12-Week Appointment

Today was our 12-Week Appointment! At our last appointment, my doctor mentioned that she delivers about 80% of her patients’ babies. I had asked her if I could bribe her with cookies to make sure she would deliver my young buck and she replied with, “I do like cookies.” Obviously, this means that I will be baking a lot of cookies over the next 197 days. We’ll see if it works!

So anyway, being that I’m pregnant and my memory is total shit, I forgot about my cookie bribery plan until this morning, which meant I had to spend my lunch hour baking cookies. I can’t complain… who doesn’t love baking cookies? I made chocolate cookies with white chocolate chips and classic chocolate chip cookies. Mmmm. Only down side, I had to leave the bowls and mixer thingies unlicked. I think that might be illegal… it felt wrong.

Delicious cookies cooling before going into their cute little holiday tin!

Delicious cookies cooling before going into their cute little holiday tin!

 

Anyway, that is so not the important part of the day. Our appointment was great and it is even more confirmed how amazing my doctor (and her nurse) are! My husband and I were around 5-7 minutes late to our appointment, which is only about a half hour long to begin with, and literally no one scoffed for a second. They are just the sweetest and nicest people around. Anyway, upon my arrival, I was instructed to pee in a tiny little cup. I had been anticipating the pee test, so by the time we arrived, I was very excited to relieve my bladder. Then, we met with the sweet Nurse Debbie and she made me get on the scale. Brace yourself, I’m about to be such a girl, but being that I had just eaten, who knows if my weight gain is totally accurate (hah), but I’m up 2 lbs. Sweet Nurse Debbie squealed, “That’s perfect!”, but I’m sure she says that to all the girls 🙂

After the damn scale, we just chatted until Dr. Kostik came in. She asked us whether we had decided to do the nuchal scan, which tests for different chromosomal disorders like Downs’. Mark and I had spoken a lot about this and ultimately, decided that we did not want to do the tests. No matter what the tests show, we would not terminate the pregnancy, thus making the tests a waste of time/money/etc. It felt good to have that behind us and then we got to move onto the FUN part… it was heartbeat time!!

I got all situated on the table and Dr. Kostik pulled out the tiny doppler machine. I was really nervous that we might not be able to hear the heartbeat, because a lot of people say that it’s not guaranteed (especially this early in the pregnancy). But, it was our lucky day! At first, it didn’t sound much different than my heartbeat (after a pretty rugged workout), but something about it was just so incredible! Obviously, I know that there is a mini person in my tum, but it’s so crazy to have these opportunities to “come in contact” with the babe. I think he or she was bothered by all the doppler ruckus, because when the doctor put the doppler back on my stomach to find the heartbeat again, the heart rate seemed a bit faster and sounded like a horse stampede. Although, Dr. Kostik thinks the heart beat is somewhere around 165 beats per minute. I think that was a rough estimate, but a little slower than last time.

The husband took a video, so as soon as I get it from him, I’ll post it!

Other than that, we scheduled our next appointment for January 9th and, we scheduled our 19/20 week appointment… the one where we get to find out the sex of the baby. I’m really excited! Our doctor uses board certified radiologists and prenatal specialists to do the “anatomy scan” with all of their fancy tools. A 4D ultrasound, a doctor to explain everything you’re seeing, and a full hour. We also lucked out and were able to schedule our appointment with our doctor right after the ultrasound, so we’ll go directly from the ultrasound to talk to our doc. The big revelation day is coming Feb 11th… 61 days and counting!

 

Symptoms

My body has been super achy lately and I’ve had some pretty nasty headaches. I’m thinking it’s about time to cash in on the massage from my amazing Milly (mother-in-law). But, regardless, I’m feeling happy and excited.

PSA for Expectant Fathers

To all expectant fathers...

To all expectant fathers…

Today’s post is my version of a Public Service Announcement (PSA) for all you spouses of pregnant mommas. If you don’t make it through all 10 tips, here’s the moral of the story: Your special lady literally has a person growing inside of her, which makes her pretty damn spectacular. A living miracle. A total blessing. Treat her as such.

Tip #1: Just because you can’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not happening

Take the time to read about the endless changes going on in your wife’s body and about the miraculous developments of your sweet little growing baby. While the Internet is vast and this task might feel overwhelming, BabyCenter.com has simplified the searching. Just make an account, type in your wife’s due date and voila! You will receive an email every week providing an update on the latest and greatest information regarding both your wife and baby. As a little bonus, try beating your wife to the punch… “Honey, our baby no longer has webbed feet or hands this week! How crazy is that? I also read that you might be extra tired these next few weeks… how are you feeling?” This leads me to Tip #2.

Tip #2: Ask how she’s feeling, then listen and sympathize

It seems so simple, but showing concern for your baby momma can go a long way. It not only shows that you’re thinking of her, but also shows that you recognize and understand the great task she has taken on. Carrying a baby is much more than just weird cravings and excessive weight gain. It effects every aspect of her life… what she looks like, activities she can participate in, things she can eat or drink, how she feels – imagine 3 months of the stomach flu or 9 months of feeling like you just ate a full pot of chili or having your boobs feel like they’re painfully pulling down your entire body. While it’s amazing, it’s also very difficult and it will likely make it easier if she feels like you’re with her, supporting her through it all. And really, just listening when she vents.

Tip #3: Treat her pregnancy like it’s 9 months of Valentine’s Day

To say that pregnancy can make a woman feel (more) insecure, ugly, fat, crazy, insecure, uncomfortable, unsteady, insecure, and so on would be a total understatement. And what better way to reinforce your love and appreciation for your lady than by making her feel like a queen? I’m not implying that you should bring a dozen long-stem red roses home every day for the next 9 months, but you should try to beef up the romance. Surprise her with dinner, write her a sweet card and send it to her at work, bring her home her favorite magazine, tell her she’s beautiful (and mean it), give her a massage, let her stay on the couch all night while you take care of dinner and clean-up, tell her you missed her. Whether it’s a big or small gesture, the important part is that it’s something. She deserves to feel special.

Tip #4: Do the things you say you’re going to do without her having to remind you

When it takes multiple reminders for you to get things done, you’re not actually relieving that much stress from your special lady. It’s always said that a pregnant woman shouldn’t stress and it cannot be STRESSED enough how important that is. Stress can cause brain and developmental damage to a growing fetus, not to mention pre-term labor and low birth weights. Stress is no joke, so don’t make her worry about whether you’ve gotten your shit done.

Tip #5: While you’re at it, take on some additional tasks

Whether it’s laundry or grocery shopping or cooking some meals, be proactive and help relieve some of the weight and responsibility from your gal. And don’t be afraid to ask the simple question, “What can I do to help you?” Among the many symptoms of pregnancy is severe exhaustion. Like, suffering from the flu, can’t move your body kind of tired. Give her a little relief, as her normal work-load is likely not as easy as it used to be.

Tip #6: Pick up the phone

If she calls, answer the phone. This will become more important as she gets closer to her due date, but it is also just a simple way to show her that she is a priority. Again, pregnancy is a sensitive time for a woman and it is most likely that she feels what she has to tell you is of the highest priority. Plus, if you don’t answer, she is flooded with questions like, “What’s going to happen when my water breaks and I’m all alone? Am I not going to be able to get a hold of him?” Note: This also means that you should keep your cell phone charged.

Tip #7: Be forgiving

Whether you think pregnant women use hormones as an excuse to be crazy or not, I will assure you, the only sustainable option for you is to get over it. Mood swings are very real and very uncontrollable and if you don’t watch it, one will punch you right in the nose and knock you on your ass. When this happens, brush it off and let it go. Your role is to be the cheery, happy and supportive husband. That might mean a few bloody noses (figuratively speaking) during the 9-month period, but it’s nothing you can’t recover from. Trust that it will only get worse if you try to fight it.

Tip #8: Take her on a date

Remember… 9 months of Valentine’s Day. It doesn’t have to be some epic event… just dinner for the two of you at a new restaurant, or a walk in the park. A nice, planned event for the two of you.

Tip #9: Make her feel sexy

Between the weight gain, the zits and the bloat, there is very little to feel sexy about during pregnancy. Remind her of how beautiful she is, hold her hand, give her sweet kisses. You know how to make a woman feel sexy… just don’t forget to actually do it. If you want a sex life, it’s essential.

Tip #10: Just be happy and excited

Remember that you and your baby momma are experiencing a true miracle together. Keep that in your mind every day and remind your partner of that. Fantasize about the sweet little hands you’ll soon be kissing. Ask your partner fun questions about your future life. And most importantly, be positive, happy and excited.

When Life Hands You SOUR Lemons…

When Life Hands You SOUR Lemons... Add a Shit Load of Sugar and Start Squeezing!

When Life Hands You SOUR Lemons… Add a Shit Load of Sugar and Start Squeezing!

With all of the happy going on in my life these days, one could say I was a little bit, well… kicked on my ass… when my boss took my colleague and I out for drinks (non-alcoholic for me, of course) on Friday and suggested that we start looking for new jobs. To say the least, the company’s outlook is not ideal, and, being in marketing… AKA 100% overhead… we would be the first on the chopping block. So, having just read in my pregnancy update that I would begin showing soon, all I could think was, “SHIT!” I mean, when people think of the ideal time to go job hunting, they must imagine waddling into an interview, baby bump front and center, and face in full swell… that really gets employers ready to negotiate.

Okay, enough wallowing. Since hearing this news on Friday, I’ve been trying to figure out my next step. Prior to this, my hope was to begin working for my parents once the baby came, while staying on at my existing job on a part-time basis to help supplement the pay cut I’d be taking by working for my parents’ company. Now that the part-time job portion of the plan is no longer an option, I’m faced with losing my insurance and taking a pretty significant pay cut, oh, and adding a mini person (and mouth to feed and butt to diaper and so on) to our family. On the positive, working for my parents will allow some great flexibility… ie: every day will be ‘bring your baby (and dog) to work day’. Can we say, hello dream world??

So, I’ve been trying to figure out some other options to supplement the lost income, while still allowing me flexibility and ample time to dedicate to growing my parents business. So far, the best option I’ve come up with is trying to secure some contract work. This could add a flexible 10-15 hours of work per week and would be a great supplement. Of course, this isn’t as easy as I originally thought. Because of course, on top of figuring out what to charge… which apparently isn’t as simple as dividing my current compensation by 2,000 (number of hours worked / year) – think social security taxes and fun stuff like that – but it also takes CLIENTS. DUH, right?

I’ve never been a big sales kind of person, so already this is not ideal. But, I bit the bullet and sent my first solicitation email this morning. What I’m offering specifically is a little TBD, but I guess the only way to start figuring it out is by gauging demand, right?

Anyway, wish me luck as I attempt to navigate Entrepreneurship 101.

Symptoms

The theme for the week is to make amends. With friends who I’ve been arguing with. With myself… it’s time to allow myself to forget, forgive and focus on being jolly. With my job situation… make lemonade, right? My week and a half of emotional crabbiness has taken too much out of me. It’s exhausting and frankly, just not much fun. While I’m sure I’m still going to have my little meltdowns, I’m really going to focus on letting go, smiling, and appreciating everything I have around me. Life is good.

Oh, and by the way, my boobs still hurt 🙂

Playing in a Winter Wonderland

It was a SNOWY, COLD, and BEAUTIFUL Wisconsin weekend. As with most of our weekends lately, we were overbooked and jam packed. Here’s the update…

Friday we had a lovely dinner with some of our favorite new parents and their sweet little baby. It was great! The pup came with and “played” with their GIANT golden doodle. My friend gave me the book, Belly Laughs, by Jenny McCarthy. I’m pretty excited to read it.

On Saturday, I got my nails done with my mom, sister and niece, then got my hair done. It was a nice little morning. Then, it was off to celebrate my friend’s birthday with some cookie making and dinner!

Apparently this is what 29 looks like... one martini and three waters. CHEERS!

Apparently this is what 29 looks like… one martini and three waters. CHEERS!

Little Erica making a wish!

Little Erica making a wish!

The birthday girl.

The birthday girl.

 

And look at the sweet little onesie my friend, Carrie, got for the babes…

The apple of my eye.

The apple of my eye.

 

On Sunday, the snow began. While it’s a pain in the butt and obviously very cold, it’s also pretty darn fun! I think Toby is a fan…

 

Then, we trekked our way out to have a Santa brunch with my parents, grandparents, sister and her fam. It was delicious and a blast. It’s not every day that you get to hang out with Santa AND his reindeer.

Winter Wonderland...

Winter Wonderland…

The Reindeer!

The Reindeer!

Making sure Santa knows exactly what we want this year... one healthy baby, please!

Making sure Santa knows exactly what we want this year… one healthy baby, please!

Of course, I must include photos of my cute little nephew.

Of course, I must include photos of my cute little nephew.

And another...

And another…

 

Post-brunch, we went back to my parents house to curl up on the couch, watch a little football a shitty movie (word to the wise, skip Girl Most Likely… it was painful!), and relax. We did watch the show Naked and Afraid, which was pretty awesome. Also, my parents – who are crazy Brewers Baseball fans – gave us a cute little presie for the new baby!

 

First little sports outfit! Can't wait to take the tiny child to a game... and eat so many hot dog nitrates :)

First little sports outfit! Can’t wait to take the tiny child to a game… and eat so many hot dog nitrates 🙂

 

And now, it’s back to Monday… the work week begins… again. But, on the positive, at least everything is looking beautiful!

 

Pulling out of our neighborhood. Beautiful snow, beautiful sky.

Pulling out of our neighborhood. Beautiful snow, beautiful sky.

 

Symptoms

The biggest symptoms lately have been my emotions and my boobs. Holy smokes are they sore. And giant. It makes me quite sad. I’m not a fan of my growing chest and am starting to worry about just how big (and painful) they’re going to get. I’m going to have to get special bras if they keep this growth spurt up. Yikes. And they are definitely very tender and achy. The other prevailing symptom is my roller coaster of emotions. I am a very snappy, tearful, bipolar version of myself, which is REALLY exhausting. One minute I’m ecstatic, one minute I’m crying, and then the next, I’m threatening someone’s life. It’s too much. This week, my goal is balance and mental stability. Think centered thoughts, think centered thoughts.

Breaking the News at Work… or Not??

"I'm sure I told you I was pregnant..."

“I’m sure I told you I was pregnant…”

I’ve been trying to figure out when I should tell my boss about my little bun in the oven. Part of me would really just like to wait until I’m giant and can’t avoid acknowledging my growing body… the other part of me feels that might be a bit rude or inappropriate. So, when is the best time to tell?

December 20th officially marks my first day of the second trimester, so in terms of when it’s “safe” to break the news, that would make sense. But I’m just not sure.

Here are my hold ups…

  1. Being that my company is not having its best year, I’m guessing the idea of bonuses or raises is a total joke… HOWEVER, I still can’t help but think I should wait until after that’s a sure thing before making my announcement. I mean, I don’t know the thought process that goes into this decision, but my guess is that employers don’t often throw more money at pregnant ladies who will soon be collecting maternity leave. Just a guess…
  2. My maternity leave is feeling frighteningly up in the air right now. As of last year, the company utilized FMLA (Family Medical and Leave Act) standards for maternity leave; however, our firm has since dropped below 50 employees, which means we are no longer required to uphold FMLA standards. So, I feel that waiting until the 2014 handbook is issued might be a good idea.
  3. My boss is a man. Even if by some strange chance he surprises me with genuine excitement about my news, I am confident it won’t last. No one likes the idea of paying for a staff member to be MIA for 6+ weeks. And have I mentioned that I feel 6 weeks is way too short?
  4. As I’ve mentioned before, I don’t really enjoy telling people. It feels so awkward to me.

 

Now, the positives of making my announcement…

  1. An explanation for my upcoming weight gain.
  2. I can stop thinking about when I’m going to make my announcement.
  3. Hmmm…

I think that might be it. Really, it seems like maybe I should just wait until someone asks me if I’m pregnant and pull the, “Yeah… I told you that! Remember?? Sheesh… you forget everything.”

 

Symptoms

I think my cold is on its way out! Excessive amounts of water and OJ (and a humidifier on my desk at work) have really done a great job of taking care of this cold in just a few days. I’m not perfect, but have improved significantly. AND, I slept through the night last night! Well, I got up to pee, but that’s my new normal. Other than that, I’m starting to think that the worst of my symptoms are behind me. I’m still decently bloated by the end of the night, but really, even that’s not too bad. And I’m feeling a bit more regular. I’ve adjusted my diet a bit to include a ridiculous amount of fiber, so I’m feeling good.

Are you saying my face is fat???

On Thanksgiving, I finally made the big pregnancy announcement to my aunt, uncle, cousin, and grandparents. It was awkward. I don’t know what it is about these announcements, but I seem to be getting worse at it. I get so nervous and uncomfortable. Needless to say, after I made some weird (and unclear) speech about being thankful to have one more Thanksgiving without naughty children, my sister and mother broke the deafening silence with…

Sister: She’s pregnant!

Mom (said very loudly to my deaf grandpa): DAD, MELISSA IS PREGNANT!

Ahhh, perfection, huh?

Anyway, that’s so not the point. After I subjected the family to the awkwardness of my announcement, we were all chatting and my cousin said to me, “I could tell you were pregnant! You kept pushing away your drinks at your mom’s 60th birthday party… and, your face looks…” (as she cups her hands around her face making what looked like some sort of hand signal for fat).

I cut her off immediately with, “ARE YOU SAYING MY FACE IS FAT!?!”

I’ve been so preoccupied with my growing gut, I haven’t had the chance to pay attention to my face. Now, Amy, if you’re reading this… I’m not mad. But I’m not going to lie, you have punished everyone around me. I will now spend the rest of my 200 some days of pregnancy asking everyone their opinion on whether my face has gotten fat.

Maybe a side-by-side comparison is in order…

Is my face fatter?

Is my face fatter?

 

I don’t think my face looks any different. I’m definitely zittier now and maybe a bit more tired looking, but my face is always a little round. Right?? Or am I in denial?

 

Symptoms

All pregnancy symptoms have been trumped by my damn cold. I’m so sick of this running, stuffed up nose and the achiness. I could use a day in bed. Ughhh… is it Friday? I’ve been trying to drink my weight in water and I even struggled through a workout last night… but I think the cold is winning. I’m going to give my “fight back” strategy another attempt today. Maybe tomorrow will bring improvement.

A Little Ray of Sunshine…

To say I was a ticking time bomb this weekend would be an understatement… I was such an uncontrollable mess of mood swings. Considering how blissful and happy I was feeling on Thanksgiving Eve, I have to say, I was just as surprised as anyone else. It started on Thanksgiving. I woke up with a rageful fire burning in my stomach just waiting to attack. It’s strange because I didn’t go to bed angry, no one wronged me in my dreams… it was just totally random. Luckily, it only lasted for a few hours in the morning and after a couple snaps at my husband and maybe one at my dad, I was shaken out of the trance and returned to my normal – but very embarrassed and sorry – self. I spent the remainder of the day bringing my husband plates of food, tail between my legs and white flag in hand.

Unfortunately, I didn’t seem to learn my lesson. While we had a pretty great weekend, I felt a little clouded with these random fits of rage. I think yesterday was the worst because there weren’t any weird lashings, just an overwhelmingly gloomy disposition. Until the evening, I think I may have smiled once. I just wasn’t in the mood for anything.

I’m feeling better and more myself this morning, so I’m hopeful this evil trance will end, but who could really say?

I guess for now, friends and family, BEWARE!

Here are some photos from the long weekend…

First candle lit!

First candle lit!

My sweet nephew and I on Thanksgiving.

My sweet nephew and I on Thanksgiving.

My sister, mom and niece cooking up Thanksgiving dinner.

My sister, mom and niece cooking up Thanksgiving dinner.

Enjoying delicious food at a lovely wedding reception downtown.

Enjoying delicious food at a lovely wedding reception downtown.

The star of the day, Ms. Ellie Rae Turim, after her baby naming.

The star of the day, Ms. Ellie Rae Turim, after her baby naming.

Little Erica giving us girls a lesson on breast exams. Duh... What are girlfriends for??

Little Erica giving us girls a lesson on breast exams. Duh… What are girlfriends for??

More breast exams.

More breast exams.

AHH! And, one last (very exciting) thing! My dear friend, Carrie, just found out this morning that she’s having a little boy! All of us girls had made a bet and Kate and I won 🙂 We knew it was a little boy. So excited to meet the handsome fella.

 

Symptoms

While I haven’t mentioned this every day, which is how long it’s been going on, I continue to be a very bloated person who does not have any regularity when it comes to bathroom schedules. I’m sure between the iron in my prenatal and all the crazy hormones, my body is very backed up. Needless to say, I’m trying to take in as much fiber as possible. My new best friends: prune juice, broccoli, apples, and any other fiber-rich food I can get my hands on.

Other than that, I’m fighting a damn cold, which is really bringing me down. The last two nights I’ve had such a hard time sleeping, which is not good. Urgh. Fingers crossed for a quick recovery.