Sunday, December 30, 2007
The truth is that it really wasn't that painful, just more uncomfortable than anything, and not a very fun way to start the day. The bummer is that I stayed uncomfortable for most of the morning.
This poses a problem.
At work, or in public, or wherever I may happen to be, when people ask me how I am feeling, I can answer one of two ways: 1. I can tell the truth. 2. I can say I am fine. To be fair, #2 is usually the truth. I'm not a total liar.
If I say I am fine, people are thrilled.
If I say I am feeling a little uncomfortable, every. single. person (except Mrs. Gray). says, "If you think you're uncomfortable now..."
In the same vein as Carla's post, I'd like to change this phrase. No, I'd like to obliterate it.
Stop saying that to me. Stop telling me "this is nothing." I really don't have a lot to complain about, I know. Some girls have really hard pregnancies, and I'm so thankful I'm not one of them.
But sometimes, I am uncomfortable.
The same goes for, "If you think you're tired now..."
That one's almost worse.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Dear Brett Favre,
You are a married man.
You have a family.
I am a married woman! I'm about to be a mother!
This simply cannot go on any longer.
I will not sit in the stands at your games, no matter how many winks, waves, or dashing smiles you send my way (anymore).
I will not visit you and your mother in Louisiana (ever again).
I will not run away with you (again) while my husband who loves me is out getting me a strawberry shake from McDonald's (again, again).
I love you, too, just not in the same way.
Sure, you're incredibly handsome, wealthy and an all around good guy, but so. is. my. husband., Richard. Remember Richard? Your biggest fan? He would be crushed if he saw me riding your shoulders to victory at the Super Bowl (like last time).
Please just stop.
I'm sorry, but this affair must end.
p.s. Will you please pass this message on to Prince William? Thanks!
Friday, December 21, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Kitty is bonding with DesvousJunior already!
This week, my baby has eyelashes (I hope they're like Richard's!) and will turn its head toward a continuous light from the outside. The baby is starting to put on weight for life outside the womb. It weighs 2.5lbs this week, and measures 15.75 inches from crown to heel. (Sophia was 20.25 inches long--baby won't get much longer! Just chubbier! In the last four weeks alone, Baby's weight has doubled.)
At this point, I find it necessary to tell you all that in the amount of time it's taken me to write this much, I finished off an entire pint of Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie. I have never been a chocolate--or ice cream--lover, but let's put it this way: Pedro has given up on even looking my way while I'm eating.
Anyhow, Rich and I are signed up to take a weekend childbirth preparation class the second weekend in January and I am looking forward to it.
Other than the fact that I require food every two hours on the dot or I turn into a shaking mess, I don't have a whole lot else to report. : )
Next doctor visit: January 4, 2008.
Time flies when you're having fun!
I keep imagining what our baby will look like, especially since Richard and I look so different. Our features are absolutely nothing alike. Will the baby be dark or fair? Will it have freckles or a beard (only kidding...sort of)? Will it have hair? What color will it be? It's so fun to daydream about this little child poking me in the ribs. It makes the discomfort of not being able to put my shoes and socks on in the morning a little more bearable! More on that later.
Monday, December 17, 2007
I just got off the phone with Fern's nurse, Alex. She said that my numbers came back perfect, though a little on the low side. (Not sure how that qualifies as perfect...)
She said that I measured at 95, which is a little low, which may explain why I have been having dizzy spells (cue Scarlett O'Hara). She said that I really can't go more than a couple of hours without some sort of sugar like carbs or juice, but that my hemoglobin levels are fine and the fact that my glucose measured at 95 is not cause for concern.
I think I got all the terminology right here. Let me know if you see something off.
She was at our house with us, helping get the nursery ready. Dad was insisting that the baby is a girl, and mom was insisting that no way, it's a boy!
Fern laughed and said, "Show me your belly."
She said, "It's clearly presenting a triangle. It's a girl."
What the crap?!
I have to wonder if she's right...
We shall see.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
My parents came to spend the weekend with me while Richard was out of town, and to help me get the nursery ready for DesvousJunior.
It was an entire weekend of baby! I couldn't be happier than when all the conversation revolves around me. : ) Just kidding. We talked about other stuff, too.
The only thing we still need is a crib, which Dad and Richard will hopefully be able to refinish over Christmas weekend.
I am so thankful to Dad who worked incredibly hard on the paint, and to Kristi who came over to help tape and spackle, and to my mom for keeping us all moving!
I couldn't be more pleased with the results (click on any image to enlarge):
Lauren "helping" by occupying Pedro.
The changing table and ever-present Diaper Genie.
Lamp and dresser that will either turn cherry or lime green sometime in the near future...
Friday, December 14, 2007
It's funny that everybody talks about how everybody talks about how bad it is, but it's really not that bad.
Well, I'm not going to do that.
I didn't mind the drink. What I minded was that everybody wanted to chat while I was trying to drink it. The nurse and lab tech wanted to know all about my Christmas plans, how I'm feeling, etc., so that I felt rude trying to drink something in front of them. Go figure.
About an hour after I finished the beverage, I started feeling light-headed and dizzy, along with the same tunnel vision and sweaty shakiness that I experienced on Wednesday night. No one seemed concerned and as soon as I stuffed. my. face. for lunch I started feeling better. I'm interested to find out the results of the test. If I had to guess, I'd say I seem to be having some blood sugar issues...
My stats from today's visit:
Fundal Height: 27.5cm (perfect!)
Baby's heartrate: 156--much higher than last month!
Total weight gain: (drumroll please!) 13 pounds!! Yahoo!
This week, DesvousJunior can open and close its eyes. Its retinas detect and process light (that little thing we call sight). Rich and I argued about what the baby can see right now when it opens its eyes. I maintain that it can see quite a bit of light, but he disagrees. : ) I think I've been feeling baby hiccups occasionally, which is pretty common from here on out. Baby also weighs right around two pounds, depending on who you ask and is between 14-16 inches long with its legs fully extended.
I don't know you all are getting bored with my factoids, but I just find this stuff so interesting.
I'll keep you posted on the glucose test.
There won't be a 27 week photo of me because Rich and I forgot and now he's out of town. Maybe my mom will take one for me tonight, but no promises!
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Monday, December 3, 2007
Friday, November 30, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Here is a close-up photo of what's going on this week. *If you click on the photo, it will take you to the website. Drag your cursor across each underlined word and you can learn about DesvousJunior!
This week, Baby weighs about 1.5lbs and from head to heels measures about 13.5 inches. Isn't that cool?! It is about the size of an average rutabaga.
Baby is also beginning to "fill out" by gaining body fat. Its hair is also recognizable by color and texture, though it may change after birth.
Birth...which is getting closer and closer. I should get to work!
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
I do wish you a very, very happy birthday. I'm sure Richard has something big planned for you. First of all, I want to tell you what it was like to be pregnant in 1926. I didn't go to the doctor right away. Nobody did. But in the 2nd month when my morning sickness was so bad, I went to see what the doctor would suggest. Mainly, it was just grin and bear it! Not to eat anything in the morning with milk in it and just something dry. Mine sometimes lasted all day. So, then he started to give me other orders for pregnancy. Be careful what you eat. Eat a well balanced diet, including plenty of calcium so your baby will have strong bones. Important to do exercises, not strenuous, but walking a lot. The next thing was to be sure you wore a girdle. In those days there weren't stretch girdles, they were all corsets, so he said to buy a corset with laces so you could make it bigger. His explanation was that you needed something to help you hold up the load in your belly. If the muscles had to do it all themselves they would stretch out too much. By giving support, they would regain their normal condition after giving birth. I didn't go every month, but went at about 4 months and he asked if I felt life yet and I said "no" and he said in about 2 weeks I would and he was right. So from then on it should have been 4-1/2 more months until I delivered. It happened that my baby was two weeks early. It was a boy, my son Charles. The doctor said it was normal for boys to be early and girls would be late. Then, after giving birth you stayed in the hospital 14 days and became so weak you could hardly walk. Then I got my mother to stay with me for a couple of weeks until I was strong and able to take care of the baby. Chicago at that time had a wonderful program for mothers and babies. Every month after the baby was born we went to a free clinic mainly to check out the baby, see if it had gained the right amount, if everything was normal and to be sure to continue breast feeding. If you had too much milk, they suggested you get a breast pump and pump out the extra milk. That way it was always fresh. And, of course, every other breast every day. At 4 months we would start feeding baby food. I think it was called Pablum at that time. At 6 months you could start feeding mashed potatoes or mashed carrott and things like pudding, even ice cream and from then on increase the food. So when you weaned the baby, he'd be eating on his own, drinking milk and water. The next thing they taught you when you went to the clinic in the early months was how to train your baby to be out of diapers by the time they were 15 months old. There were no Pampers, you just washed diapers. Certainly no one would have a baby in diapers at 18 months. The doctor said if the baby could say "mama" or "daddy" they could also say "potty". I took that seriously and Charles was out of diapers at 15 months and Shirley at 14 months. If you had a child that wet the bed, it was not a lack of training it was some ailment the child had and you just had to wait until the child outgrew it. So that was my pregnancy in 1926. In 1928 when I was carrying Shirley, I didn't do so good. I ate too much and I gained too much weight and so did my baby. My first baby was under 8 lbs. Shirley was over 9 lbs. So, it is important to eat right. So much for all of that.
I thought this was a very sweet letter. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
"I'm almost 6 months pregnant!"
"I know, I can hardly believe it myself."
"I'm feeling really great, thanks!"
"I feel human again now that I'm in my second trimester."
"Ha. Ha. I know it doesn't show, but I can feel it flopping arond all the time." (This one in particular is getting pretty old.)
So, today, I said one I've been saying over and over to a woman I only talk to every once in a while:
"It just occurred to me this week that I'm almost 6 months along and I'm not ready!"
She said, "You're not?! Yikes. You'd better get to work!"
Monday, November 12, 2007
He told me to take a seat.
How was I doing? How was the baby? Tell him about quilting.
I couldn't help but wonder, "What does he want?" the entire time.
Turns out, nothing.
I made the comment that I'm almost 6 months pregnant (I know!) "even though you can't really tell," and he said, "No, I can tell. Guys just don't really know what to say so we end up teasing a lot."
I just thought that was so nice.
In week 22, baby weighed-in at 1lb! (That's a package of hamburger meat! Or something less gross...) It measures over 10 inches long from head to heel. Its eyebrows are grown in, and teethbuds are showing beneath the gumline. Its lips and eyes are developed, though the irises of the eyes have not reached their full color potential yet.
I'm actually 23 weeks this week, so I will post more updated statistics later this week. I have another check up appointment on Friday afternoon.
Monday, November 5, 2007
Sunday, November 4, 2007
I looked at these photos tonight and said, "Wow! I look pregnant!"
I'm standing a lot different in the two photos. I can't tell if it makes a difference. Thoughts?
Aren't you glad I found the "pretty paper" again??
Friday, November 2, 2007
Thursday, November 1, 2007
I keep thinking my stomach is falling out, when really it's just a strong movement. Weird, huh?
Baby is the size of a large banana or carrot, which seems awfully skinny to me...
It weighs 3/4 lbs and is about 10 inches long from head to heel.
I'm feeling very good these days (aside from my little neck issue) and am enjoying pregnancy quite a lot, though I find myself longing for the good old days when I wasn't "showing" and nobody cared if I drank a caffienated beverage, ate a soft cheese, or an extra piece of candy.
My conversations go like this:
Them: Do you know that has caffiene in it?
Me: Yes, I'm allowed to have up to 350mg of caffeine per day.
Them: Should you be eating that? It comes with blue cheese.
Me: It's pasteurized. I checked.
Them: Tuna for lunch? I thought that was off limits.
Me: Once a week is fine.
Them: Another coke? Are you sure you should do that?
Me: I want my baby to have a low birthweight. I stopped smoking last week. What else do you want from me??
I could go on.
Obviously, I don't want my child to have a low birthweight...answering that way usually stops people in their tracks. I KNOW it's only going to get worse from here, but some days I get really tired of everyone's "help."
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
"You're starting to show!"
"The weight of your belly could be causing your back problems."
"That doesn't look like a very healthy lunch!"
"How are you feeling? Do you feel like a million bucks?"
"You gotta remember, you're eating for two...or three."
"Are you super horny these days?"
"Your hair looks really great lately."
"Your skin is breaking out a little."
And it's only noon.
Monday, October 29, 2007
It went very well. Better than I anticipated, in fact.
I have registed for 91 items that DesvousJunior absolutely can not live without.
I felt great about everything I got accomplished until the hormones and frustration kicked in last night. Now I'm second-guessing myself.
My biggest concern?
Decorating the nursery. I have searched HIGH AND LOW for a decoration theme that I like.
Well...I finally found one. Love at first sight--a crib bumper, quilt, window valance, all that jazz. It's gender neutral, but fun and colorful without ANY smiling animals or cheerful bugs. (My one main criteria--no smiling animals or cheerful bugs.)
I found it alright.
At the Galleria.
Guess how much it cost.
SEVEN. HUNDRED. DOLLARS. for a blanket set that my baby will barf and poop on.
But I love it.
Now I just have to figure out how to GET it.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Baby Ajax' name has changed.
Please refer to the human I'm growing as DesvousJunior from now on.
Thank you, Lauren. You are BRILLIANT.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Please note--Rich was really upset that I had to switch to post-it notes in the background. I'll try to use "pretty paper" again this week!
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
I read that I am in the "itchy stage" of my pregnancy right now, where my blood volume increases by 50%. Therefore my blood vessels, nerves and skin are all agitated. In weird places. The tops of my arms, the insides of my ankles, my hairline and the tops of my thighs. Don't forget my palms and the bottoms of my feet (which I think is mostly from swelling, which has gone down significantly).
No amount of lotion helps because it's not dry skin. It's annoyed skin.
I suggested to my mom that they should put the leeches on me--drain some of this excess off.
She has yet to respond.
In other news, SUCCESS!
Mandi and I went on a shopping mission (from God) this weekend. We found her a new winter coat and me--MATERNITY JEANS!
I was so excited that I "frolicked," according to Mandi, in the store, and as soon as I paid I went back into the fitting room to change and wore them home. I asked the sales girl if she had a lot of women desperate enough to do that. She laughed and said, "Oh, yes. All the time."
Who cares!!? I had no idea how uncomfortable I had been until THAT. VERY. MOMENT.
The best part? Only $17.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
We saw the baby moving around like crazy, sucking its thumb, sticking out its tongue, everything. It was quite the experience. I thought for sure that I would have a million questions, but instead I was so stunned I could hardly say anything!
As we left the appointment, Richard said, "That was the weirdest 20 minutes of my life..."
Rich also insisted that the doctor make sure that the femurs both looked good and strong. (LOL)
One bummer is that the doc AND nurse both referred to the baby as HE, even though we were both very adamant that we don't want to know the baby's sex. I pointed out to Rich that we've been calling it a HE since the day we found out we were having a baby, but still...it was sort of a bummer.
If you're keeping track, baby's heartrate is 134 (so slow!!), which is another sign that it could be a boy. To be honest, I don't put ANY stock in this guessing nonsense. It is what it is, and as Brenda said last night, "You can't change it anyway!"
It was a pretty cool experience to see that little baby flopping around in there and doing baby stuff!
I could go on and on, but let's get to the good stuff. The images here are not NEARLY as clear as they were on the screen, but they give you a pretty good idea of where we're at.
3D image of baby sucking its thumb (or at least attempting to!). This made me happy since I was a thumb sucker for WAAAAY too long. : )
Baby's face. The white part is its nose, the chin is pointing to the right, and its forehead is to the left. Can you see it?
This is my favorite from the appointment. Just a foot. This is the one that makes it a REAL baby to me. The rest of the pics are sort of...creepy.
Profile view of baby.
Its head is far left, the is fist at the top, connected to the forearm and elbow, which is touching the knee.