Reiza over at The Spaceship tagged me, so here goes!
Original Meme can be found at Dirty Little Secret, but I am going to defy the rules for a moment because I have no clue who to tag, so I'll just post the six random things.
The rules:a. Link to the person who tagged you.b. Post the rules on your blog.c. Write six random things about yourself.d. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.e. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment at their blog.f. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.
Random Things About Me:
1. Pregnancy has given me very strange, but real dreams. My latest one is assisting in (actually, performing) the delivery of the baby of one of my online friends. She and I caught the baby together. The baby was delivered on my bed of all places while we were waiting for her husband to come over and pick her up. I gotta say, I hope my birth goes as well as hers did in my dream because wow it was an awesome delivery.
2. Having a big family is good in some ways, but bad in others. Like when trying to find a baby name...
3. I really resent people who are slackers. I dislike when people take on a job and then refuse to perform all the duties required of said job. I even more dislike when people push said duties off on me. Can ya tell it's a pet peeve?
4. I am frugal to a fault. I hate spending money. I recently bought $50 worth of maternity and baby clothes (that were a steal) and felt guilty over it for DAYS. Being frugal is what has gotten us to our stable financial situation and is going to give me the ability to stay at home once Pumpkin is born, but it's annoying at times.
5. I want people to think of awesome things to get me, not ask what I want. This is particularly true for dh. He asks what I want every year for Christmas. He asked what I want for Mother's Day. I just want him to go out there and buy something special that HE thought of because he knows me well enough to do that. And I really want my mom to make up a special bag of stuff for me to take to the hospital like a nightgown, socks, music, etc.
6. In case it's not glaringly obvious, my love language is gifts. And yes, I completely believe in the five love languages.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
12 weeks, 5 days
On the cusp of beginning my 13th week and the official start of my second trimester (second trimester??? Me??? Are you serious???) I finally find the time to write a note of the twelfth week. It was a rather eventful week which gives me much to blog about, however robs me of the time to do so. Oh sweet irony.
This week brought another small scare and some slightly bad news. In the overall scheme of things, this is the best kind of bad news to get, but still scared me. I had another incident, went in for another ultrasound.
The good/great/awesome part: I got to see my little Pumpkin and my oh my is it an active one!!! He/she was wiggling all over the place so much the ultrasound technician had a hard time getting the measurements she needed. I heard a strong, wonderful heartbeat. She confirmed what I already knew which is that an active baby is a healthy baby. Pumpkin is measuring right on target and I got two new WONDERFUL ultrasound pictures where it actually looks like a baby this time! The peanut has definitely grown. Oh, the part that made me cry? Pumpkin fliped around and put it's little hand right in front like it was saying, "Hi Momma!" Yeah, I am a sap.
The not so good, but not so bad part: I have some retroplacental bleeding. A very small amount and the majority of it was already clotted. I get to stop one of my pills which is actually good because I don't like taking a lot of medications anyway.
My progesterone suppositories are only once every other day now.
I am blessed. That is all. :-)
This week brought another small scare and some slightly bad news. In the overall scheme of things, this is the best kind of bad news to get, but still scared me. I had another incident, went in for another ultrasound.
The good/great/awesome part: I got to see my little Pumpkin and my oh my is it an active one!!! He/she was wiggling all over the place so much the ultrasound technician had a hard time getting the measurements she needed. I heard a strong, wonderful heartbeat. She confirmed what I already knew which is that an active baby is a healthy baby. Pumpkin is measuring right on target and I got two new WONDERFUL ultrasound pictures where it actually looks like a baby this time! The peanut has definitely grown. Oh, the part that made me cry? Pumpkin fliped around and put it's little hand right in front like it was saying, "Hi Momma!" Yeah, I am a sap.
The not so good, but not so bad part: I have some retroplacental bleeding. A very small amount and the majority of it was already clotted. I get to stop one of my pills which is actually good because I don't like taking a lot of medications anyway.
My progesterone suppositories are only once every other day now.
I am blessed. That is all. :-)
Saturday, April 12, 2008
11 weeks 2 days
Yeah, I completely neglected updating on the day of my graduation and then again the day after. My life's been insane, please forgive.
Besides the joy of being so much closer to the end of my first trimester and the next doctor's appointment where we will definitely hear that wonderful heartbeat on the doppler, this week has been momentous for other reasons. I've decreased my progesterone. Now we're down to once a day. In just five short days, it will again go down to every other day.
I feel like I am coming to the other side. I'm coming to peace with my body, even slightly. After losing Lucas, I distrusted and disliked my body. I not only mourned for the child that I lost, but for the fact my body was not competent enough to provide safety and support to my child. I faced the reality that I let my own child down by not providing it with the hormone balance it needed to survive.
But this time, with some medical help, I've done better. I've kept this child safe and protected thus far. And I am planning the entrace to the world this child deserves.
We're getting closer, folks. One and a half weeks to go until we reach the second trimester officially. And hopefully some movement.
Besides the joy of being so much closer to the end of my first trimester and the next doctor's appointment where we will definitely hear that wonderful heartbeat on the doppler, this week has been momentous for other reasons. I've decreased my progesterone. Now we're down to once a day. In just five short days, it will again go down to every other day.
I feel like I am coming to the other side. I'm coming to peace with my body, even slightly. After losing Lucas, I distrusted and disliked my body. I not only mourned for the child that I lost, but for the fact my body was not competent enough to provide safety and support to my child. I faced the reality that I let my own child down by not providing it with the hormone balance it needed to survive.
But this time, with some medical help, I've done better. I've kept this child safe and protected thus far. And I am planning the entrace to the world this child deserves.
We're getting closer, folks. One and a half weeks to go until we reach the second trimester officially. And hopefully some movement.
Friday, April 4, 2008
10 weeks
Technically 1ow1d because I stink and didn't update yesterday. Yes, you may beat me later for that.
I know I say this every week, but I can hardly believe I'm here! I've come into the double digits of pregnancy! It seems surreal that in less than a week I will be able to hear my baby's heartbeat with a doppler (if I had a doppler to use, that is).
The whole lack of everything bad you hear about the first trimester (pain, morning sickness, mood swings, etc) makes it still hard to believe I am truly pregnant. I do cry a lot and I am exhausted all the time, but nothing near the horror stories so many people portray. I feel fortunate, but it still feels as if it's happening to someone else and not me.
Our first OB appointment was this week. It went wonderfully from my standpoint. The doctor did not get the heartbeat on the doppler, but I was prepared for that since it is so early. Otherwise, my uterus measures on schedule, my pelvis measures a good size for passing a baby and all my bloodwork and urinalysis is awesome. Even cynical Husband liked Dr. McDreamy.
Only 4 more weeks until the next appointment where I get to hear that wonderful little heartbeat!
I know I say this every week, but I can hardly believe I'm here! I've come into the double digits of pregnancy! It seems surreal that in less than a week I will be able to hear my baby's heartbeat with a doppler (if I had a doppler to use, that is).
The whole lack of everything bad you hear about the first trimester (pain, morning sickness, mood swings, etc) makes it still hard to believe I am truly pregnant. I do cry a lot and I am exhausted all the time, but nothing near the horror stories so many people portray. I feel fortunate, but it still feels as if it's happening to someone else and not me.
Our first OB appointment was this week. It went wonderfully from my standpoint. The doctor did not get the heartbeat on the doppler, but I was prepared for that since it is so early. Otherwise, my uterus measures on schedule, my pelvis measures a good size for passing a baby and all my bloodwork and urinalysis is awesome. Even cynical Husband liked Dr. McDreamy.
Only 4 more weeks until the next appointment where I get to hear that wonderful little heartbeat!
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