20 Weeks! That means I am half way there which is kind of freaky seeing as how we really have not done anything to prepare yet. I did finally decide which color I am going to pain my new bedroom but that doesn't mean I have bought paint or even begun the process of switching rooms. It's just too hot and humid to considering doing that kind of heavy labor.
Week: 20
Fetus: about 6.5 in., 10.5 oz.
Veggie Equivalent according to BabyCenter: Strangely, none
Waist: 38 inches
Weight: no idea
This past Thursday I had my annual work summer outing. In the past we have done the corporate picnic thing, the baseball game thing and the scavenger hunt thing. All activities that involved actually watching or doing something. This year, we went on a booze cruise. Oh yippee, three hours on a boat with 150 really drunk people with nothing else to do. No entertainment. No informational tour boat stuff. No planned activities other than eating and getting shitfaced. It was the best. In addition, my company has grown quite large since I started there and I now rarely see people I used to interact with on a daily basis. As a result, I must have had the following conversation about 15 to 20 times.
"Why yes, I am pregnant... I know. In case I just got fat... yes on purpose... Four months about... No, we don't know yet... Yes, we will find out if we can... Beginning of August... Due in December... No, I am not sure if I am planning on breastfeeding yet"
Seriously. I didn't get every single one of those questions each of the twenty times I had that talk but all of those topics were addressed. We have some crazy, classy people in my office. Though to be fair to the breastfeeding asking lady, she had her first about 4-5 months ago and had had problems so she was just trying to be helpful but it was still weird.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Too Fat to Stand?
It finally happened. I got offered my first pregnant lady seats on the train this week. This is somewhat comforting because it means I look pregnant enough so that people are not afraid that maybe I am just fat. So that's nice, I don't just look like a big fatso.
On Tuesday morning I took the seat no second thoughts about it. I hate standing in the morning and am barely awake enough to hold myself up due to having restricted my coffee intake. Today however, was different for a few reasons. One after softball on Tuesday night I felt bad taking the seat but more about that later. Second, I was actually only the second most pregnant looking person on my car this morning so I think the lady who offered to get up kind of just felt guilty about it considering her neighbor has popped up and vacated the instant the passed through the doors. She kept asking me and I finally told her that maybe in two months to ask me again. I will mostly likely be entertaining all opportunities not to be standing at that point.
So the softball part. I am playing on Tuesday nights with a group of people from my office. This is actually a very fun team to play on despite our lack of winning and I quite enjoy it. Plus the chance to taunt my boss when he strikes out is ridiculously fun. This is also the first team I have played on that lets me play first base, the position I like best. Usually I get dumped at catcher or right field so boys can play the other important spots. Second base, also a tradition girl position at coed softball was tried on me only once. kT learned about my awesome flinching skills pretty quickly so I have next been asked to try it again. Thank god.
The league was supposed to start on May 22nd but due to the rain out of the previous "season's" championship game, we started a week late on the 29th. Now, due to two other rainy Tuesdays we are another couple of weeks behind. Now if everything had gone according to plan, we should have played 7 games, not 4. With the original schedule I would most likely have been able to play out the season without too much trouble size and health wise. Now, not so much. I spent a good portion of the last game convincing the umpire that I was perfectly capable and safe playing first base. I am seriously not dumb enough to just let the ball hit me in the abdomen if I don't catch it and if it's a bad throw, I am not going to fling my body in the way to block it. That's not my natural instinct. See above mentioned flinching problem. I am also aware enough to get the hell out of a runner's path if he or she is for some reason not running to the safety side of the bag and instead aiming for the field side. I get out of the way, the runner is still out for running to the wrong side of the bag. Why would I just stand there? It just makes no sense, even for a perfectly non-knocked up individual. Although I may not present as the kind of person to be a font of common sense, I am shockingly not a moron when it comes to my personal well-being. The umpire was clearly uncomfortable with my decision and he spent the whole game telling our poor catcher that. Although he let me stay in the game, he did basically require that I get a courtesy runner when I got on base. Which I did. Twice.
So the moral of the story here is that if I can demand to be considered fit enough to play first base for over an hour, I sure as hell can stand for four stops on my way to work in the morning.
Not sure how long this feeling will last though.
Oh, I also think I am feeling some moving. Instead of it feeling like I am being eaten alive by fishes from the inside, it feels like a ton of bubbles popping inside my tum. Like blowing bubbles in your milk. How very odd.
On Tuesday morning I took the seat no second thoughts about it. I hate standing in the morning and am barely awake enough to hold myself up due to having restricted my coffee intake. Today however, was different for a few reasons. One after softball on Tuesday night I felt bad taking the seat but more about that later. Second, I was actually only the second most pregnant looking person on my car this morning so I think the lady who offered to get up kind of just felt guilty about it considering her neighbor has popped up and vacated the instant the passed through the doors. She kept asking me and I finally told her that maybe in two months to ask me again. I will mostly likely be entertaining all opportunities not to be standing at that point.
So the softball part. I am playing on Tuesday nights with a group of people from my office. This is actually a very fun team to play on despite our lack of winning and I quite enjoy it. Plus the chance to taunt my boss when he strikes out is ridiculously fun. This is also the first team I have played on that lets me play first base, the position I like best. Usually I get dumped at catcher or right field so boys can play the other important spots. Second base, also a tradition girl position at coed softball was tried on me only once. kT learned about my awesome flinching skills pretty quickly so I have next been asked to try it again. Thank god.
The league was supposed to start on May 22nd but due to the rain out of the previous "season's" championship game, we started a week late on the 29th. Now, due to two other rainy Tuesdays we are another couple of weeks behind. Now if everything had gone according to plan, we should have played 7 games, not 4. With the original schedule I would most likely have been able to play out the season without too much trouble size and health wise. Now, not so much. I spent a good portion of the last game convincing the umpire that I was perfectly capable and safe playing first base. I am seriously not dumb enough to just let the ball hit me in the abdomen if I don't catch it and if it's a bad throw, I am not going to fling my body in the way to block it. That's not my natural instinct. See above mentioned flinching problem. I am also aware enough to get the hell out of a runner's path if he or she is for some reason not running to the safety side of the bag and instead aiming for the field side. I get out of the way, the runner is still out for running to the wrong side of the bag. Why would I just stand there? It just makes no sense, even for a perfectly non-knocked up individual. Although I may not present as the kind of person to be a font of common sense, I am shockingly not a moron when it comes to my personal well-being. The umpire was clearly uncomfortable with my decision and he spent the whole game telling our poor catcher that. Although he let me stay in the game, he did basically require that I get a courtesy runner when I got on base. Which I did. Twice.
So the moral of the story here is that if I can demand to be considered fit enough to play first base for over an hour, I sure as hell can stand for four stops on my way to work in the morning.
Not sure how long this feeling will last though.
Oh, I also think I am feeling some moving. Instead of it feeling like I am being eaten alive by fishes from the inside, it feels like a ton of bubbles popping inside my tum. Like blowing bubbles in your milk. How very odd.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Can You Feel It?
Week: 18
Fetus: about 5.5 in., 7 oz.
Veggie Equivalent according to BabyCenter: Sweet Potato
Waist: Not even gonna try. I just at two stuffed baked potatoes and a bunch of fruit & broccoli
Weight: See Above
Last Monday at my appointment the doctor asked if I could feel the baby moving yet. My honest answer? I have no idea. Between the constant needing to pee, ever present hunger and fantastically unpredictable bowels, I am feeling a great many things in the abdominal area. I cannot keep up with them all. Generally theses days if my stomach feels weird I just grab a snack and head to the bathroom. After reading some stuff on the Internet (so it must be true) the initial quickening movements are comparable to the feeling of being nibbled by fishes. From the inside. Yeah, I am so not down with that. I have no idea if I have been nibbled by fishes from the inside yet so I am sticking with maybe I feel the baby moving. Or it could be I need to poop.
My stomach pangs/growling/twinges are not the only confusion I am having with my body. Thanks to the wonders of hormones I have no idea how I am going to feel at any given moment until I have actually had the reaction to whatever was going on. I have no idea if I am horny or hungry. If i see acute guy on the street, I am like, "damn I need a sandwich". And if I see a sandwich it's, "Damn I need some pie... and maybe a sandwich". OK, I am just constantly hungry. I am going to have eaten all of Chicago by December. Two good reasons I did not go to the Taste of Chicago:1 massive salmonella outbreak 2. I would have put the smaller vendors out of business.
Speaking of, I think I need a snack. And then maybe I will shop for some more big pants.
Fetus: about 5.5 in., 7 oz.
Veggie Equivalent according to BabyCenter: Sweet Potato
Waist: Not even gonna try. I just at two stuffed baked potatoes and a bunch of fruit & broccoli
Weight: See Above
Last Monday at my appointment the doctor asked if I could feel the baby moving yet. My honest answer? I have no idea. Between the constant needing to pee, ever present hunger and fantastically unpredictable bowels, I am feeling a great many things in the abdominal area. I cannot keep up with them all. Generally theses days if my stomach feels weird I just grab a snack and head to the bathroom. After reading some stuff on the Internet (so it must be true) the initial quickening movements are comparable to the feeling of being nibbled by fishes. From the inside. Yeah, I am so not down with that. I have no idea if I have been nibbled by fishes from the inside yet so I am sticking with maybe I feel the baby moving. Or it could be I need to poop.
My stomach pangs/growling/twinges are not the only confusion I am having with my body. Thanks to the wonders of hormones I have no idea how I am going to feel at any given moment until I have actually had the reaction to whatever was going on. I have no idea if I am horny or hungry. If i see acute guy on the street, I am like, "damn I need a sandwich". And if I see a sandwich it's, "Damn I need some pie... and maybe a sandwich". OK, I am just constantly hungry. I am going to have eaten all of Chicago by December. Two good reasons I did not go to the Taste of Chicago:1 massive salmonella outbreak 2. I would have put the smaller vendors out of business.
Speaking of, I think I need a snack. And then maybe I will shop for some more big pants.
Monday, July 9, 2007
A Haiku
Maternity Pants
Comfy Elastic Waistband
Want to Wear Always
I had a doctor appointment today so some quick stats:
Week: 17
Fetus: about 5 in., 5 oz.
Veggie Equivalent according to BabyCenter: Onion
Waist: 37 inches
Weight: Still not that bad
Not too much to report out of the doctor's office. Pretty boring appointment, no new pictures but I did get to hear the heartbeat so that was cool. I was also given permission to eat meat that is medium rare so I can stop trying to choke down well done steaks and burgers. It's still not raw the way I like it but it's good enough for now.
Thank god, I am not Keira. I only had to have one vial of blood taken. So far no adverse health effects. I will totally be punished for this later I am sure.
My next appointment is on August 6th and I will be having another ultrasound then. We should be able to find out the sex of the baby at that time. If we can, we will. Why, you may ask? Because I am ridiculously impatient, that's why. I hate surprises and people keep asking me. We may not even need it because according to Bruce's hockey friend Jeff, we are having a girl. Jeff says he has not been wrong in the last six years. He has 4 girls and one boy and his sister has 3 boys so he has had quite a bit of practice. So there ya go, Jeff says we are having a girl. Oh and Jeff's Dad grew up in Westfield. How weird is that?
Oh, you may be wondering about the poem. Although I am not really big yet, I went out and bought some pants during a visit to the awesome outlet mall in Gurnee. My regular pants, although wearable, were not particularly comfortable. I have always liked to wear my clothes on the loose side anyways. But hot damn people, I am in love with elastic waisted pants. Who knew I was secretly my grandma. The two pairs of jeans I bought even look cool enough to wear all the time. I just may do that. Stretchy pants are where it's at for me.
Comfy Elastic Waistband
Want to Wear Always
I had a doctor appointment today so some quick stats:
Week: 17
Fetus: about 5 in., 5 oz.
Veggie Equivalent according to BabyCenter: Onion
Waist: 37 inches
Weight: Still not that bad
Not too much to report out of the doctor's office. Pretty boring appointment, no new pictures but I did get to hear the heartbeat so that was cool. I was also given permission to eat meat that is medium rare so I can stop trying to choke down well done steaks and burgers. It's still not raw the way I like it but it's good enough for now.
Thank god, I am not Keira. I only had to have one vial of blood taken. So far no adverse health effects. I will totally be punished for this later I am sure.
My next appointment is on August 6th and I will be having another ultrasound then. We should be able to find out the sex of the baby at that time. If we can, we will. Why, you may ask? Because I am ridiculously impatient, that's why. I hate surprises and people keep asking me. We may not even need it because according to Bruce's hockey friend Jeff, we are having a girl. Jeff says he has not been wrong in the last six years. He has 4 girls and one boy and his sister has 3 boys so he has had quite a bit of practice. So there ya go, Jeff says we are having a girl. Oh and Jeff's Dad grew up in Westfield. How weird is that?
Oh, you may be wondering about the poem. Although I am not really big yet, I went out and bought some pants during a visit to the awesome outlet mall in Gurnee. My regular pants, although wearable, were not particularly comfortable. I have always liked to wear my clothes on the loose side anyways. But hot damn people, I am in love with elastic waisted pants. Who knew I was secretly my grandma. The two pairs of jeans I bought even look cool enough to wear all the time. I just may do that. Stretchy pants are where it's at for me.
Friday, July 6, 2007
We're Baa-aack!
We have returned safely from the wilds of Illinois. Camping was fun even if we did get off to a bit of a rough start. My fire starting skills, never quite stellar, have significantly diminished over the years. Our first night's dinner was quite late because I couldn't get the charcoal going properly. Combined with a poorly designed fire pit (grate way to far from coals, no way to move grate to build a larger fire underneath, etc) we probably would never have eaten if it were not for the nice ladies a site over who lent us their small Weber grill and already hot coals. For the next few meals we ended up placing the pots & pans directly on top of the coals or borrowing another small grill, this time from Dr. Jones.
Tip for pregnant people who enjoy going camping: unless you are certain to have a relatively secluded site in which to squat anonymously, request a site that is located right near the toilets. When getting up to pee at three a.m. requires a lantern and walking for 5 minutes you may decide to hold it. You may also then lay there for 2-3 more hours not sleeping because you are afraid you will wet your sleeping bag if you stop concentrating. You may also then end up being awake for sunrise and seeing deer run through the campground which is cool, but so not worth it. Especially if the campground is like this one and completely filthy with deer. Deer are like the rats of Zion, IL. They were everywhere.
Also everywhere, mosquitoes. Since the campground is on the lake there is quite a bit of surrounding marshland. Mosquitoes looooove swampy areas. We went through two 6 oz. bottles of deep woods Off in almost 48 hours. Oh, we had some wipes too. We made it through ok but Thursday evening was a bit rough on Elby. It was bad enough for this city dog that we made him stay outside for two days but being eaten alive was too much. Fortunately for the poor guy, we reapplied his Off, upped his Benedryl dosage and coated him in hydrocortisone. He seemed to be more relaxed after that. He has spent all day today lying on every soft surface in the house. He is definitely an indoor beast.
Cary came to visit Thursday afternoon since we were only an hour outside of the city. She and I went down to the beach and splashed around in the lake for a bit. Thanks to being knocked up, I now have porn-star boobs in my bathing suit top. I wore a tank over it to prevent offending anyone or scaring small children. We only stayed din the water for a short time because the surface was coated with millions of dead bugs. It was nasty.
All in all the trip was fun although I sincerely enjoyed taking a shower today. I took a ton of pictures and will post them once they have been loaded onto the laptop.
Tip for pregnant people who enjoy going camping: unless you are certain to have a relatively secluded site in which to squat anonymously, request a site that is located right near the toilets. When getting up to pee at three a.m. requires a lantern and walking for 5 minutes you may decide to hold it. You may also then lay there for 2-3 more hours not sleeping because you are afraid you will wet your sleeping bag if you stop concentrating. You may also then end up being awake for sunrise and seeing deer run through the campground which is cool, but so not worth it. Especially if the campground is like this one and completely filthy with deer. Deer are like the rats of Zion, IL. They were everywhere.
Also everywhere, mosquitoes. Since the campground is on the lake there is quite a bit of surrounding marshland. Mosquitoes looooove swampy areas. We went through two 6 oz. bottles of deep woods Off in almost 48 hours. Oh, we had some wipes too. We made it through ok but Thursday evening was a bit rough on Elby. It was bad enough for this city dog that we made him stay outside for two days but being eaten alive was too much. Fortunately for the poor guy, we reapplied his Off, upped his Benedryl dosage and coated him in hydrocortisone. He seemed to be more relaxed after that. He has spent all day today lying on every soft surface in the house. He is definitely an indoor beast.
Cary came to visit Thursday afternoon since we were only an hour outside of the city. She and I went down to the beach and splashed around in the lake for a bit. Thanks to being knocked up, I now have porn-star boobs in my bathing suit top. I wore a tank over it to prevent offending anyone or scaring small children. We only stayed din the water for a short time because the surface was coated with millions of dead bugs. It was nasty.
All in all the trip was fun although I sincerely enjoyed taking a shower today. I took a ton of pictures and will post them once they have been loaded onto the laptop.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Going Dark
I am going to be camping with Bruce and the dog for the next few days so there is even less of a chance than usual that I will post something interesting. We will be back Friday.
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Now You Can Buy Me Stuff!
After consulting with my baby stylist, we have decided to have the bulk of the baby registry be with Target since they had the Classic Pooh stuff that I like. Plus, some of the stuff I want was cheaper there as well. There is still some stuff that Babies R Us had that Target did not so there is still a second, much smaller registry over there.
So there ya go, knock yourselves out. If i have left anything off the registries let me know.
So there ya go, knock yourselves out. If i have left anything off the registries let me know.
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