Why pregnant women are saints: reason 1

Pregnant women are saints because we have a power that those able-bodied people who don't give you their seat on the subway don't know about.

You see, pregnant women are gassy. That's right -- a fart is always right there. (At least it is for me.) And holding gas in doesn't feel good in the belly especially when there is limited room. Gas bubbles hurt. BAD.

I've always been a lady -- only farting in front of people I'm close to -- it's an intimate thing I wouldn't share with strangers. Plus, I'd like to spare the public from smelling my personal scent.

Today, with my protruding belly and oh so swollen ankles, no one got up for me on the train. And there was even a woman right in front of me, my twin bump basically in her face, with her 12-year-old daughter next to her, not getting up. She was once in my shoes and I can't even get her to sympathize? Eff you, lady.

And then it happened. The gas. I had middle eastern food last night, so it wasn't going to be good.

But I held it. I endured the gas bubble. Then the next gas bubble. Then the pain. All with my hand extended to the dirty subway pole as the twins and I swayed from the train's sharp stops.

I spared them all. And for this I am a saint.

7 day headache

I've had a headache for the past 7 days.
It's a dull ache.
It hurts.
I'm cranky.
And nauseous.
Water, once my favorite drink, tastes gross to me.
But I'm drinking it anyway, so don't blame my headache on dehydration.
Ouch.

Uh-oh no sea bands....

I forgot to wear my Sea Bands today. I realized it when I was just about to get on the subway to go to work. I decided not to turn back to get them at home, sitting on the counter in the bathroom...lonely without me.

I've worn my Sea Bands every day all day and night except for when I take a shower for weeks now. I even bought black ones that are much cuter than my pale blues ones.

It's weird, you can still see the indent from the Sea Bands on my wrists even now, seven hours since I last had them on.

I haven't thrown up, not even a dry heave, but I have felt some underlying nausea.

Not sure if it's in my head or what.

As soon as I get home though, I am putting them on.

I hear this happens a lot to pregnant women -- we forget things.

Great.

Case study: who gets up for pregnants on the subway

Pregnants is my new word for all of us with child. Or in my case, with children.

I've heard from many pregnants before me that taking NYC subway system is a bitch for us. It's hard to find someone to give up their seat.

My friend Michelle told me that when her leg was in a full brace, she had very few people get up for her.

And both Michelle and other pregnants have said the people who are the very worst at not relinquishing their seat are white men in suits. Thanks dudes.

Yesterday was a good subway day for me. I had a nurse get up and then a foreign man. I really appreciated it.

This morning though, no one. One man even got up at his stop and I went to sit and some headphone wearing, Starbucks slurping, NY Times reading chick appeared out of nowhere and practically knocked me over for the seat. I was standing one seat away, so she was stealthy. Bitch. She won. And she wasn't pregnant. I checked.

So when the seat next to her became available, I knocked her with my purse. Passive aggressive, I know. But I really only hit her newspaper that was constantly edging into my personal space.

I was also jealous of her Grande Starbucks, which smelled strongly caffeinated.

Pregnancy confusion

Yesterday, instead of calling it a trimester, I called it a semester.

Then today, instead of writing throw up, I wrote through up.

What the heck? I'm losing it.

Strollers for two, pregnancy blues, men and pregnancy, and more!

Over at CafeMom, where I work, there's lots of great articles and feedback from the readers. Here are some highlights from the week:

I'm super sad and cry at everything.

Show off your baby bump in tight tops!

When you have two stroller kids -- twins or siblings -- what's the best carriage to buy?

Is artificial sweetener safe for mamas-to-be?

A baby shower must-do activity.

How men deal with pregnancy. Some are real jerks.

Kendra Wilkinson is due the same day as me

Super adorable Playmate Kendra Wilkinson and fiance Hank Baskett are expecting a baby by Christmas.

She's due the same day as me.

Now I can monitor her weight gain. And also her weight loss and see who gets back into pre-baby shape faster.

Ha. She will win. No doubt.

I feel sad

This is how I feel today. Sniff.

I had this menthol burning feeling in my throat last night when trying to fall asleep.

I have nausea this morning.

I have pimples all over my face, my chest, and back.

My landlord was supposed to tell us if we can move into the bigger downstairs apartment on Monday...and it's Thursday.

It's raining for like the 4th day straight.

No one gets up for me on the subway in the morning despite my obvious belly.

Meep. I am super crank today. Hormones in full swing.

I wonder what kind of music my kids will like

I'm trying not to fall asleep. It's not even 8:30pm, but there is nothing on TV and my hubs is at band practice. I'm flipping through channels and see Dashboard Confessional live in concert on MSG.

Dashboard is tattoo heart on your sleeve, good kid emo rock with the adorable and heavily tattooed, big eyebrowed Chris Carrabba behind it all. I'm a huge fan, though haven't listened to him in a few years. I've seen him in small venues in NYC and it's quite amazing to be at a show where every member in the audience pays attention and sings every word to every song. A great bunch. And yes, I'm a nerd.

Most of Dashboard's fans seem young -- college age. Super young compared to my old ass -- hell, even Carrabba himself (he's 34).

I don't want to tell my kids (when they get old enough) what kind of music to like -- I hope they discover it in the same ways I did, my husband did, maybe they will even play guitar like their daddy, but I do hope they are good kids, like the kind of kids who go to Dashboard concerts today.

PS: I wish they made Sea Bands that looked like Chris' wristbands in this photo.

Why after dinner now?

The latest bouts of nausea come on after dinner. Sure, I am still dry heaving in the morning, but this after dinner crap is the worst. It's like there's vomit waiting to propel, but instead it just sits in my throat. Not really, but that's what it feels like -- like it's right there and in my upper chest waiting to come up.

I don't want to do anything but sit there and do these deep breaths in and out. I can't even drink, which is bad, because I feel like I am getting dehydrated.

Crap!

I'm at 11 weeks. Next up, is heartburn, I hear. Which is awesome since I already have acid reflux.

Still, I love my twins.

Craving of the day: Italian Wedding soup

Today's craving was Italian Wedding soup.
Which is odd since the last time I ate soup, I threw it up. So I just blamed soup and didn't want anything to do with it.

But I am so sick of turkey sandwiches for lunch, I had to branch out.

Note: I removed the little meatballs. They seemed really gross to me. But everything else was great. I think I can eat those tiny little pasta balls for every meal.

I also had a salad with cucumbers since they are supposed to be good for nausea. I had to look up if I could eat feta cheese or not since pre-preggo all my salads had to have feta. Nope. Feta = bad. Sucks.

So far I am feeling fine.

I'm so tired, want pickles, am gaining weight, and more

I can't stop yawning. And when I am not yawning, my eyes are closing. When they close I dream of being on my couch in my PJs instead of in my office at my desk wearing my jeans strung together with a hair tie to accommodate my growing belly.

Check out these articles I've written this week for CafeMom...

How to survive the BBQ when you're knocked up.

Wishpot: Greatest baby registry spot ever?

A breakdown of pickle varieties, though I crave half sours the most.

How fat are you supposed to get when pregnant?

Best pregnant sex position.

Pregnancy can be funny

Oh so true.

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Baby orangutan -- so cute

I could just stare at this photo all day. How adorable is this orangutan drinking out of a baby bottle?

Makes me wish I could have a big farm with a ton of animals living on it.

OK, not really. I'd rather just visit.

Photo from Sun Sentinel