Pregnancy Meltdown & Birthday Celebrations

On Friday morning, I woke up with my right hand much more swollen than my left. I thought it was a little weird, but attributed it to the fact that I woke up on my side, meaning my hands were in different positions, bearing different amounts of pressure.

As the day went on, my back was progressively more achy, to the point where the pain seemed to wrap around to the front / top of my belly. At this point, I started to get a little worried about preeclampsia… not that I actually thought I had it, becuase my BP has been perfectly low, but my symptoms were starting to add up. Then, around 3:30, my vision became very weird. It was almost as if I was getting a migraine, with a line of flashing lights in my left eye. This sent me into a panic.

I was working at my parents’ company that afternoon, so I went in and asked my mom if she had a portable BP machine. She said no, but told me to run over to my general practitioner who is literally 2 minutes away. She said they would take my blood pressure for me, no problem. My brother – who was in town for wedding stuff – offered to take me, and so fighting back tears, I headed to the doc. Of course, my blood pressure was fine. My doctor was nice enough to see me for a few minutes and tell me there was nothing to worry about. She did, however, advise me to tell my doctor about the swelling AND suggested I stop wearing heels. Urgh. I don’t know if I’m ready for that… although, I think my back is.

Anyway, that night, my Milly took me on a birthday date to the Milwaukee Ballet to see Mirror, Mirror, a rendition of Snow White. The show was perfect! Beautiful dancing, compelling story… just a wonderful performance! AND, our seats were great. Couldn’t have asked for a better end to such a weird day.


Saturday was my birthday celebration day with the hubs! But, before we got started, I met my mom and sis for manis. I decided to go outside my comfort zone for something a little crazy…

A HOT PINK kinda day...

A HOT PINK kinda day…

When I got home, the hubs and I jumped in the car to head to the first stop on our birthday celebration… Wellspring. Wellspring is the farm where we will get our CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) shares. The farm was hosting tours and gardening classes, so Marky and I had a visit.

Gardening Class... Let me tell you, we were out of our league. These people were talking about food forests... Mark and I were looking for simple planting bed instructions. Regardless, it was interesting and enjoyable!

Gardening Class… Let me tell you, we were out of our league. These people were talking about food forests… Mark and I were looking for simple planting bed instructions. Regardless, it was interesting and enjoyable!

Checking out the seedlings and plant grafts.

Checking out the seedlings and plant grafts.

Silly rooster rolling in the dirt.

Silly rooster rolling in the dirt.

Have I ever mentioned that I LOVE roosters? Such weird and beautiful little creatures.

Have I ever mentioned that I LOVE roosters? Such weird and beautiful little creatures.

His name is Frank. Or at least it should be...

His name is Frank. Or at least it should be…

Tomato plants and other delicious things!

Tomato plants and other delicious things!

Our source for produce this summer! I think that's lettuce coming up! We get our first share in 2 weeks!

Our source for produce this summer! I think that’s lettuce coming up! We get our first share in 2 weeks!

After the farm, we went back to the house for a little rest. Thankfully my hubs recognizes that although I’d like to be on the go-go-go, my body can’t really handle that these days. So, we took a nap, loved on the puppy, and got ready for the next stop… PRENATAL MASSAGE!

This was like music to my ears. My back has been excruciating. I can’t even explain the pain, but it’s sharp and it’s constant and it creates this reaction in my body that leaves me constantly feeling like I’m fighting back tears. Anyway, I went to Massage Envy for a prenatal massage and let this guy literally abuse my back. There were moments where I was practicing my labor techniques for pain because the dude was pushing so hard on my back. But, no pain, no gain, right? I figured, attack the back and I’ll feel better later. Now, it wasn’t all painful, it was pretty enjoyable and I left feeling really good. I also felt justified in my complaining because Brian the massage man said my back was horrific.

Anyway, after dinner, my guy took me to a delicious and very nice dinner. We had soft-shelled crab, which was shockingly delicious, and fish and just yum. Then, we went to Baskin Robbins for dessert… After way too many samples, I decided on Cookies & Cream… the flavor I ALWAYS get.

Then Sunday, we had brunch with my sweet friend Marci and her hubs, Jesse. It was really fun to catch up and chitter chatter with them. Once we parted ways, Marky and I ran a few errands and went back to the house to do some chores. For me, that meant excessive amounts of laundry and folding. By the end of the night, we decided that I overdid it. My back was killing me. AND, due to my very hard-pressure massage, it hurts to the touch, so I’m not really able to receive more massages until it’s less sore. Oy. Third trimester problems for sure.

All-in-all, it was a REALLY great weekend. Too bad it’s Monday.



All I can think about is my back. It’s killing me. I’m starting to wonder how the heck I’m going to survive the next 5.5 weeks if this continues at this rate. I’m planning to go to the gym tonight in hopes that it will help stretch out my muscles and offer a little relief. We’ll see. If not, I’ll just continue icing/heating my back.

Toby keeping me company as I heated my back. He always climbs all over the baby...

Toby keeping me company as I heated my back. He always climbs all over the baby…


Working on Your Birthday Should be Illegal

Today is my 29th birthday! Now, I should mention, I’m a total birthday person. I’m not sure why exactly, because as a child… or really, through being an adult (up until the time I started dating my husband), they were always a day that led to a lot of let down. But regardless, I still love birthdays. I love other peoples’ birthdays, I love my own birthday, and actually have been trying to get my husband to celebrate “Maylissa”… a month dedicated to me… for at least 3 years now. He’s still not convinced. Maybe one day…

Anyway, being that I’ve been at work for what feels like 12 hours (I’ve actually only been here about 5 hours… got a late start and took a long lunch), it hasn’t been anything spectacular, but I can’t complain. My poor hubs woke up at 3:30 this morning to go to work (woof!), which had me up for a short time, but nothing too crazy. I finally dragged my butt out of bed at around 6:30 and started my morning routine… but just a slower version. I was hoping to get out of the house early so I could pick up a little birthday treat to share with my coworkers, but somehow didn’t get out of the house until 8 (the time I’m supposed to start work).

I stopped at an Outpost Natural Foods that just opened up near our house. I’ve been looking for an excuse to go there. And I totally indulged. I got muffins and bagels to share and a decaf latte (I love their coffee – it’s Anodyne Coffee – THE BEST) AND a Green Juice. As I slowly strolled out of there and started making my way to work, I realized that the route I was taking was kind of close (only 15 ish minutes out of my way) to my husband’s office. So, I called him up to see if he needed a little pick-me-up. Seeing that he had eaten breakfast at 4 am, he was a bit hungry, so I stopped by and dropped off a few goodies for him and picked up some birthday kisses for me (the real reason I stopped by).

Then, it was on my way to work… only 45 minutes late. Thankfully, no one cared or noticed or something. From around 9-11, it was slow, but by 11:45, I was on my way to lunch with my ex-work wife (she recently switched jobs and left me). We had a great lunch catching up and I was able to return a few items to Macy’s afterwards. BUT, then I had to come back to work. I’ve been decently productive this afternoon, but literally am one big struggle fest. I don’t want to work today. Or tomorrow for that matter. But I REALLY don’t want to work today. A few jobs ago, it was company policy to have off on your birthday. I miss that.

Anyway, tonight my hubs and I will have dinner with my parents and then the celebration continues through the weekend… Friday night I’m going to the ballet with my Milly and then Saturday morning nails with my mom and sis and the rest of the day I’ll be celebrating (with a mystery date) with my amazing husband. Such fun!

By the way, this is the year I become a momma 🙂



I have had such discomfort in my middle back on the right side. I almost feel it in the front, too. Sometimes I kind of feel a touch of numbness on the top of my belly in that same spot. What a pain. Literally, but I meant that figuratively. Besides the soreness, everything is pretty much business as usual… although, I think my belly had a HUGE growth spurt this week. It seems REALLY big.

That's one hell of a belly!

That’s one hell of a belly!

On a more positive note, my sweet girl performed a cute little (45 minute) song and dance for me this afternoon. She had the belly bouncing around like crazy.

Toby, on the other hand, was not so peppy this morning.

Don't make me get outta bed!!

What’s a birthday? Don’t make me get outta bed!!


Birthday Celebration with my Ladies

As I mentioned earlier this week, my birthday is tomorrow… the big 2-9. And while this number is getting a little high for my comfort, I have to admit, I feel pretty good being able to say I’m still in my twenties. It sounds so youthful, right?

Plus, besides being pregnant, I pretty much look 18, so that works!

Anyway, I digress. Last night I celebrated my birthday with two very special little ladies… my very close friends, Erica and Carrie. We went to this Southern Italian restaurant and ate some good (and some okay) food. The restaurant is new to my area… Salotto Zarletti. What I can say is that they make a VERY good pizza. My favorite was the prosciutto con rucola. It had arugula and a delish tomato sauce… very tasty. The salad – an asparagus salad – was tasty, but tiny. All-in-all, dinner was good, but not amazing!

So the ladies crowd this year was a little small, as my sweet friend Kate is officially moved away and living in Seattle <TEAR> and our other friend, Ashley, was unable to make it. Regardless, we had a great time. After dinner, the ladies took me to go see “The Other Woman,” which was perfectly stupid and entertaining. Definitely a movie you can wait to watch on TV, but it was $5 movie night (with free popcorn) at the theater, so who could resist? It was really fun! I haven’t been to a movie with my girlfriends since I was… I don’t even know? Back in high school? Middle School?

Either way, it was a great little date night with my gals and felt like an evening that would be harder to pull off once baby girl comes. I’m lucky to have such great friends.

In other news, poor little Toby got his first tick… and it was nasty. He was licking his paw a ton last night, so we thought he had some sort of allergic reaction to something (we didn’t see anything on him). We gave him half a children’s Benadryl (a secret remedy our vet clued us in on) and went to bed. This morning, he was still licking, so I checked out his paw again and found this…

Honestly, at first, I didn't know what it was. My instinct was to grab a kleenex and pull the thing out... then I thought, hmmm... might want to wait on that.

Honestly, at first, I didn’t know what it was. My instinct was to grab a kleenex and pull the thing out… then I thought, hmmm… might want to wait on that.

Close-up of the NASTY, giant tick.

Close-up of the NASTY, giant tick.

That's his, "Mommy, I have an owie" face.

That’s his, “Mommy, I have an owie” face.

I decided to take Tobers to the vet so he could make sure the entire tick was removed and didn’t do any damage to our little guy. I love our vet. He’s really awesome. He removed the tick, which was dead, and suggested a monthly flea and tick treatment that works better than Frontline. While Frontline kills fleas and ticks once they bite your pet, this other drug – Vectra – repels them and burns the sh*t out of them if they land on your pup. Anyway, we’ll bring Tobers back in three weeks for his regularly scheduled heartworm blood test, at which point they’ll test for any tick-related illness that could have been transferred.

Until then, hopefully Toby stays tick-free.



My back is not comfortable. Some moments are better than others, but it’s really not great. Especially if I have to pee or am feeling bloated… which is probably about 50% of my day. I swear, I literally pee every 45-60 minutes. It’s insane. And for some reason, I’m SO bloated. My diet hasn’t changed, so it shouldn’t be that, but oofta. Not fun.

While I recognize that was a lot of bitching, I must say this, even on my worst of days (in terms of symptoms), I think I’ve had a pretty dang easy pregnancy. I’ve heard some pretty crazy stories. Plus, relatively speaking, I’ve managed to keep the vast majority of my pregnancy weight gain in my belly (and some in the boobs), which helps me to miss my old body a LITTLE less. Although, I really do miss it.

Okay, I’m done complaining. It’s a good day! My baby is playing around as I type and we’re both happy as can be!

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.



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.