24 weeks, 1 day – Bébé is Size of an Eggplant – and some notes on maternity leave…

So, our dog has an eggplant stuffed toy.  I know, it’s weird.  But it came from his monthly subscription to BarkBox, and he loves it.  By the way, if you have a puppy, definitely try out BarkBox – even if only for one month!  Your pup gets his/ or her own box, depending on their size, and the toys and treats usually have a theme.  So cute.  If you order a plan before January 31, use the promo code OMEGASAMIGOS for 10% off your BarkBox AND a $10 credit to The BarkBox Shop (you can buy the things your pup gets in the box if they really love it!).

So now, all I can picture is our dog carrying around our baby in his mouth, like he does his eggplant toy.  Nice, right?

This past week has been a good one.  No sickness!  YEAH!   Hoping I didn’t just jinx it.  That is usually what happens.

What I’ve gathered from friends and blogs, is that women are susceptible to becoming very emotional while pregnant.  Hormones are crazy, and the outcome seems to be disastrous for everyone involved.    Mostly what I hear, though, is that these women are mostly triggered by something that then makes them cry.  Whether it be a commercial, a song, or a smell.  And then they just start randomly crying.    It is pretty much the opposite for me, and I’m worried it is probably not normal.  I get angry at EVERYTHING now.  I hate EVERYONE (not really, but people really test my patience these days).  We were watching How I Met Your Mother the other day, and I just couldn’t believe the hatred that I had suddenly formed for Ted and Robin.  Hate hate hate.  My husband thinks I’m a loon for sure.  I get annoyed by pretty much anything.  It’s like PMS times 100.  No tears, though.

Italian ice seems to help though.  I had a really rough day dealing with your everyday family drama (thank god I married into a normal family), and I thought I was going to explode when I got home.  Instead of erupting on Mike, he suggested that I stop for some Italian ice on my way home.  It’s my new craving/ addiction.  So I did.  Not only did I get banana Italian ice (AMAZING – it tastes like banana runts!), but I also got a salted chocolate pretzel ice cream, a chocolate coconut cupcake, and my staple – nachos and extra jalapenos.   So I just eat my emotions now when I’m feeling angry now.  But look out if there isn’t any good food around.  That’s healthy, right?

Random Symptoms:   My belly itches like I have chicken pox.  I know it is because my skin is stretching, so I have invested in sweet almond oil, per a few recommendations.  It’s supposed to be good for preventing stretch marks.  I am all about that, so I am on board.

Fat Things:  I know – so many girls take super cute photos every week to show progress with a cute little chalkboard to note all of the fun things about pregnancy.  I always forget, and when I do remember, I usually look like crap.  But at least I’m not being fake!  I’m not going to dress up to take a photo and pretend like pregnancy is the best thing since sliced bread.  So this is what you get 🙂   Take it or leave it   🙂

24 weeks

Cute Things:   We were going through our DVR recordings and I noticed that Frozen was recorded and looked at Mike, because I certainly had not taped it (the song makes me want to pull out my hair).  Mike said, “I taped it for our daughter”….that was the one time I almost cried, but I laughed instead because of the way he said it.  Super cute.  He’s thinking about our daughter already.  Love love love.   Oh yes, WE ARE HAVING A GIRL!   🙂   I think I have told pretty much all the family, so I can gush about her on here now.  Totally knew it was a girl the whole time.  Glad I was right!

Maternity Leave:  I love that we have certain freedoms in the United States that other countries do not benefit from.  But I fucking hate how maternity leave is viewed and dealt with by employers and even men in general.  So many other countries offer months of paid maternity leave, to both mother AND father.  Here, not so much.   You would think for government entities, that the maternity leave would be one of the better plans and that SOMETHING would be paid for.  NOPE.  I’m allowed to take the full 12 weeks per FMLA standards, but if I want to get paid for it, I will have to use my vacation time, sick time, and comp time until it runs out.  For any days after that, I would be getting paid nothing.   I’m not going to keep ranting about it, I am just going to leave you with what an official told me during my pre-maternity leave meeting:

“Don’t worry, everyone loves you here.  You do a great job.  You’re not going anywhere.”

I told my husband this, and he thought it was a nice compliment.  Of course he would.

Does anyone else see how that could be viewed as borderline questionable?  He’s basically saying, “Don’t worry, we aren’t going to get rid of you just because you decided to start a family.”   What the fuck?

I am not the one who needs reassurance.  He should need reassurance that I even plan to come back to this circus after my twelve weeks.

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