Bustin' on out

My normal bra had been uncomfortable for the past week or so, but I didn't realize just how uncomfortable it was until I put on the next size up (which I already had in my drawer) and thought, "Ahhh...this is how it's supposed to feel! I remember this!" To be honest, I'm surprised I hadn't grown out of my bra before now, though I do know I still have more growing to do by the time it's all said and done.

I'll out of town from Thursday morning through Monday evening without access to a computer, so don't worry about the lack of updates...I'll be back shortly! Have a good holiday weekend!

A sigh of relief at 17 weeks

I just talked to my doctor's office, who told me that my AFP tetra results came out negative--which is good. That means that the four markers they checked for birth defects via blood test did not alert them to any possible problems. This does not rule out birth defects completely, but it does mean that things most likely are just fine. I really hadn't stressed too much about this test, but I do feel a great sense of relief after hearing the results. One more burden lifted from my shoulders.

Up another two pounds this week. (Gotta lay off the brownie sundaes, but man are they tasty.) I'm wearing maternity pants (the non-panel kind, so I'm sure no one can tell; I think I may wear these post-pregnancy, too!) to work for the first time today. I don't really need to quite yet, but they make me more comfortable, so I'm going with it.

I've been getting headaches nearly every day, though so far they're not too bad; usually a Tylenol can knock them out within ten or 15 minutes. I've been fortunate in my life to not have too many headaches, so hopefully that doesn't change too drastically now. It is one of the primary side effects of Zofran, though, so perhaps that's the case here. I've been taking a half Zofran every morning, but I might try to go without it soon and only take it if I feel like I need to. I didn't do that before because I didn't want to risk getting sick at work, but I've been feeling well enough that I may be okay without it. I know I should be okay since I'm out of the first trimester, but I also know that nausea and vomiting aren't limited to just that period of time for everyone.

Oh yeah, and I've felt no additional flutters beyond what I experienced on Friday morning/early afernoon. I know it could be a while before I feel them regularly, though.

Weight loss/gain:
3w5d starting weight
5w (-1.2 pounds)
6w (-3 pounds, -4.2 pounds total)
7w (-2.4 pounds, -6.6 pounds total)
8w (-1 pound, -7.6 pounds total)
9w (-2 pounds, -9.6 pounds total)
10w (-2.6 pounds, -12.2 pounds total)
11w (+1 pound, -11.2 pounds total)
12w (+3.6 pounds, -7.6 pounds total)
13w (+1.0 pound, -6.6 pounds total)
14w (+1.2 pounds, -5.4 pounds total)
15w (+3.4 pounds, -2 pounds total)
16w (+2.0 pounds, no change total)
17w (+2.0 pounds, +2 pounds overall)

Chit-chat

So far everyone who has asked questions about the pregnancy has asked polite, non-personal questions (though I know the other kinds of questions aren't far behind). Most everyone has stuck with asking how I'm feeling, and while I could go down a list of things that would bore them to tears, I usually just keep it general and say something like, "Overall pretty good." The second most popular question so far has been if I've had any cravings. I haven't really had anything that I would call a craving. I've gone through a lot of Lucky Charms (breakfast, snack--you name it!) over the past three weeks, and I can't get enough orange juice, but I wouldn't say they're to the point of being cravings that I can't live without. I'm just glad to finally have some things that taste good to me again.

The alien within

I'm not one of those people who reads into every pain or twitch and decides that I have what I'm hoping for. In fact, I'm the opposite and I always try to look for a way to explain things away so I don't get my hopes up. Before I found out I was pregnant, I looked for any excuse but pregnancy to explain any symptoms I might have felt. Once the nausea hit, I wrote it off for the first day or so, thinking I could have just eaten something bad. I don't like to cry wolf.

But I think I've started feeling little flutters this morning, and no matter how many things I try to explain it away with (gas, Zofran side effects, new cereal disagreeing with me, whatever), I just know in my gut that it's really flutters I'm starting to feel. And that has me a little bit freaked out.

But why?

This is normal, and everyone experiences movement for the first time at some point. Probably because it's yet another thing that's confirming this is real...and it's really happening to me. My brain knows I'm pregnant, but my heart is having a harder time accepting it, afraid of being hurt if it doesn't work out. At a certain point, I will no longer be able to deny it. And it looks like that time is approaching.

Slow news day

I don't really have that much to report from the past couple of days. I'm still pretty tired, but I think it's more from having the in-laws in town over the weekend, so I never really had time to relax. I'm still waiting to get the results of the AFP tetra screen, but uncharacteristically, I'm not really worried about it. I'm sure that'll change if the result comes back positive, but I'm really not stressed over it at this point. I guess I've got other, bigger things to worry about at this point.

Drained at 16 weeks

As of this morning, I've made it back to my starting weight. The doctor didn't mention my weight gain yesterday, so I'll continue to presume it's fine.

I thought I'd been feeling pretty good lately (though pretty drained from the visit from the in-laws this weekend and from the stress of worrying about finances), but right before eating breakfast this morning, I got the sudden (and I mean sudden!) urge to puke and couldn't keep it back. I don't remember the last time I'd done that, but I'd say it's been a couple weeks. I want to make this clear: It is not welcome to return, so stay away, pukey feeling!

Yesterday after my doctor's appointment, I went to Once Upon a Child, a chain consignment shop that sells mostly kids' clothes but also baby stuff (cribs, bathtubs, swings, etc.) and maternity clothes, all gently used (and in great shape usually--a clear step above the often hit-or-miss Goodwill). My goal was to pick up some maternity clothes so I have stuff ready to go when I need it, probably within the next couple weeks. My goal was to spend about $100 to get me started (pants are usually around $10 and shirts range from $5 to $9). I wasn't in a shopping mood at first, but I made myself be patient and stick around to look through stuff. I tried on a ton of clothes and ended up buying a good amount of stuff.

For just under $160, I got two pair of khakis (both of which I LOVE; I can't wait to wear them! One pair is more "normal" and the other pair is a cute, casual carpenter pants kind of thing), two pair of jeans, and 17 shirts. Not too bad when you think that I got my money's worth on pants alone if I'd paid retail for them. I got a few short-sleeved shirts to last me into fall, but most of what I got was long-sleeved since the bulk of what I'll need is fall/winter clothes. I am so pleased with everything I got. It's all so adorable, yet still me--just maybe a more "put-together" kind of me. I think buying these clothes was one of those big things that made me realize this might really happen this time.

I plan to use this store quite often, for my maternity clothes at first (because who wants to spend $25 a pop for maternity shirts in regular stores when I'm getting the same name brands for less?), but also later for kids' clothes that also are expensive and don't get used for all that long. It's a great way to keep costs down.

Weight loss/gain:
3w5d starting weight
5w (-1.2 pounds)
6w (-3 pounds, -4.2 pounds total)
7w (-2.4 pounds, -6.6 pounds total)
8w (-1 pound, -7.6 pounds total)
9w (-2 pounds, -9.6 pounds total)
10w (-2.6 pounds, -12.2 pounds total)
11w (+1 pound, -11.2 pounds total)
12w (+3.6 pounds, -7.6 pounds total)
13w (+1.0 pound, -6.6 pounds total)
14w (+1.2 pounds, -5.4 pounds total)
15w (+3.4 pounds, -2 pounds total)
16w (+2.0 pounds, no change total)

Appointment #3

I had my third appointment earlier today, though there's nothing much to report from it. He checked the heartbeat via doppler and found it immediately without having to move the probe around. I was impressed, since it still sometimes takes us a few minutes to find it. He said it sounded strong and regular at 157 bpm. It's usually around 160 at home, so that's right around average. Then I was sent for my blood work for the AFP tetra screen for birth defects. They said I should have those results either late this week or early next week. I'll keep you posted. I made the appointment for my next visit, which will include what everyone calls the big ultrasound. I'm really hoping we're able to find out what we're having, but I'm trying to prepare myself for the fact that the baby might not cooperate. I hope he/she does, though! That's set for 9 a.m. on September 18. No doubt the next four weeks will drag by.

A bump in the road

"The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry."--Robert Burns

So, just when you think things in life are finally trucking along just fine--you have a wonderful husband, a loving marriage, a fantastic first house, and finally a baby on the way after a rocky start there--life has a way of taking you by the shoulders and shaking you violently to bring you back to reality.

We found out yesterday that The Husband (whom I've neglected to mention much here mostly for privacy reasons but also because I wanted to keep this blog focused on my experiences) lost his job when his position was eliminated, effective immediately. This pretty much came out of the blue, and I think we're still both stunned by what has happened in the last 15 hours. We both lost our jobs on the same day back in 2001, but at the time we were not married, we did not have a mortgage to pay, neither of us had a car payment (we have one now), and we certainly did not have a child on the way in less than six months, for whom we have bought literally nothing.

And of course we have company coming this weekend, when the last thing I feel like doing is entertaining.

I cannot let myself think too much about the financial implications of this, or else I become overwhelmed with wondering how we're going to make this work if he has trouble finding a new job--yet it's all I can think about. I can't shut my mind off. The Husband made well over half of our combined income, so to have that taken away is quite a blow. We're trying to stay as positive as we can about this and look at it as a new opportunity. There's no point in lamenting how unfair this is, because that's not going to get us anywhere. At this point, we just have to look forward and march on. He's focused on finding a new job, and I'm focused on looking at our expenses and figuring out where we can cut back, especially if he's unemployed longer than his severence pay (two months) will cover. And, of course, the big one: What if he doesn't find a job before the baby is born? How are we ever going to pay for all the things we need--a crib, clothes, diapers, medical costs? Babies are not cheap. I know we'll naturally get a lot of stuff as gifts, but that just puts a small dent into the necessities.

And then there are the other things that are not as obvious that I worry about, some small and some big. If he gets a new job soon (which hopefully is the case!), he may not be able to go with me to what I consider one of the most exciting appointments I'll have--when we hopefully find out what we're having--since he may not be somewhere that's as flexible with his time off. That'll be a disappointment, but of course not the end of the world. And what happens when baby comes in February and he either doesn't have vacation time built up or doesn't have the flexibility to take off then? I'll have to wing it alone at home by myself, when that's such an important time for the family to be spending together.

I know we're not the first ones to go through this, and plenty of people have made it just fine. But somehow that's just not all that comforting right now. The hardest part is the uncertainty of it all. If I could just see into the future and know that there's a great job waiting down the road, then I could sleep a little easier at night. But until then, I'll continue to toss and turn and play out every scenario in my head on a repeating loop. Life sucks sometimes, and I know that. I know we'll be stronger people in the end, blah blah blah--but right now that just feels like a bunch of horse crap.

News & notes

*Last night was simply ridiculous. I woke up at least twice an hour (sometimes more!) to go pee. Needless to say, that doesn't make for very restful sleep.

*I haven't thrown up in about a week, I think. I'm still taking half of a Zofran in the mornings, but that's much better than the two pills a day I was at before. Oh, and I still take half a phenergan at night so I don't get queasy when I'm unable to eat.

*Regular clothes are still fitting fine, but I plan to go shopping this weekend so I have some stuff ready.

*I've had headaches more often in recent weeks. Usually they're not bad and Tylenol can knock them out quickly, but it's mildly annoying since I rarely get headaches.

*I'm trying to sleep on my stomach as much as I can since I know there will come a time when I can't do it anymore. I'm primarily a side sleeper, so that'll be to my advantage later on, but I often sleep in a combined side/stomach position that at some point I'll have to give up. I never, ever sleep on my back (I think I feel too exposed), so giving that up obviously won't be hard for me. Another good thing is that I typically sleep with a lot of pillows, and I know that's something that's recommended, so I'm a step ahead there.

*I realized the other day that I haven't really missed drinking alcohol. Actually, before I got pregnant, I'd been going through a phase where I didn't drink much at all, so it just naturally carried over. I thought for sure that as soon as I wasn't allowed to have it, I'd automatically want it, but so far that hasn't been the case.

To sleep, perchance to dream

In recent weeks, I've had several very vivid but disturbing pregnancy dreams. One a couple of weeks ago involved me having the baby at 14 weeks and 4 days. Everyone kept saying how cute it was (I don't know if it was a boy or girl in the dream), what nice eyes it had, etc.--but they were all ignoring me when I kept telling them that it was way too early to have the baby and it shouldn't be here yet. I was a little afraid the dream might have been an omen of some sort that something bad was going to happen at 14 weeks and 4 days, but the day passed without incident, so I was mildly relieved at that.

Last night's dream involved me having a C-section on my bed at home--but the doctors hadn't thought about giving me any kind of anesthesia until I'd mentioned it to them a few times. When I finally got through to them, they said, "Oh yeah, that's probably a good idea, just in case."

Or there was the dream where I was delivering the baby (sounds like I have issues with delivery, huh?) and it wouldn't come out, and the doctors gave up and said it'd be okay if we just left it there--for the rest of my life. They actually told me that at least I'd get my money's worth out of the maternity clothes I'd already bought.

I haven't had any dreams yet about whether it's a boy or a girl, though I'm sure those are in the queue--right after all the other anxiety dreams that I'm sure will play in my subconscious.

Slowly expanding at 15 weeks

Wow, 15 weeks? I wish I could say time was flying, but I'm afraid that's not the case. So far everything still seems to be going well--we still have a fast heartbeat on the doppler and I'm not puking nearly as much--so I shouldn't complain too much about whether time is passing quickly or slowly. I'm up an additional 3.4 pounds this week (eeek!), but still two full pounds below my starting weight, so I'm not too worried about it. I'm just thankful I'm able to eat again. I've started to feel mildly uncomfortable in my clothes: my pants are a little snug when I sit down, my midsection feels nice and fat when I'm at my desk, and the band of my bra doesn't feel comfortable at all. Basically I just want to be at work in my pajamas (though that's nothing new with me; I've always wished for that!). Looks like I should probably go shopping for some transition clothes soon so I don't run out of clothes overnight. Then I'd have to go to work in my pajamas!!

Weight loss/gain:
3w5d starting weight
5w (-1.2 pounds)
6w (-3 pounds, -4.2 pounds total)
7w (-2.4 pounds, -6.6 pounds total)
8w (-1 pound, -7.6 pounds total)
9w (-2 pounds, -9.6 pounds total)
10w (-2.6 pounds, -12.2 pounds total)
11w (+1 pound, -11.2 pounds total)
12w (+3.6 pounds, -7.6 pounds overall)
13w (+1.0 pound, -6.6 pounds overall)
14w (+1.2 pounds, -5.4 pounds overall)
15w (+3.4 pounds, -2 pounds overall)

Tuck me in!

I could easily go to sleep at any given moment. I think that's more a function of getting up at 7 a.m. on my day off and being busy nonstop today in preparation for my in-laws visiting this weekend, but in any case, I'm beat! We now have a house full of food and drink, though most of it can't be touched until later in the week. There's not really much else to make an update on; I've been feeling pretty good for the past few days and have been able to get a lot done around the house. This will be a busy week as we finish preparing the house for guests, but so far I feel up to it.

Journey vs. destination

When we became engaged, I didn't look forward to planning the wedding because for me getting married was way more about that one day. Yes, it would be a special day, but I was looking forward to a strong, loving marriage, and I had no desire to agonize over such things as cocktail napkin fonts, seating charts, and hair and makeup appointments. As a result, we had a relatively short engagement--less than seven months, though it would have been shorter if we could have realistically gotten married before July--and we had a very small, intimate wedding and reception that, while still a lot of work because we did everything ourselves, reflected the fact that we saw no reason to blow the budget on that one day and instead look forward to our marriage. That was what it was about to both of us--the marriage.

I find the same to be true with pregnancy. While I feel I'm greatly blessed to be pregnant--never for a single minute do I take that for granted (not even during the tough days)--I still can't help but feel like the whole goal here wasn't to be pregnant, but to enjoy the sweet bundle of joy at the end. My eye is on the prize, and pregnancy is something I feel I must endure and wait out before I can get there. I'm trying to enjoy pregnancy as much as possible, especially now that I'm feeling mostly better for now, but I can't help but wonder if I'd be just as happy if babies really were delivered by storks; it wouldn't make him/her any less my child. The bottom line is that it's the baby and the family created by it that matter the most, at least in my view.

Clear a path!

I've always been one who has to pee pretty often--more often than most people, I'd say. So I've been waiting to notice an increase in the number of times I have to pee, but hadn't really been able to tell much difference since I usually go so often anyway. Until this week, that is. For the past few nights, I've woken up at least every hour during the night (sometimes more often) to pee. But today has been the worst. I've regular gone to pee (not a short walk from my desk at work) literally every 20 minutes. The sad thing is that I know this is just the beginning and it has the potential to get much worse as there's less and less room in my abdomen for my poor bladder. Better this than throwing up, I suppose (though I did that before lunch, so that's not completely gone).

Paranoid much?

Now that people at work know, I'm just convinced that when I walk by people sitting at their desks, they're looking at me and scrutinizing me, trying to figure out if I'm showing yet and if not, then how much longer it will be until I bust out of these pants. When I actually look at the people, I see they're just sitting there, minding their own business and doing their work, not paying a bit of attention to me, so I know it's just a paranoia on my part (again related to my lack of desire for attention in general), but it's something that still hits me often. I realize that this is something that I think about all the time, so that's why my senses are tuned a little differently these days, but I also know that logically (and rightfully so!), these people aren't thinking about my pregnancy any more than they're thinking about the oil change they got back in December. It's just funny when your mind is so in-tune to something that you're irrationally convinced that the rest of the world is, too. Of course, I guess that isn't true for everyone--there are still some people that think the whole world revolves around them (and their pregnancy, or their wedding, or their baby, whatever) and can't understand that life isn't limited to just their crisis or joy of the moment. Those people are exhausting to be around, and I swore them off long ago.

Whisper from the rooftop

I had my weekly department meeting at work this morning and finally told the news to everyone then. This isn't all of the people I work closely with, so I'll still have to tell a few other people individually, but this should cover most people who need to know. Anyway, I was ready to confidently and excitedly say, "I'm going to have a baby!" but when it came out, it was timid and more at a whisper. Saying it out loud makes it more real, so I guess I wasn't ready to say it beyond a whisper quite yet. I got a high-pitched chorus of "AWWWWWW!" from the women (the meeting was all women except my two supervisors), and someone asked when I was due. After the little chatter stopped, someone said, "Well, I can't top that" and the meeting was over shortly thereafter.

I was a big chicken, though, and didn't tell one of my proofreaders (she wasn't there for the meeting but came into the office later). She's an older woman (well, about my parents' age) and doesn't seem particularly fond of kids from past conversations, and there was just never a good time to bring it up when it wouldn't have just completely come from out of the blue. I think I'm also hestitant to tell her because she's going to be one of the people who has to pick up the slack in my absence. I know that's something I shouldn't worry about, and I won't when the time comes, but it's something that's on my mind for now.

Second-trimester territory at 14 weeks

Though there is some debate about when exactly the second trimester starts (anywhere from 12 weeks to 14 weeks is mentioned), I'm definitely into that territory as I hit 14 weeks today. It still feels like a foreign concept to be this far, but I'm mostly relieved to be at this point. We "play doppler" about every other night or so, and last night things were still sounding great, so I'm beginning to feel more confidence that this may just work out. The heartbeat is still up in the 160s, though the little one does like to play "stay away from the doppler" some days.

I'm up an additional 1.2 pounds this week, but still at a net loss of 5.4 pounds. My pants feel a little tighter today, so new pants may be just around the corner. I'm still throwing up occasionally (about once every other day), though it's significantly better than it was before. I presented my maternity leave plan to my two supervisors today, and now the last step is to share the news with everyone else, which I'll do at our department meeting tomorrow morning (so I can tell many people at once). I figure I'll rely on word of mouth (and probably not mine) beyond that.

Weight loss/gain:
3w5d starting weight
5w (-1.2 pounds)
6w (-3 pounds, -4.2 pounds total)
7w (-2.4 pounds, -6.6 pounds total)
8w (-1 pound, -7.6 pounds total)
9w (-2 pounds, -9.6 pounds total)
10w (-2.6 pounds, -12.2 pounds total)
11w (+1 pound, -11.2 pounds total)
12w (+3.6 pounds, -7.6 pounds overall)
13w (+1.0 pound, -6.6 pounds overall)
14w (+1.2 pounds, -5.4 pounds overall)

Didn't we already go through this?

Long story short: I'm having more problems with my insurance company covering the Zofran. I don't feel like rehashing everything here, but the basic idea is that the insurance company is saying that they have no record of me having a prior authorization for the medicine, even though I HAVE THE AUTHORIZATION NUMBER and was told it was good through the end of September. I don't need it as badly as last time this happened, but I'm still needing to take it in the mornings so I'm okay during the day. I'm down to taking it just once a day instead of twice a day, but they're wanting to give me just 20 pills during a 30-day span--not enough. I've gotten things taken care of for this refill, but what a headache this is. And, I know, hopefully soon I won't even need it anymore and this issue is a pointless one, but it's still one I have to deal with for now.

Be prepared

I thought I'd been feeling pretty good this week as far as nausea and vomiting were concerned. However, on the way to dinner on Friday night, as we were pulling into the restaurant's parking lot, the urge came from out of nowhere and the next thing I knew, I was vomiting bile while in the car. Yuck. (I think it's because I waited too long to eat.) Thank goodness there was a plastic grocery bag handy in the car, otherwise I hate to think about how that could have played out. So the lesson here is a good one: Always be prepared. I have been and will continue to be.

Wishing for Serenity

My thoughts today are with fellow blogger Serenity, who found out today that her second frozen IVF cycle did not work, and she will be taking a much-needed break for a while. I'm so sorry. I'll be thinking of you during this difficult time.

Another checkmark

After much needless agonizing and nervousness this afternoon, I finally met with my human resources director to make the news known to her and to go over leave benefits and my plans for leave next year. I don't know why I was so nervous...probably because I've kept it in for so long. I shut the door to her office and before I even sat down, she said, "So I hear congrats are in order for you." Only two people knew--my two supervisors--so at least one of them spilled the beans. I'm not sure if they told only her (if so, not a big deal since HR has to keep stuff confidential), or if some others know, as well. Way to keep a secret, guys.

Anyway, I presented my plan to her and she thought I had things pretty well covered. As of right now, assuming no complications, I plan to work up until my due date, or my last day will be February 9, whichever comes first. That will allow me to return to the office in time for one of our most important Sundays of the year. We talked about a few other things I needed to know and she made some small talk about the baby, but that's about it. So, check that off the list. Now I just have to tell the rest of my co-workers (will do that early next week) and then it's all out in the open. I'm not looking forward to all the attention, plus I'm just nervous about how others around here will take the news...I don't know their personal situations to know if they're having trouble conceiving and are going to be secretly resentful of me. I don't want them to feel like I'm rubbing it in their faces or anything, though I think most people who know me would know that I'm not like that. I guess I'm just sensitive to people in that position and don't want to make things harder for them than it may already be.

Still chugging along

I don't really have an overall theme to today's post; it'll be more of a general update.

*I'm really, really, really sleepy. All I think about is sleep when I'm awake, and when I'm sleeping, I really wish I could do it longer.

*I'm starting to feel really full in my abdomen in the afternoons, which is probably just bloat, but it's uncomfortable either way.

*I think I'm going to share the news with people at work next week. I wanted to wait until the week after that, but my supervisor will be gone then, so I might as well just get it over with. I don't know why I'm dreading it so much. Maybe I like the fact that I have a secret that they don't know. Really, though, as I said in a previous post, I'm slightly dreading the attention that's likely to come with it.

*May I take a nap right now?

Eating everything in sight at 13 weeks

My how things can change. In quite a turnaround from a couple weeks ago when the mere thought of food sent me into gagging fits, my appetite has returned and I want to eat nearly everything in sight, especially if it's considered by most to be junk food. I think part of it is genuine hunger, but part of it is because I'm so excited to be able to eat without it coming back up, and maybe I'm afraid it's going to revert back to the old way soon and I want to take advantage of it while I can. My weight gain for the week is just one pound, which is amazing considering how much I've eaten lately! That's got to come to an end real soon.

I've still had fun with the doppler, but it's not as entertaining as it used to be because sometimes I'm not able to find the heartbeat. It hasn't caused panic yet when I can't find it, usually just frustration and then I give up too easily, but I know there are many reasons the heartbeat may be hard to detect, typically because the baby is moving around too much. Still, it's neat to listen to other things with the doppler, including my own heartbeat and the sound of blood rushing through arteries.

So, 13 weeks today. I wish I could say the time is flying, but it's definitely not yet.

Weight loss/gain:
3w5d starting weight
5w (-1.2 pounds)
6w (-3 pounds, -4.2 pounds total)
7w (-2.4 pounds, -6.6 pounds total)
8w (-1 pound, -7.6 pounds total)
9w (-2 pounds, -9.6 pounds total)
10w (-2.6 pounds, -12.2 pounds total)
11w (+1 pound, -11.2 pounds total)
12w (+3.6 pounds, -7.6 pounds overall)
13w (+1.0 pound, -6.6 pounds overall)