Lately I’ve been a real sneeze factory. Maybe it’s because we’ve been painting the downstairs. Gary’s been doing most of the painting (thanks honey), and I don’t seem to smell it so I didn’t think it was a problem. The itchy rash problem comes and goes too, but that’s nothing new. I hate it, but I take Benadryl when things get a little too allegerific (totally made up word, don’t look it up), because it would be really bad if things got so bad that there’s no where to go but to strong cortisone based medications. That’s just not an option and dangerous for the fetus. Yeah, I just read on a website somewhere that at 8 weeks I can now call the little nuggin a fetus instead of an embryo. Okie dokie. Fetus. I like “little nuggin” better.
So while all of you athletes are getting lean and mean and fit for your 2008 A Races, I’m getting heavier and bigger boobed. Lately, I’ve managed to keep the worst of the nausea at bay by eating frequently. I tend to feel overfed much of the time, but to me, that’s preferable to feeling pukey and puny. Workouts are far less fun when I’m pukey and puny. I also get really cold easily when I feel that way. Pukey and puny is a wildly unenjoyable sensation.
Speaking of working out, I went on the Tuesday lunch ride with the fellas again today. Still riding well and feel plenty comfortable on the bike. I haven’t mentioned that I’m pregnant yet to the guys. I don’t want them feeling awkward about me riding with them. That and after I did a little attack towards the end of the ride that caused some splitting of the group, I figured that would just be salt in the wounds to bring that up. Ummm yeah, sorry dudes. Oh, and by the way, I’m 8 weeks pregnant. Yeah, I don’t think the timing was good for that news.