My appointment went well. We heard the heartbeat. I was a little freaked out at first because I couldn't hear it. I remember how strong and clear it was with my daughter. Of course, what I remember is the last part of my pregnancy with her.
The heartbeat was perfectly clear to Gwen. She finally asked me if I was hearing it. Uh, no. Don’t I look like I’m freaking out over here? She pulled the little speaker part closer, and I could barely hear the little whooshing sound (slower than my daughter's). I did clearly hear the pops when the baby kicked at the little thing, though. My daughter used to do that too.
This is the first appointment where I saw my doctor. He was so excited to see us (I can't believe he remembers us, but I've been assured by other patients of his that he actually does have a memory like that). He told us that a little over 2 years was a good age gap (not like we can change it now, so he might as well!).
I haven't gained any weight. Shocking, considering that I eat everything in sight and get very little exercise. My husband told me not to use that as an excuse to, ahe put it, "balloon."
I've been waiting for what seems like forever to hear that little heartbeat, so I am ecstatic! Now, I have to make a list of all the people that I need to tell! Let's see....grandparents, a couple of friends....hmmmm.....
Don't worry, Dana. I'll get to you meme first thing tomorrow morning. I'll have to think about some of the cartoons I watched. I know I can definitely put down Jem.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Dr. Appointment Today!
I'm leaving in about 45 minutes to go sit in my doctor's office for hopefully less than 2 hours to see my OB. I can't wait to hear the little heartbeat. I'm so excited. My blood pressure will probably be high since I'm so excited. Oh, well. I'll post again when I get back. I need to start thinking about who all I have to call and who I'm going to call first, etc., etc., etc.
Monday, June 20, 2005
When I Started This Blog....
I had high hopes of updating everyday. Well, at least every weekday. I haven't done that at all recently. I'll try harder.
Well, I'm not so stressed out this week. Maybe that's because I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow and I'm so excited. I get to hear the little heartbeat. My husband and parents are sure that it will be more than one heartbeat to which I reply, "It better be! My heart better be beating as well." I then get the look -- you know, the don't be a smartass look. So, since I am the only one who expecting to hear two heartbeats (including mine), I guess I'll find out tomorrow. And maybe I'll skip the 4th and 5th meal I've added to my day.
Well, I'm not so stressed out this week. Maybe that's because I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow and I'm so excited. I get to hear the little heartbeat. My husband and parents are sure that it will be more than one heartbeat to which I reply, "It better be! My heart better be beating as well." I then get the look -- you know, the don't be a smartass look. So, since I am the only one who expecting to hear two heartbeats (including mine), I guess I'll find out tomorrow. And maybe I'll skip the 4th and 5th meal I've added to my day.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
I'm sorry....
for the lack of posts. I'm not having a good week. Probably because I'm beyond broke and it's depressing me. I'm not sure how I'm going to pay for daycare, and it sucks to use birthday money to pay bills. I know that God won't give me more than I can handle, but what He thinks I can handle and what I think I can handle are way different. He has a lot of faith in me.
Anyway, I must say that I know that I'm very lucky. I have a wonderful husband who loves me very much, a healthy baby girl, and I'm pregnant with another one. If I could get the money thing in my life under control, I would be completely and utterly happy (at least I think that now because that it my one all-consuming worry). So, I guess I'll stop the pity party now...
Just 29 weeks and 2 days -- the pregnancy hormones will stop. That will help. We won't go into the other hormones that kick in at that point.
I'm really not as depressed as I sound now that I read back over that. I hope tomorrow's post is better. Maybe I'll try to post again tonight.
Now, I have been tagged by Melody.
What 5 Things do you miss about your childhood?
But first the rules to this meme game:Remove the blog at #1 from the following list and bump every one up one place; add your blog's name in the #5 spot; link to each of the other blogs for the desired cross pollination effect.
1. Loose Leaf http://looseleafnotes.com
2. Lu's News http://luann919.blogspot.com
3. Marti http://marti2212.blogspot.com/
4. Melody http://melslifeinanutshell.blogspot.com
5. -A- http://motherswork.blogspot.com
Next: select new friends to add to the pollen count. (No one is obligated to participate).
1. Elise Fish Out of Water
2. Heather Was That My Out-Loud Voice?
3. Amanda The Mommy Files
4. Dawn Overactive Imagination
5. Dana Craz4acop And Many Other Things
Let the game begin.
1. I miss having picnics with my brother and Cody. Since we grew up as just the three of us, starting when I was about 8 years old, daycare was abandoned, and my brother, Cody and I stayed home during the summer. Yes, that does mean that my brother was only 6 (and so was Cody), but our fathers worked within a quarter mile, any emergencies could be quickly handled. Anyway, we would have a picnic everyday. We would make up a pitcher of Kool-Aid (which means that we would have permanent Kool-Aid mustaches), sandwiches (my brother and I would have PBJs until Cody introduced us to the "perfect" grilled cheese sandwich -- toast the bread, put a piece of cheese between the two slices and put in the microwave for 15 seconds). We would put it all in the wagon and walk down to an open grassy field spread out a blanket and have a picnic. At about 100 degrees everyday. Never phased us.
2. I miss waking up early on Saturday morning to watch a show called Jem or Gem that no one I've ever met remembers except for me. She was a singer. I just remember that the vents for our heater were in the floor, so I would take my blanket and pillow, go out into the living room, and lie down so that I was laying just above the vent with the blanket over me catching all the warm air. The living room was cold, but I was warm under the blanket. I also ate unfrosted Cherry Pop-tarts every Saturday morning. They don't make them unfrosted anymore. It's a shame. Those were my favorites.
3. I miss swimming in Cody's pool. They had an above ground pool, and we would spend hours swimming in it having dunking fights and trying to make whirlpools (that works much better with more people). I also miss how tan I would get during the summer with so little work.
4. I miss school. Maybe it's less missing school and more of a nostalgic feeling of being in elementary school. I remember in 1st grade, my teacher would let us grade each other's papers if we finished our work before everyone else. Well, I was a nerd, of course I did! I also got lots of extra time to read (which was great!). Of course, 1st grade also held the horror of timed tests. I can't believe they torture kids with those. I hope they have done away with them. I could do the math easily (and probably within the time limit), but start the clock ticking, and I couldn't think at all. This didn't go away until at least 4th grade or so. At some point I must have gotten good at it though because I didn't have any trouble when I got to SAT and ACT tests in high school.
5. I miss the innocence. I miss the time when the biggest worry was whether or not so-and-so had decided not to be friends with you today (which also meant that you had to check with whoever made those decisions to see who you were supposed to ignore). Maybe that's a small town thing. Or just my town. Or whether you had to worry about being a faster runner than the boys (did that make you less appealing?). We used to play the elaborate games of tag where you would get led away to some sort of "holding area" (I don't remember -- we were 8 or 9) The goal was for the boys to get all the girls there. I could always escape. They just couldn't catch me once I took off. I would get caught once in a while, but once I caught my breath, I was gone again. Maybe that's why I never gained weight when I was a kid. Hmmm....note to self.....once the baby is born, organize a massive game of tag.....
Anyway, I must say that I know that I'm very lucky. I have a wonderful husband who loves me very much, a healthy baby girl, and I'm pregnant with another one. If I could get the money thing in my life under control, I would be completely and utterly happy (at least I think that now because that it my one all-consuming worry). So, I guess I'll stop the pity party now...
Just 29 weeks and 2 days -- the pregnancy hormones will stop. That will help. We won't go into the other hormones that kick in at that point.
I'm really not as depressed as I sound now that I read back over that. I hope tomorrow's post is better. Maybe I'll try to post again tonight.
Now, I have been tagged by Melody.
What 5 Things do you miss about your childhood?
But first the rules to this meme game:Remove the blog at #1 from the following list and bump every one up one place; add your blog's name in the #5 spot; link to each of the other blogs for the desired cross pollination effect.
1. Loose Leaf http://looseleafnotes.com
2. Lu's News http://luann919.blogspot.com
3. Marti http://marti2212.blogspot.com/
4. Melody http://melslifeinanutshell.blogspot.com
5. -A- http://motherswork.blogspot.com
Next: select new friends to add to the pollen count. (No one is obligated to participate).
1. Elise Fish Out of Water
2. Heather Was That My Out-Loud Voice?
3. Amanda The Mommy Files
4. Dawn Overactive Imagination
5. Dana Craz4acop And Many Other Things
Let the game begin.
1. I miss having picnics with my brother and Cody. Since we grew up as just the three of us, starting when I was about 8 years old, daycare was abandoned, and my brother, Cody and I stayed home during the summer. Yes, that does mean that my brother was only 6 (and so was Cody), but our fathers worked within a quarter mile, any emergencies could be quickly handled. Anyway, we would have a picnic everyday. We would make up a pitcher of Kool-Aid (which means that we would have permanent Kool-Aid mustaches), sandwiches (my brother and I would have PBJs until Cody introduced us to the "perfect" grilled cheese sandwich -- toast the bread, put a piece of cheese between the two slices and put in the microwave for 15 seconds). We would put it all in the wagon and walk down to an open grassy field spread out a blanket and have a picnic. At about 100 degrees everyday. Never phased us.
2. I miss waking up early on Saturday morning to watch a show called Jem or Gem that no one I've ever met remembers except for me. She was a singer. I just remember that the vents for our heater were in the floor, so I would take my blanket and pillow, go out into the living room, and lie down so that I was laying just above the vent with the blanket over me catching all the warm air. The living room was cold, but I was warm under the blanket. I also ate unfrosted Cherry Pop-tarts every Saturday morning. They don't make them unfrosted anymore. It's a shame. Those were my favorites.
3. I miss swimming in Cody's pool. They had an above ground pool, and we would spend hours swimming in it having dunking fights and trying to make whirlpools (that works much better with more people). I also miss how tan I would get during the summer with so little work.
4. I miss school. Maybe it's less missing school and more of a nostalgic feeling of being in elementary school. I remember in 1st grade, my teacher would let us grade each other's papers if we finished our work before everyone else. Well, I was a nerd, of course I did! I also got lots of extra time to read (which was great!). Of course, 1st grade also held the horror of timed tests. I can't believe they torture kids with those. I hope they have done away with them. I could do the math easily (and probably within the time limit), but start the clock ticking, and I couldn't think at all. This didn't go away until at least 4th grade or so. At some point I must have gotten good at it though because I didn't have any trouble when I got to SAT and ACT tests in high school.
5. I miss the innocence. I miss the time when the biggest worry was whether or not so-and-so had decided not to be friends with you today (which also meant that you had to check with whoever made those decisions to see who you were supposed to ignore). Maybe that's a small town thing. Or just my town. Or whether you had to worry about being a faster runner than the boys (did that make you less appealing?). We used to play the elaborate games of tag where you would get led away to some sort of "holding area" (I don't remember -- we were 8 or 9) The goal was for the boys to get all the girls there. I could always escape. They just couldn't catch me once I took off. I would get caught once in a while, but once I caught my breath, I was gone again. Maybe that's why I never gained weight when I was a kid. Hmmm....note to self.....once the baby is born, organize a massive game of tag.....
Monday, June 13, 2005
Update
Not much to report. I am 10 weeks, 2 days. I have another doctor's appointment next Tuesday. At that point, we should hear the heartbeat. I can't wait.
The morning sickness seems to be going away slowly (knock on wood). I have decided that much of my morning sickness is psychosomatic (I feel certain that I misspelled that). Anyway, my problems seem to occur getting in and out of a car (putting a toddler in the car, for example). Also, I feel the need to gag if I get more than 2 feet from my bottle of water. And if I don't get to my water quickly, the gagging starts and won't stop. But, if I can get to my water, I can usually take a few deep breaths and drink some water and relax. So, I obsessively carry water with me wherever I go.
I'm starting to look pregnant instead of just fat. Yay! I was hoping that happened soon. Next Wednesday, I'm wearing maternity clothes to work. They may look big, but they are much more comfortable than the stuff that doesn't fit quite right anymore. I can hold out until then. After my appointment next Tuesday, I am going to tell the two women that I work with (one of them is my direct supervisor). Then I will sit back and see how long it takes for the information to make its way through the grapevine. My guess is that everyone will know within 48 hours. And those that don't are way out of the loop.
Tonight is potato skin night. Which means that I am making potato skins for my husband and something else for me because I don't eat potato skins when I'm not pregnant, and it's all that I can do to make them for him when I am. Well, it's almost time to go. I guess I'll get the Michael Jackson verdict on the radio on my way home.
The morning sickness seems to be going away slowly (knock on wood). I have decided that much of my morning sickness is psychosomatic (I feel certain that I misspelled that). Anyway, my problems seem to occur getting in and out of a car (putting a toddler in the car, for example). Also, I feel the need to gag if I get more than 2 feet from my bottle of water. And if I don't get to my water quickly, the gagging starts and won't stop. But, if I can get to my water, I can usually take a few deep breaths and drink some water and relax. So, I obsessively carry water with me wherever I go.
I'm starting to look pregnant instead of just fat. Yay! I was hoping that happened soon. Next Wednesday, I'm wearing maternity clothes to work. They may look big, but they are much more comfortable than the stuff that doesn't fit quite right anymore. I can hold out until then. After my appointment next Tuesday, I am going to tell the two women that I work with (one of them is my direct supervisor). Then I will sit back and see how long it takes for the information to make its way through the grapevine. My guess is that everyone will know within 48 hours. And those that don't are way out of the loop.
Tonight is potato skin night. Which means that I am making potato skins for my husband and something else for me because I don't eat potato skins when I'm not pregnant, and it's all that I can do to make them for him when I am. Well, it's almost time to go. I guess I'll get the Michael Jackson verdict on the radio on my way home.
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