Wednesday, December 24, 2008

An Emotional Christmas?

Yep, I'm pretty sure I'll be in tears most of the holiday season. For some reason I cry at the littlest things these days. Example - last night Ben wouldn't move his gun cases; I didn't like their location (right in the middle of the room) so I asked him to move them. Well, he decided to lay down on the bed...gun cases still laying around. I said a couple of things and then burst into tears - for at least 2 minutes. I feel so silly that I cannot keep myself from crying...all of the time. Once a week would be bearable, but I might burst into tears on my 15 minute drive to work listening to Beyonce. I'm sure I will look back on this and find it amusing, but right now it is driving me insane.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Picture Update






I've been terrible with taking pictures of my ever-growing belly. My camera battery died, and I just didn't recharge it. Lazy.


So here, are some more recent pics of the growing tummy. I think this one is at 18 weeks. I'm still in regular pants at this point, but I'm pretty sure they are unbuttoned.

This is me sporting dress pants, definitely unbuttoned at this point and a nice Hanes t-shirt. I am thinking this was week 19 and the next day I couldn't fit in any of my dress pants. Oh, yeah, and this is pre-haircut. It had just gotten to be too long.
And here I am at 21 weeks. These are my 'fat' jeans and they are unbuttoned. I haven't purchased maternity jeans...yet. And I cut about 3.5 inches of hair off. Honestly, it took about 10 minutes off the drying time. Smart move, indeed. Plus, my mom hates it when my hair is long, and I just don't want to hear about how bad it looks when we see her.

You can also observe all of the beige in the apartment. I promise our real furniture is not this ugly. This was the basement furniture in our last house. I swear I have better taste than to put a tan slipcover on an oversized sofa.






Thursday, December 11, 2008

Boy or Girl?

We had our 20 week sonogram on Tuesday. I was shocked at how much time it took. I didn't realize how many measurements they needed. After 15 minutes of measuring, we were finally asked if we wanted to know what we were going to be having. Well, we knew it was a baby - but more importantly, is he a he or is she a she?

From the moment I knew I was pregnant (which was at least two weeks before my pregnancy test confirmed it), I was convinced it was a boy. But then everyone kept telling me it had to be a girl. So about a month ago I tried to convince myself we were having a little girl. Well, I guess your first instincts are always right. It's a BOY! I grew up with two younger sisters. I know little girls. Having a daughter seems like it would be so familiar. Somehow, I knew I was meant to be blessed with the challenges and rewards that raising a young man would give me. I really couldn't be happier. Not to say that in two or three years I wouldn't love to have a little girl, but for right now, I can't wait until the day that Ben and I get to meet our son.

Friday, December 5, 2008

Ugly Christmas Sweater?

I was just thinking about the premise of an ugly Christmas sweater party. How on earth do they maintain a market for those things if there are thousands of parties each year declaring the piece of clothing ‘ugly’? And why do so many of our mom’s still have them in their closets?

Next Tuesday we find out if we are having a boy or girl. At first I was positive it was a boy…now I’m thinking girl. It’s got to be one or the other, and either way I’ll be thrilled.

I also ran into a bit of a pant issue yesterday. Wednesday morning my pants were snug but still wearable. Thursday morning…not happening at all. I had to wear one of the two pairs of jeans that still fit me to work. At lunch I ordered three pairs of maternity pants and will probably go this weekend to buy another pair to get me in to next week. Tonight is Ben’s office holiday party and I have to wear a dress. As of last week, I thought I could still fit into my black tuxedo pants – I really don’t see that happening. Don’t get me wrong, the dress is adorable, but I just worry it’s a little over the top (and now I am singing Kenny Loggin’s ‘Meet Me Halfway’ in my head).

I’ll try to get a new picture up next week. Every time I document how I look (after a long day at work, nonetheless) I am reminded of how horrible our tiny apartment is. It’s a shame my pregnancy coincides with our time living there. I would just love to forget this living situation altogether.

Also, I got the hair cut yesterday. Nothing drastic. I so badly want to color it darker again, but I guess that will have to wait until after the baby arrives. So that will also be evidenced, hopefully, in a picture next week.

Monday, November 10, 2008

16-Week Update

So, today I had my 16-week appointment. It was super fast (except for the waiting on the doctor part). They checked my blood pressure, heart rate and weight. I still have not gained a single pound. I am nearly a good two sizes larger in my pants, but this is not at all reflected on the scale. Today my blood pressure was a lot better. I always get so nervous when I have to go to the Dr.’s office and it spikes a good 5% higher than it normally is; it was very average today. All of my labs are normal and the baby’s heart rate was around 152. So it looks like things are progressing as they should. My doctor said if I get to week 24 without gaining weight, he’ll be concerned. I am pretty sure I can’t go another two months of eating for two and weighing in at my pre-pregnancy weight.



Here’s a picture of me last Friday (close to the 16-week mark). I figured it would be good because I am wearing something somewhat close to the body. Last week at work while wearing this I was told that I looked pregnant. Good thing I am…right?





Two weeks ago Ben and I celebrated our 3rd anniversary. We were supposed to go to Chicago this past weekend for a celebratory trip. It was cancelled because Ben had an important work meeting that he had to reschedule. He did get me a really nice flower arrangement sent to the office. I really think there are few things as great as having flowers sent to you at work.


I was pretty upset that the trip was cancelled, but I see this as a great opportunity to get a January/February beach trip out of him. He kind of owes me. I didn’t get a good beach trip last year, he cancelled the anniversary trip, and I am having our baby. I think I deserve it, and really we are probably going to need a good trip before the baby arrives or I can’t travel anymore.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Why I Hate Apartment Life: Reason #41

I already have trouble sleeping; I'm sure it has something to do with the ever-changing mid-section. Last night, I didn't go to sleep until after 9 p.m. (this is a good hour later than I have been going to bed). Well, sometime near 1 a.m. (it could have been later), I hear the neighbor above us moaning and groaning like it is the last time she will ever have sex. It starts with some moaning, then the headboard is slamming against the wall, then more moaning, more slamming, more moaning...well, you get the picture. Honestly, it went on for at least an hour.

While laying there in bed, I found myself wondering, what man could keep this up for an hour? I told Ben about it this morning; he said he's heard it before too, but earlier in the evening and just the headboard thing. I told him I had 4 theories of how something like this could have happened: 1) the man was a stallion, 2) Viagra (pure speculation on my part, I've never even seen the stuff...I don't know how long it makes one last), 3) Toys, 4) W.D. I give the first theory about a 5% chance of being the 'culprit'. Seriously, how many stallions can there be out there? The Viagra, I'm thinking is maybe in the 15% range. After Ben told me this woman was about 40, I thought that might be more of an option (I was also very repulsed). Factoring in the age thing again, the chance that accessories were involved is at least 50%. Then there's the ever popular W.D.; at this time in the morning (on a Tuesday night) there had to be some alcohol involved. I'm saying at least a 30% chance.

Then after I thought about all of those things, I thought it was strange that I had spent so much time thinking about them and analyzing them. I'm weird. Also, I blame the pregnancy. Otherwise, I would have just slept through the whole thing, and my peri-menopausal neighbors sex life would have never entered my thoughts.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Week 14

So today marks the beginning of the 14th week along with the start of the second trimester. I was hoping today, I would wake up and find the sickness just gone. That was not the case. My legs felt like Jell-O, there was a headache and the morning sickness was still there. I know this will get better, and I feel bad complaining. But I must vent.

I feel so lucky that Ben and I had only one bump in the road to getting pregnant. This is one of those things that most couples don't feel comfortable discussing, but I actually feel better talking about it. And I hope it helps couples out there realize a lot of people have problems. Ben and I ended up getting pregnant (totally unplanned) back in May. It came as a total shock. We were in the process of trying to sell a house and relocate back to Arkansas. I figured it out around the 5th week. I called Ben (who was out of town), and after the initial shock - he was pretty pumped too. They did a sonogram in my 7th week, and I had lost the baby. I was heartbroken. Some friends back in Arkansas had their baby boy a week later, and I found myself bitter about it. Ben's sister's best friend told us she was expecting about a month later, and I couldn't be happy for her and her husband. Even though we hadn't been trying, I wanted the baby more than anything. So when the doctor told me we could try as soon as things were back to normal, that's what we did. And fortunately, the first month, things worked out. Now I feel terrible about the way I felt (and acted) for those couple of months. And now when I complain, I feel a little guilty. I could be struggling with something much worse than an achy back.

But I am keeping my fingers crossed that one day I'll just feel great and have endless amounts of energy.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

13 Weeks



I am now in my 13th week. This week the baby is the size of a peach. (As a side, a peach sounds fantastic right now). I am starting to feel a little bit better, which leads me even more to believing I will be having a boy. Ben is in Scottsdale through tomorrow on a work trip. I really hate it when he's out of town. The primary thing I hate is taking Greyson out first thing in the morning and picking up her poo. And then there's the having to do everything by myself. Of course, I do get some more room in the bed so I can't complain too much.

I don't feel exceptionally thin these days. It's a matter of time before my 'fat' pants are too small. In a way, I am ready to make the leap to maternity wear so I don't have to deal with buttons and tucking in shirts. I've also considered dresses which limit the binding in the mid-section.

In no way do I think I look only 13 weeks pregnant, but here I am... (Yeah, I ate half a can of Pringles salt and vinegar chips. You can see them in the bottom left of the picture).












And then there's sweet baby G. She's always so tired after a full day of daycare. If only I could send her every single day.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Just call me a baker...

cause there's a bun in the oven. It's official; I am knocked up (I just love that phrase; it sounds so tawdry). I am currently in my 12th week, and my due date is April 27, 2009. This week the little nugget is the size of a large plum. Right now, I really just look like I have a bad beer gut. No one ever mentions how absolutely horrid you are going to feel the entire first trimester. I am convinced very few would risk feeling like this for several months for a baby. It has been horrible. But Ben has been so nice - he does the grocery shopping, cleaning, cooking, and pretty much anything else I ask of him. I am looking forward to making it to week 14, when there's a chance this feeling might ease off a bit.

Also, we are totally preparing ourselves for how Greyson may act when I have a huge belly or when the baby finally arrives. She is practically attached to me when we are at home. It will be hard to not make her my third priority. We may have to do some obedience classes again.

Me @ 12 weeks with my beer gut and crazy dog...

Friday, October 3, 2008

We're Here

Yep. Ben and I now have a blog. We lead a pretty boring life, so I can't make any promises about how interesting I can keep this thing. But we have so many out-of-town friends, I figured this would be the best way to keep you all up to date on our ever-changing life.