What a time. The actual slice-you-open-take-out-baby is only like 15 or 20 minutes, but everything before and after can take a couple of hours. For a 10:30 C-Section appointment we had to be there at 8:30. Which we were a bit late coming in. Then we went into the wrong part of the hospital (Main Lobby) instead of Outpatient, where we would have NOT been told to go to Same Day Surgery instead of Labor and Delivery. Luckily they were on the same floor, and Al went downstairs to register me properly as I started prep.
There was blood work, the same question asked by threefourfive different people, and of course hospital gowns and socks in dull colors. Our first nurse had fleur-de-lis earrings, necklace charm, and tattoos. no, she wasn't a Saints fan, but she was a huge Francophile. As we chatted, she told me that she was finally taking her dream vacation in two years, on her 25th anniversary. How awesome is that? Although she looks really young to be having a 25th anniversary.
Okay, so C-section. You have to be shaved-not fully-but let's say, low-cut bikini bottom. You get a spinal injection, which numbs you from your boobs down, so you feel absolutely no pain. You get morphine, pitocin, and to start, what they call "IV Gatorade" to hydrate you, because you haven't eaten or drank anything since midnight. You are cold cold cold. You get to pick what music plays during delivery. I had joked about Rick Ross, but in the end I couldn't make up my mind, so we just did Today's Hits. Honestly, I didn't care or I probably would have made my own playlist. As it was, my operation started with Nelly's "Just a Dream," had a bunch of Lady Gaga, one Katy Perry, some other band I can't remember, and Anna Bella was born during a Lady Gaga song (there was seriously like 4 songs by her).
Al was kept out of the room right up until they were almost ready to pull her out. The whole time, I felt tugging, but nothing else. The drugs and injections work niiiiiice. Al was all geared out in O.R. scrubs and covered from his head to his feet. He had his mask on inside out. I had tubes coming out of my nose.
You are put in a Jesus Christ pose, which means I had Soundgarden in my head for a few minutes. I didn't request them, because I really didn't want to take the chance on Black Hole Sun playing when she emerged. No weirdzo faces, thank you.
Al sat with me and held my hand, up until the doctor said, "Okay Dad, get ready!" When he stood up I saw him blanch a bit. Which, you would expect, since my insides were out. Then there was nothing, nothing, and-a baby crying!
I don't think I've ever had a reaction like this, so fast, but as soon as I heard her cry, I lost it. I started crying and laughing, and all I could say was, "We did it."
Anna Bella Rosa came out 18 inches long, 5 lbs, 14 oz, and vocal for about an hour. She was also constantly kicking, so we're definitely thinking soccer player or maybe modern dance. She is pretty much the most perfect baby ever, and even the doctors were surprised on how healthy she is for an IUGR baby.
We both spent about an hour in recovery, where she was put under a warming lamp and had all her signs checked, and I was just resting. We had one funny moment when the nurse put her in my arms and tried to raise the bed to a sitting position. Instead we both went backwards. Her eyes got huge, but I think she liked it, since it was one of the few times she wasn't crying. I also got to breast feed her for the first time. That and the additional one on the way up to Mother and Baby were my only successful times. The whole while, I couldn't stop looking. She has so much hair!
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
D-Day
We went to our perinatal physician yesterday. Afterwards, we planned on doing some shopping for the children (and me), then P.F. Changs, and then our birthing class.
What happened was that the doctor became concerned when he saw our baby hadn't even gained a full pound since we saw him before Thanksgiving, and had basically stopped growing. He suggested delivery, faxed our papers to our OB, and told us to call the OB within 20 minutes.
We weren't too concerned, because she's been a small baby all along, and figured we'd just call the doctor on our way to the mall. After all, we had a sonogram appointment with him the next day, so maybe everything was getting blown out of proportion.
Well, our doctor called US and told us to come over. We did, and he told us their concern. The baby should be gaining a half pound a week, which would have brought her up to a little over 6 pounds by now. As it is, she is barely over 5. They felt it was better to have her come now then wait the two weeks, as a lack of growth could indicate she's not getting the nutrients and oxygen she needs from the placenta, which could lead to a stillbirth. This is actually something the specialists have warned us, but still. We really didn't expect that this could actually happen.
So, my plan of all natural (except for epidural)birth is out the window, but I'd rather have this then risk something going wrong with the baby because I wanted to be stubborn and insist that my way was better.
It's pretty scary, but on the bright side, my sister and stepson's mom have both been through this, and the latter had really good advice and words of wisdom. It made me feel a little better. Plus, apparently it's going to be a full house in the waiting room, which is a wonderful sign of support.
I'm sad that she probably won't be next to me in the room. Since she's coming two weeks early, I'm sure they'll have her in an incubator the couple of days we'll be there.
I also haven't revised my birth plan, but I think the only thing I want to make sure of now is that her name is spelled right and she has all her fingers, toes and organs.
What happened was that the doctor became concerned when he saw our baby hadn't even gained a full pound since we saw him before Thanksgiving, and had basically stopped growing. He suggested delivery, faxed our papers to our OB, and told us to call the OB within 20 minutes.
We weren't too concerned, because she's been a small baby all along, and figured we'd just call the doctor on our way to the mall. After all, we had a sonogram appointment with him the next day, so maybe everything was getting blown out of proportion.
Well, our doctor called US and told us to come over. We did, and he told us their concern. The baby should be gaining a half pound a week, which would have brought her up to a little over 6 pounds by now. As it is, she is barely over 5. They felt it was better to have her come now then wait the two weeks, as a lack of growth could indicate she's not getting the nutrients and oxygen she needs from the placenta, which could lead to a stillbirth. This is actually something the specialists have warned us, but still. We really didn't expect that this could actually happen.
So, my plan of all natural (except for epidural)birth is out the window, but I'd rather have this then risk something going wrong with the baby because I wanted to be stubborn and insist that my way was better.
It's pretty scary, but on the bright side, my sister and stepson's mom have both been through this, and the latter had really good advice and words of wisdom. It made me feel a little better. Plus, apparently it's going to be a full house in the waiting room, which is a wonderful sign of support.
I'm sad that she probably won't be next to me in the room. Since she's coming two weeks early, I'm sure they'll have her in an incubator the couple of days we'll be there.
I also haven't revised my birth plan, but I think the only thing I want to make sure of now is that her name is spelled right and she has all her fingers, toes and organs.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
16 Days
Now that the due date's coming closer, I've been wondering when that nesting instinct is supposed to kick in. According to my friends, the last stretch the mom-to-be is obsessively cleaning, organizing, and decorating. Now, I clean, keep up with the laundry, and have gotten part of my bag for the hospital ready, but really, this is all I feel like doing:
I've also been trying to make money doing online work. While fun, it's not really bringing in the cash. However, I don't know if it's the place, or just me. Supposedly, you can make $100 a week. Not a lot, but it's taken me 5 days to make almost ten dollars, so something isn't working here. It's too bad, because I was hoping to make money for the holidays, but that's not going to happen.
I do like our new room. I didn't want to switch with my sister; she had just reorganized her room and now that she's in our smaller one, she can't play her Kinect. I have to say, though, that we do have a lot more space. I don't trip over wires because they are actually out of the way. We can easily fit in a Moses basket or bassinet. Plus, when I make the bed, I can move the pillows without risking stepping on them because the only place to put them is on the floor.
The best part? There is now a table and chair for my laptop, which means I don't have to sit on the bed and then lean over to read my screen. My back is very grateful for that.
Okay, physically...well, it takes longer for me to get out of bed. I haven't had any weird dreams about giving birth to a litter of kittens or puppies or piglets, but I have very vivid dreams which put me in an almost coma-like state. Until I wake up to adjust my belly. My pelvic area is sore because apparently that whole area is stretching and widening for the baby, which means even the tiniest stretch or plie hurts. Of course back, but it's actually not been as bad. Once again, it must be the new seating arrangements.
And the Braxton-Hicks. Thank you Jesus that I only get them once a day or so. Because these things HURT. Like, take your breath away, blood leaving face hurt. The best thing I found is to make yourself get up and walk until the pain is gone. Unless we're in bed, then I squeeze Al's hand until it feels better.
AnnaBella still moves around. We hope we can catch her yawning or doing something again when we go to the specialist tomorrow. Then there's a 3-hour maternity class we take at the hospital that night. Then I have a sonogram scheduled Thursday morning. You get a lot of doctor's visits this last month or so. We started a bit late because of the Medicaid nightmare red tape issue we went through when we moved, but all signs are healthy.
Okay, I'm signing off for now to do makeup. See? That's really what's been on my head. And I have two trashy shows in the background going on. I'm completely hopeless, I tell ya.
- Drink decaf pumpkin lattes OR hot chocolate with whipped cream (an indulgence I wholeheartedly embrace now)
- Play with makeup
- Read my sister's old Cosmos and trashy novels/chick lit/book recommendations from the library
- Watch all my real housewives/jersey/vh1 Celebreality shows
- Sleep
- Eat cookies
I've also been trying to make money doing online work. While fun, it's not really bringing in the cash. However, I don't know if it's the place, or just me. Supposedly, you can make $100 a week. Not a lot, but it's taken me 5 days to make almost ten dollars, so something isn't working here. It's too bad, because I was hoping to make money for the holidays, but that's not going to happen.
I do like our new room. I didn't want to switch with my sister; she had just reorganized her room and now that she's in our smaller one, she can't play her Kinect. I have to say, though, that we do have a lot more space. I don't trip over wires because they are actually out of the way. We can easily fit in a Moses basket or bassinet. Plus, when I make the bed, I can move the pillows without risking stepping on them because the only place to put them is on the floor.
The best part? There is now a table and chair for my laptop, which means I don't have to sit on the bed and then lean over to read my screen. My back is very grateful for that.
Okay, physically...well, it takes longer for me to get out of bed. I haven't had any weird dreams about giving birth to a litter of kittens or puppies or piglets, but I have very vivid dreams which put me in an almost coma-like state. Until I wake up to adjust my belly. My pelvic area is sore because apparently that whole area is stretching and widening for the baby, which means even the tiniest stretch or plie hurts. Of course back, but it's actually not been as bad. Once again, it must be the new seating arrangements.
And the Braxton-Hicks. Thank you Jesus that I only get them once a day or so. Because these things HURT. Like, take your breath away, blood leaving face hurt. The best thing I found is to make yourself get up and walk until the pain is gone. Unless we're in bed, then I squeeze Al's hand until it feels better.
AnnaBella still moves around. We hope we can catch her yawning or doing something again when we go to the specialist tomorrow. Then there's a 3-hour maternity class we take at the hospital that night. Then I have a sonogram scheduled Thursday morning. You get a lot of doctor's visits this last month or so. We started a bit late because of the Medicaid nightmare red tape issue we went through when we moved, but all signs are healthy.
Okay, I'm signing off for now to do makeup. See? That's really what's been on my head. And I have two trashy shows in the background going on. I'm completely hopeless, I tell ya.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Musings
Even though I only have about a month left, it's still amazing to me that I'm pregnant. I've gotten used to her moving around, still surprised to see how monstrous my bazooms are in pictures, can't believe the ultrasounds are actually real sometimes. I think I"ll miss her being in me, but I really can't wait to meet this little being.
I can't even imagine her future, because we'll be learning along with her. I know what I'd like, but in the end all we can do is try to guide her to making the right choices. Hopefully she'll be better at that than we've been in the past! I'm glad we are in Florida, although I miss my friends, family and life in Atlanta. We have a lot of support here, and even though Al's work hours are long and I hardly get to see him, it's nice to have a schedule and to have a better source of income here. Plus, you don't have to worry about people running out on tabs at a car dealership!
I wish we could see more of my friends that are here, but everyone has their own lives, and honestly, they have work and families of their own. Sometime in the future I know we'll get together, but for now the priority is to make sure my AnaBella arrives healthy and happy.
I can't even imagine her future, because we'll be learning along with her. I know what I'd like, but in the end all we can do is try to guide her to making the right choices. Hopefully she'll be better at that than we've been in the past! I'm glad we are in Florida, although I miss my friends, family and life in Atlanta. We have a lot of support here, and even though Al's work hours are long and I hardly get to see him, it's nice to have a schedule and to have a better source of income here. Plus, you don't have to worry about people running out on tabs at a car dealership!
I wish we could see more of my friends that are here, but everyone has their own lives, and honestly, they have work and families of their own. Sometime in the future I know we'll get together, but for now the priority is to make sure my AnaBella arrives healthy and happy.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Getting It Together
We are establishing more of a routine now. Al's been working for almost a full week, and I FINALLY got a doctor's appointment for next Tuesday! We are really relieved about that. Tuesday we had Date Night and celebrated with a delicious Cuban dinner at Little Havana, this amazing restaurant in Deerfield Beach. For only $36.00, we ate croquettes and mariquitas for appetizers, Al had the palomilla with rice and beans while I had two pork chops, rice, beans and plantains for entrees, rolls, Sprite (for me), El Presidente (for Al), and of course, yucca and lots of mojo. We brought back half our meals! There was a mountain of food for us, and for once, I exercised caution and did not stuff myself into a coma (although I came dangerously close).
Their website has been temporarily down for "exceeded bandwidth," but I will provide a link when it's back up.
We ate outside (my body temp was on the fritz, and I needed the cooling 65 degree air), but I did go inside a few times. The decor is nice, with large paintings, some for sale, all of Cuba. The ladies room has the kind of stalls that provide your own private room.
Other than that, I've been mostly around the house cleaning, or running errands with my mom, visiting my grandmother, things like that. I also have been working on my NanoWriMo (although VERY behind), and I started a fun painting.
The only downside is I'm still a bit lonely. I haven't seen my friends since the wedding, and plans I made Monday fell through. With it being the holidays though, people are busy, and of course everyone works but me. People keep telling me to enjoy it while I can, because I'll be super busy after the baby, but to me, that's all the more reason to see my friends. I did get to see my cousin and his super cool wife last night, so was a definite plus.
Their website has been temporarily down for "exceeded bandwidth," but I will provide a link when it's back up.
We ate outside (my body temp was on the fritz, and I needed the cooling 65 degree air), but I did go inside a few times. The decor is nice, with large paintings, some for sale, all of Cuba. The ladies room has the kind of stalls that provide your own private room.
Other than that, I've been mostly around the house cleaning, or running errands with my mom, visiting my grandmother, things like that. I also have been working on my NanoWriMo (although VERY behind), and I started a fun painting.
The only downside is I'm still a bit lonely. I haven't seen my friends since the wedding, and plans I made Monday fell through. With it being the holidays though, people are busy, and of course everyone works but me. People keep telling me to enjoy it while I can, because I'll be super busy after the baby, but to me, that's all the more reason to see my friends. I did get to see my cousin and his super cool wife last night, so was a definite plus.
Monday, November 8, 2010
busy, busy busy
Al started a new job, and right now I've been working on my NaNoWriMo, helping around the house, and just trying to keep busy and not stuff my face. To tell the truth, I've been bored. Not that I expected the whirl of the social season when we moved down here, but I haven't seen anyone outside of family since the wedding, and I leave my house to visit the in-laws, my grandmother, or shop. I like visiting family, and thank god my in-laws and I get along so great. There are people who can't stand their spouse's family, and both our families mesh really well. So, I should be grateful instead of whiny. However, I am excited because I am supposed to hang out with one of my really great friends today. IF I don't sleep through the day because I woke up early.
In our old hood there are so many festivals and fun things going on.I hope my friends are making the most of it and having a blast.
In our old hood there are so many festivals and fun things going on.I hope my friends are making the most of it and having a blast.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
New Life
Since I last wrote, we have moved to Florida and gotten married! It's been a crazy month. Florida is completely different from what we're used to. I thought I'd slide back in, because I grew up and lived here for 21 years, but I don't think it's registered yet. It probably won't until we get our doctors set up, or Al starts working, or we get our own place. Right now it seems like a long vacation. I have changed my address, and we sent off our marriage certificate today, so soon I can start with the name change, etc etc.
The wedding was fabulous. All the things I was worried about never happened; in fact it was all better than I thought it would be. We had a lot of last minute drop-outs, but most people did come. There was a lot of love in the room. A lot of our Atlanta friends made it and looked fantastic. Plus, our families get along great! What more can you ask for? Also, with everyone in the same hotel, people could visit and relax without a lot of travel.
We used Blue Sky in Miami for most of the food, and Tom Caminiti dj'ed. He and my dad have known each other for years, and Tom was very patient and cool dealing with our song choice jitters.
My sister made our cakes. People are still going on about them; three days later. We have a lot left over due to the last minute drop outs, but oh my gosh, she actually makes tasty fondant. I'll have to include a picture later. The groom had a blue cheesecake, going up against the shores of the wedding cake. Cinnamon graham crumbs scattered between the layers as a sand motif, and white chocolate/peppermint seashells were inlaid throughout. Our layer for the one year was three small tiers of devil's food, marble, and red velvet. The main cake was vanilla.
And....my parents reserved a suite for us, for the wedding night. Thanks Mom and Dad! The view was of the roof, but who's paying attention to that? It was our first private, spacious place in forever and perfect for the night.
The wedding was fabulous. All the things I was worried about never happened; in fact it was all better than I thought it would be. We had a lot of last minute drop-outs, but most people did come. There was a lot of love in the room. A lot of our Atlanta friends made it and looked fantastic. Plus, our families get along great! What more can you ask for? Also, with everyone in the same hotel, people could visit and relax without a lot of travel.
We used Blue Sky in Miami for most of the food, and Tom Caminiti dj'ed. He and my dad have known each other for years, and Tom was very patient and cool dealing with our song choice jitters.
My sister made our cakes. People are still going on about them; three days later. We have a lot left over due to the last minute drop outs, but oh my gosh, she actually makes tasty fondant. I'll have to include a picture later. The groom had a blue cheesecake, going up against the shores of the wedding cake. Cinnamon graham crumbs scattered between the layers as a sand motif, and white chocolate/peppermint seashells were inlaid throughout. Our layer for the one year was three small tiers of devil's food, marble, and red velvet. The main cake was vanilla.
And....my parents reserved a suite for us, for the wedding night. Thanks Mom and Dad! The view was of the roof, but who's paying attention to that? It was our first private, spacious place in forever and perfect for the night.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
I Swear I'm Not a Slacker
Even if I do spend more time on Sorority Life (not Farmville) than any healthy person should.
Well, our little girl is doing fine! After two visits to the perinatal specialist, we received 9 ultrasounds (3 face, 6 various-heart, spine, arm covering face)and the reassurance that all organs are fine, the cyst is regressing, and there is no reason to think we will have anything other than a healthy baby. They did offer to do an amniocentesis to double check for any chromosomal abnormalities, but the risk of that was bigger than the risk of Downs or Trisomy 18, and what difference would it make? So I can be a bigger, stressful, neurotic wreck than I already am? F**k that noise. We declined, and from what I feel she is not only healthy, but possibly going to be an athlete.
I've had 2 baby showers thrown for me in the past week. One by two of my girlfriends from college, and one by my friends from work. We have sooo many baby things and I just feel really lucky and blessed. I have a wonderful social group here and even though I have so many wonderful friends in Florida, who I've known for ten years or more, I am really going to miss my friends here.
Lastly, we have been simultaneously trying to pack and get ready for this weekend's yard sale. Also, dog sitting Max again for a couple of days. Hence, the house is crowded and messy. Hopefully, that'll change when we get some of these items moved, but since we are also selling furniture, it'll probably be even crazier.
I finally did a writing assignment tonight. That has to be the longest I've gone since starting the freelancing. And with no other income, that is unacceptable. Trying to get back on track is hard, but important.
Well, our little girl is doing fine! After two visits to the perinatal specialist, we received 9 ultrasounds (3 face, 6 various-heart, spine, arm covering face)and the reassurance that all organs are fine, the cyst is regressing, and there is no reason to think we will have anything other than a healthy baby. They did offer to do an amniocentesis to double check for any chromosomal abnormalities, but the risk of that was bigger than the risk of Downs or Trisomy 18, and what difference would it make? So I can be a bigger, stressful, neurotic wreck than I already am? F**k that noise. We declined, and from what I feel she is not only healthy, but possibly going to be an athlete.
I've had 2 baby showers thrown for me in the past week. One by two of my girlfriends from college, and one by my friends from work. We have sooo many baby things and I just feel really lucky and blessed. I have a wonderful social group here and even though I have so many wonderful friends in Florida, who I've known for ten years or more, I am really going to miss my friends here.
Lastly, we have been simultaneously trying to pack and get ready for this weekend's yard sale. Also, dog sitting Max again for a couple of days. Hence, the house is crowded and messy. Hopefully, that'll change when we get some of these items moved, but since we are also selling furniture, it'll probably be even crazier.
I finally did a writing assignment tonight. That has to be the longest I've gone since starting the freelancing. And with no other income, that is unacceptable. Trying to get back on track is hard, but important.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Don't Panic :)
Oooo I absolutely love Douglas Adams.
Today is another appointment at the doctor's. Our original plan was to try and get another ultrasound. Turns out, they don't have the tech there on Thursdays at 10:30 am.
That is really inconsequential now. Late yesterday afternoon I received a call from our main OB doctor. She said while looking over the ultrasounds, she noticed our baby had a choroid plexus cyst. So now, in addition to our regularly scheduled visit, she also has a specialist for us. When we go in, she'll go over it more, and we can set up an appointment.
It's a little stressful because I did some reading on the subject, and it all reads the same: CPCs are either nothing to worry about, or they're an indication of something really serious, as in physically, or even result in stillborn. Hence the title for today's blog. Al just keeps telling me that there's no point in worrying until we hear from the professionals, and try to keep upbeat, and I'm trying to do that.
Today is another appointment at the doctor's. Our original plan was to try and get another ultrasound. Turns out, they don't have the tech there on Thursdays at 10:30 am.
That is really inconsequential now. Late yesterday afternoon I received a call from our main OB doctor. She said while looking over the ultrasounds, she noticed our baby had a choroid plexus cyst. So now, in addition to our regularly scheduled visit, she also has a specialist for us. When we go in, she'll go over it more, and we can set up an appointment.
It's a little stressful because I did some reading on the subject, and it all reads the same: CPCs are either nothing to worry about, or they're an indication of something really serious, as in physically, or even result in stillborn. Hence the title for today's blog. Al just keeps telling me that there's no point in worrying until we hear from the professionals, and try to keep upbeat, and I'm trying to do that.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Food and Music
Well, the nausea that I missed out on in the first trimester has hit me. I'm nauseated if I don't eat, I'm nauseated for hours after I eat. I can handle bland foods like crackers and toast, and certain soups, and if I eat slooooowwwwwlllllyyyy I can keep the nausea from coming for a few hours. The hard part is to try and tell Al I have to have my food made separate. He likes spices, and I just don't think I can eat them.
On fun news, we went to see Guyliner at 529 Friday night. It was loud fun as always, and one of the singers is also 5 months pregnant. During one song, she and Colleen were dancing, and Colleen pulled me up front where the other mama and I did some weird belly rubbing dance in front of everyone. Great time, and I think that should be a new fertility dance.
On fun news, we went to see Guyliner at 529 Friday night. It was loud fun as always, and one of the singers is also 5 months pregnant. During one song, she and Colleen were dancing, and Colleen pulled me up front where the other mama and I did some weird belly rubbing dance in front of everyone. Great time, and I think that should be a new fertility dance.
Monday, August 23, 2010
RIP
My Old Navy sandals were not attractive, and very earth mothery, but they were so comfortable. My ankles never turned in them, my feet didn't ache, and the straps didn't suddenly decide to unbuckle mid-walk, making my foot take a sharp slide forward and hit the pavement, scraping my nail polish and bruising my toe. Do you know how weird it is to bruise a TOE?
Plus, since most of my shoes have been getting a little too tight for my pregger feet, these babies were a total godsend.
Unfortunately, I guess my precious shoes were unaccustomed to daily use, and today I finally had to throw them out after the sole of my right one came completely off. It had been coming apart for about two weeks now, but today was the ultimate rip. After I finally located another pair of sandals (out of 5 pairs, all i can find is the left shoe from each one. What the hell?), I bid my beloved ugly shoes a fond farewell and chucked them. Of course, these are a pair that provide no support and seem to have a goal of crippling me, so they are VERY temporary.
I guess the time is drawing near to invest in comfy ballet flats and sturdy shoes. A size bigger, too, it looks like. *Sigh* I was really hoping to avoid the swollen feet part, seeing as how I'm 5'3" and wear a size 9. C'mon, baby, you're making me look like a crazy cartoon character.
Plus, since most of my shoes have been getting a little too tight for my pregger feet, these babies were a total godsend.
Unfortunately, I guess my precious shoes were unaccustomed to daily use, and today I finally had to throw them out after the sole of my right one came completely off. It had been coming apart for about two weeks now, but today was the ultimate rip. After I finally located another pair of sandals (out of 5 pairs, all i can find is the left shoe from each one. What the hell?), I bid my beloved ugly shoes a fond farewell and chucked them. Of course, these are a pair that provide no support and seem to have a goal of crippling me, so they are VERY temporary.
I guess the time is drawing near to invest in comfy ballet flats and sturdy shoes. A size bigger, too, it looks like. *Sigh* I was really hoping to avoid the swollen feet part, seeing as how I'm 5'3" and wear a size 9. C'mon, baby, you're making me look like a crazy cartoon character.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Balancing Act, the First
The first because I'm sure there'll be more to come.
Today was the supposed to be the day we found out the baby's sex. However, due to Baby being all coy, the most we could get is, "I think it's a girl, but I'm not 100%." So, we told them we would pay the $45 charge next visit to get another sonogram, and hopefully we'll have some cooperation.
(I think it is a girl, but Al wants to know for sure. He did want another son, and is used to calling my belly "Little Man." Oh well).
There are two more things rising up that I feel repeating them over and over makes me sound like a shrew, but really I don't think I'm being unreasonable.
Okay, first: Al keeps saying he wants to go on a cruise to the Bahamas for our honeymoon. Sounds wonderful, right? Except, we're staying at my parents to save money for a house and keep up with bills and car payments. Also, I'm going to be seven months pregnant. I'm no Betheny Frankel, so I will NOT be cavorting around in a bikini, perfectly thin except for my belly. Besides the fact I'll be huge, I might have some serious jungle growth going on down there. I say I'll get waxed when my bell gets too big for me to shave, but you know I'll probably chicken out.
Also, it's my first trip to the Bahamas, and not only won't I be all cute in my bathing suit with NO body hair, I can't go diving, I can't drink exotic alcohol drinks in coconut shells, and I can't eat shellfish or most seafood. Yay great vacation!!
So I suggested we do it on our one year anniversary. He seems to be ok with that, but every few days he suggests the honeymoon cruise again.
We have agreed we should at least have our own hotel room for our ~*Wedding Night*~ so we can have "alone" time away from the parents' house. I know my parents will endorse this wholeheartedly.
Today was the supposed to be the day we found out the baby's sex. However, due to Baby being all coy, the most we could get is, "I think it's a girl, but I'm not 100%." So, we told them we would pay the $45 charge next visit to get another sonogram, and hopefully we'll have some cooperation.
(I think it is a girl, but Al wants to know for sure. He did want another son, and is used to calling my belly "Little Man." Oh well).
There are two more things rising up that I feel repeating them over and over makes me sound like a shrew, but really I don't think I'm being unreasonable.
Okay, first: Al keeps saying he wants to go on a cruise to the Bahamas for our honeymoon. Sounds wonderful, right? Except, we're staying at my parents to save money for a house and keep up with bills and car payments. Also, I'm going to be seven months pregnant. I'm no Betheny Frankel, so I will NOT be cavorting around in a bikini, perfectly thin except for my belly. Besides the fact I'll be huge, I might have some serious jungle growth going on down there. I say I'll get waxed when my bell gets too big for me to shave, but you know I'll probably chicken out.
Also, it's my first trip to the Bahamas, and not only won't I be all cute in my bathing suit with NO body hair, I can't go diving, I can't drink exotic alcohol drinks in coconut shells, and I can't eat shellfish or most seafood. Yay great vacation!!
So I suggested we do it on our one year anniversary. He seems to be ok with that, but every few days he suggests the honeymoon cruise again.
We have agreed we should at least have our own hotel room for our ~*Wedding Night*~ so we can have "alone" time away from the parents' house. I know my parents will endorse this wholeheartedly.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Everything Happens When I'm Not Writing
I've spent the past four days in Alabama, in my future in-laws RV. Al's brother Andy got married this Saturday.
I've spent most of this trip sleeping and eating, which means I do not know if my belly is normal baby bump or is now mostly food. While it's been great staying here, I know I have to get back to a normal and healthy eating routine tomorrow.
Tuesday we have our ultrasound! Al's aunt Coqui is taking us, so she will be there when we find out if it's a boy or girl. We're both excited. We talk to the baby constantly and Al will rub my belly while we're laying down or in bed.
I also find out if I can get back to more activity. I'd love to do yoga and some light cardio and weights. It's easy to fall into that "eating for two" trap and just stuff whatever strikes your fancy into your face. If I keep that up, I'm going to be 200 pounds in my wedding dress. That weight isn't only unattractive for a 5'3" girl, it's not healthy. That would be a weight gain of over 50 pounds. Not to mention we wouldn't be able to see the baby kick!
My future in laws have two chihuahuas, Lola and Pepe. They love to beg for food, bark, and hide when you try to pick them up. They are absolutely adorable. Actually, Pepe loves to be cuddled, but Lola's a little trickier. She did let me hold her for a little bit today.
The wedding was gorgeous. It was held at Mathews Manor in Argo, Alabama.
(Al just came inside and kissed me. His breath was heavy on the tobacco. Yuk!)
Thia place is gorgeous. Lots of fountains and plants, beautiful buildings, lots of space. The colors were red, white and black-very simple and classy. The men were very handsome in their black tuxes with red ties, and the bridesmaids had Grecian style floor length gowns in red. The food was buffet style, with a mashed potato bar, sliced meat for sandwiches, fruits, pasta salad, and veggies. The bride's cake was layers of vanilla and chocolate, and the groom's was red velvet with a Florida Gators theme.
The ceremony music was performed by Act of Congress. There was a DJ for the ceremony. We took back big bricks of cake, and Jimmy (future pop-in-law) just brought home another whole cake. We have cake coming out of our ears, eyes, nose and fridge. I will say, though, this new cake, which is also a red velvet, is incredibly delicious.
I've spent most of this trip sleeping and eating, which means I do not know if my belly is normal baby bump or is now mostly food. While it's been great staying here, I know I have to get back to a normal and healthy eating routine tomorrow.
Tuesday we have our ultrasound! Al's aunt Coqui is taking us, so she will be there when we find out if it's a boy or girl. We're both excited. We talk to the baby constantly and Al will rub my belly while we're laying down or in bed.
I also find out if I can get back to more activity. I'd love to do yoga and some light cardio and weights. It's easy to fall into that "eating for two" trap and just stuff whatever strikes your fancy into your face. If I keep that up, I'm going to be 200 pounds in my wedding dress. That weight isn't only unattractive for a 5'3" girl, it's not healthy. That would be a weight gain of over 50 pounds. Not to mention we wouldn't be able to see the baby kick!
My future in laws have two chihuahuas, Lola and Pepe. They love to beg for food, bark, and hide when you try to pick them up. They are absolutely adorable. Actually, Pepe loves to be cuddled, but Lola's a little trickier. She did let me hold her for a little bit today.
The wedding was gorgeous. It was held at Mathews Manor in Argo, Alabama.
(Al just came inside and kissed me. His breath was heavy on the tobacco. Yuk!)
Thia place is gorgeous. Lots of fountains and plants, beautiful buildings, lots of space. The colors were red, white and black-very simple and classy. The men were very handsome in their black tuxes with red ties, and the bridesmaids had Grecian style floor length gowns in red. The food was buffet style, with a mashed potato bar, sliced meat for sandwiches, fruits, pasta salad, and veggies. The bride's cake was layers of vanilla and chocolate, and the groom's was red velvet with a Florida Gators theme.
The ceremony music was performed by Act of Congress. There was a DJ for the ceremony. We took back big bricks of cake, and Jimmy (future pop-in-law) just brought home another whole cake. We have cake coming out of our ears, eyes, nose and fridge. I will say, though, this new cake, which is also a red velvet, is incredibly delicious.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
A Bit of a Change
I was looking forward to doing nothing today. Yesterday wasn't too tough; mind you. I filled in as manager at my job, which was easy because A) the people working are professional and can manage themselves, and B) it was very quiet. There were two things-someone quit on my shift, and it didn't occur to me that the bartender might have needed some extra help with the tennis people who showed up till now. All in all, though, pretty stress-free day.
I went home, put in The Petrified Forest, and was almost immediately bored. I love old movies and Bette Davis, but seriously, this movie, EVEN with Humphrey Bogart as this head of some gang that carjacks and I don't know because I could not pay attention, oh my gosh, this movie is so boring. Also, I had it mixed up with Beyond the Forest when I ordered it, so I probably wasn't going to be happy any way.
Then Al came home, and he had taken a spill on his scooter and wasn't feeling too hot, so I went and got it and cleaned his shoulder and we just rested.
Today, all we planned on doing was working on our yard sale items, our music list, and our want list for where to live in Florida. We got about partway through when our buddy Danilo called and asked if we wanted to be in a music video. Of course! I am a great big ham and okay, a bit of an attention ho, so I am not going to stay at home like I've been doing and let Al go have all the fun.
So, I put on a pair of black slacks that had an elastic waist and my favorite grey shirt that hides the bump while showcasing the cleavage, slapped on a headband and some lipstick, mascara and eyeshadow and off we were to Lenny's.
My last time on a music video was when I was 20 or 21, and was one of several background bathing suit girls for Los Rabanes. We shot at the Coral Gables Venetian Pool, I received $50 for the day, and we ate Pollo Tropical. My friend Mary Ellen brought me, and while she achieved fame through a different genre of film, I had never pursued it. Mostly because I'm lazy. ANYWAY...
So we are in a bar I used to go to fairly often when I still smoked packs of cigarettes, and could drink until I couldn't speak English anymore. During the day, it's actually quite clean and while not bright, per se, at least I could see what was going on.
The crowd was maybe ten people and I hadn't heard of the band, Before the Solstice, but they were pretty cool people. The director was putting everyone through their paces. I was just sitting on the end of the bar. It went something like: guy goes crazy, beats up people, pushes people, licks girl on face, slams guy's head on bar, humps other lady, gets confronted by bouncer and knocked out.
Well, the actress who was getting her face licked had to leave by a certain time, and that time was in 30 minutes, so they had to find a replacement. So who do you think volunteered to get more camera time? If you thought responsible mom-to-be almost wife genes stayed in control, you skimmed over an important part of the post. Of course I volunteered. And yes, I did check with Al, and the actor asked him if it was cool. Al was fine with it, probably because he knew he'd have material to tease me with later.
So we did some run throughs with no licking, and shot video but kept stopping before he got to me, and I'm thinking, Maybe there really isn't a face licking. Maybe it's all mimed. Ha! This is great. I sat there with my soda-disguised-as-cocktail (no one had real alcohol but Al, Danilo, and two girls in the floor scenes, and they had to spend ten minutes peeling off labels. ha! ha!).
So then we shoot, and it wasn't a lick. It was a tongue bath on the entire left side of my face. Three times. My expression wasn't acting; that was NASTY. And of course, I'm the only idiot who'd be like, "Dur dur durrr, how gross can it be? Dogs lick my face all the time and I hate it, but I deal." Oh no, child. It is grooooooooossssssss. And the last time he got my hair. I don't know who was worse off there, except I did wash my hair earlier today, so probably me again.
However, all in all, it was fun, and I can't wait till I see the video, and I will probably post it on Facebook and then I'm sure some people will react to my scene by acting all "How could you cheapen yourself?" like I let someone aim a camera up my twat, but I had a good time and it gave me something to write besides, "I am tired."
We ate at Tin Lizzy's Cantina after, which was good, but not really Mexican or even Spanish, more of a fusion. They had greek tacos, which the guys said were good, but I stuck with chicken tortilla soup and black beans and rice. Then we shared the traditional spanish dessert of fried cheesecaked with huge scoops of ice cream, whipped cream topping and chocolate syrup. I had to drink a ton of water through all this because it was way more sugar and caffeine then I've let myself have in two months. Definitely a special occasion treat.
There was a lot more, but I'll write it tomorrow. It's my day off, and I think the hardest thing I have planned is dropping off my DVD and dropping a load of laundry.
Oh, and on a footnote--we didn't get paid, but we did get free cds of the band, and they are not bad. Which is always a plus. I'll probably have them in my mix while I run around doing nathan tomorrow.
I went home, put in The Petrified Forest, and was almost immediately bored. I love old movies and Bette Davis, but seriously, this movie, EVEN with Humphrey Bogart as this head of some gang that carjacks and I don't know because I could not pay attention, oh my gosh, this movie is so boring. Also, I had it mixed up with Beyond the Forest when I ordered it, so I probably wasn't going to be happy any way.
Then Al came home, and he had taken a spill on his scooter and wasn't feeling too hot, so I went and got it and cleaned his shoulder and we just rested.
Today, all we planned on doing was working on our yard sale items, our music list, and our want list for where to live in Florida. We got about partway through when our buddy Danilo called and asked if we wanted to be in a music video. Of course! I am a great big ham and okay, a bit of an attention ho, so I am not going to stay at home like I've been doing and let Al go have all the fun.
So, I put on a pair of black slacks that had an elastic waist and my favorite grey shirt that hides the bump while showcasing the cleavage, slapped on a headband and some lipstick, mascara and eyeshadow and off we were to Lenny's.
My last time on a music video was when I was 20 or 21, and was one of several background bathing suit girls for Los Rabanes. We shot at the Coral Gables Venetian Pool, I received $50 for the day, and we ate Pollo Tropical. My friend Mary Ellen brought me, and while she achieved fame through a different genre of film, I had never pursued it. Mostly because I'm lazy. ANYWAY...
So we are in a bar I used to go to fairly often when I still smoked packs of cigarettes, and could drink until I couldn't speak English anymore. During the day, it's actually quite clean and while not bright, per se, at least I could see what was going on.
The crowd was maybe ten people and I hadn't heard of the band, Before the Solstice, but they were pretty cool people. The director was putting everyone through their paces. I was just sitting on the end of the bar. It went something like: guy goes crazy, beats up people, pushes people, licks girl on face, slams guy's head on bar, humps other lady, gets confronted by bouncer and knocked out.
Well, the actress who was getting her face licked had to leave by a certain time, and that time was in 30 minutes, so they had to find a replacement. So who do you think volunteered to get more camera time? If you thought responsible mom-to-be almost wife genes stayed in control, you skimmed over an important part of the post. Of course I volunteered. And yes, I did check with Al, and the actor asked him if it was cool. Al was fine with it, probably because he knew he'd have material to tease me with later.
So we did some run throughs with no licking, and shot video but kept stopping before he got to me, and I'm thinking, Maybe there really isn't a face licking. Maybe it's all mimed. Ha! This is great. I sat there with my soda-disguised-as-cocktail (no one had real alcohol but Al, Danilo, and two girls in the floor scenes, and they had to spend ten minutes peeling off labels. ha! ha!).
So then we shoot, and it wasn't a lick. It was a tongue bath on the entire left side of my face. Three times. My expression wasn't acting; that was NASTY. And of course, I'm the only idiot who'd be like, "Dur dur durrr, how gross can it be? Dogs lick my face all the time and I hate it, but I deal." Oh no, child. It is grooooooooossssssss. And the last time he got my hair. I don't know who was worse off there, except I did wash my hair earlier today, so probably me again.
However, all in all, it was fun, and I can't wait till I see the video, and I will probably post it on Facebook and then I'm sure some people will react to my scene by acting all "How could you cheapen yourself?" like I let someone aim a camera up my twat, but I had a good time and it gave me something to write besides, "I am tired."
We ate at Tin Lizzy's Cantina after, which was good, but not really Mexican or even Spanish, more of a fusion. They had greek tacos, which the guys said were good, but I stuck with chicken tortilla soup and black beans and rice. Then we shared the traditional spanish dessert of fried cheesecaked with huge scoops of ice cream, whipped cream topping and chocolate syrup. I had to drink a ton of water through all this because it was way more sugar and caffeine then I've let myself have in two months. Definitely a special occasion treat.
There was a lot more, but I'll write it tomorrow. It's my day off, and I think the hardest thing I have planned is dropping off my DVD and dropping a load of laundry.
Oh, and on a footnote--we didn't get paid, but we did get free cds of the band, and they are not bad. Which is always a plus. I'll probably have them in my mix while I run around doing nathan tomorrow.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Welll.....
It is time to shop for underwear, maternity bras, and either more comfy shoes or Dr. Scholl's insoles. I am busting out all over.
Also craved carbs today. Mashed potatoes, grilled cheese sandwiches...at least the bread was multi-grain.
Shower time and then an early bedtime. Made myself stay busy today, so it's a well-earned exhaustion.
Also craved carbs today. Mashed potatoes, grilled cheese sandwiches...at least the bread was multi-grain.
Shower time and then an early bedtime. Made myself stay busy today, so it's a well-earned exhaustion.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Brain Zombie and Fruit Flies
Today one of my very sweet friends/coworkers remarked that it was a "good thing I was generally happy." And, usually, that is how I'd describe myself. It's on my little Facebook blurb, for the love of God. I can't remember the exact context, but I'm pretty sure it had to do with pregnancy. Because, yes, I'm becoming one of those pregnant ladies who love to talk about pregnancy and babies and blah blah, plus with the wedding and all that, I'm sure I'm becoming a great big bore.
Well, as my last post was showing, I am definitely not happy a lot. I guess "general" is still a good description, but the past few days have been either high crying stress to almost valium calm, and then just brain dead. I sleep about 11 hours a day/night now, when you factor in naps, and it's been harder to stay up and concentrate. Usually I end up laying in bed with the fan blasting and reading my summer fiction, chick-lit or celebrity biography; things i don't have to concentrate on. We're still trying to get a reception list together, and I have zillions of things to do, but I just declared these past few days off and, besides work, the occasional email, and maybe 5 minutes on the gift registry, I just can't seem to get it together.
Today we tried an experiment. My landlord on the other side has this AWFUL fruit fly problem, and we can't locate the source, but I thought we could at least try and get rid of the living ones. I found some solutions on this site , so now he has: a 1 liter bottle of old apple juice I found in the fridge with a trap made out of a paper towel (I couldn't find coffee filters and three glasses/jars full of dishwasher soap, water and vinegar, with plastic wrap tops poked with hoes, sitting on his window sill, kitchen counter, and in his pantry. I also poured bleach down his drains and left him a note explaining everything so he knows it's more than just crazy pregnant lady antics.
Well, as my last post was showing, I am definitely not happy a lot. I guess "general" is still a good description, but the past few days have been either high crying stress to almost valium calm, and then just brain dead. I sleep about 11 hours a day/night now, when you factor in naps, and it's been harder to stay up and concentrate. Usually I end up laying in bed with the fan blasting and reading my summer fiction, chick-lit or celebrity biography; things i don't have to concentrate on. We're still trying to get a reception list together, and I have zillions of things to do, but I just declared these past few days off and, besides work, the occasional email, and maybe 5 minutes on the gift registry, I just can't seem to get it together.
Today we tried an experiment. My landlord on the other side has this AWFUL fruit fly problem, and we can't locate the source, but I thought we could at least try and get rid of the living ones. I found some solutions on this site , so now he has: a 1 liter bottle of old apple juice I found in the fridge with a trap made out of a paper towel (I couldn't find coffee filters and three glasses/jars full of dishwasher soap, water and vinegar, with plastic wrap tops poked with hoes, sitting on his window sill, kitchen counter, and in his pantry. I also poured bleach down his drains and left him a note explaining everything so he knows it's more than just crazy pregnant lady antics.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Time for Whine
It was a mixed day today. Work was slow, but not stressful. I got a nice 2 hour nap in.
Healthwise, I'm still cramping some but no spotting. Resting has helped a lot with that. Mostly just tired and hot. The a/c doesn't come much to our side of the house, and while the bedroom is mostly cool, the living room is sometimes hotter than the outside. We don't keep the tv or computer in the bedroom, so I just take breaks to cool down.
Wedding-wise, it's a bit stressful. My family thinks I'm not keeping them updated, I'm trying to keep up to date as much as possible, and there is a lot of miscommunication. I'm looking forward to it, but sometimes I wish we had stuck to my original plan of a quick justice of the peace deal. I also have a friend who made a request that I have to turn down, and it's a bit frustrating because it is hard enough planning a simple(ish) wedding without people wanting to add to the mix.
I figured I'd do all the registering online, but there's a lot of things I don't see listed that I know are in the stores. The fiance and I are trying to coordinate our schedules so we can go down to Target and Bed Bath and Beyond and knock it out.
I also have a baby registry to sign up for, but one thing at a time.
On a funny note, my spelling's been atrocious, and I didn't notice till 5 minutes before starting this that I interposed the T and S on "Wishlist" for the registry.
Slightly gross but good news, we fogged the house Friday before leaving for the doctor's. When we got back, there were only a couple of bug corpses, but they've been popping up the past few days. Baby roaches in the tub, large dead ones showing up beside or underneath things. It's nasty, but I am so grateful we did it. I don't think the place was sprayed for summer, and when I was on bed rest I saw a roach a day. I knew there had to be more, and as it turns out, I was right. My fiance is wonderful about disposing them (I have an acute fear, yet I love the South and New York, places infested with them. I don't know.). I'm not about to go in the attic yet, though.
Healthwise, I'm still cramping some but no spotting. Resting has helped a lot with that. Mostly just tired and hot. The a/c doesn't come much to our side of the house, and while the bedroom is mostly cool, the living room is sometimes hotter than the outside. We don't keep the tv or computer in the bedroom, so I just take breaks to cool down.
Wedding-wise, it's a bit stressful. My family thinks I'm not keeping them updated, I'm trying to keep up to date as much as possible, and there is a lot of miscommunication. I'm looking forward to it, but sometimes I wish we had stuck to my original plan of a quick justice of the peace deal. I also have a friend who made a request that I have to turn down, and it's a bit frustrating because it is hard enough planning a simple(ish) wedding without people wanting to add to the mix.
I figured I'd do all the registering online, but there's a lot of things I don't see listed that I know are in the stores. The fiance and I are trying to coordinate our schedules so we can go down to Target and Bed Bath and Beyond and knock it out.
I also have a baby registry to sign up for, but one thing at a time.
On a funny note, my spelling's been atrocious, and I didn't notice till 5 minutes before starting this that I interposed the T and S on "Wishlist" for the registry.
Slightly gross but good news, we fogged the house Friday before leaving for the doctor's. When we got back, there were only a couple of bug corpses, but they've been popping up the past few days. Baby roaches in the tub, large dead ones showing up beside or underneath things. It's nasty, but I am so grateful we did it. I don't think the place was sprayed for summer, and when I was on bed rest I saw a roach a day. I knew there had to be more, and as it turns out, I was right. My fiance is wonderful about disposing them (I have an acute fear, yet I love the South and New York, places infested with them. I don't know.). I'm not about to go in the attic yet, though.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Starting a Bit Late...
I probably should have first started this when we first figured out I was pregnant, but it's been a bit hectic. At the time I was still trying to get together B*ATL, working on getting debts down, working 50+ hours, and looking at grad schools to apply for.
Then I skipped a period, received positives on two pregnancy tests, and found myself planning doctors, a move and a wedding on top of it.
Well, fast forward a couple of months, one miscarriage scare and one finished event later, and the news won't stop coming.
When I first went to the DeKalb County Board of Health, I had my last period on May 27th. So, when I went to Atlanta Medical Center for heavy bleeding, I told the doctor I was around 8 weeks. One ultrasound (with a fully-limbed, very active, little bebe swimming all over) later, and I was informed I was closer to 15 weeks. Needless to say, the March 3 due date was a bit off.
Bed rest for a week, followed by drastically cut hours (to accommodate my apparently weak uterus), and a verboten on sex.
Well, we went back to the ob Friday, and got the new due date: December 29. My birthday's the 21st, and my brother's is March 3rd, which gave me the uncomfortable feeling that I have the same sex schedule as my parents. Even at 31, that weirds me out.
I had the event Saturday, so one project down. Now I just have left:
1: Yard Sale
2: Move
3: Oh, I don't know, a freaking WEDDING (well, my sister's the official planner, but I still have to oversee everything)
4: And to keep it sane so I don't freak out on my fiance, friends, co-workers, family and various strangers while dealing with incubating this human life.
So, I figure I can just keep everything here (when I'm not scribbling in one of three notebooks I always carry) and perhaps that can keep me focused, as well as wean my off my Facebook games dependancy.
Then I skipped a period, received positives on two pregnancy tests, and found myself planning doctors, a move and a wedding on top of it.
Well, fast forward a couple of months, one miscarriage scare and one finished event later, and the news won't stop coming.
When I first went to the DeKalb County Board of Health, I had my last period on May 27th. So, when I went to Atlanta Medical Center for heavy bleeding, I told the doctor I was around 8 weeks. One ultrasound (with a fully-limbed, very active, little bebe swimming all over) later, and I was informed I was closer to 15 weeks. Needless to say, the March 3 due date was a bit off.
Bed rest for a week, followed by drastically cut hours (to accommodate my apparently weak uterus), and a verboten on sex.
Well, we went back to the ob Friday, and got the new due date: December 29. My birthday's the 21st, and my brother's is March 3rd, which gave me the uncomfortable feeling that I have the same sex schedule as my parents. Even at 31, that weirds me out.
I had the event Saturday, so one project down. Now I just have left:
1: Yard Sale
2: Move
3: Oh, I don't know, a freaking WEDDING (well, my sister's the official planner, but I still have to oversee everything)
4: And to keep it sane so I don't freak out on my fiance, friends, co-workers, family and various strangers while dealing with incubating this human life.
So, I figure I can just keep everything here (when I'm not scribbling in one of three notebooks I always carry) and perhaps that can keep me focused, as well as wean my off my Facebook games dependancy.
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