Mexican Domestic Goddess

Twitter Diary: The Pregnancy Chronicles

Jacqui Skemp2 Comments
Last Saturday morning I baked cinnamon rolls and a birthday cake and got Iggy down for a morning nap all before 8am because sometimes the stars align and things just go right for about an hour. I sat and had my coffee and took a little stroll down memory lane à la Twitter because it was still too cold to take a real stroll. And let's be honest, I wouldn't take a stroll that early even if it was warmer outside. My handy-dandy weather app said it was -2 outside, with windchill factor of "feels like death". 

Come take a walk with me. 










I was newly pregnant here and the complete and utter sleepies were settling in.









This became my go to meal for the next few months. It would replace my breakfast lunch and dinner meals. Also, my 3am meals.









I literally had to buy a larger lunch box to accommodate the quantity of food I was carrying around. And that didn't include the food I kept in my locker at work.










Food = Costco, obvi.









This was when the insomnia really started to take it's toll on me. I'm pretty sure this was after my 3am bowl of cereal.




Ohmygosh guys, this was so sad. I had packed two slices of pizza and intended on enjoying them on the plane. I contemplated having the car turned around to get said pizza, but decided against it. It was a tough decision.









This was fun.









I thirsted for Strongbow hard cider. 









YUP.










Four months into the pregnancy and I was still enjoying my nightly rendezvous with cereal.










Forever, and ever, Amen.








You don't even understand. It was FEBRUARY and I was sleeping in my car. 









The most exciting part of my day. Pretty sure I went with a Beach Club from Jimmy John's.









I could have tweeted this yesterday.









Same as above.


I was trying to introduce more protein into my diet. Fail.








Not pregnant and still forever hungry.





That was a sad day. But I'm surprised I made it that far pulling off non-preggo pants.


I'm sure I waited for Ian to get home and put them away. 


Correcto.


Seriously, I was not expecting that.


It seemed like such a good idea at the time.


Oh my goodness, this. This is my favorite. I had a serious craving for chocolate chip cookies. Not just any chocolate chip cookies, but the cheapo Chips Ahoy kind. You know, the original crunchy kind. It was almost 10pm and I sent Ian out to the sketchy supermarket a block away to get me a package of Mint Milanos and Chips Ahoy cookies. Well, he brought back the Milanos but he picked up the chewy Chips Ahoy. I instantly declared my hatred for these vile chewy cookies and began sobbing. I busted out the ugly cry and it would not stop. Two days later, for Mother's day, a package of the real Chips Ahoy cookies sat next to a bouquet of flowers. Imagine that! He still loved me after that crazy bomb.


Mmm… this should have been my first clue. It went on an impromptu trip to California for the weekend. On my flight over I ballooned up. It was bad, real bad. It was so bad that I wasn't able to get the compression socks back on for my return flight. Two weeks later, Iggy made his appearance earth side.



I am not sorry.