Tuesday, December 01, 2009

IT'S A GIRL!!!!!!

Oh my gosh, we're having a GIRL! I was so sure it was a boy! But it's definitely a girl. We had an unexpected ultrasound today and she flipped at one point and was completely and indecently spread-eagle.

Note the caption on the photo - IT'S A GIRL!!!!! ---->

No question about it, that baby in there is of the Princess variety (just like her mama teehee). Poor Adam is already worrying about protecting her from TEH BOYZ. Haha.

Can you blame him?! Look at her wee little elf nose!

So, I debated about blogging this, but... well, the rest of my life is pretty much broadcast to the internet on this blog anyway so what the heck. At my 16 week appointment, I was offered a Quad Test. Basically it's a blood test that measures 4 proteins in mom's blood and indicates possible risk for certain abnormalities like spina bifida, Down's syndrome and Trisomy 18. The midwife explained to me that the test could be skewed just by having the wrong due date. I consented to the test, even though I KNOW they have the wrong due date for me. I did tell her at the time that I was positive they have the wrong due date because I didn't ovulate on day 14 like they use to calculate my due date. She just shrugged like lalalala - like all the other nurses and doctors I have told this to - just a pat on the hand and a knowing smile as if to say, "of course, dear, you think you know, but don't question the system..." And I just shrugged because I guess I assume too much about medical professionals.

ANYWAY.

I was not all that surprised when I got a phone call yesterday telling me that my results came back showing increased risk (relative to our age group) for Down's syndrome (although negative for the other abnormalities they screen for). The nurse told me that based on the test, the risk was 1/186 that our baby will have Down's. If the test is anything greater than 1/270 you get a positive result. I guess that's because it outweighs the risk of miscarriage from an amnio at that point... it's pretty much arbitrary. Even at 1/186, that's only about a 0.5% chance our baby will have Down's - not very high odds at all, but still higher than women my age in general.

Naturally we were very concerned and we were glad they could get us in the next day (today) for a detailed ultrasound to look at the baby's physical characteristics and get a better idea of the due date. If the baby has the physical characteristics common in Down's syndrome (like missing pinkie and nose bones, short leg bones, heart problems or enlarged kidneys), then we could opt to have an amniocentesis, which is more definitive because it looks at baby's chromosomes. However, the amnio has a risk of miscarriage. We talked about it and pretty much decided before we even went in for the ultrasound that we were not going to do the amnio in any case because we don't want to risk losing the baby either way - we are going to love this baby no matter what.

Of course I spent the afternoon consulting Dr. Google about the quad test and abnormal results and found literally hundreds of message board postings about women who had positive quad test results and healthy babies. That test has a very high false positive rate. In my opinion, any test that can be skewed with a matter of a few days (out of a 9 month pregnancy) is not that reliable. In retrospect, I was kind of wishing I hadn't consented to the test because it seemed most likely that it would cause a lot of unnecessary worry and heartache and everything would be fine with the baby.

So we went in for our ultrasound today. The technician was amazing! She was really interactive and talked the entire time, pointing things out to us and telling us what she was seeing. We got to spend almost an hour staring at our beautiful baby on the monitor! She was so active - kicking and squirming. Adam started calling her the Party Princess. She was practically doing somersaults in there. It was so cute and amazing. We could see her little heart beating and all the bones in her spinal cord and ribcage. We could see 10 tiny toes and 10 tiny fingers.



Basically she looked like the most perfect being ever to be conceived (of course- haha)! Everything looked very normal and nice. She had NONE of the physical characteristics of Down's - all the bones and organs were in place and looked right - the brain, the kidneys, the heart. Everything looked good. We were so relieved.

Yawning. So cute! She is bored of all this talk of Down syndrome.

The baby looked small-ish; she said about a week behind size-wise, but the actual measurements weren't enough to change my due date and therefore the quad results calculation would remain the same. The measurements were still several days off from the due date they originally calculated for me. By my calculation, based on when I ovulated, I am 18 weeks and 1 day. Which she said would be enough to recalculate the quad assessment. But since the computer didn't match that, she couldn't change it. And like I was telling you all before, I could have ovulated a week after that! (My temp shifted again and I thought it was the egg implanting, but it could have been ovulation). In fact, the latter scenario would make sense because the baby seems to be measuring about a week smaller, and when we took the HPT, it was very faint, which would have only been about 9 days after ovulation in that case - really early to detect a pregnancy. I even got a negative pregnancy test when I went in to the clinic! They had to do a blood test to confirm. Either way, THEY HAVE MY DUE DATE WRONG WHY WON'T ANYONE LISTEN TO ME??!!!! Whew.

The doctor spoke to us afterwards and told us that the baby had a small spot of calcification in her heart, which they see in normal babies every day. Alone it means absolutely nothing. However, if you are considered "increased risk" then some people think it might be a "soft indicator" of Down syndrome. If you believe those people, it could raise our risk to 1/93 - still only about a 1% chance, if you believe that calculation. The doctor did say that sometimes babies look normal on the ultrasound and are still born with Down's syndrome (the only way to know for sure before the birth is to do an amnio). Conversely, sometimes people get negative quad results and the baby is born with an abnormality. The thing is, even if your risk is 1/10,000, you could still be that one.

We are still a little concerned, of course, but after seeing how perfect she looked, and considering all the ovulation/due date snafu, we are not worried too much. All things considered, I think she is going to be born healthy and most likely ACTIVE!


Front view of her face.


Pointing. Or #1!

Sunday, November 29, 2009

I can't believe it's December again.

Busy week! I hope you all had a very Happy Thanksgiving and enjoyed your friends, family and food! Adam and I went over to Hickam Officer's Club where they were serving a Thanksgiving dinner buffet on the terrace by the water. It was a beautiful day and yummy food. We stuffed ourselves and then came home to research Black Friday sales we wanted to hit.

I can't believe it's been a year since my folks were out for Thanksgiving last year. At that time, I had barely started my new job, we had just moved into this house, we weren't married yet and I was wearing a size 6. While it kind of feels like I didn't accomplish much this year, since I did spend large parts of it doing little more than working and watching tv, it's actually been a year full of just about every early adulthood milestone you could cram in. I moved across the globe, quit one job and started a new one, planned a wedding and honeymoon, got married, went on that honeymoon, and got pregnant. That's a lot.

One of the big milestones was shopping for furniture last year with Adam on Black Friday. We bought a U-haul worth of furniture and other stuff for the house and got great deals at all the sales. This year we were hoping to have the same luck buying baby stuff. We got up at 5 to head out, but we were disappointed to find that nothing was really on sale. We did buy a Pack n' Play - our first baby purchase! We also got a digital camcorder and I got a new computer since mine is on the fritz. Other than that, we just shopped around comparing prices and merchandise.

Yesterday we went to see Hawaii play Navy at the Aloha Stadium. Navy played a pathetic game and completely got spanked by Hawaii, and Hawaii doesn't even have a great record! We met up with Adam's squadron to tailgate before the game. One of the girls is pregnant and she was HUGE for being only 6 months. She said they are already talking about inducing her because her baby is growing so fast. Her ankles were so swollen they looked like balloons. I was horrified! I am really scared that is going to happen to me! I am nowhere near as big as her, but I still have 6 weeks to go till I'm as far along and who knows what will happen between now and then.

My belly is definitely growing. I'm enjoying feeling the baby kicking all the time now! Adam hasn't been able to feel it yet, but I think it's only a matter of him having his hand on my belly when the baby kicks, which is hard to time. I'm feeling much better too. I still have bouts of nausea or exhaustion or headaches now and then, but most of the time I'm feeling pretty good. Yay second trimester. Even my cravings have calmed down and I'm eating salads and meat again. However, I still worry about my weight gain!

We are packing to go to Korea, which is a pain because we have to drag all of our winter gear out of the boxes in the closets. I've gained enough weight since we moved here and with the baby that my winter coat really doesn't fit me anymore. I mean, I can put it on, but it's tight across the shoulders and barely buttons in the front across my boobs and belly. Trying on my sweaters was depressing. Some of those were so baggy on me just last year that I hardly ever wore them and now they just fit! Uuuuughhhhh!

In fact, I think I am going to wear one of Adam's coats since I still have a week to go before we leave and we'll be there for a week - I'm guessing MY coat would be pretty tight by that point. And I'm such a baby about the cold that I can't risk not having a warm enough coat. I can't believe we are going to Korea. I can't believe it's December again. I can't believe my coat and half my sweaters don't fit anymore! I'm just looking ahead to what changes next year will bring....

Monday, November 23, 2009

I love this guy.

I am so glad to have this goofy guy home. I went to the hangar to pick him up on Friday and we got to spend the whole weekend relaxing and getting settled in again.

He brought back a box from Afghanistan, but it wasn't presents for me. No. It was protein powder. He brought another case of (free) protein powder home with him.

He has brought home cases of protein powder before. It makes him really happy. Just look at his face! It's something of a sickness for him, needing all this protein powder around.

I am so glad he's home. What could be better than the sight of this in the kitchen when I come downstairs every morning?!

17 Weeks. And I still do not look justifiably pregnant, despite the growing size of that belly!

Friday, November 20, 2009

More evidence that Obamacare is a terrible idea

Dr. Paul Hsieh: Mafia-style health insurance: An offer you can't refuse

By: Dr. Paul Hsieh OpEd Contributor
November 16, 2009
washingtonexaminer.com

Suppose the mafia came to your town and forced everyone to purchase all their meals at mob-approved restaurants. The mafia would also select the menu items.

If you liked broccoli but their vegetable choice was spinach, then tough luck. Everyone would also have to purchase dessert, whether they wanted it or not. And if some customers couldn't afford the high-priced meals, the mafia would force you to "contribute" to cover their bills.

Most Americans would be outraged at such violations of their basic rights. But this is precisely what the president and Congress want to do with health insurance.

Read the rest right here. (It's very interesting as it discusses the state of health care in Massachusettes, where residents are required to purchase health insurance... *hint* - the plan is failing miserably, costs are skyrocketing, and it's becoming harder to get care, not easier.)

Bad and Good

Work has been... god, it's been awful the last few days. Like a big pterodactyl flew overhead and poo'd directly on me. That's all I really want to say about that.

The good news is that Adam is coming home today! YAY. I'm going to pick him up at 4 from the hangar. I can't wait! Poor guy has been traveling since MONDAY! I can't imagine. I would die. Like literally, just fall down dead.

I'm definitely feeling the baby move every day now. Not all the time, but every so often during the day. I've really had some growing pains in my stomach this week too! I can't wait to find out if it's a boy or girl so I can start buying twee little clothes!

Anyone else going to see New Moon this weekend?! I'm excited. I will probably drag Adam to see it with me. He actually liked the first movie - afterwards he was like I want to be one of those vampires :) haha ME TOO.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Can I just complain for a minute?

There is someone in my life right now who I have to interact with on a daily basis who I just hate. Man, oh man, do I hate this person. In fact, I don't think I have ever felt this strongly a negative emotion towards another person. I can't remember ever really HATING someone in the past. But I hate this person.

And really I want to let go of this feeling because it eats me up inside. Sometimes I am just seething for hours about it. But I don't know how. I don't know how to not hate this person, unless I avoid them entirely which is impossible. I have plenty of good reasons which I'm sure you would all agree warrant my emotions. And yet, I also feel bad that I feel that way.

Have you ever hated a person? What did you do?

Guess I'm not getting fat for nothin'.

The baby's still in there, heartrate is 150 bpm, and my uterus is almost all the way up to my bellybutton (holy cow). Our next appointment is Dec 15 to find out if it's a boy or girl!

Work is driving me freaking nuts.

That is all.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Four month appointment tomorrow!

I'm stuck at work waiting for the General to come back so we can meet with him. I really want to get out of here since I have to be in here at 5:30 tomorrow morning ugh.

Tomorrow is my four month appointment! I'm so excited to hear the baby's heartbeat again. And also worried that everything is ok. All I have to say is there better be a baby kicking away in there or I am getting fat for nothing. Ha. No ultrasounds this time, just the doppler.

And another pap smear (TMI). Because who doesn't want to get their hoohoo cranked open by a stranger twice in one month what the hell?! No seriously, it's because last time I went in they "didn't get enough cells" on the culture.

I really think I felt the baby move a couple of times yesterday and today! Last night I was laying in bed and I felt all this thumping around right by my bladder. Honestly it felt sort of like gas bubbles, but also not, and it kept happening in the same spot. And then I felt all this pressure off on one side, like the baby was all squished up in a corner. Wheee! Then I felt another thump today. I don't know if it was really the baby or not, but it was like nothing I've ever felt before. Like a muscle twitch, kind of, on the inside.

Gah, work. GAHGAHGAH.

Monday, November 16, 2009

In which I actually say something nice about Hawaii. Also? My belleh, let me show it to you.

Adam called yesterday to tell me that the plane that is supposed to bring him home is broken! Oh noes! They are *supposed* to be home on Friday now, instead of Thursday. I will believe it when he is here. I'm ready for him to come home! I need my feet rubbed. And that cockroach is still on the living room carpet. Haha, no, just kidding (though I did consider it).

The other day I was on my way home from work and I saw a rainbow. It was the third one I saw that day! And I thought, you know, there are some really great things about living here. I should blog about that so that everyone doesn't think I'm just a complaining uptight bitch who will never be happy. Of course, just then I hit a traffic jam and I was like, oh, right. This. And suddenly I couldn't remember any more reasons I like living here.

There is a traffic jam about once a month on my route home - not normal traffic, but some random jam because Hawaii accident responders can't seem to keep traffic moving while taking care of business. They will just up and close the entire road if they feel like it and you have to turn around and find another way home. On that particular day, it was because the overzealous foliage on the mountainside by the road spit up an errant tree which was blocking one entire lane of traffic. A tree! Just fell off the hillside into the road.

Anyway, here is the list:

- I see rainbows pretty much every single day.

- I see the ocean every single day.

- I have a view of the ocean from my office window.

- I see the beautiful mountains every day.

- Flowers bloom year round.

- My job is not hard, and it's not stressful most of the time.

- I have time to work out in the middle of my workday.

- I can usually leave the office by 4:00 - earlier if it's an aloha Friday.

That's all I came up with before I started seething with irritation.

16 weeks
I feel laughably HUGE, considering how much bigger I am going to get.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

I got the shot.

I got my swine flu shot yesterday. There were 5 other pregnant ladies there getting one too. The doc said they only have about 10 doses left so it's a good thing I went yesterday instead of waiting like I usually do. There is nothing I will not procrastinate about. I'm procrastinating right now. If I get up in the next 10 minutes, I can make it to the gym before it closes. I sat on my butt all day long, so I really should. And yet, I blog.

They gave me the regular shot too, in the other arm. The swine flu one didn't hurt at all. The regular one hurt and my arm got really sore a couple hours later and has not stop bothering me! It kept waking me up all night long whenever I would roll over onto it. Bah. Normally I never get a flu shot and I never get the flu. I would not get one this year either except for being preggers and the pigflu situation. Now I feel all smug and responsible.

It feels like the weekend, even though I only worked 2 days so far. Ah the perks of working a federal job - you get all the federal holidays off. It's been a wonderful, cool, breezy, alternately rainy/sunny day. It is 4:30 and I am still in my pajamas. I am sad I have to go back to work tomorrow. That is all the news that's fit to print.

Monday, November 09, 2009

Adam, you need to come home right this very minute, mister!

GAHHHH! I cannot be expected to handle all these domestic responsibilities all by myself! I'm not superwoman! Yesterday I had to take out the trash! All the way to the dumpster! This morning? I ran out of sports bras and now I have to do LAUUUUNNNNDRY!

And worst of all!

Today when I got home, I found THIS waiting for me cheerfully on the carpet:

I cannot be expected to touch that thing, even through 52,769 layers of toilet paper. No. I will not. But it can't just STAY THERE!!! For like 10 more days what am I going to DOOOOOO!!! So you need to COME THE HELL HOME! Now!

Ewwwwwwwww. Ew. No seriously ew.

I suppose I should be happy that it helpfully keeled over all on its very own without me having to jump up on the couch and spray Raid all over the living room.

COME HOME!!!!

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So. Let's talk about the pig flu. I'm a'skeered y'all. People all around are dropping like flies and every door handle and elevator button looks like a petri dish crawling with germs to me and OMG WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIEEEEEE!!!! I happened to hear on the radio on Friday an announcement that the vaccine is available in Hawaii now, so I decided to call today and find out how to get me some. But it's too LATE!

No sooner had I hung up the phone when my boss came in and said he would be out tomorrow because his daughter has the flu and he is going to take her to the doctor. AND? One of the Generals went home at lunchtime with flu symptoms! This was right after he held a Directorate-wide meeting this morning that pretty much EVERYONE attended! So the flu has landed at PACOM, and it's probably too late for me to get vaccinated, because as I discovered, it takes like 2 weeks to become immune once you get the damn shot.

I can do nothing but wring my hands and pray that I will not be felled in my delicate status.

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All this swine flu hyperventilating actually led to a conversation with my coworker about poop. Hehe POOP.

He told me he was in that meeting and probably got exposed to the pig flu and I was like, but you washed your hands, right, since then? And he gave me a "look" and I was like, WHAT? YOU DID NOT WASH YOUR HANDS AFTER GOING TO THE BATHROOM??? And he told me he had not been to the bathroom all day, since he left home in fact (this was at 4 pm). I fell on the floor and died of shock.

This eventually led him to admit to me that once? He did not poop for TWO WEEKS.

Me: Wow. Wasn't that... uncomfortable? Were you not... concerned??

Him: Well, yeah, I did start to get worried, actually. But MAN! When I finally went? It was like a LOG.

Me: AAAAAAHHHHHHHRRRHHHHZHAHHHH. TMI! TMI!!

Him: I mean! That thing was like... having a BABY or something!! A LOG!

Me: NOOOOO. I do not want to hear any more about this pooping!

Him: Seriously, like, I should have been DILATED for that log of poo.

Me: Dude. STOP TALKING ABOUT YOUR LOGPOOP! (Log O' Poop? Pooplog?) Am scarred.

In reality, I love to talk about poop, and I do so whenever I have the chance. It's one of my favorite subjects, and Adam will attest to this. Eating apricots? POOP! Tummy hurts? POOP! Gecko? POOP! That's the thing about Geckos. They eat all the spiders, but they poop on EVERYTHING! They pooped on our couch! AND on the projector inside our TV! They somehow manage to poop ON THE WALLS! It stays there, stuck. A poopsmear on the wall. How do they do that? They have magical pooping abilities.

15 weeks
Teh belleh continues its outward expansion.
Pretty soon I will have my own gravitational pull.



Just in case y'all thought I might be making this stuff up, behold exhibit A. Below is my pre-pregnancy bra, 34C. Above? Yeah. That happened like literally overnight. Like I peed on that stick and WHOOPS! 36DD. To my childless friends: you have been warned.

Saturday, November 07, 2009

If you see a crazed pregnant woman, underdressed for the cold, running around Seoul with a fistful of Won and an arm load of Coach knockoffs... Tis I.

We are going to Korea. In December. When the average temperature will be in the low 30s. Yes, we are crazy. No it is not by choice... not really. Work is making me go, even though I protested vehemently that I should not be forced to buy additional cold-weather maternity clothes that I will only wear for one week. You try arguing that to military types. They don't care. I have to go. So I'm bringing Adam with me and we are going to try to make it worthwhile!

Of course, I will be in meetings half the time, but we will get a private UN tour of the DMZ out of the deal. That will probably be the highlight of the trip. Having worked on North Korea issues for so much of my career thus far, it will be interesting to go there and see the poor bastards peering suspiciously at us from across the border.

I already bought two pair of pants out of necessity. One was only 14$ and I think I will wear them in Hawaii to work too. The other is a pair of black corduroy's. I will need something to schlep around Seoul in other than the breezy maternity capri's and dresses I have. The rest of it I am just going to wing and make due. I'm planning to wear tights under dresses/skirts to the meetings. I think I can find my wool overcoat in a box somewhere, and it might even still button up 4 weeks from now.

Sigh.

This was one of the reasons I was so upset the other day. There are two other people who work in my shop right now. One of them is leaving on Dec 21, but he already basically "checked out" a couple weeks ago so he could "get ready for his next job" (yes, nearly two months early) and the boss won't confront him and tell him he has to do this one last thing. The other guy is scheduled to go to Singapore the same time as the Korea trip. I thought the thing to do would be to make him go to Korea and I could go to Singapore. That way I wouldn't have to worry about how I'm going to not freeze my ass off in summer-weather maternity clothes, since it's tropical in Singapore. But he pitched a fit because he doesn't want to go to Korea, he wants to go to Singapore... he's already been to Korea. So the boss capitulated on that too. He had the nerve to say to me that "his wife wasn't even showing until after 6 months" (suggesting what? I'm a fatass?) and that I should just "wear my regular clothes tight." He's actually leaving too, in the beginning of January, six months before his original transfer date. So now the two of them have basically already pushed all their responsibilities onto me.

A few days ago, when the idea that I might have to go on this Korea trip first came up, my boss told me he didn't anticipate me having to travel again after this trip. (Y'all know I'm a baby about this travel stuff, but it's not like I can ever go on a business trip where I jump on a plane for a couple of hours and come back in a day or two. Every time you go anywhere from this island it's a minimum of 6 hour plane ride, and that's if you are going to LA and stopping there. It's 12+hours to the east coast. And just for a one day meeting, you are gone for 4 days, because it takes two days to get there and you can't leave the evening of the meeting because the flights are all in the morning. And I'm PREGNANT! I should not have to endure all this undue stress under any circumstances, much less in my already stressful physical condition!)

Anyway, he said this would be my last trip. And so I asked what trips he anticipates me having to go on AFTER the baby is born. Because I'm planning to breastfeed. For at least a year, probably more, if all goes well. And he pretty much said I would not have to travel. I'm not sure I really believe this, given the way things seem to go in this office. And of course, I had to pick my jaw up off the floor when a couple days later it was decided* that I had to go to Korea and he got all excited and started talking about how it will be good for me to meet all these people if I'm going to be working this portfolio from now on. And I'm like, wait, didn't you say I won't have to travel after the baby comes? So how am I going to work this portfolio? He is confused. I will flat out refuse to go if I'm breastfeeding still.

*Here's how it really happened: he told me he was going to talk to the guy who is leaving in December and see if he would go on the trip. I knew the guy would be pissed since he already decided a couple weeks ago he wasn't doing any more work in this job. But the boss said, no he still works here until 21 December and if I tell him to go he will. So on Thursday I told my boss I was going to go ahead and put in a plane reservation just in case I end up having to go, so I can make sure I get aisle seats (because pregnant ladies are at higher risk for blood clots if we don't move around frequently on planes). And he immediately got all excited and suddenly he was sending the other guy an email saying he didn't have to go on the trip! And I'm all WTF, I thought you were going to ask him/tell him? It's stupid, but it was just one more thing that happened in that shitty day that made me feel like I was in a coffee grinder. That and I got pulled over by the police TWICE in one day. Who does that happen to?

So yes. Korea. The mecca of shopping, or so I hear. I'm apprehensive because I anticipate being cold the whole time, going hungry because the food will not be appetizing, and gagging constantly because of all the smells in that country. But I assume I will survive, in which case I will have lots of fascinating stories to tell afterwards.

Thursday, November 05, 2009

My Expanding Girth of Pregnant Glory - 14 weeks

14 weeks
Perhaps you can see why I have been relegated to the land of
Pants With Elasticized Waists That Go Up To Your Ears.

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

Nonplussed

I think the baby was draining the life force out of me today. I have had a headache for days, waves of nausea, exhaustion, irritable... ughhhh. What a shitty day too. I felt beseiged all day - like everything in the universe was working against me. I had to get up early this morning to get to work by 5:30 for a meeting, and from the moment I left the house it seemed like everyone and everything was out to get me. By mid-morning I was feeling so raw all I wanted to do was go home. I went in the bathroom and cried twice! I'd like to blame the pregnancy hormones, but they didn't cause all the shitty things that happened to me today. Then to top it all off, on my way home I drove on base to run an errand and I got pulled over at the gate because the "decals on my car were FADED." (Are you kidding me?) After I talked to the asshole MP, I cried again. It was the shitty icing on the shitcake.

I know I shouldn't give any energy to these things when I'm all irritable and hormonal, but today I just couldn't stop thinking about how it seems like everything I am doing right now is crap I don't want to do. My job... Ok, maybe it's mostly my job. There are so many things that annoy me to the point of getting knots in my stomach. I realize there are annoying things about every job, but with this one, it's like 20% stuff I enjoy and about 80% stuff I'm like why, wHY, WHY??? Either things I think are a waste of time or things I flat out don't want to do (like coming in to work at 5:30 am, for example). I miss my job at State Department!

And maybe I also kind of a little bit hate living here. Maybe hate is too strong a word. Dislike. Sometimes strongly. How can you hate living in Hawaii? It's paradise! When you are not a tourist here, there are things that try your patience. I admit I feel isolated and sometimes lonely here. I don't notice as much when Adam is here, but when he's not I realize, um, I have no friends. You know, like girlfriends. It's not like I work with many young women (hardly any), and it's not like I could really see myself hanging out with the femme-bots on the blonde brigade of spouses in Adam's squadron. Anyway we are done with that place.

One of the biggest reasons I fear quitting my job (besides the money thing) is that I worry I will become a complete recluse. I'm introverted as it is and I worry I will end up hermiting with the baby. On the other hand, maybe I would meet other moms doing activities with the baby.

And.... now I'm done with this sad little uptight post. I have Weeds to watch.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Mostly stuff about Adam. And Thanksgiving. And Halloween.

Adam is leaving on Sunday to go back to Dirka-dirka-stan or Turkalurkadurk or wherever he is going - an undisclosed location. He is taking his replacement out to the det site to show her around and teach her what she needs to do. I'm so sad he is leaving me! It's only going to be for 2.5 weeks, but it still sucks. He promises me he will be back for Thanksgiving and I have already made it clear he is going to be divorced if he isn't.

We still haven't decided whether we are going to cook or go out for Thanksgiving dinner. Last year we went to one of the hotels downtown and sat on the veranda while enjoying the ocean views of the sunset and a nice Turkey buffet. That was great - the beach, having someone else cook and clean. But it's just not the same as making the recipes you grew up eating. Plus we have to watch the Cowboys OF COURSE and it's better to watch it at home. I don't really want to cook a turkey, but I guess we could buy one pre-roasted. The things I missed the most from dinner last year were my Nani's sweet potato casserole (made the southern TEXAS way with pecans and brown sugar on top - YUM), green bean casserole (you know, like with Campbell's cream of mushroom soup and cheese and fried onions on top), and pecan pie. They had pumpkin pie which I also like, but not as much as pecan. At our house we usually have one of each. My mom's mashed potatoes are also better than the buffet ones were, but they are not the crux of the meal for me. If I cook I will do mashed and sweet potatoes, green bean casserole, stuffing and cranberry sauce. What are you all planning for Turkey Day?

We will be at home tomorrow night handing out candy to the trick-or-treaters and enjoying all the cute costumes! I think we are going to watch The Shining tonight. It is pretty much the only scary movie I will watch and that's only because I watched it about a million times in college so it doesn't scare me anymore. REDRUM!

Adam also found out where his new assignment is going to be: in the Southeast Asia division at the JIOC. That's the Joint Intelligence Operations Center. And major bummer, he is going to be on the watch floor for at least a year. I nearly sunk into a major depression just thinking about it last night. Hopefully it will only be a year, so it would really only be 6 months with a baby. He was on the watch floor when we lived in DC and I hated it with a firey passion.

The schedule here sounds better though. He will be on 12 hour shifts from 5-5 and he will work a month on days then a month on nights, rinse and repeat. Every other week he will only work on Thursday and Friday. The in-between weeks he will work every day but Thursday/Friday. The only bad part about it really is the night shift stuff. Because he will be rattling around the house in the middle of the night on his days off, while I and the baby are trying to sleep. The big benefit to that is that he will be able to be with the baby if s/he wakes and I can keep sleeping. But I'm a light sleeper so I worry he will just be keeping me up all night. The other big benefit to this schedule will be that the months he works days, he can keep the baby at home on his days off if I decide to go back to work. Those months we would only have to put the baby in daycare for 10 days out of the month. The night-shift months that won't really work because he will need to be sleeping during the day even on his days off so his sleep schedule doesn't get too wonky.

No baby news really at the moment. I will get a picture of TEH BELLEH up this weekend. I will be 14 weeks!

Monday, October 26, 2009

For those of you who happen to care about the minute details of my life (hi Mom!)

I wish I had something fascinating to update with but seeing as how nothing (NOTHING) that would interest you has happened to me in ... days? ... weeks? I have nothing. I know it's been all Baby up in these parts lately, but I don't even have anything to report on that front. We seem to have reached a pregnancy lull where nothing much is happening. Our next exciting appointment is not for another 7 weeks - that's the ultrasound where we find out the sex of the baby. Everything is the same. Even my body doesn't seem to be changing much the last few weeks. My waistline is staying pretty much the same. The books all say I will gain a pound a week and my uterus will be growing up and up throughout the second trimester, but I haven't noticed anything particularly unusual yet.

Adam's cousin who was supposed to have her baby the same week as us had a miscarriage this week. So of course I have been worrying about our little Papoose. I assume s/he is still bouncing around in there because I'm still having bouts of nausea, but I really wish we could hear the heartbeat again, just to confirm s/he is still well.

The ticker baby is going strong though! It looks like it had another growth spurt. It got taller and skinnier again. Apparently the (real) baby is now the size of my fist and can drink and pee. Wheee! Good times.

I actually got inspired to cook this weekend. Like real food, with raw ingredients! Adam did not faint, much as I expected him to. Last night I made curry turkey burgers on sprouted grain buns. They were super yum. I also made a stew-like concoction of chicken and squash in a cream sauce. Haven't sampled it yet but it looks tasty. (ETA: I just tried it and it's kind of like a creamy chicken noodle soup. Without the noodles. It's good, but not delicious like the recipe made it sound - i.e., cheezy and thick.) I'm planning to make a few more things this week: taco salads, chili and eggplant with meat sauce. This is more than I have actually cooked since like before Adam and I got married. I should get some pictures of this stuff up to entice your taste buds.

I also want to post pics of my expanding girth of pregnant glory (aka: the belly), but ... as much as it is protruding ripely, it has not really reached the stage of looking actually honest-to-god pregnant. Instead it looks more like I-just-overate-at-Thanksgiving-dinner.

I spent a good 30 minutes this afternoon trying to explain to my colleague (the one with duct tape on his shoes) that the President is not elected by the popular vote, but rather by the electoral college. He totally didn't believe me that you could win the popular vote and lose the electoral college and therefore the election (hello! where were you in 2000??? where were you in 7th grade???), or that the electoral college members could technically vote any way they wanted and didn't HAVE to vote for the most-favored candidate in their state.

I learn so many fascinating things while I'm at work.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Baby Dancing

This is HILARIOUS. You guys have probably already seen it but in case you haven't ... ahhh. This is the kind of stuff that makes all the challenges of parenting worthwhile :)

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

My Cancerversary

Three years ago this week I was diagnosed with cancer. It's kind of funny because I didn't even remember this year. Adam reminded me on Tuesday it was my three year cancerversary. At that time, when I was first diagnosed, I couldn't imagine a time when I wouldn't think about having cancer every minute of every day. I knew it would come eventually, the time when my life didn't revolve around having cancer, but I couldn't picture when or how I would get there. Cancer was the first thought in my mind when I woke up in the morning and the last before I went to bed. Cancer colored my whole world for at least six months until I gradually started to feel "normal" again. Now I hardly think about it at all. Sure I still have moments when I resent having this extra thing to worry about whenever I have to go back for more bloodwork or remember to take my thyroid hormone every morning. But mostly it's a non-issue in my life these days. And I still believe - even more so as I get more hindsight - what I said before: having cancer was a blessing in disguise. Not least because it made me more aware of how precious life is and what is really important. I know that sounds cliche, but when you are confronted with your own mortality, it brings everything into sharp focus. I've lost some of that focus now that I know I'm going to go on living for quite some time, so it's nice to remember every year what it felt like then. To be alive.

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of allnothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

e. e. cummings

Monday, October 19, 2009

To work or not to work?

First off, can I please direct your attention over to the right and ask what the blue fuck happened to the ticker baby?! It's ... it's ... got fat? It looks like a tiny oompaloompa all of a sudden. I know I've been eating a lot of ice cream and pancakes, but seriously!

So how was your weekend? I slept through most of mine. No really. I slept about 12 hours on Friday night, then Adam took me out to breakfast and I came home and took a 3 hour nap. I think there were drugs in my pancakes. Sunday was busy. It went like this: wake up, Whole Foods, church, commissary for groceries, Marine Corps Exchange (like a Wal-Mart on base, except ghettoer -- that is totally a word), home to unload groceries, driving tour of neighborhood we hope to move to, gas, Navy Exchange, Costco, home again, nap, gym, shower, tv, bed. You may have noticed that we go to three different places to get our groceries (much to Adam's chagrin). It's because I am paranoid about dairy and meat products and will only buy/eat those mostly from Whole Foods. I buy eggs, cheese, butter, yogurt, meats, and anything else that suits my fancy. We shop at the commissary for all the other food things we need like spices, some veggies, milk (because they have the same organic whole milk as WF for less money), and other random things I will not spend $10 on a box of crackers from WF so help me god I don't care if it's made with the Queen of Sheba's tears. Then we go to Costco to get the majority of everything else: fruit, more meats, nuts, veggies, cottage cheese, Babybel's, feta, hummus, giant 5 lb bags of carrots, booze, motor oil, etc, etc, etc. Stuff is cheap at Costco and I love shopping there but you can't buy all your groceries there unless you are shopping for a big family because there is just not room in my freezer for 15 lbs of pork loin.

Sometime over the weekend Adam and I managed to have another conversation about whether I should go back to work or not. We have discussed it ad nauseum and still have yet to come to a definite conclusion. Just when I think we are pretty much leaning towards me quitting my job, Adam up and pulls a 180 (on Saturday) telling me how much money we could save for a down payment on a house in a few years if I keep working now. Leaving me like: I thought you wanted me to quit working?! And he's like: the daddy part of me does but the economist part of me doesn't! And then we have a three hour discussion about what is going to happen to our finances if I quit working (also known as: evaluating whether I will have to stop getting pedicures and dropping $100 in Target whenever I feel like it, because really I don't want to do that).

This is such a hard decision! Also because the pro's and con's aren't easily balanced out. How do you balance the extra income against the stress of being a working mom and having to hand off mah baybeeee to some stranger to care for? You can't! You can't even compare those things.

If I keep working, a big chunk of my income is going to go to day care, but a very-not-insignificant amount of money will still be left over to save for a down payment on a house and to spend on frivolous things like going to the mall and buying a shirt if I feel like it. If I keep working I will have the satisfaction of having "something for myself" and getting to leave the house and interact with adults and do non-baby-related things. And I will keep up my skills to continue to have a lucrative career later on when the kids are in school and doing their own activities.

However, if I go back to work, I will have to hand over my tiny 3 month old baby to day care to go to a job I don't really like that much = HARD. Plus, getting myself ready in the morning AND getting a newborn ready, dropped off at daycare and getting to work on time = HARD. I can hardly get myself going in the morning. Plus, lugging around a breast pump and pumping twice a day at work = HARD. Plus, will they even give your baby breastmilk at daycare?? And cloth diapers? I'm pretty sure they won't do cloth diapers at daycare, so we will have to be buying diapers. Not even mentioning the feeling of missing out on so much baby stuff = HARD. All of that = HARD.

If I quit working all those hard things go away, but we will also be cutting our family income literally in half. Right now we put all of my paycheck into savings, and that would go away. We would probably not have to make too many cuts in our current spending levels, but we wouldn't be able to save as much. Which... that is ALSO a part of providing the best for your kids: saving money and financial stability. But is it more important than being there? To me? Because there is no answer to this question. All that matters is what matters most TO ME.

At the moment, I am leaning towards quitting my job. Right now it seems like the sacrifices we would make to lose 50% of our household income are not as bad/much as the sacrifices *I* would have to make to keep working. But I still haven't decided. And I don't think I'll ever truly, finally DECIDE. I will have to just buckle down eventually and do one thing or the other and then try to find peace with that. Either way there are going to be positives and negatives - benefits and sacrifices. But I will only have one chance to stay home when they are babies. Once they are grown, it's over. Still. This decision...

HARD.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Pregnancy Food (AGAIN) and Fall

The major food-related theme of this pregnancy so far continues: I can't seem to stomach anything I prepare myself. Except eggs in the morning, and even those are iffy and I sort of have to force myself. The nausea is less in general, but I'm having real "morning" sickness these days instead of the all day nausea I was experiencing before. From the time I wake up until about 1:00, I feel sort of barfy. I manage to eat eggs and a snack during that time because if I don't eat I feel MORE pukey. Then in the afternoon I get really hungry and that continues basically all night. I ate a lot of food yesterday afternoon and I got into bed and my stomach was growling.

The staples of my diet are (as usual except for the last bullet):

- Fish oil/cod liver oil
- Butter
- Eggs
- Meats - steak, chicken, shrimp, mussels, tuna (yes I eat the skin and fatty cuts, all the minerals and fat soluable vitamins are good for me and the baby)
- Cheese
- Nuts
- Greek yogurt (FAGE - full fat version)
- Fruits
- Some veggies (they still kind of make me pukey)
- Other things I've enjoyed eating: oatmeal, sandwiches, peanut butter & jelly, pizza, ice cream, hamburgers, cookies, brownies, candy - trying to focus on all of the above FIRST!

It seems the weather is finally cooling off a bit around here (thank you JESUS). We have not been using our a/c in the living room in the evenings. I still turn it on in our bedroom before we go to bed, but it's staying cooler all night. We wake up to cool temperatures instead of the muggy inferno of the summertime. I love fall, it's my favorite season! It is one of the things I have been missing the most since we've been here. I've missed two falls so far. I love Halloween and Thanksgiving! We will probably get lots of trick-or-treaters this year since we are in a neighborhood with lots of kids instead of a high-rise apartment building. I'm going to make pumpkin muffins this weekend - yum!

What are your weekend plans?

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

More pregnancy nonsense and due date changes to May 3

I was planning to go to the gym an hour ago, but I realized I forgot my gym socks. I *KNEW* I was forgetting something when I packed my gym bag this morning. I stood there blinking, staring into the bag hoping the item would reveal itself to me, and finally thought, no I guess I have everything. Duhhhhhh. Can I blame it on pregnancy brain?

I thought I might find some socks across the street in the mini-mart so I went over there about 30 minutes ago. They do have athletic socks... if your feet are a men's size 8-9. They were awful and they only came in 3-packs. I opted to do my workout later after I get home instead of buying 3 awful pairs of socks. Then I saw an egg salad sandwich in the cooler and I kind of wanted to eat it for lunch. But I decided not to buy it. Even though I kind of don't want to eat the chicken wings I brought with me from home. Meh.

I'm wearing maternity pants for the first time today and I love them and hate them. They are really comfy and don't constrict my belly at all. But they also go up to my armpits (secret fit belly) and they keep falling down because my belly is not big enough yet.

I changed my tickers because when we had our ultrasound yesterday, the midwife thought I wasn't quite as far along as they first thought. I done told them when I first went in that I didn't ovulate on day 14 of my cycle and my due date was probably a little later than 4/30! But they just smiled like "poor dear thinks she knows more than us" and wrote down 4/30. So if I ovulated when I thought I did and not later (which is also possible*) then I'll be 12 weeks pregnant next Monday and not this Friday like I thought.

*I was charting and my temp shifted twice. I thought the first time was when I ovulated, but it could also be that I didn't ovulate until the second shift. Which would kind of make sense because got very faint positives on the HPT's I took exactly 14 days after the first shift, which should have been enough time fora clearpositive, BUT would have only been a week after the second shift, which would have been pretty early to get a positive HPT. WHO KNOWS. If I didn't ovulate until the later date, I'll be 11 weeks on this Friday. It's only a few days either way (but the latter scenario is still a WHOLE WEEK LESS than what I was going by before... even though I knew it was probably the wrong due date... I no longer know what I'm talking about in this sentence so I'm going to stop).

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Dopplers and Ultrasounds and Babies - Oh My!

Oh my gosh, that was so cool! I've been grinning like a cheshire cat all afternoon! We ended up getting an ultrasound out of the deal (yay ultrasounds!); we were only expecting to hear the baby's heartbeat. At first the midwife couldn't find the heartbeat, and I was getting really nervous about it. But she kept saying that my uterus was probably just tilted backwards or something. So she brought in the ultrasound machine and holy cow, there's a baby in there! It was so cute, s/he was jumping all over the place, kicking his legs and punching with his arms. And we could see the tiny heart beating! After that, the midwife was able to find the heartbeat - 170 beats per minute!

I also told my boss and my coworkers, so the cat's out of the bag. I know I'm still not out of the first trimester yet, but I feel like things are going to be fine. My coworker - the one with the duct tape on his shoes :) - was really excited, it was cute.

So excited!

We get to hear the baby's heartbeat today!

I couldn't sleep at all last night! I don't know if I was nervous about today or if it was just a back-to-work-in-the-morning kind of thing. Today we get to hear the baby's heartbeat!!! At 1:00 this afternoon we are going to our first appointment with the midwife and we will get to hear the baby's heartbeat! I'm so excited, but also nervous. I'm pretty sure everything is going well and there's a strong heart beating away in there. After all, I'm still having lots of nausea (although gradually - dare I say it? - feeling a little better) and my stomach continues its outward expansion. But still. Nervous. Plus, I am nervous because after my appointment I am planning to break the news to my boss. I don't know why this has me anxious, but it does! I'm not expecting him to react badly.

So. Everyone think shiny good thoughts.

We had a fantastic holdiay weekend. I took Friday off work so I had a four day weekend. It was glorious! I made the trip over to the Motherhood maternity store on Friday and was surprised to find lots of stuff I liked. I ended up returning ALL of the maternity clothes I got from Gap and Old Navy and I'm fast approaching the time when I will *really* need them. I knew I needed to go somewhere and try stuff on, but we have exactly ONE maternity store on the island (Motherhood) and it's about 40 minutes away from our house. The girl at the Motherhood store was really nice and she let me try on basically every pair of pants in the store! They aren't designer pieces or anything but they will do for the next 6 months. I got 2 pants and a skirt for work and 3 casual capris, plus some cute tops. I am already wearing them around. They make you look more pregnant than just chubby!

The rest of the weekend was basically football, working out, going to the movies and otherwise relaxing. I'm really proud to say that I have been pretty consistent with my exercise. I've been walking 3-5 miles three or four times a week and lifting weights on an upper/lower split three times a week. I'm not making any real gains in fitness, but my plan for this pregnancy is just to stay active and keep up my basic fitness level so I have an easier labor and an easier time getting back into shape after the delivery.

I can't say I'm all that proud about my diet! I mean, I've been doing pretty well, considering the nausea and my increased appetite. But some sugar and processed foods have snuck in. Realistically, there is no way I'm going to avoid that stuff through this whole pregnancy. So I'm focusing on moderation - one or two "unhealthy" things each day, but striving for mostly nutrient-dense fare. I've done pretty well with that. But I still feel FAAAT, which makes me feel like I'm not doing a good enough job keeping my diet in check. I hate worring about it, but I started this pregnancy heavier than I would like to be, and I don't really want to weigh more than my husband, even if pregnant LOL!

As much as I've been feeling like I'm already gaining too much weight, I was, in fact, completely and utterly shocked at my weight this morning. I always get on our scale first thing in the morning before getting weighed at the doctor because you can't tell how much water weight you'll carry around during the day. Well this morning I just stood there blinking when it said I'd only gained 2 lbs. Huh? No, seriously, HUH? For the size of my stomach and the way I feel puffy, I was expecting 7-9 lbs. So that made me happy and feel like less of a cow! ;)

Regardless, I am completely and utterly in awe of my pregnant body. I still can't get my head around the idea that there is a tiny person growing inside me. The books say the baby is the size of a lemon now! And s/he will triple in size in the next 3 weeks. It's crazy and amazing and weird and scary all at the same time.

Ok, I have more to chatter on about, but I need to get some real work done before my doc's appointment. I'll be on here with news as soon as it's over!

Monday, October 05, 2009

Ramble

Ahhh, it's Monday. Again. We had a relaxing weekend spent mostly at home sitting directly in front of our window a/c unit trying to keep cool. I just cannot stand the heat lately, it makes me feel like I'm going to die, or at best, pass out cold. On Saturday we watched the Aggies get spanked by Arkansas. Man, was that depressing or what? The first quarter looked so promising and then they let it all unravel. Aggies' offense just did not look good. We're still having fun trying out various restaurants around town, which Adam loves because I normally do not like to eat out, but I can't stand the thought of cooking these days. I've pretty much lost the will to limit what I'm eating in any meaningful way. I had high hopes that I would follow a sensible, but restricted, pregnancy diet and only get bigger in my stomach, and end up with a perfect watermelon belly and lose it all right away after the birth.... hahahahaha. I'm certainly not pigging out on junk food (all the time), but there's no telling what I will feel like eating day to day, and mostly it's not grilled chicken and salads (BLEH). My new strategy is bascially do the best I can. I'm taking my fish oil & cod liver oil & vitamins. I'm eating protein with every meal. But I also have 4 flavors of ice cream in my freezer. Sometimes a peanut butter & jelly sandwich is the only acceptable thing to eat. Hey, it's whole grain German chunks-of-bark-in-it bread, all natural peanut butter (ingredients: peanuts) and organic jelly. Like I said, the best I can. I don't want to gain more than 30 lbs, but I've decided not to become too obsessive about it. If I don't do anything too crazy, it will work out ok, I have to trust that. I still haven't told work! Next Tuesday we will get to hear the baby's heartbeat! I am thinking I'm going to wait until after that to make any announcements. I feel like everything is more than likely fine, and it would probably be ok to tell work now, but it's only a week away. We had our first big rainstorm of the season last night. It was so loud it woke me up and I laid there half the night listening to the deluge. I had to call the post office this morning and they said they were closed because their roof caved in! That's all I got right now!

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

A few things...

- Adam is getting close to being done with his current assignment with the P-3 squadron. He'll be checking out before the end of November! He has to go on deployment one more time to turn over with his replacement. That will probably happen in the beginning of November, and he assures me he is going to be home before the 20th. He better because I am going to be one pissed off pregnant chick if I'm here in Hawaii all by MYSELF on Thanksgiving!

- Adam's next job is going to be at the Joint Intelligence Operations Center (JIOC) on the other side of the island, near where I work, and near Pearl Harbor. If you look at the map of Hawaii, Adam works right now on the upper right side where it says Kaneohe Station and we live basically right off the highway on the bay there. I currently work on the left side in the middle where it says Aiea at Camp Smith, and right below that where it says Halawa is where Adam's new job is going to be.

- Instead of having to commute all the way across the island, we are hoping to move to the other side into military housing. The commute is not the only reason for this. The military housing is new, bigger, and has central air conditioning. It's all located right around Halawa. We drive over there almost every weekend anyway to go to Costco, Whole Foods and Target. If we are able to move it will be more convenient. The downsides to moving are that it is more crowded on the other side of the island, and hotter. There is more traffic. Oh, and I will have just given birth two months before! Our lease ends June 30, and we are not eligible to move into military housing until our lease is up. We should know 30-45 days before that whether they have a house for us or not. Since we are so far out, we should make it to the top of the waiting list by then - keeping my fingers crossed!

- Adam kind of had to sweet talk the lady at the housing office because we are technically not eligible for a 3 bedroom house. It is aggravating and unfair and I think the lady sympathized because she pulled some strings and got us on the list anyway. Adam basically told her we were going to expand our family before we leave here and they will just have to move us again. Which is true. We are hoping to at least be pregnant again before we leave here in 3 years, if not already have another baby by that time. The only two bedroom houses they have are far away and were built in the 70's! We will have 5 bedrooms worth of stuff by the time we set up our nursery and we are in a 4 bedroom place now, so it would be impossible to fit in a 2 bedroom anyway. Adam and I each had queen size beds, and we got a new king size when we got married, plus we have an office. With the nursery, that is 5 rooms of stuff!

-I ordered some more maternity pants from Gap and Old Navy today. I have ordered several pairs online already and ended up sending them back because they were too big. Hopefully these fit because my regular clothes seem to be getting too tight. I'm in the weird stage where my regular clothes are starting to not fit right (shirts riding up and too tight across the chest and pants too tight around the waist), but I know maternity stuff is going to be ridiculous on me right now because I by no means have a bump yet. It's coming soon though. I am having cramping the last couple days which means my uterus is growing again! At least my boobs seem to have stopped for the moment!

Monday, September 28, 2009

Pregnancy Crazy

EEK! The ticker baby is looking all baby-ish and not like a little alien baby anymore! Cool!

So, Adam informed me after reading my last post that he is decidedly NOT "poor and beleaguered" and that he would have fed me the Oreos. In fact, to prove his point, he gleefully participated in extending the dietary debauchery through the weekend. I think he thinks it's fun: like we are back in college and to hell with our love handles!

I may or may not have gotten into the candy and Oreo's again on Friday (ok, I did), and then I was not feeling nauseated AT ALL, and I started to really freak myself out that maybe I was going to have a miscarriage and OH MAH GAWD, WHAT IF I KILLED MAH BAYBEEE WITH OREOOOOS! Which: I know. Totally irrational. But pregnancy hormones do some weird things to your brain. And we still haven't heard the baby's heartbeat. And I was the only one in my office on Friday, so I spent the better part of the day going down internet black holes, and I advise you not to do this if you are pregnant because NO GOOD CAN COME OF GOOGLING "CAN I HAVE A MISCARRIAGE AND NOT KNOW". Trust me on this one. (In fact, I discovered that you CAN have a miscarriage and not know. There were plenty of women on the chat boards who went in for their 12 week appointment only to find out the baby stopped growing in week 8. )

I got home and decided to cook some shrimp and by the time I was finished, I was standing there gagging as I pulled them out of the pan, so I guess I'm still nauseated, although no less paranoid. Nothing "healthy" appeals to eat. My normal routine of grilled meats, salads or cooked veggies, nuts, fruit, is not appetizing. I can't stand the idea of uncooked meat. Veggies don't appeal. Even fruit makes me feel a bit queasy. When I couldn't eat the shrimp on Friday I asked Adam to get me a pizza from Papa John's. Can I tell you I hardly even remember the last time I ate a pizza from Papa John's?! I don't think we'll be doing it again either because that damn pizza cost almost $30!!! For a thin crust supreme. Since when does a freaking pizza cost that much? Is it because we are in Hawaii? And it was much smaller than either of us remembered. We finished off all but one piece between the two of us. Man it was good though.

Satisfying a pregnancy craving is like having a religious experience. Saturday we went to Teddy's Bigger Burgers and I had the best hamburger dripping with ketchup and mayo, plus nice thick fries and a hand-made chocolate milk shake. And Sunday I found myself BAKING COOKIES. Like, getting all domestic with the measuring cups and stuff. And then Adam and I sat there giggling like five year olds licking the spoons and the bowl and then eating gooey, melty chocolate chip cookies straight out of the oven.

Egads.

On a positive note, I got caught up on workouts! I actually went and did my 4 mile loop on Thursday night after I wrote that last post. And I did the same plus lift on Friday, and did the loop again on Saturday. So really I only missed one workout last week - on my planned day off.

We watched "The Business of Being Born" last night - which, I know, Ricki Lake - but I thought it was pretty interesting. If you are thinking about having a natural birth, I would give it a try. It's definitely pro-natural birth and anti-intervention, so if that gets under your skin, better to avoid. There was a lot of footage of natural home births, which was kind of fascinating, and made me feel more confident about wanting to pursue a natural birth. Seeing those women absolutely glowing after giving birth was inspiring (as opposed to watching like TLC's Baby Story where the women are screaming bloody murder and the babies are all in distress). I remember when I first heard Ricki Lake gave birth in her bathtub, I thought she was crazy and that was gross and misguided. But the more I've read about birth, the more open I've become to the idea of giving birth at home, even in the water. And by the time we were done watching that last night, even Adam was like, maybe you should give birth in our bathtub? :) Even though we'll be 25% of the way thru this pregnancy at the end of this week, we still have PLENTY of time to make these decisions.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Let's just pretend Week 9 never happened, shall we?

Week 9. Oh dear. Let's file Week 9 under "The Week I Sucked At Pregnancy" and move right the hell on, M'Kay? This week's behavior was definitely not befitting of a Pregnancy Viking and shall henceforth be stricken from the record and not be admissible as evidence in a court of law.

First off, I skipped not one, not two, but THREE (3) of my planned workouts. Two cardio and one lifting session. Yes, I have my excuses (am pregnant, am tired, am lazy, am bored with said workouts, etc) blah blah blah... no more! There is no - repeat NO - reason to miss workouts unless I am lying in a sickbed. I have pleeeenty of time during work to go move my body for an hour. Plan for self-flagellation: double up tomorrow and Sunday (and maybe Saturday too). Now don't go worrying - doubling up only means I will do my regular lifting plus go for a walk. Hardly overtraining territory. And Saturday it might mean my walk plus a yoga session. Remember, Self: We have never regretted working out!

Secondly, my diet this week... yikes. Can we just erase this week from the history books, nutritionally speaking? You know, wipe the slate clean, no harm no foul? No? Well then, bless me Father, for I have sinned, it's been (uhhhhh) 13? years since my last confession. It has not helped matters that I have been having cravings for all sorts of strange and interesting things. And it's different every day. I normally cannot eat the things I am craving more than once or I get barfy thinking about it.

On Saturday there were the aforementioned buttermilk pancakes doggypaddling in butter and syrup, plus a farmer's omlette! And that was just breakfast!

Sunday it was shrimp scampi that I made with lots of butter and feta and garlic.

Monday featured steak and a salad dripping with ranch dressing, egg, avocado, tomato, and sesame seeds (at Buzz's!).

On Tuesday I had a craving for pizza, which I have been wanting for a week now, but not yet indulged. Instead I satisfied another craving for peanut butter and salad made with butter lettuce leaves (not together).

Yesterday I had a craving for a refried bean burrito with cheddar cheese, but I was like, no that is just ridiculous. But then I got home from work and found a can of mexican black beans in the pantry and the next thing you know I'm shoveling them + shredded cheddar in my piehole with a spoon (we didn't have any tortillas). I ate nearly the whole can. (No I did not spend the whole night tooting, but thanks for wondering.)

And today. Ye gods. *Hangs head in shame* Pregnancy FAIL. Last night I was laying in bed not able to fall asleep, so I said to Adam, I can't sleep my head is racing around in circles. A few minutes later he asked what I was thinking about, and I was like, I'm having an argument with myself about whether I should get Subway for lunch tomorrow or pack something healthy from the fridge. Or maybe go get a slice of pizza and a DQ blizzard. I finally fell asleep and this morning I dutifully packed a couple of hard boiled eggs, cottage cheese, a baggie of cut veggies and an apple and peanut butter for my lunch. But the junk food was like a siren song, and the thought of eating my cottage cheese... barrrrf. Here's what I ended up eating instead:

- 2 hard boiled eggs
- snack pack of peanut butter sandwich crackers, snack pack of oreo cookies, about 5 Reese's mini peanut butter cups
- 6" Italian BMT Sub (with MAYO! The horror!) and a packet of baked lays, plus 3 chocolate chip cookies and a diet Sprite
- a Twix PB bar, 3 Heath miniatures, 4 or 5 more Reese's and 2 Lindt truffles

Sweet baby Jeebus!

You might be wondering if I made myself sick eating all that candy and crap. The Lord's honest truth is: I felt better after I ate it. Seriously. Not even trying to rationalize. I woke up with a headach and feeling all nauseated and pukey, right up until I started in with the peanut butter crackers. And magically my headache went away and the nausea stopped. But lo, the guilt!

Seriously, I need to get "TWO LBS" tatooed on my forehead so I remember that WE'S NOT S'POSEDA GET FATZ YET!!! You'd think I would remember that considering I complain to my poor, beleaguered husband on a daily basis about how Fat I Ammmm! And I feel frummmmmpyyyy! And did I mention faaaaat??? (Even though truly, I hadn't gained any weight yet at my 8 week appointment... although that was before this week's festivities.) I have 3 weeks left in the first trimester to do better!!!

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Midwife v. Doctor

Well the birth center tour went pretty well yesterday. It is a fairly new facility and they have 10 rooms, 4 of which are brand spanking new with a nice pull out couch for dad and a BIG jacuzzi tub you can sit in while you're in labor (you can't deliver in the tub though). I really liked the lady who was leading the tour. She is a lamaze coach and really in favor of natural birth, and she said they really try to accomodate whatever kind of birth you want to have. She said stuff like, "channelling your mother's powerful natural birth," and "sacred experience" and "wisdom of your own body." You can have the lights dimmed, and they have birthing balls and the tubs, and you don't have to lay on your back to deliver the baby. She also said they are big on keeping the baby with mom and dad for the first couple hours after the birth instead of whisking it away for tests and stuff. Overall I think it would be a good experience. BUT - they don't have ANY midwives. And the doctors all have their own protocols so it's up to each of them how they like to do things.

The midwives at Tripler are certified nurse midwives. Midwife means "with women" and it's a more hands-on experience. The midwives spend more time with you and do more teaching and coaching than doctors. With the midwives, you call them at home if you have a question. For the doctors, you have to call the clinic and talk to the answering machine. Women have been having quite a few healthy babies for many thousands of years, and in many other cultures it is typical to go through pregnancy and birth with a midwife instead of a doctor. In America there seems to be a culture of fear and we are so reliant on drugs and machines in our healthcare that the whole experience is medicalized. Pregnancy and birth are normal parts of women's lives. We are having babies, it's not a disease! It's not like surgeons and doctors won't be available if something goes wrong. I'll be in a hospital. And if it's not a normal pregnancy (something is wrong with me or baby) then we won't be able to see the midwives (hospital policy). The doctor's main goal is getting the baby out alive/healthy. They don't necessarily care if you have "your ideal birth experience", or even a natural birth. I know it all depends on who you end up with, but in many cases, doctors are too quick to induce labor or go straight to a C-section. Midwives are experienced with coaching women through the process of labor and delivery. Since I am hoping for a natural birth, this seems more in line with the experience I want.

So I haven't made up my mind yet. I'm going to register us for a tour of the Tripler facilities, and I think I will have a better sense after my first appoitment with the midwife on Oct. 13.

As for pregnancy news... nothing has changed. I'm still feeling nauseated all day long, although thankfully I haven't been puking. I can't imagine what it would be like to have to throw up every day for weeks on end. Being nauseated is bad enough! I'm really super tired, and I have insomnia. It's awful! My stomach seems like it's starting to pooch out more every day. I wake up in the morning and it looks fairly normal, and then by the end of the day it's all poochy! All the books say you don't start to show until 3 or even 4 months, but I'm wondering if my uterus has already doubled in size and it's getting bigger all the time, how is that not displacing other stuff and making my stomach pooch out?! I can imagine it won't be long until I will need to buy some maternity clothes.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Doctors

Adam took me out to dinner at Buzz's Steakhouse at Kailua beach park last night to celebrate our engagement anniversary. I thought it was terribly sweet that he remembered and made a big deal about it and even said I was the best investment he ever made. We always joke about how he had to work hard to "convince" me we were supposed to be together. Those of you who know us from the beginning and know how many ups and downs we had can understand!

I had yet another doctor's appointment today. I saw the OB/GYN last week for our first prenatal appointment and had about 5 gallons of blood drained out of my arm. Then I had to go get stuck again yesterday to have bloodwork done for my endocrinologist today. The OB doesn't even want to see you when you are pregnant until you are about 8 weeks along! Waiting all that time is torture. And then at the first visit nothing happens. We don't get to hear Papoose's heartbeat until our next appointment at 12 weeks.

The endocrinologist, on the other hand, needs to see you RIGHT AWAY, THIS VERY MINUTE when you are pregnant and (as I am) a cancer patient. I saw him 4 weeks ago, practically as soon as I finished peeing on the sticks, and then saw him again today. As expected, my TSH is going up so I get a higher dose of thyroid hormone to keep my levels suppressed. I can't have anywhere near a normal TSH because it could encourage the growth of tumors if there are any cancerous cells left floating around my body that didn't get zapped by the radioactive iodine.

The first thing my endo did was freak me right the hell out. He asked me when my last scan was (June) - when I took a tracer dose of radioactive iodine - and whether they had told me to wait a while before getting pregnant. WTF?! Uh, I remember when I got a whopping treatment dose of RAI back in 2007 they told me to wait a year before getting pregnant. But I don't remember them saying anything during my scan, althought that doesn't mean they didn't and I just missed it. Well, admittedly I was not really that concerned even when he was making a big deal out of it because the tracer dose is such a small amount that a month or two should be plenty of time to get out of my system. It was about 2 months between my scan and getting knocked up. Heck, even a week or two would probably suffice. That stuff degrades and has a half-life of only about 10 days and anyway it flushes out of your system more and more every time you pee. He called the nuclear medicine people and they were able to confirm that it shouldn't be a problem. Crisis averted.

I'm on my way to get a tour of the birth center at the clinic near our house. Because we are Navy, my initial appointment was at the military hospital, Tripler, which is about a 30 minute drive from our house (less if traffic is good). We can get switched to Castle Medical Center which is close by if we want, so we are going to take a tour and see how we like it. My biggest concern is that I would prefer to have my prenatal care with a midwife instead of a physician, and then have the birth attended by a midwife. And they have a midwife program at Tripler which I was accepted into (they only take a certain number each month). I don't think they have a midwife program at Castle. My reasons for this are numerous and I will probably talk more about them as time goes on, but the biggest is that midwives tend to favor less intervention during pregnancy and birth. They view pregnancy/birth as a natural process, not a medical event. And they are more likely to provide the support needed for a natural birth than a busy doctor. The drawback to Tripler is (obviously) that it is far away, and we'll have to drive there once I go into labor. I'm guessing less stress on the birth day is better!

PS: I put up two pregnancy tickers. I like the one on the right that shows a little 3D baby floating there. I did notice though that the baby looks pretty scary and weird right now. By the end of this week it should look more like a little human and not like an alien anymore!

Monday, September 21, 2009

A Year Ago

A year ago today Adam and I got engaged in Wichita, KS. If you had told me on that day that in one year we would be married and expecting our first baby it wouldn't have surprised me one bit! It is exactly what we both wanted and I'm very happy with everything going on in my life right now. Well, except for my job... still not happy there.

I haven't broken the news at work yet. I want to wait a couple more weeks at least to get past the time of the highest risk of miscarriage. I figure next week or the week after I will tell them. I don't exactly look pregnant yet so nobody is any the wiser. Although my uterus is apparently the size of a grapefruit (!!) it is still "in my pelvis" (whatever that means) so there's no pregnant belly to show off at the moment. And Papoose is only about the size of a gummi bear right now. Most of the expanding is just bloat at the moment. All my clothes still fit, although my pants are getting a little tight. Supposedly around week 12 my uterus will start expanding up towards my bellybutton and give me a more pregnant look. I can't wait!

The first trimester is such a weird time. Especially because not everybody knows! My stomach is getting rounder but I don't look pregnant yet, just fat. I'm hungry but nauseated and nothing appeals to eat. I'm tired and exhausted, but I can't sleep at night. All of this is supposed to get better by the second trimester. The time is dragging on right now. I'm sure I will look back and think how fast it all went by!

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Papoose

Ok. I cannot possibly wait one more minute to tell you all that I'm pregnant! I'm a little more than 8 weeks along. We hadn't even really started trying in earnest and the next thing you know I'm peeing on a stick. Wheeee! What can I say? I guess we're fertile. Or lucky. Or some combination of the two. In fact, at one point I was kind of wishy-washy about the whole idea because I was wondering if we would regret not just being the two of us for a while (since we just got married in February), and then there was the matter of wanting to lose 20 lbs before embarking on a weight-gaining-venture, but then the day of ovulation came and we were like, eh, what are we waiting for? We want a baby! We both suspected I was pregnant right away. But I waited the requesite excruciating two weeks before taking a home pregnancy test. My hands were shaking as I sat there holding the stick and watching a second blue line appear. Even though I suspected as much, I could hardly believe it. And Adam didn't believe it!

The line is very faint, but I'm not sure you can be just a little bit pregnant.

He insisted we go get another brand of home pregnancy test. He wanted one with a plus sign, even though I explained it works the same way as the one we had. The next morning I peed on another stick.

Still positive.

I know it's hard to see in this pic, and the second line is still faint, but it's there. We got plus sign pregnancy tests and I proceeded to pee on both of those in the following days.

Peeing on a stick never gets old.

It's positive. Let's move on.

On Monday I went to the clinic and got a blood test to confirm, as well as some counseling and a referral to OB/GYN. They estimate my due date at April 30, even though I know when I ovulated and I think it will not be until a few days later, like May 4. We're having a baby!!!!!!!

Half the time I'm like Squee!! I'm going to have a baby!!!

And the other half I'm like oh... my LORD. I'm going to have a BABY?! Like... grow a human being in my uterus and then it's going to come out of my VAGINA??? Can I change my mind? I mean, sure, I am aware of the mechanics of having a baby, but I have to say the reality of this didn't quite sink in during 5th grade sex-ed class. I guess it's one of those things that you don't understand until it really happens to you.

But mostly: SQUEEE!!!

Am I really going to have a baby?! It's still too soon to tell, maybe. It seems so crazy and unreal and huge and exciting and overwhelming all at once.

Before I got pregnant I would read about pregnant women getting sick and hormonal during the first trimester and for some reason I always thought it wouldn't happen to me... hahaha HAAA! I am so hilariously one big ball of hormonal, paranoid, nauseated, pregnant glory.

Some of the first trimester joys I have experienced so far:

- Let's just get this out of the way up front, shall we? MAH BOOBS. They have taken on a life of their own. They hurt. Are huge. Need special contraptions to keep them from pulling me over forward. And apparently this is just getting started. Let's not speak of it.

- I need olives! I love olives! I will eat 50 olives at once, I will finish the economy size jar in 4 days!!!! I must buy more olives! No wait... olives are disgusting! I can't believe I bought all those olives. Look at them just sitting there all green and slimy and barrrrrrf.

- Pickles! Pickles are the best! No wait...the very idea of pickles makes be gag a little! What is that you're cooking???? FETA CHEESE???? *BARRRRF*

- And so on.

- *Yawn* zzzzzzzzz (Constantly. I am so tired! Bone tired! Making another human out of two cells is hard work, people!)

- Am fat. That is all.

- Except to say, we are supposed to only gain 2 lbs in the first three months, otherwise we are fat cows who ate our weight in pancakes. Preferably smothered in butter and drowning in syrup. Mmmmmm.

- I'm hungry. No wait, I might barf? I know we already covered that, but it bears repeating and if I manage to only gain two pounds in the first trimester it will a) all be in my bra; and b) be because I... *barf*.

Only four more weeks to go in the first trimester people!

Thursday, September 17, 2009

I bore myself.

Seriously, this blog is boring lately, it's bothering even ME, and it's MINE! But I have nothing to blog about at the moment. Or, rather, I do, but can't/won't/don't want to.

Enough with the sickness.... I thought I got better, but then my nose got all stuffed up. Now it's either allergies or I don't know what but it's truly making me sort of miserable! And I'm not sleeping again, so it's contributing to my already-weariness. I'm so tired I'm falling asleep on the couch at 7:30, but then when I go get in bed I can't fall asleep? It's like I can't get my body/brain to STFU.

I am deeply despondent about the ending of season 2 of True Blood and I cannot BELIEVE they are waiting almost a fraking YEAR to start the next season! Yes, even though the season finale was sort of anti-climactic, I still loves it. It didn't surprise me that it ended with a fizzle because they went off on that whole Maryanne tangent and that was really kind of annoying. If they had just stuck with the storyline in book 2, it would have been better. The show climaxed at the whole Light of Day/Godric-burning thing anyway. Pffft. I suppose in the meantime I will content myself to read the rest of the books. I'm on book 5 right now. And I just heard Charlaine Harris published another book in the series!

I can't even look at the news because I get sick with Fear & Loating of Obamacare and all the other retardedness going on in the government these days. Sigh. Let's just say I didn't vote for him. Not that I really had high hopes for McCain either, but at least we wouldn't be swiftly tilting towards socialism.

Speaking of "swiftly tilting", you know, that was like my all time favorite book when I was younger - A Swiftly Tilting Planet. It was so good. I should read it again and find out why I liked it so much the first time. I'm guessing it probably had a bigger impact on me than I realize.

I used to read SO MUCH. I used to zip through piles of library books. I don't read as much anymore. Probably because I spend so much time on the computer reading stuff at work, I don't feel like reading anymore after that.

Let's see, let's see... there's bullshit at work, but I don't really want to go into it. It's still hot. Although now we have our a/c in the living room it makes things MUCH more pleasant. Except I've noticed now that we have the house shut up more that it smells funny in there. Like stuffy or mildewy or something. Great. It probably IS, we just didn't notice it when we had all the windows/doors open all the time.

That's it for now. I'm going home to watch Martha! :D

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Sick!

Last week I succumbed to the office crud that was going around. I woke up on Thursday feeling icky with a sore throat and ended up going home early feeling feverish. I stayed home from work on Friday and spent pretty much the whole weekend on the couch. I didn't get it too badly. My only symptoms were really the sore throat and feeling deeply tired. To the point where we came home from church and the grocery store on Sunday and I laid down and slept for two hours. I've been sleeping like 10 hours a night and then napping during the day. I was worried about how I was going to make it through work, but I've been ok, even though I'm still dragging. I think the worst of it is over. It was kind of a weird illness - I guess my body was fighting it off or something, instead of actually getting full blown sick. I just don't get sick, it's very unusual for me! Besides that whole cancer thing, I haven't been sick since college. Well, ok, I got the flu one time when I went on a work retreat and was locked away with the sick person, and about 70% of us came down with the flu. It was so bad they ended our conference early and sent us all home. But other than that, I don't get colds or anything. Even when everyone else around me is getting sick, I usually power through. I have a strong immune system. Anyway, that was my weekend... sleeping and football. How was yours?

Wednesday, September 02, 2009

One man's trash... as they say.



I got sucked into watching this documentary on tv last night about people who eat unconventional diets (like vegan raw foodists). They had this one lady on there who was a Freegan. Have you ever heard of this? These people live by principles of anti-consumerism. They try to scavenge everything they use - clothes, laundry detergent, soap, furniture and even food. They followed this lady around New York city as she went on a "Trash Tour" gathering food out of trash cans.

I'm not sure what I think about this. I mean, they weren't eating rotten or half-eaten food. They were finding food in packages, unopened, maybe close to the expiration date. Or food from restaurants and shops that just discard everything at the end of the day. Outside of one bagel shop that has "fresh bagels every day" they found bags of bagels made earlier that morning that didn't sell, just put out for trash. Same thing with fruits and vegetables. Cartons of eggs - if one egg was broken, the whole dozen was thrown out. Ready-to-eat meals in packages like soups, sandwiches, etc.

The idea doesn't sound particularly appetizing to me, but in the same token, it is shocking and disappointing how much STUFF we throw away in this country. I remember years ago being in a store after Christmastime where they were pulling wrapping paper off the shelves and putting it in a big trash bin. I asked what they were going to do with it and the clerk said, oh, just throw it away. I was horrified. I asked her why they don't donate it to a shelter or some place that provides toys for underpriviliged children to wrap presents. She said she didn't know, but I dug further and it turns out it messes up profit margins to do stuff like that. Supply and demand. People or companies have to pay for the "free" paper that goes to shelters. If the paper is somehow recycled, it causes paper to be less valuable - if supply goes up, demand goes down and prices go down. When I worked at a restaurant we threw away tons of food. Especially on the days we had buffets. Trays and trays of food went into the garbage.

Anyway, like I said, I'm not sure how I feel about this, and I'd never think of doing it myself. But it's still heartbreaking in a tragic postmodern way.
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