Why have I no will power when confronted by anything of the pastry persuasion? Why when I see a cake or doughnut, a sweet roll or muffin, a pie or anything with a flaky crust can I not control myself? What is this power it holds over me? Why don't I crave grapes. That's what I have in my lunch bag: nice, healthy, sensible grapes. And yogurt. Noooooo. I need me an apple turnover. Warmed. With cinnamon.
I get it from Mom, you know. Her Achilles Heel is candy. Mine? - just about any bakery item you can imagine provided it doesn't have meat in it.
On the baby-front, (knock on wood) all goes well. The worry is a constant companion. I can find something to worry about with even the best news. I've come to accept it if not enjoy it. It appears that's largely what pregnancy after IF is all about. Silly me, I thought the worrying would lessen. How naive. But if that's part of the territory, so be it.
Anyway, our Down Syndrome screening results came back: normal. Our chances of a healthy baby are no worse than anyone else's. Good to know. And the need for progesterone supplementation has stopped. My level on Monday (at 14 weeks, 5 days) was 30. I don't think it sounds particularly high, but it's increasing. It must be high enough for the experts as long as it's heading in the right direction.
The myriad of twinges, aches, cramps, and bloats are a unique experience. I never expected it. I'm sure I must have heard about it from the posts of other pregnant women before, but I never took note of it. It's surprising how much you feel.
And that makes me wonder, how could you not know you're pregnant? Those women who go to the hospital one day with debilitating abdominal pain and suddenly find they've been pregnant for nine months, how could you possibly not know? Or suspect. Or something. It beggars the imagination. I know it's possible, but my goodness.
5 comments:
Blame it on the baby. He/she wants the pastry and you are only being a good mother by indulging him/her. That'd be my story.
Glad everything is going so well!
If only that could explain my severe pastry weakness since I started eating solid food. Perhaps the little beggar has amazing super powers as yet unheard of by the peoples of this world. He or she has the power to impact my eating habits a lifetime before he/she was born. Simply incredible.
I am told that babies (and small children ex utero) need substantial amounts of good old-fashioned animal fat to promote healthy brain development. For the most part, their diets include plenty, but every now and again they'll be short, and then you get toddlers eating sticks of butter while no one was looking for about four seconds. Why would you deny your unborn child his or her healthy brain development? I think you need an apple turnover, stat.
I too suffer from intense bakery affection (IBA). It's a lifelong illness, as I've discovered, but it does intensify during pregnancy. What can one do but succomb to our affections? Cookie and cake lovers, unite!
Soooo glad to hear you're doing well :)
I enjoyed my visit to your lovely blog! Congratulations on your pregnancy! I am forty three and been married for almost three years now. We have been TTC ever since we were married in June 2007 without success. Two years ago I was diagnosed with endometriosis stage four.
I will keep you, your husband, and baby in my prayers! By the way, what's the genetic equivalent to proxeed? I'd love to hear! Thank you!
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May God Bless you.
Maria
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