Another First
Sunday, March 30th, 2008Today I had the afternoon off. It was a welcomed break from my month long stint of working, no days off. Seriously? I haven’t had a day off in a MONTH. Including weekends. I just found out that I have to work this weekend as well. Se la vi. My cleaning lady was here today. Have I mentioned lately what a GOD SEND that woman is? I love her. Working for a month straight, half of it out of town and being pregnant makes one very unwilling to do house work. I can’t tell you how grateful I am to have someone to help me and TJ around the house. Anyway, I got a manicure and pedicure at the salon on Post, as a treat to me. I do it about every two weeks and it’s pretty cheap. About $7.00 for a manicure. Not bad. When I took the top of my uniform off, it’s like a blouse, you could see my Bella Band holding my pants up. I got some weird looks from a couple of other women in uniform in the salon. It’s kind of a no-no to wear non-military items with your uniform. One of the manicurist that I know (I know pretty much all of them after going there for about two years) noticed the women and loudly said, “Oh! Myllissa! When is your baby due again? You are starting to show more!” I told her in October, which she already knew, and then I told her that we were expecting a boy. Her and a couple other manicurist stopped what they were doing and hugged me and told me congrats. The two women who gave me the evil eye a minute ago looked pretty sheepish after that. TJ had to work this afternoon, so I took a cab home. I went to a bakery down the street and got some lunch, then I went to a wine/flower shop and bought a gorgeous bouquet of flowers for myself and a bottle of wine for a friend who is moving to Japan. While I was admiring the flowers at the shop, a Korean woman came up to me with the biggest smile and loudly, in Korean, exclaimed, “Oh my gosh! Look at you! You’re pregnant! How precious!” Or something like that. I said thanks and that my Korean was very bad and she said sorry and congrats and backed off. I’ve never had someone notice like that before, who didn’t know me prior to being pregnant. Today was really my first day where consistently, people are remarking on my new bump. It’s neat. Up until this point, I’ve felt, well, fat. Really fat. Even last night, TJ and I were in bed watching tv and I noticed out of the corner of my eye him glance at me and double take. He then leaned in a little and grinned ear to ear. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen him look at me that way before. I asked him what was up, and he smiled bigger. He said that I looked cute. My face was getting rounder. I asked him if it was getting rounder because I was getting fatter or what. He said, no, it was different. It was that pregnancy round that many women’s faces take on. It was flattering. I have only gained back about four of the ten pounds I’ve lost during my first trimester. My tummy is much more pronounced as are my breasts. The acne on my face is starting to calm down, finally. The vomiting has returned but so has my appetite and the nausea part only comes right before I throw up. Thank God. I’m also sleeping better through the night. All in all, I think I’m making it over the torturous hump of the first trimester and am easing into my second. On Friday the 13th I will be 13 weeks pregnant. Kind of weird, isn’t it? Even though I have to work on Saturday late in the afternoon, I’m still going to try and squeeze in my 3D ultrasound at 1:00. I’m really excited to do it and I am a little frustrated that I may have to reschedule it for another weekend. Cross your fingers that I can fit it into my work schedule.