Monday, December 19, 2011
HALF WAY THERE
Today, December 19, 2011 is a very special day! I am 20 weeks pregnant, which means that I'm about half way there!!! Just thought I'd celebrate with the good news!
Illnesses
Getting sick sucks. Getting sick while pregnant sucks even more, plus you get sick a lot more. I had a small cold in my first trimester, nothing too bad. As the last of the morning sickness went away, I got to reunite with my dear friend, the stomach bug. I was feeling nauseous as I dropped David off at work at 6:30am. Just as he got out of the car and went into the building, I had to throw the car in park and throw my door open and puke up the previous nights french fries. I'm still reluctant to eat oven cooked fries at home. I was miserable.
A few weeks ago I got a cold. I was plugged up and then I developed a cough. Now you can think me a bad mom for this, but the menthol cough drops I was told I can take were only helping so-so. I had reached the point where I was coughing so hard, I was puking. The Robitussin dm came up almost instantly, and the Sudaphed only helps with sinuses. So I grabbed a spoon like I would for cereal, and the Irish whiskey out of the cupboard and the honey, a spoonful of honey and whiskey and I was sleeping like a baby with little to no cough. I talked to my midwife about this, and she said it was fine since it's not like I'm doing jello-shots or shots of Everclear. A spoonful was it. She then informed me if I wanted to have a little drink of wine every now and then I could do that too, as long as I'm not getting wasted and doing it every night. That is my cold/cough remedy. Its great for when you're not pregnant too.
This last week we had a company potluck for our Christmas party. I don't think we're ever going to be having a potluck ever again. Everything was fine the rest of the day. The turkey, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole and all the cookies I ate were great. And then around 3am the next day I woke up having to take a horrid dump. TMI ALERT: It felt like it had a consistency of diarrhea but just a tinge more solid. I knew then that I probably wasn't going to make it to work. Sure enough when my alarm went off at 7 I had to go again. No, I was not going to work, plus I was tired from waking up in the middle of the night twice (once to shit and once again to piss). The Friday after the potluck, my training class greeted me with a "Oh we were worried about you! Did you get what everyone else had?" I looked at them with a puzzled expression and they proceeded to tell me that almost everyone at my company had woken up at 3am after the potluck to either shit, puke or both. So glad it was only crap for me. They also scared me with stories of people going to the hospital from dehydration and things of that nature. My first break came along and I was on the phone with my midwife. Luckily, food poisoning does not harm the baby, however, they do worry about cramping and dehydration when such events occur. Thankfully, I didn't get it that bad. I'm never eating turkey/at a potluck again.
[stay tuned for more illness posts as I'm sure there will be plenty more]
A few weeks ago I got a cold. I was plugged up and then I developed a cough. Now you can think me a bad mom for this, but the menthol cough drops I was told I can take were only helping so-so. I had reached the point where I was coughing so hard, I was puking. The Robitussin dm came up almost instantly, and the Sudaphed only helps with sinuses. So I grabbed a spoon like I would for cereal, and the Irish whiskey out of the cupboard and the honey, a spoonful of honey and whiskey and I was sleeping like a baby with little to no cough. I talked to my midwife about this, and she said it was fine since it's not like I'm doing jello-shots or shots of Everclear. A spoonful was it. She then informed me if I wanted to have a little drink of wine every now and then I could do that too, as long as I'm not getting wasted and doing it every night. That is my cold/cough remedy. Its great for when you're not pregnant too.
This last week we had a company potluck for our Christmas party. I don't think we're ever going to be having a potluck ever again. Everything was fine the rest of the day. The turkey, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole and all the cookies I ate were great. And then around 3am the next day I woke up having to take a horrid dump. TMI ALERT: It felt like it had a consistency of diarrhea but just a tinge more solid. I knew then that I probably wasn't going to make it to work. Sure enough when my alarm went off at 7 I had to go again. No, I was not going to work, plus I was tired from waking up in the middle of the night twice (once to shit and once again to piss). The Friday after the potluck, my training class greeted me with a "Oh we were worried about you! Did you get what everyone else had?" I looked at them with a puzzled expression and they proceeded to tell me that almost everyone at my company had woken up at 3am after the potluck to either shit, puke or both. So glad it was only crap for me. They also scared me with stories of people going to the hospital from dehydration and things of that nature. My first break came along and I was on the phone with my midwife. Luckily, food poisoning does not harm the baby, however, they do worry about cramping and dehydration when such events occur. Thankfully, I didn't get it that bad. I'm never eating turkey/at a potluck again.
[stay tuned for more illness posts as I'm sure there will be plenty more]
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Dreams
Sometimes pregnancy brings on some crazy effed up dreams. I will never forget my first one. I had been dreaming about chaperoning my sisters camping trip that I did with her back in May only it was an all girls trip and it was to learn about puberty (since my sister is about that age it makes sense). And then I dreamed that I was on my period which completely freaked me out since I knew I was pregnant in my dream. And oh dear Lord was I panicking, trying to get a hold of my midwife. And then my dream turned into an erotic three-some with a man and another woman. So I was bisexual in my dream. Best part is that it took place in a beautiful cave with a lake, and there was snow outside it. It was wonderful.
And then I started watching the Vampire Diaries on Netflix and I could not stop dreaming about the sexy vampire that is Damon, the bad boy brother. They would be naughty dreams too, but I always woke up before we could get too far or my dream would start as we were ending adult play time.
Occasionally I have a sexy dream where my husband is involved, those ones definitely leave me horny when I wake up.
My most recent dream is a bit more disturbing, very much the opposite of erotic and sexy. After weeks of watching Glee on Netflix, high school must have decided to catch up to me. I had moved away from my charming high school, Flathead High and had transferred back after a year. Everyone was so excited to see me back, but I was overwhelmed at the changes that had gone down; nothing was the same. Then I had a school bully on the first day. This girl in real life is in trouble for vehicular homicide [she attempted suicide by crashing her car into another car, instead of killing herself, she killed an expecting mother and her young son]. I was not happy to see this bitch in my dream. She kept trying to convince me that nobody wanted me back, that they were happier without me and saying things like "you don't deserve to be popular." God was it annoying. Hopefully this psycho does not appear in my dreams EVER again.
And then I started watching the Vampire Diaries on Netflix and I could not stop dreaming about the sexy vampire that is Damon, the bad boy brother. They would be naughty dreams too, but I always woke up before we could get too far or my dream would start as we were ending adult play time.
Occasionally I have a sexy dream where my husband is involved, those ones definitely leave me horny when I wake up.
My most recent dream is a bit more disturbing, very much the opposite of erotic and sexy. After weeks of watching Glee on Netflix, high school must have decided to catch up to me. I had moved away from my charming high school, Flathead High and had transferred back after a year. Everyone was so excited to see me back, but I was overwhelmed at the changes that had gone down; nothing was the same. Then I had a school bully on the first day. This girl in real life is in trouble for vehicular homicide [she attempted suicide by crashing her car into another car, instead of killing herself, she killed an expecting mother and her young son]. I was not happy to see this bitch in my dream. She kept trying to convince me that nobody wanted me back, that they were happier without me and saying things like "you don't deserve to be popular." God was it annoying. Hopefully this psycho does not appear in my dreams EVER again.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Baby Making Time
So if I have not mentioned it yet, we conceived on our honeymoon. It was 3 nights at the West Glacier KOA campground just outside of Glacier National Park in Montana. David and I both lived about 32 miles away from the park growing up but we never had the chance to spend a lot of time there. During the day time, we hiked the around the park, checking out The Trail of the Cedars, Avalanche Lake, Hidden Lake, and St. Mary Falls. We saw various wildlife: Mountain Goats, Big Horn Sheep, a persistent ground squirrel... sadly no bears.
At night we cooked dinners and toasted marshmallows... and had lots of sex. Three weeks later I was feeling my first pregnancy symptoms. Talk about quick, right?
Now to be completely honest, David and I stopped using birth control a long time ago, I was reacting horribly to it (bipolar, morning sickness, messing up my periods, and cysts on my legs) and neither of us can get off with a condom. So we were using the good ol' pull out method. We stopped using that method about a month before our wedding. David had decided that if we got pregnant then it was meant to be. I was really wanting a baby and hoping to be pregnant and from the stories I heard, I thought it would take FOREVER simply because I wanted a baby.
Obviously that did not happen.
At night we cooked dinners and toasted marshmallows... and had lots of sex. Three weeks later I was feeling my first pregnancy symptoms. Talk about quick, right?
Now to be completely honest, David and I stopped using birth control a long time ago, I was reacting horribly to it (bipolar, morning sickness, messing up my periods, and cysts on my legs) and neither of us can get off with a condom. So we were using the good ol' pull out method. We stopped using that method about a month before our wedding. David had decided that if we got pregnant then it was meant to be. I was really wanting a baby and hoping to be pregnant and from the stories I heard, I thought it would take FOREVER simply because I wanted a baby.
Obviously that did not happen.
This is the Red Bus Tour bus. It's expensive and we did not take it. I just think that the buses are amazing looking. This was taken outside Lake McDonald Lodge, where we ate our expensive lunch that day.
this is Avalanche Creek/Avalanche Gorge in Glacier National Park.
This is Avalanche Lake, its a 2 mile hike and it rained on our way back. don't go swimming in it, its cold.
[more pictures coming soon, sorry my computer is taking too long to load them]
Ultra Sound Photos
It's a boy!
This was the last print they gave in early October
And this is the very first picture of my baby
How I Met My Husband
It was my senior year of high school. I was going to really focus on grades that year since I was still heart broken over my childhood friend. We had dated for 11 months, with the last 2 of those months being in total silence... literally. We lived 9 hours apart. When that ended at the end of my junior year I had a pretty rough summer. My mindset was set to grades, and my new found talent: art.
It was 3rd period Drawing 1 with Mrs. Guthrie. I was sitting with my friends Kayla G., Kayla U., and Ashley T. Ashley had pointed to a guy at the table next to us. "That's Dan's (her ex-boyfriend) brother, Dave," He looked kind of cute, but a bit like a punk. I didn't get to know him very well through art class. However, I did enjoy Swing Dance Club. While attending one day, Dave (that cute guy in my art class) was there. And much to my surprise, he actually took the time to be my partner for a little bit. Having someone other than the same sex (yes, our club was pretty much all women) it was nice to do the moves the way they were meant to be done.
After that we talked in the halls for the most part, still not saying much in art class. I did notice that after Christmas break he wasn't there anymore. Yet, I still saw him in the halls from time to time. I did learn from him that he was actually a "super senior" that year (meaning he dropped out the previous year and was trying again while he still could). Unfortunately, he dropped out again and just returned from time to time to see his friends.
Eventually we became friends on the oh so popular social networking site "Facebook." From there it was mostly just a lot of talking when he could get to the library for Internet access. Finally we both got cell phones and were able to text and call.
After I graduated I still was having a rough summer in the guy department. David was there for me and comforted me through the whole thing. Even when one of those guys was his friend. David seemed to understand what I was going through and he turned from "cute guy that was in my art class" to a really sweet guy that I was becoming interested in.
On August 27, 2009, David made it official, and asked me out. :)
By October that year, he and his mom accepted me into their home.
Last October, David proposed.
August 7of this year, we were married <3
It was 3rd period Drawing 1 with Mrs. Guthrie. I was sitting with my friends Kayla G., Kayla U., and Ashley T. Ashley had pointed to a guy at the table next to us. "That's Dan's (her ex-boyfriend) brother, Dave," He looked kind of cute, but a bit like a punk. I didn't get to know him very well through art class. However, I did enjoy Swing Dance Club. While attending one day, Dave (that cute guy in my art class) was there. And much to my surprise, he actually took the time to be my partner for a little bit. Having someone other than the same sex (yes, our club was pretty much all women) it was nice to do the moves the way they were meant to be done.
After that we talked in the halls for the most part, still not saying much in art class. I did notice that after Christmas break he wasn't there anymore. Yet, I still saw him in the halls from time to time. I did learn from him that he was actually a "super senior" that year (meaning he dropped out the previous year and was trying again while he still could). Unfortunately, he dropped out again and just returned from time to time to see his friends.
Eventually we became friends on the oh so popular social networking site "Facebook." From there it was mostly just a lot of talking when he could get to the library for Internet access. Finally we both got cell phones and were able to text and call.
After I graduated I still was having a rough summer in the guy department. David was there for me and comforted me through the whole thing. Even when one of those guys was his friend. David seemed to understand what I was going through and he turned from "cute guy that was in my art class" to a really sweet guy that I was becoming interested in.
On August 27, 2009, David made it official, and asked me out. :)
By October that year, he and his mom accepted me into their home.
Last October, David proposed.
August 7of this year, we were married <3
David and I on our wedding day
August 7, 2011
Morning Sickness
While reading up on the What To Expect book at the beginning of my pregnancy, I read that morning sickness usually appears around week 6. And yes, dear readers, that is when I started getting it.
My first case was just all day nausea. Lord, it would not go away. I tried saltine crackers all day and of course water but that was about all that sort of sounded good. My baby's godmother told me to make soup and luckily I had some chicken broth in the cupboard. I cut up some carrots so I would have some nutrition in it. nope, the broth was amazing and i didn't let the carrots get soft enough. I also had a splitting headache, so baby's godmother brought me some much needed Tylenol. That day was a Sunday as well.
The next morning... Me and the toilet reunited since the flu episode of January 2011. And I was one miserable pregnant lady. I'd puke and try to go to work only to go home early most of the time because A) I became nauseous again or B) I threw up.
I work in a call center and sometimes you cannot get your customers off the phone fast enough to get to the bathroom.So it gets all over my chair, all over my desk, all over my hand, shoes, pants, desk and headset. That's when its time to go home, especially 'cause your area now smells like vomit.
All the puking, however, was really starting to hurt my reliability at work. There was only so much my supervisor could do for me. So I took my ADA form (American Disability Act) up to Glacier Maternity requesting extra potty breaks (for tinkle time and puking time) and for excused absences. Unfortunately, my job no longer pays for ADA absences; too many people abused the power, most because they smoke like a frickin' chimney. (please note: I am not denying that I haven't taken advantage of this, when I'm really tired or too stressed I fake morning sickness). And oh, God, whoever created the term "morning sickness" needs to be punished severely. If that person is dead, we need to bring him/her back to life and torture them and then make them re-dead. It will last all day if it wants to. On the bright side, the closer I got to my second trimester, the less I puked and the more tired I got.
Things that helped morning sickness less sucky: to start off, it was suckers. I discovered this one day at work. Some gave me a dum-dum sucker and I was nauseous. I popped that thing in... relief. So I bought tootsie-pops. Those lasted for a while, until I got a green apple flavored one, by the way, that one sucks to puke up. Lemon-Ginger tea helped later on as well.
Things that made it worse: eventually, the tootsie-pops had to go after puking up green apple. As did chicken broth and saltine crackers and the lemon-ginger tea was too harsh on my sensitive tongue (and no, that's not a pregnancy thing, I have a sensitive tongue). For the most part, I just had to take it easy and avoid stress and the morning sickness wasn't so bad.
My first case was just all day nausea. Lord, it would not go away. I tried saltine crackers all day and of course water but that was about all that sort of sounded good. My baby's godmother told me to make soup and luckily I had some chicken broth in the cupboard. I cut up some carrots so I would have some nutrition in it. nope, the broth was amazing and i didn't let the carrots get soft enough. I also had a splitting headache, so baby's godmother brought me some much needed Tylenol. That day was a Sunday as well.
The next morning... Me and the toilet reunited since the flu episode of January 2011. And I was one miserable pregnant lady. I'd puke and try to go to work only to go home early most of the time because A) I became nauseous again or B) I threw up.
I work in a call center and sometimes you cannot get your customers off the phone fast enough to get to the bathroom.So it gets all over my chair, all over my desk, all over my hand, shoes, pants, desk and headset. That's when its time to go home, especially 'cause your area now smells like vomit.
All the puking, however, was really starting to hurt my reliability at work. There was only so much my supervisor could do for me. So I took my ADA form (American Disability Act) up to Glacier Maternity requesting extra potty breaks (for tinkle time and puking time) and for excused absences. Unfortunately, my job no longer pays for ADA absences; too many people abused the power, most because they smoke like a frickin' chimney. (please note: I am not denying that I haven't taken advantage of this, when I'm really tired or too stressed I fake morning sickness). And oh, God, whoever created the term "morning sickness" needs to be punished severely. If that person is dead, we need to bring him/her back to life and torture them and then make them re-dead. It will last all day if it wants to. On the bright side, the closer I got to my second trimester, the less I puked and the more tired I got.
Things that helped morning sickness less sucky: to start off, it was suckers. I discovered this one day at work. Some gave me a dum-dum sucker and I was nauseous. I popped that thing in... relief. So I bought tootsie-pops. Those lasted for a while, until I got a green apple flavored one, by the way, that one sucks to puke up. Lemon-Ginger tea helped later on as well.
Things that made it worse: eventually, the tootsie-pops had to go after puking up green apple. As did chicken broth and saltine crackers and the lemon-ginger tea was too harsh on my sensitive tongue (and no, that's not a pregnancy thing, I have a sensitive tongue). For the most part, I just had to take it easy and avoid stress and the morning sickness wasn't so bad.
Monday, December 12, 2011
The Basics
First thing you should know about me is that I'm a first time mom. My husband and I got married on August 7 2011 and found out we were expecting by the end of the month. Our Estimated Due Date is May 8 2012. I am going through Glacier Maternity. I have two very wonderful midwives that our very patient with me as I go through this pregnancy completely blind. My bible is What To Expect When You're Expecting. This is my first pregnancy.
I found out I was pregnant on a Sunday night or technically it was an early Monday morning. I had been feeling different shortly after returning from my honeymoon. I was meeting up with some friends and my husband, David was getting really worried about how I had been acting. Both his mom and his grandmother believed me to be pregnant. So while at our local 24/7 diner called Finnegan's, I took the winning pregnancy test. It was nice being surrounded by a few very close friends when I read the positive result.
My cravings have varied from anything I can eat with ranch, to Coca-Cola (this one was David's favorite since I prefer Pepsi), milk and Taco Bell.
I found out I was pregnant on a Sunday night or technically it was an early Monday morning. I had been feeling different shortly after returning from my honeymoon. I was meeting up with some friends and my husband, David was getting really worried about how I had been acting. Both his mom and his grandmother believed me to be pregnant. So while at our local 24/7 diner called Finnegan's, I took the winning pregnancy test. It was nice being surrounded by a few very close friends when I read the positive result.
My cravings have varied from anything I can eat with ranch, to Coca-Cola (this one was David's favorite since I prefer Pepsi), milk and Taco Bell.
I absolutely hate wearing pants unless they are sweat pants or leggings for dresses. I am now 4 months along, exactly 19 weeks. I have a 6 month old puppy and a 2 year old cat.
The first positive test
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)