Gian on food cravings

Claudia has always been a girl with a lot of "food craving" above all french fries. So, I was expecting a dramatic increase during her pregnancy. But I should say that she is not behaving that bad. Actually last Sunday night she had this peanut butter ice cream desire and, thank’s god, we live in Rome (full of Americans), so there are some bar with peanut butter ice cream.

I should also say that last week I was trying to find a can of beans in the house. We always put beans in the highest drawer, that means I have either call Claudia or take a chair or jump trying to grap the can (once the can hit my head). So usually I get the chair. So I got the chair and guess what I found hidden behind the cans? A bag of Doritos (editor's note: they weren't Doritos, I wish!)!!!!!!

The following day I was throwing some rubbish into the litter when I found a big tube of Paprika Pringles. Actually (I love this word) it was Wednesday and we (me, Claudia, Marco Sindaco & Enrico) ate a Paprika Pringles tube in the previous Sunday during the derby Lazio–Roma. So I thought it was impossible, we didn’t throw the garbage til Wednesday. So I realize that morning she bought another tube and hate the whole tube. And when I questioned her, guess her answer? "Damn, I forgot to throw it away downstairs." So now I realize she really crave chips, but she hides it from me……

But I should also state that she is in a good shape!!!!

11 week photo shoot

I kinda look the same...but for the sake of consistency, here are my weekly photos:

Today I learned

2 things...

1. That the traditional position women give birth in western countries is not the correct way to give birth, and was invented by MALE doctors (again, just like with the pregnancy test) so that the doctor could sit comfortably at vagina height and wait for the baby to crown. This way the doctor was comfortable and had a perfect view. However, this is neither natural or comfortable for the woman, as it puts pressure on the lower back and takes much more effort. The natural and most effective positions to give birth are either on all fours (but I would not be inclined to be in this position in front of a room full of Italians seeing all of my Netherlands, plus the baby would be born face down...isn't that weird?) or the other natural position is in a pop-a-squat, like you are peeing in an alley or pooping in a rice field position. Now THAT I can get down with.














2. BEING PREGNANT MAKES YOUR GUMS BLEED. At least for me it is. I floss every day, but my gums are swollen and red. It sucks. But I will take this over morning sickness any day.

11 weeks!!!

Just 3 more weeks and I am out of the first trimester!

Reason number 42345453412 why I hate supermodels and celebrity moms

"I think a lot of people get pregnant and decide they can turn into garbage disposals. I was mindful about what I ate, and I gained only 30 pounds." -Giselle

Well gee when you can afford a special chef that can sprinkle delicious magic on grilled chicken breast and boiled spinach without making it the least bit fattening and leaving it to taste like heaven, I imagine it must be pretty easy to "only gain 30 pounds".

Don't you realize you are making the real moms out there suffer? Go back in hiding with Tom Brady like you were when you stole him from his first baby momma. I don't wanna see anymore post baby body pictures of you on the cover of Us, People, OK!, etc.





PS-I don't really hate supermodels, I'm just jealous.

Poop

I took Romolo for a walk yesterday. He pooped, as dogs do, and it was something stinky. He had gotten into our trash last night and ate the left over cabbage. If you have ever had cabbage, then I am sure you are able to form an idea of what I was dealing with.

So, as I was bending over to pick up the poop, with a plastic bag, I started dry heaving right there. Like full out gagging, flexing and flaring all the muscles in my back and stomach but nothing came out (luckily) because I had just taken my thyroid medication, which needs to be taken on an empty stomach, thank god!

I couldn't pick it up (back to the poop). I had to put the plastic bag on top of it and walk away (by the way, I ALWAYS pick it up no matter how much I want to vomit but I pulled the pregnancy card today because my senses are on overload and the closest trashcan was so far away that I would have to walk by the bar below my house, which just couldn't happen because I was carrying a bag of lethal dog poop and they know me, I buy my milk from them).

My point is that I hate poop. I mean, I HATE POOP. More than the ordinary person. And as I tossed in bed last night, I just kept wondering "how in the world am I ever going to be able to change my baby's diaper." I honestly don't think that this motherly instinct will EVER kick in, and I'm not really sure I want it to kick in, either. I am pretty content with my dislike for poop.

Is this normal? I mean I know the answer to that...no it's not.

10 weeks=30 weeks left!

I am so happy these days and am really looking forward to seeing our baby again at the 12 week sonogram! 2 more weeks! Gianfrancesco's mom is an obstetrcian/midwife and she wants me to come down for some tests at the 12 week mark. So, I am flying down to Bari by myself. It will be sad and difficult to not have Gian by my side, but he has to work, so looks like it's just me and the southern Italians! It should provide for some interesting blogging. After this appointment, I will resume seeing my doctor in Rome for all the remaining prenatal care and the birth.

Lately, most people keep telling me they think I am having a girl. Italians think they can tell just by looking at you. I will be happy with a healthy boy or girl, but I just know inside of me that this tiny baby inside of me is a girl...