January 24, 2008

Good job, baby!

Heard the heartbeat again at our appointment this morning. It was less of a whooshwhooshwhooshwhoosh (like it was at our first appointment) and more of a thumpathumpathumpathumpa. It was cool.

The doctor seems very nice - she prescribed me some drugs just in case I get seasick while I'm in the CARIBBEAN! Ha! All you suckers will be stuck in the cold, evil North and I will be snorkeling and basking in the tropical sun.

But I digress.

All in all, the baby is doing damn near perfect. So, yay.

January 23, 2008


Since announcing my pregnancy, the #1 question from people has been "So, have you had any morning sickness?".

They want to know if I've been puking. I have not. I did once, but I had a bitch of a cold and the post-nasal drip caused my stomach to revolt. That's about it.

I just don't understand why people are so interested in my bodily functions. The next time someone asks I kind of want to say "You know, I didn't have much morning sickness, but let me tell you about the constipation. That REALLY blows."

On another note, there is a lot of pressure on this little fetus to create world peace (or family peace, as it were) and basically make everyone shiny and happy. It's hard for me to adjust to the fact that I will have to have people in my life for the baby's sake - even if I want to tell them to shove off. I have thus started calling the baby The Messiah. It's utterly sacrilegious, but I find it cute.

Updates tomorrow?

Not much happening on the baby front. I'm getting more of a belly - I think it's mainly bloating and the six pounds I've packed on in my midsection... but it's a belly nonetheless. Unfortunately, I just look fatter rather than charmingly maternal. And there is no "glow" to speak of. My theory is that the "glow" that pregnant women are said to have is really just sweat. It's too damn cold out right now for any sweat to happen whatsoever, therefore, no "glow".

I just generally feel like shit, though...

Android and I meet the doctor tomorrow. It is unlikely that she will actually be delivering my child, but I don't really care. All I want this July is a doctor who knows what they are doing. If my kid and I come out of this happy and healthy, it's all good.

We're really just playing the waiting game now. I'm counting the weeks (5 and a half) before the ultrasound so I can stop calling the kid "it". I'm ready for the nursery to be done NOW - but we haven't lifted a finger to do anything about it yet.

I'll update tomorrow if I have any new and exciting baby stuff to share, otherwise, I won;t update again until at least Feb 1 - I'm going on a CRUISE! And I'm leaving the Android at home.

January 15, 2008


So, I think I can feel the kid moving. I was SURE it was too early, but then I did some reading and apparently 12 weeks is not out of the question to feel the baby jammin' out in there.

It could be gas, I suppose, but god knows I know what THAT feels like.

So that's cool. And weird. Especially since I'll be feeling that a LOT for the next six months. And the kicks will only get harder. And harder.

January 13, 2008

And so it begins...

Parents and siblings all know now. I'm exhausted.

It's not a secret anymore, and I'm just bracing myself for six months of unsolicited advice.


I need a nap.

The first few weeks.

November 29, 2007

So… I’m pregnant. We haven’t announced it yet because I am superstitious and freaked out and all that stuff.

Pregnancy is weird, man. Apparently I’m five weeks along, but pregnancy math is all fucked up. They (“They” meaning medical professionals and all the baby websites out there) count the two weeks before you even CONCEIVE to be part of your pregnancy. The hell? Whatever. Five weeks.

Thirty-five more to go.

Let’s start with the super fun early-pregnancy symptoms. My boobs hurt. I’m tired all the time. I get weird cramps in my belly. I have to pee ALL THE TIME. I’m alternately famished or I can’t smell food without wanting to vomit. This last part is particularly sticky as I work in a deli.

There has been no vomiting yet. I know you were worried.

I had to give up coffee. Mostly. I still have a smallish cup in the morning.

I had to give up alcohol. The other day I was rummaging around for something and had to move a bottle of Maker’s Mark to look behind it. I actually whimpered.

I had to give up sushi. Except the thought of raw fish has always made me sort of yucky in the stomach, so no real loss there…

Also, no more crack for me. And no heroin.

Part of me wants to tell EVERYONE. Part of me wants to tell no one until I’m like, five months along – just to fuck with them. Or maybe I’ll just do that to the in-laws.

So, we wait. And we order books (there are five on the way as we speak).

January 6, 2008

Haven’t updated in a while, but as there is no real blog yet, it’s all good.

Still pregnant. Heard the heartbeat on New Year’s Eve – that was the coolest thing EVER. I’m 11 weeks now – I only have to wait a little while longer to go public. A few people know – our closest friends. No family yet. A bit terrified, actually.

The magical magical nurse practitioner prescribed some sleeping pills to help with my nausea. Who knew? So now I sleep well AND I don’t want to puke all the time! Woot! This is especially awesome because the cravings have begun. Oh yes. Apple pie. French onion soup. Potato chips. I blame the baby.

I’ve been obsessed with the nursery lately. At the moment, though, the second bedroom is really just a walk-in closet. Or junk drawer. Or both. The cats get lost in that room. So, I need to sort it our, THEN I can obsess about the nursery. I want it to be the coolest, most awesome nursery ever. No pressure.

The weeks are alternately flying by and crawling along. I’m super excited to start showing because… well, I’m excited to be a pregnant chick and not just a fat chick. I know. I suck, but SERIOUSLY. Ooh, but the good news is, since I lost 40 pounds in the last year I already have a whole lot of “maternity clothes”!

So… Once we tell the family, this thing will be live. So, a week? Three months? Only time will tell.

January 8, 2008

According to MyMonthlyCycles.com (where I tracked my period religiously for several years) I am 52 days late. Heh.

I started rehearsal last night, and the rehearsal room is full of superbright fluorescent lights and MIRRORS. I felt like a tank compared to the teeny actress girls. I have a feeling this will only get worse. Oh God.

On a similar note, I am currently obsessed with Frosted Flakes. They are delicious. And nutritious… only because of the milk, really – but the baby needs calcium, damnit!