This is the blood pressure episode, everyone!
I am 38 weeks tomorrow, and for the past couple weeks, I've been having trouble with my blood pressure. It's not horrible, just getting steadily worse, little by little.
The first appointment I had when they told me I had high blood pressure, the midwife also informed me that I had a urinary tract infection. AWESOME. (I'm usually pretty perceptive when it comes to urinary tract infections, but I guess when you're 30-something weeks pregnant, you stop knowing what's normal and what's not in your body. At least, that's how it's been for me!)
The midwives haven't been particularly worried about the blood pressure issue (calling them "the midwives" makes me picture a bunch of hens, somehow), but last week one of them told me that I should try to go to part-time at work to avoid being put on bed rest. Four days later, another midwife agreed. And today, of course, a third midwife also mentioned it. Argh!
Like most people, I work because I need money and insurance, and without working full time, I would lose some of the former and all of the latter. That is why I have to work full time. Fortunately, I have spring break next week, which is quite convenient, and the last three days of this week I can work from home for the mornings and go in to work for the afternoons.
I don't feel bad in any way, except that being 37 or 38 weeks pregnant is a LOT more uncomfortable than being 33 or 34 weeks. I'm drinking lots of water, I don't eat much salt at all, and we're eating lots of veggies. I'm also lying on the recliner (thank goodness my parents brought it down over Christmas!) and my husband makes dinner at night.
I also just got a second prenatal massage yesterday. They are fabulous, in case anyone wants to know. I wish it could've been an hour, but we're scrimping here and there, so I just had a half hour. My hips are starting to not feel so great, especially when trying to lay on my side to sleep, and I'm getting a lot more pressure on my pelvis (isn't this what you signed up for when you decided to read a pregnancy blog?), and my skin really feels like it's stretching.
So, blood pressure, not so awesome. But no protein found in my samples, so it's not pre-eclampsia, they say. (Did I spell that right? I'm too lazy to look it up.) Also, urinary tract infection is over with.
On to other things: a midwife checked me out today and is guessing that MaybeBaby will be 8 lbs when she arrives. Then we had yet another ultrasound to check on the fluid and movement (apparently the babies of mothers with high blood pressure sometimes may not have enough fluid to move around in) and things seem fine. The u/s technician said that she "looks like she'll be big"! Hmmm. It just makes me think about how I was over 8 lbs and my mom had to have a c-section. I know people have done regular deliveries for larger babies than that, but.... I will just put all of that out of my mind, because there's nothing I can do about it, either way!
Last Monday I was at 1 cm, and today they didn't check me. My midwife says they'll check me again on Friday. She also said that if I had the baby at any time, it would be fine. It's very strange to think that MaybeBaby could make her appearance at any time!
Last night, I had my first recognizable "practice labor" contractions. It didn't feel like I expected; I was thinking contractions (practice or no) would feel like a real cramp or an actual contraction of the uterus. It turned out to feel like I was about to get my period, which, after I thought about it, has never felt like active cramps so much as dull, aching pain in my lower abdomen. So, hey, cool! The uterus is getting ready! It was kind of painful, though, and I finally had to get up and walk around. I ended up packing a bag for the hospital (which we haven't done yet -- obviously), because I thought, "What if this ends up being the real thing?" It wasn't, of course, but it made me realize that we're a bit unprepared. We haven't washed any baby clothes or sheets or anything, the car seat bases haven't been installed in the cars, and we don't really have a bag packed for the hospital. So, in the bag I tried to put together, I put in 6 books (will I be in the mood for something new? something familiar? fiction? nonfiction? something easy? something challenging?), some DVDs (I know the rooms have TVs, but I'm not sure about DVD players -- never hurts to be prepared!), lollipops (based on people's recommendations), three different shirts, two different pairs of pants (crap! I just realized I didn't put in pajamas!), socks, underthings, and then three different (unwashed) baby outfits.
Speaking of going to the hospital and things we don't have ready, we still don't have a middle name picked out....
Sorry about the randomness of this posting! It's been so long and I definitely have pregnancy-brain. We're super excited but also nervous (when does a soon-to-be parent say otherwise?). I'll be letting everyone know if anything interesting happens.... Now I'm going to continue to lie on this recliner and eat dinner (not made by me!).
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Pictures!
Here's some of those belly pictures:
33 Weeks (above)
35 weeks (above) -- that shirt was given to me by a friend of my mother-in-law's -- This was taken on St. Patrick's Day, the only day I would wear a maternity shirt that had "Future Irish Miracle" on the stomach.
Below are some "4-D" ultrasound pictures. Technology is amazing!
Craziness!
35 weeks (above) -- that shirt was given to me by a friend of my mother-in-law's -- This was taken on St. Patrick's Day, the only day I would wear a maternity shirt that had "Future Irish Miracle" on the stomach.Below are some "4-D" ultrasound pictures. Technology is amazing!
Craziness!Sunday, February 22, 2009
New Orleans, Pneumonia, and Moving, Oh My!
Oh, my dear, dear friends,
Things have been a bit difficult here in MaybeBaby land. This is part of the reason I haven't updated in ages, and the other part of the reason is that I'm lazy. Or pregnant, which equals tired and cranky at night (not the best mood for blogging?).
We'll just cut to the chase so as to be as concise as possible:
* We spent the month of January moving from our apartment to a small house downtown. It was a huge hassle, of course, because we would pack the cars up, then unload them, then unpack some boxes at the new place, then take the empty boxes back, and do the whole cycle again. It was less stressful (I think) than moving all in one day and then having to unpack (plus, we didn't have enough boxes to do that), but it was still difficult. We, luckily, had a good number of great friends who came and helped us move furniture in their cars/trucks, so that was a huge help. The day after was the worst, though, because we had to clean the apartment we were leaving. I hadn't thought to leave a chair behind to sit in, so there I was, six months along, trying to clean out cabinets, dust, vacuum, and swiffer... and I had to take breaks by sitting in the car! My feet and legs were so swollen by the end of the day that I think they have yet to recover! Don't worry, I didn't clean the bathroom or use any of the harsh chemicals they say not to use while you're pregnant; Ian got to do all of that (lucky him). The whole process took way more time than I anticipated, so of course that made me extra cranky. (We like the new place, so I guess it was all worthwhile?)
* Speaking of swelling: I knew that my stomach would get huge. I knew my hips would "spread" (though I didn't really know what that meant). I knew my feet would swell. I did NOT know, however, that my thighs, knees, calves, and ankles would become UNRECOGNIZABLE as my own! I also did not know that one could get stretch marks on one's rear end. Oh, horrors! I feel like this is supremely unfair, though I should be feeling lucky that I've gotten to 31 weeks now and the baby is doing fine (they tell me). That's easy to forget, though, when I'm getting ready to shower and suddenly catch sight of my body-that-no-longer-seems-like-my-body. I mean, people, it's horrifying! No one could have prepared me for this. My sister-in-law did reassure me a little that the swelling will go down after the baby's born, though I know that stretch marks don't just go away. No, no, they "fade with time." A friend said to me the other day, "Why, when women are more sensitive about their bodies than men, do they have to go through this experience?" Punishment! I do declare, though, that I will take those walks before and after the baby comes, I will breastfeed to the best of my ability, and I will LOSE this weight and return close to my previous self. Or, at least, I declare that I will try.
* I haven't been taking any walks recently, because as soon as I got back from New Orleans (for a conference), I became seriously sick with some kind of cold. I think I got it actually while I was there -- it started as only a slightly irritating cough. Then it progressed into a more annoying cold with congestion. Then the cough got WAY worse and I felt like I was pulling all the muscles in my stomach -- then, later on, in my back -- and I started to worry that I was hurting the baby with all my coughing. Now, no scoffing, people: I know that there are crazy things that can happen to pregnant ladies (I researched them online, which I hope I'll never do again, because it was way more scary than it was helpful). So, yes, the baby is surrounded by fluid, but I was concerned about the placenta. That's all I'll say. Then I couldn't feel MaybeBaby moving anymore and I really freaked. I drank some cold water and waited and waited... and when we were on the verge of going to the emergency room (I know, right?!), I felt her move faintly. Then I thought, "Oh, no, it's just a little flutter -- she might be losing her strength!" (Reminder: I've never been pregnant before and I've never been so responsible for keeping someone alive by myself before!) Well, naturally, she moved more and more and I was eventually reassured. Poor Ian. I knew he was super worried, too, but he was very good and stable. This, I would like to believe, may transfer into the delivery room?
Okay, so, disaster averted (or recognized to not be a disaster after all); however, I'm still coughing and it hurts and I'm pissed off. This is the second time I've been sick during my pregnancy and I feel really annoyed about it. So, after going to the OB where they hook me up and give me a non-stress test (to reassure me that MaybeBaby is just fine, which she is), they say just to sleep a lot and wait out the cold. I try that for a week, but end up having to take two and a half days off. This "sleeping-off" business is not working. I call them on Friday and ask for a referral to a family doctor (still haven't gotten one of those), and they refer me to someone who can see me that day, which is awesome. He's super nice and has apparently delivered babies and can be relied upon not to give me meds that will hurt the baby. He listens to my lungs and informs me that I have pneumonia. What the f***?! I seriously almost cry right then, because who the f gets pneumonia when she's pregnant? But he seems almost jovial (probably to keep me from breaking down right then and there), says he's got some meds that will be fine for the baby, prescribes me some expensive-ass cough medicine (that has a narcotic in it -- not codeine, because that cough medicine wasn't working for me this time -- I had it left over from my cough back in December), antibiotics, and I also get to have a shot! I try not to sound freaked out about taking all this medicine while I'm pregnant, but he says that if I wasn't pregnant, he'd be prescribing something different altogether, and that everything is fine. I mean, if I can't trust a doctor, who can I trust?
(Note: this is me NOT going online and reading about pregnant ladies who thought they could trust their doctors to prescribe things that wouldn't harm their baby and then finding out that they couldn't.)
So now I'm on mucinex, antibiotics, crazy cough syrup (that still doesn't knock me out at night, though it does help with the coughing), decaf hot tea with honey, and sometimes tylenol if I'm desperate for my back and stomach to stop hurting when I cough. (By the way, the dr. said that the reason my back is hurting is because it's pneumonia and it's in my lungs. I preferred the idea of a pulled muscle, but that's cool, I guess.)
The worst part of being sick is just being afraid that everything will hurt the baby; the second worst thing is that I've stopped being excited about the baby and just have been miserable. I do think I'm on the turnaround now, though -- I can actually sit at the computer and type this all up, which I couldn't do a day or two ago. I also slept through the night last night, which was grand! I woke up feeling like you-know-what, but that happens when you're sick whether you're pregnant or not.
* So, New Orleans! I went there for that conference and got sick, but there's more to know! Are you ready for this? I had my first Stranger Rubs Pregnant Lady's Belly experience! Dude. I didn't really think people did that. I mean, it was WEIRD. She was obviously participating in the conference, so she was dressed professionally. (This wasn't on the street, in other words.) I was talking to a colleague, and all of the sudden, I feel this hand on my belly and I hear this woman say, "I really wanted to do that!" Then she skedaddles off. I mean, she didn't even introduce herself! (I didn't have enough time to read her nametag, either. Ha!) She was middle-aged or older, but not someone so old you could excuse her based on her age. (White-haired grandmas who rub one's belly seem less sinister?) I don't know if she was hoping for luck or a genie to pop out, but I just sort of smiled stupidly and didn't say anything, except for maybe, "Oh!" My colleague looked at me and said, "Did that just happen?" Yes. Yes, it did. It is now added to my list of things that are supposed to happen when you're pregnant, but you don't think they will.
I got to see my friend in New Orleans, which was awesome. The un-awesome part -- the swelling was totally worse there, because just because you spend a lot of time sitting down, it doesn't mean that your circulation is working to its best ability. We also walked a lot in the evening. I would pass by a window and see a reflection and think, "Who's that fat person? Oh, s***, that's me! Dammit!" I really don't feel as big as I look. Surely other people must have experienced that. Sitting here, I almost feel normal (except for the wracking coughs and pile of used tissues next to me), but I know if I see myself in the mirror, I'll see a whale. What's that Juno says in the movie? About being a planet? I only feel like a planet if I see myself. This must be willful misleading body-imaging something-or-other. I'm okay with it. I'll just avoid mirrors from now on.
* Had baby showers -- two of them! Two family ones. One was after Christmas, and one was just about a week ago. Let me say: LOVE people who buy from the registry! Also, love books. I don't mind books not bought from the registry, because people will buy you ones that their kids really loved, and that makes sense. Clothing, even, up to a certain point, is very welcome. People have found some really cute stuff -- Classic Pooh stuff, which I adore, but is really only available at Target. (I think we've got just about everything they make for babies in that line -- with the exception of nursery stuff, which we don't need.) However, we are now at the point where we have all the clothes we need (up to 6 months, probably higher), since some really awesome people have donated (or lent) their baby clothes to us, too. This is SWEET! Reduce, Reuse, and Recycle! But enough is enough. My mom is the buying stuff from our registries whenever she sees it on sale, because she thinks no one will get it for us. I keep saying, "STOP! Wait until after the showers!" but she will insist on buying this stuff anyway. Registries are a great idea, if people follow them. I don't mind a few things that aren't from the registry (especially if the gift giver is someone who has young children and knows what we may really need), but seriously, the registry is there because if no one buys it for us, we have to buy it. (Okay, not everything on the registry is something we need. People have told us, "Put more on than you need, because you can always return it if you don't get something else you want.") In conclusion (to this very all-over-the-place paragraph), to those of you people out there who think, "I HATE buying from registries!", please be sure to give the recipient a gift receipt.
* Last thing -- I know I need to post a belly picture. I'm 31 weeks and, as you've seen from what I've written above, pretty large! I'm also "carrying high," some people have told me. I don't know whether that's so or not. You can tell me. I do have a picture from New Orleans, but it doesn't really show you anything except that I'm large (not a side-view or anything). I will try to get on the belly picture thing.
Love to you all -- again, sorry I haven't updated in so long! I will try to be better, especially as there are only 9 weeks to go!
Things have been a bit difficult here in MaybeBaby land. This is part of the reason I haven't updated in ages, and the other part of the reason is that I'm lazy. Or pregnant, which equals tired and cranky at night (not the best mood for blogging?).
We'll just cut to the chase so as to be as concise as possible:
* We spent the month of January moving from our apartment to a small house downtown. It was a huge hassle, of course, because we would pack the cars up, then unload them, then unpack some boxes at the new place, then take the empty boxes back, and do the whole cycle again. It was less stressful (I think) than moving all in one day and then having to unpack (plus, we didn't have enough boxes to do that), but it was still difficult. We, luckily, had a good number of great friends who came and helped us move furniture in their cars/trucks, so that was a huge help. The day after was the worst, though, because we had to clean the apartment we were leaving. I hadn't thought to leave a chair behind to sit in, so there I was, six months along, trying to clean out cabinets, dust, vacuum, and swiffer... and I had to take breaks by sitting in the car! My feet and legs were so swollen by the end of the day that I think they have yet to recover! Don't worry, I didn't clean the bathroom or use any of the harsh chemicals they say not to use while you're pregnant; Ian got to do all of that (lucky him). The whole process took way more time than I anticipated, so of course that made me extra cranky. (We like the new place, so I guess it was all worthwhile?)
* Speaking of swelling: I knew that my stomach would get huge. I knew my hips would "spread" (though I didn't really know what that meant). I knew my feet would swell. I did NOT know, however, that my thighs, knees, calves, and ankles would become UNRECOGNIZABLE as my own! I also did not know that one could get stretch marks on one's rear end. Oh, horrors! I feel like this is supremely unfair, though I should be feeling lucky that I've gotten to 31 weeks now and the baby is doing fine (they tell me). That's easy to forget, though, when I'm getting ready to shower and suddenly catch sight of my body-that-no-longer-seems-like-my-body. I mean, people, it's horrifying! No one could have prepared me for this. My sister-in-law did reassure me a little that the swelling will go down after the baby's born, though I know that stretch marks don't just go away. No, no, they "fade with time." A friend said to me the other day, "Why, when women are more sensitive about their bodies than men, do they have to go through this experience?" Punishment! I do declare, though, that I will take those walks before and after the baby comes, I will breastfeed to the best of my ability, and I will LOSE this weight and return close to my previous self. Or, at least, I declare that I will try.
* I haven't been taking any walks recently, because as soon as I got back from New Orleans (for a conference), I became seriously sick with some kind of cold. I think I got it actually while I was there -- it started as only a slightly irritating cough. Then it progressed into a more annoying cold with congestion. Then the cough got WAY worse and I felt like I was pulling all the muscles in my stomach -- then, later on, in my back -- and I started to worry that I was hurting the baby with all my coughing. Now, no scoffing, people: I know that there are crazy things that can happen to pregnant ladies (I researched them online, which I hope I'll never do again, because it was way more scary than it was helpful). So, yes, the baby is surrounded by fluid, but I was concerned about the placenta. That's all I'll say. Then I couldn't feel MaybeBaby moving anymore and I really freaked. I drank some cold water and waited and waited... and when we were on the verge of going to the emergency room (I know, right?!), I felt her move faintly. Then I thought, "Oh, no, it's just a little flutter -- she might be losing her strength!" (Reminder: I've never been pregnant before and I've never been so responsible for keeping someone alive by myself before!) Well, naturally, she moved more and more and I was eventually reassured. Poor Ian. I knew he was super worried, too, but he was very good and stable. This, I would like to believe, may transfer into the delivery room?
Okay, so, disaster averted (or recognized to not be a disaster after all); however, I'm still coughing and it hurts and I'm pissed off. This is the second time I've been sick during my pregnancy and I feel really annoyed about it. So, after going to the OB where they hook me up and give me a non-stress test (to reassure me that MaybeBaby is just fine, which she is), they say just to sleep a lot and wait out the cold. I try that for a week, but end up having to take two and a half days off. This "sleeping-off" business is not working. I call them on Friday and ask for a referral to a family doctor (still haven't gotten one of those), and they refer me to someone who can see me that day, which is awesome. He's super nice and has apparently delivered babies and can be relied upon not to give me meds that will hurt the baby. He listens to my lungs and informs me that I have pneumonia. What the f***?! I seriously almost cry right then, because who the f gets pneumonia when she's pregnant? But he seems almost jovial (probably to keep me from breaking down right then and there), says he's got some meds that will be fine for the baby, prescribes me some expensive-ass cough medicine (that has a narcotic in it -- not codeine, because that cough medicine wasn't working for me this time -- I had it left over from my cough back in December), antibiotics, and I also get to have a shot! I try not to sound freaked out about taking all this medicine while I'm pregnant, but he says that if I wasn't pregnant, he'd be prescribing something different altogether, and that everything is fine. I mean, if I can't trust a doctor, who can I trust?
(Note: this is me NOT going online and reading about pregnant ladies who thought they could trust their doctors to prescribe things that wouldn't harm their baby and then finding out that they couldn't.)
So now I'm on mucinex, antibiotics, crazy cough syrup (that still doesn't knock me out at night, though it does help with the coughing), decaf hot tea with honey, and sometimes tylenol if I'm desperate for my back and stomach to stop hurting when I cough. (By the way, the dr. said that the reason my back is hurting is because it's pneumonia and it's in my lungs. I preferred the idea of a pulled muscle, but that's cool, I guess.)
The worst part of being sick is just being afraid that everything will hurt the baby; the second worst thing is that I've stopped being excited about the baby and just have been miserable. I do think I'm on the turnaround now, though -- I can actually sit at the computer and type this all up, which I couldn't do a day or two ago. I also slept through the night last night, which was grand! I woke up feeling like you-know-what, but that happens when you're sick whether you're pregnant or not.
* So, New Orleans! I went there for that conference and got sick, but there's more to know! Are you ready for this? I had my first Stranger Rubs Pregnant Lady's Belly experience! Dude. I didn't really think people did that. I mean, it was WEIRD. She was obviously participating in the conference, so she was dressed professionally. (This wasn't on the street, in other words.) I was talking to a colleague, and all of the sudden, I feel this hand on my belly and I hear this woman say, "I really wanted to do that!" Then she skedaddles off. I mean, she didn't even introduce herself! (I didn't have enough time to read her nametag, either. Ha!) She was middle-aged or older, but not someone so old you could excuse her based on her age. (White-haired grandmas who rub one's belly seem less sinister?) I don't know if she was hoping for luck or a genie to pop out, but I just sort of smiled stupidly and didn't say anything, except for maybe, "Oh!" My colleague looked at me and said, "Did that just happen?" Yes. Yes, it did. It is now added to my list of things that are supposed to happen when you're pregnant, but you don't think they will.
I got to see my friend in New Orleans, which was awesome. The un-awesome part -- the swelling was totally worse there, because just because you spend a lot of time sitting down, it doesn't mean that your circulation is working to its best ability. We also walked a lot in the evening. I would pass by a window and see a reflection and think, "Who's that fat person? Oh, s***, that's me! Dammit!" I really don't feel as big as I look. Surely other people must have experienced that. Sitting here, I almost feel normal (except for the wracking coughs and pile of used tissues next to me), but I know if I see myself in the mirror, I'll see a whale. What's that Juno says in the movie? About being a planet? I only feel like a planet if I see myself. This must be willful misleading body-imaging something-or-other. I'm okay with it. I'll just avoid mirrors from now on.
* Had baby showers -- two of them! Two family ones. One was after Christmas, and one was just about a week ago. Let me say: LOVE people who buy from the registry! Also, love books. I don't mind books not bought from the registry, because people will buy you ones that their kids really loved, and that makes sense. Clothing, even, up to a certain point, is very welcome. People have found some really cute stuff -- Classic Pooh stuff, which I adore, but is really only available at Target. (I think we've got just about everything they make for babies in that line -- with the exception of nursery stuff, which we don't need.) However, we are now at the point where we have all the clothes we need (up to 6 months, probably higher), since some really awesome people have donated (or lent) their baby clothes to us, too. This is SWEET! Reduce, Reuse, and Recycle! But enough is enough. My mom is the buying stuff from our registries whenever she sees it on sale, because she thinks no one will get it for us. I keep saying, "STOP! Wait until after the showers!" but she will insist on buying this stuff anyway. Registries are a great idea, if people follow them. I don't mind a few things that aren't from the registry (especially if the gift giver is someone who has young children and knows what we may really need), but seriously, the registry is there because if no one buys it for us, we have to buy it. (Okay, not everything on the registry is something we need. People have told us, "Put more on than you need, because you can always return it if you don't get something else you want.") In conclusion (to this very all-over-the-place paragraph), to those of you people out there who think, "I HATE buying from registries!", please be sure to give the recipient a gift receipt.
* Last thing -- I know I need to post a belly picture. I'm 31 weeks and, as you've seen from what I've written above, pretty large! I'm also "carrying high," some people have told me. I don't know whether that's so or not. You can tell me. I do have a picture from New Orleans, but it doesn't really show you anything except that I'm large (not a side-view or anything). I will try to get on the belly picture thing.
Love to you all -- again, sorry I haven't updated in so long! I will try to be better, especially as there are only 9 weeks to go!
Friday, February 13, 2009
Sunday, December 14, 2008
MaybeBaby's Portraits
Picture 1: This shows she doesn't have a penis. I mean, that's what they tell me.
Picture 2: This is a foot. It has toes! (I think it's even the right number.)
Picture 3: This is the face one. The upper left hand corner has the WEIRD CREEPY NON-BABY FACE!
Picture 4: Another of her face.
Picture 5: Hands -- I think she's holding them over her face.
Picture 6: Profile
Picture 7: Legs all crossed! Looks kinda uncomfortable in there, doesn't it?
Picture 8: Another profile
Picture 9: Last one! You can see a nose, people! THAT IS INSIDE ME.Tuesday, December 9, 2008
MaybeBaby is a Girl!
I see why people need to study for a while to become ultrasound technicians. I mean, how they can find the things they find is beyond me. It looks like a face! No, a hand! No, a spine!
So, MaybeGirlBaby was moving around lots! I still can't feel her, but she waved to us (well, I'm allowed to be cheesy sometimes, right?) and then said, "You better have a kick-ass name all ready for me when I come out."
There are some cute ultrasound pictures of her crossing her legs and holding her hands up, and one of her little foot (I mean, the lady said it was a foot, and I guess it looks like one if you hold it at the right angle), but the weirdest picture is one that is a closeup of the face. Two things: 1) Her jaw looks exactly like Ian's! and 2) There's her face, but then in the upper left hand corner there's ANOTHER FACE. It's like seeing the Virgin Mary in a pastry, but instead it's seeing a CREEPY WEIRD-ASS FACE IN MY WOMB. WHAT IS IT DOING IN THERE WITH MY BABY?!
A co-worker commented on it and was even trying to tell me it was the baby's face -- I convinced him it wasn't, but then he said, "Ha, twins!" I said, "Twins, yes, if one was normal and the other one was WRONG."
Okay, so I'm pretty sure it's not a real face. I mean, as sure as anyone can be when she's still completely floored by the fact that somehow she managed to get pregnant and is incubating a small human. (Again, I ask you -- who decided it was a good idea to make it possible for me to bear children?) Who knows what's possible?
No, I haven't shown Ian yet. He was there and has seen all the pictures, but I didn't notice the creepy face until today at work.
For those of you wondering about my parents -- I first demanded that they tell me what they thought it would be (I wanted to drag it out a bit more), and my mom said she thought it would be a boy (because there are "so many boys in Ian's family"), and my dad said he had no idea. (I mean, the man couldn't even pick between just two options!) So, I told them it was a girl and they were thrilled. I could see my mom already picking out the lacy white headbands on which we can clip bows so that my hairless child will not be mistaken for a boy! (You know my mom.) My dad informed Ian that, speaking from experience, it is wonderful to raise a girl. Ian said he was counting on that. Ian wanted a girl, so this is all very good. Ian's mom said that she "knew" it would be a girl. She was pretty excited, too. A woman with three sons has a right to get excited about buying baby girl things, I think.
To be honest, though, since I've been sick for over a week now, I had been freaked out that I had hurt the baby or something was wrong with it; I was really nervous that we would go and they wouldn't find a heartbeat. (We were on the verge of purchasing a Walmart baby heartbeat monitor on Saturday night, but the poor reviews stopped us from wasting the money.) I was just so paranoid. So, honestly, as long as they found a heartbeat, it could've been just about anything and I would've been thrilled.
So, here's a link for you: http://www.xylocopa.com/product/mad-science-alphabet-blocks
We'd love to register for these, but Amazon, Walmart, and Babies R Us just don't seem to carry them.....
Ultrasound pictures will go up sometime soon. Gotta get caught up with some other things this week first!
So, MaybeGirlBaby was moving around lots! I still can't feel her, but she waved to us (well, I'm allowed to be cheesy sometimes, right?) and then said, "You better have a kick-ass name all ready for me when I come out."
There are some cute ultrasound pictures of her crossing her legs and holding her hands up, and one of her little foot (I mean, the lady said it was a foot, and I guess it looks like one if you hold it at the right angle), but the weirdest picture is one that is a closeup of the face. Two things: 1) Her jaw looks exactly like Ian's! and 2) There's her face, but then in the upper left hand corner there's ANOTHER FACE. It's like seeing the Virgin Mary in a pastry, but instead it's seeing a CREEPY WEIRD-ASS FACE IN MY WOMB. WHAT IS IT DOING IN THERE WITH MY BABY?!
A co-worker commented on it and was even trying to tell me it was the baby's face -- I convinced him it wasn't, but then he said, "Ha, twins!" I said, "Twins, yes, if one was normal and the other one was WRONG."
Okay, so I'm pretty sure it's not a real face. I mean, as sure as anyone can be when she's still completely floored by the fact that somehow she managed to get pregnant and is incubating a small human. (Again, I ask you -- who decided it was a good idea to make it possible for me to bear children?) Who knows what's possible?
No, I haven't shown Ian yet. He was there and has seen all the pictures, but I didn't notice the creepy face until today at work.
For those of you wondering about my parents -- I first demanded that they tell me what they thought it would be (I wanted to drag it out a bit more), and my mom said she thought it would be a boy (because there are "so many boys in Ian's family"), and my dad said he had no idea. (I mean, the man couldn't even pick between just two options!) So, I told them it was a girl and they were thrilled. I could see my mom already picking out the lacy white headbands on which we can clip bows so that my hairless child will not be mistaken for a boy! (You know my mom.) My dad informed Ian that, speaking from experience, it is wonderful to raise a girl. Ian said he was counting on that. Ian wanted a girl, so this is all very good. Ian's mom said that she "knew" it would be a girl. She was pretty excited, too. A woman with three sons has a right to get excited about buying baby girl things, I think.
To be honest, though, since I've been sick for over a week now, I had been freaked out that I had hurt the baby or something was wrong with it; I was really nervous that we would go and they wouldn't find a heartbeat. (We were on the verge of purchasing a Walmart baby heartbeat monitor on Saturday night, but the poor reviews stopped us from wasting the money.) I was just so paranoid. So, honestly, as long as they found a heartbeat, it could've been just about anything and I would've been thrilled.
So, here's a link for you: http://www.xylocopa.com/product/mad-science-alphabet-blocks
We'd love to register for these, but Amazon, Walmart, and Babies R Us just don't seem to carry them.....
Ultrasound pictures will go up sometime soon. Gotta get caught up with some other things this week first!
Monday, December 8, 2008
Today's the Day!
Today's when we find out what the baby is: alien or monkey! Okay, old joke. At any rate, it's been difficult to update the blog, as I've been sick the past week or so -- can't take any regular drugs (I'm used to popping DayQuil and NyQuil whenever one of these nasty bugs comes along), so I'm making do. I have all the more respect for people who regularly get along without taking over-the-counter medications.
Anyway, some of you will hear from me via phone (or from Ian, since I still don't have a voice), and some of you will hear via facebook, and some of you will see it on the blog! I promise to post as soon as I can.
Wish us luck! :) We're off to the OB!
Anyway, some of you will hear from me via phone (or from Ian, since I still don't have a voice), and some of you will hear via facebook, and some of you will see it on the blog! I promise to post as soon as I can.
Wish us luck! :) We're off to the OB!
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