What a week.
Because life is alllllways like this, the day after I found out I was pregnant, I got a phone interview for a job that would be an amazing move for my career (plus, it would get me out of the 1 hour+ drive to work I do every day) I did really well over the phone, so now they are calling me in for a final in-person interview where I meet everyone in the department in a couple of weeks. Of course, now my mind is reeling. What the fuck do I do if I get the job? Assuming everything goes all right with this pregnancy, what am I supposed to say? “Hey guys! Thanks for hiring me! Oh, by the way, I’m 3 months pregnant and I’ll be taking off for maternity leave in about 6 months. Love you!!!” I am forcing myself not to think about this considering I have many hurdles on many fronts left to cross. I honestly have no clue what the protocol would be for announcing a pregnancy to a new job, but I would absolutely need to make sure I was on their health plan first.
As for this, um, pregnancy (still can’t quite believe I’m writing *that word*…) I am experiencing some pretty common symptoms–or what I think are common symptoms? My nipples feel like they’ve been gnawed on by a teething cheetah. I woke up last night to pee, and the stabbing pains I felt shooting through them was certainly not pleasant, but I’m grateful for every last symptom I have right now as I’m convincing myself it’s evidence there’s something still brewing. So. Nipples. Some women are blessed with cute perky nipples regardless if they’re cold or not, but mine have always been pretty small and flat. I had a boyfriend once who surprised me with nipple clamps (umm…thanks?) and we couldn’t even use them because they wouldn’t clamp on. I’m proud to say that I now have 24/7 Jennifer Aniston nips.
My boobs in general have gained at least a cup size, and I don’t fit into my bras right now. Hubs is not complaining about this symptom at all, by the way. My ute symptoms are not as strong in the morning, but by the afternoon, I feel a strong pressure/fullness there, and get a continual low level cramp. It’s a hard feeling to describe, but it’s definitely there. I have been peeing a lot, and every time I go, I have a reflexive habit now of saying “please be clean” in my head before I wipe and looking at the toilet paper afterwards for any sign of spotting. Ever so slightly slightly psycho, but I’m doing what I can to get through the fragile first tri.
Lastly, I know this is totally freakishly paranoid of me, but I’ve been afraid to have an orgasm. What if I spasm the baby out or something? Feel free to call bullshit on my nonsense and tell me it’s time to get down and dirty.