Wednesday, July 25, 2012

15 weeks and some belly shots

No, not the kind  of belly shots you do off of your friend's stomach at a seedy college bar.

I'm now 15 weeks pregnant. That sounds so... surreal. I didn't think I'd ever be here. But, here is where I am.

CLOTHES
I no longer fit in any of my pre-pregnancy pants. Luckily I'm still rocking the dresses. I'm loving that I'm in this tweener stage during summer... bring on the sundresses! But there are some days I want to wear pants... and really, that's a struggle. I have no shirts to wear to work, and one pair of maternity pants that fit me. I own two pairs of maternity pants, but one pair is still too big.

SYMPTOMS
Overall, I'm feeling pretty great. The only thing that is a bit irksome is that I'm finding it difficult to get comfortable to sleep. I spend my nights tossing and turning. And it's not due to pain or any real reason... I just can't seem to get comfy.

Also, I'm still having crazy vivid dreams. And often I have a handful a night. I always seem to wake up in between them. That also doesn't help with me getting some solid rest. Sometimes the dreams are scary, sometimes just bizarre, sometimes sexual, and sometimes nice. Last night, I dreamed that I gave birth to a baby girl. But, I don't read too much into that, as I've already had a dream of our gender scan, and it was a boy.

I figure if that's all I have to complain about, I'm doing pretty well!

WEIGHT GAIN
I've stopped weighing myself (at least for now). I was weighing myself every day, and focusing a bit too much on that. So for now, I'm sans-scale. Last weigh-in, though, I was up 8 lbs. Even if I gain a pound a week from here on out, I'm ok with that. From what I have read, most women don't gain too much in the third trimester. But who knows what I'll do.

BOY OR GIRL?
In one week from today is our gender scan. I'm so excited. I get teary-eyed thinking about the moment when I find out if our little baby is a boy or girl. I'm going to cry buckets at the appointment, I just know it.

As I mentioned above, I've had two dreams about baby, and in one it was a baby boy, the other a baby girl. I think I'm just so excited to know that the topic has made its way into my dreams.

According to the Chinese gender predictors, I'm having a boy. But those Chinese gender predictors are tricky. "Month you conceived" is one of the questions. That seems like an easy question, right? Well, with frozen embryo transfers, do you use the month that sperm fertilized egg? I would assume so. Or do I use the date of conception I use at the doctor's office, which is 6 days before embryo transfer (since my embryos grew for 6 days in the lab). Luckily for me (I guess?), both options are the same, and say boy.

Going by the Mayan even/odd thing, I'm predicted a girl. To determine this, you use the mother's age at conception and the year of conception. If both numbers are even or odd, it's a girl. If one is odd and the other even, it's a boy.

Based on the old wives tale about acne, I'd say I'm having a boy. My skin has been pretty normal so far, with less breakouts than before pregnancy. Of course, this week I had a bit of a breakout, but that's really the first one so far.

I didn't really have morning sickness, so that points to boy.

Baby's heart rate has been above 140 at all of our appointments, which points to girl.

But all of the speculation will soon be over! One week...

BELLY PHOTOS
And finally, here are some belly shots. I dropped the ball during week 13 and forgot to take a photo. My belly is definitely getting bigger, but I don't think I've quite "popped" yet. I think it will happen soon, though!


Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Since this appears to be happening...

Well, so far so good.

I'm currently 14w2d pregnant. Heard little babe on the doppler last night. Things are good.

I feel great, honestly. No migraines recently, no vomiting. I seem to have some energy back (I think that's what staying up until 10 pm all of the sudden means. No more 8:30 bedtime for this girl!).

So, as the days pass, the more I think this might really be it. Yes, I know I'm not anywhere close to being out of the woods, but I am allowing myself to get excited. And to prepare. Which leads us to the point of this post...

There are a lot of things to stress about when it comes to having a baby (insert Captain Obvious joke here).

Daycare
I'm fairly certain that I will only be able to take 6 weeks off from work when baby arrives. So, I'll be needing a daycare pretty quickly after giving birth. Apparently the waiting lists in my town are insane, so I've been calling around.

Looks like I'll be spending about 30% of my (just mine alone, Buster's not included) monthly take-home pay on a daycare. After googling, this seems normal. No less appalling, though.

Do I opt for the more affordable daycare that is across town, adding about 40 minutes to my daily commute (round trip)? Or do I choose the pricier one close to my work, so that I have the option to stop by on my lunch break to nurse or just give some kisses to my baby? And you see how I'm acting like I'm "in" already, right? Like I get to choose between the two? Well that's far from accurate. The waiting lists are so long, who knows if I'll get in ANYWHERE!

I've also been given the phone number of a lady who does in-home daycare, and she has come highly-recommended. The only problem is she won't return my calls. She is so popular that she apparently doesn't get back to everyone calling to inquire if she has any openings.


Debt
Buster and I had a big discussion this morning regarding credit card debt (about half of which is due to fertility treatments and travel-related expenses for said treatments). We need to get our cards paid down. We've stopped using our cards, but because of a busy summer (travel, weddings, etc), we have not made much progress.

Well, I want to be as debt-free as possible when the baby arrives. And by debt-free, I'm pretty much just meaning credit card debt, because there is no way we could pay off our auto loans or student loans by that time.

Paying off credit cards would free up money to spend on daycare. And that would be a huge help.

Buster insists on paying the highest interest rate cards first, as opposed to the snowball method. I personally like the snowball method, because I like to see fast results, but as long as we stick to one plan or another, I'll be happy.

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I had other things on my stress list, but I just don't feel like delving into them at this time. Those two are certainly enough to deal with!

Is anyone else dealing with similar things? What is your gameplan?


Thursday, July 12, 2012

Pregnant klutz... or something more sinister?

So, here are the choices:
  • I've had a run of bad luck
  • I'm that stereotypical clumsy pregnant lady
  • or... I can kill electronics with a single touch.
I'm going for #3.

Last weekend, I decided I was going to grind it out a little in Call of Duty: MW3. I'm up to prestige level 6, which... if you know nothing about it, takes a lot of time. Yes, I'm a nerd.

So I turn on the Xbox 360. I'm navigating the dashboard, ready to click on "launch" for my game, aaannnnd it freezes. So, I restart. This time, it freezes again on the initial loading screen. So, I restart again.

And then it happens:

RRoD
The notorious Red Ring of Death (aka the RRoD).

What is a pregnant lady to do when she can't shoot people online? She cries, that's what she does.

I don't want to spend $200 on a new Xbox right now (ok, that's a lie. I want to, I just shouldn't), so I find an online tutorial of how to fix the RRoD. I email it to Buster. We go out and spend $30 on the supplies needed to fix it.

And Buster gets to work.


And after $30 of supplies, two hours of Buster's hard work (and sweat, and curse words)... no dice. A different error (not recognizing the disc drive, which requires flashing... something we aren't quite skilled enough to do), and then more rings of death. So Buster chucked it in a garbage bag (yes, we kept the hard drive!), and that as that. No more Xbox 360.

Sigh.

Fast-forward two days. I'm home sick (after the recent vomiting episode), and ready to curl up on the couch under a blanket with my Kindle. But I'm also playing around on my phone, and decide to jump up and show something on my phone to Buster. I leave the Kindle on the couch, throw the blanket off of me, and run into the other room.

I come back to the couch, ready to curl up again. I put my foot and leg up on the couch, ready to lay back down. And I hear a crack.

o_O

The Kindle was hiding under the blanket (yes, exactly where I left it. I'm a moron.). And my heel came down on the screen, and cracked it.

:(
So, knowing that Amazon has amazing customer service...

Wait. Let's stop there. Back up.

I know they have great customer service, because one month ago, I broke my first Kindle. I had that baby for about 2 1/2 years. I took it to the beach, and on one of our final days there I spilled water on the screen, and something very similar to what is pictured above happened.

When we got home from the beach, I called Amazon. I knew my warranty was void (they only last a year), but they offered me a replacement for $60. I'll take it! And I did.

And it took me one month to break the new one.

So, knowing that Amazon has amazing customer service, I called and told them my dilemma.

Little did I know, if you tell the TRUTH of what happened, it voids your warranty. The only way that the warranty means anything is if you LIE about what happened to your Kindle. 

"Yeah, I went to turn on my Kindle and the screen was frozen and not working..."

I guess I could have said that. But I'm honest. Which means I have to pay up.

Another $60 for a replacement Kindle. No thank you. I'll go buy a book this time.

Fast-forward to today.

My alarm goes off at 6:00 a.m. I groggily get out of bed. A night's worth of pregnant-hormone-induced dreams have left me feeling incredibly unrested.

I grab my phone and head in the bathroom. I take my phone in so I can check the time as I'm getting ready.

As I'm crossing the bathroom, ready to hit up the toilet, I drop my phone. Face down. In the tiny narrow hard space between two soft, comfy rugs.

Filled with dread, I reach down to pick up my phone (an HTC Evo 4G that I love...), and find this:

:( :(
And I'm officially electronically fucked. The trifecta is complete.

Luckily (??) my phone still works, but putting it to my face is an act of daring all its own. You have to be sure that whoever is on the other end of the call is worth taking a shard or two of fragmented glass to the cheek.

I called Sprint, and apparently I have insurance on this phone (I DO??? Holy shit... usually I turn that down). But it has a $100 deductible.

So, $100 later, my new Evo is in the mail.

I'm afraid to get in my car to drive home from work.

Apparently I'm so new kind of "simpler life" superhero, killing these pesky modern-day electronics with a single touch.

I advise avoiding me at all costs.

You've been warned.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

the unwelcome new trend

Monday marked my 13-week milestone. And I celebrated by spending the day shopping with my grandmother.

She took me to the nearest big city, and we hit up my very first maternity store ever: A Pea in the Pod. And she spoiled me, which was very nice. And now I have some clothes to wear to work (other than sundresses paired with cardigans)!

Full-panel maternity skirts/pants are seriously the most comfortable thing ever. We'll see if I'm still singing that tune in 15 weeks or so, but for now, I'm loving them.

Our main goal at the maternity store was to get me two nice dresses for this weekend. My grandparents are taking Buster and I to a fancy-schmancy golf resort and spa. One that Buster and I would NEVER be able to afford to visit, let alone stay for two nights. It's the kind of place where you can't wear jeans on the grounds at all! Such an idea seems so foreign to me, but we'll do our best to look like we belong...

I did find two cute dresses, thankfully. And I should be able to wear them throughout the summer, which is great:

Image courtesy of apeainthepod.com

Image courtesy of apeainthepod.com 

After the maternity store, we hit up Bravo for lunch (YUM), and then off to Macy's. They were having an amazing sale on shoes. Go there. Now.

Lucky Brand makes shoes. I did not know this, until I saw these little beauties:

Image courtesy of luckybrand.com
I know, bizarre looking. But once on, they look fabulous! And I've been slightly obsessed with nautical theme shoes, but had yet to satisfy the urge. Until now. Urge satisfied.

I also got this cute pair of Lucky Brand shoes:

Image courtesy of luckybrand.com

Neither of the above shoes is to wear with the above dresses, by the way. In case you were really questioning my sense of style (or lack thereof).

So, after a long day of shopping, we finally headed home. By the time I got home, showed my new goods to Buster, hung them up and put them away, and ate dinner, it was 8:00. And I felt a headache coming on.

Dammit.

I put a cold compress on my head and neck, and did my best to will the headache away.

I failed.

I woke up the next morning with a slight headache. Not a full-blown migraine, thankfully, but a headache.

I proceeded to get ready for work. And other than the slight headache, I felt fine. Took my prenatal and my fish oil, ate some oatmeal, and jumped in the car.

The drive to work was where my morning started going downhill.

I live in a very hilly area. Roads are windy with lots of ups and downs. And typically I have no issue with this. But yesterday morning, I had issue. I started feeling clammy and nauseated. While driving. Not fun.

By the time I got to work (18 minutes later), I was sure I was going to vomit. I threw my purse down at my desk and briskly walked to the bathroom. As soon as I shut the stall door and faced the toilet, out it came! First my fish oil liquid (fucking yum, let me tell you), followed closely by my maple and brown sugar instant oatmeal. Followed by... well, whatever else was in my stomach. Until there was nothing remaining in my stomach at all. I finished up with a few dry heaves for good measure, and headed back to my desk.

By this point, my head was pounding. My stomach felt somewhat better, yes, but my head felt much, much worse. Not to mention, I threw up my breakfast and had nothing to replace it with. So, I marched down to my (brand new) boss, told her I was sick, and went home.

The drive home was much better than the drive to work. I called Buster and asked him to please go get me some saltines and 7-up.

I feasted on chicken broth, saltines, and 7-up at 9:30 a.m., and it tasted so good. After eating (and watching the Price is Right... man, Drew Carey is bizarre-looking as a skinny man, eh?), I took an hour and a half nap, and woke up feeling oh-so-much better.

Today, I am back to normal. I"m not sure if a full day of shopping was just too much for me, and brought on the headache, which brought on the puking...? I really don't know. Or am I just going to be pukey one day a week from now on? Right when I hit that next weekly milestone?

I checked on baby last night with the doppler. Since baby is growing, it's much easier to find the heartbeat now. For this, I am so thankful. Baby's heart was beating away, at around 150bpm. So at least my headache and vomiting did not affect the little one.

So there you have my weekly vomiting post! I know you must love reading about the contents of my vomit, but I sincerely hope I don't have another puking post for you next week.

Friday, July 6, 2012

NT scan

The morning following Vomit Day was my NT Scan.

For whatever reason, the days and weeks in between my (freakout) ultrasound at 10 weeks and my NT Scan were full of... peace. I did not worry about this pregnancy. I, for the first time, felt comfortable. 

It's such a welcome feeling, especially considering what worry the initial stages of pregnancy are like following a miscarriage.

So I went in to my doctor's office, not really worrying about much of anything, other than that pesky (read: fucking awful) migraine that was still slightly lingering.

After getting called back and meeting with a nurse to go over my medical history (I did this back in December... it hasn't changed!), I head back out to the waiting room to await my ultrasound.

Buster shows up right on time, and soon after we get called back. My favorite ultrasound tech is doing my scan, and I'm thrilled!

I hop up on the table, while Buster sits on the bench beside, and we hold hands.

The tech wastes no time (I love her for this), and pulls up baby's heart rate on the big screen. But, no sound, no peaks and valleys on the monitor. Instant terror fills me. She says something along the lines of "little stinker moved", and in half a second, she has the heart beat pulled up again.

And the heart is just thumping away.

Phew.

164 beats per minute. Lovely, lovely sound.

Baby was doing this really funny jumping motion, almost like it had hiccups. I mentioned hiccups, and the tech said it's actually a really common movement at 12 weeks, since they are just figuring out they can move apparently. It was pretty funny, because every time baby would make that motion, his (tired of saying "its", ok??) little jaw would flop open. Like PacMan. 

Here's our little PacMan, at 12w1d (measuring 12w2d):

12w1d

Here is yet another photo of the bottom of baby's foot (my tech really likes these pics, I think!):


And here is a photo of baby's arm (bent):


So as far as the NT measurements, the fluid at the base of baby's neck measured 1.5, which the tech said was well within normal range, and that it appears we have nothing to be concerned about. The accompanying blood work will not be back for another week, so we will know the full picture then.

After my ultrasound, the tech asked me if I was coming in early for the optional gender scan ($50), or if I was going to wait until the anatomy scan. Of course I'm going in early for the optional gender scan!!!

So, in 3 1/2 weeks (I'll be 16w2d), we will find out if our PacMan is a boy or girl. I am so incredibly excited!

Another milestone

And it pretty much went like this:

Welcome to 12 weeks...now spend your evening vomiting up V-8 Splash.

But let's rewind a bit, shall we?

On Sunday, Buster and I went to church with my grandparents. Because of the derecho that hit a couple nights prior, the power was out. And it was close to 100 degrees outside. Inside, I have no idea. But it was absolutely stifling. No air flow (other than me fanning myself with the bulletin the entire time).

As the sermon went on, I felt it. A migraine. Lovely.

That night, I had the worst migraine of my entire life. I woke up at 2 a.m. crying. My head felt as if it had been split in two with an axe, and it was throbbing. I got very little sleep.

Monday morning (my 12-week milestone!), I went in to work. I looked and felt like a zombie. I was nauseated because of the migraine. No food sounded enticing. Neither did water. So, for lunch I had an egg biscuit and a big ol' glass of V-8 Splash. But I still felt like death.

I somehow managed to survive the day. I headed home at 4:30, and crawled straight into bed upon my arrival. Fetal position + cold compress + blankets over my head. Unfortunately I started to feel more and more sick at my stomach.

You know, the kind of sick that makes you wonder, "Do I need to take a shit, or throw up?" (I'm classy, I know). So, I sit on the toilet. Nothing.

Buster gets home (he went out to get me an old-fashioned ice bag and some Vick's... "natural" remedies I read online). I head out to the kitchen and decide I'm going to make myself some chicken noodle soup, hoping that it would help my queasy stomach.

I dump the soup in a bowl, throw it in the microwave, and immediately head to the kitchen garbage can. I proceed to vomit until nothing is left in my stomach, and I'm dry heaving like a frat boy who drank a fifth of whiskey the night before.

Needless to say, I won't be drinking any V-8 Splash for a while.

That was my first vomiting of this pregnancy. And I really hope it's the last.

Amazingly, after throwing up, my head felt a bit better. And my stomach felt 100% better. Not sure if I got sick because of the pain of the migraine, or if it was morning sickness, or a combination. Regardless, it was a rough night. But I still had my doctor's appointment to look forward to the following day...


(ooooh the suspense, right?)
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