So, my friend Sarah hinted today that I needed to update my blog. Well, not necessarily hinted as much as just told me that I need to update cause she's been checking it a lot lately. Ok Sarah, this is for you.
I've been thinking a lot about what my little boy is going to look like. I have a slight idea of what he might look like, but it can really go just about any direction. I can't believe my due date is in only 10 days, which basically means he could come at any time. Wow, how utterly and totally surreal. But, back to my original thought ... what he will look like.
I've posted pictures of both BSC and I on this blog before. So for those of you who we have never met in person, you can still feel free to participate. I want to know what (or who) you think he's going to look like. Hair color, eye color, eventual height, weight, etc. Obviously the winner will not be determined for 18 years, but some of his features will be quite apparent after he's born. SO, I want to know what you think. Who will he take after, or will he not look like either of us making BSC suspicious that I had an affair with the mail man? Will his hair be curly or straight? Will he have my weird club toes or BSC's finger toes? Will he take after my side and be super-tall, or will BSC's shorter genes win out making him fit right in with my sister's clan?
I would like to know what you think. Feel free to add personality traits as well, even though we all know that BSC's influence is already very forthcoming in this child.
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Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Just some stuff
So, thanks to all of my faithful friends and readers, guess who won the pumpkin carving contest?
ME!!
Yep, that's right. I carved the cat. BSC did what most people thought was Winnie the Pooh, but was actually supposed to be a little devil. My mom did the bat and my aunt did the scared face. Wahoo, I won, yippee! You can all send your congratulatory checks to my home address, thank you very much.
I know it's been quite a while since I've had a real post or update. I'm going to have to blame my wonderful friend Blogger for that one. I've tried to post 3 different times with no success, hence the last "Test" post. Hmmm, Blogger will publish stuff I really don't care to publish, yet the posts I actually spend time writing don't seem to appear on the blog. Blogger has a conspiracy against me! Anywho, on with what's been happening in and around my life.
You all can officially call me Mickey Mouse hands. Want to know why? Because my fingers have swollen from a size 5 to a size 7. Yes, TWO WHOLE SIZES. Just for laughters sake, I tried to put on my wedding ring this morning. It stopped dead at my knuckle. Were my fingers ever really that small? Have I ever really been able to fit into a size 6 or 8 pant? Have my boobs ... well, we just won't go there. Ironically my fingers are the only part of me swelling (besides the obvious boobs and belly). My feet have yet to turn to Mickey Mouse status and my ankles are surprisingly not kankles yet. So why just my fingers? No idea. Gotta love all the weird stuff pregnancy does to you. Especially the part toward the end of pregnancy when you stop sleeping. Yep, just LOVE that (sorry I'm a bit cranky after another restless and uncomfortable night).
Moving on! This past weekend I had a baby shower from my church. When I was first approached about having a baby shower I tried to convince them that it wasn't necessary and that I would be having a shower in November thrown by my sister, a "most perfect and beautiful" friend, and my aunt. I told them this because BSC and I aren't fully involved in a lot of things, and I'm only friends with a few people (not to mention that we don't know anyone who attends the morning service because we just can't bring ourselves to wake up for an 8:00am service). But even after all of that, they still wanted to throw me a shower. Okie dokie. My mom and aunt came with me. I forewarned them that it may very well be just us three with the hostess sitting around staring at each other. Well, lo and behold, a whole slew of people showed up! I couldn't believe it. People were actually introducing themselves to me for the first time as they handed me a baby gift. It was quite a surreal experience. The weird thing was, none of our friends showed up. None of the people who we know well and talk to outside of church were there (Cody and Jeannie, you have a valid excuse this time ... come on, Denver's not THAT far away!). But all in all, it was a good time. I got some amazing gifts and met some genuinely sweet people. And people actually looked at our registry! Since the whole wedding-gift-debacle, BSC and I were hesitant to even register. But our faith in the idea of a registry has been redeemed, thank you, thank you, thank you!
Alrighty, it is snowing outside now, I can't believe it. I see little flurries of white passing by the front window. Wow, I guess it's that time of the year already.
P.S. Some advice for those of you who have never been pregnant: if you haven't seen a pregnant friend in a while, the first things you say to them should NOT be "Whoa, you're HUGE!" Thanks, that makes me feel really good. No really, I enjoy being compared to a whale.
My due date is exactly one month from today ... frightening.
ME!!
Yep, that's right. I carved the cat. BSC did what most people thought was Winnie the Pooh, but was actually supposed to be a little devil. My mom did the bat and my aunt did the scared face. Wahoo, I won, yippee! You can all send your congratulatory checks to my home address, thank you very much.
I know it's been quite a while since I've had a real post or update. I'm going to have to blame my wonderful friend Blogger for that one. I've tried to post 3 different times with no success, hence the last "Test" post. Hmmm, Blogger will publish stuff I really don't care to publish, yet the posts I actually spend time writing don't seem to appear on the blog. Blogger has a conspiracy against me! Anywho, on with what's been happening in and around my life.
You all can officially call me Mickey Mouse hands. Want to know why? Because my fingers have swollen from a size 5 to a size 7. Yes, TWO WHOLE SIZES. Just for laughters sake, I tried to put on my wedding ring this morning. It stopped dead at my knuckle. Were my fingers ever really that small? Have I ever really been able to fit into a size 6 or 8 pant? Have my boobs ... well, we just won't go there. Ironically my fingers are the only part of me swelling (besides the obvious boobs and belly). My feet have yet to turn to Mickey Mouse status and my ankles are surprisingly not kankles yet. So why just my fingers? No idea. Gotta love all the weird stuff pregnancy does to you. Especially the part toward the end of pregnancy when you stop sleeping. Yep, just LOVE that (sorry I'm a bit cranky after another restless and uncomfortable night).
Moving on! This past weekend I had a baby shower from my church. When I was first approached about having a baby shower I tried to convince them that it wasn't necessary and that I would be having a shower in November thrown by my sister, a "most perfect and beautiful" friend, and my aunt. I told them this because BSC and I aren't fully involved in a lot of things, and I'm only friends with a few people (not to mention that we don't know anyone who attends the morning service because we just can't bring ourselves to wake up for an 8:00am service). But even after all of that, they still wanted to throw me a shower. Okie dokie. My mom and aunt came with me. I forewarned them that it may very well be just us three with the hostess sitting around staring at each other. Well, lo and behold, a whole slew of people showed up! I couldn't believe it. People were actually introducing themselves to me for the first time as they handed me a baby gift. It was quite a surreal experience. The weird thing was, none of our friends showed up. None of the people who we know well and talk to outside of church were there (Cody and Jeannie, you have a valid excuse this time ... come on, Denver's not THAT far away!). But all in all, it was a good time. I got some amazing gifts and met some genuinely sweet people. And people actually looked at our registry! Since the whole wedding-gift-debacle, BSC and I were hesitant to even register. But our faith in the idea of a registry has been redeemed, thank you, thank you, thank you!
Alrighty, it is snowing outside now, I can't believe it. I see little flurries of white passing by the front window. Wow, I guess it's that time of the year already.
P.S. Some advice for those of you who have never been pregnant: if you haven't seen a pregnant friend in a while, the first things you say to them should NOT be "Whoa, you're HUGE!" Thanks, that makes me feel really good. No really, I enjoy being compared to a whale.
My due date is exactly one month from today ... frightening.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Lamaze
I just now realized that I haven't blogged about our experience with the Lamaze classes we've been taking. DISCLAIMER!! Just because I'm taking these classes doesn't mean I expect to go through labor and delivery with no drugs. No siree! I will make a feeble attempt at using the breathing exercises to help with the pain. But when it comes down to it, I can see myself getting an epidural. That's just the way it rolls my homies. So the main reason I wanted to take these classes was so I could learn what to expect when we go to the hospital, and also to meet other couples in the same boat as us.
Yes, we have watched several full-frontal videos on natural childbirth and c-sections. Yes, we have seen several up-close shots of breast milk being expressed. That's all fine and good, but my favorite part of the class is the last 30 minutes ... massage time! On the first day of class our instructor (an RN in the hospital we plan to deliver) taught all of the coaches (Dads) how to massage and pamper all of the moms. Oh yay! So for the last 30 minutes of class BSC gets the pleasure of rubbing my shoulders, my back, my head and my belly all for the sole purpose of making me relax. I LOVE IT! I'm supposed to be pretending I'm having a contraction or something, but whatever ... I'd rather sit back and enjoy the free massage. He's also supposed to help count with the breathing, but I just laugh at him. I don't know why it strikes me as funny, it just does. The first time I laughed at him, he got mad. He took the "coach" title a bit too seriously and started treating me like I was a football player. He got super intense and started yelling "FOCUS, FOCUS damn it!" I think if he does that to me in the delivery room, I may have to rip off one of his ears and yell back some creative profanity.
All of the couples in the class are on their first child, so none of us really know what to expect when we go into labor. Only two out of the seven couples in the class are having girls, the rest of us are having boys (so that Chinese calendar thing must really be somewhat accurate, huh?). Most of the moms seem rather comfortable with everything that is about to happen with our bodies: we've read the books, talked with friends, and done research on the internet. We are prepared! The dads, on the other hand, seem to be learning most of this pregnancy, labor and delivery stuff for the first time ... including BSC. Like it's all of a sudden hitting them that "holy crap, my wife's not just getting fat, there's really a CHILD in there!"
Some of the questions asked by the dads are rather humorous too. For instance:
"Do the babies automatically start suckling the mom's teets?"
Teets? Did he really just say suckling teets? We're not farm animals! One of the other dads even muttered under his breath "Uhhh, I didn't know my wife had teets." BSC and I still get a kick out of that one!
But overall the Lamaze classes have been great. I really enjoy them. It's nice being around people who are going through the same things I am and have the same questions and concerns I do. Our instructor is really helpful in explaining things in detail and preparing us for anything that might happen during delivery. She's passed around the epidural needle (so now I KNOW how huge that thing is), shown us the baby monitors, the contraction monitors and answered tons and tons of questions from scared moms and dads. At our last class she even gave us all a pair of booties that she had knitted for each one of our babies!
So the Lamaze class has been a good experience for me. Waste of money or time? Not on your life! I get a 30 minute massage each time I go.
Yes, we have watched several full-frontal videos on natural childbirth and c-sections. Yes, we have seen several up-close shots of breast milk being expressed. That's all fine and good, but my favorite part of the class is the last 30 minutes ... massage time! On the first day of class our instructor (an RN in the hospital we plan to deliver) taught all of the coaches (Dads) how to massage and pamper all of the moms. Oh yay! So for the last 30 minutes of class BSC gets the pleasure of rubbing my shoulders, my back, my head and my belly all for the sole purpose of making me relax. I LOVE IT! I'm supposed to be pretending I'm having a contraction or something, but whatever ... I'd rather sit back and enjoy the free massage. He's also supposed to help count with the breathing, but I just laugh at him. I don't know why it strikes me as funny, it just does. The first time I laughed at him, he got mad. He took the "coach" title a bit too seriously and started treating me like I was a football player. He got super intense and started yelling "FOCUS, FOCUS damn it!" I think if he does that to me in the delivery room, I may have to rip off one of his ears and yell back some creative profanity.
All of the couples in the class are on their first child, so none of us really know what to expect when we go into labor. Only two out of the seven couples in the class are having girls, the rest of us are having boys (so that Chinese calendar thing must really be somewhat accurate, huh?). Most of the moms seem rather comfortable with everything that is about to happen with our bodies: we've read the books, talked with friends, and done research on the internet. We are prepared! The dads, on the other hand, seem to be learning most of this pregnancy, labor and delivery stuff for the first time ... including BSC. Like it's all of a sudden hitting them that "holy crap, my wife's not just getting fat, there's really a CHILD in there!"
Some of the questions asked by the dads are rather humorous too. For instance:
"Do the babies automatically start suckling the mom's teets?"
Teets? Did he really just say suckling teets? We're not farm animals! One of the other dads even muttered under his breath "Uhhh, I didn't know my wife had teets." BSC and I still get a kick out of that one!
But overall the Lamaze classes have been great. I really enjoy them. It's nice being around people who are going through the same things I am and have the same questions and concerns I do. Our instructor is really helpful in explaining things in detail and preparing us for anything that might happen during delivery. She's passed around the epidural needle (so now I KNOW how huge that thing is), shown us the baby monitors, the contraction monitors and answered tons and tons of questions from scared moms and dads. At our last class she even gave us all a pair of booties that she had knitted for each one of our babies!
So the Lamaze class has been a good experience for me. Waste of money or time? Not on your life! I get a 30 minute massage each time I go.
Friday, August 25, 2006
Thankful
**Benny's post is being delayed ... he's a bit slow at doing things.
Right now I am in my 27th week of pregnancy. Everything is so surreal. It's hard to wrap my mind around the fact that in three short months BSC and I will be responsible for the well-being of a helpless little child that we created together. The thought is almost overwhelming.
I need to take a moment to express how thankful I am that we are in the middle of such an amazing process. I've already stood on my soapbox and voiced my complaints about pregnancy. But now I need to make it clear that I know how lucky we have been throughout this series of events. I know the pain and heartache people go through trying to get pregnant, trying to stay pregnant, and then trying to adopt. I've seen the struggles people face in their marriage and lives when they find out that having children is not possible. I've talked with people going through the emotionally and financially grueling process of adoption, just to be let down once again and be told that they will not get the baby, not this time.
Somehow I feel like it's not fair. Why did it come so easy for us, when so many people who want nothing more in life than to have a child ... can't? I know we've been given an amazing gift. Even if this is the only child we can have, I am so grateful that I am able to play such a large part in assisting God in creating a miracle.
With that said, here are some recent pictures for those of you who requested more belly shots. Yes, I've GROWN! And I hate that shadow behind me, making me look bigger than I am. And this picture was taken right after work, can you see the stress in my face? Yeah ...
Right now I am in my 27th week of pregnancy. Everything is so surreal. It's hard to wrap my mind around the fact that in three short months BSC and I will be responsible for the well-being of a helpless little child that we created together. The thought is almost overwhelming.
I need to take a moment to express how thankful I am that we are in the middle of such an amazing process. I've already stood on my soapbox and voiced my complaints about pregnancy. But now I need to make it clear that I know how lucky we have been throughout this series of events. I know the pain and heartache people go through trying to get pregnant, trying to stay pregnant, and then trying to adopt. I've seen the struggles people face in their marriage and lives when they find out that having children is not possible. I've talked with people going through the emotionally and financially grueling process of adoption, just to be let down once again and be told that they will not get the baby, not this time.
Somehow I feel like it's not fair. Why did it come so easy for us, when so many people who want nothing more in life than to have a child ... can't? I know we've been given an amazing gift. Even if this is the only child we can have, I am so grateful that I am able to play such a large part in assisting God in creating a miracle.
With that said, here are some recent pictures for those of you who requested more belly shots. Yes, I've GROWN! And I hate that shadow behind me, making me look bigger than I am. And this picture was taken right after work, can you see the stress in my face? Yeah ...
ULTRASOUND PICS
These ultrasound pictures were taken in my 20th week when we found out that we are going to have a boy. Enjoy!
Apparently these are his boy parts. Is it weird that I'm posting these on my blog?
This is his face looking straight on. The two big dark circles are his eyes.
This is his fist. I'm pretty sure he was trying to give the doctor the finger. He didn't like the ultrasound machine constantly poking at him.
And here we have a tiny little foot. I can already tell that he has BSC's feet and not mine.
This is ... I have no idea. If anyone can identify this, you win the prize.
And this is my favorite. His profile. We have this picture posted up on our fridge so I can look at it every morning before I go to work.
So far, everything about this little guy is exhibiting BSC and not me. Go figure. I've already determined that he's going to have BSC's flat feet, and not my high arched ballerina feet. I'm hoping that he won't weigh 12 pounds when he's born like BSC did! And he's already got BSC's attitude toward authority. At my last doctor appointment they did the usual stuff which includes listening to his heartbeat (my favorite part). This time, the little bugger gave the doctor some attitude. Every time she would find his heartbeat with the fetal doppler machine, he would kick the doctor and turn around. Again, she put the reader on the other side of my belly, found the heartbeat and ... KICK he moved over to the other side again. She had to chase him around for a good 10 minutes before he would let her listen to his hearbeat. I think this is forshadowing what is to come in my life.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Someone throw me a freakin bone ... I'd settle for a donut though
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Tuesday, July 11, 2006
It's a ...
This picture was taken last night of the ever-growing bump. I am in my 20th week, which marks the half-way point. Let the countdown begin!
I had my ultrasound this morning and was just dying to know if we were having a boy or girl. I had all these weird dreams last night about the ultrasound, so I didn't sleep that well. One consisted of me having my ultrasound at work, and all these people kept coming in the room to bug me about doing things. In the other, BSC didn't show up but the rest of my entire family did. Needless to say, I'm tired and want to go home.
I didn't have a preference either way, but I have consistently thought through this whole process that we were having a boy. Just based on BSC's family history (no girls ever born into the family) and maternal instinct. I have always called the baby "him" or "he" when talking about it.
Well, today it was confirmed that we are in fact having a BOY!!! The little guy is very active and was constantly moving around so it took them a while to get a good view of whatever they were trying to see. Apparently some grey blob on the screen was the penis and scrotum ... could have been a hand for all I could tell. We had the entire ultrasound recorded on a video tape so all the family in Oklahoma could see it.
Anyway, I am SO excited. I have always wanted a little boy. I can't wait for pee-wee football and baseball. But if he wants to dance ballet, then that's just fine with me too.
Now the next big project is turning my ultra-girlie guest bedroom into a testosterone-appropriate nursery. It's time to return to the Home Deposit (name stolen from Nytro) for paint samples and blue tape. Once again I will post before and after pictures when we get the nursery done.
IT'S A BOY!
Friday, June 16, 2006
Grrrrr .....
Just bear with me here, I need to vent a little bit.
I love it when people blame me for all of their problems because they couldn't possibly be held responsible for their own life and actions.
I love it when the work and stress pile on so high that I loose several nights of sleep over a million different things.
I love it when someone convinces me to help them with something, then decides it's appropriate to demand favor after favor because of the one thing I initially helped them with.
I love it when I tell a contractor what I want done with my yard, only to come home and find that nothing has been done according to our conversation.
I love it when I am forced as the liaison between two people who refuse to communicate with each other.
I love it that I spend so much time at work, that my days off are spent cleaning and fixing things around the house instead of relaxing and having fun.
I love it that I'm well into my second trimester but my energy level and nausea still don't seem to want to go away.
I love it that I can't eat some of my favorite foods for way too long.
Alright, that's enough. I just had to have a bit of a pity party for myself today. It's been a rough week if you haven't figured that out already. It feels good to write everything down. Stupid week.
I love it when people blame me for all of their problems because they couldn't possibly be held responsible for their own life and actions.
I love it when the work and stress pile on so high that I loose several nights of sleep over a million different things.
I love it when someone convinces me to help them with something, then decides it's appropriate to demand favor after favor because of the one thing I initially helped them with.
I love it when I tell a contractor what I want done with my yard, only to come home and find that nothing has been done according to our conversation.
I love it when I am forced as the liaison between two people who refuse to communicate with each other.
I love it that I spend so much time at work, that my days off are spent cleaning and fixing things around the house instead of relaxing and having fun.
I love it that I'm well into my second trimester but my energy level and nausea still don't seem to want to go away.
I love it that I can't eat some of my favorite foods for way too long.
Alright, that's enough. I just had to have a bit of a pity party for myself today. It's been a rough week if you haven't figured that out already. It feels good to write everything down. Stupid week.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Happy Anniversary
Happy anniversary to BSC and I. It was three years ago today that we tied the knot after dating for four years (yes, it took him a while to pop the question).
I love you.
P.S. I felt the baby kick today.
I love you.
P.S. I felt the baby kick today.
Friday, June 02, 2006
15 weeks
The first sign of a bump:
Yeah yeah, don't make fun of me. So what if I can't fit into any of my clothes?
So what if people have been asking if I've gained weight? And no, I don't need any snide answers to that last question. I HAVE NOT gained weight (not yet). My uterus just decided to take on a life of its own, how about that?
So what if I'm in a bad mood? Maybe I LIKE being in a bad mood ... ever thought about that?
So anyway, we'll find out if it's a boy or a girl in 4 more weeks or so. Anyone like to fathom a guess?
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
I can have my pie* and eat it too
*I don't eat cake, so I had to change the title a little to fit me.
Sometimes things can only best be described as kick-ass.
Like some of the shoes I have are kick-ass. Not only because they are cute, but also because they are comfortable and were purchased on clearance.
Some days I have are kick-ass. Like yesterday. Not only was I able to accomplish a lot around the house, but we ended the day with a barbecue over at some friends house. Good times, it was kick-ass.
And some situations are kick-ass, and that is what this whole post will be about.
I was a little nervous about telling my boss I was pregnant. For one, I wasn't sure how he would react because another girl in the office is pregnant too (only four weeks ahead of me). And also, there are no company-written rules about what I would get for maternity leave ... it's all up to the boss. When I told him, he took it ok. He just looked at me. No congratulations, no smile, no reaction at all. He just looked at me.
Ok, better than getting yelled at.
Another thing I've been a bit stressed over is what will happen once the baby is born. Quitting work is not an option. We need the money. My very last choice would be to put the child in day care. Full-time daycare is outrageously expensive and I'm sure once the baby comes I would have a very hard time letting him/her leave me every day for 8-9 hours to be taken care of by strangers. I was hoping to avoid this option totally.
Another option would be to work from home part time. I wouldn't mind putting the child in day-care part time. This would put my mind at ease so much more than having him/her in day-care full time.
The third option was almost not an option at all. I would take my baby with me to work. I knew it probably wasn't feasible at all considering my office situation and the fact that I wouldn't want my baby around my office environment every single day. And remembering how my boss reacted to finding out that I was pregnant didn't exactly push this option to the top of the list.
Here's the kick-ass part:
My boss doesn't want me to leave. He doesn't want me to find a new job. He knows he can't offer a lot in terms of child-care and maternity leave, but here's what he did offered me the other day:
A brand-stinking new office with adjoining room to turn into a nursery.
Yeah, that's right. Do I need to say it again just incase you didn't get it the first time? I get a brand-stinking new office with adjoining room to turn into a nursery.
This office is SO AWESOME. I am far away from everyone in the company (which is a good thing), I have my own bathroom, two closets (one for the baby, one for office supplies), I get to pick out all-new furniture for my office, and move over there before the baby comes. Can I tell you how awesome this is? Complete and total privacy so I can get my work done, and if the baby cries it won't disturb anyone else at all.
One less thing to stress about in my already stress-packed life. This is KICK-ASS!
Sometimes things can only best be described as kick-ass.
Like some of the shoes I have are kick-ass. Not only because they are cute, but also because they are comfortable and were purchased on clearance.
Some days I have are kick-ass. Like yesterday. Not only was I able to accomplish a lot around the house, but we ended the day with a barbecue over at some friends house. Good times, it was kick-ass.
And some situations are kick-ass, and that is what this whole post will be about.
I was a little nervous about telling my boss I was pregnant. For one, I wasn't sure how he would react because another girl in the office is pregnant too (only four weeks ahead of me). And also, there are no company-written rules about what I would get for maternity leave ... it's all up to the boss. When I told him, he took it ok. He just looked at me. No congratulations, no smile, no reaction at all. He just looked at me.
Ok, better than getting yelled at.
Another thing I've been a bit stressed over is what will happen once the baby is born. Quitting work is not an option. We need the money. My very last choice would be to put the child in day care. Full-time daycare is outrageously expensive and I'm sure once the baby comes I would have a very hard time letting him/her leave me every day for 8-9 hours to be taken care of by strangers. I was hoping to avoid this option totally.
Another option would be to work from home part time. I wouldn't mind putting the child in day-care part time. This would put my mind at ease so much more than having him/her in day-care full time.
The third option was almost not an option at all. I would take my baby with me to work. I knew it probably wasn't feasible at all considering my office situation and the fact that I wouldn't want my baby around my office environment every single day. And remembering how my boss reacted to finding out that I was pregnant didn't exactly push this option to the top of the list.
Here's the kick-ass part:
My boss doesn't want me to leave. He doesn't want me to find a new job. He knows he can't offer a lot in terms of child-care and maternity leave, but here's what he did offered me the other day:
A brand-stinking new office with adjoining room to turn into a nursery.
Yeah, that's right. Do I need to say it again just incase you didn't get it the first time? I get a brand-stinking new office with adjoining room to turn into a nursery.
This office is SO AWESOME. I am far away from everyone in the company (which is a good thing), I have my own bathroom, two closets (one for the baby, one for office supplies), I get to pick out all-new furniture for my office, and move over there before the baby comes. Can I tell you how awesome this is? Complete and total privacy so I can get my work done, and if the baby cries it won't disturb anyone else at all.
One less thing to stress about in my already stress-packed life. This is KICK-ASS!
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Knocked up
Yep, it's true.
I'm knocked up.
Soooooo ... I just wanted to let everyone know that Brandon and I are expecting our first child! I have known since March that I was pregnant, but we decided to keep it a secret until my first doctor appointment (which was today). I've been bursting at the seams to let everyone know, but we wanted to make sure everything was ok until we shared the good news.
I am due in late November, and right now I am 10 1/2 weeks along. We got to see the tiny baby for the first time with an ultrasound this morning. Brandon was beaming and I started crying (must have been those darn pregnancy hormones). We were able to see its heart beating and see it move around a bit. It looked like he/she was trying to do the backstroke ... hmmmm.
As for me, I'm feeling the typical first trimester woes - nausea, extremely tired, and very emotional. I'm ready for the second trimester. I'm sick of gagging at the thought of food. It's very frustrating to be so hungry, yet nothing sounds good. I'm not showing yet, though my pants are getting tighter.
I'll be sure to keep everyone up to date on everything. It's weird to think that I'm a mom already.
I wanted to post the ultrasound picture on my blog, but they ran out of paper at the doctor's office. Who runs out of paper??? Anywho, I'm now accepting applications and bribes for baby names.
I'm knocked up.
Soooooo ... I just wanted to let everyone know that Brandon and I are expecting our first child! I have known since March that I was pregnant, but we decided to keep it a secret until my first doctor appointment (which was today). I've been bursting at the seams to let everyone know, but we wanted to make sure everything was ok until we shared the good news.
I am due in late November, and right now I am 10 1/2 weeks along. We got to see the tiny baby for the first time with an ultrasound this morning. Brandon was beaming and I started crying (must have been those darn pregnancy hormones). We were able to see its heart beating and see it move around a bit. It looked like he/she was trying to do the backstroke ... hmmmm.
As for me, I'm feeling the typical first trimester woes - nausea, extremely tired, and very emotional. I'm ready for the second trimester. I'm sick of gagging at the thought of food. It's very frustrating to be so hungry, yet nothing sounds good. I'm not showing yet, though my pants are getting tighter.
I'll be sure to keep everyone up to date on everything. It's weird to think that I'm a mom already.
I wanted to post the ultrasound picture on my blog, but they ran out of paper at the doctor's office. Who runs out of paper??? Anywho, I'm now accepting applications and bribes for baby names.
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