Vacation

We are on vacation this week and will be celebrating our 1 year anniversary. I will not be taking my laptop so you will have to go a whole week without hearing about how I feel like I am going to puke.

Happy 4th of July!

Sickness

At 6:30 AM I was eating a granola bar while I was still dripping from the shower. It seems Biscuit decided today would be a great day to introduce me to all day sickness. Well, all day nausea. Sprite is my new best friend and it’s clear that I am going to need to eat every 2 hours or I pay the price. I wonder if I look as green on the outside as I feel on the inside.

The bad part of all this, which I am sure is quite normal, is that I have absolutely no desire to eat. Nothing sounds appetizing at all. Nothing. Not even a big plate of nasty nachos with peppers and salsa, which I LOVE, sounds good. I am trying not to be “that girl” who complains and is whiney but damn, this sucks.

In other news we are leaving for vacation this weekend and I cannot wait. While I am a little (OK, A LOT) bummed that I can’t drink while at the beach, I do need it. It’s been a YEAR since we went on a weeklong vacation and as stressful as our jobs and lives have been we both need to just chill.

We plan on telling Jake we’re pregnant on the drive to Louisville Friday. SP needs to tell Jake’s mom first which I am sure won’t be a great conversation. I am trying to be sensitive to the fact that she can’t have children. Ultimately, what she thinks doesn’t matter, but I don’t want to come across as cruel or insensitive especially after having gone through only a small part of what she has gone through. I doubt she’ll appreciate that and she’ll likely cry when SP tells her, but we tried. Jake, well, he won’t care I am sure of it.

Today I feel: sick, tired and a tad crabby. I am blaming the latter on the lack of sleep due to the broken AC and going to a concert on a school night. There is a glimmer of hope where my sister is concerned so I am focusing all my positive energy her way.

A rose by any other name

As the reality of pregnancy sinks in just a bit I am reading more and searching online for all the latest baby items that are sure to make your child the cleanest, brightest, most liked kid on the planet. I am trying not to get too overwhelmed by all the stuff or the looming reality that everything I do now potentially impacts Biscuit.

To keep it real, I find humor in the absurd things that they “sell” to moms-to-be. Like the baby naming consultants I heard about on the radio. Did you know these existed? I didn’t. It seems rather impersonal to have a consultant name your own damn kid. Impersonal, and lazy.

We won’t be using a consultant to name our baby. I think we did a good job coming up with Biscuit. I mean Biscuit Farfsing has a nice fluffy ring to it, right?

Seriously, I guess to some the name defines the person hence all the celebrities who change their name. But that leads me to question if ma and pa baby name consultant user paid big bucks for a name, does that really guarantee them that the name will actually be used? And, does it really guarantee them a child of substance and high moral fiber? Nope. All it really promises is that they will be a) out of money, b) able to tell people they used a consultant to name their kid and c) made fun of by people like me.

Today I feel: concerned for my sister. Hot, hot, hot since our AC went out and it’s 83 degrees in this house. Hungry and tired seem to be the norm now. We are heading out to see John M*yer so hopefully I can still hang.

Sadness

Life ebbs and flows and sometimes waves knock us on our ass while we are reveling in the spectacular beauty of a blazing sun against a bright blue sky. Other times we catch the wave and ride its foamy crest to the shore. And yet other times we are riding the wave or it’s crashing down on us while those around us are experiencing the exact opposite.

My sister finds out she’s pregnant only to feel sadness mixed in with her utter delight when contemplating telling me. I get blood work confirming my pregnancy and my sister ends up at the doctor having an ultrasound due to spotting.

The waves of life aren’t fair. How does one celebrate when someone they care about is experiencing such sadness? Please say a prayer for my sister and Mike and go here for more info.

Today I feel: sad, tired and HUNGRY.

Dawn

So, I haven't talked to Dawn but per her blog she's spotting again. I'm more focused on that than anything else. Say a little prayer for her, Rooster and Bean.

Jump board

There are many benefits to exercising while pregnant, or so every book I have skimmed thus far says. With that are these rules like keep your heart rate below 140 and don’t go horse back riding or rappelling.

Since I exercised before I have no intention of stopping unless directed so by my doctor. But now, I have all kinds of crazy things to think about that never phased me before. I experienced this earlier this week when I rode my bike for the first time since the news.

To say I was a little paranoid would be an understatement. The battery on my hear rate monitor is dead so I had no clue what my heart rate was and likely went a snails pace compared to what I normally do for fear I would cause some duress to Biscuit (Yes, Biscuit. SP and I used to joke we were going to name our kids biscuit and gravy.). While fretting about my pace I also wondered if I should be wearing my helmet. I typically don’t because there are no cars on the trail. Sure I could still wreck and whack my head on the pavement, but that helmet drives me nuts. Might need to reconsider that, and get the new battery for the monitor.

Today, that panic came during Pil*tes class. Having taught for over four years I know that you can take classes pretty much up to when you give birth with modifications. One modification is not lying flat on your back after your first trimester. I’m not there yet so I have that covered. What I couldn’t remember though was jump board. I thought it was the same as lying flat but I wasn’t 100% sure. So, when I did jump board I did a scaled down version just in case my memory was wrong. Thankfully it wasn’t.

Today I feel: hungry and thirsty.

There's a baby in there

Progesterone - 22.3
HCG - 2356

Now, I don't really know what these numbers mean other than they confirm what the 4 pregnancy tests said. I AM PREGNANT.

I'm gonna be a mom and SP is going to be dad. Holy hell!

At this point there are a few things we do know and a few we don't. We are both in agreement that we are going to find out the sex of our baby. Some may argue that in doing so we take all the surprise out of it, but let's be honest, when I push a human the size of a bowling ball out of my whoha I am quite confident I am going to be surprised.

We are in agreement that my ta-tas are bigger but my belly really doesn’t look any different.

We are not in agreement about what will happen after the baby is born. I am a firm believer in the value of stay at home moms. SP doesn’t want me to stay home.

To this day I can remember sitting at the kitchen table on Oakwood doing activities with my mom. I don’t think it would mean as much to me if that memory was of some random day care provider. The conflict with the stay at home thing is that I actually have a job I like. This isn’t a new dilemma, women around the world struggle between career and family every day. Now, it’s our obstacle to overcome. One of many things we have to decide and I hope we make the decisions that are best for our baby.

Today I feel: a little pressure in my lower belly. And thirsty, always thirsty.