Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Here is me at the end of week 23, just before I left for DC.
And here I am on Monday of this week, the last day of week 25.
Jeff’s been able to feel the baby’s movements for a month or so, but last night was the first time that he got to feel/witness one of her more dramatic movements – the kind where her knee or elbow jabs out hard and then glides all the way across my belly. I kept trying to describe how strange those movements were but now he finally gets it. It evoked a rather un-Jeff like reaction, causing him to jump to his feet and freak out for a few seconds.
Friday, May 22, 2009
I think I finally rounded the corner with this cold last night. I went to my regular doctor yesterday to make sure I don't have sinus infection. Sadly, he seemed pretty sure that I do, but he said it was early/mild and prescribed steam therapy instead of antibiotics. So I went out and bought some dirty hippy facial steamer thing and used it off and on all afternoon yesterday. As a result, I started feeling a lot better towards bedtime and only woke up twice to have a nose blowing/hacking fit last night.
Lately, I've developed a nasty habit of waking up around 2am every night and feeling STARVING. That and my hips ache, so getting up always seems like a good idea. So I wander downstairs and proceed to eat everything in sight. Then I crawl back in bed. I also made a double recipe of rice krispie treats this week and yesterday when Jeff went to cut himself a piece exclaimed, "What happened to all the rice krisipie treats!?" I felt like my Dad (notorious midnight snacker) when I had to admit that I'd eaten a whole row of them in the night. Pretty sure I've given myself gestational diabetes.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
So one night Maurice was feeling particularly sleepy and it dawned on me that this was our big chance. Maurice is not a docile cat and he has the scars from neighborhood fights to prove it. He's never hurt either of us of course (or any of our house guests), but we've also never tried to dress him in human's clothes before. The weird thing was, as soon as I popped the onesie over his head, he went completely limp. We couldn't tell if he just didn't care or if it was a coping mechanism. Either way, I peed my pants laughing, but then felt a little guilty later.
It has been pointed out to me that I’ve been remiss in posting belly shots recently. My trip to DC coupled with some really unflattering photos of late has caused the delay. Oh, and I’m also super sick. That cold I came down with last week at the end of my trip is lingering like a bad fart smell. Unwanted and gross.
I miss Nyquil so much. I don’t know how to sleep without it when I’m sick. I spent literally ALL NIGHT last night wide awake but exhausted. I’ve developed a bit of a cough, my nose is completely useless, and my resulting mouth breathing leaves me miserable. And also? You know how when you have a cold and only one side of your nose is stuffed up? The solution is to typically try to sleep on the opposite side to let the nose drain, correct? Well, my hips are still hurting so bad at night from the pregnancy that I can’t choose which side to sleep on, my hips choose for me. And they always choose the wrong side for my nose.
I’m such a dude when I get sick. The thing is, I usually NEVER get sick. I honestly think the last time I had a legit cold was 2 years ago. For this reason when it finally happens to me, I’m a huge baby. Jeff is so sick of hearing me sigh and sniffle that I thought I’d take it out on you for a while. Thanks for listening. Or reading. Or whatever.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
On a more positive note, here was my most entertaining moment from my week in DC:
I was riding the elevator up to my room while eating a blueberry bagel with cream cheese when an large, older African American woman got on. I think I may have been resting my other hand on my bump. She was wearing the hotel uniform, looked at me chowing down on my bagel and said all sassy-like, "Mmmm HMMM, for me it was chocolate puddin'." Then the doors opened and she got off.
So I'm home now, still horribly sick, but SO relieved to have this hurdle behind me. Despite eating nothing but fatty hotel food all day, for 5 days straight, I somehow managed to lose a pound this week, so I quickly made up for that with burgers and fries for lunch yesterday and mac and cheese for dinner. Jeff painted the master bedroom while I was gone, which was a total surprise. This would mark the 156th time we've painted the bedroom, but he says this color is here to stay. He kindly used the expensive, non toxic paint so that I could return to sulk in the bed with my cold promptly upon my return without inhaling paint fumes.
Now that the conference is over, I finally feel ready to get this whole baby show on the road. We need to do some serious shopping and get some SHIT DONE. Edie's been kicking up a storm lately. I find that some days she lodges herself up higher and it makes eating very unpleasant. After a few bites of food, I feel sickly full for hours and hours. She's also started to do what I'm calling the bladder-dance, where for a few seconds she'll tap dance directly on my bladder and I literally fear I might pee my pants. Then it passes just as quickly. She's become noticeably bigger this week. Yesterday I'm pretty sure that I felt my first jab to the ribs. I'm not sure, but given that my ribs start about 3 inches above my belly button, it seems distinctly possible. Something else seems to have happened yesterday and I went from having a little pregnant bump to feeling unwieldy and bulbous. I can't believe that she's still got so much more growing to do; I already feel like I'm spending all day with a cat sitting on my chest - where else does she have left to go? I'll confess to feeling slightly panicked about that sometimes. My skin is stretched so tight you could play me like a bongo and a few days ago, my belly button made its first move indicating that any day now, I could wake up to an outy.
Anywhoo, I'll get my act together and post some photos either tonight or tomorrow.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
I'll be back next week with hilarious photos of Jeff and I dressing Maurice in a onesie last night.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Today marks the start of week 23 for me. I had my monthly check-up yesterday and everything went well. Aside from getting to hear the heartbeat, the only other interesting factoid learned during this appointment was that she was able to measure the top of my uterus as being about 2.5 inches above my belly button. I didn’t realize it was that high, but last night I was reclining on the couch with my shirt lifted up to stare at my belly and I watched a giant lump slowly move from just below my belly button to curve up and around to the left side, stopping about an inch above and to the left of my belly button. I could feel how hard the lump was from the outside and the right side of my stomach had gone squishy, like she’d just decided she wanted to hang out higher up and on one side all of a sudden. WEIRD.
We bought our crib this week. As Culver decisions go, it was surprisingly easy. We just zipped over to Ikea, found the crib that Jeff had researched online, and bought it. It’s sitting in the box in our (dry!) basement awaiting the day we disassemble the guest room. It’s simple, cream, and slightly girly. This marks our first and only major baby purchase thus far. Oh and we also bought a giant hippo stuffed animal that we named Bertha. Maurice does not like Bertha. Strangely, Jeff really seems to have taken a liking to her.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Jeff: Just a second (he turns and bends down as if to get something and comes up with the camera in hand)
Me: (totally panicking at the thought of photographic evidence, running back to the bathroom)
A minute passes as I finish rubbing in the lotion from the bathroom next door.
Me: (shouting to Jeff in the next room) Look what just came out of my belly button!
Jeff: Never say that again.
Me: Does that mean you don't want to see it?