Rebel Base

Bob has been pretty adorable about this whole Baby thing. He calls the baby "Little Rebel" and refers to me as "The Rebel Base". I have asked him not to call me Hoth. His Star wars geek is showing.

He washes my fruits and veggies (because he knows i'm lazy) and will get "The Baby" pretty much anything I want to eat even though I'm really not having pregnancy symptoms of any kind. What I want to eat is fruit, veggies, and seafood (which most cooked seafood- especially the salmon and shrimp i love to eat- is totally ok and even recommended) My nipples are sensitive and some days I sleep a lot. I think I'll survive.

 We had a party and while I tried 3 x .5 oz tasters of beer with miracle fruit, I mainly drank things that looked like alcohol, but weren't. (ginger ale and lime in a copper cup, tonic with lime on the rocks).

We've reviewed the food I can't have so all of that stuff is off my menu now. No alcohol (duh), unpasteurized cheeses or deli meat (LAME!!!), or raw animal anything (oh boohoo. I didn't eat raw anything to begin with). The hair, skin, and nails vitamins I was already taking are pretty essentially prenatal vitamins so there's that. One more box checked.

My GYN retired on me! Ugh! This is stressing me out. I am not quite 6 weeks yet, so I have time, but trying to find an OBGYN has not been fun. I've decided to stick with my old practice, but they have weird office hours so I have to call for their office hours and see if they coincide with my work schedule. I feel pretty strongly that I don't want to go to Hershey med so i'm not.