Archive for November, 2008

Hellooooooooo, sweet thing

November 27, 2008

One of the strangest sensations I had with my 12-week ultrasound last week (and my first-trimester screen today – more on that in a moment*) was hard for me to place initially.

I felt a jolt of joy, a wave of relief (heartbeat still going strong!) and even a little smidgen of surprise, because even though I KNOW I’m pregnant, there’s still an element of “OH!” when I see my little one actually living and wiggling and bouncing around. But there was also something else, which I finally figured out today when I was laying on the ultrasound table. As the first pictures of my baby came on the screen, there was a shock of RECOGNITION that ran through me, because HELLO, my little sweetest heart! I KNOW you!!! And then — God. I’m not sure I can even describe it — just waves of love. Sweet Jesus gay, little baby — you’re still a good 27 weeks away from being born, but my LORD how I love you!

* And Baby, you amused me greatly with your antics during today’s ultrasound. You’d get your little feets planted on the wall of my uterus, bend your wee legs, and then SPROIIIIIIIIIIIING JUMP! and vault yourself into space. So what if it meant that it took 45 minutes for the ultrasound tech to get your measurements? That just meant more time for me to watch you and giggle. 🙂

(Happy sigh.)

Tomorrow’s Thanksgiving. I have so, so much to be thankful for.

– Mama
(12 weeks, 6 days)


12 weeks!

November 21, 2008

I had my 12 week appointment today, and the most glorious thing happened.  After doing the usual exam, the doctor straightened up and said, “Well, I could check for the fetal heartbeat with the doppler, but the ultrasound room is open right now.  Why don’t we show you a picture, too?”  SCORE — the only thing this pregnant lady loves more than not vomiting is actually seeing her baby!

So we went to the ultrasound room, hooked me up, and THERE was our baby, JUMPING around, wiggling, kicking and punching like WHOA, and generally being fucking awesome, all while the heartbeat went THUMPATHUMPATHUMPATHUMPA.  Thriller Baby!!  Oh, how your little baby calisthentics delight me.*

In other news (lowers head, whispers)…. I think I’m feeling better.  Yes.  I  haven’t had to take a Zofran since Wednesday night.  I’m hoping and praying that I have turned the corner.

Happy weekend!

– Mamasita

*  Well, NOW, anyways.  It’s probably only a few short weeks before I actually start feeling all those kicks and punches landing on my bladder, my cervix, my gallbladder, etc.  Then I am much less likely to be enchanted, but for now – WHOA.  You’re a REAL LIVE BABY!  Kick kick kick!

T minus 9 days.

November 18, 2008

Nine days until I am DONE with my first trimester!!!!  Woot woot woot!  I’m so fucking excited.  Pleeeeeeeeeeease, let this be the honeymoon trimester that everyone talks about.

In other news, my taste in food has gotten seriously bizarre.  Yesterday, I made a salad with the following ingredients:

herb salad mix
chopped walnuts
chopped pears
heirloom tomatoes
sweet whole gherkins
raspberry vinagrette

And it was DELISHISH.  Looked disgusting, but tasted DELISHISH.

Lastly, I have confirmed once and for all that I am too tall to sleep comfortably in the back seat of my car.  Damn.  I will have to come up with another midday nap solution.


Ahem. I have been remiss.

November 13, 2008

Apparently there is a post that I forgot to put up here, so I apologize to all – most particularly to my wonderful husband.  Here goes:

myhusbandistheawesomestintheuniver becausehewenttofourstorestogetmychargerthingthatbonesate andthendroveacrosstarnationtofindmemashed andgravies
andthenhewentallthewayupstairstoget gatoradesformybelly

So yes — in sum, my husband is AWESOME, and I would totally get knocked up by him if I weren’t already.  😀

11 weeks

November 13, 2008


This is a slightly more honest belly shot than the one taken at nine weeks (padded with a bulky sweater). However, keep in mind that this is the belly in the morning. THIS, my friends, is the belly at night:


Be very, VERY afraid.

— Lucy Bee

(Oh — and why yes, I AM wearing a union suit.  It was considerably cuter on the hanger than it is on a pregnant lady.)


November 12, 2008

It’s been a bit of a rough week.

Even with Zofran, the “morning” sickness is still striking me down with some regularity. We had house guests starting last Thursday night (they left today), and I’m pretty sure my sickly ass convinced Mrs. C to never, ever get pregnant. Luckily, after the first incredibly rough day, I started to feel well enough to actually hang out with our guests and do stuff (like going shopping for MATERNITY CLOTHES, AIEEE!). Yes, at 10 weeks pregnant, I had outgrown all of my pants, even with the Bella band. Nothing has EVER felt so good as the first pair of maternity pants I put on. I ended up wearing them out of the store, because LIKE HELL was I going to change back into my pre-preggy pants when I had the most comfortable pants known to man at my fingertips.

While I was in the changing room at the maternity store, the very sweet Mrs. C snuck up to the counter and bought me a lovely black dress as a gift. I wore it out that night. I’m gratified to see that, even pregnant, I can still rock it. 😀


(Note to Mr. C – I cut Mrs. C out of the picture just because I wasn’t sure she’d want to appear in da blog.  I’m happy to post the original version if she’s down widdit.)  🙂

Crying over food.

November 5, 2008

I almost cried today when I realized that my order in my office’s weekly burrito cart run had somehow slipped through the cracks, and everybody had gotten their sweet, sweet tasty burritos BUT ME, THE PREGNANT LADY WHO NEEDED HER BURRITO MORE THAN ANYBODY ELSE.

Two of my coworkers took pity on me and shared theirs. (Or maybe they were just afraid for their safety if I remained UNFED.)

I finished off my meal with a lovely dessert of six Tums with extra calcium. Ahhhhhhhhh.


November 4, 2008

(Note to AP — just stop reading now. Skip this post entirely.)






Maybe I’m a wuss, but I can’t hack the nausea anymore. I need to be able to work and to function, and I can’t do either if I’m literally carrying a puke bucket around with me everywhere I go because I could barf at any time, with no notice. After I got to work yesterday (puke bucket in hand, just in case I had to vomit between my car and my desk), all I could do was pace back and forth for four hours, sucking on peppermints and preggie pops, and intermittently hover over my puke bucket. I couldn’t read, I couldn’t type, I couldn’t talk to people – I couldn’t do anything other than focus how godawful I felt and whether I was going to puke THIS SECOND or maybe the second after that.

I called my sister, the Queen of Hyperemesis Gravatarium, at 11 a.m., because I was out of my wits with misery. “Abbey, I can’t do this!! I don’t know what to do! I can’t handle feeling this awful!” She listened, then said, “Just call your doctor. Now. Don’t wait until you’re dehydrated or missing days of work – call NOW.”

So I did.

The doc prescribed Zofran, I waddled over to the CVS and hovered over the pharmacist’s shoulder until he filled it, and ……. oh my God. Within a HALF HOUR, I had total relief. No nausea. No room spinning around me. No gagging, no dry heaving, no vomiting. I felt like a new woman.

I have mixed feelings about taking the medicine, for sure. It’s a Class B drug (so it’s safer than some of the medicine I’m still taking for depression, but I had a long period of time to weigh all the risks and benefits of staying on those before making a decision to do so), but it’s still a drug. If I could function, even marginally, without it, I would. But I can’t.

As I write this, I’ve just taken my second dose (at 7:30 a.m.). I was going to hold off on taking it today until I knew that today would be just as bad as yesterday and the day before and the day before, and I got my proof within 15 minutes of waking up when I started gagging again.

Yeah, I needed this.

My God

November 3, 2008

I have never felt such love for my husband in my life as I did today, when he insisted on cleaning up the (considerable) mess I made when I suddenly was afflicted with the heaves and didn’t make it to the toilet in time.

Sweetheart, I don’t know if *I* could do what you did. You are the best husband in the world.  I love you, and I’m so grateful for your kindness.

– your wif