If you read my last few posts (yeah it's been a while, but we changed over to a new blogging system so please excuse our absence) you might remember that I revealed I am happily sperminated.
Well, all is going nicely...
I'm in the second trimester which is known as the good period -after the nausea and before the freakish bloating- but that doesn't mean their aren't days that I don't feel like crap.
Pregnancy should be a license to pig out on ice cream and lay around all day, but it's not really. I'm still out and about (see this week's Nightranger in the paper for my latest adventures) and doing my thing for as long as I can.
As for the ol' eating for two theory, you actually only need 300 extra calories a day. Hell, that's a granola bar. Nearly every pregnancy book I've read stresses the importance of what I should be eating. If I down Doritos and sugary drinks, my kid is doing the same… and recent research suggests that babies actually develop a liking for certain foods based on what their mama eats while pregnant.
So I'm eating more fruits and veggies than ever, but other than my diet (and of course banishment of alcohol and an attempt to increase my sleep hours) I'm still the same person I've always been... just bigger. I think I might be the exception though. A friend I'll call Layla has like completely changed her way of life.
She went from wild rock chick to health-obsessed earth mother in just a couple of months. This gal is giving birth at home in her tub with a midwife (no drugs!) and now she only eats organic food, is gonna use cloth diapers and plans to breast feed til the kid goes to kindergarten!
It's admirable, really, but I just don't see myself doing the same. Taking some yoga classes and drinking regular soda instead of diet is as close to my inner hippie as I'm gonna get. Personally there is no way I would pop out my offspring anywhere but a hospital, just in case something goes wrong. As for the drugs, well what do you think I'm gonna do? No pain no gain does not apply here. I am no martyr, but more power to the women who are!
Still, I'm open to learning about things I can do differently. Things that might protect my baby and help the world that she's soon to be living in. A couple of weeks ago I attended an organic beauty spa day where press and celebs could sample organic products and services.
I got an all natural facial from a company called Zia Eco-Conscious Beauty (my skin glowed afterward), ate ultra-healthy grub including these dense yet-not-so-bad-tasting Think Green energy bars that contained "3000 mg of greens" (180 calories and like half a day's serving of fruits and vegatables!) and learned about alternative cleaning products for the home.
I plan to try out this company called Green Clean, which detoxes your home. I'm skeptical that they can really do the job as good as my cleaning lady's (probably lethal) bleach concoctions, but I'm willing to try it especially if it means not exposing my kid to all the stinky chemicals that make me sneeze when I'm near them. I will post the results in a future blog.