I’m hoping we’ll be in NC before the baby is born, and I’m just too lazy to go seeking any doctors at the moment.

I can feel the baby moving. I’m still craving fruit salads and hot lime water with honey (that’s what my mom makes for me all the time — and besides, I just think the NYC water taste a whole lot better than the water in Georgia, even though I boil water no matter where I am).

The baby is putting pressure on other organs in my body. I am very out of breath a lot of times, I get full very easily and then throw everything up; I’m also very gassy too. My acne has cleared up a lot (thank God), but my hair still looks somewhat flat and stringy. My skin is also super dry, but I don’t know if it’s from me being dehydrated, the terrible water in GA, or the humid weather in Georgia… my nails look great though, very long and hard.

I no longer have that weird white gunk on my tongue, but my teeth feels very yucky from always throwing up; I should brush more since I’m always puking, but I’m too lazy to. Thank God my cleaning is next month, because I feel my teeth aren’t as white as they should be — all that acid content can’t be good for my teeth enamel.

I am super congested with snots in my nose, and mucus in my throat. I’ve also been getting headaches. My ears feel very waxy. My nipples are humongous… and also since the baby is bigger, he’s pressing on my bladder — a few times when I had a very strenuous coughing fit, I actually peed on myself. It isn’t so bad when it happens at home and I can clean myself and change, but it’s awful when you’re outside. I remember with Ollie, that it didn’t happen until like the last two months, and it got so bad I had to wear panty-liners; I didn’t have that problem with Ava though.

I am waiting for my third trimester impatiently. I want to evict this baby already!

I’m dying!!! …

I’m dying!!! …

Okay, those that know me, know that I say that statement just about every day — my hubby said I’ve been dying since the day he’s met me.

I have a kidney infection, people!

It started as an untreated UTI because I thought my symptoms were all just pregnancy related; when my infection was finally diagnosed through a urine culture after at least a month of having the urinary symptoms, the doctor probably assumed it was an uncomplicated lower urinary tract infection (in the bladder). He prescribed me a week of Macrobid, which would have treated it effectively if it was still a UTI, but the bacteria has had enough time to spread to the kidney(s).

The doctor wasn’t available to see me, and instead I saw a midwife. The more I tried to explain my symptoms, the more it seemed as if she was trying to tell me otherwise — so I pulled out the my-father-in-law-is-a-doctor card (ha!). I told her that the Dr. had said that my symptoms are a kidney infection and that Macrobid wouldn’t work for it. (The Dr. and Mrs. are actually out of the country on their annual spiritual vacation… but the “card” worked.)

I think sometimes people in the medical field are a bit condescending because they believe what they think is right as opposed to actually listening to the patient… (I could have said I wanted to see a real doctor instead of a midwife or nurse practitioner, but it’s like telling a security guard or meter-maid that they’re just wanna-be cops).

Well, after I dropped that card, she seemed more susceptible to what I was telling her about my symptoms. So I got a shot of Rocephin in my left butt cheek (which is a very strong antibiotic)… I’m starting to get paranoid about the baby, but Google is a nightmare when you are medically concerned — you start looking things up, and then you’re convinced you have penile cancer even though you’re a woman.

Afterwards, she prescribed me 270 pills of cephalexin (500mg)… seriously, 270 pills of it! I guess I’m covered for UTI infections for a while, so I’m not complaining — but I am concerned about the antibiotics and the baby though.

On a happy note, I saw the baby today! ♡

It wasn’t an official prenatal exam, but since my symptoms consisted of lower back pains, chills and shaking, and all that other I’m dying!!! symptoms; she wanted to do a vital exam on the baby. I had a vaginal ultrasound done… I saw my little jellybean and heard the heartbeat. Right now the baby looks like an ink blot. ♡

First month: nauseous, vomiting, everything has a stinky smell to it (the kitchen is the worse, it always smells so bad to me, even foods that I used to love now smells awful); sleepy, moody, cranky, do NOT want sex (shop is closed for business — my poor hubby); constant thirsty feeling, yucky feeling in my mouth.

My other symptoms are in conjunction with my kidney infection: cloudy, dark urine (it also had a terribly strong odor), lower back pain (specific to my kidney area), frequent urination and feeling of incomplete bladder emptying; sporadic chills and shaking, especially at night.

I’ve been craving dried fish with peanut congee (unfortunately the closest legit Chinese restaurant is in Atlanta, so I’ll have to wait until I go home for it), and of course dim sum (specifically steamed shrimp dumplings, shrimp noodle rolls, and sticky fried rice… omg, I’m salivating — I miss home so much!).

Well, that’s what I’m craving, but what I’m eating (and able to hold down) is lemonade, lemon water, pretzel, jello, yogurt, and fruit bowls. My poor baby.

Happy Mother’s Day ♡

Happy Mother’s Day to me! ♡

Pictured is my annual Mother’s Day bouquet. No filter by the way, my bouquet really is this lovely; some of the flowers are still budding, but will open in a few days… I just noticed the flower-pick looks like the Twitter bird, ha!

And a huge congratulations to my SIL for earning her second master degree; she now has a master in nursing (besides from her first master in theology). We are all so proud of her. ♡

Goodbye to the Pony

I think every woman’s goal when she meets a man is to get him on to her spider web. Ha!

Well, my man is definitely all tangled up in my web! Not only am I unbelievably spoiled rotten by him (I mean, I did choose my own obnoxiously priced engagement ring), but since the first day I met him, I’ve been working on removing every last bit of single-free-manhood from him (insert devious, sinister laughter) — my wonderful manly grunt drives the very symbolism of man, a Mustang.

So he’s a gym rat, and every time I call him he’s either running or lifting, at the gym, or playing on his Xbox (man-child!)… I can deal with certain Peter Pan syndromes in a grown man… but the Mustang, no.

There are only 3 types of men who drives around in performance cars — ridiculously rich men, men going through a mid-life crisis, and bachelors. Because no young man under 50 with a two-door car has a wife and kids waiting for him at home… how’s he going to put a car seat in something like that anyway!?

The mister did not want to get rid of the pony. He bought it brand new and it’s only four years old. It only has 30,000 miles on it, practically a showroom demo car with that low of a mileage; but lately I’ve been crocheting baby blankets for our non-existent baby because my baby fever has been through the roof.

He called me on Skype this morning and while we were talking he asked me what car he should get next. My man-child is trading in his Mustang for a much needed SUV for our little growing family. I said Jeep since it’s a very affordable line of SUVs, but he likes the Ford Explorer instead… one victory at a time, I suppose.

I think every man wants to hold on to being single forever, it’s like their dream of being a space cowboy or something. But eventually they fall in love with a woman and do boring things like get a 401K, and trade in their coupes for a vehicle that can seat 7 people and/or has a 60/40 split seating cargo option. I love him so much for always doing everything he can to make me happy… including putting away his space cowboy ideas.