August 15th, 2011
|08:02 pm - Trepanning for Gold|
~The further along we go in this pregnancy, the less I sleep. I don't mind so much; I need a nap around lunch time and Alex is more than happy to indulge me. ~
Last night Alex and I got in really late after visiting with my Mom. The next time I get to see her will be November, which is incredibly depressing.
Anyway, when we finally fell into bed we both slept soundly (aside for the waking up to pee portion, of course). Alex sleep-talks when he's dead tired. I woke up twice last night with him curled around my tummy, cradling my belly, talking to Xander. I had to tap him and get him to roll off of me, and each time he said 'Ok, Xander, I gotta go. Love you' before he rolled over. It was amazing and cute and touches my soul. I asked him what he was telling Xander, and he has no idea what I was talking about.
I love my men.
August 11th, 2011
|02:31 pm - FINALLY|
We went to the doctor's office this morning for our sonogram. 'We' being both my mom and sister and Alex and his mom. We got there early -- we've been waiting for this day for literal months now! Luckily, they were able to take us back fairly quickly.
The ultrasound technician just wanted Alex and I to go back at first. She wanted to get the babies measurements and check all of the vitals. She let us know that the baby was looking perfect -- 3/4 of a pound, all of the organs and bones seem to be forming well. We asked her to keep the gender a secret until Mom, Alex's mom, and Milli were able to come into the room with us (that's what they drove over for, after all). It was amazing, just Alex and I in the room, watching our baby flex and kick.
When Mom, Alex's mom, and Milli filed into the room and squeezed behind the bed with Alex, the technician let us see the baby -- the perfect little legs, the head (face hidden away behind two tiny balled up fists). Gleaming white pearls that made up the spinal column. She showed us the babies feet to reassure us that they were growing perfectly. The baby kicked and punched; stretched and curled. It was amazing. She showed us everything, answered all of our unasked questions (she seemed to know them before we could even think of them. We were in awe). Then, she zoomed in on the key anatomical marker. That is to say:
We are having a little boy!
I couldn't help myself; I had to tell everyone. Our gender reveal party was smashed beneath my inability to keep a secret. We're still going to have our party this Saturday, but it will be more a celebration. I'm ok with that, but I'm still genuinely shocked. My little man is already amazing me, and every time I feel a kick or punch, my heart swells close to bursting.
August 7th, 2011
I have a lot to say, a lot having happened and on the cusp of happening.
But all I can find the words for right now is I adore tiny baby kicks. The baby reminds me I need to watch my language and be extra nice, even if I'm hungry, hot, and grumpy.
Hopefully more tonight, but I need to work on my Appeal letter.
May 23rd, 2011
"We should never forget that everything Hitler did in Germany was 'legal' and everything the Hungarian freedom fighters did in Hungary was 'illegal'
May 15th, 2011
|10:34 pm - Our First Ultrasound |
We had our first ultrasound on Thursday. It was the most painful and terrifying few minutes of my life, while the technician was rolling the wand over my tummy and looking for the heartbeat. The monitor was facing Alex and Momma T., so I couldn't see it. I was worried that they wouldn't find anything, or worse, and my fears only grew when I didn't hear any gasps. Alex's face transformed when she finally typed in 'Baby'. He was gorgeous, his eyes so wide and full of love. She turned the monitor to face me (Alex and Momma T both crowded the side of the table) and it was the most beautiful thing. I couldn't hear the babies heartbeat very well, but Alex said he could hear it and the technician clocked it at 163 beats per minute. The baby was curled up at the bottom and the only thing that was particularly noticeable was the little heart beating -- The most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I cried for 15 minutes after, as we waited for my OB-Gyn visit.
The Dr. was nice enough -- he delivered Alex's sister so Momma T. knew him and they had some catching up to do.
Alex and I have been discussing doing a 'gender party' around week 20. The reason behind this is I really wanted to celebrate with friends and family, and I wanted to thank them for their support. I've decided a better name than Gender Party will be: The Bloomers or Boxers party. Our friends and family will come and they will be encouraged to choose a 'side'. (I, for my part, will be wearing a pink Bloomer badge). We will reveal the gender of the baby by way of a cake -- the inside will be dyed blue or pink, depending. I really hope this pans out and I can't wait to work it out more!
April 28th, 2011
|07:38 pm - Done!|
Done with school! Took my last makeup test and I'm done! Thank GOD.
For supper we had Sloppy Joes and french fries. Sloppy Joes made my life. There is something about ground beef and tomato paste. Now I'm nibbling on my tropical trail mix and orange juice.
My phone -- the replacement phone that I got *just yesterday* is broken. Already. Through no fault of my own. I don't know what I can do, the entire phone situation is killing me. I'm going to Verizon and throw a royal fit, I think.
April 27th, 2011
|07:00 pm - A Sigh of Relief|
I took my last final today. However, I'd much rather focus on this epidemic of people who consider themselves my friends and their 'advice' to me.
Several people have not been excited about the fact that we're having a baby, which is fine. However, when people answer with an 'ooooh...' that I get even more upset. Let me relate to you as closely as I can recall my most recent conversation with one such 'friend'.
S 'How are you?'
K' I is gud'
S 'I'm very tired, exhausted'
S 'We're pregnant but I had no idea how tiring the first trimester is'
K 'It only gets worse from here on out'
S:'Actually, I hear the first trimester is the most tiring and things get better in the second trimester.'
S 'But I will keep your kind thoughts close to my heart'
K' Well, the lady in my office is 5 months pregnant and this is her second pregnancy and she's always complaining'
K' JUST SAYIN :D'
S ' Eh, R*, B*, Mom, Ms. Tina, three girls in my class, my book and my website on pregnancy (thebump.com) all say the trimester is the most tiring.'
S 'But each pregnancy is individual, so we'll see'
S' But I'm super excited' .
He had nothing else to say.
Which leads me to my questions, of which I have two:
1. When did men (and their second hand experience) become experts on pregnancies?
2. What more can I do?
The first question bemuses me and makes me shake my head in puzzlement, but it's the second question that bothers me the most. Let me list my qualifications for pregnancy (as if there is such a thing):
A.We're married. Been married over a year.
B. We both have degrees (and I'm working on my second degree)
C. We own our house (yes, you heard me right. We own it)
D. We have a steady income, maybe double the income depending on other situations.
I will suggest to you, grand court of judgement, that these people are either too immature to appreciate that they're stagnate (The friend I was talking to is almost 30 and has only had one steady girlfriend his whole life), or jealous.
It's not just the one friend, either. There are several friends who are all at the eye rolling, 'too good for babies' time in their lives (despite the fact they've been acting like they're 20 for -years- now). It shouldn't bother me, but it does. Alex and I are happy and I'd like for my friends to be excited, too.
April 26th, 2011
Today was a day. Alex left for his office and I went to the vets office to pick up Samboney (who jumped into my car with no prompting whatsoever!). I went grocery shopping and then came home for a nap because I was very tired. Before school I mixed the stuffing and washed the bell-peppers for our stuffed bell-peppers. I took my 2nd to last final and finished my lab book, and we came home. I'm about to go to bed but I wanted to share my recipe because the bell peppers were very delicious. The only thing I may suggest is 1 more pound of turkey, but it's good without it!
1 pound of Turkey
1 can of tomato paste
1/2 onion chopped small
Cottage Cheese (small curd)
stuff the bellpeppers (cut in halves) and cover in mozzerella cheese. Cook at 370 for 45 minutes (more if you'd like the bell peppers to be cooked more thoroughly).
April 25th, 2011
|07:28 pm - Doctors Appointment #1|
I could hardly sleep last night. I wasn't sure if I could lay on my tummy (my prefered method of catching those Z's) or if I should lay on my side. I ended up rolling around multiple times, under the assumption that the less time in any one position, the less time in any 'bad' position, the less possible damage to the baby.
I woke up at 8 without an alarm clock (completely unheard of for me) and Alex's mom called shortly. She had found the number to the practice that she had used for the birth of her youngest and had called to make sure that it was indeed the same practice. It was, and she let me have the number. I called them and they told me the first step on this journey is to come in and take another pregnancy test. After they confirmed that I was pregnant they said we would move on from there. I made an appointment for this afternoon at 2, and Alex and I hustled off to get almost all of our errands completed.
The first stop was to Alex's parents house. Since my phone broke yesterday Ms. Tina suggested that we could use one of her old phones until my replacement could come in. We picked up 3 different blackberries and drove to Verizon.
At Verizon we waited for a while to have a sales associate put us on the phone with the automated system that we used to order a replacement and pay for my new phone. Thank God for phone insurance, or it would have been obscene! After we ordered the phone we tried to transfer my number to a blackberry temporarily, but they were all so dead that it took over 30 minutes to try and charge them. The phone, even on the charger, didn't have enough juice to be able to transfer numbers so I gave up and we left. Being phone-less for a day, while annoying, wont kill me. The replacement should be at the in-laws house tomorrow.
After the Verizon store we drove to Wal-Mart where we had our oil changed. While we were waiting we bought kitty litter, kitty food, and packing tape for the farm. The oil change itself didn't take long, but the woman entering our information was new and our car wasn't in the system so she had to enter all of our information manually.
After we got the oil changed it was time to drive home, drop the food off for Turk and giving the packing tape to the workers. We left straight from the house for the Doctors office and barely made it in time.
Our doctors office is only 45 minutes away, but it is through a very congested part of town. When we finally made it to the office I was too excited. The nurse at the front desk was impartial, taking our insurance information and my id without so much as looking at my face. We were sent to waiting room number 3. We waited maybe 15 minutes before the nurse called my name. She got the first day of my last period (March 17) and asked me to pee in a cup.
Peeing in a cup is always a fiasco, but I had recently heard a comedian joking about sitting on the toilet backwards and I thought I might give it a try. It made collecting the urine specimen easier, but it also made a mess. I cleaned up the cup and the toilet seat, washed my hands and headed out to the waiting area. Not 10 minutes later and the nurse was calling my name. I was so worried, my heart was in my throat. I practically ran to her, Alex walking a little behind me.
Her face was a mask for a moment, then she said:
'Congratulations! You're having a baby!'
I immediately started crying. I have never felt so good in Alex's arms as I did in that moment; I turned and he wrapped me in a warm and gentle embrace. I was fairly ecstatic and couldn't stand to stand still, I was bouncing from foot to foot. The nurse told me to pick up some pre-natal vitamins and another vitamin (the name of which escapes me right now). I asked when our due date was and she said 12/22/2011. (I have a different estimated delivery date, but I'll get into that in a few paragraphs below). I asked when we could find out the gender and she said around 16 and a half weeks. So, of course, I had to ask how far along I was. She let me know that I am 5 and a half weeks pregnant! I was ecstatic.
We made an appointment for May 12 at 2:45pm. The nurse at the front (as dispassionate as the first nurse) informed me that we would need to be prepared to be at the office for 2 hours, which is ample time to get a sonogram (YAY!), speak with the doctor, and also to speak with a person about our insurance (presumably to set up a payment plan pre-birth).
Alex and I left, floating on a cloud of air. We ate at Olive Garden to celebrate which I promptly threw up, and then we drove to the bookstore where I picked up 'What to Expect When You're Expecting' and also a calender.
From there it's rather boring; we drove to Alex's parents house so I could study a few minutes before my lab final, and then we went to school so I could take my lab final (only two more finals to go!) We stopped at CVS for the prenatal pills (and the other ones I can't remember) and then we met a friend for supper. It was the first meal that I ate that didn't cause me to feel nauseated.
Alex is going out to exercise with his guy friend and talk about guy things, and I'm going to sit very still right here in my recliner with an afghan on my lap. So many things to do, and no energy whatsoever to do them with!
April 24th, 2011
|09:09 pm - So Tired|
I'm so tired but I thought I might better finish the story.
Alex's parents pulled in and were exhausted from a long weekend. They got the horses off the trailer and into the pins so that they could stretched their legs and enjoy the sunlight. Alex and I tried to play it cool and waited for them to all get in the house and sit down. He handed out cards and everyone opened them up. Ms. Tina started reading aloud (their card was for both of them) and then she glanced sharply up when she got to the word GRANDPARENTS. Alex nodded and told her to keep reading. She read the inside and saw that we signed 'Sami, Alex, and Baby' and then she screamed 'I'm going to be a GRANDMA!' and leapt from the couch. She swooped down with tears in her eyes and hugged my neck. It was a flurry of laughing and tears; everyone was misty eyed.
She finally sat back down and read the letter Alex wrote to them on the inside, crying the entire time. Katie read her card and we talked about baby things.
Tons of other things happened; we went swimming and talked about hospitals. But I am feeling really tired and emotional and I'm going to bed. Stories for another day!