Thursday, March 31, 2005

A tiny problem

I've now had 5 doses of Robitussin in two days (3 today), and I'm fondling the bottle a lot more often than that. Is this bad? It feels bad. I considered "Robitussin" as a name for the baby today. But only if it's a girl! :-)

Say it loud, I'm big and I'm proud!

Two milestones in the last two days:

1) Maternity Pants. They are now on my official list I keep of miraculous inventions, joining zip-lock bags, wrapping paper with grid-lines on the backside, and Special K Red Berries Cereal.

2) Someone outside of my family noticed my little belly! My neighbor Patricia, who lives on her stoop, called down to me yesterday "you're starting to show!" Patricia made me very happy. Sometimes Patricia scares me a little, but not yesterday.

Less than two weeks until the BIG sonogram! I'd like to see the little bugger moving, just for reassurance. The last few days I've had to take a little Robitussin to make sure my horrible coughing doesn't spark labor, and the first ingredient in Robitussin is "alcohol." I've had 4 doses now, and they're each about a teaspoon. I can't imagine that it's going to cause lasting damage; hopefully the baby is enjoying a little buzz.

We've picked out a crib, and I've picked out some crib linens. I'll make the final decision after we know the gender - I wouldn't want to scar the poor thing by having a firetruck in a girl's crib, or a pretty butterfly in a boy's. Someone would be calling CFSA on me for sure.

I've decided to aquiesce to my mother's wish that I not set up the nursery, or even have much baby stuff here, before the kid is born. Jewish religion/superstition. I am going to paint, and pick everything out, but I'll leave it to her to coordinate getting it all set up while I'm in the hospital for as many days as I can stretch the insurance. I truly don't understand the women who rush to get home after labor. If they decided to let me move into the hospital, I would do it for sure. Meals brought on a tray? Yes, please. Someone to change my bed-linens? Sign me up. Cable TV, a call-button to a nurse, and a lactation consultant standing by? Seriously, who would pass this stuff up?

Sunday, March 27, 2005


Here's me at 8 weeks and at 16 weeks. And since I've gained zero pounds so far (how many times have I mentioned that?) - that's all baby, baby! Posted by Hello

Friday, March 25, 2005

Long-awaited update!

If there's anyone who actually checks this, I apologize for not updating for a while. Moving into my second trimester, I'm not quite as obsessed with every detail as I was before. Here's where we are today:

16 weeks, 2 days. I'm definitely getting a pooch, but it's only detectible to us so far (being as my previous pooch is great camouflage). It's almost like my old squishy pooch has been replaced with a very firm one. I'm working to get some comparison photos posted, so stay tuned for that.

We have blood tests in a week, and the BIG sonogram in about 3 weeks (April 12). I almost cannot wait. I saw a friend's sonogram photos from her 14-week visit, and you cannot believe how much it looks like a baby. He was sucking his thumb! So I am excited to see ours, since we only had the one sonogram at 7 weeks so far. And that looked like anything except a baby! (No offense, baby).

Everyone knows how much I've always wanted a little girl. So this will surprise most, including me, but I have gotten myself so enamored with the thought of a son that I fear I will be disappointed if they say "girl"! I'll get over it, no worries there, but I really have fallen for the idea of a son. So I guess we're in a win/win situation. The best kind.

And the biggest news? The morning sickness is just about gone. It was going, and then it was back, and now I think I've kicked it for good. It's been 7 whole days, and that's a LOT. So much relief that I didn't turn out to be one of those women who vomits the entire pregnancy. Because this child would be an only child for sure, if I was one of those women.

A thorough update? Please leave a comment if you feel I've left anything out.