Monday, November 29, 2010

The Holiday

While quieter than usual, this Thanksgiving turned out pretty good.  Coach and I drove down Wednesday evening to Houston and were able to have dinner with my mom and stepdad and my grandmother before I totally passed out.  I wasn't even up when my sister and her (woah!) Husband got in much later.  We had to make a quick stop at the grocery store that night for yams, marshmallows, eggs, milk, breakfast, etc. that totally drained me and we had a "unique" experience at blockbuster trying to rent Robin Hood that had Bob (my stepdad) and myself laughing uncontrollably for about 30 minutes.  People are CRAZY. 
Thursday Bob and I ventured out to pick up our turkey and fixins from Whole Foods, mom wanted to buy it so there wasn't any stress even though I offered to cook it.  I'd forgotten green beans and cranberries (pregnancy brain) the night before, so we had a big box of tasty food to come back home with.  Caitlin and I cooked up the yams, stuffing, cranberries, and green beans and were able to finally get my mom's stuffing right since she was there to help us.  That woman is awful with giving you a recipe and then if you watch her make that exact same thing, she's got like 6 more ingredients and 5 more steps she forgot about.  So everything turned out great, my grandfather arrived in from Austin just in time for dinner, and we were all stuffed (I ate a lot!  Coach was very proud of me. I was thanking the zofran gods).  We had pie and commenced a multitude of football watching.
Friday we watched more football and finally put in Robin Hood, which surprised me as pretty awesome.  It's now on Coach's gift list.  I had some spotting in the afternoon and started absolutely bawling for about an hour and went and laid down for the rest of the evening.  Coach would sit with me on our bed, then Caitlin would bring me tea, and after a few hours of no more blood I was calm enough to take up my horizontal stance on the couch for the movie.  I don't know what the spotting was from, but at 12 weeks I was thoroughly freaked.  We left early the next morning so that if I had any more I would be around our hospital/doctor if need be.  Luckily everything is ok as far as I know and the dr said it could be anything, but it was probably from all the standing I did the day before cooking if I'm not used to that.  Since it was so little.
Either way I freaked and bought a Doppler for home just for my peace of mind.  With a dr's apt only once a month, that's a lot of freaking out in between.  It was $60 well spent and it should be here tomorrow. Plus I figure I'll lend it out to friends who are pregnant down the road and want to borrow it. Sixty dollars is well worth peace of mind to me.
Overall it was nice. We got our Christmas tree yesterday and I started slowly decorating. I haven't decided what our tree's colors will be other than red, so we'll see how that goes. I'm excited to put lights up outside the house too, never having been able to do that before. The wreath is hanging beautifully from our front door and I love all my little holiday touches around the house.  Not too much, but it's nice. I did and epic amount of cleaning before church and it's nice to not see a layer of dust on everything--I just hadn't had the energy to do it.  I guess I'm getting a bit back as I'm almost 13 weeks.  It's almost December!


Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Baby Diary, Week 11

Hard to believe that tomorrow I will be 12 weeks.  I'm having a harder time believing that tomorrow is Thanksgiving though.  It's almost 80 here.  Definitely not fall weather.  We're all going down to Houston to be with my mom and stepdad.  Which means we're missing both Chilli Night (tonight) and Thanksgiving Day at Coach's parents--about 50 people each night.  It's a lot of fun and it's nice seeing everyone.  We were there last year and it's really a perfect example of how holidays should be--lots of family, lots of food, and a really nice time.  They do the same thing for Christmas.  I don't know what our plans are for that but I'm really hoping we can be home. 

I want to have a tree, open presents, have our house decorated for Christmas. I really want us to be home for this year.  Next year we'll have the baby and I want to spend this year with Coach.  At least in the morning.  In the afternoon I know we'll go to his parents for food, but I'd like to start our own little xmas morning thing this year.  I don't know why but I really want that.  it'll be our first year to decorate this house, both of our first year's to decorate the outside (lights!!!) of a house we've owned, and I'm just excited for that. 

But we'll see.  Mom's doing better, her tumors have disappeared to the best guess of the doctors so she's still doing chemo to send her as close to remission as they can.  We have no idea on time estimates, but the chance she's here for the baby's birth is a little better but it still feels like we're on borrowed time. 
I'm listening to my Glee playlist on Grooveshark.  It's really fun, and although there is nada going on at work right now it's spunky. Everyone have a nice Thanksgiving!


Thursday, November 18, 2010

First Baby Purchase

and I know it's only downhill from here. But seriously, this thing is awesomely cute.
Bramble Toadstool Nightlight by White Rabbit England
I got it on Gilt for a great deal, especially considering it's a hand painted ceramic cutie!!  How adorable will this cascading light be when little Tigger (? I'm trying out uterine- nicknames) arrives.

Also, I'm kind of over this whole pregnancy at the moment.  I've been nauseous x10 this whole pregnancy.  Tonight, at my debut of 11 weeks where things should gradually get easier, I just spent 45 minutes hurling my brains out and then dry heaving my entire gastrointestinal tract into the toilet.  I have never been more convinced we need tile than when I'm trying to cool off on carpet in the bathroom.  I now have to sit through paper presentations in class while alternating between sipping Gatorade and chicken broth. 

I've also made it back down to the -10lbs point and my scale is mocking me.  I spent the last year trying to get down to this weight and I'm there when I need not be.  With the exception of my little bump (finally!), I feel like skelator.  I should be gaining!  I feel awful. I'm so over this whole experience right now. I just sat with my head on the toilet for like 10 minutes uncontrollably sobbing. I know I'll get over it, but I seriously am so tired of feeling like death 24 hours a day.  No, I feel like death got run over by a cement truck, then a piano got dropped on it, then someone took carbolic acid and poured it over death.  and tap danced on my soul. 

3 more weeks.... 3 more weeks.... this puking better not be a new re-occurring thing.  I'm thankful for this baby, I am. But seriously thinking about buying our future kiddo's. Sigh.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Baby Diary, Week 10

Tomorrow I will be 11 Weeks.  3 more weeks until I'm out of this trimester.  Coach is excited to spill the beans to all of creation, although he's already spilled to just about everyone anyway.  What a goob.  :)  This week we had our last "extra attention" OB visit, now we're on the regular people schedule.  Dr. Wiley took me off the Prometrium (Progesterone supplement) because I'm doing so well.  We heard the heartbeat on the doppler then we got an extra sonogram because it was Coach's first OB visit.  The baby is hugely different from the last time!  The last 2 sono's she's had to zoom in and search, this time baby was front and center.  We got to see his/her arms wiggle, legs were a bit curled up, and his/her arms were over the head in a cute little pose.  Next time we go in there will be even more features to see.  :) 

Coach is still undecided if we'll find out the sex.  It's his call, so unfortunately myself (and everyone else) is at his whim.  Right now I'm going with we're just not going to find out.  But when we have our big 18 week sono he could want to know.  *sigh*  But if we subscribe to his mom's theory on gender prediction, the fast heart rate (162bpm) indicates it's a boy (because with all 3 boys she had fast fetal heart rates, but according to heart rate prediction should mean it's a girl).  The Chinese gender chart says it's a girl.  My mother carried out front with both of us and everyone told her we'd be boys, so her theory is going to be tested once I start getting bigg-O.  It's kind of fun to guess.  We've got 2 names picked for each sex and we're going to wait to figure out which one to go with until we see the baby.  I think we might keep them to ourselves for now. 
Almost out of this trimester!!!! yippie!!!


Thursday, November 11, 2010

Baby Diary, Week 9

I'm officially 10 weeks today according to my pregnancy tracker.  I had to say bye-bye to my uniforms today too, they are so uncomfortable. Roomy dresses are going to be the way to go through this inbetween phase I'm in.  I'm so excited to go back to the doctor Monday, I've been trying to not think that something could have happened in the 3 weeks since I was last there. I still feel like ass, so that would usually indicate I'm ok.

I have class tonight. let me just tell you that I have been a complete slacker this semester and am so behind in entering my articles, my research, and dedication to this whole thing.  Most of which is related to my extreme exhaustion.  Staying up until 10pm on a Thursday night just kills me.  Although I don't know if next semester's Monday night class is going to be much of a solution. ick.

I don't know if it's related or if it was just good luck, but colace seems to be my friend now.  it is such a relief in more than the obvious way. 

and add AWFUL leg cramps to my extensive list of symptoms.  I've had them, bad, for 4 hours now.  My toes and calf's particularly hurt so bad I don't know how I'm going to drive home. :(


Thank a Vet.


Some veterans bear visible signs of their service: a missing limb, a aged scar, a certain look in the eye. Others may carry the evidence inside them: a pin holding a bone together,a piece of shrapnel in the leg, or perhaps another sort of inner steel: the soul's ally forged in the refinery of adversity. Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept America safe wear no badge or emblem. You can't tell a vet just by looking.

What is a vet?

  • He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of fuel.  
  • He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel. 
  • She - or he - is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang. 
  • He is the POW who went away one person and came back another - or didn't come back AT ALL.  
  • He is the Quantico drill instructor that has never seen combat - but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang members into Marines, and teaching them to watch each other's backs.  
  • He is the parade - riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand.  
  • He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by. 
  • He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep. 
  • He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket - palsied now and aggravatingly slow - who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come.  
  • He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being a person who offered some of his life's most vital years in the service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.  
  • He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known.

So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean over and say Thank You. That's all most people need, and in most cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded.Two little words that mean a lot, "THANK YOU".

 Remember November 11th is Veterans Day.

"It is the soldier, not the reporter, Who has given us freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, Who has given us freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, Who has given us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier, Who salutes the flag,Who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, Who allows the protestor to burn the flag."

 Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, Lt. Col., USMC

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

An Exercise in Stupidity

In several emails with one of our major vendors, this sassy little idiotta sent this awesome exchange back to us. We were ready to slap a bitch, she also needs to learn the "calendar" song, any kindergarten kid could teach it to her.  This is all reference to their sudden change in turn around time (1 day to 1 week, with no notice):


Us: Good morning Nikki.  Do you know how long there will be a one week turnaround time? 

Vendor: For a one week turn around time it will take…. One week.

Us: Perhaps you misunderstood the question.  Is the one week turnaround time permanent! 
Vendor: No, it should end around late January early November.

It's Not All Butterflies and Rainbows People

The general consensus right now in our marriage is that me being pregnant sucks. I say that with a little smile and a giggle, but I definitely do not have sunshine raining out my ass about this pregnancy right now.  I'm down another few pounds, I'm miserable, and I sleep. A.LOT.  Caitlin (and shiny-new-husband) came over Sunday and we made curry puffs, which are tasty and can be one of the blander good foods out there--so I'm shoveling those down whenever I can (I'm lacking on the vegi's these days).  I'm just afraid for them to run out.  It was nice to have some sister time, watch How to Train Your Dragon, and enjoy some time as the newly married Gilmore Girls.  It's so cute seeing them with their new bling.
(insert gross burp that produces bile, gas, and nasty aftertaste)
I'm only a month away from the end of this helatious first trimester. I'm in the home stretch.... to hopefully feeling human again.  I honestly can't remember what it feels like to not feel like butt when I get home and become permanently implanted in the couch.  This pregnancy ain't no joke.  Somewhere underneath all this nausea is excitement.  But somewhere underneath that is a month's worth of poop that won't come out but in exhausting little bits. 
2 things I'm looking forward to already after this baby is born:
  1. sushi
  2. getting my regular 9:30am poop schedule back
I also just have to say, Saltines are not tasty. They are not bland. And they do not taste good.  Who can eat those cardboard asscrackers is a freak.  Ugh.  I do have to procure something as I'm now waking up for my 2:30am pee break hungry.  But I don't know if Cheetos's, cool ranch Doritos's, or club crackers are the best midnight snack.  Honestly, I cannot remember the last time I ate any of the above previous to this week but I'm dreaming of those Doritos's right now.  I also got a random craving for boiled crawfish (with the required corn and potato sides) yesterday on my drive home; color me disappointed we're still 5 months away from crawfish season.  At least we know this baby is a good little Cajun. :)

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Letters to Baby Dear

I got the idea to write letters to the baby from a blog I enjoy.  I thought it was a cute idea. And since I know that, realistically, there is no way I'm going to scrapbook this whole thing or complete a whole baby book--this would be something nice I could one day print off and save for the baby to see.  Even my own mother managed to only fill out the first few pages of my baby book and she is wonder woman, so I know my chances are zilch.

Although, I did find this awesome baby book that I want courtesy of a link from Prudent Baby. Anywho, here are my letters. Dear baby....