16 Weeks, 5 Days (January 15, 2014). I need to get better at posting on Fridays. Anyway, the belly continues to grow. Not sure if its much different than last week, but maybe a little. PS: Toby’s not wearing a sweater. That is called a puppy bumper, which is a weird collar thing to prevent him from fitting through the slats in our fence. These are 5 lb dog problems.
My sister warned me that pregnancy can really mess with your dreams. So maybe that’s why she was the star of my totally weird and troubling dream last night… or maybe it was just her good luck.
So, from my memory, it began with my sister going into labor. Sorry, Jess, I know you’re not pregnancy’s biggest fan and you and your hubs have no plans of adding to your brood, but in my dream, you did. Anyway, for some reason, my sister’s husband wasn’t there and instead, my mom and I had the honor of joining my sister for her birth. We rushed into this laboratory-like room where another woman was in the process of laboring. It was the quietest, weirdest thing ever. The doctor/nurse lady was pushing downwards on the lady’s stomach, as if to help push the baby out. Then, suddenly, the smallest little baby started to emerge. Obviously, the doctor/nurse grabbed the baby’s arms, which were somehow out first, and started to pull the baby from the lady. This baby literally stretched like a stretch armstrong doll (see below). Once completely out, the baby was so tiny. I think the head must have been just barely bigger than a golf ball and its body followed suit.
This is what the baby looked like being pulled out by the doctor.
Did I mention that the lady was TOTALLY silent during the process? I may have even asked why she was being so quiet. I mean, she didn’t look like she was enjoying the process, but she was not screaming out in pain.
Next, it was my sister’s turn. Lucky gal. Her labor was even quicker and quieter than the first lady. They yanked that baby out and it emerged just as tiny as the first. Then, and here’s where it gets really creepy or weird or disturbing or something, it was time to cut the umbilical cord. For some reason, the cord was attached to some location up by the chest instead of at the belly button. So, the doctor instructs my mom to cut the cord. Now, no offense at all to my mom, but she is sometimes a little spacey. At this moment, she was in full spaced form and just grabs the scissors and makes a cut in under 5 seconds. She freaks out a little and drops the scissors as she says, “I can’t do this!” I look at the incision and it just doesn’t look right. It’s obvious that she has somehow cut too deep and there is this weird flow of some kind of fluid. We all stare at each other in panic until the doctor/nurse looks at the baby and says, “We’re going to have to do heart surgery. The heart has been punctured.”
Thankfully, that’s where this weird little soap opera ended. I woke up to my sweet puppy curling up on my chest.
So I have to say, what the heck? So weird, right? I mean, I understand the silent birth of a really tiny baby is the fantasy aspect of this dream… but what’s the rest about?
Such a bizarre evening.
Symptoms
I’m feeling way better today. Yesterday, from the moment I got out of bed, I was not feeling right. Nauseous, headache, exhausted… just a funky day. But, today I’m feeling much more energetic with no headache or stomachache to speak of. I have been feeling overly lovey/needy the past few days. I’m like my husband’s little shadow, wanting to be with him every minute. Could be worse, right? But really, I’m feeling pretty good. Motivated and focused at work, happy and excited at home. All is good.
Please take me there immediately.
Before we even found out we were pregnant, Mark and I decided we wanted to take a trip for our one-year anniversary this March. Now, with the baby due at the end of June, it’s even more perfect timing for a nice little celebratory babymoon, last hoorah before baby excursion. And with the below freezing temps and the snow that just won’t stop, I am more than ready to jet off… anywhere.
Now that we’ve gotten the green light from the doctor, we’re starting to attempt to plan our little trip. But, of course, I’m stuck on where to go. We don’t want to spend too much, as it wasn’t too long ago we were lounging on our honeymoon. So with that in mind, we are in search of a destination. Here are some ideas so far…
I need ideas that are fit for a giant pregnant lady! Thoughts??
Symptoms
Today I’m not feeling amazing. I slept really well, but for some reason, I woke up feeling really uneasy. Just not a good stomach day at all. And, I’m really tired. I am definitely wishing I was home with my husband, pets and pillow cave.
Can you tell how excited I am?
Move over, Mark! The pillow cave is here!!
Last night, the blessed pillow finally made its way to the house. After the cold delayed it by 2 days and we picked it up from our old apartment where I accidentally had it delivered, the fluffy deliciousness has found its way to my bed.
And let me say, it did not disappoint. It hugged my body and I just fell in love. I put my really thin down pillow over the head area, but honestly, it was wonderful. Every position I slept in was great and while I still woke up a couple of times to switch positions, I fell right back asleep. In comparison to the constant tossing and turning I was doing before, this was a very welcomed experience.
I now refer to the fluffy goodness as the pillow cave. I miss my pillow cave.
Also, if you can’t tell, this is the actual pillow I purchased from Amazon. Note: Free shipping with Amazon Prime AND… this is the most important one, it’s returnable!
Leachco Back ‘N Belly Contoured Body Pillow by Leachco
Only $64.99!!
The lovely pillow cave.
On another less fluffy note, my brother has been creating some stress in my life trying to pick a wedding date. Unfortunately, he keeps selecting dates that are uncomfortably close to my due date (ie: 3 weeks before, 2 weeks after, etc.). This morning we got into a bit of a fight because he asked me about the same date he had already asked me about 10 times, which I had already told him was way too close to my due date. Anyway, I of course complained to my husband about the stress my brother was causing.
Fast forward to this afternoon, my husband starts asking me questions about how long after the due date would be okay for the wedding, etc. When I asked him why, he simply replied:
I am respectfully dealing with Matt so you don’t have to. We are being very civil. He has said twice that he respects me for stepping in, so don’t worry.
Reason #965,781 why I love my husband.
Thanks for taking care of me, lovey.
Symptoms
Slept like a baby inside a person inside a pillow cave.
Sounds like he or she really loves us!
I think pregnancy is the only time anyone ever says that. But for me, right now, it’s totally true! I know I’ve gushed over my doctor and her nurse before, but I just totally love them both. They’re so sweet and just fun to chat with. And of course, my chatty self always seems to stretch our 30 minute appointments to 45+ minutes.
But enough gushing. As of today, the baby’s heartbeat was 160 beats per minute. I have gained 8.8 lbs, which the doctor said was good. Again, not to be a total girl, but my original weight was taken naked in the morning and this was taken with jeans and a sweater… so whatever 🙂 Maybe it’s a few ounces less. Either way, the doc said I looked good, my blood pressure was perfect and things were right on track. Also, they did find traces of protein in my urine, but she said that was normal.
And, in case anyone cares, here are the questions my husband and I asked and the answers we received:
I think that was everything! All in all, we had a great (and informative) appointment. AND, NEXT MONTH WE FIND OUT THE SEX!!!
Symptoms
All I’ve got to say is that I’ve been LOVING almond butter and jelly sandwiches. Something I’ve never been fond of. Mmm. Can’t get enough.
15 Weeks, 5 Days (January 8, 2014). I feel like my little belly is really shaping up to look pretty darn pregnant. I know that’s the point, but I was so surprised when I saw this picture, I made my husband examine it… at which point he reminded me that he knows what it looks like because he took the photo. Duh… PS: taken in the morning.
I just wrote a post about how dang crabby I am today and then, something happened and the whole thing disappeared. I think I need to crawl back in bed and call it a day. Urgh. And I’m hungry. I’m crabby and I’m hungry and, obviously, very whiny.
And, since I’m not making any friends today, to the gentleman at work who takes the SHARED newspaper into the bathroom with him… in NO world is that okay. It’s disgusting and wrong. AND, if you’re going to defile shared property, please don’t return the poop-exposed newspaper to the counter where food is prepared and served. Also, in case you didn’t know… you’re gross.
As I mentioned last week, we were blessed with some extra special Wisconsin weather this week. With highs at -11 deg F and lows at around -50 with the wind chill, I decided to boycott the outdoors for a bit and work from home.
So, what have I accomplished? I’ll tell ya!
A healthy treat.
It’s so tasty… seriously!
These guys are the best.
Sweater face.
Obviously making my bed isn’t going to make it to the list.
Sleepy pup recovering from his terrible cough.
Meow.
Lumber jack baby bump.
My little pumpkin.
The moral of the story is that it might be time to leave the house. Although, I’m not going to lie, I’ve enjoyed every minute in this cozy house.
Tomorrow is supposed to be pretty damn cold again… I guess I could stay home and take more pictures of my puppy.
Symptoms
My back has been really achy, but honestly, today I’ve been pretty good. I’m feeling very nesty and energetic. All good.
Yes, that was my morning. It started at 3 am when poor little Toby woke up coughing like crazy. He eventually jumped off the bed (yes, he sleeps in our bed) and threw up… twice. He settled down a bit and we managed to all get back to sleep around 3:30 or 4. Then, around 6 or so, he was at it again. I decided to get up so I could be ready to go as soon as the vet opened at 7:30. I went into the bathroom to turn on the shower, and to my surprise, the water barely trickled out.
You’ve got to be kidding… the dang pipe was frozen.
So, I showered in the other bathroom and called our good friend who happens to be a plumber. Thankfully, he was SO GRACIOUSLY willing to come out and help us get it taken care of. But, before that, I took Tobers to the vet.
It was a pleasant ride being that it’s -8 degrees F today, and, to make it better… right before we arrived, Toby let this beauty fly all over me. I had a nasty flem vomit loogie that connected my tush to the seat of the car. Nasty…
Nasty puppy slime barf.
Toby ended up getting diagnosed with a respiratory infection and is now on puppy penicillin. Hopefully he’ll be back to normal in no time. Anyway, I took Toby home and arrived just in time to meet our friend, the pipe reviver. He worked his magic, blow torched the pipe, and voila! We had water again.
So, what’s the moral of the story? Even after what seemed like a pretty rough morning, things aren’t so bad. Toby is on his way back to a healthy status, the pipes are thawed and I made it into work with only 5 hours left in the day. Could be worse! Plus, I’m 15 weeks today and our baby is the size of an apple. That’s pretty exciting if you ask me.
Symptoms
I had been having some pretty weird dreams earlier in the week and I’m starting to think they might be behind me. For literally 5 nights straight, I dreamt that I either got my period or was bleeding. In my dream, I was super calm about it and didn’t seem concerned, but each night, I woke up in a panic and ran to the bathroom to make sure I wasn’t actually bleeding. It was weird and troubling. But, I’ve been in the clear for the past two nights. Last night is the first night I don’t really remember dreaming in awhile and the night before I dreamt about a colleague bitch-slapping some new, non-existent employee. Weird.
Playing House 