Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Shredded wheat is my food du jour (I don't know how to say week in French, so Day is it. You know what I mean though) and I'm gagging right now thinking of the quart of milk I've had this last week. Its just not right. I hate milk...but for the last two weeks, only ice cold milk, shredded wheat and fresh, red fruit (yes, just like the size reference above. weird.) will do.
Oh, and I've become one of the wackos who owns a fetal heart monitor. I got a $750 model on craigslist for $100!! Talk about a steal. Too bad my sister looked at me and D like we were Tom and Katie when we whipped it out for an impromptu heartbeat listening session. This thing is awesome. I wonder if my doctor would be pissed that we have it. I hear that some of them discourage their use since parents may freak out the one time they can't pick up a heartbeat. Let's throw caution to the wind, shall we?! Its worked everytime for us...even though we are technically at the very earliest stage where the monitor works. This dude/tte has a STRONG little pumper!
What Baby is up to: Your baby is growing like mad, putting on about a millimeter every day and continuing to straighten out in the trunk. Though you can't feel it yet, baby is moving those little arms, legs and (now only slightly) webbed fingers and toes like crazy.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Well, I definitely require a 20 minute nap every day at around 11:00 am. One day when I woke up and went to the office kitchen to get my dose of green tea, the secretary asked me if I hurt myself. She pointed to a dotted bruise on the side of my face. I ran to the bathroom to see what calamity had befallen me, I realized it was the impression from my green stone yoga bracelet. I was basically advertising to the world that I had my face down long enough on my desk to leave a silly putty-like print. Great. To avoid the sweater or bracelet lines etched in my face resulting from my little snooze, I've found that my black quilted leather jacket makes a fine bedfellow. Its really forgiving...and best of all, leaves no imprint!
What Baby is up to: Baby's brain -- both hemispheres! -- is growing fast, generating about 100 new cells every minute. Arms and legs are emerging as joints start to form, and a permanent set of kidneys (baby's third!) is now in place.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
A very fresh, very large fruit salad is looking pretty refreshing in my head right about now. I've been working on a list of ingredients in my head. Is it possible for me to become even more obsessed with food? Not likely. I loved food before I became pregnant. Unfortunately, I will be bidding my favorite food, the majestic blue crab, adieu for now. Thinking of cooked shellfish is making me ill. I never thought it'd come to this.
On the food topic...my girlfriend gained a significant amount of weight during her pregnancy and she has warned me to be careful about packing on too much weight when I become pregnant (little did she know that I was already expecting when she dished out this little nugget of advice). She immediately dropped 30 pounds post-partum and I think she looks great. She still has about 40-50 to go (according to her, at least) and it got me thinking.
I have always been pretty conscious about what I eat. I avoid carbs like the plague, save for a slice of wheat bread here or there) and try to work out at least three times a week. We all know that doesn't always happen but now that I'm pg, I feel like I need to kick it up a notch. I am therefore making the promise right here, right now people, that I will NOT eat with reckless abandon and blame it on the baby. No, the baby does not need Ring Dings and Ho-Hos. The baby doesn't need that delicious piece of tiramisu staring at me from the window of the Italian bakery, cold with condensation. Mom wants all of those things and she's too afraid to admit that she just wants to indulge her sweet tooth. This may be more difficult than it sounds now, but I promise you baby that I will not go nuts in the Entemann's Outlet and blame it on you. I will find some other way to justify the extra 1,500 calories that day. I swear.
I'll wait until you're a little older and I'll blame it on the fact that all Drake's Cakes need to be tasted for possible contamination before you have one as a treat.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
I've decided that I will eat a half bologna, white American cheese and miracle whip sandwich on wheat every day until I deliver. I normally hate sandwiches, but I'll add it into the rotation until I find something more interesting.
My sister somehow thinks I'm not as excited as I should be. I am excited! I just choose to play out this excitement by reading all pregnancy-related materials I can get my hands on. I also secretly don't want to be one of those people who talks about The Baby every.five.seconds.
Oh, and I will be taking a hard line against anyone inviting me to whine or commiserate about every pregnancy symptom. Its a pregnancy, people, not Ebola. Get your portable plastic garbage pail, your Tums, and keep it moving.
P.S. Just found our bologna (or any cold deli meat) is a pregnancy no-no. Unless its heated until steaming to kill any bacteria. Gross. Looks like its going to be cheese and avocado sandwiches from here on out.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Of course, my sister Itoldyouso'd me. See, this is why I had to tell so soon in the first place...those two were grilling me about it the whole time. My mother even tried to adjust my shirt and skirt when we took her out to dinner on Mother's Day. I have to admit that it irritated me a bit when she did that (who's not sensitive when they are bloated...I just came from a weekend spent walking around Baltimore in 85 degree weather.)
I was happy I spilled the beans though. They are ecstatic!
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
We got up early and found a prime parking spot right in front of the hospital (thanks to my planning ahead on a parking site). Once inside, the dr. asked if we had any questions. We didn't really. We're newbies to this so we really had all the questions in the world but no specific ones at the same time.
We went into the small examination room for the ultrasound. We see the sac, the small white spec...and to our complete surprise, we hear the heartbeat! The look in the The Big Fella's eyes was priceless. I think I saw a tear.
Of course, D wanted to tell everyone right away. Hearing the heartbeat made him proud and he was bursting to tell someone. We made a deal to tell my mom and sister, and his dad and brother and sister.
That night, I created a 5x7 card in photoshop to send as an e-mail to my mother and sister to share the news.
Too bad I had to go to work immediately thereafter. Sucks.
What Baby is up to: Growing like crazy, baby is starting to sprout eyes, ears, nose, cheeks and chin. Those little hands and feet- still webbed like paddles- might wiggle by week's end, the heart is beating (almost twice as fast as yours!), and blood is starting to circulate.