sputnik likes oreos

I'm eating little mini Oreos this morning because Sputnik apparently likes them. I usually don't, or I at least scrape out the cream filling for disposal. If I gain 80 pounds, it's all Sputnik's fault.

I had a quick little checkup yesterday and everything's peachy. Slowly but surely I think the nausea horribilus is ebbing -- I went all the way from Monday to yesterday afternoon without taking a Pill of Awesome. Twelve pills left.

Looking forward to January and the beginning of the boring second trimester. I like the part where I'm hungry and can stomach water again.

and I thought the taco made me feel queasy

Hey . . . meet Sputnik!



This is actually from a couple of weeks ago. Been a while since I've mentioned the new one, huh? I have a very good excuse; even a doctor's note.

Right around the six-week mark, I started feeling sick, sick, SICK. It was horrendous. I never full-on barfed, but I was always at that last step right before one does. That feeling stayed with me from waking up in the morning to going to bed at night. Unconsciousness was my only defense. I even started to lose weight; I never lost a pound with Lydia.

This came up at my last doctor's appointment and, glory of glories, she prescribed me some happy happy anti-nausea medicine that has been a wonder. Dance! Unfortunately, due to an insurance prescription cap I didn't know I had, I am officially maxed out on drugs until January 1st, so what I have is what I get. Fourteen pills left. I hope I don't get really truly sick between now and January, actually.

Waiting 'till Thanksgiving to tell everybody didn't exactly pan out. The Husband talked me into telling immediate family the same weekend he found out, and so we did. After the last appointment where we got to see the heartbeat and all that jazz, we're pretty much telling everybody. I decided on Sputnik because I've decided it's a boy since it's kicking my butt so much more this time.

So here we are, two days after Thanksgiving, and I cannot wait for it to be January. Or Spring, for that matter. I'm cold.

no longer alone with da secret

The Husband arrived home at 1:30 this morning. I was ever so glad to see him! It was another long night, then I ended up waking early again, so I had to rely on the interwebs to amuse me. Lydia eventually got up and her commotion with breakfast and gabbing eventually got The Husband out of bed.

I listened while The Husband told me about his week and all the stuff he learned. He had a great time. Eventually Lydia's demands for the Ending of Breakfast became pretty loud so I passed along her 'note' to him. "Here," I said, "Lydia got you a card."

"Aww, how sweet," he replied, and began to read.

I watched his face as he read Lydia's words:

Daddy,

I am so glad you are home. I missed you very much.
Mommy told me a secret and to not tell anyone but you. She said I am going to be a big sister. I don't know what that means, but I think I get to be the boss.

Love, Lydia

The Husband blinked, then looked at me. "Seriously?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Oh my God. Wow, another baby." Then he grinned real big and gave me a hug.

"You want to know the funny part?" I asked. "I'm due June 23rd." Then I started laughing.

____________________

The Husband is very excited indeed. I am just glad I am not the only one that knows anymore. That is quite a big secret to carry around for five days. The initial idea is to announce to family at Thanksgiving again, though we might do it before, I dunno.

Yay, I have someone to talk to about this! Ha ha ha ha ha!

anticipation

It's the eve before The Husband gets back from his week-long trip. I am so nervous. This weekend is going to be a fun-filled shebang of birthday celebrations and a zoo visit with my sister and her flock, so I haven't yet decided if I will let him know before or after. I'm leaning towards before, mainly because I'm tired of knowing all by my lonesome. It's been a long week.

At least I've figured out how to let him know. Lydia will write him a note, with my help. She wants to know if she will be able to be the boss.

Surprisingly, I've already noticed the in-comings of that horrible pregnancy nausea feeling. I won't feel hungry forever, then I'll get that hollow-in-the-pit-of-my-stomach feeling that is quite strong and practically unbearable, but the moment I start eating food I feel full to the point of nauseated again. What gives? I thought I had a few more weeks before this started!

october surprise

The Husband is out of town this week, off to a rare conference and filling his head with all sorts of knowledge and awesomeness. Should be a quiet week here at the abode? Sure. Except something just doesn't feel right . . .

So this morning, before Lydia woke up, I conducted a little science experiment involving a few months-expired pregnancy test and, of course, pee.

The test was totally positive.

So there I am, still half-asleep (hence no picture) staring at these two lines. This is BIG NEWS, and I have no one to talk to for almost a week. There's no way I can tell The Husband this over the phone, though a brief mind experiment involving texting a picture of the test to him and imagining his reaction while sitting in a roomful of others trying to listen to the expensive speaker at the front of the room gave me a light chuckle.

I don't think it's hit me yet, this other child that is coming. I did have sense enough to pick up another, unexpired test and re-confirm the two lines.

Some quick calculations reveal that the due date is June 23rd, 2010 YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME, but I will bet you right now it'll be June 14th. Write it down.

I feel fine now, but this time, I know what's coming . . . the nausea, the extreme tiredness, the HUGENESS, night feedings and crying for no reason.

But also . . .

The cooing, the first smile, the cuddling, that baby-fresh smell, the first laugh, rolling over for the first time, sitting up, crawling, walking, realizing mashed potatoes are manna from Heaven!

Two years apart. Buddy, I got it.