Nothing new

There isn't much to report right now. Other than extreme boredom.

I guess I should be grateful. Next week I start working full-time, covering a maternity leave for one of my friends who teaches a developmental kindergarten class. She has a scheduled C-section for Wednesday, but an appointment on Friday. I'm prepared to be called in for Monday. I worked two half-days this week. That was nice. I could sleep in, but still earn some money. One of those days was a HORRIBLE day for my morning(/all the time) sickness.

Let's talk about that. I had a pretty good night sleeping. I got called the night before in to work, so I woke up knowing I'd have to work that afternoon. I don't really remember too much about that morning except for that while Brandon was here still before work, I ate a quarter of one of those huge Sam's muffins and a juice glass of O.J. After he left, I threw it all up. First the O.J..... then the muffin. Which was blueberry, and, apparently, I need to chew those better. So, I thought I was feeling better, so I got up off the floor to get some crackers. I was standing at the pantry trying to find the new box of crackers when I panicked. More muffin went all the way down the cabinet doors... about 2 tablespoons fell into the sink. Then what happens? Eko, our new dog, came in and started eating it off the rug in front of the sink. Nice. I tried to stop him. But then thought, "Hey! Thanks!" So, I took a picture of the mess and text it to Brandon at work (yes, we have that type of relationship) and then cleaned it up.

So, I went to work, drank LOTS of water and ate LOTS of crackers in between teaching lessons. When I got home, I thought girl scout stew sounded good. Now, for those of you who don't know the importance of girl scout stew in my life: this is the dish my grandpa ALWAYS made for me. It's awesome and delicious. So, my pride went up a bit while putting it together b/c Grandpa wouldn't want me going my entire life not making it because it would make me think of him. So, I got to the part where you put in the browned hamburger. The thought of browning hamburger wasn't sitting well with me. I then remembered that I had a container of frozen brown hamburger in the freezer that needed to be used. I thawed it out and plopped it in.

By the time Brandon came home, the bottom of the pan was scorched and I questioned if what I put in was really hamburger. Brandon's blood sugar was high, so while he ate something carb-free, I ate a bowl of stew. During my last bite, I realized what I put in was sausage. :P I do NOT NOT NOT do sausage... even when I'm not pregnant. So, I ran for the bathroom. It was disgusting. My stomach is churnning right now thinking of how it felt and looked coming up. It was so sad. I brushed my teeth and had Brandon pick out the meat for me to eat another bowl. It was a much smaller bowl and I kept it down. Brandon said later that Grandpa would have thought the whole situation was very funny and he's probably right.

Then Brandon reminded me that I did have those sickness pills from the doctor. I got them a couple of weeks ago, but we decided that I would only take them when I couldn't keep much down. So, I popped one in. I wish I would have thought of that at 9 a.m.

So, the next morning, I threw up my breakfast and knew I had a day ahead of me, so I took another pill. I didn't feel bad about it, especially when I got called into work last minute. Today, I haven't taken one or gotten sick, but all I've had is chicken noodle soup and crackers. I've drank lots of water, too.

Also, according to thebump.com's Chinese gender predicting calendar, we'll be having a girl. We'll see in March, though!

13 Weeks

We had another appointment today. We got to hear the baby's heartbeat and meet the doctor who will be delivering our little bundle of joy. The nurse was putting the thing on my belly to hear the baby and I thought I heard what was the heartbeat, but wasn't sure. I thought she'd be like, "Oh! There it is!" But no. She did say while I was lying back on the table that since it's still kind of early to not be alarmed if she couldn't find it right away. Oh. Ok. I told her not to worry.... I would freak out. So, then I thought FOR SURE she'd say something when she found it. Nope.

So, anyway, then she was like, "147. That's really good!" I was like, "So..... you found it?"She just looked at me. Whatever. I asked her -- to be sure -- if it was only one. I REALLY want twins. I'll take just one for right now, though, I guess.

The doctor came in after that. She was super nice. I know this is stupid, but I like that she is overweight. I'm very self-conscious of my weight anyway, especially when people are messing with my flabby belly. So, it makes me feel good to know that she has one too. It's horrible, I know.... She explained the placenta previa thing more and said that she wasn't too concerned about it. She believes it will move as the baby grows. She said to expect a change in that at our next sonogram. She OK-ed, for now, our family vacation that we were tentatively planning for May. She said that I need to be careful of blod clots and to walk every 100 miles or so. No problem, as we already stop that often to pee.... and none of us were pregnant.

Overall, great appointment! I'm really looking forward to the next one.

I thought that it would be the sonogram that changes my outlook on all the sickness and whatever but I think it was the heartbeat today. It just totally made me smile knowing that there is a little life -- not just a blob -- inside me. I'm very much so looking forward to being pregnant.



Pictures: Baby http://assets.babycenter.com/i/m/stages/popups/13/index.jpg
Heartbeat: http://www.topnews.in/healthcare/sites/default/files/heart_beat.jpg

12 weeks

Well, today is 12 weeks! I'm pretty excited. I feel like every week marks a little down -- lots more to go. I have one more week to be out of my first trimester, so I hope it gets better from here.

It's not that I don't enjoy being pregnant, but I don't enjoy being sick. I hardly ever get sick... and when I do, it's usually pretty bad. So now that I have morning sickness -- FOR REAL NOW -- I hate it. On one bad day, I called for the doctor to prescribe me something for it. I picked up the pills and popped one in my mouth. I immediately felt horrible about it. Brandon and I feel very strongly about researching everything that goes in my mouth/body and therefore into the baby. We feel like a natural, non-medicated birth is our first choice. So, if I can't even handle feeling bad now, what about when I am in labor? Ugh, I just felt horrible... mentally. Physically: SOOOOOO much better!! So, I decided that I at least had the pills if I needed them, but I would try to tough it all out.

I know that I don't have sickness like some people. But, I'll admit it, I am a pansy. So, a week later, and I have only taken one other pill (yesterday). I got sick after Subway (yuck) and strawberry jell-o. I took a pill, slept all afternoon, and had Brandon bring Taco Bell home for dinner -- which was AMAZING. It was amazing because I was feeling better... because of the pill.

So, I'm torn. Do I take the pill (which, after research, I know now has NOT been tested on pregnant women, but is prescribed to them often) and feel better and thus eat? Or... not take the pill, feel horrible, not eat, and be grumpy...... and very hungry?

Whatev. It'll all be worth it.

Right?

Seriously

Well, it all started when I said I was starting to feel better.... It's been downhill ever since.

On Sunday after church, Brandon and I went to Monicals for lunch. We ordered a salad and pizza. Of course, I drenched my salad in their French dressing (with a little ranch). After my second (small-ish) bowl of salad I looked at Brandon and said I'd be right back. I locked myself in the bathroom and threw up my guts. Ruin my appetite? Never. I rinsed my mouth out, went back out, and finished off that pizza like a champ. I felt pretty crummy all morning, but so much better after getting sick.

Then it was Monday morning. I woke up with the need/want to get sick. However, I would have to go all the way down stairs to do so. So, I sucked it up and waited until it was time to get up to go get sick -- but get sick, I did.

Then, Tuesday morning came. Oh my. I knew I had to work that afternoon, so I got up a little early (to help Brandon with a poopy dog -- I didn't help clean up, btw, just for moral support, you know) and went ahead and got sick to get it out of the way.

But this morning---- oh, this morning----- Seriously. Seriously. I could NOT sleep. This has been a problem, but has been getting better. I'm just so uncomfortable. I have back problems at night anyway, but this is extreme. I've been sleeping with a body pillow for support and making Brandon lie tight up against my back to keep me supported on both sides. But last night NOTHING helped. I ended up officially waking up at 3:30 AM. I refused to get out of bed. I sat up my pillows and just closed my eyes while the silent tears streamed down my face. And no -- I'm not being dramatic. At 4:45ish, Brandon woke up to me sitting on the foot of the bed whimpering. I didn't mean to wake him, but ... well... I did. He rubbed my back a little and said he was planning on getting up at 5 to work out anyway. So, I cried and wished that cuddling up with him would have felt comfortable, cause I'm pretty sure it would have made me feel better.

So, he got up at 5, and so did I. I've not been up at 5:00 since.... I don't even know. I immediately went downstairs and got sick like I've never gotten sick before. Not even with the flu. Unfortunately (or fortunately), all I'd had since about 8:00 the night before was water and ice. But man, oh man. That was rough. So, I sat on the bathroom floor, realizing it needed to be cleaned, while eating crackers and wondering if it's just going to get worse or better.

Seriously. I'm over this sick stuff.