Ahhhh, that was wonderful. So now our family knows -- it was so awesome. Everybody was shellshocked, especially my mother.
Sadly, my camera's batteries were out of juice and I didn't notice it until right before we sat down, but no matter. I'll never forget the expressions on everyone's faces for as long as I live.
I am so tired now -- totally beat. It's been a long day!
Thursday, November 22, 2007
the time is nigh
Ooh, Thanksgiving Day! A time to celebrate family and the expansion thereof! I woke up early this morning -- I tried to go back to sleep, but alas, I felt like a schoolchild on Christmas morning. So up I got and had some Cocoa Puffs to start the day.
People will start arriving in about four hours, but we will still have to keep quiet for another hour or so until we all sit down to our Thanksgiving meal. Gosh, it seems forever!
I started cooking the stuff I need last night. A lot of buttermilk and eggs were worked through. The cranberry sauce is made and I will start to mix up the dressing here in a short bit. I was dead tired when I finished but I didn't do anything compared to The Husband, who has single-handedly cleaned the entire house, top to bottom. He is an absolutely amazing man.
I wish I wasn't so tired. I like to think optimistically that I'm saving all my energy for when the baby gets here.
People will start arriving in about four hours, but we will still have to keep quiet for another hour or so until we all sit down to our Thanksgiving meal. Gosh, it seems forever!
I started cooking the stuff I need last night. A lot of buttermilk and eggs were worked through. The cranberry sauce is made and I will start to mix up the dressing here in a short bit. I was dead tired when I finished but I didn't do anything compared to The Husband, who has single-handedly cleaned the entire house, top to bottom. He is an absolutely amazing man.
I wish I wasn't so tired. I like to think optimistically that I'm saving all my energy for when the baby gets here.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
"Hey, Waiter! Bloody Mary -- O positive."
Our second OB appointment was today. I was both looking forward to and dreading it -- looking forward because I like to know our baby is still doing okay, but dreading it because we might find out something's wrong. There never was a worrywart like an expectant mother.
Our baby, happy to say, is doing wonderfully. We got to both see and hear the heartbeat, which was a fast 173 beats per minute! It was amazing to actually see that little heart flutter.
We got to have another picture of our little Taco, too. It's upside down -- the head is at the bottom and the round thing at the top is the yolk sac. It's heart is on the right side in the middle.
In less than 48 hours is Thanksgiving, and all our family will know. Giddyness upon giddyness.
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But now comes, what was to me, the unexpected kicker. We were going over my progress, upcoming tests, and other such. My OB mentioned my blood work was normal, then she says, "Oh, and you have O positive blood; didn't know if you knew that, but thought I'd tell you."
BOOM.
I'm sure the look on my face was of utter shock as I said, "What? No, I'm A positive."
She double-checked her papers but that's what the lab tests showed. She asked how I knew and I replied they tested me when I was a baby. It's written down in my baby book.
This knowledge has really blown my mind. I always closely identified myself with my blood type. I'm not quite sure why; the only explanation I can think of is because of the science-y/genetic aspect of it. In school, I was always proud that I knew my blood type -- a lot of my classmates did not. We used blood types as an example when learning the Punett square technique of genetic probability, and I found it fascinating.
Apparently I didn't know what I thought I knew.
How could they have mis-typed my blood when I was born? Did they even really test it or just assume since both my parents were A positive that I would be, too? Surely not. I'm just astounded. I can't WAIT to talk to my parents about this.
Our baby, happy to say, is doing wonderfully. We got to both see and hear the heartbeat, which was a fast 173 beats per minute! It was amazing to actually see that little heart flutter.
We got to have another picture of our little Taco, too. It's upside down -- the head is at the bottom and the round thing at the top is the yolk sac. It's heart is on the right side in the middle.
In less than 48 hours is Thanksgiving, and all our family will know. Giddyness upon giddyness.
____________________________
But now comes, what was to me, the unexpected kicker. We were going over my progress, upcoming tests, and other such. My OB mentioned my blood work was normal, then she says, "Oh, and you have O positive blood; didn't know if you knew that, but thought I'd tell you."
BOOM.
I'm sure the look on my face was of utter shock as I said, "What? No, I'm A positive."
She double-checked her papers but that's what the lab tests showed. She asked how I knew and I replied they tested me when I was a baby. It's written down in my baby book.
This knowledge has really blown my mind. I always closely identified myself with my blood type. I'm not quite sure why; the only explanation I can think of is because of the science-y/genetic aspect of it. In school, I was always proud that I knew my blood type -- a lot of my classmates did not. We used blood types as an example when learning the Punett square technique of genetic probability, and I found it fascinating.
Apparently I didn't know what I thought I knew.
How could they have mis-typed my blood when I was born? Did they even really test it or just assume since both my parents were A positive that I would be, too? Surely not. I'm just astounded. I can't WAIT to talk to my parents about this.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
why did they have to pick that guy? what a horrid name!
I'm still battling the Mild Nausea War. Yesterday I bought some SeaBands bracelets that help with motion sickness and other forms of nausea. I think they're helping, too. At first I wasn't sure but when I took them off to take my shower this morning I quickly started to feel worse and couldn't wait to get them back on once I got out.
I've noticed the weirdest thing. There is a word, a certain word -- well, a name, actually -- that will bring on my nausea whenever I hear it. This is sad because the newspeople on NPR won't stop saying his name. Ugg, I can't even type it, it makes me feel ill. Suffice to say, it's the name of the new Attorney General they've just sworn in, hence the nonstop blathering on the news.
It isn't to do with anything political, it's just that his name is so closely related to another word that has been making me feel ill lately because I've been sick. Once again, it nauseates me too much to type it, but it's like boogers, but not as fun and more slimy. Eww eww eww.
If you come up to me and say his name, I might barf on your shoes. You have been warned.
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On a happier note, a week from tomorrow is Thanksgiving and we'll finally get to share the news with our family. We're going to have a full house, too -- there will be 12 people here counting myself and The Husband. Ohh, the looks on their faces . . . I can't wait. Can't wait, I tell you!
Next Tuesday I have my next doctor's appointment with the OB. They're going to do another ultrasound, so this time we should be able to clearly see the baby and hear the heartbeat. I do hope everything is okay. I feel so crummy that surely everything must be fine.
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Ooh, The Husband is home! I hope he is pleased that I finally got off my butt and started dinner. It's the only productive thing I've done all week! He's so patient!
I've noticed the weirdest thing. There is a word, a certain word -- well, a name, actually -- that will bring on my nausea whenever I hear it. This is sad because the newspeople on NPR won't stop saying his name. Ugg, I can't even type it, it makes me feel ill. Suffice to say, it's the name of the new Attorney General they've just sworn in, hence the nonstop blathering on the news.
It isn't to do with anything political, it's just that his name is so closely related to another word that has been making me feel ill lately because I've been sick. Once again, it nauseates me too much to type it, but it's like boogers, but not as fun and more slimy. Eww eww eww.
If you come up to me and say his name, I might barf on your shoes. You have been warned.
________________________
On a happier note, a week from tomorrow is Thanksgiving and we'll finally get to share the news with our family. We're going to have a full house, too -- there will be 12 people here counting myself and The Husband. Ohh, the looks on their faces . . . I can't wait. Can't wait, I tell you!
Next Tuesday I have my next doctor's appointment with the OB. They're going to do another ultrasound, so this time we should be able to clearly see the baby and hear the heartbeat. I do hope everything is okay. I feel so crummy that surely everything must be fine.
________________________
Ooh, The Husband is home! I hope he is pleased that I finally got off my butt and started dinner. It's the only productive thing I've done all week! He's so patient!
Saturday, November 10, 2007
feed me, Seymour!
My Horrific Cold of 2007 seems to finally be breaking. I am ever so happy since the horrible cough wasn't helping the morning sickness at all.
This week was the first week where I had all day bouts of nausea. That plus the cold really slowed me down at work. Thankfully there's been no barfing yet, and the nausea has let up some the last two days.
On one side, that is awesome -- I hate the feeling of nausea. On the other side, my Worrygear(tm) sets in; I begin thinking, "Oh no, I'm not sick -- there must be something wrong." I'm trying not to fret on it too much and just attribute the lack of barfy feeling to the miraculous little wonders known as Reese's Snack Bars that I force myself to eat before I even get out of bed.
I'm certainly still eating a lot. Kinda disturbed by that -- I have a fear of gaining 50 pounds during this process. But sometimes I HAVE TO EAT NOW. A few days ago I was in my office and I realized if I don't get a McDonald's cheeseburger right now, I'm going to barf. It was 10:00 in the morning. Best-tasting cheeseburger McDonald's has ever made.
Need to stop eating so much; this is stupid.
This week was the first week where I had all day bouts of nausea. That plus the cold really slowed me down at work. Thankfully there's been no barfing yet, and the nausea has let up some the last two days.
On one side, that is awesome -- I hate the feeling of nausea. On the other side, my Worrygear(tm) sets in; I begin thinking, "Oh no, I'm not sick -- there must be something wrong." I'm trying not to fret on it too much and just attribute the lack of barfy feeling to the miraculous little wonders known as Reese's Snack Bars that I force myself to eat before I even get out of bed.
I'm certainly still eating a lot. Kinda disturbed by that -- I have a fear of gaining 50 pounds during this process. But sometimes I HAVE TO EAT NOW. A few days ago I was in my office and I realized if I don't get a McDonald's cheeseburger right now, I'm going to barf. It was 10:00 in the morning. Best-tasting cheeseburger McDonald's has ever made.
Need to stop eating so much; this is stupid.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
a bizarre feeling
It is truly a bizarre sensation to feel absolutely, completely nauseated and at the same time be quite hungry; so hungry your stomach is growling in a most unpleasant fashion.
So what do you do?
I have learned that you get a Subway sandwich at 9 in the morning. Just eat it slowly. It will last you until 2 in the afternoon.
Incidentally, Subway is AWESOME for serving sandwiches at this time of day. They get a gold star from me.
So what do you do?
I have learned that you get a Subway sandwich at 9 in the morning. Just eat it slowly. It will last you until 2 in the afternoon.
Incidentally, Subway is AWESOME for serving sandwiches at this time of day. They get a gold star from me.
Friday, November 2, 2007
one step closer
Every day I feel a little closer to barfing. Eww eww eww.
Dear God, just let it be at the house.
Dear God, just let it be at the house.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
dirty little liar
My mother called me last night to tell her her best friend is going to be a grandmother. Her son and his wife are expecting their first child next June -- a day after I'm due, actually. I just grinned and nodded while we talked about that. I know my mom's ready to be a grandmother as well. Little does she know.
Later I talked to my sister about the same baby news. Since the topic was all baby, she eventually flat-out asked me a question: "So are y'all ready to have a baby yet?"
I pause a moment, vividly aware of the little Taco growing inside me, and say, "Nooooo . . ." I go on to say how the cats keep me happy and occupied.
I hope I lied well enough. The Husband thinks I didn't pull it off and now she knows. Well, we'll find out in three short weeks.
That's right -- three weeks. The Husband and I quickly decided that there is no way on God's green earth we're gonna be able to wait until Christmas to hold this secret in, so Thanksgiving is the mark. It really works out well. Both of our immediate families will be gathered in one spot -- it will be huge. It might even make The Event of the Week!
Now if I could only rig up my camera to snap a picture right when the cat's out of the bag to get a shot of everyone's faces. There's gotta be a way.
Later I talked to my sister about the same baby news. Since the topic was all baby, she eventually flat-out asked me a question: "So are y'all ready to have a baby yet?"
I pause a moment, vividly aware of the little Taco growing inside me, and say, "Nooooo . . ." I go on to say how the cats keep me happy and occupied.
I hope I lied well enough. The Husband thinks I didn't pull it off and now she knows. Well, we'll find out in three short weeks.
That's right -- three weeks. The Husband and I quickly decided that there is no way on God's green earth we're gonna be able to wait until Christmas to hold this secret in, so Thanksgiving is the mark. It really works out well. Both of our immediate families will be gathered in one spot -- it will be huge. It might even make The Event of the Week!
Now if I could only rig up my camera to snap a picture right when the cat's out of the bag to get a shot of everyone's faces. There's gotta be a way.
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