Something I was researching today and then realized that I didn't include in my post about the appointment was the baby's heartbeat. It was 178. Someone said that's a good indication that it's a boy... what do you think?
My family is big into the needle thing. You know, where you hold the needle by thread above the up-turned wrist and see what way it sways. If it sways in a line, it's a boy -- if in a circle, it's a girl. Then, to be sure, you try it on a pregnant lady then on someone who should not be pregnant (my sister, now). It's funny because it goes from a line to a circle, then a line, then a circle, on me. If we do it to my sister, it's dead still... because she isn't pregnant. The last time it did this indecisive thing was on my aunt...... who had twins.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Merry Christmas -- late.
Well, two days after Christmas and I guess it's time to post a "Merry Christmas to all!"
This holiday season was kind of a downer. I just wasn't in the mood to decorate or anything. I did, of course. I MADE myself play Christmas music in the car. However, it just wasn't the same without Grandpa calling when the first snowflakes hit the ground to tell me to be careful while driving or walking on the sidewalks.
Everyone has assured me that next year's Christmas will be better. We'll have a new addition to our family -- a 5 month old baby! I hope we are able to decorate with a slightly lighter heart next year.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Ultrasound #1
DUE DATE: JULY 27I am 8 weeks and 6 days along.
This afternoon Brandon & I got to see the tiny baby for the first time! It wiggled around a lot and waved it's little arm buds. The nurse said it was in the "teddy graham" stage. It was really an amazing experience. It's weird that we are confident that I am pregnant, but it just really hasn't sank in yet. It seemed really weird to have this woman flashing my insides up on a screen and believe it was really MY insides --- MY (our) :) baby.
Brandon was pretty pumped. We did the cliche holding hands thing... but it was awesome to have him there with me. He said later that he kept looking at me and didn't see a smile on my face. I told him "IT HURT!" I was NOT expecting that. I thought a little pressure, maybe, but not this sharp pain. She was really pressing it hard on my stomach. Whatev. It was worth it.
The doctor did say that something came up on the ultrasound that it was worth mentioning. I am have what is called Complete Placenta Previa. The placenta has attached so that it completely covers my cervix. The doctor said that it isn't much to worry about now. We need to keep an eye on it. She said that the odds are that it will move as the baby gets bigger. We also opted out of having any of the genetic testing done. She said there is not really a down-side to not having it done, other than just our preparation. The only pro would be knowing if it has a higher risk of having Down's Syndrome or not. Since it doesn't matter either way, and since we don't want to oppose any unnecessary risks, we decided not to do it. So instead of at 12 weeks, our next ultrasound won't be until 19-24 weeks.
Something I am having trouble dealing with is....... wait for it..... I know you aren't expecting this, but ...... Brandon. :) A good friend reminded me that he doesn't sense any change. He isn't feeling any different. Well, newsflash: I AM. I feel mentally drained all the time. I feel physically drained most of the time. I do not want messes to clean up. I do not want to do laundry. I do not want to clean (the house or myself). I have no desire to wear nice (and thus, uncomfortable) clothes. Nothing ever sounds good to eat, yet I'm constantly hungry. Ugh. I regularly blow up on him. Then, it stresses him out. Or, I'll know that I'm just having a moment and will walk into another room or remain quiet because if I say something, I know it will be unkind. But if I do that, then he gets aggravated, too. It's a nasty thing.
Today at the appointment, I was sitting (uncomfortably, might I add) on the table. He was sitting (comfortably, I assume) in a nice, plush chair tapping his toes and making some sort of noise. AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! And the worst part: I couldn't yell at him because the walls are paper thin. I was gritting teeth and hissing, "You had better knock it off or you'll be uninvited and have to wait in the waiting room." He laughed. He LAUGHED. Geez. I could have just punched him in the throat. Just thinking about how annoying it was is making me tear up in anger right now. I'm an emotional person anyway, but this. is. extreme.
My new motto: Whatev. It's all gonna be worth it.
Picture from: http://iamunimaginative.xanga.com/565619457/teddy-graham-eatery/
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Appointment #1
This afternoon Brandon came with me to our first appointment for the new baby. We were pretty psyched, but not sure what to expect. Apparently, we expected too much... we were a little let down by the lack of information we walked out of the office with. No new news -- yes, we're pregnant, probably about 10 weeks, estimated due date is July 14. So, nothing we didn't know before. The nurse practitioner wasn't exactly for sure how far along we were, so we are scheduling an ultrasound for next week (if we can get scheduled around the holidays).
That's basically the appointment in a nutshell. They took a ton of blood from me and left me feeling tired, hungry, and grumpy.
Overall, good day. Plus, we got to officially announce it on Facebook, which we've been waiting a looooong time to do!
That's basically the appointment in a nutshell. They took a ton of blood from me and left me feeling tired, hungry, and grumpy.
Overall, good day. Plus, we got to officially announce it on Facebook, which we've been waiting a looooong time to do!
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Hey! Well, I have another blog, but haven't really dedicated any time to it since I didn't have much to put in it. Now I have A LOT to put in a blog!
I'm writing this at 10:00 AM on Wednesday, before our appointment. For those who don't know, here is the story:
Brandon and I have been trying to have a baby for about 10 1/2 months. We were to the point of calling the doctor to make appointments for us to get checked out for any problems/infertility. We knew that our family was all in God's plan... that nothing we or the doctors did would change God's timing for us. We also knew that our family was already ahead of the game. We are only 24 and 22 and have been married for 3 years, we have our own home, and two lovely doggies. Knowing that we still had plenty of time to start a "real" family -- you know, with human babies -- it was a little easier to trust God. However, that didn't really squish the feeling of just wanting a baby to take care of and love. Another problem we were facing was some family history in this department. And the fact that I have had minor problems in the department as well. I'm not going to come out and say it, as I'm not sure what males from my family I may make uncomfortable... :)
Anyway, so, I was about 57 days late, which is not uncommon for me. However, just to get the thought of being pregnant out of our minds, we decided to take a test. From past experience, I knew that the morning was the best time to do it, so I waited until the next morning, woke up groggy, did it, set it on the counter, and began to brush my teeth. I was putting my tooth brush back when I read "PREGNANT" on the stick. !!!!!!! What?!?! Ah! I was so psyched, but thought it was some sort of joke. I rushed over to Brandon, who was taking his insulin shot at the time, and said, "LOOK!" He didn't have his glasses on either, so he took a long look at it and then looked at me and began to smile. Of course, we both had to work that day, and, of course, we had woken up at the last possible minute. We didn't have a lot of time to chit-chat about it, so we talked excitedly about it until we got to work (we were carpooling that day). We were trying to decide when to take another one to be sure, when to tell people, etc...
After work, I bought a different brand of tests and took them as soon as we got home. So, now, I had 2 tests that said I was, in fact, pregnant. I called my mom to see if her and Dad could come over so we could ..... show her something... She totally guessed. "Are you pregnant?" .... (pause)...
"I'm not going to tell you over the phone!!" I said, knowing that 1. her and I both were so excited and 2. that this was NOT how I planned on telling my mom. She ended up being busy that night, but my dad was able to stop by after work. When I called him, he said he hung up the phone and told a guy he worked with that was sitting next to him that he thought he was going to be told he was a grandpa. So, he stopped by and I gave him a present (my pregnancy test). :) He was pretty pumped.
Brandon told his mom the next day while I told the rest of my family. By the end of the weekend, all of our family knew. This was not our plan -- we wanted to wait until after our first doctors appointment. But, we/people were too excited not to spread it around. So, now pretty much everyone in town knows.
I'm a little nervous about my appointment today. I am still thinking that we'll walk in and she'll say, "Um, you're not pregnant." Like this is some big joke on us or something. But, if anything other than a test can be confirmation, it has to be how I have been feeling....
For the past 2 weeks, I've been feeling just overall nauseated. I keep thinking if I would just really get sick I would feel better. But, I can't. I just don't feel good. I sleep ALL the time, too. I wake up, eat a bland bowl of Cheerios, go to work (and wish I could go home), come home, eat supper, then am asleep on the couch by 5:30 until Brandon wakes me up to go upstairs to bed around 11:30 or so. However, yesterday and today have been much better. Yesterday I was sick in the morning, but was fine the rest of the day.... even well enough to eat BWW's lunch (which I've been craving like MAD). Today I feel fine. Every once in a while I'll get hit with a wave, but it only lasts a few seconds. I've also got my normal sleeping pattern back. Monday through today I've not felt the need to nap. So, I'm feeling pretty optimistic that the worst is behind me. Two weeks of it wouldn't be bad. I am not sure I could handle any more though.......
I am planning on posting more after the appointment this afternoon. Hopefully we'll be able to know how far along I am and the due date for sure! (Mom's bet is July 14, we'll see if she's right!)
I'm writing this at 10:00 AM on Wednesday, before our appointment. For those who don't know, here is the story:
Brandon and I have been trying to have a baby for about 10 1/2 months. We were to the point of calling the doctor to make appointments for us to get checked out for any problems/infertility. We knew that our family was all in God's plan... that nothing we or the doctors did would change God's timing for us. We also knew that our family was already ahead of the game. We are only 24 and 22 and have been married for 3 years, we have our own home, and two lovely doggies. Knowing that we still had plenty of time to start a "real" family -- you know, with human babies -- it was a little easier to trust God. However, that didn't really squish the feeling of just wanting a baby to take care of and love. Another problem we were facing was some family history in this department. And the fact that I have had minor problems in the department as well. I'm not going to come out and say it, as I'm not sure what males from my family I may make uncomfortable... :)
Anyway, so, I was about 57 days late, which is not uncommon for me. However, just to get the thought of being pregnant out of our minds, we decided to take a test. From past experience, I knew that the morning was the best time to do it, so I waited until the next morning, woke up groggy, did it, set it on the counter, and began to brush my teeth. I was putting my tooth brush back when I read "PREGNANT" on the stick. !!!!!!! What?!?! Ah! I was so psyched, but thought it was some sort of joke. I rushed over to Brandon, who was taking his insulin shot at the time, and said, "LOOK!" He didn't have his glasses on either, so he took a long look at it and then looked at me and began to smile. Of course, we both had to work that day, and, of course, we had woken up at the last possible minute. We didn't have a lot of time to chit-chat about it, so we talked excitedly about it until we got to work (we were carpooling that day). We were trying to decide when to take another one to be sure, when to tell people, etc...
After work, I bought a different brand of tests and took them as soon as we got home. So, now, I had 2 tests that said I was, in fact, pregnant. I called my mom to see if her and Dad could come over so we could ..... show her something... She totally guessed. "Are you pregnant?" .... (pause)...
"I'm not going to tell you over the phone!!" I said, knowing that 1. her and I both were so excited and 2. that this was NOT how I planned on telling my mom. She ended up being busy that night, but my dad was able to stop by after work. When I called him, he said he hung up the phone and told a guy he worked with that was sitting next to him that he thought he was going to be told he was a grandpa. So, he stopped by and I gave him a present (my pregnancy test). :) He was pretty pumped.
Brandon told his mom the next day while I told the rest of my family. By the end of the weekend, all of our family knew. This was not our plan -- we wanted to wait until after our first doctors appointment. But, we/people were too excited not to spread it around. So, now pretty much everyone in town knows.
I'm a little nervous about my appointment today. I am still thinking that we'll walk in and she'll say, "Um, you're not pregnant." Like this is some big joke on us or something. But, if anything other than a test can be confirmation, it has to be how I have been feeling....
For the past 2 weeks, I've been feeling just overall nauseated. I keep thinking if I would just really get sick I would feel better. But, I can't. I just don't feel good. I sleep ALL the time, too. I wake up, eat a bland bowl of Cheerios, go to work (and wish I could go home), come home, eat supper, then am asleep on the couch by 5:30 until Brandon wakes me up to go upstairs to bed around 11:30 or so. However, yesterday and today have been much better. Yesterday I was sick in the morning, but was fine the rest of the day.... even well enough to eat BWW's lunch (which I've been craving like MAD). Today I feel fine. Every once in a while I'll get hit with a wave, but it only lasts a few seconds. I've also got my normal sleeping pattern back. Monday through today I've not felt the need to nap. So, I'm feeling pretty optimistic that the worst is behind me. Two weeks of it wouldn't be bad. I am not sure I could handle any more though.......
I am planning on posting more after the appointment this afternoon. Hopefully we'll be able to know how far along I am and the due date for sure! (Mom's bet is July 14, we'll see if she's right!)
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