After a reality-check from dear husband, I have affected a turn-about in my previous eating / exercising habits.
Previous:
Eating: sure!
Exercise: um, later?
Now:
Eating: let me figure out how many points that food is, and journal it in my spiffy journal!
Exercise: on my NEW TREADMILL.
See, I'm a whole new woman!
In all seriousness, this was a needed change. Now that I'm heading into the second trimester, it's time to be realistic about the affect this pregnancy is going to have on my already overweight body. Time for me to step up and make some changes. Dear husband and I have worked out an accountability system, and we're good to go.
On another exciting note, a good friend who was very much hoping for it just found out she's pregnant, too. She's almost 6 weeks along, which puts her a month and a half behind me. I'm excited to share this time with someone who is so enthusiastic and excited about all of the details - I'm boring the non-pregnant folks to death!
Off to treadmill, and catch up on Dr. Phil. Thank god for Tivo!
Monday, February 21, 2005
Friday, February 11, 2005
Turn on your love light
It's been a while since I've updated, but the site's been on my mind. I didn't have much to talk about, other than the state of my constitution and even I was sick of hearing about that.
But now, we have news. We have a heartbeat, strong and certain. 160 bpm and whooshing along out loud, for everyone to hear. The baby's already a show-off.
The whole experience was very strange, and surprisingly moving. I closed my eyes to listen, and finally realized that there is a tiny little something living inside of me. INSIDE OF ME. Could life be weirder, or better?
And for the first time in my life, I have a weight issue to brag about: I have gained only one pound in the entire first trimester. One pound. Enough said.
No updated sonogram picture - I guess the next one will be around 20 weeks. That's when people can find out the gender, if they want to. And I've decided, for both of us, that we want to. Deciding on one name is hard enough - I'm not deciding on two if I don't have to! I haven't decided whether or not to share the gender information with people when we find out, but we'll probably share. I've never been good at keeping my mouth shut, and we all know it.
We're off to Cancun for a week, where the baby and I are going to enjoy the sun, and the food, and the virgin drinks. And if life continues to be good, this recent reduction in morning sickness will keep up through the vacation, if not longer. I've heard this weird thing about babies needing food, and it's high time I was able to keep some down. But I've also heard that a virgin daiquiri has fruit in it, so we'll be okay, either way.
But now, we have news. We have a heartbeat, strong and certain. 160 bpm and whooshing along out loud, for everyone to hear. The baby's already a show-off.
The whole experience was very strange, and surprisingly moving. I closed my eyes to listen, and finally realized that there is a tiny little something living inside of me. INSIDE OF ME. Could life be weirder, or better?
And for the first time in my life, I have a weight issue to brag about: I have gained only one pound in the entire first trimester. One pound. Enough said.
No updated sonogram picture - I guess the next one will be around 20 weeks. That's when people can find out the gender, if they want to. And I've decided, for both of us, that we want to. Deciding on one name is hard enough - I'm not deciding on two if I don't have to! I haven't decided whether or not to share the gender information with people when we find out, but we'll probably share. I've never been good at keeping my mouth shut, and we all know it.
We're off to Cancun for a week, where the baby and I are going to enjoy the sun, and the food, and the virgin drinks. And if life continues to be good, this recent reduction in morning sickness will keep up through the vacation, if not longer. I've heard this weird thing about babies needing food, and it's high time I was able to keep some down. But I've also heard that a virgin daiquiri has fruit in it, so we'll be okay, either way.
Sunday, January 30, 2005
you deserve to know
I don't want to get too exuberant, but the last three days have been low-nausea days. No EMS at all! I figured you all deserve to hear the good stuff, too.
Of course, this reduction in symptoms has made me worry about the baby's health, but since brain-freezing fatigue has come to take nausea's place, I've had my concerns assuaged. Baby is clearly still well, and still bent on sucking all of my energy for it's own uses. I would expect no less from a child of mine.
8 weeks, 4 days!
Of course, this reduction in symptoms has made me worry about the baby's health, but since brain-freezing fatigue has come to take nausea's place, I've had my concerns assuaged. Baby is clearly still well, and still bent on sucking all of my energy for it's own uses. I would expect no less from a child of mine.
8 weeks, 4 days!
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
over the moooooooonn!!!!!!!
I was in Philadelphia a few weeks ago, at a bar with my sister. Before anyone contacts child welfare, I was drinking Sprites only, I promise, and the bar was non-smoking.
I am a sucker for the video-game machines they have on the ends of the counters. So I was down playing, and the extremely intoxicated fella next to me joined in. He was about 24, wearing a sports jersey. Now normally I really don't like people getting all up in my video game playing but he wasn't bad, so I let him play. He turned out to be pretty decent, despite the intoxication.
A few drinks later, he asked me to dance. I've been hit on before since getting married, but it's pretty infrequent (rings on both fingers usually does the trick). But I've never been hit on when I'm married and pregnant. I didn't want to be totally uncool, and old, so I hesitated to tell him, but I finally did.
He lit up like a lightbulb. He asked how far along I was, was it a boy or girl, was I hoping for a boy or girl, and on and on. My own husband, the father of the baby, may not have ever asked those questions! Then he looked at me and said "You must be over the moon!!"
Needless to say, this was not the response I was expecting. It made my night.
I am a sucker for the video-game machines they have on the ends of the counters. So I was down playing, and the extremely intoxicated fella next to me joined in. He was about 24, wearing a sports jersey. Now normally I really don't like people getting all up in my video game playing but he wasn't bad, so I let him play. He turned out to be pretty decent, despite the intoxication.
A few drinks later, he asked me to dance. I've been hit on before since getting married, but it's pretty infrequent (rings on both fingers usually does the trick). But I've never been hit on when I'm married and pregnant. I didn't want to be totally uncool, and old, so I hesitated to tell him, but I finally did.
He lit up like a lightbulb. He asked how far along I was, was it a boy or girl, was I hoping for a boy or girl, and on and on. My own husband, the father of the baby, may not have ever asked those questions! Then he looked at me and said "You must be over the moon!!"
Needless to say, this was not the response I was expecting. It made my night.
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Our baby blob!
We had our first sonogram on Tuesday. Baby is 100% healthy. Even saw the heartbeat flicking away.
Doc says that the chance of miscarriage is now "very, very low" so I can quit worrying about that.
Replacing the worry about miscarriage is the dawning realization that a baby is going to come to live with us forever. Yes, I know that I should have known this before, and I'm sure I thought I understood what it meant to get pregnant, but I was very mistaken.
But I won't get into the list of things that I'm now worried about, in order to keep this post one of celebration. Because joy is at the top of my list right now.
The baby is the white cotton-ball fuzz in the upper left of the sac. The doctor thinks the head is at the top (like it makes a difference!)
Doc says that the chance of miscarriage is now "very, very low" so I can quit worrying about that.
Replacing the worry about miscarriage is the dawning realization that a baby is going to come to live with us forever. Yes, I know that I should have known this before, and I'm sure I thought I understood what it meant to get pregnant, but I was very mistaken.
But I won't get into the list of things that I'm now worried about, in order to keep this post one of celebration. Because joy is at the top of my list right now.
The baby is the white cotton-ball fuzz in the upper left of the sac. The doctor thinks the head is at the top (like it makes a difference!)
Sunday, January 16, 2005
National "Not Nearly As Much Nausea Day"!
Yes, everyone, today is National "Not Nearly As Much Nausea Day"! And if you don't understand the significance of such a day, then you have either never been pregnant or have not read the rest of my blog. For which I forgive you.
Today I
1) went out to brunch
2) ate the brunch without any dry-heaving
3) kept the brunch down!
4) have kept the small nausea at bay with the Coca-Cola that dear husband thoughtfully picked up for me. I do appreciate the gesture, but find it very hard to understand how it can be so difficult to remember this: CAFFEINE-FREE REGULAR COKE. That's it! That's all you have to remember, dear husband! I currently have a fridge full of Caffeine-Free Diet Coke, and Caffeine-FULL Regular Coke.
It's a banner day in our household.
Today I
1) went out to brunch
2) ate the brunch without any dry-heaving
3) kept the brunch down!
4) have kept the small nausea at bay with the Coca-Cola that dear husband thoughtfully picked up for me. I do appreciate the gesture, but find it very hard to understand how it can be so difficult to remember this: CAFFEINE-FREE REGULAR COKE. That's it! That's all you have to remember, dear husband! I currently have a fridge full of Caffeine-Free Diet Coke, and Caffeine-FULL Regular Coke.
It's a banner day in our household.
Saturday, January 15, 2005
early warning detection systems
There really should be some sort of early warning detection system for pregnant women. It would prevent the sister of said pregnant women from calling and, with no warning, suggesting burritos for dinner. At which point, said pregnant women would have to turn away from the phone to dry heave, leaving her nauseous for at least an hour afterwards.
With such an early warning detection system, the callers would float a trial balloon before commencing with ANY discussion of food, food products, plans for dinner. This will also extend to any discussion of morning sicknes, nausea, or the pregnany in any way.
Ugh.
With such an early warning detection system, the callers would float a trial balloon before commencing with ANY discussion of food, food products, plans for dinner. This will also extend to any discussion of morning sicknes, nausea, or the pregnany in any way.
Ugh.
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