Wednesday, July 2, 2008

7 weeks and 2 days

I am excited to say that I am officially 2 weeks and 2 days past the point of my miscarriage in May and am now 7 weeks and 2 days pregnant and feeling pretty damn good!

My breasts still hurt, to the point that I can't even sleep on my stomach because having them mashed up underneath me is very painful. I have had 2 nosebleeds out of the blue, due to the new Aunts in town:Progesterone and Estrogen, known from here on out as Auntie Hormones, or Auntie Ho's, for short... I don't mind them being here one bit, even if they do interrupt my rational thought process and appetite. I feel like all I do is eat, which is why Jamie and I went to Costco yesterday, to do a little grocery shopping. You'll be happy to know that he very gently persuaded me, with a pat on my belly, from buying the giant warehouse sized box of cookies (in THREE flavors, no less! Oatmeal raisin-my fave- chocolate chip and double fudge choc chip...evil, huh?) and led me towards the produce aisle knowing about my extreme love of apples. I happily put a 10 pound bag of Red Delicious apples in the cart and didn't even give it a second thought that my normal attitude towards this particular type of apple is not a favorable one. These apples are otherwise known to me and everyone who knows me as "Cafeteria Apples" because they're the kind you always find in the fruit baskets at school or in hospital cafe's or catered lunch-boxes and they're almost always mealy and grainy an bruised, gross. No one ever eats these, but right now I can't get enough of them. I've already eaten three and we just bought them 24 hours ago.

Today I baked a loaf of bread (after that Costco trip I had to make room in the freezer so I decided to make the frozen bread dough to have as garlic bread with our spaghetti tonight) but the smell is making me gag. I think my overdrive has kicked in on my sense of smell. Not only can I not stomach the smell of my underarm deodorant but, I had to bathe my overly clean doggies yesterday because I was gagging every time they came near. Unfortunately they still smell to me, maybe because they are asleep and dogs seem to emit a smell of corn chips whenever the sleep. Ever notice that?? It comes from their feet, gross huh? So, currently, my little Fenway Frank is taking a nap up against my thigh and all I can smell is a wet, mushy bag of Fritos...G.A.G. M.E. Poor little guy, he can't help it. Schintzel McPoo, at least, is behind me on the back of the couch away from my nose, so she smells just fine.

And, aside from all the side effects of having a mini-human growing in my tummy, my tummy is growing. Already. My mother and Jamie both swear that I'm pregnant with twins. Time will tell, I am unable to button my jeans comfortably and I have a small baby bump. If I can figure it out, I will post a picture of my 4 week tummy, and then the one at 6 weeks and 6 days.

I go to the doctor next on August 4, that will be my 12 week checkup, if I am measuring large, they will check and see if its twins or what. It would be cool to have twins, but also a little scary , thats a lot of stuff to buy right away. Its also a big responsibility for the two of us who have very unconventional work schedules, and only a 2 bedroom condo. We are planning on moving to the 'Burbs in a few years, but can't right away because of the housing market. It would be extremely difficult to sell our house, much less buy a new one!

Anyway, I am anxious for my next appointment with my midwife because I really want to see our baby on the ultrasound. I need to see his/her/their heartbeat. I don't feel like everything is wrong, I just want some good solid reassurance. Although, I am not even sure that I get to have an ultrasound at 12 weeks, if my memory can be trusted (which it can't) I think she said that I won't have an ultrasound until 20 weeks. Seems kinda odd, doesn't it???

Well, here's to hoping all of you are happy and healthy and making all your dreams come true!!

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Well whaddya know, someone already has a baby bump...I feel so blooooooaaaaated. My little tank tops from last summer just don't look very good due to the fact that my breasts are enlarging at a speed more rapid than Superman can fly on crack. (Well, that and being knocked up means you're generally just not quite functioning in the gastrointestinal department, so being bloated is quite the understatement.) Nevertheless, I have been diligently googling 7 week pregnant belly images and have found that my swelling tummy ranks up there with a lot of other women in my state of affairs. At least now I don't feel like such a freak! That doesn't stop me from wanting to buy advertisement t-shirts to explain the tummy. You know "With Bump, Not Plump" that sort of thing.

Anyway, since I am only 7 weeks, I cannot feasibly buy any maternity clothing because I'd simply be swimming in them. So, I must bide my time looking pudgy and not pregnant, which is fine because in a few short weeks I am sure that I will be bump-a-riffic, so whatever, right?

Right. I guess.

Moving on, life is changing in more ways than having a new life in the family. My mother has moved from Medford to Seattle, which is pretty great because I've really missed her. Now she will be up here, close to her grandkids and me and my sister. Having her up here makes me feel so blessed. She's one of my best friends and I look forward to being able to hang out, have lunch, go to a movie etc. And, not only has my mother moved, but one of our best friends is making a cross-country trip from New Hampshire to move here as well. I think this is going to be a pretty good summer!

In other changes, we have some painting to do, a hardwood floor to install, a nursery to create etc etc etc. So much to do, 7 months to do it. Its almost like planning a wedding all over again!! Except not as stressful, I hope!

Well, The Devil Wears Prada is on so I'm going to go watch it. Good night!

Monday, June 23, 2008

Yeah, Four Slices!

Oh, God...why did I eat four slices of pizza for dinner tonight? Oh why oh why oh whyohwhywhywhyyyyyyyyyyy...

Why? Because I'm pregnant! Duh! Seriously, I think I'm going to have a food baby now! Either that or heartburn, ugh. Note to self: never do THAT again!!

So, now I'm sitting here with a terribly bloated stomach (as if that wasn't already happening to me) I just had to go and make it worse. Being 6 weeks pregnant does some crazy things to your appetite, and your self-esteem. At 6 weeks you're gassy...emitting popping farts and unexpected burps; you're tired, nauseated, sluggish and just starting to grow. Not noticeably, of course, just enough to make you feel fat and puffy because the waistband of your jeans is getting just a tad bit snug. So, take that and add four slices of pizza and that's pretty much where I'm at. Wallowing in my gluttonous dinner and dreams of elastic waist pants and maternity tops. It's a darn good thing I'm only supposed to gain 15-25 pounds! And, salmonella aside, it's a good thing my only true craving so far has been for tomatoes...can't get too fat on that, right?

Anyway, welcome to my first blog. This is me. I am 30 years old and experiencing my third pregnancy. This will [hopefully] be our first child. The other two pregnancies ended in an ectopic (2002) and a miscarriage (2008). I have been married since March 11, 2008, but have been with my husband for 6 years. He is the depth to my soul, the love of my life, the mate to my lost get the picture. I am here to tell you our story, a little at a time.

I hope I have roped you in...I love to make new friends and look forward to sharing this experience with you! Until next time....