boingy

My doctor's appointment on Tuesday went well. It wasn't a huge one; the doctor just listened to the heartbeat -- a fast 130something per minute -- and talked about how the pregnancy was going so far.

I had another appointment yesterday at the university medical center downtown to have a first trimester screening ultrasound. It wasn't required but we decided to go ahead and do it. Everything they look for in the ultrasound came out fine, and we got to see the Taco again. For the first time, it looked like an actual baby!


It was really awesome to watch the Taco move and jump around. It really did like to jump -- boingy, boingy, boingy! It's about two inches long right now. How cool.

Sadly, we won't be able to peek inside again until our next ultrasound at 20 weeks, sometime in mid-February. Then we'll be able to find out the sex. Exciting!

still here

Yeah, I hadn't really dropped off the face of the earth or anything. These past few weeks have just been so tiring. It's amazing how quickly I get tired lately, but I think that is starting to wear off. There were some days where I would come home from work and absolutely fall asleep on the couch, wake up long enough to eat some dinner, then go to bed.

My next doctor's appointment is tomorrow, so hopefully that will go smoothly.

It's been hard to do stuff for Christmas this year, mainly because of the tired thing. It took us forever to finally go shopping. Now we've shopped, but I've still got to wrap presents. I'm going to try to do a little bit each day. I've got about a week to get it done! The cats already tried to get into one of their shipped packages.

Crazy to think that this time next year there'll be a six month old crawling around, trying to get into the litter box. Hopefully we'll have found a better place for that. With one cat, just the smell alone will chase you out of the room. God knows what her little nuggets taste like.

sweet release of secrets

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!

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.

"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.

____________________________

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.

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.

________________________

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!

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.