December 28, 2008
December 25, 2008
It's a beautiful white Christmas here, and if I wasn't SOOO ready for the snow to be gone, I would love it. But it's gotten to that nasty slushy mushy point, and it's just no fun anymore. Time to go bye-bye!
Gus bought me a gorgeous red wool coat for Christmas, and thankfully it even fits me. It won't be long before it may not button up over those ginormous boobs that seem to swell more every day, but for now, it's perfect.
December 23, 2008
Bought 2,000 piece puzzle and Yahtzee, but too bored to attempt either. Mostly reading and working on Baby's cross-stitch projects, oh, and eating. Finally feeling up to food again! Yeah! Baby likes spicy, which is no surprise since that's what I always crave when I'm feeling hungover and my tummy's not 100%. Seems counter intuitive, but I find there's something comforting about it.
My nails are finally cashing in on the baby train too, just like the books predicted. They're normally thin and peel and break easily, but they're hardening up and actually extending past my fingertips a little. Progress. Now if only my cuticles would adjust to the weather and stop cracking and peeling away in red ragged chunks, maybe I'd finally have some presentable hands.
Also, Hanson's Diet Ginger Ale is best thing ever. Spicier than the regular Seagram's or Canada Dry, and no sugar headache or furry teeth result from drinking it. Major bonus.
December 18, 2008
The hat is available at inhabitat. I think I'm going to have to learn to knit next so I can make one of these. Or imagine if the babies face was in the mouth of the animal like a fish or something.
December 17, 2008
December 14, 2008
Although I'll definitely trade puking for snot any day, I'm going to have to upgrade my kleenex selection if this keeps up. The inside of my right nostril is completely raw from the "nice and soft" travel pack tissues that I have on my person at all times that are anything but. I guess they figured naming them "rough and scratchy" probably wouldn't generate as many sales, but it's way more accurate.
My supply of mucus seems only to be rivaled by my supply of urine, which miraculously regenerates itself in vast quantities even while I'm sleeping and not consuming any liquid. It's like magic! I can't wait to see what other exciting things my body can secrete over the next few months...
December 11, 2008
I'm now reading Your Pregnancy: for the father-to-be. It focuses on the pregnancy as the name implies, and not the baby caring like The Baby's Owner Manual. It contains a lot of really great information about what the pregnant Lulu and I should expect, should look out for and might want to think about. Hidden amongst all the useful information in this book are a lot of not as useful tips like you shouldn't insult your wife when she gains weight and all the pain the pregnant partner is going through is not "just in her head." I get that the author was going for an "everyone" approach, but I don't think the guy that tells his pregnant partner she's "getting tubby" and her "feet don't really hurt that much" is going to be reading a book in preparation for the arrival of a little one. My guess is he's going to be redecorating the NASCAR room for the child by cutting animal's faces out of kids books and gluing them to the Budweiser car models over Dale Jr's face. (I'm sorry if you have a NASCAR room. I don't mean to offend, but really? A NASCAR room? And I don't care if Dale Jr. does or doesn't drive the Budweiser car so please don't email us to correct me.)
One of the issues that we're going to be facing down the road is my work schedule. This book says if you have a job where you work long hours or travel a lot you should talk to your employer and see if you can work out something so travel and long hours are reduced. Especially in the 6 weeks leading to the due date. I do travel for my job and when we are busy at work (in the summer), I work long hours. I would tell you who I work for and what I do, but you don't care and the company I do work for doesn't let us grow facial hair on company time so I'm not sure if I am allowed to make babies....even if it is off the clock. Sorry, I digress. Luckily, I have a great manager who has been planning on making other arrangements for the trip I was supposed the be taking 2 weeks before our due date. This makes me very relieved. I would never forgive myself if I missed the birth of my first child due to a work trip. I can't imagine the wrath of Lulu if such a thing were to happen.
December 9, 2008
Earlier today I sought refuge in the darkest place here at work- the laundry room. I just sat on the floor with my eyes closed for a few minutes, trying to calm the storm in my belly. It does help, but sadly, there's not a whole lot I can accomplish in there!
Crackers, toast, potatoes, rice- I guess white food is my clear preference at this point. I still haven't actually vomited, although I have had some close calls the last day or so. It's just more that the thought of putting certain things in my mouth lately really grosses me out.
It's so sad, because I LOVE food and I was really hoping this pregnancy thing was going to turn into my great excuse to eat everything in sight...
December 7, 2008
I know I shouldn't even think of it, but I wonder what would happen if we did lose this pregnancy? We were so unprepared and caught off-guard, but now that it's happening, we've just completely readjusted our perspective to this new reality. But would we try again right away if something were to happen? I just don't know and don't even want to consider it right now...
I firmly believe that everything happens for a reason, even if it is the biggest cliche around, so I just trust that no matter what, it will be the right thing for us.
December 4, 2008
The chance that Baby will be born with all that dark hair is probably pretty high, I think. Both hubby and myself are fairly hairy people.
December 3, 2008
I found a cute baby blanket pattern by Dimension, and I'm itching to get started.
And if you think that's cute, get a load of this. While we're at the craft store picking this little gem up, hubby was walking around the section browsing too. He was drawn to everything with a monkey on it, since that's our little nickname for each other, and I'm sure that will transfer to the little one. He picked out a bib and a monkey pattern, and decided it would be perfect for the baby. Since I assumed that he was expecting me to make it, I told him we should wait to see if I can get through the monster above before we pile more projects in the queue, and told him we should come back and buy it later.
"But what am I gonna do?" he asked...OMG. Cutest husband ever. He's already going on the first little monkey's vest, and I expect him to be finished long before I even make a dent in my project.
Baby, you're a wonderful man, and I love you.
December 1, 2008
November 30, 2008
"BABYI think it will be just precious on the wall over the crib.
the beginning of all things...
Now that I've officially purchased something for the baby, my anxiety about miscarrying has increased a little. That combined with the fact that we've started telling people, and it's feeling more real. I'm paranoid that it will end just as quickly as it began.
Here's hoping that doesn't happen.
November 29, 2008
Mentally, I'm still adjusting. I'm excited and scared and nervous and anxious, usually all at the same time. I don't know what I'll be doing for a job in a month and a half, which really complicates the timing of this whole adventure. If I'm looking for a new job, do I tell them that I'm pregnant or not? Should I just temp until the baby comes?
What about insurance? I have some now, but if my job goes away, so does that. I can get covered through hubby's work, but that means an extra expense we can't really afford. And we can't even live off of his salary alone, I don't think. What are we supposed to do when I can't work because I'm in a hospital squeezing a baby out? And after? It's pretty scary if I actually sit down and really think about it, so I'm really just trying not to right now. I have to just trust that it will all work out.
I'm really excited for what the next few months hold for us. We're going to have a great adventure, and I think we'll be amazing parents.
November 28, 2008
Given a perfectly valid excuse for shopping, I braved the Black Friday crazies and took myself to the local Target for some bigger shirts and camis. Those ones with the built-in bra just don't cut it anymore, and it's only going to get worse. Since I'm such a good bargain hunter, I scored 5 tops, 7 camis, and a pair of work pants for $140. That should get me through until I actually look pregnant and can't button up my jeans anymore...
November 27, 2008
Today was also the day that we shared the news with the family. We're really doing a great job of hitting the major holidays with big announcements. Easter was the marriage bomb, so we figured no better day to spread the word than today. And since everyone's all together in one room, it's just so much more convenient. There were some tears, some hugs, some well-wishes. Your typical responses, I would imagine.
We're left now with a full bottle of fake wine, a fridge packed with leftovers, and a sink brimming with dishes. Happy Turkey Day to us!
November 26, 2008
Oh, and then the nice lady said that everything should be fine, as long as there was a doctor available in the month of my due date. WHAT? Are you suggesting that I might have to call around to other doctors to schedule my birthing? It's not like I want tickets to see the Jonas Brothers or something...
But Deanna, the giver of appointments and assigner of doctors called me back right away. She checked some things in her book, and said that there were three doctors available in July, when this is all supposed to go down. Of course, my scientifically calculated due date is actually July 29th, which means this thing probably isn't going anywhere until August sometime, and the doctor probably won't be around any more then, such is my luck.
Then Deanna says that I can come in to see the doctor at the eleven week mark, aka the FIRST WEEK OF JANUARY! Until then, I'm apparently just supposed to hang out and not do anything that might make me get un-pregnant, like crack or skydiving.
Honestly, I really thought that maybe there would be a little introductory visit, where they give me a pamphlet and a pack of prenatal vitamins, and tell me not to eat sushi or drink or smoke. Instead, I got the phone call equivalent of a pat on the butt and a hearty "go-get-em tiger" from the coach. Even when I asked her if there was anything I should, you know, do between now and then, she was just like "oh, prenatal vitamins would be nifty". Hmm. Okay.
So I guess what I'm trying to say is: thank god for the internet and half-price books!
November 25, 2008
At first, I was reassured because the test was definitely looking negative, but as I sat there looking at it I'll be damned if the thing didn't just get darker and darker every second. I got in the shower, trying to remember from the directions that I thrown away- "now, the plus means not pregnant, right?" Because that makes sense.
After my shower I found an older (okay, it was expired) First Response test and squeezed out enough pee to saturate that one too. It took a while for the wicking action to finish it's work, but eventually my urine managed to climb up far enough to form not one, but two pink lines. Hmm. Curiouser and curiouser indeed.
A couple minutes later I started shaking and panicking hard core. Um, pregnant? Excuse me? But we had agreed that we weren't ready! And yes, I was off my pills, but only for a minute, and we always used protection, every time. Okay, so maybe there was that one time that the thing broke, but I went the next morning for emergency contraception and I followed all the directions and everything. I cannot possibly be pregnant.
Gus was outside mowing the lawn, so I wandered around for a few minutes trying to figure out what to do. Finally I went to the front door in my bathrobe, but I couldn't say anything, so I just motioned for him to come inside. I led him to our bed, where I had put the two positive tests, and I just started to bawl. He immediately folded me up in his arms and just kept saying it would be okay. I told him I was sorry, but he said there was no reason to be sorry. He asked me what I wanted to do. I said "buy another test and try it again tomorrow" because they say that the first morning pee is the best to test, and those ones were clearly old and faulty. Obviously.
Fortunately, we had plans for the afternoon to hang out the local pub and watch the Apple Cup with a friend. It was an excellent distraction, especially because Gus is a Cougar and bleeds crimson and all that. I passed on the brew during the game, not like it would have really mattered considering I had like five the night before, but I hadn't known then what I knew now and I'm not trying to make my baby grow two heads or anything.
So, the next morning, I took my fresh new pee stick out of the box and figured if there was ever a time for the whole "third time's a charm" thing to come in handy, it was now. Two minutes later, another big blue plus was staring up at me.
So here we are, five weeks pregnant with a three week old blob of cells dividing and taking root in my uterus. Of course, it's still early and plenty can happen, but life as we know it has officially changed. We now have 35-ish weeks and counting to figure out how to deal with that. Holy shit.
November 24, 2008
This was not expected. We were not trying. We had talked about it, but my "not feeling ready yet" had won out over her "other people dumber then us have pulled it off." The conversation had been postponed until March (an arbitrary date). Of course, that conversation had been replaced with another similar conversation about cute puppies. I can happily report, that conversation has now ended...temporarily.
So we're going to be parents. Everything I was concerned about on Friday no longer has a place in my mind. Any stops in my though process prompt a flood of overwhelming concern. What is wife going to be doing for work in 3, 6, 9, 12, 16 months? Where is health care and funding going to come from for wife and baby? How are we going to afford all the things the baby is going to need? Who is going to care for the little one when wife goes back to work? And wife is going to need to go back to work cause I can't support us all. Should I sell everything in the house so I can pay off some debt?
If this everlasting panic isn't enough, I know very little about raising these tiny people. I believe in being prepared for stuff which is one of the reasons I didn't want to have a baby yet. I own a lot of survivalist books. I'm ready if the world ends. . I'm ready for living in the woods, mountains, and desert. I'm ready for driving off a road in to a river. I'm ready for most situations that I will never have to encounter, but I am not ready for sleep deprivation, constant feeding, crying, pooping, peeing and caring of a little one. So we made a trip to half priced books. Here is what we picked up.
The Baby Owner's Manual. A women in Half Priced Books said if we were expecting that her husband loved this book. It refers to the baby like a computer model and I have to tell ya, it kind of takes the edge off. It's like a quick reference guide for all things baby. Pretty good so far.
The Girlfriends' Guide to Pregnancy. I told my Assistant General Manager that my wife was reading what to expect when you're expecting and a few weeks ago and she said it was an awful book and she should read this one....so we picked it up. Wife is reading it now and I'll let you know what she says about it. I'll probably read it after her so I'll give you my 2 cents as well.
Hopefully these books will help me feel more prepared for this whole thing, and I think this blog is going to be a large outlet for my preparedness rantings so be prepared... And lets all cross our fingers for a book deal. I am aware most people try to avoid talking about this stuff in the first Trimester because so much can go wrong, but just because we aren't supposed to talk about it doesn't mean I'm not freaking the fuck out. So I am going to blog and if something goes wrong, we're just going to deal.