Today at lunch, I thought I was doing just fine. I wasn't thinking about my Mr. Noodles - just chatting with the ladies and eating, and the evil nausea fairy seemed to have pissed off for a while.
I look over at two of my colleagues sharing a disgusted look. I give one the "What?" look, and she mouths, "tell you later." okay. I continue with the noodles.
Then, two of the ladies leave to go for a walk (read: smoke) and my friend explains what happened. The one woman had been eating vegetable soup with a plastic spoon, and the spoon was bright orange after her soup. She then - without even wiping it - dug her spoon into her strawberry yogurt and started chowing down.
Just the thought of this made me gag. I honestly thought I was going to have a Mr. Noodle-tastrophe. And I didn't even see the soup/yogurt incident first hand!
Thanks, nausea fairy, for reminding me that I'm pregnant.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Procrastinating
I should be cleaning the condo right now (we have an appraisal at 6 p.m. tonight and the place is a pig sty) but I'm feeling like I could vom after bending over cleaning the tub, so I'm taking a few minutes out to drink some ginger tea. Rosy (our robot vacuum) is still working on our bedroom floor, so I'm still kind of multi-tasking.
So the cutest things arrived in the mail on Thursday:
This is how we're telling my mom, brother and sister-in-law the news on Saturday. We're doing a dinner to celebrate Easter, my brother's birthday and my nephew's birthday all at once. So at the beginning of the evening, we're going to give my B & SIL two boxes to unwrap - one for my nephew, and one for their unborn babe (expected to arrive late August) - as Easter presents. Then they'll open the boxes, and voila!
I'm still apprehensive about telling them before I have a doctor's appointment, but whatever. It's the perfect opportunity even though I'll only be 8 weeks.
On Thursday and Friday my nausea seemed to magically disappear. Of course I was relieved, but also worried (because the lack of symptoms makes me neurotically wonder if there isn't really a baby growing in there, and I'll go to my appointment and tell me it was all for nothing). Despite the worrying, Nick and I went out to Asian Legend on Friday night to celebrate the lack of stomach ick. But lo and behold, the ick is back. I feel generally like ass all the time. The idea of food makes me feel ill. And I can't open the fridge now without feeling like hell, because the Asian Legend leftovers are so smelly. I think I'm going to have to pitch them today because I can't just avoid the fridge forever.
We told Meg & Bryan the news on Saturday night - we went over to their place for Earth Hour and munchies and after Meg ran through the assortment of delicious sangrias and cocktails they could offer me, I told her, "I think I'll have to pass on the alcohol for the next 9 months or so." It was fun telling them, and I then cracked open the bottle of sparkling grape juice I had brought so I could properly cheers with them.
Well, I guess that's about it for now. I should get back to the cleaning.
So the cutest things arrived in the mail on Thursday:
This is how we're telling my mom, brother and sister-in-law the news on Saturday. We're doing a dinner to celebrate Easter, my brother's birthday and my nephew's birthday all at once. So at the beginning of the evening, we're going to give my B & SIL two boxes to unwrap - one for my nephew, and one for their unborn babe (expected to arrive late August) - as Easter presents. Then they'll open the boxes, and voila!
I'm still apprehensive about telling them before I have a doctor's appointment, but whatever. It's the perfect opportunity even though I'll only be 8 weeks.
On Thursday and Friday my nausea seemed to magically disappear. Of course I was relieved, but also worried (because the lack of symptoms makes me neurotically wonder if there isn't really a baby growing in there, and I'll go to my appointment and tell me it was all for nothing). Despite the worrying, Nick and I went out to Asian Legend on Friday night to celebrate the lack of stomach ick. But lo and behold, the ick is back. I feel generally like ass all the time. The idea of food makes me feel ill. And I can't open the fridge now without feeling like hell, because the Asian Legend leftovers are so smelly. I think I'm going to have to pitch them today because I can't just avoid the fridge forever.
We told Meg & Bryan the news on Saturday night - we went over to their place for Earth Hour and munchies and after Meg ran through the assortment of delicious sangrias and cocktails they could offer me, I told her, "I think I'll have to pass on the alcohol for the next 9 months or so." It was fun telling them, and I then cracked open the bottle of sparkling grape juice I had brought so I could properly cheers with them.
Well, I guess that's about it for now. I should get back to the cleaning.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
7 Weeks - Blueberry
Weekly Pregnancy Journal
How far along: 7 w, 0 d
Total weight gain/loss: + 1lb (But I feel so much bigger)
Maternity clothes: No, but I now only have one pair of jeans I can wear without my my bella band
Stretch marks: No
Sleep: is filled with very vivid (and weird) dreams.
Best moment this week: Getting my OB appointment bumped up to 11 weeks
Movement: Bowels - still moving. Baby - not yet.
Food cravings: Anything with marinara sauce. Otherwise, fruit and yogurt are the only things I really want to eat.
Aversions: Lunch. I really don't want lunch.
Gender: No idea
Labor Signs: None
Belly Button in or out: In
What I miss: Feeling normal and not having to keep saltines at the ready just in case. Having the skin of a 29 year old instead of a 15 year old. Wanting to have sex with my husband (he really misses that too). Right now, I'd rather sleep.
What I am looking forward to: Telling my mom & brother next weekend!
Weekly Wisdom: I don't know if ginger ale actually helps the nausea, but it sure does taste good.
Milestones: Um.... I don't really think I hit any milestones this week :(
Baby's brain -- both hemispheres! -- is growing fast, generating about 100 new cells every minute. Arms and legs are emerging as joints start to form, and a permanent set of kidneys (baby's third!) is now in place.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Two new ones
Behind my ear. Two giant, pulsating *painful* pimples behind my right ear.
I am so lucky I have hair to cover this disgusting new affliction. I gross myself out.
I am so lucky I have hair to cover this disgusting new affliction. I gross myself out.
On all kinds of -ne and becoming even more blind
Acne. Backne. Chestne. NECKne and even SCALPne.
I'm a walking pimple, and it's disgusting. I've had chest zits since my BFP that really don't go away. I can't wear V-neck shirts anymore, and honestly, that's about 90% of my wardrobe - and it's getting too warm to wear turtlenecks.
On the weekend I found a great big ugly zit on my right shoulder. Awesome. Yesterday, one appeared on the left side of my neck - at least my hair covers it. I have them on my scalp for crying out loud. WTF?
And all of this is on top of the raging 15-year-old acne that has taken over my face the last few weeks. One pimple starts to fade, and two more pop up in its place. And no amount of concealer can cover these babies. This is awful. I miss my clean and clear.
Oh, and another fun thing: I think my eyesight is getting worse. I read about this in WTEWYE, and hoped that I wouldn't be plagued with this fun side effect of pregnancy. But I'm afraid I'm not imagining it - everything's getting blurry. I noticed it last week when I was watching TV in bed with my glasses on - I had to tilt my glasses to be able to read the guide. But I thought it wasn't a big deal, because my glasses had an older prescription and I was tired and the TV isn't that big. But yesterday I was trying to read the guide on the living room TV (a 40" TV, so it's not like the writing was small) with my contacts in, and had the same problem. And as I write this, my monitor is fuzzy - and I sit pretty close to it.
So not only am I retaining water around my belly (and thighs), but even my eyes are water logged and fat, and now I can't see. This is awesome.
Remember when I didn't feel pregnant? Ya, me neither.
I'm a walking pimple, and it's disgusting. I've had chest zits since my BFP that really don't go away. I can't wear V-neck shirts anymore, and honestly, that's about 90% of my wardrobe - and it's getting too warm to wear turtlenecks.
On the weekend I found a great big ugly zit on my right shoulder. Awesome. Yesterday, one appeared on the left side of my neck - at least my hair covers it. I have them on my scalp for crying out loud. WTF?
And all of this is on top of the raging 15-year-old acne that has taken over my face the last few weeks. One pimple starts to fade, and two more pop up in its place. And no amount of concealer can cover these babies. This is awful. I miss my clean and clear.
Oh, and another fun thing: I think my eyesight is getting worse. I read about this in WTEWYE, and hoped that I wouldn't be plagued with this fun side effect of pregnancy. But I'm afraid I'm not imagining it - everything's getting blurry. I noticed it last week when I was watching TV in bed with my glasses on - I had to tilt my glasses to be able to read the guide. But I thought it wasn't a big deal, because my glasses had an older prescription and I was tired and the TV isn't that big. But yesterday I was trying to read the guide on the living room TV (a 40" TV, so it's not like the writing was small) with my contacts in, and had the same problem. And as I write this, my monitor is fuzzy - and I sit pretty close to it.
So not only am I retaining water around my belly (and thighs), but even my eyes are water logged and fat, and now I can't see. This is awesome.
Remember when I didn't feel pregnant? Ya, me neither.
Monday, March 23, 2009
I'm sneaky and I'm not ashamed of it.
I called my new OB's office this morning and was talking to the receptionist about my first appointment. She informed me that the doc doesn't see anyone until 12 weeks, as that's when all the testing and such begins. Fine. I understand (though it sucks ass). But I explained to her that my GP thought they'd try to get me in to have a look at my cyst at the same time. The receptionist looked at the schedule, and was able to get me in 10 days earlier. It's not much, but it's good enough for me!
I totally pulled the ovarian cyst card, and I'm not ashamed of it.
Woo! I now have an appointment for the 17th at 2:45 p.m. - which is awesome, because we're planning on telling my Dad the next day at dinner. So I'll know if things are okay by then. Sweet. I was worried about that. I'm uncomfortable as it is telling my mom, brother, sister-in-law, and Nick's whole fam before we even have an appointment. But I was REALLY uncomfortable telling my Dad & Susan. They're great and all, but I definitely wouldn't be comfortable with them knowing if anything goes wrong - they're family, but not 'close' like that.
In non baby-related news, I'm officially a klutz and should stop trying to fix things. I was re-staining parts of our floor on the weekend and got a big sploosh of stain on the back of our cream couches. Awesome. I've now spent the better part of 2 days scrubbing and scrubbing and scrubbing trying to get the purplish brown bloops out of ultrasuede. It's not fun. I'm normally very handy, but this weekend was just not meant to be the 'fix up the condo' weekend as we had originally planned.
There are currently two plumbers in my master bathroom replacing our shower handle thingy - it's been dripping since we moved in, but now it's really bad and we need to get it fixed if we plan to sell this place and move on up to the suburbs.
I don't know why, but I'm kind of uncomfortable with plumbers my own age. They should be my dad's age, for some reason. Greying hair, beer gut, bifocals, and telling stories of all the crazy plumbing issues they've seen over the years. These guys are like 30. Whatever though. As long as it's fixed.
Well, I'm going to head to the kitchen to eat some saltines. Good times. Then when the guys are gone, I think I'll go shopping to hopfully find some shirts that will hide the spare tire I'm cultivating due to (a) eating crackers constantly to keep the m/s at bay, and (b) the full fat-full sugar stuff I'm eating now that I'm trying to cut out the artificial sweeteners.
I totally pulled the ovarian cyst card, and I'm not ashamed of it.
Woo! I now have an appointment for the 17th at 2:45 p.m. - which is awesome, because we're planning on telling my Dad the next day at dinner. So I'll know if things are okay by then. Sweet. I was worried about that. I'm uncomfortable as it is telling my mom, brother, sister-in-law, and Nick's whole fam before we even have an appointment. But I was REALLY uncomfortable telling my Dad & Susan. They're great and all, but I definitely wouldn't be comfortable with them knowing if anything goes wrong - they're family, but not 'close' like that.
In non baby-related news, I'm officially a klutz and should stop trying to fix things. I was re-staining parts of our floor on the weekend and got a big sploosh of stain on the back of our cream couches. Awesome. I've now spent the better part of 2 days scrubbing and scrubbing and scrubbing trying to get the purplish brown bloops out of ultrasuede. It's not fun. I'm normally very handy, but this weekend was just not meant to be the 'fix up the condo' weekend as we had originally planned.
There are currently two plumbers in my master bathroom replacing our shower handle thingy - it's been dripping since we moved in, but now it's really bad and we need to get it fixed if we plan to sell this place and move on up to the suburbs.
I don't know why, but I'm kind of uncomfortable with plumbers my own age. They should be my dad's age, for some reason. Greying hair, beer gut, bifocals, and telling stories of all the crazy plumbing issues they've seen over the years. These guys are like 30. Whatever though. As long as it's fixed.
Well, I'm going to head to the kitchen to eat some saltines. Good times. Then when the guys are gone, I think I'll go shopping to hopfully find some shirts that will hide the spare tire I'm cultivating due to (a) eating crackers constantly to keep the m/s at bay, and (b) the full fat-full sugar stuff I'm eating now that I'm trying to cut out the artificial sweeteners.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
6 Weeks - Sweet Pea
Weekly Pregnancy Journal
How far along: 6 w, 0 d
Total weight gain/loss: + 2lb
Maternity clothes: No, but I wore my bella band the other day. I am huge.
Stretch marks: No
Sleep: is awesome.
Best moment this week: Finding out when my ultrasound is (though I'm ticked that it's not for another 6 weeks. I'm going to see if I can bump it up, but her office is closed this week)
Movement: Bowels - still moving. Baby - not yet.
Food cravings: Anything that will make this nausea go away - like crackers.
Aversions: Nothing sounds good to me. Does that count?
Gender: No idea
Labor Signs: None
Belly Button in or out: In
What I miss: Getting up in the morning and not feeling like I'm going to vom.
What I am looking forward to: My first OB appointment.
Weekly Wisdom: Saltines are your friend.
Milestones: MORNING SICKNESS
Growing like crazy, baby is starting to sprout eyes, ears, nose, cheeks and chin. Those little hands and feet- still webbed like paddles- might wiggle by week's end, the heart is beating (almost twice as fast as yours!), and blood is starting to circulate.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
UGH.
I just about lost it this morning. I feel wretched.
I went out last night to buy some saltines and arrowroot cookies, hoping they'll play nice with my tummy. So this morning, before I got out of bed, I had a couple of arrowroots. I felt okay while I showered, and while I was doing my hair I had a cup of lemon ginger tea, which is supposed to calm the nausea. So far, so good. I'm feeling okay.
I made myself a grilled cheese sandwich to eat on my way to work. I'm just about to walk out the door, and it hits me. A HUGE wave of nausea - way worse than anything I experienced yesterday. I barely kept the tea and cookies down.
I got down to the car and it was all I could do to chew and swawllow a cracker without heaving.
This is not fun.
I was able to eat my grilled cheese and a few more crackers on the way in to work, but I still feel like hell. I think the key is never letting my stomach be empty, but the problem is that no food looks good and the threat of throwing up definitely deters me from eating. Not good.
Oh, and I got a letter in the mail yesterday stating that my first ultrasound with my new OB is on April 28. APRIL. I'll be 12 bloody weeks pregnant by then! This effing sucks. I think I'll try to call and see if they'll do an earlier appointment, but I'm pretty sure I already know what the answer will be.
I went out last night to buy some saltines and arrowroot cookies, hoping they'll play nice with my tummy. So this morning, before I got out of bed, I had a couple of arrowroots. I felt okay while I showered, and while I was doing my hair I had a cup of lemon ginger tea, which is supposed to calm the nausea. So far, so good. I'm feeling okay.
I made myself a grilled cheese sandwich to eat on my way to work. I'm just about to walk out the door, and it hits me. A HUGE wave of nausea - way worse than anything I experienced yesterday. I barely kept the tea and cookies down.
I got down to the car and it was all I could do to chew and swawllow a cracker without heaving.
This is not fun.
I was able to eat my grilled cheese and a few more crackers on the way in to work, but I still feel like hell. I think the key is never letting my stomach be empty, but the problem is that no food looks good and the threat of throwing up definitely deters me from eating. Not good.
Oh, and I got a letter in the mail yesterday stating that my first ultrasound with my new OB is on April 28. APRIL. I'll be 12 bloody weeks pregnant by then! This effing sucks. I think I'll try to call and see if they'll do an earlier appointment, but I'm pretty sure I already know what the answer will be.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Okay, I think I get it
So I think I finally feel pregnant.
I think I have the beginnings of morning sickness. Over the weekend it started, and then yesterday and today it's gotten a little worse. I wake up so bloody hungry, I could eat a full-on linebacker breakfast. Like, I might die if I don't eat *everything* right now. But the idea of food makes me feel rather ill. It doesn't matter what breakfast food I'm thinking of, it all sounds gross. But I'm so hungry.... but I feel nasty. On the weekend, I actually turned down steak and eggs (we went to the Keg on Friday, so we had leftovers) both Saturday AND Sunday - it just didn't sound good.
This morning I had a bowl of cereal and a yogurt (and am still hungry), and I think if I let myself think about it for a minute, I could definitely throw it all up.
I hope this general feeling of queasiness is as bad as it gets for me and that I don't actually start tossing my cookies (or, fibre1 cereal, as the case may be) every time I need to eat.
I need to go buy some saltines tonight. And fruit. I really REALLY want fruit.
Oh, and I'm wearing my bella band for the first time today. I'm wearing my favourite jeans - the ones that I had to unzip in the car on the way home from work last week because they were killing me. Today, it wasn't just uncomfortable to do up the top button, it was absolutely impossible. So I broke out the white/lace one today, with a floaty pink shirt I bought last summer. I think that will be key to me hiding my bloat from people at work - wear empire waisted and comfy shirts I already own so people won't think they're maternity shirts. If I go out and buy new shirts, they might suspect. And I definitely don't want them to know I'm knocked up until after my ultrasound (man, I wish I knew when that was scheduled for!)
I think I have the beginnings of morning sickness. Over the weekend it started, and then yesterday and today it's gotten a little worse. I wake up so bloody hungry, I could eat a full-on linebacker breakfast. Like, I might die if I don't eat *everything* right now. But the idea of food makes me feel rather ill. It doesn't matter what breakfast food I'm thinking of, it all sounds gross. But I'm so hungry.... but I feel nasty. On the weekend, I actually turned down steak and eggs (we went to the Keg on Friday, so we had leftovers) both Saturday AND Sunday - it just didn't sound good.
This morning I had a bowl of cereal and a yogurt (and am still hungry), and I think if I let myself think about it for a minute, I could definitely throw it all up.
I hope this general feeling of queasiness is as bad as it gets for me and that I don't actually start tossing my cookies (or, fibre1 cereal, as the case may be) every time I need to eat.
I need to go buy some saltines tonight. And fruit. I really REALLY want fruit.
Oh, and I'm wearing my bella band for the first time today. I'm wearing my favourite jeans - the ones that I had to unzip in the car on the way home from work last week because they were killing me. Today, it wasn't just uncomfortable to do up the top button, it was absolutely impossible. So I broke out the white/lace one today, with a floaty pink shirt I bought last summer. I think that will be key to me hiding my bloat from people at work - wear empire waisted and comfy shirts I already own so people won't think they're maternity shirts. If I go out and buy new shirts, they might suspect. And I definitely don't want them to know I'm knocked up until after my ultrasound (man, I wish I knew when that was scheduled for!)
Thursday, March 12, 2009
5 Weeks - Appleseed
Weekly Pregnancy Journal
How far along: 5 w, 0 d
Total weight gain/loss: - 1lb
Maternity clothes: I bought two bella bands online the other day - waiting for them to arrive. I don't have bloat or belly yet, but let's face it - anything that will make these jeans fit better will we welcome.
Stretch marks: Not yet.
Sleep: ... is needed. I napped for 3 hours after dinner last night, then slept all night, and I'm still tired.
Best moment this week: My doctor calling to tell me that the blood test was positive. My husband constantly checking out my enormous boobs.
Movement: Bowels - still moving. Baby - not yet.
Food cravings: Nothing specific, but I could eat EVERYTHING IN MY PATH and not be full.
Food aversions: None.
Gender: No idea
Labor Signs: None
Belly Button in or out: In
What I miss: Being full after a huge meal.
What I am looking forward to: Feeling pregnant, not just starving.
Weekly Wisdom: Eating *everything* is probably not a wise way to start out a pregnancy - but the key is taking good-for-you snacks to work and eating often.
Milestones: Nothing major since the last report.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
The Symptom Fairy thought it was time for me to shut the eff up
I just woke up from a 3 hour nap after dinner - and I am totally ready for bed. I can't stay awake - and yesterday I was saying how great it is that I'm not exhausted yet.
And my boobs and nipples are freaking enormous (for me, anyway). Last night, Nick was checking me out when I was getting ready for bed and said, "holy crap! I feel like I'm cheating on you! They don't even look like yours!".
Okay Pregnancy Symptom Fairy - I get it. I am, indeed, knocked up. I believe you. Could you lay off the fatigue a bit now? I'd like to not spend the first trimester in a coma every night after dinner. Thanks a bunch. xo, Daphne.
And my boobs and nipples are freaking enormous (for me, anyway). Last night, Nick was checking me out when I was getting ready for bed and said, "holy crap! I feel like I'm cheating on you! They don't even look like yours!".
Okay Pregnancy Symptom Fairy - I get it. I am, indeed, knocked up. I believe you. Could you lay off the fatigue a bit now? I'd like to not spend the first trimester in a coma every night after dinner. Thanks a bunch. xo, Daphne.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
quick message
My doctor called today and left the quickest message on my machine: "Hi Daphne, this is Doctor E, just calling to tell you that the blood work came back positive. Also, could you call us back and confirm your work phone number?"
That's it - she didn't tell me my beta numbers, but whatever. They must be in the range of normal or she'd have said something.
So yay! I'm 'officially' pregnant :)
That's it - she didn't tell me my beta numbers, but whatever. They must be in the range of normal or she'd have said something.
So yay! I'm 'officially' pregnant :)
Monday, March 9, 2009
She wasn't mad at me!
I just got back from my doctor's appointment, and am happy to announce that she wasn't mad at me for getting pregnant before my MRI!
She did a blood test and I'll get my betas back tomorrow. When we were discussing who/where to refer me for my OB/GYN, she said they'll book a 12 week ultrasound for me. I was bummed, and told her I had hoped to have an 8 wk one, which would make it all feel more 'real'. She explained that unless you're a high-risk pregnancy or were doing fertility treatments, I wouldn't see my OB or have a u/s until 12 weeks.
HOWEVER... the cyst on my left ovary did me some good! I was originally scheduled for an MRI at the end of March, which she said they'll likely cancel (she's 90% positive they won't want to do it now, but she's checking). So she said that they can check out the cyst and baby all at once, so she'll bump my u/s up to week 8 or 9!
So hooray for finding a reason for an earlier ultrasound! Glad that cyst was good for something :)
She did a blood test and I'll get my betas back tomorrow. When we were discussing who/where to refer me for my OB/GYN, she said they'll book a 12 week ultrasound for me. I was bummed, and told her I had hoped to have an 8 wk one, which would make it all feel more 'real'. She explained that unless you're a high-risk pregnancy or were doing fertility treatments, I wouldn't see my OB or have a u/s until 12 weeks.
HOWEVER... the cyst on my left ovary did me some good! I was originally scheduled for an MRI at the end of March, which she said they'll likely cancel (she's 90% positive they won't want to do it now, but she's checking). So she said that they can check out the cyst and baby all at once, so she'll bump my u/s up to week 8 or 9!
So hooray for finding a reason for an earlier ultrasound! Glad that cyst was good for something :)
4 Weeks - Poppyseed
I'm going to start doing this survey thingy I've seen on other blogs, just to keep track. I'm mid-week 4, so I'll do it today for week 4, and again when I hit 5w.
Weekly Pregnancy Journal
How far along: 4 w, 4 d
Total weight gain/loss: I got on the scale this morning and almost died. I've never weighed this much before, and I can't really chaulk it up to pregnancy yet.
Maternity clothes: No, but I had to buy some new dress pants for work that fit - not because of bloat or belly, but because I finally admitted that I'm not a size 9 anymore (and haven't been for months) and I won't be again any time soon. The new pants feel fab :)
Stretch marks: Not yet.
Sleep: ... is fine. I'm not feeling exhausted yet. Just normal.
Best moment this week: asking my mother-in-law to stop with the grandchildren pressure because we're still too young (knowing full well that we're going to tell her the news on her 60th birthday dinner at our house - how's that for a birthday present!)
Movement: Bowel movements? Yes. I'm still very regular. As for our little brownie, s/he is only the size of a poppyseed, so I'm hoping that for now, s/he stays put.
Food cravings: None.
Food aversions: I don't know if yesterday's "nothing sounds good" thing was an aversion, or if it's still lingering effects of this cold.
Gender: I still can't believe that I'm growing a baby in there, let alone wrap my head around the fact that it's a boy or a girl!
Labor Signs: I don't even feel pregnant yet!
Belly Button in or out: In
What I miss: Wine with dinner. It would have gone so nicely with my halibut last night. I really need to come up with a fun virgin cocktail to have at restaurants. Last night, I asked to have some apple juice in a wine glass :)
What I am looking forward to: Feeling pregnant. Getting my 8wk appointment booked. Weekly Wisdom: Peeing on sticks constantly (because they're just laying around the house) will both remind you that yes, you're still pregnant, and that you're silly for needing the constant reassurance of those little pink lines to believe you're pregnant.
Milestones: Telling my boss that I'm knocked up! Getting past the fear of a chemical pregnancy. Our little brownie should be all snugged in now.
In week 3, sperm meets egg, and voila: conception! Your little zygote sets off on a six-day trek through your fallopian tubes, dividing and redividing into identical cells as it travels to your uterus.
In week 4, now safe in your womb, the ball of cells (blastocyst) splits in two, becoming the embryo and the placenta. The amniotic sac and fluid are forming around baby, and will act as a cushion for the next eight months.
Weekly Pregnancy Journal
How far along: 4 w, 4 d
Total weight gain/loss: I got on the scale this morning and almost died. I've never weighed this much before, and I can't really chaulk it up to pregnancy yet.
Maternity clothes: No, but I had to buy some new dress pants for work that fit - not because of bloat or belly, but because I finally admitted that I'm not a size 9 anymore (and haven't been for months) and I won't be again any time soon. The new pants feel fab :)
Stretch marks: Not yet.
Sleep: ... is fine. I'm not feeling exhausted yet. Just normal.
Best moment this week: asking my mother-in-law to stop with the grandchildren pressure because we're still too young (knowing full well that we're going to tell her the news on her 60th birthday dinner at our house - how's that for a birthday present!)
Movement: Bowel movements? Yes. I'm still very regular. As for our little brownie, s/he is only the size of a poppyseed, so I'm hoping that for now, s/he stays put.
Food cravings: None.
Food aversions: I don't know if yesterday's "nothing sounds good" thing was an aversion, or if it's still lingering effects of this cold.
Gender: I still can't believe that I'm growing a baby in there, let alone wrap my head around the fact that it's a boy or a girl!
Labor Signs: I don't even feel pregnant yet!
Belly Button in or out: In
What I miss: Wine with dinner. It would have gone so nicely with my halibut last night. I really need to come up with a fun virgin cocktail to have at restaurants. Last night, I asked to have some apple juice in a wine glass :)
What I am looking forward to: Feeling pregnant. Getting my 8wk appointment booked. Weekly Wisdom: Peeing on sticks constantly (because they're just laying around the house) will both remind you that yes, you're still pregnant, and that you're silly for needing the constant reassurance of those little pink lines to believe you're pregnant.
Milestones: Telling my boss that I'm knocked up! Getting past the fear of a chemical pregnancy. Our little brownie should be all snugged in now.
In week 3, sperm meets egg, and voila: conception! Your little zygote sets off on a six-day trek through your fallopian tubes, dividing and redividing into identical cells as it travels to your uterus.
In week 4, now safe in your womb, the ball of cells (blastocyst) splits in two, becoming the embryo and the placenta. The amniotic sac and fluid are forming around baby, and will act as a cushion for the next eight months.
Killing time on a Monday off work (woo!)
So I have a doctor's appointment this afternoon, and I don't know what to expect. She's just my GP, and won't be my OB, so I think all she'll do is have me pee in a cup (or maybe do a blood test) and then refer me to an OB. Oh, and in there somewhere we'll have to talk about the MRI I have scheduled for March 31 to have a look at that cyst on my ovary. I hope she doesn't get pissed at me for getting pregnant before I had that all worked out.
I'm so excited to get referred to my OB, and get my 8 wk ultrasound booked.
Oh, and I still don't feel pregnant. My boobs are definitely starting to grow though. And I'm hungry all the time still.
And yesterday, no food sounded good. We were at my mother-in-law's for breakfast and she prepared this huge spread, and I hardly ate anything. I took some Pawa (a rice dish she does for brunch) and some cucumbers and tomatoes, but nothing else looked good. But I kept myself busy and my plate full so nobody noticed I hadn't eaten anything of substance. I forced myself to eat dinner, but it still didn't taste good.
I'm so excited to get referred to my OB, and get my 8 wk ultrasound booked.
Oh, and I still don't feel pregnant. My boobs are definitely starting to grow though. And I'm hungry all the time still.
And yesterday, no food sounded good. We were at my mother-in-law's for breakfast and she prepared this huge spread, and I hardly ate anything. I took some Pawa (a rice dish she does for brunch) and some cucumbers and tomatoes, but nothing else looked good. But I kept myself busy and my plate full so nobody noticed I hadn't eaten anything of substance. I forced myself to eat dinner, but it still didn't taste good.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
is this because I'm pregnant, or....
So yesterday I couldn't eat enough. I spent the day absolutely ravenous, despite the meals and snacks. I'm already used to eating snacks between meals because I'm hypoglycemic. But yesterday, it wasn't just a little hunger. It was a hollow black hole in my stomach that no amount of food could fill. And then two hours later, I was starving again.
This morning I woke up starving, despite having a big late dinner at 9:00. And yet, now that I'm eating some toast with peanut butter (hoping the carb/protien combo will help fill me up) I'm feeling very slightly vaguely nauseas. But I don't know if that's the famed bane of pregnant women rearing its ugly head (already?! I'm not even 5 weeks pregnant!) or if it's a byproduct of having low blood sugar due to the hunger, which does happen if I haven't eaten frequently enough. I've been up since 6 and am only eating breakfast now at 7:30 - but that's totally normal for me. Breakfast is always the last thing I do before I leave the house (and sometimes while I'm in the car) so I'm not starving by 9:30.
On one tiny little bitty hand, morning sickness would be almost sort of welcome - but only because it would make me feel pregnant (though I'd gladly accept any other PG symptom in its place). But on the other hand, I'd like to be able to eat my toast (and anything else I want) in peace.
Otherwise, I still don't feel pregnant.
This morning I woke up starving, despite having a big late dinner at 9:00. And yet, now that I'm eating some toast with peanut butter (hoping the carb/protien combo will help fill me up) I'm feeling very slightly vaguely nauseas. But I don't know if that's the famed bane of pregnant women rearing its ugly head (already?! I'm not even 5 weeks pregnant!) or if it's a byproduct of having low blood sugar due to the hunger, which does happen if I haven't eaten frequently enough. I've been up since 6 and am only eating breakfast now at 7:30 - but that's totally normal for me. Breakfast is always the last thing I do before I leave the house (and sometimes while I'm in the car) so I'm not starving by 9:30.
On one tiny little bitty hand, morning sickness would be almost sort of welcome - but only because it would make me feel pregnant (though I'd gladly accept any other PG symptom in its place). But on the other hand, I'd like to be able to eat my toast (and anything else I want) in peace.
Otherwise, I still don't feel pregnant.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Have I mentioned that I love my job?
So, I told my boss yesterday! I know it's crazy early, but we're really close and it was funny how it came up.
She and I went for coffee yesterday, and when we got back to our department she pulled me into her office and closed the door and said excitedly, "I have news! --no, I'm not pregnant! haha" and then told me that we've won a workplace award that I put an application in for in the fall. So we talked about that for a minute. (note: She's well into her 40s and done with kids, so the "I'm not pregnant" thing was totally a joke)
So the whole time I was thinking, should I tell her? It's such a perfect opportunity!
So after we had talked work for a few minues, I said "So... I have news" She she didn't even hesitate, and said "You're pregnant!" and jumped up, ran around the desk and hugged me.
I told her we just found out and I'm only 3-4 weeks along so it's hush-hush, but she's so excited. And made me promise I'll come back after mat leave because she said she doesn't know what she'll do without me :)
She knew back in the fall that we had decided to start trying, and said yesterday that she was hoping I'd tell her when I had good news but didn't want to pry. I'm so lucky that my boss is awesome.
She and I went for coffee yesterday, and when we got back to our department she pulled me into her office and closed the door and said excitedly, "I have news! --no, I'm not pregnant! haha" and then told me that we've won a workplace award that I put an application in for in the fall. So we talked about that for a minute. (note: She's well into her 40s and done with kids, so the "I'm not pregnant" thing was totally a joke)
So the whole time I was thinking, should I tell her? It's such a perfect opportunity!
So after we had talked work for a few minues, I said "So... I have news" She she didn't even hesitate, and said "You're pregnant!" and jumped up, ran around the desk and hugged me.
I told her we just found out and I'm only 3-4 weeks along so it's hush-hush, but she's so excited. And made me promise I'll come back after mat leave because she said she doesn't know what she'll do without me :)
She knew back in the fall that we had decided to start trying, and said yesterday that she was hoping I'd tell her when I had good news but didn't want to pry. I'm so lucky that my boss is awesome.
I did it!
I managed to get up and pee this morning like a normal person - not on a pregnancy test!! I'm so proud of me.
I still have one test left, and I'm sure I'll use it. I'm just still so worried that I'll wake up and not be pregnant anymore. I don't know what the odds are of miscarrying (I could google it, but I'm worried that the truth will terrify me) but I'm worried. Probably have no reason to be, but I am.
We're going to look at some more houses tomorrow, I think. We went Monday night and saw two that I could see us living in. We're cautious, and don't want to sell our condo and buy a house until 2nd Tri (just in case) but we want to know what's on the market, and what neighbourhoods are nice. And really, it's kind of fun :)
I still have one test left, and I'm sure I'll use it. I'm just still so worried that I'll wake up and not be pregnant anymore. I don't know what the odds are of miscarrying (I could google it, but I'm worried that the truth will terrify me) but I'm worried. Probably have no reason to be, but I am.
We're going to look at some more houses tomorrow, I think. We went Monday night and saw two that I could see us living in. We're cautious, and don't want to sell our condo and buy a house until 2nd Tri (just in case) but we want to know what's on the market, and what neighbourhoods are nice. And really, it's kind of fun :)
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
My name is Daphne, and I have a problem
I can't stop peeing on sticks.
Even after yesterday's digital, I still *needed* to test again this morning. I still had 2 tests left, and I just really wanted to see a dark pink line - one that I didn't have to squint to see.
So I peed this morning, and there it was: pink, visible, and beautiful. Much darker than Monday's (but still not as dark as the control line).
I seriously have a problem.
Even after yesterday's digital, I still *needed* to test again this morning. I still had 2 tests left, and I just really wanted to see a dark pink line - one that I didn't have to squint to see.
So I peed this morning, and there it was: pink, visible, and beautiful. Much darker than Monday's (but still not as dark as the control line).
I seriously have a problem.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Clear Blue says it's true!
So Sunday marked 10 DPO (I eventually overrode Fertility Friend, making my O date Thursday instead of Friday), and I thought I'd start testing at 10.
Somewhere deep down, I suspected I might be pregnant. But I didn't want to get too excited. I had really tender nips, which isn't normal for me even with PMS. Otherwise, no symptoms at all.
So on Sunday, I woke up at 4:30 and took my temp. It went up. And then I could not for the life of me fall back asleep as I kept thinking about what that raised temp could mean. After about a 1/2 hour of trying to sleep, I decided screw it, I'm going to pee on a stick. I told Nick that I'm going to test, and off I go. (BTW, I'm calling him Nick from now on. It's not his real name, but it sounds kind of like his real name. So officially, my husband will be named Nick in cyberspace, just as I am Daphne.)
Somewhere deep down, I suspected I might be pregnant. But I didn't want to get too excited. I had really tender nips, which isn't normal for me even with PMS. Otherwise, no symptoms at all.
So on Sunday, I woke up at 4:30 and took my temp. It went up. And then I could not for the life of me fall back asleep as I kept thinking about what that raised temp could mean. After about a 1/2 hour of trying to sleep, I decided screw it, I'm going to pee on a stick. I told Nick that I'm going to test, and off I go. (BTW, I'm calling him Nick from now on. It's not his real name, but it sounds kind of like his real name. So officially, my husband will be named Nick in cyberspace, just as I am Daphne.)
'Cept that I couldn't find the damn instructions for the tests. We bought a bunch in bulk, and they came with one instruction sheet. I haven't seen it since last month, and I couldn't remember how long I should pee on the stick, and how long until results. Is it 5 seconds of peeing and 10 minutes of waiting? Or 10 seconds of peeing and 5 minutes of waiting??
So I went digging through the pile of papers on our desk, where everything seems to end up eventually after we do a mad-dash de-TTCing of the condo when people are on their way over to our place. Nick is all "what the hell are you doing??". I couldn't find the instructions. Then I went to the company's website and found the online version of the instruction sheet, and off to pee I go. (10 seconds, 10 minutes for these tests)
And lo and behold... something appeared. I woke Nick up fully by turning on his light and told him that I think I see a line. He squinted at it in the light of his bedside lamp, but I eventually made him get up and look at it in the real light.
He said, "I don't know if that's a line, or if it's on the plastic." Not content with his suggestion to wait and test again on Monday, I dug the little plastic cover off, and there it is - a light pink line that definitely isn't the plastic cover.
Shocked and awed, we went back to bed. Got up at 8:30, and tested again. Even fainter, but still there.
(I know you can't see the line in the top one - that still has the plastic on it so it's reflective. But it's there!)
And I tested yesterday too. Still faint, but definitely pink. The prettiest little pink line I've ever seen.
And today... a digital!
So that's it - no denying it! I'm knocked the F up! It's crazy and hard to believe, but Clear Blue says so! Four months of "hard work" and here we are!
I have a doctor's appointment next Monday to do a blood test and whatever else she does. Then she'll refer me to an OB/GYN.
So if all goes well, I'll be a mommy in November! How freaking crazy is that? Just over one year from the time I decided I actually want kids, and we'll have a baby!
WHOA. a baby. A little mix of me and Nick. Holy Crap. We've been joking that when I get pregnant, we'll say that we're baking a little brownie (because I bake all the time, and our babe will likely be a light brown-ish mix between my ghostly whitness and Nick's Indian brown-ness). Holy crap, I have a little brownie in my oven!
So I'm home sick today (stupid cold, and I can't take cold medicine now!) so I'm googling my arse off, and reading the pregnancy books that have been sitting in my bedside table for 4 months.
Here's the BFP chart:
I'm off. Google awaits!
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