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.

 

Symptoms

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!

Did I Mention that I Peed on Myself?

Yes… I peed on myself. In my recap of yesterday’s doctor’s visit, I was so distracted by my weight gain, I forgot to mention that my belly has officially gotten so large that I can no longer find my lady parts… SO, when I went to pee in the cup – as I do at each appointment – I missed. I tried very hard to move my belly with one hand in order to get a view of where exactly to hold the cup, but ended up having to “go with my gut” a bit and give it a guess! Well, turns out my guess was wrong, because I literally peed all over my hand.

Oy.

In other news, today is officially my Work Wife, Katie’s, last day. To say the least, I am not pleased with her departure. Not because of the added work, but because she forced me to allow work friends into my world and now I rely on her for daily entertainment. I swear I used to be able to go to work, get my stuff done and leave without too much interaction… now I expect a full chat session daily and a fun pal to bitch about… well, just about anything to. Thank goodness for email. Less chatting, more emailing.

Symptoms

Last night I went to dinner with a girlfriend I met at Ideal Image. It’s a weird story, but she was actually the nurse removing my hair. Not a traditional way to meet a new friend, but I don’t really consider myself too traditional, so whatever. Anyway, we became friends because I swear she is my 4-day-younger – and much taller – doppelganger. We don’t look a thing alike, but our lives are SO parallel it’s scary. Here are some similarities… she is exactly 4 days younger, our husbands are both a year younger than us, they were both in the military, we got engaged at pretty much the exact same time… and personalities… we are very similar.

Anyway, somehow in the midst of both of us planning our weddings, we totally lost touch. Then, randomly, I saw a pin she had posted on Pinterest a couple weeks ago that was baby related… so I sent her a text and asked if she was pregnant. Now mind you, we had not spoken for probably just under two years… turns out, she is pregnant… with a girl… due 4 days after me! HOW RANDOM IS THAT?

So, last night, we had a hilarious dinner sharing in all the silly pregnancy woes. It was really a great time.

Being that we are both pregs, I was on my way home from dinner by 7:30 🙂 Yes, we met for dinner at 5:30. It was pretty awesome. When I got home, I was somehow super productive. I did two loads of baby laundry, put things away, purged some items, set up the baby monitors with my hubs, and so on. The negative? I didn’t get in bed until after 11 pm. SO, yet again, I’m totally drained. I definitely need to sleep more.

On an even more random note, I’ve been pretty emotional these past few days/weeks. Mark has been so busy with work, so even when he’s home, he’s sitting at the table doing work. Or going through the motions of helping me with something, but his head is totally in his work. While I feel really bad that he’s so stressed, the selfish part of me is also feeling pretty neglected/lonely/etc. I miss my husband. He said he’s going to completely let go of work this weekend, so hopefully we can enjoy each other a bit.

Shades of Grey

For all my family that reads this, DON’T WORRY, I’m not about to get weird. I’m talking about paint shades!

On Monday, I went over to Sherman Williams to grab some grey paint swatches to try out in the nursery. When I got them home, I realized I was way off. Out of the 15 swatches (literally) that I brought home, I didn’t like any of them. So today, I ran over to Home Depot over lunch. I decided to stick with Behr, because I’ve had a lot of success with the paint and it’s cheaper. Plain and simple.

Anyway, at first I was picking colors on my own, and then I decided to enlist the Home Depot paint man. We’ll call him Fred to make the story easier. So, I showed Fred my “inspiration photo” and asked him if any of the 10 swatches I was holding were close and what he would recommend for a small room with moderate to low light. Surprise, surprise… I was way off again. After about 5-10 minutes of discussing colors, I decided to purchase two sample paint jars for $2.77 each. Here’s what I ended up with…

My "inspiration photo"... I just love how warm and simple this looks. While grey is usually considered a cooler color, something about the lighting, the ivory furniture and the white trim really warm it up to be so cozy.

My “inspiration photo”… I just love how warm and simple this looks. While grey is usually considered a cooler color, something about the lighting, the ivory furniture and the white trim really warm it up to be so cozy.

GREY OPTION #1 (the lighter version)

Behr Color 790e-1

Behr Color 790e-1

GREY OPTION #2 (the darker version)

Behr Color 790e-2

Behr Color 790e-2

For the trim, I’m thinking just a plain old ultra pure white…

1850 Ultra Pure White

1850 Ultra Pure White

 

So, if all goes as planned, I’ll be able to slap these colors on the wall and HOPEFULLY get closer to picking a color by… THE WEEKEND! Yes, I want to paint this weekend. Maybe that’s unrealistic, but I’m up for the challenge, as is my hubs.

As for techniques, I learned a lot from Fred:

  • Unless there is a semi-gloss or gloss paint on our current walls, it is not necessary to sand the walls before painting. If there is a semi-gloss or gloss, a light sand is recommended.
  • For the trim, if there is a high-sheen coating (forgot the name), we will need to sand down to the bare wood. If there is just a stain, a light sand will do. He recommended this sander:
3M Pro Grade 2-1/2 in. x 4-1/2 in. Extra-Fine Sanding Sponge

3M Pro Grade 2-1/2 in. x 4-1/2 in. Extra-Fine Sanding Sponge

  • Fred recommended prepping the trim and walls first. Then, paint the walls, then trim. My husband and I have been debating this, as he things trim first and I think walls first. Fred said walls first… and I swear, I didn’t even prompt him.
  • We have a louvered closet door. I had no idea that was the name, but essentially, it’s a slatted door. The closet door guy recommended that we use spray paint on the door because getting in the grooves is a pain in the rear with a brush. He recommended this spray paint:
    Spray Paint

    Spray Paint

    I’m not sure how I feel about this, but it’s something to explore. We’re also thinking about renting a paint sprayer from Home Depot, but this is TBD.

  • Brush recommendation for the trim:
$12 option...

$12 option…

$6 option

$6 option

  • Roller recommendation for the walls:
    Cheaper version...

    Cheaper version…

    More expensive version.

    More expensive version.

     

  • Roller recommendation for the main nursery entrance door:

    Smooth

    Smooth

Productive lunch, huh? Hopefully with all this, we’ll be ready to sand and paint this weekend!

Symptoms

Yesterday, I had my first real bloody nose ever. All I can say is, “Woof!” I hate blood. Hopefully that doesn’t happen often. Otherwise, I’m feeling pretty good. Still pretty overwhelmed and emotional. The husband and I got into it yesterday (again) about the registry items/expenses/etc. and I’m not going to lie, the “discussion” ended with FULL sobbing. Actually, I was pretty much sobbing the entire time. I can’t remember the last time I cried so hard. I just felt so overwhelmed.

It ended with a good hug and I think we both feel better. It feels like we’re on the same page I think. With all the money being spent and the nerves of having another little life joining our family in 4 months, I think stress levels are just a little high. But, it helped to talk it out last night. Once I stopped sobbing of course. And today, I’m feeling really good. Excited to take on the nursery with my hubs. I’m sure the painting project will take way too long and will suck a bit, but for now, I’m excited to work on it with Mark. He’s pretty fun. AND, for all those worried about pregnant me and paint fumes, the room will be well ventilated. I think we’ll be just fine!

The other notable thing is that this sweet little love nugget is a kicking machine this week, and today especially. Mark and I joked that this is her way of saying, “no fighting or else mom gets kicked.” Or maybe she’s just feeling spunky today. Ugh, I can’t wait to hug her. She’s definitely getting bigger and starting to feel like a mini person moving around in there (versus feeling like gas or just a little poke). There is some full-on movement and I’m not gonna lie, it gets a bit distracting sometimes. Especially when she tries to rearrange my organs while I’m in a meeting… or the vagina pokes. Eesh.

A Month’s Worth of Questions Answered

Homemade caramel coated, chocolate covered pretzels... a little bribe.. errr... gift for my doc and nurse!

Homemade caramel coated, chocolate covered pretzels… a little bribe.. errr… gift for my doc and nurse!

While our 20-week doctor’s appointment was wildly overshadowed by our anatomy scan, which we had right before the appointment, I must say it was quite informative. I’ve been sending myself text messages in the middle of the day… or night… when I think of questions to help keep track of everything over the month’s time.

This month, I happened to watch, “The Business of Being Born,” which created about 10 questions right there. Anyway, this is why I bake for my doctor. I am totally aware of the fact that I’m an obnoxious patient. Not-to-mention the fact that I have it in my mind that if my doctor likes me, she’ll be more willing to go out of her way to make it to my delivery. I’ll let you know how that pans out.

So, here are my questions and the corresponding answers:

  1. Does it bother the baby when I poke my belly (my husband was on my ass about this one)? Nope! There is so much cushioning, etc, that you wouldn’t be able to poke hard enough to hurt the baby because of the pain it would cause you. IE: Poke away!
  2. Can I drink kombucha? My doc didn’t know too much about kombucha but we pulled up the product page online and she said her only concern would be the caffeine quantity in Black Tea, and urged me not to drink too much.
  3. Is it okay to take a probiotic supplement? Yep!
  4. What are your thoughts on a doula? Essentially, she said they can be very helpful for the mothers and tend to work really well with the nurses in our delivery hospital. Doula away!
  5. Can you write me a note providing permission to fly (we are headed to NY tomorrow and Mexico next month)? While she didn’t think this was necessary, she had no problem writing our note.
  6. Can I drink fresh fruit juices from the resort juice bar in Mexico? All of the food you have at the resort should be just fine – assuming you’re following basic pregnancy do’s and don’ts. This makes me beyond happy because for some reason (maybe because I’m a hungry pregnant lady), a juice bar and pizza restaurant were requirements for the resort we selected.
  7. What percentage of women are given pitocin? Oy. This answer was sad. My doctor literally laughed and said, “A Lot!” This obviously isn’t surprising, but the conversation felt like a clip out of the Business of Being Born.
  8. Do you have to take pitocin? This was a little wishy washy, but the gist was that if you do not want it, they will be patient with you. And, ideally, you want to stay out of the hospital for as long as possible. It definitely reinforced the fact that if you don’t know your options, it’s very easy to fall into the pitocin/epidural/c-section pattern.
  9. Do you allow mothers to deliver standing up or on all fours? Our doctor definitely seemed flexible, although, it seemed as though she’s only delivered a couple of babies with the momma in an alternative birthing position (versus the typical on your back posish).
  10. Do you guys use vacuum/forceps for delivery? Yes, when necessary. They’ve found that it can be done to prevent the need for a c-section.
  11. Does the momma have control over the lighting and number of people in the delivery room? Absolutely! My doc recommended writing up a birth plan to give to the nurses when you come in to labor/deliver. While the nurses and docs have their standard procedures, they are very willing to work with you to create the best environment and experience for each mother. Mark and I decided we better have some sort of homemade goody to bring to the nurses so they don’t get turned off by my ridiculous birth plan 🙂
  12. At what point are interventions optional versus requirements? When the mother or baby are at risk, that’s where the docs step in.
  13. Percentage of c-sections? About 20%… I think that’s what she said?
  14. How can you stay in the Jacuzzi tub? Can you deliver in there? You can pretty much stay in there until it’s time to get the baby out… but you can’t deliver in the tub. One question my mom brought up was that she had heard you couldn’t be in the tub once your water breaks. I’ll have to ask that next month.
  15. Do you get an IV right away? Yes! There doesn’t have to be anything connected to it, but just in case, they want to make sure they’re prepared for any situation that may arise.
  16. Can you request that your nurses don’t ask you if you want pain meds? Yes! Again, this is something to put in the birth plan. My thought is that if I want the meds, I’ll ask. But if not, I don’t want to be tempted.

Wow… okay, that’s all of them! Thankfully, she seemed excited about her treat and didn’t seem to notice the ridiculous number of questions I asked. She even said that she didn’t feel as if she had earned the delicious pretzels. She did in my book!

Symptoms

A couple new things lately… one, in certain positions – mostly when I’m lounging on the couch or laying down in bed – I can feel my heart/blood pumping. At one point, I even took my pulse because it felt like my heart was pounding… but it was completely normal. My doc said it’s just the increased volume of blood that is likely causing my heart to work a little harder in certain positions. Regardless, it’s a little annoying.

The other symptom is the kinda-but-not-really runny nose. I pretty much always feel like I need to blow my nose, but there is rarely anything to blow out. Not a big deal, just something I’ve noticed.

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.

Another Picture of the Baby Boo & a Weekend Recap

Baby "Blob" Lang! Ultrasound #2

Baby “Blob” Lang! Ultrasound #2

Today was our second ultrasound appointment, and my doctor’s way of appeasing my stubborn mind. As I’ve mentioned before, I was not convinced by the due date given at our last ultrasound appointment, so my doctor had suggested we do another one. Well, turns out the ultrasound tech and the fancy machinery is staying pretty consistent. My most recent due date was June 30th and today it was adjusted to June 27th. As I stated before, I am totally prepared to accept June 27th as the day and begin tracking the baby’s growth accordingly.

So, here’s where we’re at… I’m officially 9 weeks and 3 days pregnant, our baby is just over an inch from head to rump, and the heartbeat was 174 beats per minute.

Ultrasound 1 vs Ultrasound 2

Ultrasound 1 vs Ultrasound 2

It must be mentioned, that my mom is now convinced it’s going to be a girl! Only 10 more weeks until we find out! Also, I didn’t really see the heart beat last time, although my hubs did. This time, it was so clear and amazing to see. That little heart is working hard and was totally crazy and wonderful to be able to watch.

I’m not 100% sure, but I think we might have another ultrasound at 12 weeks for the nuchal screening. Can’t wait until the babe looks a little less like a blob and a little more like a sweet baby.

Weekend Recap

It was, once again, a pretty busy weekend. We were still furiously working to get my grandparents set up in their new place. Here’s some progress…

The desk is actually standing now, but this is the most updated photo I have...

The desk is actually standing now, but this is the most updated photo I have…

Despite all the work, we got to spend a little time together and the grandparents got to enjoy some quality time with their great grand pup!

Gramps, Toby & Grammy

Gramps, Toby & Grammy

We also had time for a visit with Mark’s momma… she made the most amazing Philly cheese steaks. Mmmm…

Mark and his Ma cooking up lunch!

Mark and his Ma cooking up lunch!

My husband getting goofy.

My husband getting goofy.

Symptoms

Enough said.

Enough said.

Wait, what? My First Ultrasound Experience.

Wait, what?

That’s the best way to describe my ultrasound appointment this past Friday. First of all, I had to drink my weight in water to fill up my bladder, which was absolutely horrible. I could barely walk and when I laid down on the table, you could visibly see my bladder bulging out of my body. Anyway, the tech explained that since I wasn’t very far along, they would have to do an internal ultrasound anyway, as that’s what they always do this early in a pregnancy, but took some measurements of my uterus and ovaries externally first. (My first, “wait, what?” moment.) Why the heck would they put me through the water torture if they were going to stab me with the internal ultrasound wand anyway? That seems cruel.

Anyway, they finally allowed me to pee, and I’m not exaggerating when I say that I must have been peeing for 3 minutes straight.

When I got back into the room, the tech had wheeled in the internal ultrasound machine (“wait, what” moment # 2). My reaction only got worse when the tech explained that I would have to insert the ultrasound… wand… into my lady part myself and then she would take over. Uhhh… what? That made for an interesting little experience for the tech, my husband and I to share. I wish I could have gotten a picture of Mark’s face. But, mine will have to suffice (note the scary wand)…

Wait, you want me to do what with that?

Wait, you want me to do what with that?

Honestly though, it wasn’t that bad. After I got over the whole awkwardness of the request and the appearance of the “wand,” I didn’t really notice.

Then came the good part… seeing our baby and seeing her little heartbeat (124 beats per minute)!

First glimpse of our tiny little baby!

First glimpse of our tiny little baby!

BUT, then came my next surprising moment. Our little baby who we thought was measuring over a half inch was actually less than a centimeter! This led the tech to estimate my progress at 6.5-7 weeks, versus the 8+ we had been told before. I know it’s only a week or so off, but I guess I feel a little disappointed because I was really looking forward to the relief of hitting the 8 week mark with a solid heartbeat. From what I’ve heard, though, just hearing the heartbeat is already a very good sign. So I should probably just feel grateful for that and stop over thinking it. Although, for a controlling person like myself, it drives me a little nuts to not really know how far along I am… hopefully when I see the doctor this Thursday, she’ll provide me with a little clarity.

Anyway, more importantly, I’d like to introduce our little baby blob… meet Baby Lang:

 

Baby Lang!

Baby (Blob) Lang!

 

Symptoms

The latest and greatest is getting super nauseous before and as I get hungry. It’s so annoying. First I’m sick to my stomach, then I’m hungry and also want to throw up… so lovely! The trick seems to be powering through it and eating. Once I get a decent base of food in me, the nausea goes away. Other than that, I’m still quite sleepy. BUT, feeling happy and excited.

Once it hits your lips…

photoThis morning I decided to indulge in a caffeinated treat for the first time since we found out I’m pregnant. Everything I’ve read says that as long as you consume less than 200 mg of caffeine per day, you’re good to go… yet, somehow, I felt guilty ordering my delicious morning pick-me-up. And, I’m not going to lie, I had a legit experience with my skinny vanilla latte. I’m not sure if any of you are Ally McBeal fans, but this was pretty much my experience this morning:

So, despite the fact that everyone says a limited amount of caffeine is okay, why does it feel like I’m breaking the rules at the expense of my little blueberry baby?

Symptoms

Last night I took my prenatal vitamins right before I ate and I didn’t seem to get sick at all. Maybe that’s the trick? Or maybe my body is getting used to the vitamin intake? Who knows. Regardless, I was pretty darn thankful. The rest of the day was pretty much just as good, despite it being Monday. I’ve felt pretty great! Maybe the worst is over?

Other than that, Mark and I literally played house last night. We babysat for a friend, which entailed caring for two adorable little boys (one is 2, one is 4). I think we were both pretty proud at our performance. We divided and conquered, which worked really well.

So, the 4 children I’m hoping to have (eventually) might be complicated, but two was feeling somewhat manageable. 

I’ve got the itch…

The pregnant belly itch, that is! Beginning on Friday night, I had the itchiest dang belly ever. So much so, that it woke me up in the middle of the night all weekend. I have some argan oil next to my bed that I literally squeeze onto my belly (usually around 2 am) and then quickly go back to sleep.

I’ve been trying to combat the itch by loading up on Palmers Cocoa Butter Massage Lotion – compliments of my sister – the argan oil, any other lotion I find nearby, and am trying to drink as much water as possible. I’m hopeful that the combination will make my itching short-lived… or at least help in the prevention of evil stretch marks.

Besides the itching, the weekend was pretty low-key, just as I had hoped. We saw Last Vegas with my parents on Friday, which was actually entertaining and silly, did some cleaning / winter-prep around the house on Saturday and Sunday, and had Mark’s dad and step mom (Amy) over for a birthday dinner on Sunday evening. Because they were away for Amy’s son’s wedding in Hawaii, we hadn’t told them about the little baby boo yet. So, that was pretty fun! We used the same card and pregnancy test that we had used for our mothers, and actually, Mark’s dad seemed to register the note the quickest. They seem very excited for us.

Our "Hey, we're pregnant" card!

Our “Hey, we’re pregnant” card!

Other than that, I got a good amount of rest this weekend and am feeling pretty good… minus the fact that it’s Monday, which means another week of work. On the positive, only two more days until our first appointment and we have family coming into town next week for my mom’s birthday party… so I have a feeling, this month is just going to fly!

Symptoms

As mentioned, I’ve got the itch. Other than that, I’ve been finding that my prenatal vitamin has been causing some severe nausea and a bit of a headache. It takes about an hour from the time I take the pill to the time the symptoms begin, but once they do, it’s pretty bad. I’m guessing it lasts about 45 or so minutes, which isn’t awful, but it’s definitely not pleasant.

In terms of exhaustion, I’m feeling better than I was at the beginning of last week, but I will say that I’m still pretty darn tired come 2:30 pm. That seems to be the magical time where my brain shuts off and my body starts begging for sleep. Unfortunately, it just doesn’t feel appropriate to put my head down at my desk. Plus, when I get to that point, it doesn’t feel like a cat nap will do it. My body is looking for some serious rest.

I also seem to have random waves of nausea throughout the day, especially when I’m getting hungry. It’s kind of a pain. I’ll feel nauseous until all of a sudden I’m ravenous.

BUT, enough complaining. Honestly, I’m feeling pretty great considering I’m sharing my energy and my body with another person. And, I’m feeling very excited. I’m thinking a grey and white nursery. Maybe later this week I’ll post some inspiration photos.

One more thing before I go, seems like the chat with the husband really helped. He’s been wonderful and amazing. Very sweet and nurturing.

No Grudges

Last night I got in a bit of a tiff with my husband. The actual initiator of the fight is pretty unimportant, but the underlying theme was:  “You just don’t get what I’m going through. I know you can’t really see it, but I’m pregnant and I need you to take care of me.”

I guess the reality is that this is something that has been bothering me and it was bound to manifest in the first possible way. It started because the first week we found out we were pregnant, I was telling my husband about some of my symptoms and he made some comment like, “Do you think maybe it’s not that bad and you’re just looking to feel something?” He apologized right away, but no matter what, I couldn’t get it out of my head. It felt like he was thinking it all the time.

Some other little things that helped to develop my, “you think I’m faking it” complex:

  1. “When you’re pregnant, we should…” – I had to quickly remind him that I AM pregnant…
  2. Normally my husband is a total nurturer and takes care of me in all of my neediness… but lately, he’s seemed a little distant.
  3. My husband asked me how far along I was the other day. I told him, “6 weeks and 5 days… doesn’t it feel like I should be further along?” To which he replied: “No, I feel like it’s going really quick. Last time I thought about it, you were only 5 weeks pregnant.” Now, I’m sure he didn’t mean last time he thought about the baby… but still. It’s been almost 2 weeks since you thought about the baby’s progress???

Anyway, in my anger, I needed to talk to someone who had recent experience to see if my husband was being a total dud, or if it was normal for it to feel like he just wasn’t getting it… so, I called my sister, who has two kids (almost 2 and almost 4). Turns out, based on my sister’s experience, her friends’ and the Internet… this is pretty darn common. I guess it makes sense. From the exhaustion to the nausea to the bloating to the headaches, I think (and worry) about this baby non-stop, every day. But for my husband, he doesn’t have any of that. His biggest reminder is a bitchy or whiny wife and I’m sure that’s hard to source to the baby at times.

So, I spoke with the hubs and simply reminded him that we are already parents. I am a mom. My job is to sacrifice my wants to care for this child and give it everything it needs… and my only way of doing that is by taking care of myself. And my husband is a dad. His job, as it will be when this baby is born, is to take care of the baby and the momma and provide for us. His only way of doing that right now is by supporting and taking care of me.

It seemed to resonate. So much so, that the husband sent me to bed while he cleaned up after our guests and I woke up to this silly little note in the bathroom…

"I love you because... you don't hold grudges :) "

“I love you because… you don’t hold grudges 🙂 “

AND… if our chat wasn’t enough, I sent him this great blog post I came across last night: Read it here! Hopefully between the two, things will click and we can go back to being on the same page.

Symptoms

My biggest symptom has been exhaustion. This has been SERIOUS, head-to-toe exhaustion. I have been getting at least 8 or so hours of sleep – and very, very hard sleep at that – yet still, I wake up feeling so incredibly tired. After telling my sister that the baby will be doubling in size this week (from .25″ to .5″), she reminded me that this could be the source of the exhaustion. As my baby goes through this big week of growing, she will require a lot of energy and strength from me. We’re both working hard this week.

Other than that, although probably as a result of that, I’ve been very emotional. At least once or twice a day, I feel tears well up in my eyes (some happy and some sad tears). I’m trying to pick my battles and make my main focus be on not getting riled up.

Today the baby is officially 7 weeks. We’re nearly at the 20% mark!