How far along: 9 Weeks!
Total Weight Gain: 1 lbs.
Symptoms: I'm so tired! Sooooo tired! Other than that and a bit of heartburn, I'm good. And my boobs have grown a whole cup size. I almost have cleavage! :)
Stretch Marks: Not yet.
Sleep: Ugh. I am having the worst nightmares! And if they're not nightmares, the dreams are just really really weird. I'm always really confused when I wake up because the dreams are so realistic.
Best Moment Last Week: Getting to hear the heartbeat again and see Ustoff!
Movement: Dr. P said she saw him dancing!
Food Cravings: Milk. Lots of milk. I have no desire to actually eat anything though.
What I Miss: Sodas! I miss my half-dozen daily Diet Dr Peppers.
What am I looking forward to: Our next appointment in four weeks. I can't wait to see our baby again!
Milestones: I'm still pregnant!!
How is Daddy? So excited. He's still telling every complete stranger we meet. He goes through every different way of saying pregnant that he can think of. The one that usually gets people is Watermelon under the Hood.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Urg!
I went up to the school to work on my classroom for a few hours today. I forgot that all the furniture would be messed up and stacked and crazy hard to move. Luckily, a couple fellow teachers and one former student came in and did the heavy lifting for me. I was there for all of two hours, just kind of puttering around, putting stuff back in it's place. And I was SO TIRED. I left, came home and ate lunch, and wound up sleeping for 3 hours.
I was not expecting that. I've really been feeling pretty good, and thought a couple hours at school would be a cinch. Now, I'm really worried about being able to make it through a school day! I mean, two hours of putting markers away and making copies should not have worn me out like that! I wasn't planning on going back tomorrow, but now I think I should, just to get my body used to it!
Maybe tomorrow, I'll find something I can do while sitting, since I did stand for those 2 hours today.
Also, a few of the women I work with who I haven't seen in a couple weeks saw me today, and they all said I already have a bump! At 9 weeks! I mean, sure, none of my pants will fasten, but I didn't think it was that obvious. Not that I'm complaining! I'm totally excited to be visibly pregnant. It means I'm not imagining things!
I was not expecting that. I've really been feeling pretty good, and thought a couple hours at school would be a cinch. Now, I'm really worried about being able to make it through a school day! I mean, two hours of putting markers away and making copies should not have worn me out like that! I wasn't planning on going back tomorrow, but now I think I should, just to get my body used to it!
Maybe tomorrow, I'll find something I can do while sitting, since I did stand for those 2 hours today.
Also, a few of the women I work with who I haven't seen in a couple weeks saw me today, and they all said I already have a bump! At 9 weeks! I mean, sure, none of my pants will fasten, but I didn't think it was that obvious. Not that I'm complaining! I'm totally excited to be visibly pregnant. It means I'm not imagining things!
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Our First OB appointment
Jeff and I headed off to see Dr. P today. She is a local OB that was recommended by both a pregnant co-worker and a neonatal surgeon. We loved her. She didn't have our paperwork from Dr. Wiz's office (big surprise. They suck at sending stuff on time.) and so didn't know we used DS. But, she was very sweet about it when she found out, and only slipped up once when she asked for Jeff's medical history.
Baby looks great. 1.75 cm, 167 bpm. We got to see the little arm buds move. It was truly amazing.
For lack of something better, I think I'll be calling the baby Ustoff on here. It's what Jeff insists on calling the baby whenever he mentions it, and as much as I hate it, it seems to have stuck. And no, that's now what we'll actually give as a name. I think that's considered child abuse in at least 37 states! : )
Baby looks great. 1.75 cm, 167 bpm. We got to see the little arm buds move. It was truly amazing.
For lack of something better, I think I'll be calling the baby Ustoff on here. It's what Jeff insists on calling the baby whenever he mentions it, and as much as I hate it, it seems to have stuck. And no, that's now what we'll actually give as a name. I think that's considered child abuse in at least 37 states! : )
Monday, August 2, 2010
Hi Y'all!!
How's it going?
Sorry for the long silence. Jeff and I headed off on vacation. We drove from Dallas to New Orleans (1 night) then to St. Augustine, FL (3 nights) to Charleston, SC (3 nights) to somewhere in Alabama for a night, to home.
I have to admit, I really wasn't that impressed with New Orleans. (Or Louisiana. My stomach has been ok so far, but those roads made me nauseous.) Maybe it's cause I wasn't drinking, or because it was soooo hot, but I really didn't like it that well. I was even disappointed in the cemetery I visited, and I love old cemeteries. Oh well.
On the drive to Florida, Jeff and I stopped to see the battleship Alabama. It was cool. (Or hot! depending on how you look at it.)
I liked St. Augustine. The first day Jeff and I took a trolley ride around town and learned all kids of interesting stuff about the town, then bobbed in the ocean for a couple hours. We spent most of the second day waiting on Jeff's friend D who was flying in from Chicago to join us. We did get to bob around in the ocean some more though! Our third day we toured the fort built by the Spanish in the 1600's, the Flagler College (Tiffany windows!) and the Lightner museum. Those were seriously cool. Then we headed up to Charleston, with a detour for dinner in Savannah. I was so excited to find Juliette Lowe's birthplace. If you know who that is off the top of your head, you're as dorky as I am!
The first thing we did when we hit Charleston was to visit Fort Sumter. It was cool, but it paled in comparison to the Spanish fort. Then we met up with a couple of Jeff's old friends who took us out to dinner and then drinking. (Well, they drank. I sipped my water and found money on the ground.) The next day, Jeff and I farted around Market St. and downtown Charleston while we waited on hungover D to get out of bed. The last day there, I drug the guys to a cemetery downtown (oldest headstones I'd ever seen. 2 signers of the Declaration of Independence. So cool!) and a tour of the Old Provost Dungeon. Then we headed home, dropping D off in Atlanta for his flight.
Overall, it was a good trip. D was really high maintenance and whined about everything we did. In fact, I didn't get to do some of the stuff I wanted to do in Charleston because of him. Maybe some other time.
We came home to some lonely dogs and some angry neighbors. Our dog sitter I guess really isn't a dog person, so I think they sat outside and barked most of the time we were gone.
My first OB appointment is tomorrow, so I'll be giving you all an update on the baby as soon as I can!
Oh, and I think I could write an entire post dedicated to the amazing food we ate on this trip. Probably will.
Sorry for the long silence. Jeff and I headed off on vacation. We drove from Dallas to New Orleans (1 night) then to St. Augustine, FL (3 nights) to Charleston, SC (3 nights) to somewhere in Alabama for a night, to home.
I have to admit, I really wasn't that impressed with New Orleans. (Or Louisiana. My stomach has been ok so far, but those roads made me nauseous.) Maybe it's cause I wasn't drinking, or because it was soooo hot, but I really didn't like it that well. I was even disappointed in the cemetery I visited, and I love old cemeteries. Oh well.
On the drive to Florida, Jeff and I stopped to see the battleship Alabama. It was cool. (Or hot! depending on how you look at it.)
I liked St. Augustine. The first day Jeff and I took a trolley ride around town and learned all kids of interesting stuff about the town, then bobbed in the ocean for a couple hours. We spent most of the second day waiting on Jeff's friend D who was flying in from Chicago to join us. We did get to bob around in the ocean some more though! Our third day we toured the fort built by the Spanish in the 1600's, the Flagler College (Tiffany windows!) and the Lightner museum. Those were seriously cool. Then we headed up to Charleston, with a detour for dinner in Savannah. I was so excited to find Juliette Lowe's birthplace. If you know who that is off the top of your head, you're as dorky as I am!
The first thing we did when we hit Charleston was to visit Fort Sumter. It was cool, but it paled in comparison to the Spanish fort. Then we met up with a couple of Jeff's old friends who took us out to dinner and then drinking. (Well, they drank. I sipped my water and found money on the ground.) The next day, Jeff and I farted around Market St. and downtown Charleston while we waited on hungover D to get out of bed. The last day there, I drug the guys to a cemetery downtown (oldest headstones I'd ever seen. 2 signers of the Declaration of Independence. So cool!) and a tour of the Old Provost Dungeon. Then we headed home, dropping D off in Atlanta for his flight.
Overall, it was a good trip. D was really high maintenance and whined about everything we did. In fact, I didn't get to do some of the stuff I wanted to do in Charleston because of him. Maybe some other time.
We came home to some lonely dogs and some angry neighbors. Our dog sitter I guess really isn't a dog person, so I think they sat outside and barked most of the time we were gone.
My first OB appointment is tomorrow, so I'll be giving you all an update on the baby as soon as I can!
Oh, and I think I could write an entire post dedicated to the amazing food we ate on this trip. Probably will.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Last RE Visit!
Our appointment went swimmingly this morning!
The nurse said that if she were going to pick a picture to put in a textbook, ours would be it. Our little blueberry is 8.4mm with a heartbeat of 123 bpm.
Hearing the heartbeat was, hands-down, the best moment of my life.
And yes, it was just one!
The nurse said that if she were going to pick a picture to put in a textbook, ours would be it. Our little blueberry is 8.4mm with a heartbeat of 123 bpm.
Hearing the heartbeat was, hands-down, the best moment of my life.
And yes, it was just one!
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
stories and symptoms...
Foxy has asked me two questions that I never had the courtesy to answer. Sorry Foxy! I'm getting them both here!
Foxy wanted to know how I told Jeff I was pregnant. So, let's travel back in time 3 weeks. I had told myself that I wasn't going to test until Friday, but decided that Tuesday that I was testing the next morning. I just *knew* it was going to be negative and wanted a couple days to get over it before we headed to Kansas for the 4th. On Wednesday morning, I woke up at 7. I laid in bed and tried to go back to sleep, but the only thing I could think about was taking the darn test. So, I got up, peed on the stupid stick, sat it in front of the sink, and then sat myself down on the side of the tub to wait. I didn't even turn the lights on. I just sat there in the dim bathroom glaring at the stick and cursing it in my head. After about 2 minutes, I thought to myself "I'm going to look at it, see the negative, and go back to sleep." Instead, when I picked it up, it said "Pregnant". I left the bathroom, jumped on top of Jeff, who slept through all this inner turmoil of mine, and said "Hey. This stick says I'm pregnant!"
Have I mentioned he's been telling everyone that I'm pregnant? I mean everyone. Complete strangers. I think half the state of Texas knows by now.
Foxy also wanted to know how I'm feeling. I'm tired. Like, really, really tired. Like, sleeping for 10 hours a night and still having a 2 or 3 hour nap. Like having to sit down and rest after moving laundry from the washer to the dryer tired. But, other than that, I'm pretty good. I had really horrible heartburn, but it stopped. No morning sickness yet. No food cravings. In fact, I have a strong aversion to all food right now. I have no desire to eat, and feel full faster than I used to.
And, I'm nervous about tomorrow's sonogram. Scared we'll find 3 heartbeats, or 4 heartbeats, or no heartbeats. I'm so ready to get it over with.
Foxy wanted to know how I told Jeff I was pregnant. So, let's travel back in time 3 weeks. I had told myself that I wasn't going to test until Friday, but decided that Tuesday that I was testing the next morning. I just *knew* it was going to be negative and wanted a couple days to get over it before we headed to Kansas for the 4th. On Wednesday morning, I woke up at 7. I laid in bed and tried to go back to sleep, but the only thing I could think about was taking the darn test. So, I got up, peed on the stupid stick, sat it in front of the sink, and then sat myself down on the side of the tub to wait. I didn't even turn the lights on. I just sat there in the dim bathroom glaring at the stick and cursing it in my head. After about 2 minutes, I thought to myself "I'm going to look at it, see the negative, and go back to sleep." Instead, when I picked it up, it said "Pregnant". I left the bathroom, jumped on top of Jeff, who slept through all this inner turmoil of mine, and said "Hey. This stick says I'm pregnant!"
Have I mentioned he's been telling everyone that I'm pregnant? I mean everyone. Complete strangers. I think half the state of Texas knows by now.
Foxy also wanted to know how I'm feeling. I'm tired. Like, really, really tired. Like, sleeping for 10 hours a night and still having a 2 or 3 hour nap. Like having to sit down and rest after moving laundry from the washer to the dryer tired. But, other than that, I'm pretty good. I had really horrible heartburn, but it stopped. No morning sickness yet. No food cravings. In fact, I have a strong aversion to all food right now. I have no desire to eat, and feel full faster than I used to.
And, I'm nervous about tomorrow's sonogram. Scared we'll find 3 heartbeats, or 4 heartbeats, or no heartbeats. I'm so ready to get it over with.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Would ya like to...Mondays
It dawned on my that while I've shown you plenty pictures of Kreacher and is absolute adorable cuteness, I haven't shown you the rest of the entourage. So, would ya like to see the rest of my pets?
This is my boy Dobby. He's almost 5 years old.
I absolutely love him. I love his big doggy grin, I love the way he lays down just like the Sphinx (except without the person face or the cat body....which I guess sort of takes away all of the Sphinx part. Oops.) I love the way he understands English. Seriously, I love this dog. I also know that Dobby is probably the worst dog in the 
world. I know that when the baby comes, Dobby will have to go. He is in no way child friendly. Heck, he's not really friendly to anyone. But he loves me. I can see it in his eyes. (In case you're curious, Dobbs was a rescue. We got him when he was 9 months old, and we were his fourth owners. He has lots of problems. I'm pretty sure if dogs can be autistic, he is.)
This little sau
sage is Winky. She's about 4 1/2.
She's Jeff's dog. Really. I love her and all, but she's the stupidest dog I have ever met. Cute though.
The picture on the right is a couple years old. She really does look like a sausage on legs now.
This is Lilly. She's at least 13, but we're not sure. She acts like a kitten though.
She's the queen of the house, and also a complete weirdo. She tries to pack herself when we go on trips...
And the other day, I guess she got in trouble, because she stuck her nose in the corner for 10 minutes.
She's also suicidal. This
is her sitting in the dog food bowl.
I also have two African Dwarf Frogs named Harry and Ron. They are my class pets at school, but they're living here for the summer. They live in water, so they don't photograph well. Sorry.
I can't wait for my sonogram Thursday! I'll let you know how it goes!
This is my boy Dobby. He's almost 5 years old.
I absolutely love him. I love his big doggy grin, I love the way he lays down just like the Sphinx (except without the person face or the cat body....which I guess sort of takes away all of the Sphinx part. Oops.) I love the way he understands English. Seriously, I love this dog. I also know that Dobby is probably the worst dog in the 
world. I know that when the baby comes, Dobby will have to go. He is in no way child friendly. Heck, he's not really friendly to anyone. But he loves me. I can see it in his eyes. (In case you're curious, Dobbs was a rescue. We got him when he was 9 months old, and we were his fourth owners. He has lots of problems. I'm pretty sure if dogs can be autistic, he is.)This little sau
sage is Winky. She's about 4 1/2.
She's Jeff's dog. Really. I love her and all, but she's the stupidest dog I have ever met. Cute though.
The picture on the right is a couple years old. She really does look like a sausage on legs now.
This is Lilly. She's at least 13, but we're not sure. She acts like a kitten though.
She's the queen of the house, and also a complete weirdo. She tries to pack herself when we go on trips...
And the other day, I guess she got in trouble, because she stuck her nose in the corner for 10 minutes.
She's also suicidal. This
is her sitting in the dog food bowl.I also have two African Dwarf Frogs named Harry and Ron. They are my class pets at school, but they're living here for the summer. They live in water, so they don't photograph well. Sorry.
I can't wait for my sonogram Thursday! I'll let you know how it goes!
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