Things they don’t tell you about labor

Well, it’s been two weeks and I’ve managed to keep Banana alive. This is a big win for us. (I kid, I kid).

I survived the first week mostly by myself. We came home late Saturday night and Sunday/Monday night, Phil was still on night shift (so he was basically useless), and then Tuesday-Saturday he left for Florida and Washington. I did it though. With the help of my mother in law, a few friends here and there, I finally got the swing of things. I also became incredibly overwhelmed with all of the help, to the point that I had to say stop. 100% honest advice is to just dive right in there. Don’t get help from people until week three. Establish routines. The hustle and bustle of people makes you feel like you need to be “on” and causes you to be even more tired. Tell people thanks for the help, but I’ll see you in a month. The baby will still be a baby in a month.

Anyway–on to the point of this post.

There were things about labor I knew (it hurt), and things about labor that I didn’t know. I’m sure I read about it, but it wasn’t until I actually experienced it that it made sense.

1). When your water breaks you don’t have to go in right away. I’m so grateful I asked how soon I had to go in. The sooner you go in, the higher the chances that you won’t progress naturally. If your water breaks and you don’t have contractions, hang out for a while. I told my story to my girlfriend who delivered at an inferior hospital in Richmond, and she was told to come right in, hooked up to pitocin right away, and was confined to her bed her entire delivery. And this was just two years ago. Also, don’t get antsy like we did. Take a nap. Relax. It will happen in due time. If we had taken a nap we might not have been so exhausted.

2) When they check to see how far you have progressed, it hurts. A LOT. This is a great time to practice your breathing and relaxing techniques. Because they will come in handy for when the real “trouble” begins. It’s not like a regular pap smear exam. This is like a whole hand in their jabbing around, I actually don’t even know what’s going on in there. A finger puppet show?

3) Moan with your contractions. I don’t even know how I knew how to do this, but good golly. Think of going into a man’s voice and repeating “low” like “looooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwww”, over and over and over again. I don’t think I ever did any lamaze breathing. The moaning was more helpful.

4). Labor on the toilet. I know. Weird. But when you are sitting on the toilet, your body relaxes more and the contractions aren’t as painful (hahahahha). But seriously, they aren’t. I guess it’s just a natural thing to relax when you’re on the toilet. Whatever it is, it works. At one point I was just begging to go sit on the toilet.

5) You will try to bite your partner’s hand off. Don’t do it.

6) You will want to give up. You will curse the world. You will wish you weren’t pregnant.

7) More painful than birthing the child, is birthing the placenta. The doctors or midwives will push down very hard on your stomach. They call this a “massage”, I called this the death of me. I ended up having to do more moaning and breathing just to get through this part. It doesn’t last very long, but you feel like there is no end in sight. I had no idea about this. Silly old me just thought the placenta kinda..fell right out. Nope. It is forced out.

8) They really need to provide women who birth children with those silver blankets that marathon runners get. Within 20 minutes of delivery you will be shaking all over. Convulsing. Uncontrollably. Motrin doesn’t help. You just shake. And there is no solution. Except to keep shaking.

9) You might need a catheter to go to the bathroom the first time. It doesn’t hurt. It’s just weird seeing all that pee inside of you in a bucket/bag.

10) The next day you will be sore. Like physically uncontrollably sore. Not just your lady bits, but your whole body. For me it was my arms. I couldn’t lift them up at all. I had to have Phil brush my hair because I psychically could not.

Anyway, those are the highlights. Be prepared.


Dress Rehearsal

On Sunday, I turned 36 weeks. I also experienced what it might be like if I go into labor. Maybe this kid is like me–good to be prepared? Better safe than sorry? Anyway-the point is I spent the night in the hospital Sunday night, because I apparently had nothing else better to do.

Here’s how it went down: I started having contractions. I attributed them to Braxton Hicks and thought:
“Maybe I need to drink more water,” and nope, they weren’t going away.
“Okay, maybe I need to change positions”. Nope. Not changing. Pretty consistent every seven minutes.

Phil is getting ready for work (night shift, yes!) I tell him that I think I might be having contractions. We call the doc and he says “If they continue to last for another hour or so, increase in pain, or water breaks I need you to come in.” Phil leaves for work. I decide that if I have to go into the hospital, I should wash my hair. (I hadn’t washed it since Thursday. I’m trying to wean myself off of shampoo so that my hair gets use to it. Three days is about my max). Then like an idiot, I’m standing in the shower going–“Well how the hell am I supposed to know if my water breaks if I’M IN THE SHOWER?!”

I continue to go about my business, and the contractions continue to go about theirs. I’m not ready to go to the hospital, and I am not ready for this baby to come, I MEAN THE CAR SEAT ISN’T EVEN INSTALLED. So I avoid it for as long as possible until I get a contraction that was like a feeling of  Joey Lawrence a la Blossom “Whoa.” So packed my bags (thankfully they were mostly packed) put the dogs up, but the spare key in the spare key spot and drove to the hospital. In the 10 minute drive, I did try to call all my best friends who have had babies to have them talk me off the ledge, but it is 9 pm at night and of course no one is picking up their phone.

Still not convinced that this is anything, I park my car on the street with a $700 + camera inside. So for all you ladies that go into fake labor: Remember to actually bring your bags inside. Poor Phil had to run out like five times.

I check in, I get monitored up, and my contractions aren’t even registering on the monitor. So I’m kind of like, okay than what is going on? My gal pals are texting me and I’m trying to give updates but I’m all “I DONT KNOW WHY I’M IN PAIN AND WHY COMPUTERS ARE TELLING ME I’M NOT.”

(For those who wonder, the contractions felt like period cramps that came in waves. Sometimes they were painful, but I could still talk and breath through them, but they were 100% uncomfortable and I just kept telling myself they will pass, they will pass, they will pass).

Doctor comes to evaluate me, and I’m 3 centimeters dilated, 70% effaced, and the baby is at -2. Naturally, I shot straight up and said “Am I having a baby today?!” She said maybe, and that she would check me in two hours.

And that was the longest two hours of my life. Because I couldn’t move, I was uncomfortable, I tried to read (because all the blogs said bring a book–and HAVE THESE PEOPLE EVER GIVEN BIRTH BEFORE? I read the first three sentences 50 times before throwing the book back into my bag, because that was definitely not happening). I kept telling Phil we weren’t ready, he kept saying–do you think you will be ready in four weeks? I said “can we go back to 2009 when I didn’t want kids?” he said “Too late now”.

Doctor comes back, still 3 centimeters dilated, baby is at -2, but now I’m 100% effaced and the contractions are 4 minutes apart, and we are 80% sure we are having a baby tonight. Also-Phil gets called into surgery to do a hip replacement. PERFECT TIMING WORLD.

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I do the only thing I know how to do. I cry. Hysterically. I call all the parents, I continue to cry. I am texting my girlfriends. I text my friend Heather and ask if she can come in and just sit with me because I need someone who won’t tell me it will be okay, but will be like yeah this sucks (’s fine). I’ve got the doula on stand by, I’ve got painful IV’s in my arm, I have no make up on (but clean hair). And this was not my plan. The Epidural doctor comes in and goes through the concerns and I’m 99% sure I just kept nodding and saying this isn’t happening, but okay Doc–you keep telling me what’s up.

Heather comes, Phil comes, we sit in the room..Things are good. Still having contractions. Still freaking out. Still in a Hospital.

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This is why you want makeup. and a Hairbrush.

And then it’s time to sleep (but ha! because no, that doesn’t happen). There are lights everywhere, things beeping, even when you turn off the overhead lights and shut the blinds, the monitors are still on. They have given me 2 (maybe 3) saline drips, so I have to go to the bathroom just about every five minutes. And I’m hungry, but I didn’t bring snacks to the hospital BECAUSE I WASN’T HAVING A BABY.

Well, at about 4 am when I woke up for the 800th time. I looked at Phil and said “We aren’t having this baby.” My contractions had just about stopped. I was hungry, I wanted my bed. My dogs. And I wanted to not be there. So I somehow fell asleep for another hour and a half. The doctor came in and checked me, I hadn’t changed. And what do you know, I WASN’T HAVING THAT BABY.

Thank God.

So now, I have 4 weeks left. I’m 3 centimeters dilated, and I’m 100% effaced. Neat.

However, the dress rehearsal taught me the following:

  • Bring an eye mask
  • Bring your own pillow
  • Pack snacks
  • Bring ear phones
  • Bring socks (This was something I didn’t have because socks are weird to me, and that hospital is freezing)
  • Maybe put some makeup on? You’re waiting around for a while. Maybe you want to send some selfies to friends.
  • Forget the books-bring something trivial. A magazine, an Ipad, something that requires zero concentration
  • Download the Sleep Pillow app. That’s the only thing that got me to sleep was the sound of a fan, coming from my phone.
  • Practice breathing exercises now, those helped tremendously when I would start to have freak outs. Thank God I started yoga early.
  • Leave detailed instructions to people who are watching your dogs. Like, please make sure bathroom door is closed or else you have this on your hands:
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Things I can’t say enough about: The nurses were fantastic. The Doctor’s were fantastic. The hospital room (minus the terrible pillows) was actually decent.

At the end of the day, Phil and I long distance high fived, went to sleep, installed the car seat, and lit a ton of candles that this baby would bake for 4 more weeks. Here’s hoping!

Peanut Allergies

I’ve convinced myself that if I eat enough peanuts during pregnancy my child will become immune to peanuts. Not sure if you know this, but peanut allergy is a scary–scary–scary thing! Over the past few years I’ve become very conscience of what is actually in our food and….

it’s disgusting.

Packaged and processed food really grosses me out. The capitalism of the food industry really bothers me. How can we make food cheaper? Oh. Chemicals. And fake things. And gross things. And –just note to self, never shop the aisles of the grocery store. Just shop the perimeters. And the organic aisle–(even that can be tricky). I went to a conference a few months ago and it was so eye opening. Why should food with four ingredients (most of which you can pronounce) cost more than the food with 27 ingredients (of which two you can pronounce, one probably being water)?  Then, the peanut allergy hit home when I watched this TedTalk (it’s long and it’s worth it). A startling  majority of things in our food, are actually banned in other (smarter) countries.

Anyway back to peanuts.

Early in my pregnancy, I read about a girl who had a peanut allergy and died–EVEN THOUGH SHE HAD HER EPI PEN! What a nightmare!

And then I realized peanuts are in everything that tastes good. Also, peanuts are in virtually everything. Hence, why you can’t bring homemade goods to kids classrooms anymore and there are peanut free zoned schools. Peanuts are deadly (to some) and we have to be more careful.

Did you know these facts about peanut allergies?

  • More than 3 million people in the US are allergic.
  • Rates of peanut allergies in children have tripled between 1997 and 2008 (Journal of Allergy and Clinical Immunology)
  • You can find peanuts anywhere: cereals, salad dressings, sauces, soup mixes, and cake icing to name a few. Here’s a list of more.

So as a non allergic, peanut butter loving, baby carrying mama–I have a small (teeny, tiny) fear that I’ll have a kid that has a peanut allergy. On the one hand, peanut allergies tend to run in families. So plus one for us (because we don’t have any). Also, while breastfeeding I can still eat peanuts.

The March of Dimes reports that in 2008 there was a 10-fold greater risk of a peanut allergy in children who did not eat peanuts in infancy or early childhood.

So what’s a pregnant lady to do? Well–I  found no information on the internet that I feel comfortable quoting that is in favor of eating peanuts during pregnancy. I mean, I found reports, but the studies were from the Daily Mail or WebMD, and if there’s anything Dr. Husband has taught me–it’s those are unreliable sources.

So I figure, if I continue to eat peanuts/peanut butter it will be introduced to my kids immune system sooner–and he/she won’t be allergic.

Makes sense right?

I encourage everyone to take a look and really learn what you are eating. It’s a really gross world out there.



I’m sure every working mom struggles with this: Do I go back to work, or do I become a stay at home mom?

To be honest, as much as a stay at home mom job sounds “great”, I don’t think it’s for me (granted this baby hasn’t been born yet, so I actually don’t know–come April I may be singing a different tune). For us, in our current situation, I have to go back to work. Even with setting a budget and making the minimum payments on credit cards, car loans, etc, we would be in the poorest of the poor houses if I quit my job and stayed at home. For probably the ONLY time in my life, I am the bread winner in the family.

So then what are our options? There’s daycare (like an actual daycare or an at home daycare), a private nanny,  and Nanny Shares. Or if you are really lucky, there’s grandparents. There are pros and cons to each.

1. Daycare Center: These are GREAT once the baby is no longer just a blob. Once the baby is interacting daycare centers are awesome for learning sign language skills, reading, interacting, and having a small teacher to child ratio. I visited one last month and really fell in love. The staff was so courteous and helpful, they knew all the kids in the center, not just the ones from their class. The children in each group were so diverse, and WELL BEHAVED. I mean, it truly was an amazing experience. Except for the price tag, $1200 a month. For an infant. Who will just sit there, and spit up. The daycare center I looked at, in my opinion, was top notch, but compared to the other “Top Daycare” centers, it was priced on the low end. For example, the day care center for MCV, is a little under $700–every two weeks. So. For a blob, this just isn’t the best option for us.

2) A Private Nanny. This is someone who stays with your child in your home while you are away. This is their full time job, to watch your child. On one hand it’s constant personal attention. You obviously have to trust this person, and I mean, if we had the money, I’d honestly look into it. But, I did basic math and even paying a nanny $10 for 40 hours a week is $400, so we are back up to $1200. And a) that’s too little for someone’s full time job, and b) that’s too much for childcare (for our budgets right now).

3) Nanny Sharing: This is where you and someone else share a nanny. It’s a little cheaper, and again, its a little more one on one time with your baby. You can swap homes, you can do whatever. Honestly, I didn’t look to much into this because even though we have 4 friends due right around the same time as us, I’m impatient and wanted to get this finalized. So. It could be ideal. If this interest you here are some links to learn more about nanny co-sharing:

What did we settle on? We settled on an in home day-care, which is sort of a mix between a daycare center and a nanny share. As I mentioned in a previous post, the woman we chose came highly recommended from my co-worker. Because of that, she was basically a shoe in. When Baby Wheeze is born, there will only 3 other kids there. They will be around the age of one, so he/she will be the youngest, but that’s okay. It’ll be able to get use to other kids, and maybe pick up things quicker because of older kids? Maybe? Wishful thinking? Anyway, the woman -Mary–is fantastic. I mean, she’s just a darling. And she fits well within our budget (not really, but she is 3/4 the cost of the $1200 daycare I was looking at, and she’s less than a mile from my work, so she fits).

Anyway–the main reason I wanted to write this post was because, how do you know what you are looking for besides what’s the cost, and what are pick up and drop off times–when you’ve never had a kid and never had to interview a Nanny? There are a thousand lists out there, but when you are like me, and you kind of have already made up your mind, here’s a good list of questions to ask the future nanny/daycare/sitter of your child:

1) How long have you been in business?
2) How many children do you enroll at one time?
3) Do you have space for my child?
4) Do I pay when my child is ill or we’re on vacation? (this is important especially for Nanny’s or in home sitters–our payment to them is their income)
5) How and when do you bill us?
6) What supplies do I need to bring for my child?
7) Do you encourage visits from parents? (i.e. can I come at lunch to breastfeed?)
8) Do you take children on walks through the neighborhood?
9) Will you follow the schedule I have set in place for my child?
10) What is your sick-child policy?

Obviously, there are more questions that can (and should!) be asked: I found most of these from this list.

Either way, it is a difficult decision to make, and definitely not one that should be made lightly. I honestly feel so grateful to have found our Nanny through a recommendation because my biggest fear was turning to Craigslist (which, would just be creepy I think).

How did you make your daycare decision? What did you ultimately choose?

A DIY that is so easy, I can’t believe it took me this long.

So last summer, my parents moved from San Diego back to the East Coast. My parents were completely generous and redid our entire bathroom.

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It went from “eww,  this is so gross get me out of here” to “oh, la, la, so chic and modern!”.  It was a breath of fresh air. Now, if I loved it so much, why am I writing a blog about it a year later?

In the process of tiling the bathroom, my dad and I managed to drip/splash/not take our time, and get grout all over the bathtub. We tried to clean it up, but at that point, we were kind of over the project, and I never take baths, so it was kind of–NBD. So what if there’s grout on our bathtub? Let me state, I am not complaining at all about the bathroom, because it was A LOT of blood, sweat, curse words, all from my dad because Phil and I had to work. So I’m not complaining–but, just stating, we had grout drippings and I was too lazy to clean it up.

In the following months every time I cleaned the bathtub, I moaned and groaned, complained about the grout, and did nothing about it (shocker, I complained about something). Until last night, when I had such bad Braxton Hicks that I took a bath. And then I immediately got out of the bath because it was disgusting. So my plan was to get this grout off of the porcelain tub, ASAP–but HOW?!

The internet was no help. For some reason every Google search directed me to wire sponges/razor blades/everything terrible for a porcelain tub. Then, I turned to my co-worker. He suggested a wooden stick and water. I figured this was free, let’s try it first—and Holy Moses was he right!

All you need to clean year old (if not older) grout from your tub is a wooden stick, a cup of water, and a rag. I did not take a picture of the tub before because it was disgusting, nor did I take one of it after, but I did take a picture of spots that I scrubbed.

Supplies (I had a sponge, just in case, but never used it)

Wet the stick/Wet the grout (sometimes I poured water onto the spots that were a bit “grittier” than others)


Year old grout.

Put light pressure on the stick and scrape away


and Voila! The grout comes off!


Two more spots:


Depending on how much you have will determine how long it takes, it was all over our tub so it took me about 45 minutes.

Cost: FREE! I used a paint stick from Home Depot.

Hope this helps others who have a similar problem.

Things not to say to Pregnant Women

First, let’s clarify,  I’ve 100% said these things to other women. But I sure wish someone had written a blog, or a magazine article, or heck just said it out loud–because whether these questions are coming from complete strangers, or friends, it’s annoying. There is more to pregnant women than what’s growing in their uterus. Most of us have jobs, most of us have other stresses, most of us did watch the latest episode of The Vampire Diaries. Some of us are interested in knowing who is playing Christian Grey now that the other dude is out. And some of us, are actually concerned with the government shutdown. Sure, I have moments through out the day that I talk about the baby..but when we talked before I was pregnant,  you didn’t always talk about the baby.

So here is my list **these are also statements other pregnant woman have mentioned as bothersome, so they are not all directly things that have been said to me. mostly 1 and 2 pertain to me .***

1) How are you feeling?–This could just pertain to me because I don’t have anything to say. I don’t belong to the women who hate pregnancy club, because pregnancy has been really easy. So all I can say is “Great! Thanks for asking.” Which, I feel like leaves people wanting more “Any morning sickness? indigestion? something?..anything? come on, every woman complains”..and then there’s me. No. I’m good. I just complain because my clothes don’t fit and we don’t have any money. But those aren’t things I actually want to discuss with you. Unless I bring it up.

2) Are you excited?–Listen. The only acceptable answer here is yes. And if I say yes, then what’s the rest of the conversation. If you asked me if I was excited that college basketball was only a few weeks away, then I’d say yes. The questions is really the worst coming from strangers. I don’t know you, and I’m not going to beam you a smile and say “Oh yes, what a blessing!’

Basically, this question is really a way to hide what you are trying to ask which is:

3) Did you plan it?–Regardless if someone planned it or not, DON’T ASK. They may have been planning it for a long time and it took 3 years (those people are probably very interested in answering questions 1 and 2), but they don’t want to talk to you about their possible fertility problems. Or, complete opposite,  what if it was a mistake? That just makes everyone uncomfortable. And lastly, maybe it was like us..basically planned, basically happened as it should, so we don’t have anything to really talk about. Yes. We decided to try. Yes it worked.

4) Are you sure you’re not expecting twins?-Just, no. Don’t. Stop. Do I need to explain this one?

5) Not a question, but a statement: You don’t look that big!–What is THAT BIG? In who’s mind? I know I’m still skinny as a rail with a belly, but you know who feels like she looks THAT BIG–me. The fact that none of my pants fit me, I feel that big. And I don’t want to talk about it.

Questions that are acceptable to ask:

6) When are you due?–It’s a basic question and leaves room for other conversational pieces. (Just in time for March Madness!)

7) Do you know what you’re having?–I’ve seen this varied. Some people really hate it, other people don’t mind. I don’t really care. I just say we will find out in February!

Questions that I’m on the fence about:

8) Do you plan to breastfeed?–Actually, no. Move this up to questions you don’t ask. People are allowed to do whatever they want. If they want to know the benefits they can find them. This is my worst, 6 years ago, not being a mom, if you told me you weren’t going to breastfeed–I soapboxed the shit out of you. But now, upon reading..and maturing..basically, everyone’s entitled to their own thing. People in France don’t breastfeed. Yes it’s good. Yes I’m going to do it. But don’t judge someone else.

9) Have you started decorating?-I haven’t. So I don’t have anything to talk about. I would judge this by the person. I have some pregnant friends who LOVE decorating. I’m sure they are looking at samples as we speak. I wish I could get into decorating. I can get into painting. and Vacuuming. But not decorating.

10) Have you found childcare?-Again on the fence. I haven’t. Because it’s so expensive. Because I don’t know where to look. Actually, I think this is fine. It could add fuel to get me started.

Also–let’s face it. I’m so particular, I think the reason I don’t like people asking these questions is because I don’t actually feel like they are listening to me after they ask the question. They are either waiting for me to finish because they have already formulated their next thought, or they heard one part of what I’ve said and want to focus on that and only that (looking at you husband). Or all the questions they ask have expected outcomes. Personally, I think it’s okay not to be bursting at the seams every five minutes over the baby. It will get here when it gets here. And everything will fall into place.

For now, let me watch Vampire Diaries.

Updated: See, I’m not alone!! My friend Heather, who’s husband is in residency felt the same pains as I did. Read here and here.

Second Trimester-Who Knews?

So all I’ve read in every single book is “Second trimester is the best three months of pregnancy!” “You’ll love it!” “It’s amazing!” “Wish pregnancy lasted like this forever.”

Sure. It’s been great. I’ve been ridiculously lucky on having an easy pregnancy. I mean, two weeks ago in prenatal yoga I felt like the biggest bitch because everyone was all “complain about this, complain about that, swelling, carpel tunnel, mood swings”.. etc. Then it got to me and I kinda of shrugged and said “meh. It’s been pretty easy, I can’t complain, pregnancy has been sunshine and rainbows.” I’m pretty sure daggers were thrown my way. Sorry ?

And it TRULY has been easy. But for those of you who aren’t pregnant, have never been pregnant, are in the first trimester of pregnancy, here some things that I didn’t know about, that have reared their ugly head. Just a little heads up in case you are naive like me about sunshine and rainbows.

1. Backache: This seems kind of like, duh, but you don’t really know HOW bad the pain can be. From August until-September I couldn’t even sleep a little bit. I’d wake up with the worst pain. Like I had lifted weights all day long. It was awful. I’m sure it will come back in a few weeks once the BB is bigger, but during the first period when my body was shifting and things were moving: I was hurting.

Sidenote: Sleep goes away to. Goodbye solid nights. Goodbye restful sleep. Just Goodbye. and Hello Insomnia!

2. Gums: Flossing. Ugh. Who even does this for real? I mean I do it regularly and by regularly , I mean like two weeks before I go to the dentist and two weeks after. And my gums bleed. But now. Good golly! You’d think I was a vampire. It’s the most disgusting thing when I brush my teeth. You can thank your body for that increased blood flow when it happens to you.

3. My boobs are glorious. That is all.

4. Congestion. Everyday from  2-5 in my office I sneeze and sniffle like its allergy season (which it is, but not for me).

5. LOL. You know what’s funny, they were all, “You won’t have to pee as much”. Lies. I’m back to going to the bathroom 2 times a night, PLUS having to go right when I wake up. Thanks mother nature.

6. Varicose Veins: Hey sexy lady. That is not what someone says when they see my legs. I’m told they will disappear. I hope they are right.

7. My personal favorite and it happens at exactly 20 weeks. Round ligament pain.
Round Ligament

That little tiny ligament that stretches across half the stomach. That’s the pain I’ve been feeling while running. It’s totally normal and totally painful. Last night in researching I found this exercise, that really does help and these facts.

It’s really annoying and you just have to be patient and it goes away. But no one warned me about it. In fact yesterday, it was so painful that I had to run to my coworker and ask am I dying? So clearly, I’m going to need all of the drugs during labor.

8. And to end this who knew on a positive note, you really can feel the baby moving. For the longest time I could feel the quickening which was that roller coaster type thing. But now I get what people say when they say it feels like popcorn popping. It’s reassuring now because I think to myself, “Oh! I’m actually pregnant! There’s a BBWZL in there”.

Those are the symptoms I’ve had. I know other ladies have had some different ones too. So basically, what I’ve learned, is you are not free from misery at all during pregnancy. What were symptoms you had?


**disclaimer, misery is relative. I honestly could not be having an easier pregnancy and I’m very thankful and grateful for that.**