Sunday, May 31, 2009

Marinating le spawn - first 3 months

So Axel and I have some big news for those who haven't heard from us directly. We are expecting our F1 as they say in the bio circles. We figured this out on Groundhog Day, ironic since I kind of felt like this was a repeat of everything we went through last summer. Axel's dad and stepmom had just left us and instead of going back up from saying goodbye, I thought I would go and get a test to see if my instincts that I wasn't pregnant were correct. I was wrong.




I am exactly 22 weeks and 4 days, according to the pregnancy cycle wheels, which means I have 120 days left of marinating our little pickle, who we fondly call Pickles.

The reason behind this name stems from my out-of-nowhere first ever craving: pickles. We were in Adelboden, Switzerland, in February for some kick ass skiing in the alps. I had just finished and was wandering around with some friends when we realized we were in chocolate country, so we hit the local grocery store. When I walked in, there was a display of pickles, and without hesitation, I grabbed one, opened it and started eating. In my normal state, I remove all pickles from my plate, because I detest them. But here I was, in the middle of the mountains, eating this like it were my lifeline. I "shared" the jar (gave away 5) but in an hour, the entire jar was gone. When we got home, it was all about this condiment. Pickles with cheese, pickles with toast, pickles smothered in jam, pickles with fresh-squeezed lemon juice (undiluted)...it was sick. And then I tried pickles with my cereal and threw up, and that was the end of pickles. I couldn't even look at a jar without gagging. That phase lasted two weeks, and in that time, poor Ax got panicky and bought not 1 but TWO big jars of pickles.



The first three months involved some intense miserableness too. Not only was I sleeping every 2 hours, for two hours, and when I was awake I was barely awake, but I was nauseous but hardly vomiting (as my friend Terri, who just had her baby describes this feeling, it's like being car-sick 24 hours a day). The most miserable part of these months involved itching like I've never itched before. On my legs and arms (not my palms and feet, which will come to play when I explain). And my skin became impermeable to any lotions. NOTHING would work. We went through a total of 11 bottles of lotions of all brands/kinds and some would make me itch more, while others would just make me hot and force me into the shower, which would make me itch more because there was something about the calcium in the water that was just intolerable. The body shop had the closest thing to being absorbent (buriti body butter) and it was less itchy than the others. It wasn't until I spoke to Axel's sister, Anne, when I found the ultimate solution. Anne mentioned that she was also itchy in the first trimester and the only thing that helped her was Aveeno products. That got my radar going since I have a friend Melissa who works for J&J and could get those products for cheap and who I was meeting in NYC a month later. You can't get Aveeno products in Europe except for the UK, and although I was desperate enough, I don't think it would have been so cost-efficient to head over to london to get lotion. The day I arrived in NYC, Mel gave me this 24h dry skin relief with menthol, and it has changed my life. The itching stopped immediately as did the non-absorption. That stuff is incredible. Paggy brought 9 tubes plus 3 tubes of anti-itch lotion for me a couple of weeks ago when she arrived in Provence, and Catherine brought me 6 tubes of it from Vancouver. I am positive this should last me until Oct 1 (when Pickles is due).

I started reading about the itching and what could possibly cause it. In 2nd and 3rd trimesters, itching is caused by two reasons: obstetric or intrahepatic cholestasis or PUPPPs (Pruritic Urticarial Papules and Plaques of Pregnancy). But because I was in my first trimester, there were no papers on these conditions for my timeframe. I attribute this to the fact that most women don't often see the doctor from week 7 until week 12 (many doctors won't even see you until you are in week 12) so there's no real data for the first trimester maladies. This started happening to me in week 8 and I saw my doctor then, told her about it, and she sent me for liver tests. Apparently with both itching maladies, a probable cause is the elevated hormones that your body has not gotten used to getting rid of. This causes an overload of hormones in your liver which then can't cope. The hormones apparently cause the itchiness, although this I'm still not really sure is a sound conclusion. What was interesting for me is that I was craving really acidy things like pickles and lemons. Liver detox kits you find in healthfood stores rely on acids to work, and it has been suggested to intake lemon juice and other acids during detox, so it was interesting me how my body was doing this by itself, causing me to crave the most acidy foods I know.

All this to say, my liver tests came back normal (which is actually normal in these cases...they have shown that it takes a while for your liver tests to show something wrong because your liver is working overtime to keep the balance), and I didn't have the traditional itchy palms and feet for obstetric cholestasis nor the itchy torso for PUPPPs. So I'm not really sure what the itch was all about. All I can conclude is that Aveeno is my lifesaver and I curse J&J for not making it available in France or in Germany.

Here is a picture from May 21...which would be around 21 weeks. Yes, this is cheating since this was supposed to be the first three months only, but it is appropriate.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Crazy few weeks..

Ok so it has been a while since my last poste..maybe it has something to do with that I've been feeling like a headless chicken lately with my head cut off but my legs running around aimlessly.  
To start with we finished saving the earth from space in our final report and presentation two weeks ago.  This involved a series of sleepless nights before hand of editing and writing random missing paragraphs in the middle of the night.  On the day of our great presentation, I was nervous; our presentation team was still not really sure what the project was about until the night before...yikes! Then I notice that one of the panelist is from Nigeria, the very country that we were using as a case study for our porject..f*&^!  Nevertheless they managed our presentation team did a really nice job telling the story of what we set out to do.  Phew! done.  

Rani and I then set off on our road trip - 9 hours of driving through the french country side to spend a couple of days of r and r in the south of France.  We decided that it might make the most sense for Pickles to come out here, since we really don't have a home at the moment.  I'm really starting to wonder if we should just buy a bus and raise our kids on the road.  Yes we're like scientists on tour!  you should see our groupies.   So more running around, between checking out maternities and getting all the stuff done around the house, and three days later we drive back to Straz.  Clean the apartment, meet our new tennant for the month, and then off to Cologne Germany.  Not sure if Rani mentionned this before, but we somehow managed to get a room in a fancy apartment downtown living with a familly (mom and daughter) through Sven our great German in Vancouver.  Anyway this arrangement is working perfectly for us as we didn't have the hassle of setting up a new apartment, and more importantly of leaving it.  Now we just have to sort out this German language.  When people here my name they can't understand why I don't speak, or when I do try to say something it all comes out in Japanese (the foreign language section of my brain).  


Thursday, May 7, 2009

Nos voisins



Someone came knocking. It was our extremely hot and super sweet neighbours, Eloise and Laurent. They brought some strawberries with creme fraiche for us. Everywhere we live, we manage to have the best neighbours. Strasbourg is no exception. Eloise and Laurent are truly two of my favourite people over here. Not only do they bring us strawberries, but they have taken us out for brunch, come over to bring us music that they think we would like, and shared their cute cat with me whenever I want. In fact, Milene the persian kitten, came over today to help deliver the goods. She especially likes Axel's laundry bag. When we first arrived, they came knocking on the door to borrow eggs, and we exchanged those for use of their internet for a month while we dealt with the internet debacle (see Sep and Oct 2008 entry for those rants).

Both of them are from the south of France (on the other side of where we usually end up) but have spent a lot of time in reunion island where I've decided we are going to for our real first anniversary...3 years from now). Another cool factoid - Laurent and I were born on the exact same day (year too). Very cool.

Another bonus about having Laurent and Eloise next to us is that they are musicians. Unbelievably talented ones. They just put out their first CD and though I heard all of the songs at least 20 times each, hearing them not between the walls made their music even better. Their CD is focused on french folk music, but they do everything. The beatles and zeppelin, opera, pop, whatever they are in the mood for.

If you are interested in hearing some of their music, they just put up websites:

http://www.louiseelson.fr
http://www.myspace.com/louiseelson

Have a listen. You will be transported into one of my work at home days.
 
Alltop. We're kind of a big deal.