Housekeeping.

Hello! I've managed to worry some people when the blog was down. (I feel so loved! AND apparently my readership is greater than my mom, step mom and mother in law!) So what happened is that Adam switched the host and there was a problem and we needed them to fix something. But it's up and running, kinda. I don't think that Adam's blog is up yet, but it will be soon. The general consensus seemed to have been that we had the baby and didn't have time to post. I assure you, Internets, as soon as I can type after having her I will announce to the world that she's here in all of her glory, complete with pictures! Today I had my 40 week midwife appointment and it was standard, listened to baby, poked at baby (to ascertain where she's situated-- head down, back to my side) checked my blood pressure and chatted. There was some talk about homeopathic medicine, and it amused me to no end to hear the little explosions in Adam's head as the midwife talked about the vibrations of the herbs and how they leave their fingerprints in a tincture, so then you can get away with minute doses. Trying to convince Adam that there is another side to science is like trying to tell a zealot that there is no god. Really people, I suggest you try it some time. (not convince a zealot, explain to Adam that there are science alternatives... it will have you rolling on the floor.) In summary, blog is okay, I haven't had a baby but I will let you know. According to the midwife I'm still pregnant and we're waiting on the baby. Adam is not interested in alternative medicines, but I am. (or will consider them)

40 weeks

40 weeks marks my due date! Which is today! Too bad that it's an estimated due date though, and I'm still pregnant.
Adam has a theory that I won't go into labour for at least another week. He's looked up the statistics and has applied some mathy bits to it and has deduced the chance per day that I will have the baby. I believe I have about a 6% chance for today and slightly higher for tomorrow, overall a 25% chance this week.
I think it's all voodoo and he's put a hex on me to torture me!
Okay what's really happened is that him and the other super brains that he works with have figured this out to decide which projects to give him, based on the chance he will be able to finish them. I find it amusing that Google's brightest figured this out, you know instead of working on their-- work....

Anyhow DUDE 40 WEEKS! It's rather surreal! I feel rather stuffed with baby, and I am less than comfortable. I can't wait to burn my maternity clothes and wear normal clothes at some point again. (zippers and buttons on jeans, oh my!)
My midwife figures that the baby is about 7 and a half pounds, which I need to point out is a good size for a baby. I've had a few comments that 7.5 is really big and so on and so forth. But actually it's not. We're not all Christina Aguilera who chose a c-section at 37 weeks and had a small baby. (she chose a section! so that she wouldn't tear! I don't see how a small tear is worse than a large VISABLE scar. I think she's worried about other things really, to which I say, kegals, girl, kegals! Anyhow I digress.)

The baby is super active and likes to jab me hard, I guess she's less than happy with her confines as well. I remind her that it's up to her at this point and I'm not going to prevent her from coming!

I get to see my midwife and OB this week and the differences between them is rather amusing. I'm sure that my doctor will want to talk about induction and my midwife is much more laid back and willing to let nature take it's course. I will give my doctor credit though. She doesn't push me and knows that I do have a midwife and want to approach this in a natural fashion. That all being said I hope that I won't have to resort to less than natural options (which is anything that isn't the baby deciding on her own when to come), however I might be here in two weeks ready for whatever is needed.

Other than officially becoming full term there isn't a lot to report. Baby's growing, stretch marks are stretching and my craving for Japanese food is astronomical.

39 Weeks

Today I am one week away from my estimated due date, but we all know that 40 weeks is an estimation and full term is anywhere from 37 to 42 weeks. So technically I've been full term for 2 weeks and it's just a waiting game to see when the baby decides to be born. Granted I would love for her to be born now. She's about 7 pounds and is making me feel rather stuffed. However 7 pounds isn't huge. I've had a few comments that it's quite big, but it's not, it's quite average, and I believe that my body won't make a baby bigger than I can birth.* (A funny thing, evolution is.) So I think that this little cherub is going to stick around a little longer. She hasn't shown any sign that she's ready to come out, so I suspect that I will give birth after the 41st week like most new mothers, which puts me giving birth the week of the 25th, which is 2 weeks from today. So I guess I'm in for the long haul. Fun fun!

*Please don't regale me with stories how your baby was sooo big and it was just impossible. There is a rare chance that a mother's pelvis is actually too small, but it's rare. Frankly I've heard enough horror stories from people about difficulties birthing and I don't need to be hearing them right now. (Why do people feel the need to tell me the bad stuff? It's like they are rooting for my homebirth to fail, and it makes me sad, and really makes me want to hide away from the world more.)

38 weeks

or as I like to call it, "the world is stupid".
I've decided that I hate the world and it's full of idiots. Except you, of course. And Adam. He's not an idiot, even if he didn't feed the dog this morning and poor Chachi gave me the puppy dog eyes.
Adam thinks that I'm back to the hormonal stage I was when we were trying to get pregnant and I was on the evil drugs. I corrected him to remind him that back then I hated everyone, including him, but now he's exempt.
I'm finding that even my daily blogs and message boards are irritating me. Especially the grammar mistakes on the message boards, it's taking all I have to not correct them.
Oh well, I suspect that a small pink person can help to alleviate my grumpies. And to be clear I mean pink like healthy pink, not Oompa Loompa pink.

Okay, capishe?

37 Weeks!

Which means I'm full term! YAY! I have a fully formed baby in me. Kinda trippy.
I was doing baby laundry yesterday and it's weird to look at everything and think that my baby will get to wear it.
So along with the "YAY there's a baby!" comes weird feelings of seperation anxiety. Not so much her seperation from me, because while I like having her there, I can't wait to see her, it's more after the fact. I don't know how I am going to react to people coming and visiting and taking her from me to hold. (sorry family, but it's how I feel, I suspect there will be a time when this will change, this is merely how I feel right now) Adam thinks I've gone off of my rocker, but that's nothing new. My anxiety over the "pass the baby game" is directly related to her protection. Germs people! Germs. It's cold and flu season, and RSV is scary! And she's used to me and Adam, how will she feel to be passed from person to person, and just as her little eyes focus she realizes that it's not her Mama or her Daddy!
Okay clearly I need to breathe now, and cross my fingers that she cooks a little longer and I can get over this.
Although I have been feeling this way for a while. I don't buy into the whole idea that babies don't care of know. Even when friends have babies and I've visited, I've never just assumed that I would get to hold the baby, I would wait to be invited. When Tessa was born my brother immediatly gave her to me and I was a little shocked, I don't know if I could have done that to my one day old child. But then again my brother and I are different people, and he's no more wrong than I am for feeling this way.
Anyhow I'm crazy we know, Adam will tell you so.
And YAY baby!

36 Weeks and lovely Internet people!

Yesterday I was 36 weeks pregnant. It's rather exciting because I'm one week away from the baby being considered full term, a place I never thought I'd get to. So surreal.
Along with being 36 weeks I am tired. Tie, to the -erd. Yesterday it was toss up between sleep and eating, eventually eating won out because it's hard to sleep when one's hungry. I blame the sleepyness and hunger to the baby gaining an ounce a day! That's a lot!

So with being pregnant comes gifts I've learned and I've been spoiled by people that I didn't expect to spoil me. Lovely Internet people! Lisa at Random Outlaw sent me a lilac moby which was perfect because I had also ordered a chocolate one so that Adam wouldn't have to wear a girly colour, and now we each can have one! YAY! Thanks Lisa! I love it! Regan gave me many many outfits for the baby, all for 6 months and later, which shows how genius she really is. And cute! It's nice to know that I will have a totally stylish baby in spite of my lack of style. Thanks Regan! I will take many pictures of the baby being cute and well dressed!
It makes me feel so loved to have people I've met online give me gifts! What a lovely place the Internet is! Also on the message board I frequent we've done 2nd and 3rd trimester swaps so I've gotten gifts from other women who are in my due date club, which is so fun! Such nice people!

Eating.

I've complained here to the internets* about my inability to satiate my cravings during this pregnancy.
I thought I should elaborate on this issue since it's still plaguing me.
Apparently I'm too Canadian to be living in Northern California, the land of every culture and every food type EXCEPT anything Canadian. In the past I've made it no secret that I want Tim Hortons chicken soup, which is my most favourite in the whole wide world. However I can't get anything even similar to it here. To add to my list of can't haves is pho sate from Saigon Y2K in Calgary which I've decided is a bastardized pho soup because we can't find it here either, and yet I want it in all of it's salty, spicy, kinda fishy glory. And my latest addition to my list of can't haves is perogies.
Yesterday Adam and I searched for them in the local store and found one kind, a frozen low fat kind, which weren't very good. It boggled my mind that at home they are a whole section in the freezer and there is a huge variety of them, but here- nothing. Adam was quick to point out that I could have taquitos, any variety, but sigh, I NEEDED perogies.
So I had the crappy ones. And I cursed not being in Canada again.

Stupid Northern California with everything EXCEPT perogies, Tim Hortons and yummy pho.

*Adam hates it when people say the internets.... hee hee.

Midnight oh one, coincides with week 35.

It's late and I should be all cuddled in bed trying to get over my killer cold, but alas my pregnant body will not let me relax. I've been blessed with the evil restless legs and lovely heartburn. I would love to complain about how I'm DONE being pregnant, but really and truly I'm not done. I'm not disliking it as much as I assume I should be after reading accounts of how much other women hate being in the late stages of pregnancy. Rather I am enjoying it. Granted I do not like the discomforts, but I do like feeling the baby move. I really love the anticipation of what's to come. And golly lolly after the rigamarole it took to get here, I am not going to take it for granted and wish it away. I am anxious to see this little being who like to make it hurt to take deep breaths, I'm not going to say I want to meet her because I know her quite well. She's really feisty, she doesn't like any pressure at all, and will fight it. I wonder if she will like being swaddled. She gets a little pissy when I have a contraction and when it ends she goes on a little rampage (it's little because she's confined). She will not participate in the daily "let the Daddy feel you" game, she gets all quiet then retaliates by dancing on my bladder.
Adam and I wonder what she will look like. I think, based on ultrasounds that she has my nose, and I hope so! We debate eye colour. Adam would love blue, and I think that she will have blue, but only because green is so less common, and especially my true green. Really I'll be happy with just her having eyes. (which is predicted)
Anyhow while we're on the topic, it seems my blood pressure has evened out. I don't know if is because of the acupuncture or if it's all because the nurse was an idiot. I think it's a little of both. Long story shortened, the nurse didn't get a proper reading (Lisa you were right), it freaked me out, which made a proper reading high, my cuff is a piece of crap, the doctor suggested pre-e twice, I had many tests, proceeded to get more stressed, hospital visit, all is well, doctor visit all is well, new home cuff and my bp is perfect. So home birth, ON! I'm still seeing the acupuncturist who is also going to help me learn to relax, which is quite the skill apparently and one that I've never really had. I've never been one to deal with stress well, which is a reason I am so sick now. (And the reason I had to miss Regan's birthday party...)
Speaking of the acupuncturist. Whoo whee it's interesting. Adam doesn't really follow that train of thought at all, which I can understand, it's quite different. I can follow it a little better, but I still have trouble understanding chi and vibrations. However after my session on Friday I can breathe easier (she was helping with my cold in addition to the high blood pressure). I also had an acupressure session, which was so, so nice. I expected it to be a lot more intense, but it was gentle and relaxing. Ahem, More please! The needles for the acupuncture are really strange. They don't hurt going in, but when she twiddles them they send some searing jabs up your arm, or where ever they are. I feel like there should be gaping holes in me, but I can never see them after she takes the needles away. It's really rather interesting, although a little pricey.

Okay it's midnight nineteen and I'm dead tired, and this has gone beyond rambly to incoherent.

Ohhh that waskally blogger!

My absence can be explained, I promise. Apparently the people we use the host our page was moving something or changing somehow and it wasn't letting me upload my entries. But now I see that it has allowed it, so I'm back! To be fair it wasn't blogger, but I can't remember the name of the host. So there.

Nothing much is new here.
I've had some fun health stuff. After a perfect pregnancy I've been plagued with high blood pressure. There has been lots of talk of pre-eclampsia, which is hella scary! But it looks like it's not that, perhaps pregnancy induced hypertension? I don't know. Yesterday at the midwife appointment it was perfect and normal, but when I take it today it's scary high. I'm almost inclined to think that it's my blood pressure cuff, with a little hypertension mixed in. So we did have to make the trek to the hospital when I had a really scary reading but all was well, and I was discharged on house arrest. Not quite bed rest, but could be soon.
Sucky deal!
I still might be able to have a home birth, which we all know I really want. But if I have to have a hospital birth so I don't die, I'll go to the hospital. And then I'll try for a home birth with the next one.
I've been seeing an acupuncturist to try and bring my blood pressure down. It's strange to lay there when you know there are multiple needles sticking out of you. But if it works I'm not going to stop. Poor Adam is having troubles accepting that acupuncture could work. I'm really making him look beyond what he's accustomed to regarding science and such with this pregnancy. But he's willing to, and I love him for it.
My doctor had me do a 24 hour urine test. Which is gross and no one wants to hear about it, but have you ever wondered how much you pee in a whole day? It's crazy. So to do the test you pee in a cup and pour it in a big ol' jug. I nearly filled two 3- litre jugs! Dude that's a lot of pee! Hee hee, then poor Adam had to carry it into the hospital, after all I was going there assuming that I was about to die with my freaky high blood pressure, carrying 5 litres of liquid wasn't good for me.
So there have been my last few days summed up, oh and I have a killer cold.
To recap,
high blood pressure, not sure why
sometimes normal blood pressure, confusing
needles all over, funny
jug o' pee, gross, yet amusing
nasty cold, evil, but expected (this is what my body does when I'm stressed)

Happy Hump Day!

31 weeks

Holy moly I'm that pregnant!
I was in Canada for my 30th week and it was hard. I felt healthy, but I just wanted to be home with Adam. I had a great time with Tessa and my family, but I wanted to be home. Sigh. The snow was dreadful. Every time I had to wipe snow off of the car I cursed out loud to every snow flake, and there were a lot of them. I know I've said I miss snow, so I should qualify it, I miss it under my skis while I am bundled in all of my gear and the only part of me that gets touched by snow are my cheeks. Snow in any other situation is horrid.

So on to 31 weeks. The baby is about 4 naval oranges according to baby centre, it's interesting that she's moved on from being one fruit to 4.

When I remember to do my kick counts I can generally count 10 kicks in about 5 minutes. I do confess that I rarely do them because she's made it more than obvious to me that she's there and she's having a grand ol' time.

While I was in the bath the other day I was just zoning out watching the water and I noticed that it was moving, but I wasn't deep enough for it to be my breath moving it, and I realized the baby had the hiccups and she was making the little currents. So cool. Then the next day it happened again, except it was her kicking, so the ripples were much more erratic and larger. I think seeing that may go down as the most fascinating ever, more than the ultrasounds.

When my mom pointed out to Tessa that I had a baby in my tummy, Tessa immediately pulled up my shirt demanding the baby come out now. It was cute, and I had to explain to her that she can see the baby when there are flowers outside. I don't think she understood, but she stopped tugging on my shirt demanding to see the baby.

Seeing as I am in my 31st week I have 6 weeks left until I am in my window where I can safely have a home birth. (the window is 37-42 weeks) I don't profess to know if I will be closer to the 37th or the 42nd, but the anticipation will reach a whole new pitch I'm sure!

The baby still seems to react to sugar, and still hates any pressure on her. Today she was kicking the seat belt when I was driving, and I always make sure it's well under my belly, but apparently Little Miss thought it wasn't good enough.

I am getting killer heart burn and apples can barely touch it any more. I need to take lots of activated charcoal and other remedies, but if I have too many pills in me they try to pop out since the opening to my stomach doesn't close right. (yay for relaxin!) Sleep is getting harder and harder. Adam and I broke down today and bought be some really fluffy synthetic pillows because with my body being bigger my little feather pillow wasn't holding me up properly, resulting in a sore neck and numb arms. We also bought a straight body pillow 'cause my curvy one tangles me up at night. I still want to sleep on my stomach, and I kinda can, but Little Miss doesn't so much like it. I'll move if she puts up a fuss or if there's any pain. I've realized I can lay on my back for extended periods of time, which is supposed to be a huge pregnancy no-no, but I figure if there is no pain, I'm okay. That being said Little Miss doens't always like it, and I have noticed it can bring on some Braxton contractions (so I move).

My late pregnancy morning sickness seems to have abated, which is nice, but I still have no appetite to speak of. I often find that I have passed hungry and have lapsed into the shakeies because I don't eat enough, which is weird because I don't feel hungry. Normally I am on top of when I ate last and what I need now, but sometimes I get busy and without any cues from my body I don't realize how long it's been. I find this to be so strange because if you know me at all you know that remembering to eat is not an issue of mine. It has created a shift in how I eat, less crap and a whole lot more wholesome. Although in reality I've always been quite wholesome, but it's the sweet tooth that has been my Achilles heel, but now it's mostly gone.

Adam seems to be excited for the baby, he reminded me when I was in Canada that I had her to keep me company and it was strange for him to call her by her name to me. We haven't divulged her name to family yet, we want to keep it a secret, and I don't want anyone to get attached to a name and then have us change our minds. I'm also worried that someone close to me would pooh-pooh the name or suggest something else, and we love the name we've chosen, I don't want any negativity to linger in my mind about it. (and it would, I can really hold on to some things, and we did tell someone close, very early in pregnancy and they did pooh-pooh it, and I felt horrible)

So that's about it for the 31st week. We're on the hunt for a doula. When I was explaining what a doula was to my brother's fiancee, my mom suggested that she be it for me, and I shot her down fast. I think I was a little harsh, but I just don't think I would be able to relax enough with my mom or Adam's mom there. (sorry!) The thought of having non-professionals there except for Adam and I makes me a little nervous. I understand that some people need to have their whole family there, but I am not that person. I will be more than happy to have my family come around after I've established a secure breastfeeding relationship with the baby. I don't know how long that will take. Personally I would like to have 2 weeks alone with just Adam and I to bond with the baby and bond with each other as new parents. Right now Adam and I know each other so well as individuals, as husband and wife, but we don't know each other as mother and father. I am really looking forward to meeting my husband the father, and seeing my new little family all together bonding, just the three of us (and the pets). It seems romantic and deeply personal to me to have this time alone with my new family, to really learn who my daughter is and for her to learn who I am and who her father is.
That all being said I am sure I will get comments and emails telling me how great it was to have a million different people around them right after their baby was born. All I can say to that is, I'm glad you have the experience you did, and that you're happy with it. This is just a personal desire of mine, just like me wanting a home birth and a variety of other issues that we'll get to touch on later when it comes to raising this little girl.

A home birth

As of last weekend all of the baby's grandparents know that we are planning a home birth. Even though I know I am an adult and allowed to make my own decisions there are some* really conservative people in my life and I had a haunch that they wouldn't adapt to the idea well. So when I told my dad I braced myself for what was to come, and then nothing! He's pro-home birthing! Whaaaa? This was the same guy who told me that I probably wouldn't be able to handle the pain and probably would need a c-section because I'm short. Needless to say I'm happy that he's all for it.
When I told my mom, she said that she guessed that I would have ended up having a home birth, which I thought was funny because I didn't know, and yet another friend said the same thing. I guess I just give off that vibe. Interesting....
Adam's family has been a lot more hesitant on the whole home birth idea. To be fair no one has come out and said it's a bad idea, they just ask questions to make sure we've thought it through and know what could happen and that we have back-up. Initially I was really upset that they asked these things. After all I'm 30, I have a clue, and it's not like I'm planning to give birth in a bathroom stall in a mall or anything. Once my hormone induced pout passed I realized they just care, but they don't really know me that well. My family does, they know that I will think through my decisions and that I am going to make sure everything is in place, and they care too, they care enough to not question me and to trust that I'll do what's best for me. (They know that I am ruthlessly independent, and smart enough to make informed choices.)
Now I wonder what raising our child will be like. I know am going to be that liberal parent with strange ideas that my family and Adam's family isn't used to. I'm sure my head will explode, many times over, but I'm sure it will be from them loving my baby, and they'll learn. My family did, Adam's family will too- after all I'm just that stubborn.

*by some I mean all, including Adam, although I'm working on him, and he's coming over to the good side.

28 Weeks

Third trimester! YAY! Which means I'm in the home stretch!
Anyhow I had my OB appointment today and everything is all good and good. The doctor is happy with how much weight I've gained, or haven't depending how you look at it. The baby's heart beat is good and thumpy, she's growing at a good rate and my blood pressure is still lower than what it was while I was trying to get pregnant. SO hooray!
Tomorrow I go and see the midwife, which should be interesting. I'm still going to have a home birth, and still excited. We told the doctor today and she was really supportive, which I was happy about. I really appreciate that she trusts my decision and didn't give me, or Adam any grief or try to scare us out of it.
Tonight we're putting up the Christmas tree and Adam is busy vacuuming up a cactus he knocked over. (it was the one that was growing the best too, it's like plants are doomed in this house!) We're using the same Charlie Brown tree as last year, and I should have pictures which I may post here, but will be on my Facebook.

Epidurals or "You want to screw what into my baby's head?"

In our Bradley class today we talked about epidurals.
I was really impressed with our instructor who is very pro natural birth to condone epidurals. She explained to us that they are tools and that they can be helpful. I can understand this, and I know of some people that used them at the perfect time resulting in a great birth, perhaps if they wouldn't have used them, then they would have had a c-section. That being said I do not want one. I've always known that I don't want one, but after seeing the internal monitor that gets screwed into the scalp of your baby when you have one, pretty much sealed the no epidural deal for me.
To be clear I don't want to screw anything into my baby's scalp.

(Okay, I know it's just a little needle, and I know that hundreds of them are used a day, but what fun would it be if I didn't pull out all of the drama, because really when I looked at the little needle, it was a full sized wood screw, waiting to bore into the skull of my baby. No I'm not hormonal at all....)

Apples!

Before I was pregnant I would get the most killer heartburn ever! I would often wake up in agonizing pain, chew/ choke on 4-5 tums to get it under control and go back to sleep. This went on forever. (I think it was related to all of the strange hormones I had in me.) After I got pregnant and my hormones lessened, yes lessened, the heartburn subsided and I was so happy. I was able to sleep for a whole night, with NO PAIN! Joy of joys!
Then I entered the second trimester, and oh the heart burn came back, slowly, then it was all out vicious again. I was back to my multi tums, multi times a night habit. By now I had perfected my tums chewing skills where I would barely taste them and swallow them without too much gagging. Then I learned that apples can help with heartburn. Plain ol' apples. So I tried, I ate one before I went to bed, and I 'slept' through the night without heartburn! (I quote slept because when you pee every hour and can't get comfy, sleeping is a joke.) But no heart burn. I have been heartburnless for nearly 2 weeks, just by eating apples.
I am amazed!
Really and truly. And my heartburn was so bad I would almost throw up from it.
I've never been a fan of apples, I guess growing up in an area where there is an apple orchard every block could do that, but now here I am loving the apple.
It's truly amazing!

Baby Update.

I haven't talked about the baby in a while so I thought I should mention some of the new developments.
This week she's about the length of a cucumber according to Baby Centre. She's close to 2 pounds, starting to gain lots of weight and beginning some serious brain development.
To facilitate all of this I've been eating a lot more protein than I've ever eaten before and taking the cod liver oil to help her little brain grow. I've noticed that since I've really increased my protein intake she's become a lot more active. I've said before that she was very active and she was, then she settled down, still giving me a jab every couple hours, but lately she's been jabbing me every couple minutes.
When asked before I would describe the jabs as feeling like gas bubbles, but lately they feel more like my stomach is rolling, like it does right before you throw up. I guess she's higher up, but I still feel most of the pokes low. I do know that my placenta is high on the front and on the top, so that would be why I can't feel her up there.
I have been having lots of Braxton Hicks contractions. They don't hurt at all, but some are quite intense and it takes my breath away. On the topic of breath, I can feel that my lung capacity is about half. I find it disturbing, like I've become very unfit. It's a little demoralizing, but I know it's temporary.
Physically I look pregnant, but no cute little basketball bellies here. I feel like a weeble, or even a barrel with legs. I can only wear whole panel maternity pants, since the half panel ones cut into me. I am even growing out of all of my yoga style pants, which is really upsetting because that means I have a rotation of 3 pair of pants, which includes one pair of jeans. I'm leery to go and buy a lot of clothes since I'll only need them for a couple more months, but I do need more.
I think I'm lucky that I haven't been plagued by the mask of pregnancy that some woman get. Since I am so fair I don't have enough melanin to make the mask, so hooray! The skin on my face is much the way it's always been, but the skin on my chest and shoulders is that of a teenager, and it's disturbing. I'm hoping that this too shall pass.
I know that there have been requests for pictures, but I just don't feel like taking one. Sorry.
Eating is still a challenge, I haven't gotten my appetite back from the first trimester, although I don't have aversions, I just don't want to eat. Most days I have to force feed myself since thinking about food is revolting. Especially meat and protein stuff, I wish I could live on fruit, since it's all that I generally want. But I would rather choke down protein than get pre-eclampsia.
I still can't get comfortable when I sleep and the maternity pillow doesn't help since I don't use it. Our bed just isn't big enough for me, Adam, a cat and dog and a large person sized pillow. I'm learning how to sleep on my back, and I've noticed that I often wake on my stomach, I guess everything just shifts back.
So that's about it. I officially can't wait for the middle of February, but I think I might enjoy this trimester more since there is more interaction with the baby.

Tasty?

Every night before I go to bed I take 1 tablespoon of cod liver oil and then 3 tablespoons of molasses (to boost my iron levels). I wonder what it would be like to mix it all in a cup and drink it down?

99 days

Holy moly. I have 99 days left of my pregnancy if you count Feb. 16 as my due date. (which is according to the last ultrasounds)
So I thought a sing a long would be fun.

99 days of this pregnancy to go.
99 days left to go.
Finish today and move on again,
98 days of this pregnancy left to go.

However since most first pregnancies last until the 41st week, this song doesn't work. Sigh, but "99 days until my estimated due date" just doesn't have the same ring to it.

Speaking of due dates, Feb. 16th is Adam's mom's birthday, and Feb. 9th is his Aunt's, so I commented that with Valentines Day this poor baby has a mine field to avoid so that she can have her own day. Anyhow apparently I might have hurt some feelings with this comment. I didn't mean to, but I don't think it's wrong that I hope she is born on her own day, not Valentines Day (which would be the worst) and so that she can have her own birthday.
But that's just classic me over thinking and putting my foot in my mouth.

UGH

Today is an ugh kinda day. Adam and I had to get up at the horrible ungodly hour of 8am. Which I know will have some people rolling their eyes, I roll them too, when I read that. But I wake every hour to pee, and don't go back to sleep quickly, so 8am is hell! Oi. How did I ever hold down a normal job?
I have no clue.
So anyhow today was an early day because we were interviewing a slew of midwives. Up until today we'd interviewed one, and she was nice, eccentric and I would have been fine with her, but I really want someone I just click with. Today I found that clicky person, and so did Adam, but it's not the same person. However Adam's person is my second choice.
Adam and I do agree though, that we do not want a midwife who will wave incense around me and chant hippy stuff. I'd be liable to drown her in the birthing tub, then labour around her floating corpse. (that's a horrible image....) Okay I promise I won't drown my midwife, but we don't want any crystals being brought into the whole birth experience. I want someone like me, who's a lot of no nonsense and will tell me, straight up, what I need to know. (I'm not saying that I'm no nonsense.... I'm sure I have lots of nonsense....) So it's a hard choice. We'll see what happens.
There was lots of talk of doulas, and we're on the fence. Adam's convinced that he can do it without one, but I worry that it will be a lot of work for him to support me all by himself. Having family step in isn't an option at all for me since our family is in Canada and I wouldn't feel comfortable with any family flitting around me during my birth (or really for the first week after she's born). We might consider a student doula since we don't need an advocate in a hospital since we're not going to one, and if we do have to be transferred the midwife would step into the position as doula at the hospital. In any case it's another decision.
I do wish this was all cut and dry. It's unfortunate that pregnancy and birth is so medicalized now and that we don't have access to more natural births in our lives. What I'm trying to say is that if both Adam and I had seen several births in our lives this would be a cut and dry decision for us, we would have a lot more of an idea of what we want. However we're not privy to that in our culture and I'm going on my gut instincts that this is what I need and Adam has to rely on that too, even though his gut isn't quite there yet. (although he's making strides and is still the only person who's allowed to have doubts)
In any case we're going ahead with it. And in 12-17 weeks I should have a lovely birth story for you, ending with me birthing at home or being transferred to a hospital, but still happy that I tried it my way. I guess really all that matters is that I'm comfortable (with my birth choice), which is totally selfish, but I feel that my comfort level directly impacts my baby, and I truly believe that this is the best choice for her.
Golly I can't wait to show everyone pictures of her.
I bet she's going to be 6ish pounds and a cue ball! I can't wait to see what colour her eyes will be (when the pigment comes in) or if she will have my nail beds or Adam's.
We shall soon see.

November 2nd 10:16pm.

Okay this sucks. It's only the 2nd and I'm already screwing up? I wonder what's wrong with my brain. Oh wait.... That's right I have a parasite.
Speaking of said parasite. (I get so mad at Adam when he calls her a parasite, and yet here I am being all hypocritical.) Anyhow I thought it would be fun to plea for the stuff I crave, because I can't get it in this country. Yes the land of consumerism and I can't satiate my pregnancy cravings. One might think that I am craving something obscene like (insert strange food item found only in remote jungle or small country far away from here-- remember the brain sucking and my inability to think well?). But I'm not craving ________. I want chicken noodle soup, from Tim Horton's. Oh sweet Timmy Ho's, with your slightly stale donuts and reconstituted chicken noodle soup, how I miss you so. I'm also craving sate pho from Saigon Y2K in Calgary. Oh salty fishy soup that is too spicy to eat so I make Adam order it so I can eat some of his and not waste a whole bowl, how I miss you so. And the piece d'resistance Vegemite. Oh dark god of hot buttered toast, I read that you're illegal in the US due to you high levels of B12. Oh salty spread of spreads the misunderstood breakfast jewel, I know that you are not to be spread like peanut butter, but rather gently caressed into the nooks and crannies of warm toasty bread. Oh tangy taste bud titilater, close cousin to Marmite, I yearn for you. I want you dripping with butter from my toast, melted into a cup of hot water for a yummy beverage and licked lovingly from the end of my butter knife before it's plunged into the dark, humid prison that is the dishwasher. Oh Vegemite more than anything I want to have you in my cupboard so I can eat you anytime I wish. I'll keep you snuggled close to the Nutella, who I hear from the peanut butter is a good bed fellow. Oh Vegemite I especially want you in the two pound jar, forever ready to adorn my toast, and satisfy my cravings for salty yeasty beer by product goodness.

So there you have it, I have cravings, but only of things I cannot get here. Or perhaps they are the cravings that persist because they cannot be satiated. In any case I will continue to dream of toast spread with delicious black sludge to be eaten with Timmy's soup, and then for desert fishy pho.
Sigh....

There's a whole lotta shakin' goin' on.

That might be the lamest title EVER!
So on the heels of NaBloPoMo, I'm going to keep this short. Like bulleted short.
1. There was a moderate earthquake last night. It was measured at 5.6, which is big enough for me, thankyouverymuch. We live pretty close to where it hit and I was home alone, pretty sure might pee my pants. The shaking lasted for close to a minute, but when you're completely freaked out, I'm sure time slows. Also when you're freaked out, you get stupid. I sat there unsure what to do. So finally I ran to an internal door way and tried to entice Chachi to come to me, but he didn't. Too busy barking at the earthquake. I took some pictures of how stuff fell over and came close to breaking. It'll be good fodder for tomorrow.
2. Halloween. I plan on dressing both pets. Hee hee... pictures to come. Think Internet superstars.
3. The baby, Murp or Betty. Call her as you will. She's still dancing on my bladder. She's healthy, growing at the rate she should be, and apparently she doesn't like earthquakes either.

Okay that's all I'm going to give up today. Starting tomorrow you will have at least 30 posts for your amusement. Adam even said he would do some posting. whoot whoot



Edited to add: Chachi didn't win the contest, although he was the cutest dog there. Some other dog dressed as a cowboy won. And he wasn't even wearing a home made costume! The injustice. But Chachi was a little doll. Everyone wanted his picture. He pranced around wearing his costume like it was nothing, whereas at home he would cower and hate it. Such a strange little beastie.

Also edited to add. Betty isn't the baby's name, just what I've taken to calling her.

She's sucking me dry.

I have been delinquent in my posting. You'll survive, with time and counselling.
Seriously though, I don't have many of the creative juices flowing right now. I think she's using them all up to grow or something. I haven't been to my ceramics class in 3 weeks because I have no clue what I want to make.
Anyhow some housekeeping, baby style.
I wanted to talk about how I've felt her move, since I don't have a paper journal and I should record this in some manner.
In all of the research I'd read that I wouldn't feel her move until well into my 2nd trimester because, basically I wouldn't recognize the feeling. Also the additional "padding" would also prevent me from feeling much, which I don't understand because you feel it from the inside.
Anyhow I felt her in my 12th week. Adam and I were waiting for a table at IHOP and I felt this solid THUNK low in my pelvis. I knew it wasn't a gas bubble because it was in the wrong spot, and it couldn't have been anything else. I was shocked because I didn't feel any flutters, just a solid whack, courtesy of my gentle baby. It was like she took a running start and headbutted me, which is all I can deduce that she did since she was still only a couple ounces at that point.
After that initial "meeting" she let herself be known frequently, and always with a solid THWACK, I never felt the gentle flutters that I see people talking about. (on message boards) Finally I did feel a flutter, I think it was her rolling around, which I had seen her do a lot on my ultrasounds. It felt like she was doing barrel rolls, and really none too gently if I was feeling them when she was so small, they were always accompanied by a whack. At this time Adam and I joke that she floats like a butterfly and kicks like a donkey. (ahh my baby, a delicate flower)
Recently, at the end of my 19th week I felt her heartbeat. I am positive it was hers because it was twice as fast as mine, and localized, so it wasn't the hiccups. I felt it around the middle of my uterus on the side. It was a faint sensation, and I was able to compare it to mine and they weren't the same. I have never read about anyone feeling their baby's heartbeat, but I am sure that was it. I've heard it and seen it so I know the rhythm of it, which was this. I attribute it to my ability to be really aware of my body, which comes from years of beating the crap out of myself, I mean rugby.
And now yesterday (end of 21st week), I felt strange kicks, like she was kicking everywhere all at once. Then I realized that they were hiccups, and they felt like little explosions in my uterus.
She does have a personality, and I fear that she is going to be a handful. She does not like it when I spend anytime even close to lying on my stomach. I tend to sleep on my side now, but leaning forwards, with my knee way up to stop myself from fully laying on her. She still kicks the spot that is on the bed, mercilessly. So I am unable to really sleep well, which is slowing killing me I'm sure. (only 19 more weeks of no sleep, oh wait....)
In any case it's not like I can return her for a quieter model, so she better be cute!

Baby battles, brought to you by our anal society.

Did you know that Facebook has been removing pictures of women breastfeeding lately? They allow pictures of half naked women in really seductive poses, but they don't like seeing a little boob mostly obscured with a baby's head. A while ago in blog world there was a huge uproar about it and I thought about posting something about it. Then I realized I didn't have the energy to fight it. And even now as I go to my favourite blogs everyday I've noticed that some have little buttons declaring their unhappiness with Facebook. So I can't sweep it under any rugs, I feel like I need to mention it and how it's unfair, that breastfeeding is natural and a really really good thing. But again I don't have the energy.
I do find it funny that people get their panties in such a bunch about breastfeeding and how it should always be hidden. My brother wouldn't allow Tessa's mom to breastfeed anywhere but the bathroom and in the bedroom, which mortified me. But if you knew my brother, you would know not to argue as he's a volitile mofo and it's sometimes better to let it alone. So fastforward to now and I'm getting geared up to breastfeed, quite literally, and I know I will be facing these battles, and I dread it.
Right now I face a similar battle when people ask us if we've chosen a crib or if we know what colour we're going to paint the nursery. Honestly I would love to play along, "we've found the nicest crib and green all green", but in truth, there will be no crib, and no nursery. We're going to co-sleep and the baby will be in our room, in our bed. However I need to be cautious whenever I mention this since I have had the whole range of disapproval from family members, from "it's not reccommended", "you know your older cousin XXX refused to leave her parents room until she was over 5 years old!" and my all time favourite "that's disgusting!" I have come up with replies for all of these responses, "Adam and I have discussed it and it's right for us", "I don't know of any students going to college who still need to sleep with their parents", and "what are you talking about disgusting? Whatever, it's my kid." (The disgusting comment I'm sure was from a parent assuming we'd have sex next to the baby, so to be clear, sex doesn't always have to happen in the bed and at night.)
And here I am now only half way into this pregnancy and I'm tired of this argument. I'm tired of the disapproval, tired of people having no clue what they are talking about, and mostly tired that people are so close minded that they won't even consider that there's another way. I've become good at avoiding the nursery question, or I just answer "green".
So to my friends and family who will be agast at how Adam and I choose to raise our child, go and Google "attachment parenting" and then when you've read and understand we can talk.
To the rest of my friends and family who will just drool over my baby and understand that all parents are different, thank you, and did I mention thank you?


Lisa, I know you're an APer. How did your family react? What did you say when parent XYZ told you that it was wrong?

Oh yeah it's National delurk day. Leave me a comment to say hi!

Oh this is a doozy.

We had an ultrasound today to check up on the Murp and make sure that her heart is okay, as there was a small chance that she would have inherited Adam's funky heart issue that nearly killed him as a baby. But as luck would have it she has my nose and a healthy heart, both of which we're very happy about.
So the pink elephant in the room is that I'm calling the Murp a she. Oh yes, apparently our little boy is a girl. There was a distinct lack of a penis today, and both the ultrasound tech and the doctor checked, multiple times, and no penis. I don't know what happened to it. I'm pretty sure security is tight so no scissors were admitted without my approval, which only leaves us thinking that perhaps a loop of umbilical cord posed as a penis. (very convincingly, I might add)
I was a little shocked to say the least. I've spent the last month bonding with my baby boy, and the switch to a girl is strange. However before the 16 week ultrasound I was convinced that we were having a girl and was shocked then when I was told she was a he. So I was right, technology be damned. (don't tell Adam I said that, he loves his technology)
So to be official Murp is a girl! Her heart is healthy, she won't have cystic fibrosis and the other genetic screens were clear, and most importantly she has my nose!

This post coming to you as fuzzy black lines.

My glasses are in the other room, and well it's hot and I'm pregnant. Okay, also lazy. Moving on.
First when did I become so blind that I need glasses to see the computer screen well? Damn aging process! Oh well at least it's just a little fuzzy vision, no other things that I am scared of. (arthritis, diabetes all the stuff my grandpa had)

Anyhow today my dear sweet husband bought me two pies, a lemon one and a chocolate one. They were good, I had some of both. My argument was that the baby NEEDED them. Adam couldn't argue. Hmm pies. I have noticed that I have the appetite of a sparrow. It's rather odd and a little disturbing. I can eat half a sandwich and a cup of milk. I guess this is a good habit for me to continue. Perhaps it will after pregnancy also. I'm also a little disturbed at my total and complete distaste for meat. I can eat a little in stuff, like a sandwich, or a ham and pineapple pizza, but the thought of a breast of chicken on a plate makes me a little pukey. So I've ordered some rice protein powder since all I have is soy, and I had to swear off soy while I was getting pregnant. And now I learn that it can interfere with hormones during pregnancy also. Okay. No soy for me, well except soy sauce and miso, 'cause I would not be able to live without miso. (also they are fermented so they aren't as harmful apparently)

So I have been working on this theory that we humans are like dogs, and pure breeding has made us a little volatile. (Pure breeding as in not mixing ethnicities.) I've come up with this when I was diagnosed as being a carrier of Cystic Fibrosis. Whoo hoo! As it turns out I have the worst form of the mutation in my genes, which is the most common mutation. It will never harm me as I am only a carrier, however if Adam is a carrier there is a 25% chance that the baby would have the disease, and a 50% chance that the baby would be a carrier. So Adam was tested and after a week of waiting we were informed that he is not a carrier. So now the baby has a 25% chance of being a carrier and a 1 in 241 chance that the baby will have the disease (from a misdiagnosis on Adam not being a carrier). So I am happy with these odds and moved on. (For the record I didn't really freak out, the genetics councillor that I was talking to was excellent and spelled everything out to me really clearly.)
Anyhow my theory. There was an issue at all because Adam and I are both Caucasian, if either him or I weren't it wouldn't be an issue since this disease is mostly a Caucasian thing. Hence the inbreeding of us white folk*, like Dalmatians. Remember when the movie 101 Dalmatians came out and there was a surge of Dalmatians as a result? Do you also remember all of the reports of viscous Dalmatians as a result of being over bred? It reminds me of this situation, like I said if Adam or I weren't so blindingly white my being positive would have been a non issue.
Oh and lets not forget that the inbreeding isn't only a Caucasian issue, there was a whole list of potential genetic issues that could arise if both parents were of the same ethnicity. Unfortunately I don't have this list in front of me, but it was interesting how every ethnicity had it's own problem. But from my understanding if a Asian woman and an Eastern European man were to have a baby they would have less chance of passing on any genetic disorders because it would be less common for them to both be a carrier of the same issue. Am I making sense? So with the popularity of chihuahuas there are more problems with hips and other issues, but if you were to have a mutt they are generally healthier since it's less likely that a problem would be shared by both parents.
So there you have it, humans as dogs.
Also don't you just think that a blended ethnicity baby is so pretty? Some of the most pretty people in the world are "mixed". It's not to say that my baby won't be pretty, I'm sure s/he will be, but this baby will also have a host of other issues, like looking like the sibling of Casper the ghost. (This baby is going to have really fair skin, like transparent fair.)


*I hate being called white. I'm not white, my skin is not white. It's not appropriate to call people by colours so why is it okay to call me white? I get irritated when I have to check a box on some form and it lists the options, white, African American, Asian, Indian etc etc. No one else is a colour! Okay rant over.

This post is without title.

Do you know that feeling when you are so hungry that you're nauseaus? But the thought of food makes you want to rip your toenails off with chopsticks?
Okay just checking.

So I've had to add the word thingy on my comments. I've been getting spammers trying to sell you all viagra. So just to be sure, I don't want to sell you viagra. I'm sure if you need it you can find it, but I'm not selling it.

Now to find me some sturdy chopsticks....

This post coming to you from behind finger smudged glasses.

Hello, I am in fact, not dead. Hurray.

I would like to say I've been busy, and I have been kinda. But the longer I waited to post, the more pressure there was, and then I knew I had to have the perfect post and ahhhhrg. Here it is, I'm sure it won't be perfect. I've already dealt with it, now it's your turn.

So my dad and Gay were here for 10 days. We went wine tasting, went to SF and did all of the touristy things and tooled around here commenting on the heat. Fun was had by all, most days. I've discovered my dad is a picky eater, and authentic cuisine isn't to his taste. Which I've noticed in other people who are from a very Caucasian areas such as the Okanagan Valley. Chinese food there is greasy, and to my palate, nasty. Here it's much more authentic and tastes different that Smith's Chinese Restaurant, found down town Small Town British Columbia. My dad didn't like it so much. Oh well, it was amusing for me to watch him eat a cheese burger at a Mexican place because he's adamant that he doesn't like roll-ups (burritos in Dad speak). All in all it was fun.

My little brother turned 28 2 weeks ago. Frightening.

The Murp is all Murpy. I don't have much to report. I have been having interesting bouts of wicked motion sickness in the car. I've resorted to having a puke bag nearby at all times while in the car. This development is strange and it sucks! Let me tell you though, this baby had better be really cute!

Adam and I have been looking at some townhouses. They are painfully expensive, but so pretty. After dealing with the possessed shower (which oscillates between hot and cold all of the time) and all of the bloody ants, a new place is so welcoming. The draw back? Our favorite place, which is a 3 bedroom 1600 square foot place is nearly 800K! Sigh. I don't think I can sell a kidney for that much, even if I gold plated it! Also in the past couple weeks the jumbo mortgages around here have tanked, which makes getting a mortgage hard. A lot of lenders are being extra cautious, so lending to non-permanent residents isn't their top priorities. So it looks like we're going to have to wait a little and see what the market does and how the rates react. Hopefully the market will drop a little, rates will stabilize and we can buy. Then the market will skyrocket and we will rejoice.

Bonsai turned 10 this month. In people years he's like 50, him and my dad seem to have a lot in common. Okay I am totally kidding. Bonsai, has much more hair!

Chachi is the same, goofy as ever.

Hmm well there is the post that people have been begging for. I actually have another post planned all full of insight, but I'm tired and my head hurts.

cheers.

12 weeks

Hey! Today I am 12 weeks pregnant! 12 weeks, 3 months! Holy moly, wasn't I peeing on a stick like yesterday?
Anyhow I am officially taking Murp off of time out, I seem to be able to drink water again. I also noticed today that Murp is a pimply teenager, since all I want is pizza and coke. Now for the record, I don't really like either! I much prefer Murp as a vegan hippy.
According to Baby Center Murp is the size of a lime, I guess my prediction that s/he would be a chicken wing was not quite right. Hmm, oh well. Also Murp is 2 inches long and weighs half an ounce. I was also happy to read that Murp's eyes have moved to the centre of his/her face away from the sides. I think that this should be a milestone. Along with the loss of a tail, the moving of the eyes really ensures that I am, in fact, carrying a human and not a newt. (Oh Adam would be maaaaddddd)

I was explaining to a friend via email today that I thought a thought yesterday which was a little frightening. You see while I was on the whole infertility train I wanted a baby, I would often dream of a baby, little baby clothes and such. I even thought about a toddler, and how I would have little piggy tails or miniature Green Bay baseball caps in my future. Then yesterday I went and thought (something I need to be careful of) and I realized that this baby will one day be a 10 year old, and then a surly teenager and a mootching university student. I needed a moment to readjust the focus in my eyes and I kinda freaked out and it dawned on me. I'm going to be a parent, not just a mama, but a parent. So, like I explained to Kim, I've been practicing my mom battle cries: "Close the fridge we're not cooling the world!" and "Shut the door, you weren't born in a barn!"* You know the classics that were all yelled at us, or was that just me? Anyhow grow Murp grow!

*In case Murp is born in a barn, I might need to change this one up a little bit.

Yum Timbits!

Every week a get an update from Baby Center educating me about what's happening with the Murp and me. I generally find it really interesting, like last week my baby became a fetus, the Murp is no longer an embryo, which is really cool. However I find it really amusing or kinda disturbing (depending on how yeck I feel) that every week Baby Center tells me how big my baby is in relation to a piece of food.
At 5 weeks the Murp was the size of a sesame seed, at 6 weeks a small lentil bean, at 7 a raspberry, 8 a kidney bean, 9 a grape, 10 a kumquat and now a fig at 11 weeks. So I've wondered if the Murp continues with this rate of growth next week s/he would be the size of a chicken wing? And really how big is a fig? I think it's about the size of a Timbit*. Is my baby a Timbit? ('cause considering how much I love Tim Horton's there is a real possibility)
Hmmm Timbits....



*To all of my American friends, Tim Horton's is this really amazing donut/ coffee/ the best soup place ever in Canada. Their donut holes are called Timbits and are little pieces of heaven.

Water? No Really, Water?

Murp is officially on her/his first time out. S/he's decided that I shouldn't be allowed to drink water. Apparently Murp doesn't care that it's hot out and I NEED water to stay, uhhh, healthy. No no no, Oh Mighty Murp doesn't want the Mama to drink water, so s/he makes me sick when I drink it.
To recap water makes me sick. Makes me all pukey and unhappy. Plain ol' water.
I've been drinking a lot of Propel (the Gatorade fitness water stuff) but I really don't like it. I like water.
Oh well. I keep telling myself, this too shall pass.
Then Murp will come out of time out.

Murp Update.

There's still a Murp. S/he has been nice enough to inflict me with morning sickness, except it appears whenever. I still haven't puked, although I have clear aversions, but I never know what they are until I am about to eat something. Nice. My most recent one? Water. Plain water. It's strange. I'll drink some water, and feel like I need to chuck it up all over whatever surface is in front of me. Thanks Murp!

I'm still tired. Although not as narcopeticky, and afternoon naps are my favorite thing.

I've managed to lose some weight, and I still can't eat red meat.

I think it's a girl, Adam thinks it's a boy. I think I might have a leg up on Adam, I've had some baby dreams and she's a girl. There is always lots of pink. I guess we'll have to wait and see.

Hmm I guess that's it. I am hungry right now, so my writing is degrading.

Murp, out.

Hey guess what?

I'm finally pregnant!
YAY!
I thought that this would be the best way to tell the rest of the world. And by world I mean my readers, and by readers, I mean reader, as there only seems to be one.
In any case, YAY!
Apparently poking oneself in the belly nightly for 3 weeks, then getting the most invasive type of insemination, taking a multitude of drugs everyday to stabilize the wonky reproductive system and crossing every crossable body part is all it took! (good to know for next time!)
The estimated due date is sometime in February, (in the middle, and we're really hoping for a non-valentines baby), so I am 2 months pregnant now. I understand that it's early to be announcing anything, but geeze people, I've held off this long! Besides if anything were to go wrong it's not like I wouldn't have written about it here!
So right now we're calling he/she Murp. I came up with that from the first ultrasound where Murp wasn't more than a lump of conception, and I tried to say blob and blip at the same time as I was gasping and thus Murp was christened.
We will find out the gender as soon as we can.
We already have names picked out, but we're keeping them secret. (I have to be able to surprise you all with something, but don't worry they are really good names. After all I am really good at picking names, I mean Bonsai, Chachi? The best pet names for those pets!)
I don't have any morning sickness yet, although I am bracing myself. I get carsick even easier, which I didn't think was possible, but it is! I was having nasty bouts of dizziness which prompted the doctors to worry that it was eptopic, but alas, it was not.
Oh there is only one baby. After all I did have 5 eggs this cycle.
I have no desire to eat, and I finally understand how Adam feels all of the time. (He gets hungry but has no appetite, just a hungry feeling) When I do eat I can't stomach meat well, or any animal product, I only want veggies. I can have a little meat, but a whole meat entree leaves me feeling like super crap. I try to avoid that. Milk is gross to me, unless it's on a frosted cereal, or I put chocolate in it. I don't want ice cream, which is terrible because I love ice cream! I do love popscicles though! (A good byproduct of this is that I've managed to lose 5 pounds!)
I am peeing a lot, and it's irritating. I am very sleepy, last night I slept for 10 hours, and was up for 3 and needed a nap. Sometimes if I am sitting on the couch watching TV I'll just fall asleep, then I'll wake up an hour later, totally confused.
I am hungry, without fail every 2-3 hours, and yet I can't figure out what I really want to eat.
I'm getting weird heart palpataions, but after talking to several doctors and 2 advise nurses, seeing a doctor and getting an EKG, it's a normal pregnancy thing. They aren't painful, just weird.
Hmm I think that's it.
I'm sorry this is so jumbly, but I've been keeping it in for the past 6 weeks! Sigh.
So here's hoping I don't get morning sickness, and that Jamba Juice moves in next door, becasue I really like it.
YAY!