Last week was a long one and I was crazy busy, so I didnt have time to update. A few things happened: I had to stop taking the prenatal pills Austin had bought me. Turns out that my night nausea was being caused by them. I threw up two times this week before I caught on and stopped taking them. Since then, only a few things have made me nauseous, but not to the point of throwing up. The most random things make me sick to my stomach. Like last night for instance. We went to Quiznos and while we were standing in line, I watched the sandwich guy put some steak on a piece of bread and I almost had to walk out of the store. Crazy.
Also, last week I realized that the baby makes me mean sometimes. On Wednesday I was teaching my 5th period, and they weren't being any louder than normal or any less respectful than normal, but I couldn't stop yelling at them. I remember thinking at the time that I was going crazy and didn't need to be yelling, but I couldn't stop. There was just this rage built up inside of me and I had to let it out. I was fine later in the day, but the hormones were on overdrive after lunch I guess. Right now, I'm just trying to get through this year and my motivation is that I won't be back next year. I'm going to miss the people I work with, but its going to be nice to take some time off and get to know my baby. By the way, my mother has decided she is going to call the baby Sprout right now until we know what it is. Why Sprout you ask? Well, the other night she was eating bean sprouts and they tasted bad and she just had this epiphany that the baby would be called Sprout. Interesting. :)
I'm very nervous for my first appointment on Tuesday. I hope everything is ok. I still have these random cramps and pain in my stomach, so I'm hoping that has nothing to do with the pregnancy. I'm also hoping that we can already hear the heartbeat. I'm not really in the mood to write a lot right now because I just vaccuumed the whole house with our new pet hair vaccuum. I'm exhausted. Just like I am pretty much all the time now. I got tired standing for 5 minutes in church today. I'm going to take a nap.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
I miss sushi...
I know I haven't been pregnant that long, but already the inability to eat sushi is affecting me. Austin and I went to a Japanese steakhouse for dinner this evening and they make the best sushi I've ever had. I, unfortunately, could not partake in this deliciousness. Well, at least the uncooked stuff; I can have the sushi that contains cooked fish. My favorite though, is just the pieces of salmon and tuna on rice. So yummy. Austin got a roll with eel on top and shrimp tempura in the middle. Jerk. So I went ahead and punished him by stuffing my face full of steak and shrimp (cooked) and rice and veggies. It was amazing, but not amazing enough to make up for my lack of sushi. Oh well, one month down, 8 to go...
Another thought: I thought I would miss drinking more than I do. I mean, there are days when I come home and a whiskey and coke would be the perfect way to make 9th graders disappear for a while, but for the most part it wasn't a huge sacrifice. I still can go to the Place with my awesome friends from work (shout out ladies), I can still go to Chimys, I can still have fun with everyone, but just not have the same headache they have the next morning. Another plus from this abstaining from alcohol: I've lost two pounds this week. lol
We have named the baby Little Bug for now-until we learn what sex it is. Little Bug because I call Austin Bug, short for Love Bug. I know, gag, but you can get over it. :) Austin had the idea today to call it Cookie because its cooking inside of me and he likes to tell me I'm baking. Its cute, but I dont really want to think of my baby as a pastry.
I have to remember to ask the doctor if I can ski over Christmas break. I wanted to learn to snowboard, but there's too much risk in me falling in that endeavor. I can stay up on blades pretty well so I think it'll be ok, but we'll see what the doc says. A week and half till the first visit!
Another thought: I thought I would miss drinking more than I do. I mean, there are days when I come home and a whiskey and coke would be the perfect way to make 9th graders disappear for a while, but for the most part it wasn't a huge sacrifice. I still can go to the Place with my awesome friends from work (shout out ladies), I can still go to Chimys, I can still have fun with everyone, but just not have the same headache they have the next morning. Another plus from this abstaining from alcohol: I've lost two pounds this week. lol
We have named the baby Little Bug for now-until we learn what sex it is. Little Bug because I call Austin Bug, short for Love Bug. I know, gag, but you can get over it. :) Austin had the idea today to call it Cookie because its cooking inside of me and he likes to tell me I'm baking. Its cute, but I dont really want to think of my baby as a pastry.
I have to remember to ask the doctor if I can ski over Christmas break. I wanted to learn to snowboard, but there's too much risk in me falling in that endeavor. I can stay up on blades pretty well so I think it'll be ok, but we'll see what the doc says. A week and half till the first visit!
Thursday, October 15, 2009
The beginning of nausea....
About 30 minutes ago, I had my first major run in with nausea. The past couple nights I've had an upset stomach, but nothing that some tummy rubbing from the hubby couldn't cure. Tonight, after eating a salad, and while watching last week's episode of Greys (thank God for DVR), I had to run to the bathroom. All that ended up happening was a little gagging, but still, I am not looking forward to the days ahead. It seems that my "morning" sickness will happen at night, and that Ranch dressing may no longer be an option...lame.
I made my first appointment with the doctor for Oct 27. It seems that doctors don't even want to see you until you're about 6 weeks pregnant. I guess that makes sense. I guess there are some idiots out there that can't read a pregnancy test and around 6 weeks, they start to realize that, whoops, they aren't really pregnant. I'm so excited for the appointment for the sole reason that it will just confirm what the tests and nausea and sore chest area already tell me. The rest of the appointment is not so thrilling. Seriously, the OBGYN has to be the most uncomfortable place in the whole world. I'm pretty sure that if I were to go to hell, that it would just be a constant visit to the gyno.
I am kind of tired of being so irritable. I'm pretty sure my students think I'm the biggest bitch on the face of the earth. Everything gets on my nerves, and I fly off the handle at the tiniest things. Its getting old, and I just want to be happy again. Something else that I'm worried about is the cramping that I feel in my abdomen. I'm sure its nothing, and I was told today that since there's no spotting with it, I should be fine, but still. Its a little nerve-racking to feel cramping in the area that your baby is growing. One thought that went through my mind was atopic pregnany, but I'm sure its not that. (Fingers crossed, knock on wood, throw the salt over my shoulder).
Mostly right now, I'm still so thrilled at the idea. I told the girls that I coach today and they all ran around the gym screaming with delight. And then said they understood why I was so grumpy lately. lol I love telling people. Babies just make people happy, and when you tell them they get so excited for you. Its just a happy time and I'm stoked to be a part of it.
I made my first appointment with the doctor for Oct 27. It seems that doctors don't even want to see you until you're about 6 weeks pregnant. I guess that makes sense. I guess there are some idiots out there that can't read a pregnancy test and around 6 weeks, they start to realize that, whoops, they aren't really pregnant. I'm so excited for the appointment for the sole reason that it will just confirm what the tests and nausea and sore chest area already tell me. The rest of the appointment is not so thrilling. Seriously, the OBGYN has to be the most uncomfortable place in the whole world. I'm pretty sure that if I were to go to hell, that it would just be a constant visit to the gyno.
I am kind of tired of being so irritable. I'm pretty sure my students think I'm the biggest bitch on the face of the earth. Everything gets on my nerves, and I fly off the handle at the tiniest things. Its getting old, and I just want to be happy again. Something else that I'm worried about is the cramping that I feel in my abdomen. I'm sure its nothing, and I was told today that since there's no spotting with it, I should be fine, but still. Its a little nerve-racking to feel cramping in the area that your baby is growing. One thought that went through my mind was atopic pregnany, but I'm sure its not that. (Fingers crossed, knock on wood, throw the salt over my shoulder).
Mostly right now, I'm still so thrilled at the idea. I told the girls that I coach today and they all ran around the gym screaming with delight. And then said they understood why I was so grumpy lately. lol I love telling people. Babies just make people happy, and when you tell them they get so excited for you. Its just a happy time and I'm stoked to be a part of it.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Two pink lines...
...that's all it took to change mine and Austin's lives.
Austin and I were not neccessarily trying to get pregnant, we just weren't doing anything to prevent it. Ideally, we would've waited until he was home from Iraq for a little while longer, but I think we both just had babies on the brain and decided to leave it up to chance. He came home on August 28, and we had this conversation when he had been home for about two weeks. We didn't know how long it would take or anything, we just knew we were going to have fun in the meantime ;).
About two weeks ago, I started noticing that I was being very snappy with everyone at work and yelling at my students for the simplest things. Now, keep in mind I teach freshmen, so there isn't really a day that goes by when they don't annoy me, but this was ridiculous. I knew something definitely wasn't right when one of my best students asked me why I was so mad all the time. I had to respond with, "I have no idea," but something tugged at the back of my mind. On the way home, I did the math and did the count backwards to the last month and knew that sometime this week I should be getting my little rosy friend that all women look forward to with absolutely no enthusiasm. I thought that it wouldn't hurt to stop by Target and get a pregnancy test.
Walking through that isle of Target is surreal, especially when you there's a possibility it could be real. We've all walked through it before, knowing that nothing really was going on, but just as a precaution. As I pondered the ClearBlueEasys and Target brand tests, I realized that this little stick was going to determine the rest of my life, and I decided on First Response since they let you know your fate "up to 5 days sooner!"
As soon as I got home I headed to the bathroom and did my thing (seriously, can't they make that less awkward?) Before I even set it on the counter to let it marinate, the pink started showing up. Of course, I had to walk away otherwise I would be a nervous wreck just standing there staring at a stick of pee. I went to say hello to Austin, who was sleeping on the couch. Leave it to men to be sleeping at such crucial points in our lives. We did the small talk thing, mostly because he can't really hold a conversation when he's first waking up and also because I was too nervous to discuss anything of substance. Three minutes was up. As I crept up on the test, the butterflies were flapping at mach 3. I peered into the litte plastic window. Two lines. Instantly, a huge smile spread across my face and I did a little happy dance and danced back into the living room to wake Austin up again. I jiggled his shoulder and told him that I had something to show him. He looked at the stick, and then looked again, and then focused on it and then looked at me and asked, "Is that what I think it is?" I nodded and said I was pregnant and we kissed a very unsure, but at the same time jubilant kiss. Then he said the words I'll never forget: "Dang, I'm good."
A couple hours later, I took another test, and almost instantly it came back positive. That, along with the sore boobs and lack of a period and exhaustion and face that looks like a 14 year old's tell me that I am pregnant. It is the most nerve-racking, scary, amazing thing that I have ever done in my life and I am stoked. I still need to make the doctor's appointment to find out all the important things like due date and all that, and that should be happening sometime this week. If the next nine months are anything like the first week, its going to be a rollercoaster of a ride. I'm already worried about things like miscarriages and unhealthy babies, but have found that its incredibly easy to give up the things that are bad for you, like alcohol. There is some cramping that has me nervous, but thankfully no morning sickness yet.
Austin wants a boy, but my mom and dad and step-dad all want a girl. I'm not sure what I want yet, and in all reality it doesnt really matter. Not to sound cliche, but all I want is a healthy baby. This blog will be about my fears, my joys, my appointments, everything that I want to share with my friends and family. I hope you guys stick with me because its going to be one hell of a ride!
Austin and I were not neccessarily trying to get pregnant, we just weren't doing anything to prevent it. Ideally, we would've waited until he was home from Iraq for a little while longer, but I think we both just had babies on the brain and decided to leave it up to chance. He came home on August 28, and we had this conversation when he had been home for about two weeks. We didn't know how long it would take or anything, we just knew we were going to have fun in the meantime ;).
About two weeks ago, I started noticing that I was being very snappy with everyone at work and yelling at my students for the simplest things. Now, keep in mind I teach freshmen, so there isn't really a day that goes by when they don't annoy me, but this was ridiculous. I knew something definitely wasn't right when one of my best students asked me why I was so mad all the time. I had to respond with, "I have no idea," but something tugged at the back of my mind. On the way home, I did the math and did the count backwards to the last month and knew that sometime this week I should be getting my little rosy friend that all women look forward to with absolutely no enthusiasm. I thought that it wouldn't hurt to stop by Target and get a pregnancy test.
Walking through that isle of Target is surreal, especially when you there's a possibility it could be real. We've all walked through it before, knowing that nothing really was going on, but just as a precaution. As I pondered the ClearBlueEasys and Target brand tests, I realized that this little stick was going to determine the rest of my life, and I decided on First Response since they let you know your fate "up to 5 days sooner!"
As soon as I got home I headed to the bathroom and did my thing (seriously, can't they make that less awkward?) Before I even set it on the counter to let it marinate, the pink started showing up. Of course, I had to walk away otherwise I would be a nervous wreck just standing there staring at a stick of pee. I went to say hello to Austin, who was sleeping on the couch. Leave it to men to be sleeping at such crucial points in our lives. We did the small talk thing, mostly because he can't really hold a conversation when he's first waking up and also because I was too nervous to discuss anything of substance. Three minutes was up. As I crept up on the test, the butterflies were flapping at mach 3. I peered into the litte plastic window. Two lines. Instantly, a huge smile spread across my face and I did a little happy dance and danced back into the living room to wake Austin up again. I jiggled his shoulder and told him that I had something to show him. He looked at the stick, and then looked again, and then focused on it and then looked at me and asked, "Is that what I think it is?" I nodded and said I was pregnant and we kissed a very unsure, but at the same time jubilant kiss. Then he said the words I'll never forget: "Dang, I'm good."
A couple hours later, I took another test, and almost instantly it came back positive. That, along with the sore boobs and lack of a period and exhaustion and face that looks like a 14 year old's tell me that I am pregnant. It is the most nerve-racking, scary, amazing thing that I have ever done in my life and I am stoked. I still need to make the doctor's appointment to find out all the important things like due date and all that, and that should be happening sometime this week. If the next nine months are anything like the first week, its going to be a rollercoaster of a ride. I'm already worried about things like miscarriages and unhealthy babies, but have found that its incredibly easy to give up the things that are bad for you, like alcohol. There is some cramping that has me nervous, but thankfully no morning sickness yet.
Austin wants a boy, but my mom and dad and step-dad all want a girl. I'm not sure what I want yet, and in all reality it doesnt really matter. Not to sound cliche, but all I want is a healthy baby. This blog will be about my fears, my joys, my appointments, everything that I want to share with my friends and family. I hope you guys stick with me because its going to be one hell of a ride!
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