The Unexpected

Let us make pregnancy an occasion when we appreciate our female bodies.
— Merete Leonhardt-Lupa

So I have a blogging problem. When I get an idea for a post, it’s like I can’t post anything else until that post is written and published. Sometimes that’s ok. But the post I’m currently working on is massive – I’m trying to figure out if it’s better as a series of posts – and is taking a long time to write because the subject matter is a bit sensitive. So I haven’t posted anything else in the meantime because, as I said, I have a blogging problem

Screw that.

Pregnancy is weird, you guys. It’s not just that your body changes and you’re tired all the time and you can’t tie your shoes anymore (but seriously, 20 weeks is all I get before I can’t bend at the waist?). For me, it’s also completely changing how I look at my body.

Obviously, I started out heavy. I thought I would worry about gaining too much weight – as big as I was pre-pregnancy, I shouldn’t gain more than 10-15 pounds – but what’s actually happened is (a) I basically eat whatever I want, (b) the things I want generally do not include sweets (for real, I’ve had ice cream in my freezer for a week and eaten exactly 1 level scoop), and (c) I’m down three pounds from my pre-pregnancy weight.

That’s not bragging – in fact, I worry about it, though my doctor says as long as I’m keeping food down and not trying to lose weight, I’m good – it’s disbelief. The weight loss isn’t from morning sickness, either. Although I’ve had nausea and food aversions (mostly to sweets and meat), thankfully I haven’t had to deal with vomiting. The weight loss has come from not eating sweets like it’s my job the way I did before and from not stuffing myself. It’s as if pregnancy flipped the switch in my brain that allows me to eat like a normal person. I’ve left more food on plates in the last 20 weeks than I probably have in the last 20 years. I can’t overeat; it’s like there simply isn’t room. I really hope this sticks around post-pregnancy.

The other thing is, I do not worry about how I look. I mean, I care about looking presentable, but I don’t feel bad about what I see in the mirror before I leave the house anymore. My belly is rounder but probably still not obviously pregnant to most people, and still I don’t worry about wearing a shirt that’s too clingy around my midsection the way I used to. (And I’d like to sing the praises of maternity pants for just a second – so freaking comfortable.) It’s amazing how much easier it is to get dressed in the morning when I’m not worried about whether what I’m wearing makes me look fat (not sure why I wasted so much time on this before since, you know, it’s kind of indisputable that I am, in fact, fat). It’s really, really freeing.

Our anatomy scan is next Friday, finally! I know it’s for the purpose of measuring the baby’s organs and brain and bones and looking for any abnormalities, but I really hope baby gives up the goods on whether it’s a boy or a girl. David and I agreed to wait to discuss names until we know the sex, because we figure that eliminates half the conversation, plus, I’m just so curious! In the end, though, as long as baby’s healthy, we’ll be thrilled.

Hopefully it won’t be five weeks before I post again. No promises, though!


Blog Note

I am fooling around with categories trying to make things more accurate.  When I change categories (or anything else, including typos) on posts that went up before February 2012 (when I bought my domain name), they repost in readers as new posts.  My apologies, but a talk with WP last year confirmed there’s nothing I can do about it.  Just take it as an opportunity to revisit some old posts!

You Made It!

There are two types of people: Those who come into a room and say, “Well, here I am!” and those who come in and say, “Ah, there you are!”
— Frederick L. Collins

Welcome to my new home at WordPress! What do you think? I’m still working out a few things and playing around with the options, so chances are things will change again before the next time you come back.

I would love to hear suggestions or comments on the new look and layout. Is it better/easier than my Blogger page or did you like that one better? I can’t decide.


My life’s an open book
and it starts on chapter nine

— Harry Connick, Jr., Reason to Believe

Ok, so . . . blogging. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, and just yesterday my friend Karen and I decided that we would each start a blog. We decided we’d give ourselves the weekend to come up with catchy blog names and, maybe, pen names. As in most things, I tend to be an overachiever, so I came up with my blog name this afternoon – although it might actually be more of a sign of boredom at work than anything else. I decided against a pen name, and instead will reserve all my fake-name-making-up skills for the people I talk about, which is how most of the people whose blogs I read (see side bar) do it. Might as well copy the best, you know.

As for the name of my blog, well, it took me a while (by which I mean I agonized over it for a couple hours). I know the blog name is pretty important, and I wanted to be sure to choose a good one. I even googled “how to choose a blog name.” Really, I did. None of you who know me will be surprised by that. Anyway, Hear Me in the Harmony means a couple different things to me. It happens to be my favorite Harry Connick, Jr., song, and also I fancy myself a bit of a singer. But more than that, I thought it was a good name because it sort of symbolizes adding my voice to the larger chorus of bloggers out here on the internets. I’m happy to finally be among them, and I hope you enjoy visiting with me.

My blog, like many others that I read, will just generally be about my life and what’s happening in the world. I don’t promise a laugh a minute or clever turns of phrase or serious discussion about world politics. Don’t get me wrong, there might be some of that, sometimes, but I don’t want to set the bar too high, you know. It’s just me. I’m glad you’re here, and I hope you’ll come back.