Tuesday, September 25, 2012

My Boy


I'm having a boy!

Funny how everyone wants to know the sex of the baby...some even more so than the parents. When you tell them they're all exited and say how wonderful that is. Half the people who talked to me yesterday after I told them thought this was funny to them to. "How Wonderful" or "Yea!" is an appropriate answer to whatever you're told. What did you expect them to say? "Really?" "Oh, darn." No, they're not going to do that. Everyone's just happy to know and to be happy with you.

The Scan

As I lay on the table, the radiologist asked whether we wanted to know the sex of the baby, and of course we said yes. Anyone who knows me well knows I can't have a present in front of me long before I have to know what's inside. :-) She asks again after a while of doing the scan. After we said yes, she pointed out a little penis. Then said, "We can never be completely sure." Maybe not, but she was seemed pretty confident, especially since one hand was over the baby's face and the other was elsewhere. Speaking of covering his face. We have to go back in a couple of weeks. Baby refused to either uncover his face or stop turning in. Apparently, they like to get a good shot to make sure baby's developing properly. All else was perfect though. Heart and veins were good. Kidneys and stomach were there. Brain and other bits were the right size. We saw knees, fingers, spine, ribs. All very cool. Jer's happy we got a video of it all. If you want to see it, I can email it to you.

Telling Work Friends

After we took the photo above, I was fixing my hair so I could go to work. Jer decided it'd be fun to tie the ribbon under my bust line (bow in back), where my shirt had a seam. So that's how I told those who work in my office. They thought it was cute.

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Hiccups

So I get the hiccups when it's time to eat. I don't actually continue to hiccup, just do it once or twice. I guess I don't have to worry about forgetting to eat, which is good as I'm supposed to be eating every 2 hours. Frequently, I hiccup when I've had enough as well. "Way to go, baby" on portion control? What interesting is when I wake in the night to turn over or empty my bladder, I hiccup. I suppose that's fair, but I am not going to go find food in the middle of the night. :-)

While we're on the topic of eating. I'm tired of it. Seriously every two hours, I have to eat or I just feel ill. I know you're thinking that sounds fantastic! It's not. I carry around so much food in my work bag that my work stuff doesn't fit in it.

I did recently buy a really cool tupperware-like container that has many different compartments in it. I got it to help me eat more veg. It's hard eating veg at work. I have plenty of fruit a day. It's the veg that gets me. My new container now holds: broccoli, cauliflower, carrots, celery, olives, peanut butter, a peanut butter and jam sandwich, and a cheese stick. I thought I'd eat all that in one day. And if it were just about the portion, I would. I just can't bring myself to eat all those in one day. Luckily, I don't have to. I just mix it up depending on what I'm feeling. My fruit intake in a day will generally also include a banana, pear, kiwis, and grapes. I've been shying away from apples for the most part. One day in early pregnancy they made my stomach cramp up. I had them cooked the other day with pork and mushrooms. That seemed alright. Maybe it was just that they were raw...or maybe it was just that I was still in early pregnancy. Either way, just don't want to chance it.

*Hiccup* time to eat again.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Baby Brain

This is for you, Grandma.

"What is baby brain?" you may ask. Well, let me tell you. You know how you walk into a room and forget why you're there? Well, it's like that, but worse. I've found myself staring at a blank wall. If anyone interrupts what I'm saying or thinking, including myself, I won't remember what I was going to say.  I have tried saving something on my computer and opened the same wrong folder 3 times in a row. About every 10 mins I find myself asking myself what I'm supposed to be doing. What was I saying? Oh, I hate it.