Food Stress

OK so you know that when I get stressed out, I don't want to eat, Right? Well, at the moment stress is here, and eating is gone. I absolutely cannot decide what to eat, and even when something is put in front of me, I sometimes can't eat it. Last night when Peter suggested a TV dinner, I nearly had a panic attack -- My heart started beating really fast, and I got that feeling in my stomach like I want to throw up. It's gotten to the point where I've skipped so many meals this week that I'm kind of light headed and headachey most of the time, and that doesn't help things.

I kind of feel like if somebody else took care of all my eating decisions for about a week, I might be able to get beck to normal, but as it is, every meal makes me more stressed and crazy. I tried asking Peter, but all he could come up with was pot pies -- eeck.

My First Pregnant Picture

Here's my first pregnancy profile. I'm 7 weeks along, so it's pretty much normal. Waist size 31" Weight 169 lbs. Unfortunately, when making the small image to post in the blog, I saved over the original one. I'll have to be more careful next time.

Symptoms I'm noticing at the moment:

Acne is still really bad.

I've had some spotting the last few days. I'm kind of worried about it.

I love the Bean, too

It's hard to tell sometimes what Peter thinks about me being pregnant. He's pleased -- that's for sure -- but sometimes I feel like it's a "Oh, that's nice" kind of pleased rather than a "Hooray!!! We're having a baby!!!" kind of pleased.

The other day, I was reading about week 6 of pregnancy, and saw that it says "Right now she's about the size of a small lentil bean." That night while we were watching TV, I told Peter that it was amazing how much energy it takes to make something the size of a bean (I have to take a nap or two most days). He sort of smiled, and went on reading his email. Later though, he said, "I love you" in that random way he does, then added, "And I love the Bean, too."

Sometimes he can be so romantic without even trying.

New symptom: Acne! Ugh! I had always been told that getting pregnant might finally deal with my acne problem once and for all. I had no idea that it could make it worse! Oh well, chalk up one more to the hormones. On the plus size, they say that acne indicates that the baby's a girl... so that would be nice.