Monday, February 21, 2011

Pregnancy Progression

19 weeks this week and we are moving right along! I got to feel baby for the first time last week and a few times every day since then. This morning baby Bubble has been going crazy-- he/she is having a dance party or something in there!

Also exciting on the baby front... on March 1 we get to find out the sex. Which I'm excited for because then I get to SHOP and start nursery planning! (Note to the men out there: nursery is a word for a baby's room. Not just a place to buy plants, as Rambo thought.)

This weekend I went to a baby shower for a friend, and it had soooo many pregnant women and women with babies under 12 months. So many babies, and I love it! To illustrate (click to enlarge):


And while we were missing a few preggos, here we have from left to right: 14 weeks, 16 weeks, 18 weeks, 29 weeks and 34 weeks! Also please note that apparently pregnant women can only wear leggings.

Here's to healthy and happy babies on the way!

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Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Happy Birthday to Me

Today I'm 25. Quarter of a century old. 1/4 of the way to my goal of 100. Cue quarter-life crisis.

25 years ago today my mom was in labor giving birth to me, which has added value this year as I will find myself in the same position 5 months from now. Cue panic attack.

My first worry when it comes to pregnancy is obviously the baby. Please, please, please let it be born healthy. Every week I read what the baby is currently "accomplishing." For example:

"This week the baby's ears are moving from the neck to the head."
"This week the baby's eyes are moving from the side of the head toward the middle."
"This week the baby's intestines are moving from the umbilical cord to inside the baby."

Who on earth thought it was a good idea to inform pregnant women about all of these steps? The baby is the size of a nugget, but it's supposed to know how to move it's ears from its neck to its head!? I can't even do that and I'm a quarter of a century old!

Every time I read these "fun" facts I worry. In my head the baby has one ear on the side of its neck, and one eye on the side of it's head. Oh and part of the intestines is sticking out of it's belly button.

But everyone tells you "Oh hush, hush it will be fine." Okay, but in the case that's it's not will you have one of your ears relocated to make the baby feel better?

I didn't think so.

So I worry about the baby. The next thing I worry about? Just how THAT is going to come out of THERE. I know, soooo many women do it. But let's be honest, that fact doesn't actually make it any easier. Right now this baby is the size of an avocado and I think that would hurt. But it has to grow to the size of a watermelon. A watermelon people. (We actually just bought a new painting for our kitchen that pictures sunflowers and watermelons, and every morning I look up and I swear that watermelon is laughing at me.)

It doesn't help that Mark thinks labor is about the grossest thing in the world. He came home from work one day and said "Babe, the guys at lunch told me that sometimes they have to CUT your YA KNOW..." I tried to explain to him that it was called an episiotomy. Episiotomy doesn't even sound like a gross word but as soon as I said it Mark was all "Whoa, whoa, whoa, that's enough labor talk for today." Tomorrow we will try to discuss contractions, but Mark still flinches at words like "uterus" and "cervix" so good thing we have 5 months to go.

I've been making him watch "One born every second" and after the first one came out (still nice and gooey) Mark inquired, "Does EVERY baby look like that when it's born?" With a nice little grimace on his face. I told him that I swear on my life if I look up at him after our baby is born and he has the same grimace on as he did in that moment that I'll make him hold the baby BEFORE they clean it up. AND cut the umbilical cord.

What I'm saying is you should look forward to the future post called "Rambo passed out in the delivery room."

A cousin-in-law pointed out to me that "You can't hold the baby until you have the baby." Which seems like a pretty fair trade. And as I just felt the first flutter of life a few days ago-- I absolutely can't wait.

Happy Birthday to me!


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Monday, February 7, 2011

Super Bowl Commercials

The one problem with the Superbowl? It's so hard to decide when to pee-- because you want to watch it live, and you don't want to miss the football OR the commercials.

Here are my favorite commercials from the big game:

Volkswagen Commercial: The Force

It makes me laugh every time.

Bridgestone: Carma

Maybe it's the preggo hormones, but I cried. What a nice little beaver.

Doritos: House Sitting

Come on, you were excited to see Grandpa too, weren't you?

Chrysler: Imported from Detroit (Eminem)

It seems more challenging to make a touching commercial than a funny one nowadays.

What were your favorites?
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Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Pregnancy Observations

Now that I've officially cleared the first trimester of pregnancy, naturally I'm an expert on the subject. I don't think I had it quite as bad as some, but I definitely wasn't boasting a "pregnancy glow." Here are a few of my first trimester pregnancy observations:

My boobs changed before anything else. And by changed I mean, got HUGE. So on our honeymoon, I basically passed as a Victoria's Secret model. Okay at least in the bust area.

Second thing? I had to pee. All The Time. I've never been one to have to get up in the middle of the night to pee. Someone please tell me that goes away post-pregnancy.

Chicken was the most disgusting food in the entire world. Do not say chicken, do not let me see chicken, even the chicken dance would have probably made me gag.


I could smell everything. I could sniff you and tell you what you ate for lunch (heaven help you if it was chicken.) I could walk into a room and exactly where and when Sparty had an accident. It was like I gained a superpower.


There were a couple of days where I lived on bread, cheese and prenatal vitamins.

Even if I could have slept 23 of the 24 hours in a day, I'm still not sure that would have been enough.

Suddenly every commercial brought me to tears. Even the ones that I used to think were cheesy and ridiculous.

Plain bagels from Dunkin Donuts with strawberry cream cheese were heaven. If I thought of one, or saw a DD commercial, I had to stop what I was doing and go get one. If I couldnt get one, I would think about it until I could. As a matter of fact, even just bringing it up now... hang on I'll be right back.

Even though it was 10 degrees (or less!) outside I swear my inner temperature was at a constant 110 or something. If Rambo turned the thermostat up to above 68... well then steer clear.

Seeing our baby's heartbeat for the first time? Instant tears.

I have a book that tells you what progress your baby is making week by week. If I read that week, that the eyes were moving from the side of the head to the front, I would freak out. "Ohmygosh, what if one of the eyes doesn't move?!" The week the ears were moving from the neck to the head? I prayed every night that both ears would make it. Seriously, growing a baby is scary.

Then, just like every book I ready, I woke up one day and the first trimester was over. A spicy chicken sandwich sounded appetizing, I could get out of bed in the morning without whining, and I'm not quite so emotional.

What did you deal with first trimester?

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