Friday, May 27, 2005

We See Baby Who!

We caught a glimpse of the little bean this morning, though we had to take the word of the wacky sonographer that we were looking at a head and not an ass and so on....She kept blathering on about the miracle and all that. When she left the room, I told Bill I would have paid him to say, "It was no miracle, it was my super sperm!"

Seriously, she was wacked. I felt like I was standing with our protestors here at the office, what with all of the the blown up fetal pictures. She also said "I call them all angels, even though they don't have wings yet!" I already knew that both sonographers at the office are anti-choice, but I didn't realize how obvious it was!

Nonetheless, it was cool to see BW and the heartbeat. What a treat.

The midwife says everything looks great! Next appointment, end of June!

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

The anti-craving

I wish I had cravings (other than my one for cole slaw) because planning meals is an impossibility. Eating makes my queasy tummy feel better, but thinking of food makes everything feel all that much worse. Puts me in an interesting dilemma every meal time. Thank god it is summer, when Bill makes tons of money, and I can afford to buy my lunch everyday. I just get in the car and drive until I see someplace that tells me to stop.

In other news, a sweet friend of mine is preggers too! We are already planning February play dates. (Because infants just love to get together and chit chat.)

Monday, May 23, 2005

This week I get my first ultrasound, and I am already wearing a pair of maternity pants. They are adjustable, and as the day has progressed, I have been unzipping one of the side panels a little bit each hour.

I felt better this weekend, but could still fall asleep at a moment's notice. Including in the middle of the Desperate Housewives finale. Now THAT is tired!

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Dear Body,

You can give me signals other than nausea that Baby Who is inside and doing fine, you know? Make the boobs more sore. Make me even more tired. Make me crave yummy foods. Please. I have had enough of not wanting to eat and feeling like poo.



Monday, May 16, 2005

A weekend of vomiting and dry heaves! What joy!

Today I actually feel much better....I got some of those ginger candies that my Dad loves so, and it turns out Baby Who really, really likes them too. Which leads me to believe that Bay Who will also like Coffee and Ice Cream.

Friday, May 13, 2005

One week later...(I took the last picture on Friday too.) Posted by Hello

Thursday, May 12, 2005

Knowledge is Power

Knowledge is power...the power not to panic! After an hour with our HR person, we determined that I should be able to take six weeks of paid leave once Baby Who is born. I can also probably add 2 unpaid weeks onto that, which means I only need to save the equivalent of one paycheck between now and then. For that purpose anyway.

Now we need to work on our budget to see if building this addition is even feasible. I tend to be a negative Nellie, but I can't afford another payment each month on top of health insurance for three and childcare. And I don't think Bill can either. But I don't think he sees that. I love that man of mine, but he's too optimistic sometimes.


Might as well be on the high seas, with rolling waves, for all my tummy cares.

Yesterday was the worst. It was hot and sticky and I was feeling queasy and I walked to get my car from the mechanic and got soaked. All day at my desk I kept dozing off. And when I got home my dinner tasted like the most rotten piece of rotting rot that ever rotted. Except the pita. That was good, like soft pillows of dough. Then the couch was a rocking boat, but I coulnd't move off it to get to bed. I had to keep one hand on the floor at all times, to prevent falling overboard.

Then, this morning, more of the same.

I know it's a good sign, but oh my lord, I'd much rather have varicose veins right now.

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

At any moment now, I could just nod off. Plus I was nauseated all morning.

These are not complaints. I actually am enjoying every yucky, tired feeling I have had over the last three weeks. And look forward to many, many more.

It just makes it very hard to get any work done. Just when I star on something, I have to go pee, or get a snack, or the phone rings, and I completely forget what I was doing to begin with.

According to science, this could mean a girl. I'd link to the story in the Canadian newspaper that explains that preggers ladies who forget things more often have girls, but it's a subscription site, and it's not really that interesting.

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

My Cup Runneth Over

Well, I bit the bullet at lunch time and ran to TJMaxx for new bras. I am pleased to announce that I am now a D cup. A painful, bumpy, itchy D cup. Eat your heart out, boys who wouldn't dance with me in junior high.

Monday, May 09, 2005

I got in an extra visit with the midwives today, due to an itchy boob rash. Diagnosis: Hormones. That's a surprise!

Belly at six weeks. Love the bloat. Posted by Hello

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Panic Sets In

Oh yes. This panic is over maternity leave. Will I be allowed to sub my paid leave for unpaid? What about all that sick time I have accrued? Will my benefits still be paid for? Or will I be stuck paying what I will be paying for insurance for three PLUS the $200 work kicks in? Does that really come to like $1500 each month or is my math off?

Normally an HR person could solve these issues really quickly...but not ours! Oh no!

She mentioned disability. And I hate to doubt her but, um, as far as I can tell, you can't get disability while on maternity leave unless it is pre-birth and you are on bed rest or the like OR you were injured after the birth and would have been on disability regardless of having a bambino.

I think I might be having an anxiety attack.

Oh yes I am.

Must breathe.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Age Old Debates

Will vomiting make me feel better?

Bill says yes. I say no. He doesn't usually get it coming out the nose when he pukes, and I do. So I held it in this morning, the worst it has been so far.

But in the future, my nose might not be so lucky.

Yesterday, Bill's mom bought Baby Who's first outfit. So cute.

Monday, May 02, 2005

My achey breaky heart...

Eat an apple.
Get heartburn.

Eat a cracker.
Get heartburn.

Eat a yogurt.
Get heartburn.

Eat a rueben, pickle, order of fries and order of onion rings.
No heartburn.