So we are clear about this post... No it's not about my girls being a size DD type of post! Granted, with pregnancy I'm pretty sure they will there once more and beyond that. And in a way I don't blame you for thinking DD was about the tatas. This blog is about being pregnant and being faaaaatt-astic!
Tonight, Wednesday night, DD night stands for a while different ball game..
This middle of the week night stands for one thing and one thing only. The one show I will step out my house until 3am an go spend the evening at my sister in law place.
I bet you are wondering, 'what in a frogs name is she talking about. Tell. Us already'.
Well mes amis, DD night is for Duck Dynasty night!!!*insert theme song from show*
That's right folks! This girl looooovess those Louisiana bearded duck call making hunting goofs of men that is the Robertson family and friends.
I don't know how close to reality it all is but I enjoy the redneck feel warmth of them, their humor and their sense of family.
I love how the show ends each night with Mr Phil praying over the family meal with every one there and those last words they tend to share always have a good value. Even if silly and humorous.
Humor is important to me. I mean, if you knew my family you would totally understand. You don't go to the movies with my father, my husband and brother if its a comedy.. You will want to roll under your seat and die. They laugh so loudly. Just as individuals that together they make others sound like mice. Ok so I am a loud laugher too lol
But we love to tease one another, we always joke and have something witty to say. And I was raised with a grandfather that looooved hunting. I mean 80 years old and made trips up to Nunavut from new brunsiwck(I think it was 11 plane transfers) to get to destination and get in the bush just so he could hunt.
My brother hunts, some cousins too. Jacques and I don't but we are both interested in getting our gun licenses at one point or another.
I would of long ago but, grandad had this thing. Women don't shoot guns and you by God don't go hunting with the men!!! So even if interested, I never got to hunting with him like my brother or young cousins.
Doesn't mean I don't appreciate it! Hmmm. Good moose or deer steak!! I am drooling just thinking of it lol
Any hoo. It just shows, I love the redneck thing. The Robertson clan is a weekly thin for me and my sister in law. We will watch reruns just to have a good laugh with uncle Si and drool on handsome Jase.
To me they beat any of those reality shows you got playing. I don't care about the bachelor surrounded by airbags and airheads or the meat market of the bachelorette. I want good old family values(which seem to lack in today' society) with a good tipping of humor and sillyness. my duck commanders they deliver that!
Peace out*falls on her pillow to sleep without spell proofing or making sure her iPhone autocorrect didn't attack during th writing of this post*
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Friday, March 22, 2013
Slugish zombie day
You know, it's just one of those days. You get woken up by some one trying to play a song with your doorbell. Not getting the message that 1, you're not home. 2.maybe you're sleeping. 3.Maybe you just don't want to see any one! 4. You're pregnant, fell asleep at 4;30am and want to catch on some few zzz' so you don't nap mid afternoon!
...So I woke, I got my birthday suit covered up, and oh look, it's dad, what the heck dad? I had no idea you were coming up today. I guess dad wanted to catch a cat nap on my couch before he drove back home -_-
So, we give him our bed, Jacques hits the dishes like a BOSS, and Me? I drool on the couch like another boss.
It's just one of those days where, I want to curl up, sleep all day. Which normally I wouldn't do or don't feel like doing. Me and Nap time have never really been best friends.
Me:Oh nap, it would be so awesome right now!
Naptime:Suuure, come to the dark side for 20min or an hour. And you will wake up with the worse headache, nausea and grumpiness EVAH!
I swear, I am not my father' daughter when it comes to his favorite pastime, naps.
So now, It's 4pm, well getting there, and I have to head out, go to work for an hour or two to work...But being one of those days, I just want to crawl in a hole and stay there, be a hermit, be a zombie and not be the awesome Therapist that I am.
I guess, I should go shower, and get my bum bum shakin' and head out huh.
Just one of those days, where I had wished, the door bell didn't exist.
...So I woke, I got my birthday suit covered up, and oh look, it's dad, what the heck dad? I had no idea you were coming up today. I guess dad wanted to catch a cat nap on my couch before he drove back home -_-
So, we give him our bed, Jacques hits the dishes like a BOSS, and Me? I drool on the couch like another boss.
It's just one of those days where, I want to curl up, sleep all day. Which normally I wouldn't do or don't feel like doing. Me and Nap time have never really been best friends.
Me:Oh nap, it would be so awesome right now!
Naptime:Suuure, come to the dark side for 20min or an hour. And you will wake up with the worse headache, nausea and grumpiness EVAH!
I swear, I am not my father' daughter when it comes to his favorite pastime, naps.
So now, It's 4pm, well getting there, and I have to head out, go to work for an hour or two to work...But being one of those days, I just want to crawl in a hole and stay there, be a hermit, be a zombie and not be the awesome Therapist that I am.
I guess, I should go shower, and get my bum bum shakin' and head out huh.
Just one of those days, where I had wished, the door bell didn't exist.
Not what if my baby has no toes...What if I can't find a car seat for my....JEEP!
I swear, Ron' words about Hermione 'She needs to get her priority straight'
could apply to me right now.
Since the day I found out I was pregnant, my main worry was not, 'oh geeze, I must eat healthy!'
'will it be healthy?' 'am I going to miscarry'. So yes, those thoughts and many others have come and gone in my head, much like I know they have with other momma' to be and momma who have been.
But my big worry that has kept me awake some nights after googling for info is... Will I ever find a baby car seat that will fit in my 2003 Jeep TJ!
I know, silly!!!
But you got to understand. I've wanted a Jeep since the first time I rod in my uncle Paul Renegade jeep as a kid.
He took us out in the woods, out in some river, up some hills, oh I had fallen in love having the breeze in my hair and getting a bit of splashes of water from the river!
From early on, I dreamt of having my dream car. A Wrangler jeep(Yes, we can call them Wranglers here In Canada now!)
Well, about 4 or 5 years ago, that dream became reality when my brother, who also dreamt of owning a jeep bought his very first TJ! Oh My the Gods I was sooooo jealous! But within six months, his dream collapsed when he and his wife had the sudden news they were expecting AND my brother had just made the big decision to go back to school to become an electrician.
What was his misfortune in loosing the vehicle of his dream became My reality of having mine!HA! Well, I took over his jeep since the poor guy would of lost quite a few grand on trying to resell it after just buying it from the lot.
Jeeps are not the most comfortable rides, but I've seen so much worse! I love how you are higher than most vehicles, I enjoy being compact and it turns on a dime! Better, the top off! OMG, having a Jeep has taken me out of my glow in the dark pale vampiric skin to a freckled semi tanned tone! yes yes, I've traded the child of the night gig for the redneck git'er muddy!
I love it. Love the jeep movement, love the jeep wave, love the look of the vehicle, everything. Oh yes, and It totally makes me score brownie points in the summer when I strip it bare(no roof, no doors) and take my nephews and niece out for a ride!! I swear, I am the coolest thing out there when summer comes! And even winter since I tend to do silly things with them....Shhhh.. Don't tell their parents!
Anyway....SQUIRREL!
....I was saying, I am worrying almost nightly, How am I going to fit a baby car seat in the back of my shoe box jeep!?!? You see, some will tell me, bring your passenger seat all the way to the front and voila! you got room! yeah..And where will I or my tall husband sit? Strap on the hood like a deer who met it's doom on a nice crispy Autumn day? Because, I'm 5'11, and he's 6 feet. We need leg room in our little Gem of a red jeep I call my Morgan.(Long story lol)
I'm sure there is some special baby seat out there made for a compact car, I mean c'mon! Look at all the Europeans and their little toy cars! I doubt they put their babies in a wagon and tie it to the bumper of their cars!!!!
Oh well.....If we don't find something, I guess, I'll have to like dump my husband. Like hell I'm getting rid of my jeep! :P
PS....I'm just kidding! Never getting rid of Jacques! He's to awesome to get rid of! ....And a new model would be to much breaking in and training to do! AHAHAh
could apply to me right now.
Since the day I found out I was pregnant, my main worry was not, 'oh geeze, I must eat healthy!'
'will it be healthy?' 'am I going to miscarry'. So yes, those thoughts and many others have come and gone in my head, much like I know they have with other momma' to be and momma who have been.
But my big worry that has kept me awake some nights after googling for info is... Will I ever find a baby car seat that will fit in my 2003 Jeep TJ!
I know, silly!!!
But you got to understand. I've wanted a Jeep since the first time I rod in my uncle Paul Renegade jeep as a kid.
He took us out in the woods, out in some river, up some hills, oh I had fallen in love having the breeze in my hair and getting a bit of splashes of water from the river!
From early on, I dreamt of having my dream car. A Wrangler jeep(Yes, we can call them Wranglers here In Canada now!)
Well, about 4 or 5 years ago, that dream became reality when my brother, who also dreamt of owning a jeep bought his very first TJ! Oh My the Gods I was sooooo jealous! But within six months, his dream collapsed when he and his wife had the sudden news they were expecting AND my brother had just made the big decision to go back to school to become an electrician.
What was his misfortune in loosing the vehicle of his dream became My reality of having mine!HA! Well, I took over his jeep since the poor guy would of lost quite a few grand on trying to resell it after just buying it from the lot.
Jeeps are not the most comfortable rides, but I've seen so much worse! I love how you are higher than most vehicles, I enjoy being compact and it turns on a dime! Better, the top off! OMG, having a Jeep has taken me out of my glow in the dark pale vampiric skin to a freckled semi tanned tone! yes yes, I've traded the child of the night gig for the redneck git'er muddy!
I love it. Love the jeep movement, love the jeep wave, love the look of the vehicle, everything. Oh yes, and It totally makes me score brownie points in the summer when I strip it bare(no roof, no doors) and take my nephews and niece out for a ride!! I swear, I am the coolest thing out there when summer comes! And even winter since I tend to do silly things with them....Shhhh.. Don't tell their parents!
Anyway....SQUIRREL!
....I was saying, I am worrying almost nightly, How am I going to fit a baby car seat in the back of my shoe box jeep!?!? You see, some will tell me, bring your passenger seat all the way to the front and voila! you got room! yeah..And where will I or my tall husband sit? Strap on the hood like a deer who met it's doom on a nice crispy Autumn day? Because, I'm 5'11, and he's 6 feet. We need leg room in our little Gem of a red jeep I call my Morgan.(Long story lol)
I'm sure there is some special baby seat out there made for a compact car, I mean c'mon! Look at all the Europeans and their little toy cars! I doubt they put their babies in a wagon and tie it to the bumper of their cars!!!!
Oh well.....If we don't find something, I guess, I'll have to like dump my husband. Like hell I'm getting rid of my jeep! :P
PS....I'm just kidding! Never getting rid of Jacques! He's to awesome to get rid of! ....And a new model would be to much breaking in and training to do! AHAHAh
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
The boobs, they hurts usss! My precioussesss!!!
Note: There shall be graphic details here. I am warning you!
As a Therapist, having clients who've been pregnant in the past, Family and friends too, You hear all sort of stuff.
ESPECIALLY as a Therapist. I won't go saying the stuff I hear since well, you know, I got a code of Ethic to up hold but I can say this from family and friends.
They would tell me "oh the breasts, they do hurt!"
Most of my life, I've never really had issues with the melon twins when it came to pain and discomfort around the 'Red Army' time of the month.(Yes you've guessed it. Period, menstruations, Red army. HA!)
Anyhoo, never really had it until when I hit 29. Sometimes I'd get the pain, sometimes I didn't.
In the past year, it would happen more often, but, meh, I could ignore it since it would come for a few minutes, last 3-4 days a week before the Whole Army attacked full force.
All good right?
Well, pregnancy boobage pain is like....Well, This is how I can explain it
I wake up in the morning, all is great. Ohkay, so the girls feel a bit heavy, no real change in size, or coloration like some do. Oh kay I lie. The boobs are slightly larger, not in my face O-M-G they are getting big fast just but a 'oh, look, a bit fuller in the hands'. Woo fondle!
Well the big difference for me are...the Nipples.
OH goodness. Most who know me and who've heard me before or gone bra shopping with me know. I will NOT buy anything without padding inside.
Why? Because my nippies, are always outies.
Hot or cold, sunny or dark, Summer or winter, there they are. Gloriously sticking out my bra and shirt saying "HELLO WORLD!! LOOK AT US, WE ARE HERE TO POINT YOUR DIRECTION IN LIFE!" Granted they don't point in the same direction all the time.
Well anyway, I was not the only one to notice that the bitsies are bigger. A big grown up man called husband has also noticed. Not when he sees me naked out of the shower or going to bed. oh nooooo. He notices one day when he's giving me a big hug after coming home from work!!!!
His face jsut changed, looked down and went 'Hurgh....I can feel your nips against my chest. are you wearing a bra?" and I'm all "Hurgh DUH yeah! late afternoon and I'm fully dressed!"
Yeah, another family member thought I was very happy to see him when he gave me a hug and felt the girls saying hi to him too. EMBARRASSING MUCH!?!?!
So, we know the nipple get harder, bigger, Gosh I hope no bigger than they are now or this poor child will choke on it before it gets a drop of milk out of me!
...I swear I must suffer of Attention deficit disorder at times. I was suppose to speak of boob pain and instead I went on a major rant about nipple size. Alright back on track!
So, this is the sort of pain I've felt in the past few weeks.
I put on my bra, put a shirt on and oups there it starts...A slow burn. Starts from the tip of the nipple and just grows in and around the boob. Sometimes I grab them in my bra, press them to my chest, NOTHING I do helps. Not scratching, not pinching, not pressing, Nothing!
Worse is, going outside shoveling snow. Oh when I come in it's like frost bites on the nipplies. Horrible horrible searing burning pain!
I swear, I Really swear, little invisible Imps exist! And they attack pregnant women with their razor sharp flaming teeth!!! That's how it feels! Constant burning gnawing on the precious' ones! That's how i can describe this pain. Just, nasty burning that just won't stop and when it does and you take a breath of relief, it starts again! I am GLAD the IMps found another pregnant woman to harass lately since in the past 4 days I noticed, no gnawing the bits feeling!....Now I fear waht will it feel like once I breast feed. If the kidlets decides to latch on of course. Probably feel like Gollum sucking on his wrrrriiiiigggly fish?
As a Therapist, having clients who've been pregnant in the past, Family and friends too, You hear all sort of stuff.
ESPECIALLY as a Therapist. I won't go saying the stuff I hear since well, you know, I got a code of Ethic to up hold but I can say this from family and friends.
They would tell me "oh the breasts, they do hurt!"
Most of my life, I've never really had issues with the melon twins when it came to pain and discomfort around the 'Red Army' time of the month.(Yes you've guessed it. Period, menstruations, Red army. HA!)
Anyhoo, never really had it until when I hit 29. Sometimes I'd get the pain, sometimes I didn't.
In the past year, it would happen more often, but, meh, I could ignore it since it would come for a few minutes, last 3-4 days a week before the Whole Army attacked full force.
All good right?
Well, pregnancy boobage pain is like....Well, This is how I can explain it
I wake up in the morning, all is great. Ohkay, so the girls feel a bit heavy, no real change in size, or coloration like some do. Oh kay I lie. The boobs are slightly larger, not in my face O-M-G they are getting big fast just but a 'oh, look, a bit fuller in the hands'. Woo fondle!
Well the big difference for me are...the Nipples.
OH goodness. Most who know me and who've heard me before or gone bra shopping with me know. I will NOT buy anything without padding inside.
Why? Because my nippies, are always outies.
Hot or cold, sunny or dark, Summer or winter, there they are. Gloriously sticking out my bra and shirt saying "HELLO WORLD!! LOOK AT US, WE ARE HERE TO POINT YOUR DIRECTION IN LIFE!" Granted they don't point in the same direction all the time.
Well anyway, I was not the only one to notice that the bitsies are bigger. A big grown up man called husband has also noticed. Not when he sees me naked out of the shower or going to bed. oh nooooo. He notices one day when he's giving me a big hug after coming home from work!!!!
His face jsut changed, looked down and went 'Hurgh....I can feel your nips against my chest. are you wearing a bra?" and I'm all "Hurgh DUH yeah! late afternoon and I'm fully dressed!"
Yeah, another family member thought I was very happy to see him when he gave me a hug and felt the girls saying hi to him too. EMBARRASSING MUCH!?!?!
So, we know the nipple get harder, bigger, Gosh I hope no bigger than they are now or this poor child will choke on it before it gets a drop of milk out of me!
...I swear I must suffer of Attention deficit disorder at times. I was suppose to speak of boob pain and instead I went on a major rant about nipple size. Alright back on track!
So, this is the sort of pain I've felt in the past few weeks.
I put on my bra, put a shirt on and oups there it starts...A slow burn. Starts from the tip of the nipple and just grows in and around the boob. Sometimes I grab them in my bra, press them to my chest, NOTHING I do helps. Not scratching, not pinching, not pressing, Nothing!
Worse is, going outside shoveling snow. Oh when I come in it's like frost bites on the nipplies. Horrible horrible searing burning pain!
I swear, I Really swear, little invisible Imps exist! And they attack pregnant women with their razor sharp flaming teeth!!! That's how it feels! Constant burning gnawing on the precious' ones! That's how i can describe this pain. Just, nasty burning that just won't stop and when it does and you take a breath of relief, it starts again! I am GLAD the IMps found another pregnant woman to harass lately since in the past 4 days I noticed, no gnawing the bits feeling!....Now I fear waht will it feel like once I breast feed. If the kidlets decides to latch on of course. Probably feel like Gollum sucking on his wrrrriiiiigggly fish?
Oh look, Two Pink Lines!!!
Hello folks!
So, a quick history here.
December 20th 2012. I'm at the hospital, strapped to a bed in the OR, calm as can be, why? Because my Bloody Gallbladder is finally coming out and it won't cause me issues ever EVER again!
Oh my attacks were not life threatening but they were getting worse and worse, and worse....and..You get the picture. So, they got me a spot and got it out right before the Holidays.
Given I am a massage therapist, well, I took the full month of January off, so I could rest and heal good, so that when I did come back to work, I wouldn't go strain myself, injure and then be off work for longer, or worse, have to go get something fixed in mah bellay.
January was utter chillax time. I crocheted this sweet ass blanket for my husband, I watched More Netflix than I could stand, and Just, took it easy peasy.
February 2013 comes along, I start work.
I noticed That my breasts were really bugging me each morning, and even at night, but figured oh, The 'bitch' is coming in two weeks, it's normal. Thing is, normally, the boobage pain thing lasts 4 or so days a week before the "Red Army' attacks.
Bah, must be the hormones going weird on me because I'm getting older. BAH!
Now, two weeks into working again, i do notice I am out of breath pretty easy. Oh KAY! So I know I'm fat, DUH, doesn't take Einstein to see that one. But I normally don't struggle for air at work and I don't feel dizzy like that. I brush it off, after all, I just spent over a month on my ass, all that worked were my hands and fingers with my crochet hook!
Hmm February 12, 2013. I went out with my sis in law Lyne(love her to death) and just felt offish. Like I was catching a cold but didn't want to get cold medicine. My sister who I spoke earlier that morning kept barking at me "Go get a pee test!"
So I caved in and went to get one at the Super mega Dollarama store. All Canadians Love The Dollar store.lol
I get home, I don't really want to pee on the stick, Don't want to see the negative result to be honest. I've been there before, Didn't want to face that. Yup, you guessed it, we've been wanting kids for a while now, but it never happened. No woman who wants a child likes the discouragement of the "Your NOT pregnant' test.
But, I was feeling pretty shitty, so I sat on that mighty throne, peed in a little cup and beep beep, added a few magical yellow drops on that test. Immediately I saw a the test change, and blinked. Is that, a double line??Hmm no, to faint!
So I leave the washroom, grab my cell to call my sister in law, Since I want her to come over, to come and see herself if She sees what I just saw.
You'd swear I was looking for a fricken Lochness Monster or something.
As the phone is ringing, I go to the washroom to wash my hands, look down and freeze.
The two pink lines are SOLID. Like, fuck Casper the ghost line, these are real solid lines.
My sis in law answers with a hello and I swear the poor woman was greeted by "AAHH!!!!!*SOBSOBSOBSNIFFLEAAHHH PREGNANT?!?!"
So she rushes over from her house that is oh so far away from mine(Not 2 min away), comes in and here I am, sobbing like a baby, Thinking "DAMN you Dollar Store for your Prank pee tests this is NOT a nice prank!"
Of course, she's kind of crying, I'm crying, takes me a good 15min to calm down, but Still under shock. I call my sister, who is ALSO pregnant now, she's at work, and jsut starts screaming in the phone and bawling her eyes out like a baby while on the line with me.
You got to see that I'm the eldest of 3. My sister, has a 3 year old Son and is 7 weeks ahead of me in her pregnancy, and my brother who is the youngest has 2 kids of his own.
I've been with my spouse the longest and we never got pregnant until now. So this is like OH MY **** GOSH This is ammaaaaaazing news!!
Of course I'm just 4 weeks along right. But it's my first, and I know things can go wrong in the first trimester, but I'm so happy that I have to call my folks too now. Granted, I called since my sister was so excited she was threatening to tell them herself right away.lol
So, I called, got them both on the line, and warned them "ready for a 5th grandchild?"
Dad screamed, mom did but said the F bomb in her surprised tone.
Now for hubby...So...Hubby is at work..
Hubby, Who is named Jacques, is a Technician on a WindMil farm. He harvests Wind! shah
No, really, he has an awesome job that he seems to be enjoying and works with some very awesome guys and gal too.
Well, he's at work, far off in the field, where we have No cellular connection. No way to reach him until he goes to the substation or if, I go to work and some one relays a message to him via Radio.
Hmmm radio...*flash idea* My sister in law and myself decide to go to our husband' work office Oh yes, my brother and my husband work together. Awesome all over again.
We get there, tell Super Awesome Tracy the news and what we want to do. Tell him via radio.Well...I can't talk on the air, not allowed so Tracy does it for us.
Long story, poor guy is so under shock form the news, My brother said he spent the next hour with this dumb look on his face and couldn't function right what so ever.
And being that this was done over the work radio ALLLLLL the folks he was working with that day, heard the news so poor Jacques was getting bombarded with congrats LOL And of course, men being men, teased about how his balls finally came threw.
Hello World!
If you turn up on this page , and you're not family, friends and have not a clue what this Blog is about, well, The title does say it all.
FAT-astic & pregnant.
Ha! I made twist with a word and I feel like a genius right now. :P
So hello World, My Name is Jennifer N.
Hang in there, this is my first real blog, so there are going to be some trial and errors going on for sure.!
Let's stay on the subject though. For now at least.
SOOOOoooo
Yup, I'm Fat. Well, if We went with the clinical term they would categorize me in, it would be, Morbidly Obese. What a word, Morbidly.
So, here are the Numbers. I'm 34, standing at 5'11", I weight 365 Pounds & I wear a size 26 and have more Silvery white hair than most 50 year old do.
Some of you will cringe, some might go 'Holy Fudgesicle in the driveway', others will go, okay so get on with it. Well, so what, that's where I'm at, you're not dealing with it, I am, so keep your 'helpful advice' to yourself. **Yes, I do mean insults, or pointing out I'm Fat..ASTIC!**
Anyhoo. So, The joy of it is that, I'm pretty healthy really. So my thyroid is under active by a smidge, always has been and only now have they decided to really put me on Synthroid for it. A big whooping o.o50mg. Woooww big dosage. But beside that? NOthing is wrong. No blood pressure, diabetes, nothing of the sort.*Though I am aware with the years coming by, these things could become reality for me*
I'm not very active, I admit to that. I Think on going to walk every single day but never get my ass pass that door. I hate walking. It bores me. Oh yes, boring is just not a nice word when your trying to find something to motivate you.
So now, the fun part.
I'm 9 1/2 Weeks pregnant with my first baby. I'm Pretty stoked about it and so is my husband. Yes, I have a husband, we've been together since high school and he's the bomb. Oh, I am going off subject again! I swear, I'm worse than a squirrel with ADH---Oh a shinny!
So, when I heard the news that yup, I was having a little minion growing in me, Want it or not, my brain kicked in hard about my health.
"You can't gain weight! OMG You won't be able to get clothing that fit! Gestational Diabetes ALERT!!!MY boobs are going to be Fracken HUGE!!! I HAVE TO EAT RIGHT!! LIKE RIGHT NOW!!!!"
Those are just a few things that go on and on and on in my head, and I bet it does in other Women' head who consider themselves Obese, Fat, fluffy, round, Curvy and are also pregnant.
I figure, I will write the story of how I found out I was pregnant in another post.
For now, I am writing this blog for myself. Updates on how I feel during the pregnancy, how things are going and all. To help my sanity and vent out, and maybe help others with their own trials of being Fat-astic and pregnant too.
Hey, maybe it'll jsut be an entertaining read for others, and make you laugh a bit, great!
Anywhoo
Over and out for now, Because clearly, My attention span went out the window!
FAT-astic & pregnant.
Ha! I made twist with a word and I feel like a genius right now. :P
So hello World, My Name is Jennifer N.
Hang in there, this is my first real blog, so there are going to be some trial and errors going on for sure.!
Let's stay on the subject though. For now at least.
SOOOOoooo
Yup, I'm Fat. Well, if We went with the clinical term they would categorize me in, it would be, Morbidly Obese. What a word, Morbidly.
So, here are the Numbers. I'm 34, standing at 5'11", I weight 365 Pounds & I wear a size 26 and have more Silvery white hair than most 50 year old do.
Some of you will cringe, some might go 'Holy Fudgesicle in the driveway', others will go, okay so get on with it. Well, so what, that's where I'm at, you're not dealing with it, I am, so keep your 'helpful advice' to yourself. **Yes, I do mean insults, or pointing out I'm Fat..ASTIC!**
Anyhoo. So, The joy of it is that, I'm pretty healthy really. So my thyroid is under active by a smidge, always has been and only now have they decided to really put me on Synthroid for it. A big whooping o.o50mg. Woooww big dosage. But beside that? NOthing is wrong. No blood pressure, diabetes, nothing of the sort.*Though I am aware with the years coming by, these things could become reality for me*
I'm not very active, I admit to that. I Think on going to walk every single day but never get my ass pass that door. I hate walking. It bores me. Oh yes, boring is just not a nice word when your trying to find something to motivate you.
So now, the fun part.
I'm 9 1/2 Weeks pregnant with my first baby. I'm Pretty stoked about it and so is my husband. Yes, I have a husband, we've been together since high school and he's the bomb. Oh, I am going off subject again! I swear, I'm worse than a squirrel with ADH---Oh a shinny!
So, when I heard the news that yup, I was having a little minion growing in me, Want it or not, my brain kicked in hard about my health.
"You can't gain weight! OMG You won't be able to get clothing that fit! Gestational Diabetes ALERT!!!MY boobs are going to be Fracken HUGE!!! I HAVE TO EAT RIGHT!! LIKE RIGHT NOW!!!!"
Those are just a few things that go on and on and on in my head, and I bet it does in other Women' head who consider themselves Obese, Fat, fluffy, round, Curvy and are also pregnant.
I figure, I will write the story of how I found out I was pregnant in another post.
For now, I am writing this blog for myself. Updates on how I feel during the pregnancy, how things are going and all. To help my sanity and vent out, and maybe help others with their own trials of being Fat-astic and pregnant too.
Hey, maybe it'll jsut be an entertaining read for others, and make you laugh a bit, great!
Anywhoo
Over and out for now, Because clearly, My attention span went out the window!
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