Monday, March 24, 2008

Bad Idea #1

Note: I've decided to start a new series of blog posts on things that are a Bad Idea during pregnancy. These are things that sounded like a good idea at the time, but that actually turned out to be a very Bad Idea.

It's a Bad Idea during pregnancy to read an article on MSN titled "When a Baby is Destined to Die." It's especially bad to do so while sitting at your desk at work. Normally, I could read an article about babies who are diagnosed in utero with terminal birth defects with no more problem than getting a bit misty-eyed at the end. Today, however, it took me almost half an hour to read the article because tears kept welling up. I had to stop every 30 seconds to wipe my eyes and try to stifle my sobs. The whole time I was scared that someone was going to walk in and catch me blubbering in front of my computer screen. This is not good for one's professional image, let me assure you.

So, moral of the story, I need to learn to be a bit more discriminating in choosing my lunchtime reading. Because reading sad stories about dying babies is a Bad Idea.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Dear Peeps,

You are delicious, sugar-covered lumps of crack. It is only because of you that Easter comes anywhere close to the top of my favorite holiday list. I just wish that your sugary goodness hadn't made me too sick to move right now. Knowing that Lump hates you makes me just a little sad. I should probably just throw the rest of you away so I'm not tempted to try to eat any more of you. Until next year, my friends.

Cheers,

Emily

Happy Easter, everyone!

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Speaking of features...

The comment Brittany left on my last post got me thinking about what Lump is going to look like. I like that Brit is predicting my bone structure. B comes from a line of big boned people. They're not fat, but they're heartily built, which I have to imagine translates into big, heartily built babies. Call me selfish, but if I've got to squeeze that baby out of my hoo-ha, I would much prefer that it have my family's more delicate bone structure.

As far as the rest of the baby goes, here are my current hopes for it's appearance:

Eyes - Mine. They're prettier than B's. Unfortunately, mine are blue and B's are brown, so it's much more likely, genetically speaking, that Lump will have brown eyes. Regardless of color, I really hope it gets B's eyelashes. He has the most gorgeous eyelashes. He hates when I say that because he thinks it's girly, but it's so true. No matter whose eyebrows it gets, it's screwed.

Nose - Indifferent. Mine's kinda pointy, but B's is kinda big-ish, so I don't know which one I want to curse the baby with.

Lips - B's. They're fuller than mine and nicely shaped. I have a really thin upper lip that I've always disliked, and I wouldn't want to pass that on.

Hair - B's, I think. My hair's thick and curly; his (before the bald days) was fine and thin. I've always hated dealing with my hair, and I can only imagine the baby will someday feel the same way. Actually, B's little sister has great hair, and I can only hope that B carries some kind of recessive gene that would give the baby her hair.

In reality, there are strong genes on both sides of our families. If Lump is a girl, there's a good chance she'll look like me, and if it's a boy, he'll probably look like B. The women in my family all look the same. Seriously. My mom and I have been mistaken for sisters, and my mom and her sister are often called twins. B's nephew (sister's son) could easily be mistaken for his son.

It's kinda fun to speculate about what the baby's going to look like...I can't wait until I can actually see him or her for myself.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

My blob



Well, ladies and, um, ladies (I can guarantee there aren't any guys reading this...how many of them care about the trials and tribulations of a pregnant lady???), here are the first ultrasound pictures. It's a pretty cute little blob, if I do say so myself. :-)


Tuesday, March 18, 2008

We have a heartbeat!

I just got home from my appointment, and so far, everything looks good! The doctor said the baby looks good. It's about 1.25 cm long and has a good, strong heartbeat. I think it looks like a little white blob in a big black hole, but I'm going to take the doc's word for it on this one. Yay!

Big day

My first appointment is today at 3:00! I'm so excited. I can't wait to see our baby! I'll update tonight...

Saturday, March 15, 2008

I'm tired and my tummy hurts

This is pretty much my default state of being these days. I know I'm supposed to feel like crap, and I know that feeling like crap means the baby is doing ok (I hope!), but I'm getting a little tired of it. I hate spending all day every day feeling like I'm coming down with the flu. However, I know I'm doing a lot better than a lot of other women in my position, so I need to shut up and deal with it. I'm just tired and my tummy hurts today, so I'm feeling a little whiny.

Monday, March 10, 2008

Paging Princess Pissypants

I hope for my sake, and the sake of all those around me, that this horribly pissed off phase passes soon. It seems like the stupidest little thing pushes me to the verge of felonious assault anymore. People who normally don't piss me off are making me extremely angry, and those who usually piss me off need to watch their step. Tonight, for example, I came home from work only to realize that the dishes weren't done, nor was the laundry folded. I asked B to accomplish these two simple tasks today while he was home and I was slowly dying inside at work. Luckily for him, he wasn't home when I got here, and he won't be home for a couple hours yet, so I will probably calm down by the time he gets home. However, if he could have heard the things I was calling him in my head, he would probably never want to come home. And I wouldn't blame him at all.

Stuff like this happens constantly any more. In the past week, I've come thisclose to snapping at my boss, yelled at every driver on the road during my commute, and cursed the day my cat (my cat! My beloved cat!) was born. It's a good day if I can go more than 2 hours without calling someone a fuckhead behind their back. I guess I can officially add raging hormones to my growing list of pregnancy symptoms.

On a happier note, only 7.5 more days until our first appointment! I'm so excited!

Thursday, March 6, 2008

We need a name for this thing

Not a name name (it's a bit early for that). I'm talking about something cute to call the baby while it's in utero. I'm not a fan of Pea, Peanut, Bean, or any of the "typical" names. Baby is too generic. I have no good ideas about this, but I really feel the need to come up with something. Maybe I'll be inspired by our first ultrasound (11 more days!).

If we're doing this badly at coming up with a term of endearment for our fetus (or is it still an embryo?) now, I kinda feel bad for our kid. At this rate, it's going to be known only as "Baby S." until it's about five.

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Snow day!

Even though I'm completely over the snow, and ice, and cold, I'm extremely thankful that last night's storm caused the county where my workplace is located to be under a Level 3 snow emergency. For those that don't know, a Level 3 means no one, with the exception of emergency workers, is allowed to be out driving, or you'll be arrested. This means no work for Emily today. Yay for random adult snow days!

Now, I think I'll go take (another) nap. Baby's tired, you know. :-)

Monday, March 3, 2008

"Permanent blotation device" and other B-isms

B has an odd sense of humor. It's one of the things I love most about him. When he's uncomfortable or unfamiliar with something, he tends to make jokes about it, which is why he's been joking about baby. A LOT. Luckily for him, my hormones aren't all that raging yet, and most of his stuff is pretty funny (to me, at least), so I haven't had to punch him in the head over any of it yet.

The other night, for example, we were getting ready for bed, and I was standing in our room poking at the bloated little pooch I've already developed on my stomach. As I'm marvelling at how freaking bloated I am, he gets the "I just thought of something I think is HILARIOUS" look on his face, and says, "The baby gave you a PBD." I give him my patented "what the fuck?" look, to which he replies, "You know, a PBD. Permanent blotation device." Despite myself, I start laughing. I should know better than to encourage him, but he really does crack me up (most of the time).

The other baby-related funnies he's come up with so far mostly involve the baby's stages of development. As I show him pictures from my pregnancy book, he comes up with a name that he thinks accurately describes the baby's appearance for the week. So far, baby has been super sperm and whale embryo, and we're working our way up to alien baby. I don't know what he's going to do when it just looks like a baby. I suppose he'll have to come up with some new joke fodder.

Ok, this probably just makes my husband look dumb, but I promise you that he's a funny guy. Well, at least he amuses me, and that's really all that counts.