In case you haven’t seen my announcement on Twitter or Facebook, I’m pregnant. I went to see my doctor last Friday, and she confirmed it. (Hero Material went with me just in case I needed some moral support and translation help, but he didn’t have to do anything except wait outside since my doctor spoke good English.)
EDD is June 25-ish.
So on Friday, I immediately ordered a copy of What to Expect When You’re Expecting.
On Saturday, I looked for pre-natal vitamins. Guess what? I couldn’t find any at the local pharmacy. So I decided to order via the net. Then I read about how a lack of folic acid can create birth defects. So I told Hero Material that our baby is going to born wrong because I didn’t take pre-natal vitamins in the last 4-5 weeks. Stress much? He had to calm me down by saying how we probably get enough from our diet since we do eat an awful lot of vegetables and salad every day. That wasn’t enough for me. So I spent $20 on a regular multivitamin (only 100 pills; yes, vitamins here cost their weight in gold) to tide me over until the pre-natal vitamins arrive from the States.
Anyway on Sunday I got my copy of What to Expect When You’re Expecting. It was pretty cool until it said I should exercise every day because it’s good for the mom. I’m thinking, “I really don’t care that much to exercise EVERY DAY.” Then it went on to state that it makes for a smart baby. Then I’m thinking, “OMG, d*** you!”
They had me. I mean…how am I going to resist the “If you don’t exercise, your baby may not born as smart as s/he could’ve been, and it’s all your fault!” implied in the text?
So I’m on my 4th day of walking and light weight training. Holy cow, I’ve never exercised this regularly except when I’m trying to lose weight. It’s weird to realize that the scale weight is going to go up even with the exercise and good nutrition. Of course, I am eating enough for two full-grown rhinoceroses at the moment. Hero Material made me a huge salad for lunch today, and I told him, “Man, that was good! I’m going to have to have that again!” He said “Sure”…not realizing that I meant “again” to be “right now.”
P.S. I’m not a saint, so I indulge in a cookie when I’m craving something sweet. It’s not an American-size one though. Each yields two bites, max. I’m also limiting myself to no more than two cookies a day.