Things are going so well for Matt and me right now that I'm starting to worry what is around the corner. We have a baby on the way, have had a smooth pregnancy so far, I started my new job today and Matt was more or less offered the Principal position at his high school yesterday. The offer came from the Superintendent. He interviews Monday.
I want to be happy and feel thankful for these blessings, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't worried about what awful news awaits us to bring it all to an end.
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On a more uplifting note, I just walked past the bedroom and caught a glimpse of Matt reading "The Expectant Father" in bed. Precious:)
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
7.8.08
Yesterday was a glorious day! I didn't stop smiling, except for when I left Lisa a voicemail crying about how I know she'll soon be pregnant and not to worry, which resulted in her return crying voicemail, which of course made me cry again when I retold the story to my coworkers:) Hormones are fun!
This appointment went much smoother than last time-- I will forever schedule early a.m. appts from now on. We got right in, Matt hid out at the door when the nurse directed me to the restroom, which made all the ladies giggle. Once he had "permission", he headed back to Room 5 and waited for me to join him.
After being weighed, I hesitantly asked the nurse how much of a change there had been since last time and, bless her heart, she didn't even say the number out loud! She simply said, "It's exactly the same as last time." My jaw fell to the ground considering somewhere around week 7 I began eating an entire grocery aisle each week and I was SURE I had gained 5-10 pounds judging by the NYC pictures. (I'll give some credit to it being an early morning appointment vs. the last one which was around 5 pm. But that's just between us.)
Dr. S came in and after a few short questions, got right to business with the doppler! I laid back on the table, she squirted some goop on my belly, flipped a switch and the room filled with a loud, scratchy, not-heartbeat-like sound. I wonder if that's what the baby hears all the time. I think I read that the amniotic fluid buffers a lot of sound though, so maybe it's nice and quiet. Conducive to tropical naps afloat a blow-up raft.
So the Dr. searched and searched. She fiddled on the left side, on the right side and everywhere in between. At one point, I thought I heard a very distant pulsation, but she paid no attention to it. Several minutes later she still hadn't found it and I so badly wanted to say "leftt side! left side!" (Matt later told me he was thinking the same thing) but then she informed us that the slow beat is mine and we were listening for a fast beat. After many, many (maybe 5?) minutes she FINALLY found our Little Beansie beating away!!!
I wanted to cry, laugh and take a deep breath all at once, but I made myself stay as still as possible so she wouldn't lose the spot. It sounded so beautiful!
160-ish beats per minute. Matt thinks it's definitely a boy because he was lounging in the center-- he thinks boys are centered, focused, balanced and rational. My hormones have really left an impression on him in these 13 weeks!
At next month's appointment we'll schedule our big ultrasound where we'll find out for sure if we're having a boy or girl! She said we could do it between 18 and 20 weeks and since Matt starts back to school on week 19, we're hoping to get in at week 18, which is only about 4 weeks away, friends! FOUR WEEKS! This is unreal.
I never thought I was capable of getting this far. As I changed into my work uniform, I held my hands over the spot where Dr. S found Little Beansies and said over and over "I love you, I love you, I love you."
This appointment went much smoother than last time-- I will forever schedule early a.m. appts from now on. We got right in, Matt hid out at the door when the nurse directed me to the restroom, which made all the ladies giggle. Once he had "permission", he headed back to Room 5 and waited for me to join him.
After being weighed, I hesitantly asked the nurse how much of a change there had been since last time and, bless her heart, she didn't even say the number out loud! She simply said, "It's exactly the same as last time." My jaw fell to the ground considering somewhere around week 7 I began eating an entire grocery aisle each week and I was SURE I had gained 5-10 pounds judging by the NYC pictures. (I'll give some credit to it being an early morning appointment vs. the last one which was around 5 pm. But that's just between us.)
Dr. S came in and after a few short questions, got right to business with the doppler! I laid back on the table, she squirted some goop on my belly, flipped a switch and the room filled with a loud, scratchy, not-heartbeat-like sound. I wonder if that's what the baby hears all the time. I think I read that the amniotic fluid buffers a lot of sound though, so maybe it's nice and quiet. Conducive to tropical naps afloat a blow-up raft.
So the Dr. searched and searched. She fiddled on the left side, on the right side and everywhere in between. At one point, I thought I heard a very distant pulsation, but she paid no attention to it. Several minutes later she still hadn't found it and I so badly wanted to say "leftt side! left side!" (Matt later told me he was thinking the same thing) but then she informed us that the slow beat is mine and we were listening for a fast beat. After many, many (maybe 5?) minutes she FINALLY found our Little Beansie beating away!!!
I wanted to cry, laugh and take a deep breath all at once, but I made myself stay as still as possible so she wouldn't lose the spot. It sounded so beautiful!
160-ish beats per minute. Matt thinks it's definitely a boy because he was lounging in the center-- he thinks boys are centered, focused, balanced and rational. My hormones have really left an impression on him in these 13 weeks!
At next month's appointment we'll schedule our big ultrasound where we'll find out for sure if we're having a boy or girl! She said we could do it between 18 and 20 weeks and since Matt starts back to school on week 19, we're hoping to get in at week 18, which is only about 4 weeks away, friends! FOUR WEEKS! This is unreal.
I never thought I was capable of getting this far. As I changed into my work uniform, I held my hands over the spot where Dr. S found Little Beansies and said over and over "I love you, I love you, I love you."
Sunday, July 6, 2008
7.6.08
We returned from a weekend at Lakeside this evening and I am happy to say that it went pretty well. Matt's sister got engaged and my mother in law asked if we'd mind if she ditched our child's birth so she could attend a friend's daughter's wedding in Lake Tahoe instead. Starting off well, Grandma. My expectations get lower and lower with each passing visit.
Tonight we were watching Gene Simmons Family Jewels and Gene and Shannon went on an Un-Honeymoon to celebrate their Un-marriage. They have 2 kids and have been together for like 20 years and simply haven't gotten married. But I think Shannon wants to be married. But anyway, Gene takes her on an Un-honeymoon to Hawaii and I decided I would like to go on on an Un-honeymoon too. But when I asked Matt if we could he said "Sure, we just have to get Un-married first". (I'm not sure why I keep capitalizing "Un".) Then my dumb self proclaimed "Guess that means we'll have to get Un-pregnant too!" On the eve of my long-anticipated and very-nervous-for doctor's appointment.
Little Beansies, God, Baby Jesus, Internets: I didn't mean it. I'm scared to death that I'll regret my stupid comment in about 12 hours.
Tonight we were watching Gene Simmons Family Jewels and Gene and Shannon went on an Un-Honeymoon to celebrate their Un-marriage. They have 2 kids and have been together for like 20 years and simply haven't gotten married. But I think Shannon wants to be married. But anyway, Gene takes her on an Un-honeymoon to Hawaii and I decided I would like to go on on an Un-honeymoon too. But when I asked Matt if we could he said "Sure, we just have to get Un-married first". (I'm not sure why I keep capitalizing "Un".) Then my dumb self proclaimed "Guess that means we'll have to get Un-pregnant too!" On the eve of my long-anticipated and very-nervous-for doctor's appointment.
Little Beansies, God, Baby Jesus, Internets: I didn't mean it. I'm scared to death that I'll regret my stupid comment in about 12 hours.
Friday, July 4, 2008
7.4.08
It's 3am and I wanna go to bed.
(Does anyone NOT from Wittenberg know this song?)
2 days of lifting/carrying/rocking/hauling/lying down/swooping in on babies has killed my body. There's no way I could have carried on like this for 6 more months. My joints are so loose I feel like a ghost skeleton ready to collapse. Not to mention I threw up in the sink in the middle of trying to change a poop-filled diaper. Not going to work out.
No sleep last night due to more sore, achey muscles. Everything from my kneck to my knees (seriously, sore wrists?!?) hurts.
Fireworks and dogs don't mix. Which is why our 100 pound Golden Retriever ended up in bed with us just minutes after falling asleep. And I don't mean he snuggled up at the end of the bed. We shared a pillow.
It's now storming.
My stomach was growling after 30 minutes of lying in bed begging myself to fall back asleep. Mark this down as pregnant middle-of-the-night snack #2. Life cereal (out of milk) and a glass of orange strawberry pineapple juice. It's a good thing this baby's womb has no view.
I found out that on my first day as Asst. Director next week, we're letting someone go. And at the last second a few other people found out about the Asst. Director opening and wanted an interview. The job is still mine, but my Director is giving them interviews to be fair. (although I'm not sure how fair it really is to string someone along) I just wish no one else had been interested. I don't want anyone to be upset that I got the position over them, especially after taking a 3 week vacation, being pregnant, etc. Sigh. At some point I'm going to have to accept that people aren't going to like me all the time. I hate people not liking me.
Lisa threw up at work yesterday. Please, God, let her be pregnant. PLEASE.
I just remembered Matt brought me a rootbear float from Wendy's last night. It's in the freezer:) I must stay away. Life cereal is so much safer.
After 2 nice hours of sleep, I woke up at 6 with a charlie horse in my calf. I've never seen Matt jump so fast! Then again, I've never woken up from a dead sleep screaming "OH GOD, OH JESUS, OHHHHHHHH HELP ME!!" I am so proud of him! I think he might just work out.
(Does anyone NOT from Wittenberg know this song?)
2 days of lifting/carrying/rocking/hauling/lying down/swooping in on babies has killed my body. There's no way I could have carried on like this for 6 more months. My joints are so loose I feel like a ghost skeleton ready to collapse. Not to mention I threw up in the sink in the middle of trying to change a poop-filled diaper. Not going to work out.
No sleep last night due to more sore, achey muscles. Everything from my kneck to my knees (seriously, sore wrists?!?) hurts.
Fireworks and dogs don't mix. Which is why our 100 pound Golden Retriever ended up in bed with us just minutes after falling asleep. And I don't mean he snuggled up at the end of the bed. We shared a pillow.
It's now storming.
My stomach was growling after 30 minutes of lying in bed begging myself to fall back asleep. Mark this down as pregnant middle-of-the-night snack #2. Life cereal (out of milk) and a glass of orange strawberry pineapple juice. It's a good thing this baby's womb has no view.
I found out that on my first day as Asst. Director next week, we're letting someone go. And at the last second a few other people found out about the Asst. Director opening and wanted an interview. The job is still mine, but my Director is giving them interviews to be fair. (although I'm not sure how fair it really is to string someone along) I just wish no one else had been interested. I don't want anyone to be upset that I got the position over them, especially after taking a 3 week vacation, being pregnant, etc. Sigh. At some point I'm going to have to accept that people aren't going to like me all the time. I hate people not liking me.
Lisa threw up at work yesterday. Please, God, let her be pregnant. PLEASE.
I just remembered Matt brought me a rootbear float from Wendy's last night. It's in the freezer:) I must stay away. Life cereal is so much safer.
After 2 nice hours of sleep, I woke up at 6 with a charlie horse in my calf. I've never seen Matt jump so fast! Then again, I've never woken up from a dead sleep screaming "OH GOD, OH JESUS, OHHHHHHHH HELP ME!!" I am so proud of him! I think he might just work out.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
7.2.08
We have a new little bambino in the nursery this week! She is a precious little girl who will be turning 1 year old in about 2 weeks. When I first picked her up, she almost went flying right over my head, she was that light. In fact, she's still in size 2 diapers, which are for 12-18 lbs. We have younger ones in size 4's already!
I can't help but wonder if her diet of tofu, tomatoes, green peppers and an unidentifiable yellow fruit has anything to do with this. I'm not judging in any way. Props to her mom and dad for being health conscious and not just plopping a Gerber Graduates in front of her. It's great that they are open to providing her with a well-rounded diet. But tofu? Green peppers? She hardley has enough teef to eat them with. And the sad fact is, she doesn't eat any of it. She holds out for her bottles every time.
Can't say I blame her. Cold, plain tofu? I'm gagging on the inside. Even baby green beans would taste better, I'm sure:(
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
7.1.08
What makes for a good girls weekend?
I used to think among the top key ingredients was good drinks. Now, I'm not so sure about that, although good drinks do add certain level of entertainment to the mix. But in a pinch, like say pregnancy, good drinks aren't really a necessity.
Good food? Definitely.
Good friends? Obviously.
Good conversations? For sure.
This afternoon I was thinking about the weekend I recently spent with my dear friends, Lisa and Molly while lounging in the sun and floating the days away at my parents' lake house. We didn't do a whole lot. Aside from the requisite eat, eat more and while you're at it, eat a little more, fall asleep watching Lifetime movies and act inappropriately with swimming noodles, we mostly vegged out.
But one afternoon while on the boat I posed a question to my dear friends and was met with overwhelming reassurance that caught me by surprise. The topic? Spider veins.
I've got 'em. I've had 'em since I was in middle school, I think. They're on the outside of my thighs, right above my knees. And the more pregnant I get, the less attractive they become. And what's worse? They've spread to the inside of my thighs. Pretty soon they are going to meet in the middle and form a barbed wire tattoo of veinage.
But you know what? They've got 'em too!! My mother says it's from crossing my legs too much. She suggested I stop and see if they disappear. Right, Mom. She also reminded me that her's were so bad at one time that she had them lasered off (come to find out that Molly's mom did this, too!). They of course came back, those little bastards. It was about this time that she gave me the bad news that spider veins are genetic. Big butt? check. Double chin? check. Spider veins? check that one of as well.
But the point is, without girls weekends, how would you know that spider veins are perfectly normal in your mid-twenties? If it weren't for good friends and being trapped in a lycra nightmare, I probably would've waited another decade to pose a question like this to a group of women.
But not dear friends. Because dear friends don't just comfort you when you're down, they join right in and commiserate with you:)
I used to think among the top key ingredients was good drinks. Now, I'm not so sure about that, although good drinks do add certain level of entertainment to the mix. But in a pinch, like say pregnancy, good drinks aren't really a necessity.
Good food? Definitely.
Good friends? Obviously.
Good conversations? For sure.
This afternoon I was thinking about the weekend I recently spent with my dear friends, Lisa and Molly while lounging in the sun and floating the days away at my parents' lake house. We didn't do a whole lot. Aside from the requisite eat, eat more and while you're at it, eat a little more, fall asleep watching Lifetime movies and act inappropriately with swimming noodles, we mostly vegged out.
But one afternoon while on the boat I posed a question to my dear friends and was met with overwhelming reassurance that caught me by surprise. The topic? Spider veins.
I've got 'em. I've had 'em since I was in middle school, I think. They're on the outside of my thighs, right above my knees. And the more pregnant I get, the less attractive they become. And what's worse? They've spread to the inside of my thighs. Pretty soon they are going to meet in the middle and form a barbed wire tattoo of veinage.
But you know what? They've got 'em too!! My mother says it's from crossing my legs too much. She suggested I stop and see if they disappear. Right, Mom. She also reminded me that her's were so bad at one time that she had them lasered off (come to find out that Molly's mom did this, too!). They of course came back, those little bastards. It was about this time that she gave me the bad news that spider veins are genetic. Big butt? check. Double chin? check. Spider veins? check that one of as well.
But the point is, without girls weekends, how would you know that spider veins are perfectly normal in your mid-twenties? If it weren't for good friends and being trapped in a lycra nightmare, I probably would've waited another decade to pose a question like this to a group of women.
But not dear friends. Because dear friends don't just comfort you when you're down, they join right in and commiserate with you:)
7.1.08
Tomorrow marks 13 weeks! My next doctor's appointment is Monday, so hopefully this won't be the last fruit update I make. Although judging by the blueberry pancakes I just threw up, it shouldn't be:)
My cold is muuuuuch better today. I was prepared to call my doctor today and ask for anything to help me breathe. I was beginning to feel clausterphobic and panicky in my own head. But thankfully it seems to be on the mend now.
And now for the Beansie:
Your fetus is forming teeth and vocal cords... savor this, their non-functional phase. Baby is approaching normal proportions, with a head now only one third the size of the body. Intestines are in the process of moving from the umbilical cord to baby's tummy. (Much more convenient.)
My cold is muuuuuch better today. I was prepared to call my doctor today and ask for anything to help me breathe. I was beginning to feel clausterphobic and panicky in my own head. But thankfully it seems to be on the mend now.
And now for the Beansie:
Your fetus is forming teeth and vocal cords... savor this, their non-functional phase. Baby is approaching normal proportions, with a head now only one third the size of the body. Intestines are in the process of moving from the umbilical cord to baby's tummy. (Much more convenient.)
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