Every once in a while, Jeremy makes some comment about my blog that makes it clear that he thinks it's a "girly blog." He claims that no men ever comment (not entirely true - he's commented a few times himself, hasn't he?) and that I write about "girl stuff."
Well, apparently the women of Belgium are getting the same kinds of "complaints" from their compatriots. But the difference between me and them is that they are mad as heck and they're not going to take it anymore! So today they started Wijven Week, which means something like "Girly Week." All this week, the Belgian ladies will be blogging a different girly topic each day. And in a show of solidarity with my Belgian sisters, who I have never really given a thought to until today, so will I. And Jeremy can see what a girly blog really looks like.
Today's topic: mijn wijflijf (my body)
It's been interesting to be pregnant with Sasha 2.0 and compare the experience with Sasha 1.0. The only real similarity that I can think of is that, once again, I will be moving a couple of times (though this time, not internationally).
With Sasha 1.0, I was craving all kinds of only-in-America foods that were unprocurable in Syria, and doing weird things like going to Lebanon to buy tortilla chips. Eventually, I trained myself to crave fattoush and baba ghanouj instead. I felt really connected to the pregnancy and had a sonogram at every doctor visit. I was excited to start "showing" and was ecstatic the first time a complete stranger noticed I was pregnant and congratulated me. I didn't go out and exercise specifically for that purpose, but living in Damascus and walking everywhere to do everything probably made up for that, more or less.
Also, as I've mentioned before, I gained a massive amount of weight during that pregnancy (and subsequently lost it all, just so you know).
I was curious if gaining all that weight was just the way my body was, or if coming back to the land of Tillamook ice cream sometime during my eighth month had something to do with it (and Mom, I know you think you have the answer to that question, so you can just keep it to yourself).
With Sasha 2.0, I fell in love with tortilla chips again, and it was nice to be able to walk to Fry's and buy a gigantic bag for the same price I paid for a tiny package in Beirut (not that it wasn't worth it, believe you me!). Until we found out it was a girl, I confess I did not feel very connected with this pregnancy. The fact that we're only "allowed" one, maybe two sonograms during the whole 40 weeks might have something to do with that. And I didn't bother telling anyone I was pregnant until beyond the point where that complete stranger in Syria asked me how far along I was. Exercise is more of a conscious goal this time around, and I'm still running or biking six days a week.
And you know what? I have gained less weight so far. But you know what else? I am "showing" just as much as the first time around. I guess I have to give up the dream of being one of those cute pregnant women. Instead, I'm the one who, at six months along, looks about ready to deliver. I also get to experience the lovely, self-esteem-boosting feeling of no longer fitting into maternity clothes for those last several weeks.
Sigh. Maybe that moving-during-late-pregnancy trend will be my friend this time. I'll get to leave Tucson at about 7 months along, at the stage where all my friends will be wondering if I could possibly get any bigger. And I will get bigger, but they won't be around to see it, and then I'll come back to Tucson having had the baby and they'll be none the wiser.
There, Jeremy. Was that girly enough for you?
Ladies, join in!!!!! It will be totally fun!!!!!!!