Listen up here, people. This blog post is gonna get real. It's really gonna put it all out there. I promised myself that I would be HONEST when I was blogging throughout this pregnancy, and this will be one of the worst. I'll save the ugliness for the end.
Spoilers aside, I am exhausted. We are still down to one vehicle, so Chris had to pick me up last night from work. People took WAY too long for report, so I made him sit in the car for half an hour. I felt terrible. I convinced him to go to Chili's for dinner with me. I ordered a burger and honestly, I was so tired that I just quit eating because it was too much work to lift my burger to my mouth. I wish I was joking. I'm supposed to work four days in a row next week, and I honestly don't think I can do it. This was the first time I felt REALLY pregnant. I am so glad to have a couple of days off.
Veteran's Day was spent together, a nice change since Christopher was on duty ALL day last year. We went out for a couple of our meals that day; I like to make sure that waiters/waitresses are properly tipped because often times that with free food, we forget we should still tip on the full amount. :) We had our second baby appointment so we went to iHop for brunch before the appointment. We were in a rush, but totally could have taken our time. My doctor was in a delivery and nearly an hour and fifteen minutes late. The time didn't seem to take too long, though, with Christopher being my entertainment until the doctor got there. It was worth the wait because for the first time, we heard our baby's heartbeat. We saw it at out last appointment, just a tiny flicker on the screen. It was so neat to hear it, although the radio was loud in the exam room and our doctor asked, "Do you hear it?"
"No, I hear Usher."
"Oh. Well listen again."
Then I heard it loud and clear. Nothing else mattered. I asked Chris, "Do you hear it, honey?" He did. He was in love, just like me. I could tell by the sound of his voice.
This is where my beautiful words melt away and I tell you what happened after lunch. This is your final warning to STOP here and not read further, because if you are a bad, "judgey" person you will honestly never look at me the same again.
Moving on.
There is an event on base in early December for Chris' squadron and their spouses. I get to wear his flight suit and see what he does all day. I even get my own patch with a "call sign" on it.
That rotten husband of mine decided that he would have my patch made with the call sign, "Chili's" on it. And this is why. We went out to Chili's for our second meal of the day. Chris ate for free and I got some lunch as well. Lunch was good. I thought my sweet potato fries were a little underdone but I can't complain too much. (Considering I eat everything in sight most days.)
WELL, on the way home, I told Chris I didn't feel well and started crying. He asked, "What's wrong". I looked at him and said, "I honestly don't know if I am going to throw up or crap my pants." He said, "What should I do?" I tried to (but failed) to say nicely, "Get me home. Don't talk to me. Don't touch me. And DON'T get in my way."
When we got home, he jumped out of the car and ran to open doors for me, but to no avail. I did not make it to my destination.
I am sorry to say that my husband witnessed something I didn't think he would see for another 70 years or so.
It was so unfortunate. And when our baby is an awful teenager, crying that he or she hates me, I will tell him what he put me through while he (or she) was just the size of a fig.
Friday, November 14, 2014
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
More Pregnancy Tell-Alls
My mom sent me an article the other day about a some mother-runner who runs 40-60 miles a week, 8-minute miles, at 8 months pregnant or something crazy like that. What stuck out in the article for me (besides the immediate drop in satisfaction with my week's 13 miles run), was that if I don't run for 1 week or greater, I might as well stop running because a pregnant body changes so much in that amount of time you won't be able to continue.
Um, ok, whatever silly article.
A couple of days later? Suddenly all of my joints are popping like bubble wrap, hips included. Hello, sciatica? What is this shooting pain down the right side of my rear, making me bend over with a hand on my back in my best elderly impression? No. This can't be happening.
The other surprising new symptom? Dizziness. Orthostatic hypotension. God forbid I spring out of bed, because if I do, I won't get very far. Luckily, something, or some dog is never far away.
The 239th Marine Corps Birthday Ball is this weekend in Corpus. We've got a dogsitter, a hotel, and great friends to spend it with. I'm wearing my dress from my cousin's wedding this summer. It should have enough wiggle room for this expanding belly of mine, still be comfortable, and look decent next to Chris. When the boys are in their blues, I feel like I become more like a...well-placed accent piece. I mean, Chris in his blues? My favorite.
We've been down to one car since selling the Jeep last week. I remember thinking, "Oh, this won't be a problem! It will be so easy to figure out who needs the car and when!" Wrong. Cranky-pants had to pick me up from the nail salon yesterday because I had gone to get my toenails done for this weekend. He had explained to me previously that he could just paint them for me. I asked if that included the massage and callous removal, he said it wouldn't. I didn't have to explain any further. Yes, so, cranky pants had to come pick me up. It's funny, because I'm not cute when I'm cranky. I'm just a monster. But when Chris is cranky? He's adorable. I just want to pinch his cheeks.
He's gone all day today. Which means no car for me, not that I had plans anyway. He has two simulators AND he has to practice to be in the sword ceremony for the Birthday Ball. This puts him away all day long. I should be getting lots done, but as you can read, I'm just blogging instead. And watching MasterChef Junior, trying to figure out how to jump-start the fetus as a professional chef.
I wonder at what point "the fetus" will be referred to as "the baby" or something more? For now, the fetus sticks. It's what everyone here refers to, anyway.
Sheila and Allen have picked out their "grandparent" names. Sheila will be called "Bubbi", which is Czech and what her great-great grandmother was called. Allen will be called "Papa". They don't need to be different, I just think it will be easier than always trying to say "Grandma Lindemoen"/"Grandma Lazoritz".
I've got my temporary nursing license ready to go, just in time as my compact license from Nebraska expired. Now on to the next part of the getting [yet another] nursing license in another state. Luckily, Texas is a compact state. Unfortunately, they need more from me to get the permanent license. I will probably use the temporary as long as possible before getting the permanent license. With the baby coming along, I probably won't be working past early May, of course that depends on how I feel and how we're doing on our Jeep payments. ;)
It would also be very hard to go back to work in the few short months here before we move on to the next place. I want to be home with the baby! At least for a few months. Chris understands. He'd be a stay-at-home dad if he could. It looks Chris will "wing" here in Texas in about August or September, and depending on space at the next step, we will move whenever they have space for him! It sounds like our friends that are in the Navy often end up sitting around for a couple of months waiting for the next step. Chris and I are ready for the next step. Now. South Texas is pretty gross, although I admit the weather is fairly nice here. We are supposed to get rain for the next three days, though, which is unfortunate, considering we sold the Jeep and Chris had to rescue me from the rain last time it rained like this. I will probably be at work for the next couple of days, though, so it shouldn't affect us too much.
Now that I'm further into MasterChef Junior, I've decided that they should have MasterChef Pregnant, and just watch all the to-be-moms gag over raw chicken as they try to decide what might sound good to other people, let alone themselves.
I'm now bawling because all the little kids went to hug another kid because her chicken was raw and she is totally going home.
HORMONES.
Um, ok, whatever silly article.
A couple of days later? Suddenly all of my joints are popping like bubble wrap, hips included. Hello, sciatica? What is this shooting pain down the right side of my rear, making me bend over with a hand on my back in my best elderly impression? No. This can't be happening.
The other surprising new symptom? Dizziness. Orthostatic hypotension. God forbid I spring out of bed, because if I do, I won't get very far. Luckily, something, or some dog is never far away.
The 239th Marine Corps Birthday Ball is this weekend in Corpus. We've got a dogsitter, a hotel, and great friends to spend it with. I'm wearing my dress from my cousin's wedding this summer. It should have enough wiggle room for this expanding belly of mine, still be comfortable, and look decent next to Chris. When the boys are in their blues, I feel like I become more like a...well-placed accent piece. I mean, Chris in his blues? My favorite.
We've been down to one car since selling the Jeep last week. I remember thinking, "Oh, this won't be a problem! It will be so easy to figure out who needs the car and when!" Wrong. Cranky-pants had to pick me up from the nail salon yesterday because I had gone to get my toenails done for this weekend. He had explained to me previously that he could just paint them for me. I asked if that included the massage and callous removal, he said it wouldn't. I didn't have to explain any further. Yes, so, cranky pants had to come pick me up. It's funny, because I'm not cute when I'm cranky. I'm just a monster. But when Chris is cranky? He's adorable. I just want to pinch his cheeks.
He's gone all day today. Which means no car for me, not that I had plans anyway. He has two simulators AND he has to practice to be in the sword ceremony for the Birthday Ball. This puts him away all day long. I should be getting lots done, but as you can read, I'm just blogging instead. And watching MasterChef Junior, trying to figure out how to jump-start the fetus as a professional chef.
I wonder at what point "the fetus" will be referred to as "the baby" or something more? For now, the fetus sticks. It's what everyone here refers to, anyway.
Sheila and Allen have picked out their "grandparent" names. Sheila will be called "Bubbi", which is Czech and what her great-great grandmother was called. Allen will be called "Papa". They don't need to be different, I just think it will be easier than always trying to say "Grandma Lindemoen"/"Grandma Lazoritz".
I've got my temporary nursing license ready to go, just in time as my compact license from Nebraska expired. Now on to the next part of the getting [yet another] nursing license in another state. Luckily, Texas is a compact state. Unfortunately, they need more from me to get the permanent license. I will probably use the temporary as long as possible before getting the permanent license. With the baby coming along, I probably won't be working past early May, of course that depends on how I feel and how we're doing on our Jeep payments. ;)
It would also be very hard to go back to work in the few short months here before we move on to the next place. I want to be home with the baby! At least for a few months. Chris understands. He'd be a stay-at-home dad if he could. It looks Chris will "wing" here in Texas in about August or September, and depending on space at the next step, we will move whenever they have space for him! It sounds like our friends that are in the Navy often end up sitting around for a couple of months waiting for the next step. Chris and I are ready for the next step. Now. South Texas is pretty gross, although I admit the weather is fairly nice here. We are supposed to get rain for the next three days, though, which is unfortunate, considering we sold the Jeep and Chris had to rescue me from the rain last time it rained like this. I will probably be at work for the next couple of days, though, so it shouldn't affect us too much.
Now that I'm further into MasterChef Junior, I've decided that they should have MasterChef Pregnant, and just watch all the to-be-moms gag over raw chicken as they try to decide what might sound good to other people, let alone themselves.
I'm now bawling because all the little kids went to hug another kid because her chicken was raw and she is totally going home.
HORMONES.
Monday, November 3, 2014
9-Month Growth Spurt
Well, truth be told this will be a backdated blog post, to
September 24th, in fact. The day that will forever go down in
history as the day I peed on a fifth stick that agreed with the other four,
that Chris and I had indeed done it.
Well, that, and then made a baby. I don’t mean to be vulgar! I’m just in disbelief. I don’t feel very different even with a miracle inside of me. I will admit that I got a weird cramp in my leg today, and a bit nauseous the other night, and have craved pickles and chicken alfredo, and once burst out crying for no reason, but other than that I have felt pretty normal. Oh, and then there was that day that my nose started running and I was definitely not sick. Profusely.
The one large thing that stuck out that made me think, “Hmm…I feel different”, was when “Horse With No Name” came on the radio and I didn’t change the radio station. My mom would vouch for me-I hate, hate, hate that song. I scream until someone turns it off. When I heard this the second time this week, I even hummed along.
I know, it’s disgusting.
I have my first doctor’s appointment tomorrow, just to confirm that the pee tests don’t lie. Chris is able to go with me, thank goodness. I’m sure they will just do some bloodwork so it won’t be exciting for Chris but it’s important for him to be there for me! He might not be able to come to a lot of the later appointments, so it’s important that he goes while he can. And afterward, we are going out for a “fancy” breakfast. Probably at iHop.
Mama needs some French toast. Oops. There’s another craving for you.
We’ve already established that Chris has been forbidden from suggesting any type of food in my presence UNLESS that specific food is sitting right in front of me.
The hardest part of this, so far, is knowing that my LAST beer was a Corona. I bought a six-pack the night before I took the first test and had one. Not great. I mean, it’s Corona. Anyway, took the test the next day and realized that my last beer for quite some time was a Corona. I could have done SO MUCH BETTER had I known/had some insight.
It will all be worth it in the end. I pray that our little one makes it to that important 12-week mark so I can share our news with all of you, but I realize that a lot of things can happen and it’s all in God’s hands. We were honestly only trying for two months, so it’s a miracle in itself that this happened so quickly.
For now, we’re just letting the news sink in, and waiting for our appointment tomorrow to confirm this. I go home for Kerrie’s wedding next week, and I’m going to have to come up with quite a lie to avoid the alcohol. J
September 26th, 2014
Normally, if I were not pregnant, I would be an absolutely PMS-y monster, but instead I regularly have fits of the giggles. I was trying to type up this entry when Chris stole my computer. He likes to read what I write (and then make fun of it). I yelled at him for stealing the computer and interrupting my creative juices, so then he told me he would type for me. This is what happened:
Well, that, and then made a baby. I don’t mean to be vulgar! I’m just in disbelief. I don’t feel very different even with a miracle inside of me. I will admit that I got a weird cramp in my leg today, and a bit nauseous the other night, and have craved pickles and chicken alfredo, and once burst out crying for no reason, but other than that I have felt pretty normal. Oh, and then there was that day that my nose started running and I was definitely not sick. Profusely.
The one large thing that stuck out that made me think, “Hmm…I feel different”, was when “Horse With No Name” came on the radio and I didn’t change the radio station. My mom would vouch for me-I hate, hate, hate that song. I scream until someone turns it off. When I heard this the second time this week, I even hummed along.
I know, it’s disgusting.
I have my first doctor’s appointment tomorrow, just to confirm that the pee tests don’t lie. Chris is able to go with me, thank goodness. I’m sure they will just do some bloodwork so it won’t be exciting for Chris but it’s important for him to be there for me! He might not be able to come to a lot of the later appointments, so it’s important that he goes while he can. And afterward, we are going out for a “fancy” breakfast. Probably at iHop.
Mama needs some French toast. Oops. There’s another craving for you.
We’ve already established that Chris has been forbidden from suggesting any type of food in my presence UNLESS that specific food is sitting right in front of me.
The hardest part of this, so far, is knowing that my LAST beer was a Corona. I bought a six-pack the night before I took the first test and had one. Not great. I mean, it’s Corona. Anyway, took the test the next day and realized that my last beer for quite some time was a Corona. I could have done SO MUCH BETTER had I known/had some insight.
It will all be worth it in the end. I pray that our little one makes it to that important 12-week mark so I can share our news with all of you, but I realize that a lot of things can happen and it’s all in God’s hands. We were honestly only trying for two months, so it’s a miracle in itself that this happened so quickly.
For now, we’re just letting the news sink in, and waiting for our appointment tomorrow to confirm this. I go home for Kerrie’s wedding next week, and I’m going to have to come up with quite a lie to avoid the alcohol. J
September 26th, 2014
Normally, if I were not pregnant, I would be an absolutely PMS-y monster, but instead I regularly have fits of the giggles. I was trying to type up this entry when Chris stole my computer. He likes to read what I write (and then make fun of it). I yelled at him for stealing the computer and interrupting my creative juices, so then he told me he would type for me. This is what happened:
Nope nope nope nope nope. Lol. Snort. Lol. LMAO. Mmmm. Lol.
LMAO. LMAO. You so funny, you so funny. Lol. One two three, bloo bloo bloo bloo
bloo bloo. Stop it lol. STOP IT. *So are you going to go tonight?* Yes. Can I
have my computer back? Lol
We are headed to a friend’s tonight so the boys can play poker. I, meanwhile, have to make a stop at Dairy Queen for ice cream so I can fill my mouth with ice cream all night so no one suspects anything or offers me a drink! Hopefully I can stay up long enough; I’m already tired and I haven’t done a darn thing today.
It is already more difficult to run. I feel heavier, and slower, and it’s harder to breathe. Also, my joints feel more loose, and my hips feel different. How is this possible after just four weeks? And now, all of a sudden, I get foot cramps. I was beating Chris last week; this week he’s beating me!
I don’t know if my general odor has changed, or grown stronger, or suddenly my nose is that of a bloodhound’s, but I don’t like the way that I smell anymore. I’m going to have to modify it. I don’t know how to put it better than that.
Today, after being on cloud nine all day, I went to Wal-Mart to get some lemonade (because water is great and all, but my taste buds want something else to drink). While I was there, I saw TWIN GIRLS have the MELTDOWN OF THE CENTURY because their mom wouldn’t buy them a bike. You know how big Wal-Mart is, but did you know I could hear them screaming at the opposite end of the store? It was terrible. I must have looked like a deer-in-headlights, pretending to be overly interested in some pens, thinking, “Oh my Lord, what have we done”. BUT it wasn’t JUST those girls-it seemed like suddenly every child I saw was crying and carrying on. I couldn’t get out of the store fast enough and into my car to take some deep breaths.
I’m glad Chris wasn’t there. He would have reacted in a bigger way.
I brought Chris a poppy seed in bed last night and asked him, “Do you know what this is?” He didn’t, and I explained that it was a poppy seed and our baby was that size. We felt sort of guilty when we threw away the poppy seed because we were enthralled by it for about five minutes.
I love that you can hold something that is the same size to truly understand what we’re dealing with.
Chris has also discovered that if he makes me mad, all he has to do is put a hand on my stomach and I smile. It's over. I have a weakness.
I’m working on the nursery. Even though it has a full bed in it right now, I’m gradually working toward the cow print/red/blue theme. Hopefully that works for either gender.
I’m a little terrified of miscarriage. There’s a chance it could happen, so whenever Chris bumps into me I yell “You’re going to dislodge it!” I’m sure it wouldn’t happen like that, but it’s fun to tease him.
September 28th, 2014
Chris and I went to Corpus Christi today with plans we found exciting. We started at Barnes and Noble, where Chris bought “The Caveman’s Guide to Pregnancy”, and I’ve caught him reading it three times today. I bought myself “The Belly Book” and “Bumpology” to read on the flight home on Wednesday. Yes, I am going home in just three short days! Which means I have lots to do before then!
The Barnes and Noble had a Starbucks, and since I now have to limit my caffeine, I had to ask the [I assume] high schooler behind the counter for the nutrition facts. She managed to find a binder (after five minutes) that had all of the nutrition facts for their drinks. I assume this content is available online somewhere, but I neglected to check the calorie and instead looked toward the caffeine. I found a coffee I could get away with and Chris got to order what he actually wanted, instead of getting something we could share. It was kind of embarrassing, and he teased me about it, until I reminded him that I am the one modifying my lifestyle, NOT him. That shut him up pretty quick.
I do think he will have to stop smoking the occasional cigar, because the smell absolutely repulses me. I also wish I could ignore the fact that he can still drink beer, because I love the smell so much I almost suck it up my nose. I would love to just dip the tip of my tongue in a cold draft. I’ll probably have to break down and have a Busch NA one of these days. Gross, right?
We met one of Chris’ friends for lunch. He is here to learn to fly C-130s. Most of the lunch, I smiled to myself, because we have this secret. His friend didn’t know that he is meeting with three Lazoritzes, even if one of us is the size of a poppy seed.
Following lunch, we went to Target to try out jogging strollers. Chris laughed at me ACTUALLY jogging around the store. He had to check out the tires/rims/other man things that did not interest me. We agreed green is an appropriate color. We also looked at all the other baby gear. Chris is not impressed with all the things we are going to have to buy for this little one. Or the clutter that might accrue. I try to behave myself, but I could not help but buy our little one this flannel today. His grandma and dad have the same one!
Notice I say, “his” like I think it’s a boy? I do.
We are headed to a friend’s tonight so the boys can play poker. I, meanwhile, have to make a stop at Dairy Queen for ice cream so I can fill my mouth with ice cream all night so no one suspects anything or offers me a drink! Hopefully I can stay up long enough; I’m already tired and I haven’t done a darn thing today.
It is already more difficult to run. I feel heavier, and slower, and it’s harder to breathe. Also, my joints feel more loose, and my hips feel different. How is this possible after just four weeks? And now, all of a sudden, I get foot cramps. I was beating Chris last week; this week he’s beating me!
I don’t know if my general odor has changed, or grown stronger, or suddenly my nose is that of a bloodhound’s, but I don’t like the way that I smell anymore. I’m going to have to modify it. I don’t know how to put it better than that.
Today, after being on cloud nine all day, I went to Wal-Mart to get some lemonade (because water is great and all, but my taste buds want something else to drink). While I was there, I saw TWIN GIRLS have the MELTDOWN OF THE CENTURY because their mom wouldn’t buy them a bike. You know how big Wal-Mart is, but did you know I could hear them screaming at the opposite end of the store? It was terrible. I must have looked like a deer-in-headlights, pretending to be overly interested in some pens, thinking, “Oh my Lord, what have we done”. BUT it wasn’t JUST those girls-it seemed like suddenly every child I saw was crying and carrying on. I couldn’t get out of the store fast enough and into my car to take some deep breaths.
I’m glad Chris wasn’t there. He would have reacted in a bigger way.
I brought Chris a poppy seed in bed last night and asked him, “Do you know what this is?” He didn’t, and I explained that it was a poppy seed and our baby was that size. We felt sort of guilty when we threw away the poppy seed because we were enthralled by it for about five minutes.
I love that you can hold something that is the same size to truly understand what we’re dealing with.
Chris has also discovered that if he makes me mad, all he has to do is put a hand on my stomach and I smile. It's over. I have a weakness.
I’m working on the nursery. Even though it has a full bed in it right now, I’m gradually working toward the cow print/red/blue theme. Hopefully that works for either gender.
I’m a little terrified of miscarriage. There’s a chance it could happen, so whenever Chris bumps into me I yell “You’re going to dislodge it!” I’m sure it wouldn’t happen like that, but it’s fun to tease him.
September 28th, 2014
Chris and I went to Corpus Christi today with plans we found exciting. We started at Barnes and Noble, where Chris bought “The Caveman’s Guide to Pregnancy”, and I’ve caught him reading it three times today. I bought myself “The Belly Book” and “Bumpology” to read on the flight home on Wednesday. Yes, I am going home in just three short days! Which means I have lots to do before then!
The Barnes and Noble had a Starbucks, and since I now have to limit my caffeine, I had to ask the [I assume] high schooler behind the counter for the nutrition facts. She managed to find a binder (after five minutes) that had all of the nutrition facts for their drinks. I assume this content is available online somewhere, but I neglected to check the calorie and instead looked toward the caffeine. I found a coffee I could get away with and Chris got to order what he actually wanted, instead of getting something we could share. It was kind of embarrassing, and he teased me about it, until I reminded him that I am the one modifying my lifestyle, NOT him. That shut him up pretty quick.
I do think he will have to stop smoking the occasional cigar, because the smell absolutely repulses me. I also wish I could ignore the fact that he can still drink beer, because I love the smell so much I almost suck it up my nose. I would love to just dip the tip of my tongue in a cold draft. I’ll probably have to break down and have a Busch NA one of these days. Gross, right?
We met one of Chris’ friends for lunch. He is here to learn to fly C-130s. Most of the lunch, I smiled to myself, because we have this secret. His friend didn’t know that he is meeting with three Lazoritzes, even if one of us is the size of a poppy seed.
Following lunch, we went to Target to try out jogging strollers. Chris laughed at me ACTUALLY jogging around the store. He had to check out the tires/rims/other man things that did not interest me. We agreed green is an appropriate color. We also looked at all the other baby gear. Chris is not impressed with all the things we are going to have to buy for this little one. Or the clutter that might accrue. I try to behave myself, but I could not help but buy our little one this flannel today. His grandma and dad have the same one!
Notice I say, “his” like I think it’s a boy? I do.
I went a little crazy buying cloth diapers a few weeks back,
but I thought I might as well buy the baby enough in one shipment instead of
trying to do it in increments and pay shipping. So, our darling face (so far)
has two toys, a crib (free from a fellow military spouse), a flannel, and
enough diapers to cover his bum bum for quite some time.
I’m currently watching a diaper bag on Ebay that I am in love with, but not enough to fork over $200.
After that we went to Carter’s where we had to stop ourselves from buying a jumpsuit that looked like a flightsuit, and an outfit that looked like Ruby’s face on the butt of the pants. Chris was sweet enough to let me stop to get some necklaces, so I let him grab a beer. Unfortunately, someone was smoking near me. I could have thrown up. I also wanted to attack them. They are lucky I couldn’t figure out who it was. I cannot handle that smell anymore. It makes me even more ill than it did pre-pregnant.
Pre-natal vitamins are too big and they mess up my stomach. Someone mentioned to me that you will never poop the same again, not that prunes can be your best friend, EVEN if they make you gag because of the texture.
Wednesday is my Dad’s birthday. I will only be five weeks along, but I can’t wait any longer to tell my parents. I need them to be there for me in case something were to happen. Not to mention, telling dad he is going to be a grandpa is the absolute best gift I can share with him. I know that for a fact! I’m also hoping it totally shocks mom. I think it will.
September 29th, 2014
This afternoon, I gagged on my BLT. How cruel, to gag on your BLT?! One of my most favorite foods in all the land, I had to spit out before it came out any more violently. Ugh. How frustrating. Along with somewhat constant heartburn, I must keep reminding myself that this is all worth it in the end, and it’s probably going to get a lot worse before it gets any better!
I will say that baby did allow me to run seven miles yesterday. They weren’t super fast by any means, but at least I kept pushing! I will probably taking it easier for the next couple of days, until I can be sure my body can handle that.
Chris freaked out yesterday. I was washing my hair and he saw the red in the drain. He didn’t know what it meant. When I got out of the shower and found him, he looked terribly sad. I had to ask why, and he said he didn’t know what it meant. I had to reassure him that everything was fine and it was just red hair dye! Poor guy.
Hopefully, his Caveman baby daddy book will help with the questions. I’ve got tons of questions myself. It’s why I can’t wait to tell mom that we’re pregnant, so I have someone to answer questions besides my poor friend, Sarah, who will probably get sick of me fast!
I ordered Burt’s Bees for myself, for my skin, hoping that it can handle all the stretching its about to do. I am already noticing how dry my skin is! I’m also itchy all of the time. Everywhere. Sigh.
Present Day:
Over a month later and I am in the throes of morning sickness. Everyone asks me, "Do you have morning sickness?" Well, the answer is yes, it's just that I get mine at night. Usually after 5pm and then goes until I fall asleep at night. I've been lucky that I haven't actually thrown up, I just feel incredibly crappy, dizzy, nauseous, etc. Benadryl helps at bedtime and helps me sleep. I don't take anything for general aches and pains. Only Benadryl for nausea.
I was quite surprised to find out that we are going to be able to find out if we are having a boy or girl at only 10 weeks along. My next appointment is a little past that, but in just over a week we will know what we are having. I think that is absolutely crazy, but good for someone like me that is a planner and a control freak. This way I can watch sales for clothes, and adjust the nursery decor (or have mom do it, since she's the one sewing it all). Chris is like me. He NEEDS to know. This test is 99% accurate, whereas an ultrasound at 20 weeks has a much lower percentage of accuracy. I don't see why we would wait!
Chris and I go back and forth. Some days we really want a boy, others we think a girl would be so cute, but most days we have no preference. That doesn't stop me from pouring over websites, looking for every old wives' tale I can find, and testing it out.
So far:
1. Shape of belly. Is it high, big, and round? Girl. Low, sticking straight out? Boy.
Well, I was surprised that my belly just kind of popped out one day, and a lot earlier than I was expecting. It seems to be low. The sonogram tech had to dig into my pelvic bone to find anything for the ultrasound. She even commented on how low it was. I'm not sure, but OUTCOME: Boy
2. Wedding ring on a string swings in a circle? Girl. Back and forth, like a pendulum? Boy. OUTCOME: Boy
3. Chinese Gender Prediction test, based on my age and month of conception. OUTCOME: Boy
4. Cravings, sweet? Girl. Salty? Boy. OUTCOME: Inconclusive. I just love food.
5. Acne: If you have it? Girl. None? Boy. OUTCOME: Girl.
6. 71% of the time, moms know predict what they are having. OUTCOME: Boy.
7. More hair on your legs than normal? Boy. The same? Girl. OUTCOME: I'm a cavewoman, even if I shave every day. Boy.
8. If a toddler shows interest in you, you're having the opposite sex. Today a little girl flashed me a huge smile and then fixated on me. OUTCOME: Boy.
9. Mix your urine with baking soda. If it fizzes wildly? Boy. No reaction? Girl (Something to do with the pH of your urine.) OUTCOME: Girl.
10. Mayan Gender Prediction: If the age of the mother at conception and the year of conception added together are an even number? Girl. If odd: Boy. OUTCOME: Girl.
These tests are fun but I will be happy to know what the accurate answer is. I realize I need to behave myself because I now have pink and blue onesies hanging in the baby's closet. It's a little early for that, but at least there are lots of other babies in our life to pass those off to!
I take naps almost every single day that I can. I'm not much of a napper but I am telling you, once 2:00 rolls around, I'm down for the count. I've noticed that my nausea is twice as bad when I'm hungry or overtired. The other day Chris and I were running errands and it hit me at once how hungry I was. When we got to Dairy Queen and had ordered, I lay down in the booth because it's all I could do. When my shake and fries got to the table, I inhaled them. Chris cannot believe how fast and how much I can eat now.
He also can't believe what makes me cry. I haven't cried much. The usual puppy videos get me, but the other day I started crying at that video of that lady and her dog dancing to "Grease", because in my head I was thinking about how much that dog must love her, and THAT made me cry. I also started crying when I realized Chris was going to St. Louis to see his family for Thanksgiving. Although I am very jealous about that, I cried because St. Louis has this amazing pasta place with to-die-for alfredo and in my mind I was thinking that he could go there without me and that made me cry. (As dumb as that is, I just went on a search for a copycat recipe online.)
I'm telling you, hormones are RIDICULOUS.
Like my mother before me, I am showing already. She said she was into maternity clothes not long after she found out she was pregnant. I'm the same way. It may be more by choice, because I can't stand the thought of wearing anything tight, or people looking at my stomach and thinking I just ate too much that day. Sorry strangers, but I don't feel like explaining to you that my uterus is grapefruit-sized and stuffed with a green olive-sized baby. Maternity dresses have become my absolute best friends. Chris thinks I look nice and I don't feel like I have to hide anything.
Christopher and I had to sell his Jeep. We did so this past week and that was one of those weird times where I cried much harder than a normal person would have. We had so many good memories in the Jeep! Chris picked me up for our first date in his dad's car because his Jeep was "in surgery" (getting a lift kit put on). We got stuck in deep, deep snow in Randolph's countryside and had to dig out with a tiny shovel and no gloves. We slid on ice a couple of days after we started dating and he reached out to catch me and grabbed my boob. He's rescued his family multiple times in the snow-getting them to and from work and church. Once, he got stuck in the snow in Omaha and his friend Shawn had to pull him out with his little Integra. We took my brother Nick into the country once to drive through mud, and he didn't even complain when mud splashed on his arm and face. Like I said, there are a ton of good memories, but the idea of lifting a car seat into the Jeep is not something that I want to continually consider.
We sold the Jeep to a nice guy who wanted something smaller to drive than his truck, but also to be able to get dirty. His plan was to take the Jeep out in the mud, first thing. I had my fun with the Jeep the night before. We came home from a Halloween party and I went through some puddles in the park. Naturally, we got pulled over because fun isn't allowed here. The cop had pulled Chris over when we first moved here because he went the wrong way down a one-way. Luckily, he remembered us. He asked what we were doing in the park, because it closes on the weekends at 11pm. I suppose he thought we were drinking. I don't know. Well, I explained that we were selling the Jeep the very next day and we just wanted to have some fun with it. He kind of chuckled at us. Then I pointed at our house (which was 50 feet away) and said, we live RIGHT there.
He let us go.
And then we were running the next day and he pulled up behind us. We had Nalli and Bart with us and I said to Chris, great, here we go again. I think the cop must have felt badly about the night before, because he showered us with compliments about our dogs and then asked if we were going to breed them.
Yeah, because we would add to the ridiculous stray population in Texas when there are already a ridiculous amount of dogs being put down at the local shelter. And that's the only thing dogs are good for.
NO! They are family members that don't need to worry about anything but being dogs! Ugh. I was so irritated. But I realize he was going out of his way to somewhat apologize to us. And then fact check, because he asked if we sold the Jeep. We assured him that we did, and he was on his merry way.
He's nice, and I'm sure that Chris and I stick out somehow, but I was rather irritated him at this point. But also thankful he didn't give us a ticket.
Back to pregnancy talk, because that's how my mind works now. It is 1.) All over the place and 2.) Constantly revolving around pregnancy, being pregnant, and food.
I haven't found that anything (food-wise) completely turns me off. I thought that I had lucked out, because normally I'm not picky and there isn't anything I absolutely won't eat. Actually, Chipotle and I have "consciously uncoupled" (Thanks, Gwyneth) because we don't get along, but other than that it's just the general disapproval of food that bothers me. I will be in the store, something will sound DELICIOUS and I MUST HAVE IT NOW. So I buy all of the ingredients. By the time I get home, it sounds terrible. Food cravings come in very quick waves and I move on quite quickly.
I revolve around food. Plain and simple. :)
I’m currently watching a diaper bag on Ebay that I am in love with, but not enough to fork over $200.
After that we went to Carter’s where we had to stop ourselves from buying a jumpsuit that looked like a flightsuit, and an outfit that looked like Ruby’s face on the butt of the pants. Chris was sweet enough to let me stop to get some necklaces, so I let him grab a beer. Unfortunately, someone was smoking near me. I could have thrown up. I also wanted to attack them. They are lucky I couldn’t figure out who it was. I cannot handle that smell anymore. It makes me even more ill than it did pre-pregnant.
Pre-natal vitamins are too big and they mess up my stomach. Someone mentioned to me that you will never poop the same again, not that prunes can be your best friend, EVEN if they make you gag because of the texture.
Wednesday is my Dad’s birthday. I will only be five weeks along, but I can’t wait any longer to tell my parents. I need them to be there for me in case something were to happen. Not to mention, telling dad he is going to be a grandpa is the absolute best gift I can share with him. I know that for a fact! I’m also hoping it totally shocks mom. I think it will.
September 29th, 2014
This afternoon, I gagged on my BLT. How cruel, to gag on your BLT?! One of my most favorite foods in all the land, I had to spit out before it came out any more violently. Ugh. How frustrating. Along with somewhat constant heartburn, I must keep reminding myself that this is all worth it in the end, and it’s probably going to get a lot worse before it gets any better!
I will say that baby did allow me to run seven miles yesterday. They weren’t super fast by any means, but at least I kept pushing! I will probably taking it easier for the next couple of days, until I can be sure my body can handle that.
Chris freaked out yesterday. I was washing my hair and he saw the red in the drain. He didn’t know what it meant. When I got out of the shower and found him, he looked terribly sad. I had to ask why, and he said he didn’t know what it meant. I had to reassure him that everything was fine and it was just red hair dye! Poor guy.
Hopefully, his Caveman baby daddy book will help with the questions. I’ve got tons of questions myself. It’s why I can’t wait to tell mom that we’re pregnant, so I have someone to answer questions besides my poor friend, Sarah, who will probably get sick of me fast!
I ordered Burt’s Bees for myself, for my skin, hoping that it can handle all the stretching its about to do. I am already noticing how dry my skin is! I’m also itchy all of the time. Everywhere. Sigh.
Present Day:
Over a month later and I am in the throes of morning sickness. Everyone asks me, "Do you have morning sickness?" Well, the answer is yes, it's just that I get mine at night. Usually after 5pm and then goes until I fall asleep at night. I've been lucky that I haven't actually thrown up, I just feel incredibly crappy, dizzy, nauseous, etc. Benadryl helps at bedtime and helps me sleep. I don't take anything for general aches and pains. Only Benadryl for nausea.
I was quite surprised to find out that we are going to be able to find out if we are having a boy or girl at only 10 weeks along. My next appointment is a little past that, but in just over a week we will know what we are having. I think that is absolutely crazy, but good for someone like me that is a planner and a control freak. This way I can watch sales for clothes, and adjust the nursery decor (or have mom do it, since she's the one sewing it all). Chris is like me. He NEEDS to know. This test is 99% accurate, whereas an ultrasound at 20 weeks has a much lower percentage of accuracy. I don't see why we would wait!
Chris and I go back and forth. Some days we really want a boy, others we think a girl would be so cute, but most days we have no preference. That doesn't stop me from pouring over websites, looking for every old wives' tale I can find, and testing it out.
So far:
1. Shape of belly. Is it high, big, and round? Girl. Low, sticking straight out? Boy.
Well, I was surprised that my belly just kind of popped out one day, and a lot earlier than I was expecting. It seems to be low. The sonogram tech had to dig into my pelvic bone to find anything for the ultrasound. She even commented on how low it was. I'm not sure, but OUTCOME: Boy
2. Wedding ring on a string swings in a circle? Girl. Back and forth, like a pendulum? Boy. OUTCOME: Boy
3. Chinese Gender Prediction test, based on my age and month of conception. OUTCOME: Boy
4. Cravings, sweet? Girl. Salty? Boy. OUTCOME: Inconclusive. I just love food.
5. Acne: If you have it? Girl. None? Boy. OUTCOME: Girl.
6. 71% of the time, moms know predict what they are having. OUTCOME: Boy.
7. More hair on your legs than normal? Boy. The same? Girl. OUTCOME: I'm a cavewoman, even if I shave every day. Boy.
8. If a toddler shows interest in you, you're having the opposite sex. Today a little girl flashed me a huge smile and then fixated on me. OUTCOME: Boy.
9. Mix your urine with baking soda. If it fizzes wildly? Boy. No reaction? Girl (Something to do with the pH of your urine.) OUTCOME: Girl.
10. Mayan Gender Prediction: If the age of the mother at conception and the year of conception added together are an even number? Girl. If odd: Boy. OUTCOME: Girl.
These tests are fun but I will be happy to know what the accurate answer is. I realize I need to behave myself because I now have pink and blue onesies hanging in the baby's closet. It's a little early for that, but at least there are lots of other babies in our life to pass those off to!
I take naps almost every single day that I can. I'm not much of a napper but I am telling you, once 2:00 rolls around, I'm down for the count. I've noticed that my nausea is twice as bad when I'm hungry or overtired. The other day Chris and I were running errands and it hit me at once how hungry I was. When we got to Dairy Queen and had ordered, I lay down in the booth because it's all I could do. When my shake and fries got to the table, I inhaled them. Chris cannot believe how fast and how much I can eat now.
He also can't believe what makes me cry. I haven't cried much. The usual puppy videos get me, but the other day I started crying at that video of that lady and her dog dancing to "Grease", because in my head I was thinking about how much that dog must love her, and THAT made me cry. I also started crying when I realized Chris was going to St. Louis to see his family for Thanksgiving. Although I am very jealous about that, I cried because St. Louis has this amazing pasta place with to-die-for alfredo and in my mind I was thinking that he could go there without me and that made me cry. (As dumb as that is, I just went on a search for a copycat recipe online.)
I'm telling you, hormones are RIDICULOUS.
Like my mother before me, I am showing already. She said she was into maternity clothes not long after she found out she was pregnant. I'm the same way. It may be more by choice, because I can't stand the thought of wearing anything tight, or people looking at my stomach and thinking I just ate too much that day. Sorry strangers, but I don't feel like explaining to you that my uterus is grapefruit-sized and stuffed with a green olive-sized baby. Maternity dresses have become my absolute best friends. Chris thinks I look nice and I don't feel like I have to hide anything.
Christopher and I had to sell his Jeep. We did so this past week and that was one of those weird times where I cried much harder than a normal person would have. We had so many good memories in the Jeep! Chris picked me up for our first date in his dad's car because his Jeep was "in surgery" (getting a lift kit put on). We got stuck in deep, deep snow in Randolph's countryside and had to dig out with a tiny shovel and no gloves. We slid on ice a couple of days after we started dating and he reached out to catch me and grabbed my boob. He's rescued his family multiple times in the snow-getting them to and from work and church. Once, he got stuck in the snow in Omaha and his friend Shawn had to pull him out with his little Integra. We took my brother Nick into the country once to drive through mud, and he didn't even complain when mud splashed on his arm and face. Like I said, there are a ton of good memories, but the idea of lifting a car seat into the Jeep is not something that I want to continually consider.
We sold the Jeep to a nice guy who wanted something smaller to drive than his truck, but also to be able to get dirty. His plan was to take the Jeep out in the mud, first thing. I had my fun with the Jeep the night before. We came home from a Halloween party and I went through some puddles in the park. Naturally, we got pulled over because fun isn't allowed here. The cop had pulled Chris over when we first moved here because he went the wrong way down a one-way. Luckily, he remembered us. He asked what we were doing in the park, because it closes on the weekends at 11pm. I suppose he thought we were drinking. I don't know. Well, I explained that we were selling the Jeep the very next day and we just wanted to have some fun with it. He kind of chuckled at us. Then I pointed at our house (which was 50 feet away) and said, we live RIGHT there.
He let us go.
And then we were running the next day and he pulled up behind us. We had Nalli and Bart with us and I said to Chris, great, here we go again. I think the cop must have felt badly about the night before, because he showered us with compliments about our dogs and then asked if we were going to breed them.
Yeah, because we would add to the ridiculous stray population in Texas when there are already a ridiculous amount of dogs being put down at the local shelter. And that's the only thing dogs are good for.
NO! They are family members that don't need to worry about anything but being dogs! Ugh. I was so irritated. But I realize he was going out of his way to somewhat apologize to us. And then fact check, because he asked if we sold the Jeep. We assured him that we did, and he was on his merry way.
He's nice, and I'm sure that Chris and I stick out somehow, but I was rather irritated him at this point. But also thankful he didn't give us a ticket.
Back to pregnancy talk, because that's how my mind works now. It is 1.) All over the place and 2.) Constantly revolving around pregnancy, being pregnant, and food.
I haven't found that anything (food-wise) completely turns me off. I thought that I had lucked out, because normally I'm not picky and there isn't anything I absolutely won't eat. Actually, Chipotle and I have "consciously uncoupled" (Thanks, Gwyneth) because we don't get along, but other than that it's just the general disapproval of food that bothers me. I will be in the store, something will sound DELICIOUS and I MUST HAVE IT NOW. So I buy all of the ingredients. By the time I get home, it sounds terrible. Food cravings come in very quick waves and I move on quite quickly.
I revolve around food. Plain and simple. :)
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