Opps!

I totally forgot to weigh in yesterday. Geesh you get off the scale for a few weeks and it all goes down the drain, doesn't it? I did hop on the scale this morning though. The last time I weighed in, the day I got my big fat positive pregnancy test, November 15, 2007, a day forever etched in my mind as one of the best most exhilarating days of my life, I was 105.3 kilos or 231.66 pounds. So in the last few weeks my weight has gone up to 106.6 kilos or 234.52, a gain of a little under 3 pounds.

I'm still bloated, especially my cankles, but I put the blame where it really belongs... vacation eating. Three pounds is more than manageable to get back off but really I ought not to put on anymore and in fact can safely continue to lose.

Lets get serious for one minute. I'll be 7 weeks pregnant tomorrow and as of week 6 the baby starts sharing what I'm eating. This means I have to be on my bestest behavior. As I'm not having any pregnancy symptoms at all (besides sore breasts but that's easy to forget if you're not constantly feeling yourself up, which I've been trying to stop doing) sometimes it's easy to forget this. I do want to make a better effort to remember that our little pumpkin seed needs a balanced day chalk full of nutrients. Cup-o-soup and a cheese toastie isn't exactly chalk full of anything but sodium and fat (well calcium as well I guess).

On a less serious note I have been having some wickedly weird dreams, which I've read is normal throughout your pregnancy. This is not to say I didn't have wacky dreams to begin with but these ones are extremely vivid and more than a tad bit disturbing. I'm contemplating starting another blog just to log my pregnancy dreams. One of the most recent ones I had while in Brugge included me thinking I was going to miscarry only to find Marco had a special flashlight that could see into my belly. When he shined the light on my stomach I could see our little girl (she was a girl in the dream, we don't know if we're having a girl) in there sitting on a little three legged stool in a cotton sundress drawing on a board. Everything was kind of a peach color and her face wasn't defined or anything. She did have little wispy chicken hair on the top and sides of her head. When she spotted the light Marco was shining at her she turned her little head to us (actually it was kind of a big alien type of head), smiled and waved real big, as if to tell me she was okay. Then I woke up. Yeah... what did I smoke before bed?

So okay. This week I am concentrating on really excellent nutrition, getting in some exercise that doesn't raise my heart rate too high (I have a problem with this as my heart rate goes into the 160/170 range rather easily) and laying off the hallucinogens before bedtime.

I hope you all have a great and healthy week!