Like a pregnant woman weighed. Oy. I have officially put on twenty-one pounds at 24 weeks of pregnancy. The good news is that most people don't believe that I weigh as much as I do. Nonetheless, I think some light weight lifting is in order. I just don't want to put on 80 lbs. That will require an awful lot of work in about 5 months to get back to my original weight before my 30th birthday and I just don't think I have that in me.
Not too much else is new except I am OBSESSING over where I will house this child once my womb is no longer adequate. Our house is great, but our 2 bedrooms are on 2 separate floors. I have been just wracking my brains trying to figure out if the baby should be on the main floor (carpet, ceiling fan, better temperature control) or the lower floor bedroom (bigger room, easier to decorate, quieter). I think I have it finally figured it out based on the fact that the kiddo usually rooms in with parents for a couple of months, especially if you plan on breastfeeding (I do). I will probably obsess for a couple more weeks before putting all of my plans into action...
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
It was a Dear Diary Moment this week when a complete stranger commented on my pregnancy! Yay! I finally look pregnant enough for people to not be afraid of just making offensive comments to a chubby chick! Everyone is commenting that I'm all belly and boob, but after some recent photos surfaced, I think that it's time to start lifting some light weights in the upper arm region. I am not liking what is developing up there.
Baby Bear continues to kick and squirm. Once I felt him/her ball up like a little worm! It is equally strange and awesome. I cannot believe that there is a little person in there that is half me and half The Bear. I just cannot wait to count fingers and toes. Oh those toes! How I cannot wait to pinch them!
Over the past weekend, while I was sleeping, The Bear was fondling my belly and Baby Bear was moving all around. Creepy! I told him that he's no longer allowed to do that. But I am very happy that he can feel our baby move. Actually a couple of my coworkers have felt my little nudger. Baby Bear either loves it or hates it when I drink something cold or a little coffee and usually delivers a couple of swift kicks in response.
Other than that, I'm just sort of cooling my heels here in pregnancy land...I'm enjoying the blissful energy that I have, daydreaming about rocking a newborn, and tweaking our registry. I have my 24 week appointment next week...nothing fancy, just pee in a cup, weight check, and doppler my belly. Oh and I will have to schedule my dreaded glucose tolerance test. Ugh, I've heard enough horror stories about this to keep me up at night. Stay tuned...
Baby Bear continues to kick and squirm. Once I felt him/her ball up like a little worm! It is equally strange and awesome. I cannot believe that there is a little person in there that is half me and half The Bear. I just cannot wait to count fingers and toes. Oh those toes! How I cannot wait to pinch them!
Over the past weekend, while I was sleeping, The Bear was fondling my belly and Baby Bear was moving all around. Creepy! I told him that he's no longer allowed to do that. But I am very happy that he can feel our baby move. Actually a couple of my coworkers have felt my little nudger. Baby Bear either loves it or hates it when I drink something cold or a little coffee and usually delivers a couple of swift kicks in response.
Other than that, I'm just sort of cooling my heels here in pregnancy land...I'm enjoying the blissful energy that I have, daydreaming about rocking a newborn, and tweaking our registry. I have my 24 week appointment next week...nothing fancy, just pee in a cup, weight check, and doppler my belly. Oh and I will have to schedule my dreaded glucose tolerance test. Ugh, I've heard enough horror stories about this to keep me up at night. Stay tuned...
Sunday, August 22, 2010
I Am Growing By The Minute
Sometimes I look down at my stomach and I swear that I am expanding before my very eyes. I haven't stepped on the scale lately. Last time I checked, I had put on about 14 lbs. I'm a little scared to jump back on and see how much I've packed on. All my new maternity clothes are still fitting and my old wardrobe is shrinking. It's my understanding that this is how things naturally progress.
I am feeling little kicks and punches here and there and I'm totally loving it. I often look down at my stomach and smile. When I'm walking around, people must think I'm totally insane because I smile to myself a lot. I am just so happy and I am truly loving be pregnant right now. Ask me how I feel around December 20th, though, and I might be singing a different tune!
I'm finishing little projects up around the house and I hoping to start on the nursery next month. I have a lot of things picked out in my brain and I am just waiting until this house business is done before I get cracking.
We are most likely not going to sell the house. We have about another month to keep it on the market and then we'll take it off so we can nest and get it prepared for Baby Bear. We are toying around with the idea of sprucing up the kitchen--backsplash, paint...easy cosmetic stuff.
The Bear was promoted at work--yay! But now he's even busier than before. But this is a wonderful thing. I am so proud! Other than that, I'm just working and growing and hoping to get organized.
I am feeling little kicks and punches here and there and I'm totally loving it. I often look down at my stomach and smile. When I'm walking around, people must think I'm totally insane because I smile to myself a lot. I am just so happy and I am truly loving be pregnant right now. Ask me how I feel around December 20th, though, and I might be singing a different tune!
I'm finishing little projects up around the house and I hoping to start on the nursery next month. I have a lot of things picked out in my brain and I am just waiting until this house business is done before I get cracking.
We are most likely not going to sell the house. We have about another month to keep it on the market and then we'll take it off so we can nest and get it prepared for Baby Bear. We are toying around with the idea of sprucing up the kitchen--backsplash, paint...easy cosmetic stuff.
The Bear was promoted at work--yay! But now he's even busier than before. But this is a wonderful thing. I am so proud! Other than that, I'm just working and growing and hoping to get organized.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
I think I'm...
ready for my new body. Don't get me wrong, I am loving being pregnant. I feel so energetic. I imagine this is what cocaine feels like. Sometimes I have so much energy I could clean my entire house at 2AM. But I am not so pleased with some of the other changes. Like the cellulite covering my ass. Or just my ass in general. Or the bulging varicose vein in my left thigh that I happened to notice when I was wearing shorts whilst enjoying a nice summer evening. I guess I am ready for my full body Jobst stocking.
The Bear and I had our ultrasound last week. It was truly amazing. I cried the entire time. Baby Bear is a thumb sucker! He/she had hiccups, too. Oh, and in case you were wondering; Baby Bear also has The Bear's profile. Or at least I think so!
I'm starting to feel kicks and somersaults. A couple of nights ago, Baby Bear was so active The Bear could actually feel the movements for the first time. It was such a special moment. I'm tearing up just thinking about it.
Baby Bear's gender is a surprise. It was very difficult to look away from the screen in order to see if a teeny, tiny penis was present or not. I go back and forth in my head about if we are Team Blue or Team Pink. I honestly have no idea. Ninety percent of people I know think I am having a boy based on how I am carrying. I guess we'll have to wait until around December 26th to find out...
The Bear and I had our ultrasound last week. It was truly amazing. I cried the entire time. Baby Bear is a thumb sucker! He/she had hiccups, too. Oh, and in case you were wondering; Baby Bear also has The Bear's profile. Or at least I think so!
I'm starting to feel kicks and somersaults. A couple of nights ago, Baby Bear was so active The Bear could actually feel the movements for the first time. It was such a special moment. I'm tearing up just thinking about it.
Baby Bear's gender is a surprise. It was very difficult to look away from the screen in order to see if a teeny, tiny penis was present or not. I go back and forth in my head about if we are Team Blue or Team Pink. I honestly have no idea. Ninety percent of people I know think I am having a boy based on how I am carrying. I guess we'll have to wait until around December 26th to find out...
Sunday, August 1, 2010
I've Gotta Feeling...
...and I'm pretty sure it's just gas. I am anxiously awaiting the first little flutter, nudge, or butterfly kiss from this kid and I've got nothing. Well, I thought I was feeling stuff, but now I'm not so sure. Soon enough Baby Bear will be keeping me up with his/her acrobatics in the middle of the night.
I am proudly growing more and more each day. The Bear was out of town for the weekend and he has noticed a difference in my tummy size in the two short days that he was away. Anything that I wear on my bottom half has to be maternity clothing or have a stretchy waistband. I'm pleasantly surprised by how comfortable most of my new clothing is.
In one week, The Bear and I get to see our little guy/girl again! The last time we had an ultrasound was at 10 weeks, but it seems so long ago! I just want to check out the baby's profile and make sure it doesn't have The Bear's nose :) Just kidding, it's a great schnoz...just on a boy.
The past couple of days, I have been alive with energy. I don't think I've been this productive in 10 years. It was a good weekend, although I really missed my better half. I'm happy he's back home safe and sound.
I am proudly growing more and more each day. The Bear was out of town for the weekend and he has noticed a difference in my tummy size in the two short days that he was away. Anything that I wear on my bottom half has to be maternity clothing or have a stretchy waistband. I'm pleasantly surprised by how comfortable most of my new clothing is.
In one week, The Bear and I get to see our little guy/girl again! The last time we had an ultrasound was at 10 weeks, but it seems so long ago! I just want to check out the baby's profile and make sure it doesn't have The Bear's nose :) Just kidding, it's a great schnoz...just on a boy.
The past couple of days, I have been alive with energy. I don't think I've been this productive in 10 years. It was a good weekend, although I really missed my better half. I'm happy he's back home safe and sound.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Eeek! I'm having a hard time keeping up with this blog! My energy spurts seem to come and go. I think I have about one productive day to every eight lazy ones. It's a shame considering all of the projects I would like to finish before this little nugget makes an appearance.
Speaking of which, this little nugget (which I imagine looks EXACTLY like The Bear) is progressing well. Everything was good at the last visit and I scheduled my anatomy scan for 19w6d.
I have put on the appropriate amount of weight, give or take a pound and bowel movement or two. Unfortunately, the scale at Dr. C's office is in dire need of calibration because I weighed in at ten pounds heavier than my last visit four weeks ago. I politely (but firmly) requested to be weighed on a different scale and I've put on about 5 lbs. That's a pretty big difference between scales!
I've been pretty sore in my back, especially my lower back--which is something totally new for me. My neck and back pain is due partly to my TMJ. I went to visit my TMJ doc on Monday and she said that I have a lot of tension in my face and neck and to keep up with my exercises. There are these fabulously ghetto massage chairs at the TMJ office and I always use them when I'm waiting for my appointment. It felt so good this last time, I almost moaned out loud. Seriously. I think it might be time to schedule another prenatal massage.
The problem with my prenatal masseuse is, while she's VERY nice and VERY skilled, she's such a TALKER. Listen, I don't want to talk. I want my back rubbed. It kills. This is my therapy session, not yours. Ugh. But she gives one kick ass massage.
The next phase of The Bear's Grand Nesting Project has involved our house officially being on the market. We started out of the gates quite quickly with four showings and an open house--all within the first week. Now, it's like hearing crickets. SLOW. Oh well, it might be really nice to stay at our little home and get it ready for Baby Bear.
Speaking of which, this little nugget (which I imagine looks EXACTLY like The Bear) is progressing well. Everything was good at the last visit and I scheduled my anatomy scan for 19w6d.
I have put on the appropriate amount of weight, give or take a pound and bowel movement or two. Unfortunately, the scale at Dr. C's office is in dire need of calibration because I weighed in at ten pounds heavier than my last visit four weeks ago. I politely (but firmly) requested to be weighed on a different scale and I've put on about 5 lbs. That's a pretty big difference between scales!
I've been pretty sore in my back, especially my lower back--which is something totally new for me. My neck and back pain is due partly to my TMJ. I went to visit my TMJ doc on Monday and she said that I have a lot of tension in my face and neck and to keep up with my exercises. There are these fabulously ghetto massage chairs at the TMJ office and I always use them when I'm waiting for my appointment. It felt so good this last time, I almost moaned out loud. Seriously. I think it might be time to schedule another prenatal massage.
The problem with my prenatal masseuse is, while she's VERY nice and VERY skilled, she's such a TALKER. Listen, I don't want to talk. I want my back rubbed. It kills. This is my therapy session, not yours. Ugh. But she gives one kick ass massage.
The next phase of The Bear's Grand Nesting Project has involved our house officially being on the market. We started out of the gates quite quickly with four showings and an open house--all within the first week. Now, it's like hearing crickets. SLOW. Oh well, it might be really nice to stay at our little home and get it ready for Baby Bear.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
So a lot has happened...
...and since I've been such a slacker, I haven't blogged about any of it. Where to start?
GRADUATION DAY
June 3, 2010 was officially my last appointment with Dr. C at the fertility clinic. Everything was perfect with our little peanut and Dr. C said that she was no longer needed. Hugs were exchanged and I wept as I was showered with gifts from the nursing staff and Dr. C.
Then, I graduated from acupuncture June 14, 2010. I begin to ponder what I will do with my time. A minute later, I come up with the answer: Sleep more.
SYMPTOMS
I become increasingly more tired. You'd think I'd sleep like a baby. Or at least like a pregnant woman in the first trimester. Nope, I can't sleep for more than a couple of hours at a time. Where the hell is this amazing, dead to the world sleep that I was promised??!! I am actually upset by this. On my days off, I frequently wake up at 4 AM rummaging around in the fridge for food. Unfortunately nothing really tastes all that fabulous. The only cravings I really have are for food that does not come out of my fridge and food that I do not make myself. I'm not so sure this is an actual craving.
My breasts become ginormous. Sorry if you are reading this and are A)My father or B)My brother(s). My mom takes me bra shopping and proceeds to laugh at me when we realize I've already gone up one complete cup size...and I have about 30 weeks to go.
My back and legs start to feel achy. Not bad, but I end up starting to use a body pillow. At first it is weird, but I keep needing to use it more and more. My handsome dog likes to use it, too. I don't know if the drool spots are from him or me. Said pillow also creates some confusion for a sleepy and slightly disoriented Bear. He has already confused the body pillow for his wife's hulking form.
I have had a headache on and off for the past 4 weeks. This is made worse by the World Cup. Yes, it is an amazing athletic event that only comes every couple of years. Yes, South Africa is an amazing country. Yes, I love watching sports, especially ones where fine male specimens are sweating. Yum. I do not love the stupid horns that have become the official sound of the World Cup. I fvcking feel like I'm inside of a bee hive and the Queen Bee is bitching at me to get off the couch and make some more honey. Alas, The Bear is a huge soccer fan and will not watch this on mute.
FIRST OB APPOINTMENT
I meet with the NP, who was hilarious and we talked for ONE WHOLE HOUR about pregnancy stuff. I receive a bag full of mostly crap and advertisements. I also run into Dr. B who is just thrilled that I'm knocked up. We hear the baby's heartbeat and it is of course amazing to hear. It did take awhile to find the heartbeat, but that's because Dr. B and the NP said this little kid was zooming all around. I of course imagine a miniature Bear (complete with glasses) screaming and running into the walls of my uterus. I also find out that I am negative for Chlamydia and Gonorrhea--shocking, I know!
WHAT'S NEXT
The Bear is nesting in his own special way by trying to find another house to live in. Our current digs are just fine for a family of three humans and one 88 lb dog, but it would be nice to have a larger kitchen (one that might fit a table large enough for four people to sit comfortably), and all of our bedrooms on one floor. The Bear already traded in his Altima for a different (read: larger) car. This way all of us will fit comfortably. I certainly don't want to be one of those moms who leaves her dog behind in favor of her spawn.
I go back July 19th for another appointment. I'm currently trying to find a checklist of some sort that tells me when I need to start doing stuff (i.e. registering, working on the nursery, blah blah blah).
I am keeping my fingers crossed that some new found energy comes my way. I would love to clean, cook, and be a participating member of society!
GRADUATION DAY
June 3, 2010 was officially my last appointment with Dr. C at the fertility clinic. Everything was perfect with our little peanut and Dr. C said that she was no longer needed. Hugs were exchanged and I wept as I was showered with gifts from the nursing staff and Dr. C.
Then, I graduated from acupuncture June 14, 2010. I begin to ponder what I will do with my time. A minute later, I come up with the answer: Sleep more.
SYMPTOMS
I become increasingly more tired. You'd think I'd sleep like a baby. Or at least like a pregnant woman in the first trimester. Nope, I can't sleep for more than a couple of hours at a time. Where the hell is this amazing, dead to the world sleep that I was promised??!! I am actually upset by this. On my days off, I frequently wake up at 4 AM rummaging around in the fridge for food. Unfortunately nothing really tastes all that fabulous. The only cravings I really have are for food that does not come out of my fridge and food that I do not make myself. I'm not so sure this is an actual craving.
My breasts become ginormous. Sorry if you are reading this and are A)My father or B)My brother(s). My mom takes me bra shopping and proceeds to laugh at me when we realize I've already gone up one complete cup size...and I have about 30 weeks to go.
My back and legs start to feel achy. Not bad, but I end up starting to use a body pillow. At first it is weird, but I keep needing to use it more and more. My handsome dog likes to use it, too. I don't know if the drool spots are from him or me. Said pillow also creates some confusion for a sleepy and slightly disoriented Bear. He has already confused the body pillow for his wife's hulking form.
I have had a headache on and off for the past 4 weeks. This is made worse by the World Cup. Yes, it is an amazing athletic event that only comes every couple of years. Yes, South Africa is an amazing country. Yes, I love watching sports, especially ones where fine male specimens are sweating. Yum. I do not love the stupid horns that have become the official sound of the World Cup. I fvcking feel like I'm inside of a bee hive and the Queen Bee is bitching at me to get off the couch and make some more honey. Alas, The Bear is a huge soccer fan and will not watch this on mute.
FIRST OB APPOINTMENT
I meet with the NP, who was hilarious and we talked for ONE WHOLE HOUR about pregnancy stuff. I receive a bag full of mostly crap and advertisements. I also run into Dr. B who is just thrilled that I'm knocked up. We hear the baby's heartbeat and it is of course amazing to hear. It did take awhile to find the heartbeat, but that's because Dr. B and the NP said this little kid was zooming all around. I of course imagine a miniature Bear (complete with glasses) screaming and running into the walls of my uterus. I also find out that I am negative for Chlamydia and Gonorrhea--shocking, I know!
WHAT'S NEXT
The Bear is nesting in his own special way by trying to find another house to live in. Our current digs are just fine for a family of three humans and one 88 lb dog, but it would be nice to have a larger kitchen (one that might fit a table large enough for four people to sit comfortably), and all of our bedrooms on one floor. The Bear already traded in his Altima for a different (read: larger) car. This way all of us will fit comfortably. I certainly don't want to be one of those moms who leaves her dog behind in favor of her spawn.
I go back July 19th for another appointment. I'm currently trying to find a checklist of some sort that tells me when I need to start doing stuff (i.e. registering, working on the nursery, blah blah blah).
I am keeping my fingers crossed that some new found energy comes my way. I would love to clean, cook, and be a participating member of society!
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