Saturday, August 22, 2009

15 Week Appointment

I had a regularly scheduled doctor's appointment yesterday and boy was I glad! Since about Wednesday, I felt like I was getting a UTI. I had a lot of pressure on my bladder and my lower back was really bothering me. While these are not tell-tale signs of a UTI, they are not usual for me. So, I beared the annoyance until yesterday.

My appointment went really well. It was a short one. I did the standard pee in a cup and the weight check. My fat ass is up 4 pounds since my last appointment. For a total weight gain of 4 pounds so far. That doesn't seem that terrible. However, I am trying to keep my gain somewhere in the neighborhood of 15-20 pounds. We will see just how successful I am with that.

Dr. P measured my uterus. Well, he actually just poked around for it. I have been trying to do that for a few days but I felt nothing really significant. Turns out, I was feeling my uterus. Who knew?

Guess what? I DO have a UTI. Fun times. So, I got my prescription for Sulfa. Funny thing, it makes you more sensitive to the sun and you tend to burn easier. That's funny because I am leaving for Vegas tomorrow. I guess SPF 70 is in my future. At least now I know I am not crazy and that the symptoms I was feeling were due to the UTI.

I also scheduled my big ultrasound appointment. I was hoping it would be in another 4 weeks, but my doctor wants me to be "fully cooked" at 20 weeks. It's on Friday September 25th. My husband is already planning on taking the day off from work so we can go out and celebrate afterwards. I am 95% sure it's a girl and Jason is 95% sure it's a boy. Well, I guess one of us right!

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Three Hoorays!

I feel so happy this morning. I have three things to celebrate. In no particular order:

1. I can drink regular drip coffee without getting sick
2. I have completed my maternity bottom wardrobe
3. I don't have any sign of morning sickness

While grocery shopping yesterday, I decided I would give drip coffee another whirl. I passed the flavored creamer section and thought "Hmmm, french vanilla Coffee Mate sure sounds good". So, I picked up a bottle and decided to try it this morning. I haven't brewed coffee in this house since very early in my pregnancy. I haven't been able to take more than a sip or two before my stomach starts to turn. I have been living on the occasional latte (which gets expensive) or a can of Coke (too much sugar).

Can I get an amen? I am currently sitting here drinking my alotted cup of regular coffee with some French Vanilla Coffee Mate creamer. Thank the Lord!

Jason and I went shopping yesterday in search of maternity pants. I have a pair of black pants that I bought on clearance at JC Penney several weeks ago. Armed with willpower and a coupon, we trudged back to JC Penney. I tried on every single pair of pants they sold along with a black skirt. I didn't care for how any of them fit me. They were all thin and showed every wrinkle and bulge in my legs. Not flattering. I did buy the black skirt and I did pick up the last pair of brown pants on clearance. Those managed to not make me look like a tub of cottage cheese.

On to Motherhood Maternity. God bless my husband. I promised him only one store for pants, however, he willingly went with me to Motherhood. There, I bought a pair of grey pants and a nice black dress on clearance. Halleluah! So, with the exception of a pair of jeans, my bottoms to my maternity wardrobe are complete. I now have a black skirt, black dress, black pants, brown pants and grey pants. As long as I add fun accessories and mix up my tops, I think I can still manage to look stylish.

Finally, I forgot my B6 and Unisom yesterday. I thought I would go without it for a day to see what happens. Usually when I do this, the next day, I feel sick. Well, so far so good! I am not feeling sick today. I will take that as a very good sign! Maybe I am out of the morning sickness woods?

At any rate, it's a good day. Granted, I haven't showered or left the house and as long as I don't get into a car accident or my house burns down, my day should continue to go well.

Can I get a hip hip hooray!?

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Woe is Me

Well, it's come to be that time. The time when clothing no longer fits me correctly. I wore my favorite pair of pants last week and they were so tight around the middle that I could hardly breathe. So, today, the husband and I are heading to the mall. I promised him that I would only drag him to one store. That store will be JC Penney since I had such good luck there the last time.

I have a $10 off a $50 purchase coupon so let's hope that I am able to buy some decent pants. If I am lucky, maybe I will be able to swing a dress too. A black dress would be great because I could wear different colored sweaters over it and make it look different. I am trying not to be too limited in my thinking, but I am really hoping for some brown pants. I already have a pair of black so I need some variety!

I leave for Vegas in a little over a week. Thankfully I still have capris and t-shirts that fit me. I saved some of my regular clothes from last summer before I lost a bunch of weight. I still have several pairs of pre-pregnancy shorts and capris that fit me quite nicely.

Can you imagine a 15-week pregnant lady in Vegas? I hope so, because that will be me.

Woe is me. I hope to find some clothing that fits me today. Wish me luck!

Friday, August 7, 2009


I went to a baby shower last night. Normally, I love baby showers. Cake, games and cute little baby things. What's not to love? If you are one of those people that doesn't like games, you are just a bitter party-pooper. The shower was for my cousin, who I am not entirely close to, but I still wanted to go.

I went armed with a pretty cool gift. I bought off her registry (which was 21 pages long!) and even up until yesterday, mine was one of the very few that was removed. Meaning, people didn't buy off the registry or didn't have the items removed. I figured it was the first. So, armed with my gift of a baby towel, baby washcloths, bottles, travel bowls, sippy cups, spoons and some diaper bag contraption, I went to the shower. My mother-in-law drove. This can sometimes be a good thing and sometimes a bad thing. I don't have to drive (good) but then I am at the mercy of however late she wants to stay (bad).

We were some of the first people there, and people just kept coming and coming and coming. The house was chock a block full. I should have counted, seriously, because there were between 35-40 people. And lots of little kids. I don't really like lots of kids. They are loud, cry, and tend to steal the spotlight. This fact alone is going to make me sound horrible, but don't worry, I will love my own children. I just don't love many other people's.

For two hours: TWO HOURS: we did nothing but watch my cousin open gifts. No games, nothing. Yes, someone stood up at first and said thank you for coming, yada yada. I wanted games dammit! But of course, with that many people, we would have been there until midnight if we had played games.

TWO HOURS of gift opening. It wasn't like I could get up and leave the room either because I was the designated camera person. Why me? I take terrible pictures! So, I snapped pictures of her opening socks. And pictures of her opening a onesie. You get the picture (tee hee).

Here is my huge beef. Out of 35-40 women, only TWO people bought off her registry. Me and my mother-in-law. Everyone else bought clothes. Now, this irritates me. First off, the poor girl didn't even get essentials like diapers. No, instead she got enough dresses to clothe most of Botswana. I counted five party dresses. What is a 3 month old going to do with that many party dresses?

There were a couple of rebels that bought things like fuzzy blankets and socks. But not many. I was disgusted. Too many clothes. That poor baby won't have diapers but she will have a fancy tutu dress with ruffle butt tights. Good Lord. And worse? Everything was PINK! Don't they make baby clothes for girls that aren't pink? Such as yellow, white, peach or maybe even (GASP!) blue? Nope, all of it was pink.

Moral of the story: If someone has a registry, buy off it please. The mother-to-be does appreciate some clothes, but not if she ends up not using them for her baby. At that point, they just became unused and donated to the Goodwill.

I sound like an ungrateful person. So what? This post will pretty much guarantee that I will be blessed with a little girl that loves pink. All I know is that I am not buying another piece of clothing. Instead, I will buy essentials like pacifiers, bottles, diapers, towels, etc. No clothing. Lord knows I will get enough at my shower. Well maybe not if I specifically say no frikkin' pink!

P.S. The cake was good. I finally got a piece after the gift opening and photography duty was over.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Oh the Rage!

Please tell me that pregnancy rage is an actual symptom. I will feel ridiculous if it's not. Seriously, all day, I could have bitten the head off of anyone that crossed me. Example:

I was walking to catch my train, wearing headphones. A guy flags me down. I say "YES?!" in a really snotty voice. You don't disturb me when I am clearly trying to go somewhere and while wearing headphones. He mumbled something incoherent. "I don't understand what you are saying!". Again, in a rude tone. He says "Can I buy a cigarette from you?". Okay dude, look. I don't smoke. Do I look like I smoke? I don't think so. "I don't smoke, GROSS!". Then I proceed to walk away. I am sure he thought I was a snot, but I don't care.

At work, it got no better. I was still angry at people who were annoying me. Thankfully none of them were my friends. I should clarify that if you are my friend or a family member, chances are, you won't see the rage. Psycho pregnant chick will probably only come out if you say something that irritates me. Which is most things these days.

So, I am going to a baby shower tonight. Lord, I pray that the rage doesn't come out. Lord, please make the rage go away. I am afraid I am going to end up on the news.

Thank you, Amen.

Monday, August 3, 2009

A Heavy Heart

A friend of mine (who I met on the internet) just found out she has a blighted ovum. LeeAnn was due a week behind me and had tried for a long time to get pregnant. We both shared our "getting pregnant" woes and sadness. We started trying at the same time (November of 2007) and had many stories to share.

Her and her husband found out they were expecting back in June and I was so thrilled for her! We starting comparing pregnancy stories and symptoms.

LeeAnn, you are in my thoughts and prayers. I know the pain you are feeling right now. Please lean on me for support. I hope you can reach out to me if you need me.