Status: 10 weeks, 5 days
Aside from the usual, "How are you feeling", the next most common statement out of anyone is, "When are you going to post on your blog, again?" I am flattered that everyone has so little to do in their lives (j/K) that my thoughts and feelings are the most entertaining thing you can find to do. However, I love all my readers, so I will do my best to post more often....
Today's topic is hunger. Tawk amungst yahselves.....
No, really, it is a very strange feeling for a pregnant woman, and probably just as entertaining to watch from the vantage point of husband, or significant other. For example...the first week I was pregnant (well, maybe for 2 weeks), all I wanted was cheese, roasted chicken, and crackers. Nothing else even sounded remotely good. I even craved Boston Market all the way down from Atlanta to Tampa because I knew exactly WHICH Boston Market I wanted to eat lunch at before we picked up Sarah at work. Now that I look back, it seems slightly insane.
I think the week after that was even weirder. When I hit week 6, I decided I hated cheese. And it literally came the day after we bought a bunch at Kroger on sale. I have to give myself a little leeway on this one because week 6, by far, has been the worst. I think I felt like crap the ENTIRE week. Luckily, as the next week rolled around, I was suddenly back to my cheese-loving self.
Overall, I have continued my dairy addiction, but it is now to the point that we buy 2 gallons of milk at a time because I drink it all the time (Tobe will have great bones!). In contrast, I have only wanted lettuce about 3 times in the last 2 months. Other veggies are good, but for some reason I can't make myself go for lettuce.
My current crave this week was a cheeseburger. I finally got a little one yesterday, and it was yumm-o! Also, for about 2 weeks I have been eating oranges and drinking OJ (don't worry, it has lots of pulp!)
Check back in a couple days to find out how our first prenatal visit with one of the midwives goes tomorrow!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Lost In Translation
So, after finding out more people than I was previously aware of are actually reading my blog, and after finding out said people have difficulty understanding some of the abbreviations I have used in the past, I decided to post a little something to make it more clear. First off, 99% of the abbreviations that I have used are NOT medical, they are chat room/forum/The Bump abbreviations. So, here is what you should know....
(They are in order from the first blog post until now...)
PCOS = Polycystic Ovary Syndrome (ok, yes, this is medical)
TTC = Trying To Conceive
DH = Dear Husband
BFF = Best Friend Forever
HPT = Home Pregnancy Test
LMP = Last Menstrual Period (ok, another medical term)
U/S = Ultrasound
POAS = Pee On A Stick
HCG = Human Chorionic Gonadotropin (ok, another one)
EDD = Estimated Due Date (this is non-medical b/c they use EDC = Estimated Date of Confinement)
PBS = Public Broadcasting System
bpm = Beats Per Minute
ICU = Intensive Care unit (medical, again, but pretty common lingo)
Ok, so that should be it, so far. I will attempt to translate as we go from now on.
(They are in order from the first blog post until now...)
PCOS = Polycystic Ovary Syndrome (ok, yes, this is medical)
TTC = Trying To Conceive
DH = Dear Husband
BFF = Best Friend Forever
HPT = Home Pregnancy Test
LMP = Last Menstrual Period (ok, another medical term)
U/S = Ultrasound
POAS = Pee On A Stick
HCG = Human Chorionic Gonadotropin (ok, another one)
EDD = Estimated Due Date (this is non-medical b/c they use EDC = Estimated Date of Confinement)
PBS = Public Broadcasting System
bpm = Beats Per Minute
ICU = Intensive Care unit (medical, again, but pretty common lingo)
Ok, so that should be it, so far. I will attempt to translate as we go from now on.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Confessions of a not-quite-shopaholic
Status: 8 weeks, 6 days
I like to shop, I confess. I don't think that's a big shock to anyone. However, this week I made my way into the maternity section because, frankly, I have nothing to wear.
According to the scale (who I do not trust), I haven't gained anything. I've pretty much stayed the same. But because of the way I have been feeling, I decided that the idea of wearing a pair of pants that had a real waist and a button was just plain reason to vomit in and of itself. G-d bless the inventor of maternity pants! While I don't outwardly look pregnant, they are soooo much more comfortable because I can simply pull them up in a granny-style (aka up to my chest) and go about my day without anything cutting a dent into my stomach....
That is all the confessing I will do for today...
I like to shop, I confess. I don't think that's a big shock to anyone. However, this week I made my way into the maternity section because, frankly, I have nothing to wear.
According to the scale (who I do not trust), I haven't gained anything. I've pretty much stayed the same. But because of the way I have been feeling, I decided that the idea of wearing a pair of pants that had a real waist and a button was just plain reason to vomit in and of itself. G-d bless the inventor of maternity pants! While I don't outwardly look pregnant, they are soooo much more comfortable because I can simply pull them up in a granny-style (aka up to my chest) and go about my day without anything cutting a dent into my stomach....
That is all the confessing I will do for today...
Rollercoaster of love....
Status: 8 weeks, 6 Days
So, this hasn't exactly been the best week for me. The emotional toll of pregnancy is just something that no one can prepare you for. The fact that you become consumed by this alien that has taken over your body is severely overwhelming, and the fact that no one really understands that is very lonely.
I mean, I know that pretty much every woman who has found herself in this state has felt similarly, but no one has specifically been in the exact same experience as you. Here is a list of things I have dealt with this week:
* Feeling like I am missing out on my family by having moved so far away
* Feeling like I will never be ME again because I cannot think of anything but the baby
* Feeling scared because another nurse at work is in the ICU in sepsis, on the verge of shock, because she got a kidney infection - and she's 6 months pregnant
* Freaking out because Legionnaire's disease has been discovered in the water system of the hospital I work at
* Completely losing it over little things, and feeling like my husband (while he SAYS he understands I am emotional) doesn't get it
I don't think he can understand what it's like to think that every little thing you do will effect someone else. That someone's very survival is dependent on you. I don't think anyone can get how frustrating it is to be scared to go to bed because you don't know if, when you wake up, it will be a good day or a bad day. Will I wake up and be happy and feel perfect, or will I be exhausted and wanting to throw up and stay in bed?
I guarantee that I am not easy to deal with, but I can also say that about 80% of the time, at least right now, that is not my fault.
So, this hasn't exactly been the best week for me. The emotional toll of pregnancy is just something that no one can prepare you for. The fact that you become consumed by this alien that has taken over your body is severely overwhelming, and the fact that no one really understands that is very lonely.
I mean, I know that pretty much every woman who has found herself in this state has felt similarly, but no one has specifically been in the exact same experience as you. Here is a list of things I have dealt with this week:
* Feeling like I am missing out on my family by having moved so far away
* Feeling like I will never be ME again because I cannot think of anything but the baby
* Feeling scared because another nurse at work is in the ICU in sepsis, on the verge of shock, because she got a kidney infection - and she's 6 months pregnant
* Freaking out because Legionnaire's disease has been discovered in the water system of the hospital I work at
* Completely losing it over little things, and feeling like my husband (while he SAYS he understands I am emotional) doesn't get it
I don't think he can understand what it's like to think that every little thing you do will effect someone else. That someone's very survival is dependent on you. I don't think anyone can get how frustrating it is to be scared to go to bed because you don't know if, when you wake up, it will be a good day or a bad day. Will I wake up and be happy and feel perfect, or will I be exhausted and wanting to throw up and stay in bed?
I guarantee that I am not easy to deal with, but I can also say that about 80% of the time, at least right now, that is not my fault.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
I'm hung over and it wasn't even fun!
Benadryl should be renamed something like, "The wonder drug to cure all ailments, including consciousness!" I really think that would be a more appropriate name for this perfectly innocent looking pink and white capsule that took over my day.
I woke up this morning with a stuffy head, stuffy left ear, and a scratchy throat. Actually, I had the scratchy throat yesterday, but that's really beside the point. Anyway, I decided I had had enough of feeling crappy and flipped through my "How To Survive Your Pregnancy" (that's what I call it) manual from my doctor's office to see what I could possibly take to make this all go away. Benadryl seemed the safest choice. I took one teeny little innocent looking pill, and it was all over.
The actual time spent on the drug, the first 4 hours or so, was not bad. I had the usually slightly tipsy feeling from the medicine, but that was it. Then, after lunch with Tara, it hit me hard. It was a similar inability to stay awake that I felt after my bachlorette party, except minus the nausea (yay for a break from that!). It was so bad that when I got home, I locked the door with the deadbolt instead of the regular lock and therefore locked my poor husband out of his own home. I woke up from my 3 hour nap to what I thought was a dream that someone was banging on the door. I couldn't imagine who it was, even though Joel had called to tell me he was on his way home.
So, in conclusion, I will attempt to avoid Benadrly unless absolutely necessary to survive, because hangovers just aren't worth it unless you've gotten to drink a bucket of Sex on the Beach beforehand!
I woke up this morning with a stuffy head, stuffy left ear, and a scratchy throat. Actually, I had the scratchy throat yesterday, but that's really beside the point. Anyway, I decided I had had enough of feeling crappy and flipped through my "How To Survive Your Pregnancy" (that's what I call it) manual from my doctor's office to see what I could possibly take to make this all go away. Benadryl seemed the safest choice. I took one teeny little innocent looking pill, and it was all over.
The actual time spent on the drug, the first 4 hours or so, was not bad. I had the usually slightly tipsy feeling from the medicine, but that was it. Then, after lunch with Tara, it hit me hard. It was a similar inability to stay awake that I felt after my bachlorette party, except minus the nausea (yay for a break from that!). It was so bad that when I got home, I locked the door with the deadbolt instead of the regular lock and therefore locked my poor husband out of his own home. I woke up from my 3 hour nap to what I thought was a dream that someone was banging on the door. I couldn't imagine who it was, even though Joel had called to tell me he was on his way home.
So, in conclusion, I will attempt to avoid Benadrly unless absolutely necessary to survive, because hangovers just aren't worth it unless you've gotten to drink a bucket of Sex on the Beach beforehand!
Monday, February 2, 2009
Extra Cheese, Please!
Status: 7 weeks, 2 days
While Joel headed to work this morning, I was on my way back to the perinatologist (don't worry, that's just where my insurance sends me) to get another ultrasound of little Tobe! I wish Joel could have been there, but it's important that he get to work on time. We had this ultrasound to get a better idea of Tobe's heartbeat - which was a whopping and beautiful 154 bpm! It was much louder this time, and even the little flicker that we could see at the last ultrasound was much easier to see from across the room (where the "Mommy Monitor" is - so I can see without craning my neck).
While Joel headed to work this morning, I was on my way back to the perinatologist (don't worry, that's just where my insurance sends me) to get another ultrasound of little Tobe! I wish Joel could have been there, but it's important that he get to work on time. We had this ultrasound to get a better idea of Tobe's heartbeat - which was a whopping and beautiful 154 bpm! It was much louder this time, and even the little flicker that we could see at the last ultrasound was much easier to see from across the room (where the "Mommy Monitor" is - so I can see without craning my neck).
Here are Tobe's latest pictures:
(The customary life-size version - same tech, go figure!)
(Look how big our little Peanut is - the current size!)
(Is that an arm bud?)
(The customary life-size version - same tech, go figure!)
(Look how big our little Peanut is - the current size!)
(Is that an arm bud?)Also, if you look closely, the white part in the middle of the baby is Tobe's little heart - beating away!
I can't wait to share these beautiful pictures with Joel when he gets home from work!!!
I can't wait to share these beautiful pictures with Joel when he gets home from work!!!
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