I'm trying to get fat. I maybe should have tried a little sooner, because I can only eat so much high fat and high carb foods before I feel bloated and feel awkward in my own clothes. Cramming is probably wreaking havoc on my digestive system. So, I'm carbo-loading tonight, because starting tomorrow I'm going off gluten. Then Wednesday I'm cutting back on dairy and trying to get variety with fruits and veggies.
I definitely feel ready, as I ignorantly type my impending doom due to upcoming HG. But for right now, I'm confident in my decision to put myself through the torture. It's not about me, it's about the baby. I've waited three years to do this all over again.
I'm currently taking:
Milk Thistle
Magnesium
B6
Multi-vitamins (gummy bears)
I'm not working. I'm done-so with all things Mystique, all things Mastercraft, all things DSDS, although it kills me to say. I took the plunge in honor of my wishes to begin this journey with as little stress as possible. My room is dark, clean, organized, and has a TV/DVD player + Netflix instant streaming. My bathroom is white, crisp, clean, and nothing like it was before. My basement is currently being remade into a TV/playroom haven to escape the heat this summer. My kitchen is organized and stocked with essentials, rid from any stinky items. My living room is arranged and airy and low-maintenance. My son's room is clean and his clothes are organized and put away. Our finances are organized and we are caught up on most of our debts. Taylor is set with a semester of school, working full-time, and occasional weekend work. I am a devoted wife and stay at home mom. I have the forms ready to fill out for MEDICAID, so as soon as I'm pregnant, hopefully we will qualify for it.
I anticipate getting nauseous immediately. I anticipate getting prescribed Zofran, possibly Prevacid, possibly Remeron, and it's likely I'll get IV's frequently.
For those first few weeks of feeling gross, I won't be listening to music, introducing any new smells, or eating any strong foods as to avoid those nasty aversions that turn stuff I love into stuff I can't handle. It's cold so I will step outside, open windows, and do whatever it takes to help clear my head. I'll keep a bag or bowl near me at all times so I don't feel obliged to run to a toilet every time I feel the urge to purge. If I'm feeling terrrrrible, and if nothing is working, I can either call my mom, or take my son around the corner to daycare, where he loves to hang out anyway.
My window of fertility is this week. So, fingers crossed our efforts work out this time.
