Lunch with the Old Old Job

I had lunch with two friends from my old, old job today - the job that involved being an engineer and purchaser, was high stress and well, to be honest - sucked every ounce of energy out of my being.
I enjoy occassions with the people from this job - lunches, dinners, drinkies every once in a while. It is a time to catch up, a time to complain and in general a time to let some steam off.
The one friend recently survived the one person in each department must be cut layoff (29 people total), the other did not (but will be working through 12/4). As for the one who didn't, his wife was laid off from the company too in the same bout of layoffs.
For the amount of people that were laid off, some were the right decision. But, I feel they missed some total wastes of oxygen.
But back to lunch - we complained, we let off some steam, and overall I feel sorry for the friends still there. Corporate sucks.

Rooting for the Refs

Let me preface this by saying: I voted this year. For the most part I have been voting since I came of age to vote. I love our country and always have. I agree with the current President on some issues, and I'm sure I'll agree with the President-Elect on some issues too. I disagree with both of them on a lot - does that mean I could fix the country? Hell no. Does that make either of them evil? Not any more evil than politicians tend to be.

When talking to people who are fervent in their position. Be it sports, be it politics, be it religion or anything else that people are spirited about, I decided a long time ago that I can't really change a fanatic's mind. Just like a fanatic can't really change mine. I'm bull-headed that way. I like to have conversations and ask questions, but I don't like to be preached to, talked at or influenced by someone who is an uber-devotee.

When asked in conversation, I have told people who I voted for or planned on voting for, but unless you ask, I don't put it out there. For the most part I'm just a fan of the process. I think you should look at the websites of the people who are running for lesser offices instead of blindly going in there and picking the name that sounds nice. I don't think you should stick to a party line all of the time. I think you should vote - or not vote if both the choices suck. I think you should serve jury duty. I think you should formulate your own opinion and shouldn't let someone sway how you feel either way.

Heads or Tails? - the coin is bound to land on the edge one of these days.
Religion? - pick one or don't.
When the big game is on and I don't care who wins? - I tell people I'm rooting for the refs.
It might sound a little Swiss, but for me - a lot of it is in the process.

Democrat or Republican? - Just exercise your right to vote.

Overstimulate me, Part 2

Went to PA for the week last week.
There were plenty of ups - Sage got to meet the best aunt EVAARRRRRR, Sarah. Sage slept for 6 hours solid one of the nights, and he got to see the house his momma grew up in. He also behaved on not one, but TWO plane rides.

And then came the nuns.
In a classic case of overstimulate me, we went to Grandma's work to meet the retired nuns. These ladies are sweet and kind. And they gravitate to the under two set like nobody's business. After an hour and a half (this was going to be a 1/2 hour tour) of being ohhhh'd and ahhhh'd over, somebody let us know that he was hungry. Grandma didn't believe it, so mom went to the car and picked up his bottle. I came back to find the poor little man in a fit of hunger - and grandma was convinced not to let the kid settle down when he signals hunger.

overstimulate me

The outlaws were in town this past weekend. Talk about your standard case of overstimulate the child!
The poor little guy just didn't know how to settle down after the whirlwind of grandma, pa and aunt.
He slept well in the afternoon, but sporadically overnight with increased feedings and crazy crying jags this morning. If I didn't have a total lack of sleep myself, I would say something is up.
Anyway, kelly got a new iPhone, so in addition to bitching about the outlaws, I can test this puppy out.

We have a Rita's?!?

So one of the benefits of living in cary is a cute little tan newsie letter that has coupons and storys and a sudoku (how could you not love sudoku).
On page 3 or so there is a coupon for the Rita's at Morrisville.
Glancing at all of the Hurricane readyness pages, flip, flip flip waitasecond - Turn page back - A RITAS!!!!!!!
For those of you that aren't Urban Suburban Philly Natives - Ritas makes Italian Water Ice (Pronounced: Talyan Wooder Eyes). For the longest time there were things that you couldn't find outside of the Philadelphia Area - Tastycakes, Soft Pretzels, Hoagies and Cheesesteaks, Water Ice, etc. And you missed them. Craved them (like through all of pregnancy).
Silly me, I wasn't looking for Rita's to sell out and become a chain - but lucky me, there are 4 of them in the area (Morrisville, Cary, Apex and Raleigh!). They are a little more store-front than the window we used to go to in Havertown, but hey - at least I don't have to trek 8 hours to get a gelati anymore.

Oh yeah, I've been keeping the Sage posts separate -
wallingoffspring.blogspot.com

Cat Discovers Baby - 3 1/2 weeks

And although I would like to say the cat remains unphased, he is unusually interested in the crying baby.

6 day old - 3, parents - 1

Shortly after midnight on the 19th, my water broke and I went into labor.

Shortly before noon on the 19th, William Sage was born!

I'm sure one of these days I'll write about the experience, but for now - the babe!

9 pounds, 4 ounces

22 1/2 inches

11:41am, July 19, 2008

Cool jive collar, eh?

Despite a couple of mellow days in the hospital, the kid seems to be winning.

Not that we're keeping track.

Some tips for first time mothers - keep the kid and you awake during feedings - otherwise they'll use you like a human pacifier.

Don't worry about pooh. Yes, they want the kid to pooh and pee, and they don't as much as you would like them to. Don't worry - the kid will have a massive explosive blowout the minute he's back on track. It will get all over the diaper, the outfit, the car seat and everything. Then you can stop worrying about pooh.

Don't be a fingernail chicken. You have to clip or file or bite. otherwise your kid will be wearing mittens until age five or have scratches all over their face. (Clipping is a small victory - celebrate!)

Think ahead. Feeding takes a while and has you in one place. Line up a drink, snack, your cell phone, a watch or timer, and book or magazine (if you can read, instead of having to jostle the kid every thiry seconds) all in reaching distance.

Still smilin' on this end, but mornings have been better than afternoons!

41w

Still preggers.
Weird dream last night though.
Was in current condition and gambling with my mother at a roulette wheel.
She bet on 18, I didn't want to repeat her bet so I took the two numbers above 18.
It came up on 18 and she won - the spin before that was 18 too, on which I won.
Weird.

40w6d

Surprise, still preggers.

Plenty of Amniotic Fluid - thriving child - uncooperative contractions.
Husband is open to idea of more sex with beached whale looking wife to get things moving.
Option to strip membranes (not half as sexy as stripping) was approached today.
Will probably opt for that on Monday - induction appointment set for next Thursday's appointment.
When the doc called in for the appointment he called and asked to speak to someone about "THE BOOK". I thought it was hilarious.
Found out that the only doctor in the practice that is mediocre (in my mind) is no longer taking deliveries or surgery. Whew. Funny doc from today is on call for the morning of induction, one of the ladies is on call after that.
Doc today tried to convince me that Pitocin isn't half bad - just quicker than natural.
I think I need a little bit of build-up instead of being kicked in the head to start meaningful labor. Hence the Monday stripping of membranes decision. Hopefully it'll work (stats from him were 50% within 24hrs). Friend in Scotland said his wife had it done twice with no result and a 2 wk late child. Called it something more pleasant tho - membrane sweeping.

Anyway - wish me luck - kid by next weekend.
A week late tomorrow.
Joy!

40w5d

Still preggers - and no child on great-great grandma's (mom's mom's mom) b-day! I think that was the last of the milestone days for the mama's side (4th - great g-ma b-day, 11th - parents engaged, 15th g-g-g-ma's bday) - the only milestone left is kel's parents anniversary - a distinct possibility being on the 21st (pls. let this child arrive before then!)

The cat seems to be less limpy (or at least he's getting faster at limping?!?) and turned into a little demon spawn at the vet appointment yesterday - all hissy and scratchy and devil like. He is now up to date on Rabies and must have been given some good pain meds. Either that or he growled it out to the vet tech. The interesting challenge will be giving the rest of the pain meds to him once a day for the next 4 days.

Lunch went well, got to see Malia and cutie Marissa. And I'm in the know for Kel's benefits -hopefully we'll have a chance to discuss during the next few days before enrollment closes.
That of course was the jist of my day yesterday and today will just be an errand running day - Whooo hooo - the ultimate holding pattern.

40w4d

So a laid back 4 days overdue has turned into a day that actually has plans!
Lunch at 11:45 with Malia and Marissa, Vet appointment with a newly limping Chil-E at 2 and webinar at 4 to see what Kel's new healthplans are before open enrollment starts tomorrow.

Good thing I have no idea what day of the week it is - I'm counting things in overdueness now.
I also look at expiration dates and think, I should have a kid by then. It is kind of weird.
Kid should be hear before the milk and yogurt expires, but we should finish that cheese before the grand entrance.

As for now, still in the pregnancy holding pattern - movement from the kid, no contractions, and water still intact. When/if something happens, it is going to catch me off guard.

40w3d

Holding pattern - the semi-good kind.
I'm still just over 1cm (the doctor mentioned 1.5, and then 2, but really was straining on the 2 probably because the chart has said one for the last 5 visits and she wanted to make it sound like I've been making progress).
All went well with non-stress test number 1. The kid cooperated and moved fairly regularly. The monitor and hookups recorded as they are supposed to - maybe a little too well - The only thing that didn't read well were the contractions. There were NONE. Not even a flicker of one. Flatline if I ever did see one.
All went well with Fluid Measurement Ultrasound too. Enough to keep the little bugger floating until the next round. Also confirmed that the kid is still a boy, and that his head is still down.
Why is this good? Because I'm still on the natural route. At least until the big three (water break, an hour of contractions @5 mins or a low kick count) happen or Thursday when the next round of tests go down. This I can smile about.

And now for the no wonder I'm tired today part of the blog in two parts.
Part One: So my husband always wakes up tired in the mornings. No matter what time he goes to bed, he will tap the snooze bar more than once if I'm still in bed. It kind of makes up for me being a morning person and hitting the wall around 10-10:30 at night. If I'm not still in bed - you know having to check out the large truck noises (see part two) or filling the cat's food bowl (the little snot of a cat has been walking on us and staring us down until he gets an ample amount of food - not realizing that the queen of the household needs beauty sleep and the king of the house doesn't wake up for shit), he shuts the whole alarm system off (including my alarm, if there is one set).
It must be because he is chasing rabbits - or communicating with the unborn child using morse code in a semi-unconscious state.
How does that work you ask? So whenever I get up to pee (every 2.5-4 hours during the night these days), Kel moves into a position that enables snuggling when I get back. I don't think he knows he does this. Sometimes it's so I can spoon him from the back, sometimes it is so he can spoon me, sometimes it is so I can get the nook of his arm, etc. So at pee interval #2 he snuggles me from the back, and puts his arm around the ever growing belly. In about five minutes the kid is kicking away (who hoo - empty bladder, more room to kick, let's kick, I also have no regard for time, whooo hooooo!) and Kel starts tapping back. Being somewhat ready to go back to sleep, I'm like that is cute and all, but really - it is some ungodly early hour and I would like to go back to sleep. And it keeps going on - and on - then I realize, the Kel is asleep and doesn't realize he is tapping back at the kid. I think he'll be mildly surprised tonight when I tell him what he was doing.

Part Two: Why am I hearing a large truck outside at 6:37 in the morning? And still at 6:43, and 6:51? I'm not so good at just laying in bed - so finally at 6:53 I check it out - nobody should be active that early in the morning. I put on scrubby clothes and peek out the front door - A FIRETRUCK?!?!?! Before I have a chance to question, it pulls away - there goes my sleep for the morning.

Nap time might just come early today - the rain isn't helping.

40w2d

This kid owes 20 cents in fines already and it looks like he'll hit the $2.00 max, way to start out in the hole!
In the meantime, I ran errands this morning, trying to accomplish and all (for the most part, getting out of the house so Kel can accomplish stuff too). This afternoon's activities are a little bit more sedate and consist of sleeping for 3 hours and growing the worlds largest pair of cankles.
No regular contractions, no water breakage. Why should 2 days past due be any different from the rest of pregnancy?

Due Date, Plus One (40.1)

Yesterday, on the due date appointment (or as I refer to it: the fifth stinkin' appointment at 1cm), the discussion turned to what happens next. I didn't have to plead for the two weeks, instead was given the option of waiting for either 1 or 2 weeks for the induction process. Of course, like the birthplan, this is all up in the air. I chose 2.
Here's what can happen - at any time in the next two weeks (come on kiddo - ) the call goes in if contractions happen at a regular rate, more than the one a day I've been getting or my water breaks.
Nightly kick counts (7x movement per 2 hour period - hasn't taken longer than 10 minutes ever). Phone call to the office if kick count isn't there, then trip to hospital to get the kid out.
Monday (14th) and Thursday (17th) non-stress tests and ultrasounds to check baby wellness and amniotic fluid levels. Check to see if dialation has progressed. Instant trip next door if baby isn't thriving or fluid levels are low.
Thursday (17th) - appointment made for the 24th for ripening and then induction on 25th.
Monday (21st) and Thursday (24th) NST and US like the week before.
Joy Joy!

Go day! Kind of fruitless thus far.

Now if a due date actually meant something.

Today is the due date appointment (10:45a), where we discuss options and the next two weeks (please little one, decide to come out before then). If I were a gamblin' girl, I would say that the appointment for induction will be set either on the 24th or 25th (because I'm going to convince the doctor to wait as long as possible) and then will go into labor at a completely inconvenient time during week 41. So mama's prediction: labor 3am, hospital 10a on the 17th, delivery early on the 18th.

Over the last day and a half, the little joker has decided that he wants to travel in what I can only assume is the right direction, creating an interesting sleep and walking experience for what has been (up until now) a great pregnancy. He is starting to head down it putting a not-so-fun amount of pressure on my pelvis. It isn't too bad once I'm in a comfortable position, but turning over and getting up is just a battle. A battle that involves a lot of UMPH noises.
That and last night was some sort of tumble-thon olympics. If I knew better, I would say he probably flipped into breech just to spite me. Not even a week old and the kid is messing with me. I'm in for it the next 18 or so years.

We'll keep you posted, but right now, the kid is staying put - happy due date!

Week 39.5

Whew! A nap does a body good. I've been a little bit more tired lately, but then again, the kitchen at work was super hot today too so that didn't help any either.

The "welcome to the world" pedicure is complete (fuzzy pic, sorry). I got out early yesterday (totally shocking, since the pastry chef was back after a week of vacation and she just piles work on when it isn't necessarily needed), and figured I am at the point where clipping my toenails is more of a circus act, so lets get a little pampering in. I think it is the same lighter than light blue that I wore for the wedding. A little swollen, yes, but mostly the fat feet that have come down through the generations.

We still haven't trained the grandparents not to ask if there is a baby yet. Do you think we would let it slip our minds or something? Whoops! Kelly what are we going to do, we forgot to tell our parents!!! The Paternal grandparents don't even say hi when they call any more - it starts right into "IS THERE A BABY YET?" The Maternal grandparents at least say "hi" or "what are you up to" before laying into the baby talk.

I have started to pack a hospital bag - sort of - more realisticly I have piled three things on the computer desk that will go into a hospital bag when I finally get my butt in gear enough to do it.

It is just one of those things where you can't pack it all because you need shampoo on a daily basis at home instead of in a bag destined for the hospital.

The only thing I really want to know is: Is it like the doctors appointments? Where once it is packed you get worked up and ready to go, only to be at one centimeter for the 4th week in a row? or does having a bag packed automatically send you straight into labor?

A new to us sofa made its appearance in the living room while I was at work on Saturday.

It doesn't look like there is much going on in this picture - but trust me there is plenty. Not only is it a double reclining awesome leather sofa, see the nice pretty brown boxes at the end? The one on the bottom reinstituted my faith in mail order after a month long, pulled the pregnancy card, whining on the phone, get my racks to me before my child is born, all out customer service war with Ikea. That bottom box you see is an order that was placed with EFaucet.com yesterday at around 2:30 pm. It was shipped GROUND by UPS and got here just before three today. Yes people, there is a customer service department somewhere on the planet that knows how to get shit done. (Okay - Zappos is awesome too). Of course it is with a company that I won't have to use again for a while, but then again, I know where I'm going back if I need another faucet anytime soon.

In knitting news - I just finished felting my first felted project. And am almost finished with the felted baby soakers from Lionbrand freebie patterns (first project for the child). Just have to get a little velcro sewn in and I'll be good to go. I have to say - this pattern sucked. The counts were off, the instructions were incomplete and it was just kind of a cluster all around. Luckily I faked my way through it and came up with something decent.....

Last but not least, the only redeeming thing about the ikea racks are that they are now installed. Bringing the kitchen one step closer to done....

Weak 39

It really is weak 39.
Still 1cm, baby's heartbeat is strong, the kid is kickin' up a storm and is faking me out - hanging low during the day and coming back up to say hi to my ribs at night.
Since the shower, I have been feeling a constant pang of hurry up and be born already - but have yet to pack a bag for the hospital. This feeling is exacerbated by everyone asking if I'm in labor yet. My ankles decided to loosen up and hurt this week too just to add to the fun (normal).
I'm still working, the head pastry chef is on vacation this week. Luckily, she totally overprepped us for this week, so we have been getting out early every day. Although, I have to work tomorrow, I gave the intern off and only have to proof and bake baguette. Might make a round of souffle as well. but that is about it!

Week 38

This week's go-round put us at a little bit more than a centimeter.
At this rate, we'll have a kid in about September or so. Maybe the house will be ready by then.
So much for the house though - I'm about ready.
I'm tired of my elders asking if I'm in labor whenever they talk to me.
I'm ready for getting out of bed without looking like a beached whale and peeing in a cup without peeing everywhere else too. Add the slightly less embarrassing truimph of placing socks and shoes on feet you can barely see/reach and I'll be good to go. If I could only wear flip flops to work.
Oh the joys that nobody tells you about.
Now if I could only get my husband to learn infant CPR and choking rescue.
And an answer to the question - can this belly get any bigger?!?!
Oh yeah - and what am I missing - I know I'm missing SOMETHING for the baby or for me.
Who knows - I'll realize it at 3 in the morning when either the kid is wailing or I am.

And holding steady at 1/2 an inch

Week 37 - 1cm dialated, no effacement, no antibiotics during labor (Group B test came back negative). I have been feeling okay - big - I look in the mirror every morning and wonder how big I can get - and every morning it seems to be a little bit bigger! I'm getting uncomfortable when sitting or driving and I have to lean forward. This week one of the docs and I went over the birth preferences list that I had written. Nothing too out of the norm, but it answered the questions that I was wondering about.
So, 0-5 weeks. At this point if I go into labor, not likely, I'll be allowed to continue. And if I don't, 5 weeks will probably lead to induction or something. Not too worried about that at this point.
I'm still working and today just wasn't a good work day - the day the weekly exams for the last two weeks have been tired kind of work days.
That must means its nap time.
Happy Saturday!

the beginning of a journey starts with half an inch

Week 36 - The shower is done, the thank you notes are written (and sitting in a pile waiting to be mailed). What's left? Well, another month (plus or minus) of trying to get more work done on the house before the kiddo makes his appearance. The doctor's appointments are now weekly and I have instructions for when to call the office. I'm one centimeter dialated (and can be for the next month) and all the stats are where they should be.
T-minus ????? and almost ready to go.

Amy and the Kicky Kiddo

Whew! I got startled in the middle of the night (new house, new noises) and the baby took an adrenaline hit or something - 3:30-4:30 kick-kick-kick-kick-kick-kick-kick. So what's a girl to do? That's right - snuggle up to her hubby and let him feel his son go nuts.
The last week or so has been okay. The hours at work have been limited, so I've been putting in some time at home unpacking, getting stuff done. Getting the renter/homeowners association thing worked out (over a scooter people, a scooter!) Everybody best be happy now, 'cuz you get what you get after today (a small ramp and pavers near the house for parking - but you can't park the thing in a parking space?!?!)
I haven't been nesting per say - but just trying to get stuff in its place. We're at about 5.5 weeks left and it just feels like too much of a deadline. Moving as a preggo definitely has its disadvantages.
Well, it has been a busy one here, and it's going to be an early one tomorrow - so off to bed.

Amy and the Rough Day

For the first time in a while, I had a rough day. One of those days where nothing was wrong, per-se, but just wasn't right. I had trouble waking up for a good part of the day and just finished a two hour nap, just to catch up. Although the nap felt good, I still feel like I'm not awake enough. I haven't worked more than a 8 hour day this week, so that feels pretty nice (compared to the 11's that I was pulling the week before). There is a student working in the kitchen with us during the day so we have been getting out around 3:30 or so - which leads you to believe that there is a whole world of other stuff out there. Like painting, and working on the checklist of stuff to be done pre-baby - birth plan anyone?
Well, back to it - have to find a higher energy level around here somewhere.

Happy Mother's Day

Sometimes even your own mother can point something out that you didn't realize.

She let me know that my son is a righty - I didn't even think of it looking at the ultrasound pic.

Dessert Girl, Part 11?

Who knows what number we're up to in training and keeping a dessert girl (in the one year that I have been working at the restaurant).
There have been quite a few - walter, kiev, laura, laurel, meredith, dan, the guy that got demoted from garde manager, and a short list of one-dayers that didn't hack it.
This one is a real trip, welcome robin.
I worked an 11.5 hour shift today because somebody doesn't know what the hell she is doing after 3 weeks, refusal to take notes on how to do the job and utter ineptitude.
It doesn't take a rocket scientist. Really. You have to have a pulse and a little motivation to do the job. I'm fairly certain that she has a pulse. That's about it, a pulse maybe.
Other than that, she is an idiot. Not to mention slow. And annoying (asking the same questions, even though the answers should be written in a notebook that she refuses to bring, stating things that have no relevence, general stupidity).
In the first time in a year, the first that I have seen, Chef has dumbed down the plate designs and has allowed her to use squiggles - a pet peeve of the boss-man.
Oh the joy!

Amy and the Non-Informed Mothers (he he he whooooo)

The all-day long, get it out in one chunk of time, super baby-birthing class. 8:30a-5p
That was today for Kel and I (well, that and packing from then until now).
Sooooo... I was the least furthest along in the class (30 weeks vs. 34-5 - all due in early June).
But I seemed to be the most in the know. Ya know?
So you would think that people would want to read the book, take a peek at what is going to happen to your bod, know what they are in for, after experiencing something new - look it up or ask their doc what is going on, stuff like that right? Nope, the other 12 couples had nothin' on me.
The teacher was sweet and we learned a lot. We got the tour, learned some breathing and laboring techniques, what could go wrong, what to look for in a birthing plan, etc.
The other people in the class were fun but clueless. Chalk it up to a Saturday in Early May.

Braxton Hicks - Whats that? Who's he?

Not really knowing what to expect (yeah, you can read about it and all - but that doesn't do this whole pregnancy thing any justice - the books say things like breast tenderness and mild, sporadic uterine contractions - but what does that really feel like?!!?) - I had my first Braxton Hicks contraction on Friday.
I was thinking it was going to be more like cramps - good old fashioned, once a month, general feeling of ill-will in my lower gut. I guess I forgot that my uterus is now up to my boobs and it felt like I had a three inch belt on around my bellybutton that got sucked in victorian corset "hold on to the bedpost" style. Yikes! Had to sit down for a minute.

In all honesty - I always thought that Braxton Hicks were two people. Turns out it is one dude.

Oh well, you learn something new everyday - and reading about it ahead of time doesn't really prepare you for it ALL.

The Trouble with College Student Slackers

Today is Wednesday. The day where the pastry chef feigns having a day off and comes into work and leaves when she feels her pregnant assistant can handle the rest of the day. It would've been a short pastry chef day, but the College Student Slacker who is running the dessert station decided that she was going to bake off the two mini Souffles we made on Tuesday for a VIP tonight and eat them. She skipped the prep list of stuff that we left for her and instead ate souffle. Someone needs to learn that the dessert cart isn't her personal buffet stand. This put both the pastry chef and assistant pastry chef in a FUNK of a mood today that made working such a joy.
Anywho.
7th month of pregnancy - go! The kiddo is a kicker and today particularly enjoyed resting hard on my bladder - for ~2.5# and ~16", you wouldn't think it would be that big of a pressure - but dang!
As for moving - Still packing and taking boxes over to the other house. Which is coming along at a snails pace (even more so that Kelly is in Atlanta overnight for work. Maybe I can get a good night sleep - HA!

Shocker!

After decades of being fashionably challenged, pregnancy doesn't magically change this.
After three hours and three stores (not including drive time), I ended up with a maternity t-shirt. Pretty frickin' lame considering all of those baby-doll fashions are back right now and every pregnany woman I see looks good in clothes?!?!
Anyway - thoroughly disgusted with the in person stuff, I have resorted to online-ing it.
We'll see what happens.

Kickin' away on the inside

Someone (who we mostly refer to as "Bubba" and "your son") is kickin' his little heart out. What I've been feeling for a couple of weeks (from the inside), was experienced from the outside by both of us over this past weekend. I was reading in bed and felt a pretty good one. Put my hand in the same spot and sure enough, grabbed Kel's hand and he felt the next one. Pretty real now.

Went to a 22 wk appointment today - and surprise - bubba was active. The doctor of the month (have to see all five at this point) dopplered the little guys heart beat. He dodge and weaved a little, and then got 'em - 3 beats - and then a whole bunch more squirmin' around. Next appointment is the dreaded glucose test. I hate needles (unless they are used for knitting).
Kiddo will probably be super active after that.

It's either flutters or gas.

Finally feeling a couple of flutters in the belly. Yesterday was kind of rumbly, like lunch was kicking back, but tonight there was at least one sure fire nudge from the inside.
I got my husband really well tonight and then couldn't stop laughing. I told him the kiddo was kicking and then knocked him upside the head while he was trying to feel it. Seriously, this kicking thing is more of an inside out than an outside in kind of thing. Karma is going to bite me in the ass for that one.

It's a Boy!

More pregnant than fat?

So the last couple of days have been interesting.

I had my first pregnant belly rub (for some reason people love rubbing pregnant bellies :) )

Imo, I am starting to look more pregnant than fat. Now, if I ran into an old friend on the street they wouldn't say "oh you're pregnant". They would more likely look at me in the way that people expect news from you, but wouldn't dare ask, b/c being wrong when you ask someone if they are pregnant is slightly embarassing.

Tomorrow is boy/girl day. Which means if the kiddo cooperates, today is the last day of not knowing (for me anway, see previous post). My thoughts are swimming. The worst part is that I want a boy and I'm not sure how I'm going to react if they tell me its a girl. Actually, the worst part will probably be going to the appointment by myself. Enjoy your ski trip honey!

Vengeance Hormones

My husband had the nerve to tell me he had good news on the phone today.
Actually he said he would tell me when I got home from work and I told him to just get on with it (bc I pretty much know what it was anyway).
He will be starting (another) new job on Monday the 11th of Feb. Whoo hooo! Benefits, more pay, joy joy.
How does one celebrate this sort of news? By telling his old job that he is giving 1-ish week notice and he wants to take next week off to go skiing in Utah (they said ok?!?!).
All fine and good, with a big old BUTTTTTTTTTT -
What day has the ultrasound to determine the sex of our child been since the 4th of Jan?
Smack dab in the middle of next week, Feb 7th.

Oh well, guess one of us will know the sex of our child and will hang it over the head of the other until about July or so when the baby is due.

Aren't hormones great.

Grandma to be's Birthday

Today was supposed to be the day that we told the grandparents to be.
Somehow Kel convinced me that we should tell his parents in person and we ended up doing that over Christmas. You can't tell one set without telling the other - so the maternal g-folks got the news via phone/email.
Why today? My Moms bday - was going to send her a grandma card, but no dice.
Today is my day off from work, so I had lunch with Malia and her daughter Marissa, and then dinner with Drew, Brooke and Andy tonight.
January is about half over.
Lately things with the baby have been interesting. I have felt some growing pains from the inside (round ligament pain?) and have generally been sleeping like ass. So much so that my purchase of the last twenty minutes was a body pillow. Thinking about taking a nap to break it in, but first I have to complete a cupful of my latest "craving" shall we call it.
I have had three of these wonderfully sugary, void of health concoctions in the past week - ICEEs!
Happy naptime y'all!