by Jessica on June 22, 2009
My nose is out of control. I might as well strap a collar around my neck and call myself a bloodhound. Mainly, my super sniffer is making me sick. My list of food aversions is getting longer and longer while the list of foods I can actually eat is shrinking at an alarming rate. At the top of the no-no list? Barbecue of any sort. The big event I planned last week was a barbecue lunch for about 150 of this area’s most influential politicians and such, and we had an insane amount of food left over. So, I took some home with me, after enjoying it immensely at lunch, thinking DH and I would get a couple meals out of it. Well, DH had a few meals out of it. I fixed myself a plate that very evening, excited at eating that barbecued goodness again, only to find… I now hate barbecue. Loathe it, even. The smell of hash and barbecue sauce was enough to start me dry-heaving. I have yet to throw up or feel really sick, but the thought of eating certain things makes me feel awful. There have been a few nauseated hours in the last few days, but mostly I have been okay. It’s only this crazy nose that’s making me crazy.
Then, this morning, as I was laying in my warm bed with the bedroom door closed, I got a whiff of something. Mmmm, Eggos. DH must be making some. Downstairs. When I got up, I discovered that my bloodhound nose was correct- I smelled his breakfast cooking in the toaster over an entire story of our house and through a closed door. Crazy.
Yesterday was Father’s Day and I gave DH his very first card for the occassion. It was a “For the Daddy-to-Be” card and he got a kick out of it. He doesn’t get overly mushy about stuff like that, but I could tell he really liked getting it. We had a nice, chill weekend hanging out with each other and visiting with our families. If only today wasn’t a complete madhouse. I am ready for work to calm down, all ready, because it’s making me psychotic. Only 45 more minutes until I get to go home! Yay!
by Jessica on June 19, 2009
I am so thankful that we have made it to six weeks. Our little monkey is the size of a sweet pea today, so exciting! This is what the Bump said is going on with the speck “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.”
If today and Wednesday are any indication, I think I will be getting my morning sickness in the afternoons. It’s so weird because I feel totally fine other than feeling like I have to vomit. It comes on so quickly, too. One second, totally fine, the next, yikes! Luckily, I skipped the sickness yesterday because I had a huge event for work I’ve been planning. It was outside underneath a tent and MAN was it hot! We’re talking 95 degrees. I probably drank three liters of water throughout the day trying to stay hydrated. Luckily, we had huge fans under the tent so it wasn’t as hot, and there was an air conditioned trailer we were able to escape to. Everything was successful, despite the heat, so that’s a good thing.
I am looking forward to a nice, relaxing weekend enjoying the a/c with the husband!
And, I have been given a blog award by Jackie (thanks!). She gave me this a while back, but with all the craziness, I never had a chance to post about it. Here is the gist: To accept this award I have to name 7 things I love and pass this on to 7 other bloggers.
I love:
1. My husband
2. Our speck!
3. Gravy
4. Cheese
5. Sleeping
6. Watching TV
7. God! (best for last, of course)
I award:
Chatham
Cate
Naomi
Danse
Shannon
T-Bird
Sweet Pea
by Jessica on June 18, 2009
It all started last night. I went to bed, happy and relaxed. I felt like I was finally starting to enjoy the thought of being pregnant as opposed to being insanely stressed out. I was awoken by my dear dog, Abby, whining next to my face. She’s too short to jump onto the bed, but she was standing on her hind legs whimpering, which usually means “I have to poop!” Though I was temporarily distracted by the dog, it didn’t take long to notice the heavy feeling in my stomach. It felt like a lot of pressure right around my cervix/ lower uterus, and it felt exactly like when AF is about to bust through. This freaked me out. I also started cramping and getting shooting pains in my cervix. Add to this crazy lightening outside and a whiny dog, I didn’t get much sleep. After taking Abby out twice, she barfed under the bed and went to sleep. Then, it took me a long time to doze off.
When I woke up this morning, that nagging pressure feeling was still there. Today was insane at work, adding stress to my stress. Finally, I decided to call my new OB’s office to ask them if this was a normal thing. Instead of the “it’s fine,” I was expecting, I got “come on in.” So, I went in, panicking all the way. They did an u/s first thing in a very swanky u/s room. Instead of just the one ultrasound machine next to the stirrup table, there was also a flat screen mounted on the wall directly across from where you lay, so you can watch what’s going on in style. It was really cool, but nearly as cool as what I got to see: a heartbeat! We saw the gestational sac first, then the yolk sac and a tiny flickering bean. It was amazing, and I couldn’t help smiling from ear to ear when I saw it. The heartbeat was 99 beats per minute on the printout I have, but I saw it at 102, also. The tech gave me the worst picture ever, so I don’t think I’ll scan it because it’s way too zoomed in and you can’t tell what you’re looking at.
Then, I went back and met Dr. L. I really liked her. She checked my cervix which she said was “crazy long and very closed,” both of which are great descriptions to get. She said the pressure I was feeling was the heaviness of my growing uterus. She said that I’m probably more in tuned with my body than most people, since we’ve done fertility treatments and I’m so focused on what’s going on. Anyway, everything looks great, and I am so happy!
I also purchased a Bella Band today because the bloat is out. of. control. Major bloat, people. AND I got nauseated for the first time today! Yay! I’m probably the only person ever to think “I’m going to hurl… awesome!” LOL, seriously though, I felt like butt for the whole afternoon, but it’s so worth it. What a great ending to the day. 
by Jessica on June 16, 2009
I just can’t focus on anything other than being pregnant! Work is really hard at the moment because I feel like it is so insignificant. Granted, it gives me money to live, so it’s not really insignificant, but in the grand scheme of what’s important to me, it’s not really at the top of the list. All I want to do all day is think about my little speck! It is pure torture not telling people. Granted, I don’t really want to tell anyone at this stage of the game, but it’s hard to be at work being irritated by my boss knowing that if he knew, he’d be much more friendly. My boss is also my stepfather, so he’d really be happy about it. I work with my mom, too, and she does know, so she is able to run interference if he gives me a task I can’t do (like carrying heavy crap to his car, which is a frequent duty of mine).
The thing is, I don’t really have the luxury of sitting around all day daydreaming because we have SO much going on here. I have had a meeting almost everyday this week, and I have an event on Thursday for a bunch of politicians and local dignitaries that will be covered by media. Always fun to add a little extra stress in there! It is a good thing, though, because it gives me something else to think about (even though I don’t really WANT to think about anything else) so I don’t get totally panicked or obsessive.
We really have a lot going on in our personal lives, too, lately, so I am being forced to stay busy. I have a shower to go to this weekend, DH’s birthday and a baby shower I’m co-hosting next weekend, then in July I have a wedding shower I am co-hosting and a wedding for DH’s cousin. Then, in September my bff is due (she’s pg) and I am a bridesmaid in my friend and cousin’s wedding. Jam-packed summer, I guess. It’s best to keep busy, at least for me!
by Jessica on June 15, 2009
Seriously. Sorry, DH. And just to be clear, I am not talking about leg shaving here. I scared the everlovingcrap out of myself last night. I went to the bathroom for the 87th time last night, wiped, and of course checked the TP. I saw a tiny bright red mark. ::heart stops:: I wipe/blot at least ten more times and keep seeing a teeny spot. I ran and got a handheld mirror because I thought it was weird that the drop was so small, and saw that I had apparently nicked myself shaving and re-opened the cut with my frantic wiping. Despite the fact that I knew the blood was in no way related to the pregnancy, I still burst into tears and told DH. He hugged me like a good husband until I calmed down. It didn’t help that we had just watched “Gran Turino” which made me cry and get depressed. Note to self: anytime an animal is in a movie known to be sad: stop watching. No, the dog didn’t die, but if I see a dog and something sad happens anywhere near it, I will cry. Anyway, to recap, I am never shaving my lady parts again, so DH better get used to the wild woman look.
In news of our speck, I am still not sick, but my boobs still hurt to the touch. I don’t think they’re big enough to just ache for no reason. And today my nose is stopped up. I know that random nasal stoppages are common in pregnancy, so it made me kind of happy when I couldn’t breathe out of my nose this morning.
Have a lovely Monday, ladies!
