New Baby Blog

As soon as I get everything moved over and I'm certain that it's working properly, all the baby blogging will occur at a different blog. Please leave a comment or send me an email if you'd like the address to the new blog.

I'll still be blogging on this one about work stuff, but likely not as much. Those who have followed me for the past year or more, thanks for your support and loyalty.

Oprah sucks

I watch Oprah when I'm home. I don't obsessively tape it though...Just something to have on the TV for noise, I guess.

Well, after the first trimester emotional meltdowns and crying all the time had stopped, I thought that we had moved on to pre pregnancy emotional status quo. Apparently not...

Some adoption story first had me bawling. Then Dr. Phil, then Oprah, then a rerun of Extreme Makeover Home Edition...Damn. I only cry like this if I'm getting sick.

I'm not talking little sniffles. I'm talking huge ass crocodile tears rolling down my face, complete with the snotty nose that needed to be blown.

I thought I was supposed to cry at Hallmark commercials, not Oprah. I'm really glad that no one was around to see me bawling my little eyes out this afternoon. Although, thankfully I was at least crying over SOMETHING. When I was first pregnant, I'd sit on N's couch for hours and just cry over nothing at all. And I'd feel bad because he didn't know what to do and I'd feel bad for making him feel bad, which in turn would make me cry some more...Vicious cycle those hormones are.

Anatomy Ultrasound

Anatomy Ultrasound. Makes it sound all official and crap. I guess so the crappy insurance company that we have insurance through will pay for it. They can't call it a "gender scan" or a "sex ultrasound"...That would make it sound so unnecessary and therefore could be denied payment by the insurance company.

And really, the ultrasound is an in depth look at the anatomy and the structures of the fetus while still in utero. It allows for diagnosis and potential treatment of certain medical problems and conditions. With our practitioner's approval, we decided not to have any genetic screening tests. There is such a high rate of false positives (if you want to call it that) that we didn't want to worry about something potentially being wrong the rest of the pregnancy. Anything major should show up on a scan, and then we can choose to have further testing if we want.

So, on Tuesday, I'll bare my baby belly and pray for a perfectly healthy baby. With any luck, this little monkey (who coincidentally is about the size of a small ripe canteloupe, by the way) will have not a shred of modesty and we will get to find out whether we are having a penis baby or a vagina baby.

But really, we will get to see the first pictures of our angel baby and Daddy will get to really begin the bonding process...I've been feeling the little turkey kick and punch me now every day consistenly for about 9 days or so...Nothing strong enough for N to feel from the outside of my belly yet. I can't wait until he can put his hand on my belly and feel Thumper kick.

Night and Day, Day and Night?

I'm sitting here at 12:15 AM in the living room of my Mother's house. Sitting on the couch...I just finished uploading to my facebook account some holiday pictures that were taken over the last few days.

The monkey has been kicking, rolling around, and in general, having a party inside her uterine home for the past few hours.

DOES SHE NOT UNDERSTAND THAT IT IS BEDTIME????

She has done nothing all day. NOTHING. Not a twitch, kick, punch, or roll.

Now that it is time for bed, she seems to be waking up and deciding that it is time to play with Mom. Thankfully, right now her movements are not strong or forceful enough to keep me awake at all. I know that will change in a few weeks, though so I just laugh now as I sit here and she steps on my bladder like a trampoline.

I hope she figures out night and day by the time she is born...

Things I wish I would have known BEFORE getting pregnant

I've compiled a list of things that I wish someone (anyone) would have told me before I got knocked up...

That I'd cry and cry for no reason at all.

That I'd be bitchy and irritable and lose my patience constantly.

That I can't poop except once a week even with taking something and eating so many veggies I think I'll turn into a celery stick.

That I'd crave things I haven't eaten in over 20 years.

That I'd have to pee every 30 minutes.

That sneezing or farting could make me pee on myself.

That I'd have all sorts of strange aches and pains in my belly.

That I can only take Tylenol.

That you leak. From everywhere. 'Nuff said.

That my skin itches and there isn't anything that makes it stop.

That I have to pee. Constantly.

That I'd come to love and appreciate my child's Daddy more than I ever could imagine.

That the "Pregnancy Glow" is a freakin' myth.

That it takes you about 5 months (give or take) to look a little bit pregnant...the rest of the time it just looks like you've overindulged in the buffet line.

That people would treat me like I'm disabled and not just pregnant.

That hearing my baby's heartbeat for the first time would be the most amazing thing in the entire world.

That I'd love my unborn child more than life itself.

Christmas Travels

Tomorrow, I will be on a plane to go see the new Grandma to be for Christmas. Although I know that I will have a great time, I will miss N very much. The week will fly by and soon I will be back to the "same shit, different day" routine.

So far, the monkey's kicking hasn't been enough to be felt from the outside but I'm so afraid that she will start while I'm gone and Daddy will miss feeling the first kicks.

N and I will do Christmas when I get back, sorta anti climactic when you really think about it, I guess. But, hey...it works and it extends the holidays a little bit longer. Will be looking forward to having our ultrasound shortly after I get back.

So just in case, Merry Christmas & Happy New Year (or Happy Hanukkah or Merry Kwanza or whatever else you celebrate) to all!

Baby's First Christmas

I bought a baby's first Christmas ornament last week and took it to N's last night. He hung it on the tree after a short discussion of whether this was truly "Baby's First Christmas" or not. We settled on "kinda". I did specifically buy one that didn't have the year printed on it, so we can buy a 2009 one next year for the little monkey...

And speaking of the little monkey, I think that she was trying to head butt me last night. Can they do that this early? It was strange feeling and not at all like the soft little jabs that I've been getting. It was like something was rolling over in my tummy.