Wow, I forgot how hungry I get when I am pregnant. Eating is the only thing that make my stomach feel better, you know until I try to put my pants on.
I also forgot how thinking about food can make you dry heave. I have a thing about bananas, they can't have any brown spots or those weird stringy things. I currently have some excellent bananas, but if I am eating one and think of a bad banana, it sounds like I am hacking up a fur ball. Packing my lunch yesterday I was picking out an apple and each one had a hole, which commenced the gagging in the fridge. Bud laughed because he sucks. Don't you wish your husband could experience the hormones of early pregnancy.
Well, it is almost 9:00pm so I need to get to bed, because I'm 8.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Milestones
Just a few bullets, this has been a big week at our house.
- Maddie peed on the potty for the first time on Monday. And again today.
- Owen is starting to read by himself. Some of it is clearly memorized but he is sounding out words.
- I am outgrowing all of my pants.
- Doritos are the best food ever.
- Everyone I speak to has bad breath. Gag
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Getting the word out
Well we went with the blurt method to tell my mom. Mostly because we were going to dinner with her and I was really hungry and didn't want to take the time to stop at a store. She was thankful, because the clever ways usually go over her head.
She was really excited. She immediately started asking when we would know gender so she can start shopping. And she pointed out she got a big raise this year so she can by more. Aren't Grandmas great.
My dad was a little more like "eh... on purpose?" But he did call today to apologize and say he is excited, he was just caught a bit off guard.
Bud still hasn't told his family yet. He is having issues with his mom right now, and doesn't feel like telling her. Of course this is killing me because it seems unfair for my family to know and not his. Oh well.
I will wait to tell folks at work. Unless I throw up in the hallway or something. Speaking of.. we have a young male teacher D. who really lacks social skills. He was in the hall the other day with a student who looked a little rough. He was telling her he needed to write a pass. Well she started throwing up in a trash can..... and he stood there talking to her. "oh that sucks huh" Later I told him, when people are throwing up they just want you to go away...far far away. Seriously, can you imagine barfing with someone talking to you? Especially your teacher? Obviously he is single.
She was really excited. She immediately started asking when we would know gender so she can start shopping. And she pointed out she got a big raise this year so she can by more. Aren't Grandmas great.
My dad was a little more like "eh... on purpose?" But he did call today to apologize and say he is excited, he was just caught a bit off guard.
Bud still hasn't told his family yet. He is having issues with his mom right now, and doesn't feel like telling her. Of course this is killing me because it seems unfair for my family to know and not his. Oh well.
I will wait to tell folks at work. Unless I throw up in the hallway or something. Speaking of.. we have a young male teacher D. who really lacks social skills. He was in the hall the other day with a student who looked a little rough. He was telling her he needed to write a pass. Well she started throwing up in a trash can..... and he stood there talking to her. "oh that sucks huh" Later I told him, when people are throwing up they just want you to go away...far far away. Seriously, can you imagine barfing with someone talking to you? Especially your teacher? Obviously he is single.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
We still haven't told anyone (except my best friend). I am still looking for a fun way to tell folks. Especially my mom. I just talked to her today, she is babysitting my nephew (5) and niece (9 months) in a few days. She informed me that she is over the whole baby thing and can't wait until Niece is older and walking because babies are boring. Yeah... So maybe she won't be all that excited. My dad was here a few weeks ago, which coincided with our anniversary. He told us to "be careful" because two kids is enough. I am predicting we will be the only excited people. It makes me a bit sad.
Of course, I sobbed through the first 40 minutes of "Raising Helen" yesterday, so I do understand I am a little emotional. And I feel a bit queasy. Not the standard sick to my stomach feeling, more like vomit has crawled up into my throat and is waiting there. Sounds weird. I am nervous about the morning sickness. With my son I thought I had it pretty bad because I was always feeling a bit sick and gagging, but never actually threw up. With my daughter it was about the same until the morning I was 8 weeks. I could not stop throwing up, I had my first doctor appointment that day so I told the nurse about my "flu". She laughed, and pointed out I didn't have a fever, diarrhea, muscle aches, chills and that I was in fact pregnant.
I really didn't think pregnancy could make a person puke that much. And I kept it up until I was about 22 weeks. It was really hard, and my mom kept saying it would be a girl and it would be worth it! Apparently a boy wouldn't have been. So, I don't really care if we have a boy or girl I just don't want to puke that much. Crossing my fingers.
Of course, I sobbed through the first 40 minutes of "Raising Helen" yesterday, so I do understand I am a little emotional. And I feel a bit queasy. Not the standard sick to my stomach feeling, more like vomit has crawled up into my throat and is waiting there. Sounds weird. I am nervous about the morning sickness. With my son I thought I had it pretty bad because I was always feeling a bit sick and gagging, but never actually threw up. With my daughter it was about the same until the morning I was 8 weeks. I could not stop throwing up, I had my first doctor appointment that day so I told the nurse about my "flu". She laughed, and pointed out I didn't have a fever, diarrhea, muscle aches, chills and that I was in fact pregnant.
I really didn't think pregnancy could make a person puke that much. And I kept it up until I was about 22 weeks. It was really hard, and my mom kept saying it would be a girl and it would be worth it! Apparently a boy wouldn't have been. So, I don't really care if we have a boy or girl I just don't want to puke that much. Crossing my fingers.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Holy Cr@p!
So...yeah apparently we still got it. I am 5 weeks pregnant.
So this makes three! What was I thinking? Sure it all sound good in the hypothetical, but now I am a little freaked out. It will just take a little time to settle in. We haven't told anyone yet, I want to find a fun way to tell my mom, since my brother is done and this will be our last, it is her last grandchild. Any suggestions would be welcome!
So this makes three! What was I thinking? Sure it all sound good in the hypothetical, but now I am a little freaked out. It will just take a little time to settle in. We haven't told anyone yet, I want to find a fun way to tell my mom, since my brother is done and this will be our last, it is her last grandchild. Any suggestions would be welcome!
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Doctor
Periodically, events from the past pop into my head for no real reason. So driving home the other night I remembered this one.
I was in 4th grade schooching my chair forward and bumped myself on the desk. There was a shooting ,horrible pain in my chest. Later I found a lump where I had hit myself. One of my parents closest friends had just died of cancer, so I was terrified that I had some sort of cancer. It took a few days before I got the courage to tell my parents about it. They were both a bit freaked about it and decided I should go to the doctor. My dad had his own business, so it was easier for him to go with me, because my mom was working at the time.
The doctor examined me then told me everything was fine, blah, blah blah...Only years later did I get the rest of the story from my mom. The doctor had me go out of the room and had this conversation with my dad.
Dr: Your daughter is developing.
Dad: Developing what??? Cancer?
Dr: No developing, you know, .....puberty.
Dad: Puberty?
Dr: Yes, your daughter is developing breasts.
Dad: No she's not.
Dr: Yes, she is.
Dad: No
Dr: Yes
Dad: No, she's only ten. You're wrong. She is a baby.
Dr: I'm not wrong, and ten is when they start to develop.
Dad: You are a quack, and stupid and wrong. They should take your license away.
Later dad tells mom.
Mom: Oh, my God, of course. Why didn't I think of that. We need to shop for a training bra.
Dad: You are all crazy, I think they will go away.
I'm pretty sure I am the only girl to ever go to the doctor for getting boobs. I also imagine the fun the doctor has had over the last 25 years or so telling the story. All his doctor friends hanging out telling stories of stupid patients and him saying "oh, I have the best one ever!"
I was in 4th grade schooching my chair forward and bumped myself on the desk. There was a shooting ,horrible pain in my chest. Later I found a lump where I had hit myself. One of my parents closest friends had just died of cancer, so I was terrified that I had some sort of cancer. It took a few days before I got the courage to tell my parents about it. They were both a bit freaked about it and decided I should go to the doctor. My dad had his own business, so it was easier for him to go with me, because my mom was working at the time.
The doctor examined me then told me everything was fine, blah, blah blah...Only years later did I get the rest of the story from my mom. The doctor had me go out of the room and had this conversation with my dad.
Dr: Your daughter is developing.
Dad: Developing what??? Cancer?
Dr: No developing, you know, .....puberty.
Dad: Puberty?
Dr: Yes, your daughter is developing breasts.
Dad: No she's not.
Dr: Yes, she is.
Dad: No
Dr: Yes
Dad: No, she's only ten. You're wrong. She is a baby.
Dr: I'm not wrong, and ten is when they start to develop.
Dad: You are a quack, and stupid and wrong. They should take your license away.
Later dad tells mom.
Mom: Oh, my God, of course. Why didn't I think of that. We need to shop for a training bra.
Dad: You are all crazy, I think they will go away.
I'm pretty sure I am the only girl to ever go to the doctor for getting boobs. I also imagine the fun the doctor has had over the last 25 years or so telling the story. All his doctor friends hanging out telling stories of stupid patients and him saying "oh, I have the best one ever!"
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