Do we look like naturals or what?!? Next door neighbor baby Ethan joined us for a photo opp this afternoon outside in the sunny Oregon fall weather. Cute, huh?
- Karen
[13w,3d]
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Mommies to be
Do we look like naturals or what?!? Next door neighbor baby Ethan joined us for a photo opp this afternoon outside in the sunny Oregon fall weather. Cute, huh?
- Karen
[13w,3d]
Pillow talk
At my last doctor's appointment, I was told that I would need to sleep mostly on my side from around 20 weeks until I delivered. This is to maximize the blood flow to the baby while I'm sleeping. I'm comfortable sleeping on my side but I mostly sleep on my back. So I've been thinking about sleeping pillows.
Babies R Us has "snooger" and "snoozer" body pillows. These pillows aren't very thick. I think that I'm going to need a dense pillow right against my back to keep me from sleeping on my back. Maybe two long body pillows? I also want to be able to turn from side to side without having to shift a bunch of pillows and wake sleeping Partner.
Any pillow suggestions?
In knitting news, I finished Ethan's stripped baby hat. It's made of Cascade Yarns Cotton Rich yarn and knit on size 3 double-pointed needles. I used the pattern from the "Simply Baby" book by Debbie Bliss. Karen made the adorable pom-pon. (I tried to make a pom-pon and ended up with tiny pieces of blue yarn all over the house. I blame the placenta brain!) I think the blue yarn brings out Ethan's blue eyes. Here's Heather and Jeff's little boy:
-Wendy
[13w, 3d]
Babies R Us has "snooger" and "snoozer" body pillows. These pillows aren't very thick. I think that I'm going to need a dense pillow right against my back to keep me from sleeping on my back. Maybe two long body pillows? I also want to be able to turn from side to side without having to shift a bunch of pillows and wake sleeping Partner.
Any pillow suggestions?
In knitting news, I finished Ethan's stripped baby hat. It's made of Cascade Yarns Cotton Rich yarn and knit on size 3 double-pointed needles. I used the pattern from the "Simply Baby" book by Debbie Bliss. Karen made the adorable pom-pon. (I tried to make a pom-pon and ended up with tiny pieces of blue yarn all over the house. I blame the placenta brain!) I think the blue yarn brings out Ethan's blue eyes. Here's Heather and Jeff's little boy:
-Wendy
[13w, 3d]
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Parenting critique
First of all, let me say that in my role as a parent, I will at times be frustrated, irritated, irrational and impatient and make mistakes. With that being said, there are days when I can't help but to critique the parenting style of others.
It's one of my little idiosyncrasies that I'll witness a scene between two people at a restaurant or store and become fascinated. I'll take that little slice of someone else's life and look at it from all angles. What was the message they were trying to communicate, could they have said something a better way, what emotions did I witness, and so forth and so on. Patient Karen has heard me conduct this amateur analysis lots of times and gets tickled at how excited I get. Am I the only one who does this?
Slice of life story:
Yesterday I was browsing in the bookstore when I came across an older woman (probably a grandmother) and a little boy. The little boy had found a book in the "bargain book" section of the store and was very excited. He told his grandmother that they had this book at his school and how much he enjoyed reading and playing with it (it was one of those books that has buttons with electronic voices and sounds). And he asked, "Can I have it?"
His grandmother told him, "No, you can't. You can pick another book, something you don't have at school." The boy cried, "But I want one of my own!" Actually it was more like, "Ooowwwwnnnnnn".
The grandmother took the book away and led the boy back into the children's book section. The boy turned around, went back to the bargain book he loved, and started playing with it again. (I have to say that I admire his single-minded devotion). Grandma followed. The boy asked again. The grandmother tried to reason that he should get a book that he didn't have it school. The boy kept saying "I want my own!" The grandmother kept reasoning. The boy got louder. So did grandma. And then the boy began to scream with frustration.
At which point, I bought my new Stephen King novel and Stitch-n-Bitch calendar and left the store.
Analysis:
I have to side with the kid on this one! I don't understand why Grandma didn't buy him the book. Sure, he has access to the book at school but he probably has to share it with other kids or maybe his reading time is limited. The bargain book was under $5 so I don't think it was a matter of cost. I just don't think that Grandma could wrap her head around the fact that he wanted it when he had the same one at school. But Hello!! It was HIS book not hers. He wanted a book for his reasons - not hers.
And I could understand if she said something like, "Bad behavior (screaming in a store) means no book and we go home". But she didn't do that. She tried to reason with a child about the merits of his book. And their back and forth yelling filled the entire store.
So:
In the end, it was a good example for me and gave me some food for thought on how I would do it differently. I'm open to looking at it a different way so if you have an opinion, I would love to hear it.
-Wendy
[13w, 2d]
It's one of my little idiosyncrasies that I'll witness a scene between two people at a restaurant or store and become fascinated. I'll take that little slice of someone else's life and look at it from all angles. What was the message they were trying to communicate, could they have said something a better way, what emotions did I witness, and so forth and so on. Patient Karen has heard me conduct this amateur analysis lots of times and gets tickled at how excited I get. Am I the only one who does this?
Slice of life story:
Yesterday I was browsing in the bookstore when I came across an older woman (probably a grandmother) and a little boy. The little boy had found a book in the "bargain book" section of the store and was very excited. He told his grandmother that they had this book at his school and how much he enjoyed reading and playing with it (it was one of those books that has buttons with electronic voices and sounds). And he asked, "Can I have it?"
His grandmother told him, "No, you can't. You can pick another book, something you don't have at school." The boy cried, "But I want one of my own!" Actually it was more like, "Ooowwwwnnnnnn".
The grandmother took the book away and led the boy back into the children's book section. The boy turned around, went back to the bargain book he loved, and started playing with it again. (I have to say that I admire his single-minded devotion). Grandma followed. The boy asked again. The grandmother tried to reason that he should get a book that he didn't have it school. The boy kept saying "I want my own!" The grandmother kept reasoning. The boy got louder. So did grandma. And then the boy began to scream with frustration.
At which point, I bought my new Stephen King novel and Stitch-n-Bitch calendar and left the store.
Analysis:
I have to side with the kid on this one! I don't understand why Grandma didn't buy him the book. Sure, he has access to the book at school but he probably has to share it with other kids or maybe his reading time is limited. The bargain book was under $5 so I don't think it was a matter of cost. I just don't think that Grandma could wrap her head around the fact that he wanted it when he had the same one at school. But Hello!! It was HIS book not hers. He wanted a book for his reasons - not hers.
And I could understand if she said something like, "Bad behavior (screaming in a store) means no book and we go home". But she didn't do that. She tried to reason with a child about the merits of his book. And their back and forth yelling filled the entire store.
So:
In the end, it was a good example for me and gave me some food for thought on how I would do it differently. I'm open to looking at it a different way so if you have an opinion, I would love to hear it.
-Wendy
[13w, 2d]
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Just when you thought it was safe...
/cue Jaws theme/ Duh duh.. duh duh.. duh duh daaaaah
Well...the brief respite Wendy got from the nausea has gone bye-bye. No sooner had she posted about the nausea subsiding when it hit again with a vengence! She spent the better part of yesterday hanging over the edge of the toilet with me running back and forth with cool cloths, 7-up and saltines. Then this morning when she got up, she was hit with a massive case of dizziness. She collapsed back on the bed and grabbed onto me in an attempt to stop the spinning and ended up finally going back to sleep for a couple of hours before it passed. Sigh....
The good news is that she did feel better this afternoon and we even went out for a bit. However, I do think she was spurred on to feel better by the call from Babies R Us that our baby room glider was in! We ordered it expecting it to not arrive until the first of the year (based on their estimates). So we were surprised and way excited when they called to tell us it was in today! We went over to pick it up and brought it home and set it up immediately. It is soooooo awesome. I think Wendy may just park in the chair until the baby comes. She just looked so peaceful when she sat down and started to rock (um...I mean, glide). I'll let her post her own pictures of her in the chair, but here's one of the glider and then one of me and Phoebe (the older of our two kitties) enjoying it.
Wow! We really didn't expect to have this so soon, but it was a nice surprise and a great thing to take Wendy's mind off her renewed nausea and dizziness. We're really hoping these episodes are the "last hurrah" of the end of the first trimester and that brighter, less nauseated days are ahead!
- Karen
[13w,1d]
[17 Babies R Us visits]
Well...the brief respite Wendy got from the nausea has gone bye-bye. No sooner had she posted about the nausea subsiding when it hit again with a vengence! She spent the better part of yesterday hanging over the edge of the toilet with me running back and forth with cool cloths, 7-up and saltines. Then this morning when she got up, she was hit with a massive case of dizziness. She collapsed back on the bed and grabbed onto me in an attempt to stop the spinning and ended up finally going back to sleep for a couple of hours before it passed. Sigh....
The good news is that she did feel better this afternoon and we even went out for a bit. However, I do think she was spurred on to feel better by the call from Babies R Us that our baby room glider was in! We ordered it expecting it to not arrive until the first of the year (based on their estimates). So we were surprised and way excited when they called to tell us it was in today! We went over to pick it up and brought it home and set it up immediately. It is soooooo awesome. I think Wendy may just park in the chair until the baby comes. She just looked so peaceful when she sat down and started to rock (um...I mean, glide). I'll let her post her own pictures of her in the chair, but here's one of the glider and then one of me and Phoebe (the older of our two kitties) enjoying it.
Wow! We really didn't expect to have this so soon, but it was a nice surprise and a great thing to take Wendy's mind off her renewed nausea and dizziness. We're really hoping these episodes are the "last hurrah" of the end of the first trimester and that brighter, less nauseated days are ahead!
- Karen
[13w,1d]
[17 Babies R Us visits]
Monday, October 23, 2006
Woody weekend
Karen and I went for a drive up the Columbia River Gorge on Saturday to view the Fall colors. It was one of those perfect Fall days when the sun is bright, sky is blue, wind is blowing, and there's that wonderful smell of freshly-cut grass and leaves. We stopped at a park near Rooster Rock and watched some 30-40 wind surfers do their crazy, thrill-seeking moves on the choppy and cold Columbia River.
Karen and I don't go camping. But as a kid, my family went tent camping all the time. As I walked in the woods on Saturday, I made a mental list of all the woodsy things to teach the Biscuit:
how to walk in the woods,
how to cross a stream,
how to recognize poison ivy and oak,
how to collect kindling and wood and make a fire,
how to whittle a stick,
how to roast marshmallows,
and how to fish,
and the list goes on and on. All the wonderful things I'm looking forward to sharing and teaching him/her.
Our friend Heather brought us baby clothes that her son Ethan has outgrown. She GAVE us over 30 gender-neutral outfits for the Biscuit. And there are twice as many more clothes for us if the Biscuit is a boy. It was an incredible gift. She also sold us her papasan chair at a great price. We are very grateful for her generosity.
You know us, the weekend wouldn't be complete without a visit to the baby store. But thank heavens we went. We purchased the very LAST pack and play of our chosen pattern. It seems that our pattern has been discontinued so the store put them on clearance, discounted the price and the suckers were flying out the door! We snatched the very last one.
I'm 13 weeks today. The nausea is subsiding- hurray! The fatigue still hits hard most days between 3 - 5pm but I feel refreshed after napping. There are moments when I could swear that I feel my uterus stretching and when I sneeze I can feel some round ligament pain. I may start wearing some maternity clothes to celebrate entering the 2nd trimester. I can still wear my regular jeans but I'm tired of looking baggy and frumpy, I'm ready to show some curves!
-Wendy
[13w,0d]
[16 Babies R Us visits]
Karen and I don't go camping. But as a kid, my family went tent camping all the time. As I walked in the woods on Saturday, I made a mental list of all the woodsy things to teach the Biscuit:
how to walk in the woods,
how to cross a stream,
how to recognize poison ivy and oak,
how to collect kindling and wood and make a fire,
how to whittle a stick,
how to roast marshmallows,
and how to fish,
and the list goes on and on. All the wonderful things I'm looking forward to sharing and teaching him/her.
Our friend Heather brought us baby clothes that her son Ethan has outgrown. She GAVE us over 30 gender-neutral outfits for the Biscuit. And there are twice as many more clothes for us if the Biscuit is a boy. It was an incredible gift. She also sold us her papasan chair at a great price. We are very grateful for her generosity.
You know us, the weekend wouldn't be complete without a visit to the baby store. But thank heavens we went. We purchased the very LAST pack and play of our chosen pattern. It seems that our pattern has been discontinued so the store put them on clearance, discounted the price and the suckers were flying out the door! We snatched the very last one.
I'm 13 weeks today. The nausea is subsiding- hurray! The fatigue still hits hard most days between 3 - 5pm but I feel refreshed after napping. There are moments when I could swear that I feel my uterus stretching and when I sneeze I can feel some round ligament pain. I may start wearing some maternity clothes to celebrate entering the 2nd trimester. I can still wear my regular jeans but I'm tired of looking baggy and frumpy, I'm ready to show some curves!
-Wendy
[13w,0d]
[16 Babies R Us visits]
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
A sweet day and mom thoughts
Wendy made it through the whole day without being sick and didn't even have much nausea...yea! I don't want to jinx it by saying so, but we're hoping she's on the backside of the nausea curve and that she'll lose it entirely as she moves into the 2nd trimester. Keep your fingers crossed!
We had the joy of once again keeping neighbor baby Ethan for a couple of hours while his mom went out and about. The kid is growing up so fast! He is getting more and more social and smiles and coos alot. We put on some music and danced around with him and played...it was so fun. We love that we get to get all this baby time with Ethan and it makes us even more excited about our little one's arrival!
I think Wendy is going to make such a great mom. Watching her cradle Ethan in her arms and dance and sway and sing was just delightful. She gets so engaged with him and it is truly a joy to watch.
Ethan's mom, Heather, spent this past weekend in the hospital getting blood thinners and attention for a blood clot in her lung and we're just so relieved that it was found and treated! She's had a rough few months what with Ethan's arrival into the world being early and not without a few complications for her but she's such a great mom and a great friend. We love you Heather!
I was also thinking about my mom today. My mom is a pretty awesome lady and the older I get and the closer I get to becoming a mom myself, the more I realize how wise and wonderful she was (and is) as a mom. There really wasn't anything specific I was thinking or remembering about my mom today, but thoughts of her were just very present in my mind as Wendy and I enjoyed our time with Ethan today. Love you mom!
To all moms out there - moms to be, moms in waiting, belly moms, heart moms, grand moms, old moms, new moms, every mom there is - here's to you!
- Karen
[12w,2d]
We had the joy of once again keeping neighbor baby Ethan for a couple of hours while his mom went out and about. The kid is growing up so fast! He is getting more and more social and smiles and coos alot. We put on some music and danced around with him and played...it was so fun. We love that we get to get all this baby time with Ethan and it makes us even more excited about our little one's arrival!
I think Wendy is going to make such a great mom. Watching her cradle Ethan in her arms and dance and sway and sing was just delightful. She gets so engaged with him and it is truly a joy to watch.
Ethan's mom, Heather, spent this past weekend in the hospital getting blood thinners and attention for a blood clot in her lung and we're just so relieved that it was found and treated! She's had a rough few months what with Ethan's arrival into the world being early and not without a few complications for her but she's such a great mom and a great friend. We love you Heather!
I was also thinking about my mom today. My mom is a pretty awesome lady and the older I get and the closer I get to becoming a mom myself, the more I realize how wise and wonderful she was (and is) as a mom. There really wasn't anything specific I was thinking or remembering about my mom today, but thoughts of her were just very present in my mind as Wendy and I enjoyed our time with Ethan today. Love you mom!
To all moms out there - moms to be, moms in waiting, belly moms, heart moms, grand moms, old moms, new moms, every mom there is - here's to you!
- Karen
[12w,2d]
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
OK...I have to shout hooray!
In January of this year, I was wearing size 26-28 L*ane Bry*nt (or as I semi-affectionately refer to it - the "Big Girl" store) clothes. Today, I bought a pair of 18 tall jeans! I've lost a total of 15.25 inches and over 50 pounds. My waist is down from 44+ inches to 38. I have been feeling smaller for a while now but until Sunday and today I didn't really let myself in on the reality.
On Sunday, I went through my entire closet and found that 75% of what was in there didn't fit me anymore. I literally could swim around in many of the things I tried on. Heck, Wendy and I both could've fit in a couple of pairs of my larger sized pants! This picture shows much of what I pulled out of my closet that didn't fit anymore...amazing huh?
I ended up taking about 15 garbage bags of clothes and about 25 items on hangers to G**dwill!
Anyway, I still want to lose some more weight, but I'm taking time to pat myself on the back for how far I've already come. At 6'4 I can carry *alot* of extra weight and I had really allowed myself to pack it on over the last 10-15 years. As a one-time collegiate athlete, I was thin and toned and I honestly thought I'd never see those days again.
But now, I'm feeling confident that by the time our child arrives, I'll be at or below the weight I played ball at my senior year in college (that was 1986!). And.. I'm feeling pretty good about that!
To celebrate I bought 4 new shirts and a pair of jeans to hold me over until I lose the rest of what I want to lose. If I could get into 16's by the end of it, I'd be ecstatic. For those of you in the single digit sizes, 16 or 18 may sound huge to you, but it's beanpole sizes for me! I can hardly wait!
If you're wondering how I did it, it's been two things: Jazzercise and portion control. I finally found a way to exercise that I love and can stick with (I go 5-6 times a week) and I'm eating smaller sized meals and watch the snacking and sweet stuff. That's really it.
So...HOORAY for me!
- Karen
[12w,1d]
[15 Babies R Us visits]
On Sunday, I went through my entire closet and found that 75% of what was in there didn't fit me anymore. I literally could swim around in many of the things I tried on. Heck, Wendy and I both could've fit in a couple of pairs of my larger sized pants! This picture shows much of what I pulled out of my closet that didn't fit anymore...amazing huh?
I ended up taking about 15 garbage bags of clothes and about 25 items on hangers to G**dwill!
Anyway, I still want to lose some more weight, but I'm taking time to pat myself on the back for how far I've already come. At 6'4 I can carry *alot* of extra weight and I had really allowed myself to pack it on over the last 10-15 years. As a one-time collegiate athlete, I was thin and toned and I honestly thought I'd never see those days again.
But now, I'm feeling confident that by the time our child arrives, I'll be at or below the weight I played ball at my senior year in college (that was 1986!). And.. I'm feeling pretty good about that!
To celebrate I bought 4 new shirts and a pair of jeans to hold me over until I lose the rest of what I want to lose. If I could get into 16's by the end of it, I'd be ecstatic. For those of you in the single digit sizes, 16 or 18 may sound huge to you, but it's beanpole sizes for me! I can hardly wait!
If you're wondering how I did it, it's been two things: Jazzercise and portion control. I finally found a way to exercise that I love and can stick with (I go 5-6 times a week) and I'm eating smaller sized meals and watch the snacking and sweet stuff. That's really it.
So...HOORAY for me!
- Karen
[12w,1d]
[15 Babies R Us visits]
Monday, October 16, 2006
I am a beast
All I do is eat and sleep. I am a pregnancy beast.
I would like my energy back now. Please.
-Wendy
[12w,0d]
I would like my energy back now. Please.
-Wendy
[12w,0d]
Oh Baby
A big shout out and thank you to Karen's sister, Amy, who sent me this beautiful maternity top. I love the shirt and love the fact that Amy is thinking of me and wishing me and the Biscuit well.
Today was my first day back to Jazzercise in over a week (the cold and the nausea were too much to consider Jazzercising this past week). My friends from class all petted on me and showered me with a wonderful amount of "poor baby's".
I'm beginning to groove on the attention one gets while pregnant. It's a "welcome to the club" kind of feeling when others begin to share their pregnancy experiences with you.
While laid up, I read "The Miraculous World of Your Unborn Baby" by Nikki Bradford. I tore through it in a day.
I learned a few, new, interesting factoids such as :
and
And there was a fascinating chapter titled "Does your unborn baby feel your emotions?"
So at 12 weeks, with my uterus the size of a cantaloupe and the baby the size of a peach pit, I'm beginning to relax a bit into this pregnancy. I don't check the tissue every time I go to the bathroom. I pat my lower abdomen more frequently. I gaze at my ultrasound picture frequently. It feels as if my heart is expanding physically and emotionally. Sh*t, I sound like a Hallmark card.
Lastly, I want to send a shout out to Heather who came home from the hospital today. I hope you have a speedy recovery.
-Wendy
[12w,0d]
Thursday, October 12, 2006
How do you *not* pass it on?
Wendy now has the cold thingie I'm just now getting over. Yuck! This germ passing thing is really a bummer. How do you *NOT* pass on your germs/sicknesses to the people you live with?!?!?! (Especially the pregnant woman!)
We really did go out of our way to be careful to be as free from germ-swapping as possible...really. I barely hugged Wendy for days while I was feeling the worst. Hand-washing, not drinking after each other...you know...all the things you're supposed to do...and STILL, she's got it! It really is a huge downer. She's not only dealing with all the pregnancy nausea, but now she's all stopped up with a sinus cold. It sucks...
I feel so bad and guilty about her getting it that I've asked her about a zillion times if I can do anything for her and have apologized at least two zillion times for infecting her. I think at this point, she just wants me to shut up already (OK..I will)!
So, the question is this: is it really possible to not infect your family members when you bring home some yucky cold or flu or whatever? I know my sister's kids have tended to bring home bugs they caught from kids at school and it seems that when one kid brings something home, everyone in the family ends up with it before it's over. I'm already dreading the day we send our little one off to daycare/kindergarten/school and she comes home with the plague-of-the-week to share with us. But...I suppose we can't live in a bubble (well, I guess we could, but what fun would that be?) so I'll just have to deal with whatever comes.
But don't you ever wish there was some big germ-killing sanitizer machine thingie you could pass through when you come home? You've seen those viral decontamination spray units they show in movies when there are horrible virus cells in quarantine and people go in and out of the "safe" room to study them, right? Well, why doesn't somebody invent one for home use (or office use or school use)? That way, whenever you leave (and/or enter) a place, you simply go through a decontamination spray down and come out on the other side germ-free!
Ah...one can dream....
Stay healthy out there!
- Karen
[11w,3d]
We really did go out of our way to be careful to be as free from germ-swapping as possible...really. I barely hugged Wendy for days while I was feeling the worst. Hand-washing, not drinking after each other...you know...all the things you're supposed to do...and STILL, she's got it! It really is a huge downer. She's not only dealing with all the pregnancy nausea, but now she's all stopped up with a sinus cold. It sucks...
I feel so bad and guilty about her getting it that I've asked her about a zillion times if I can do anything for her and have apologized at least two zillion times for infecting her. I think at this point, she just wants me to shut up already (OK..I will)!
So, the question is this: is it really possible to not infect your family members when you bring home some yucky cold or flu or whatever? I know my sister's kids have tended to bring home bugs they caught from kids at school and it seems that when one kid brings something home, everyone in the family ends up with it before it's over. I'm already dreading the day we send our little one off to daycare/kindergarten/school and she comes home with the plague-of-the-week to share with us. But...I suppose we can't live in a bubble (well, I guess we could, but what fun would that be?) so I'll just have to deal with whatever comes.
But don't you ever wish there was some big germ-killing sanitizer machine thingie you could pass through when you come home? You've seen those viral decontamination spray units they show in movies when there are horrible virus cells in quarantine and people go in and out of the "safe" room to study them, right? Well, why doesn't somebody invent one for home use (or office use or school use)? That way, whenever you leave (and/or enter) a place, you simply go through a decontamination spray down and come out on the other side germ-free!
Ah...one can dream....
Stay healthy out there!
- Karen
[11w,3d]
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
The biscuit says howdy!
Clocking in with a 150 bpm heart rate, here's our little one! The appointment went very well and the doc says everything looks great with both Wendy and the baby. The baby did a few barrel rolls and waved at us during the ultrasound and then faced the camera for the photo opp. We're so tickled with the good report. Wendy was restless all night and got a blast of morning sickness and threw up her breakfast just before we left to go to the doc's office, so the good report made her feel better and more relaxed.
This will be our last view of the biscuit until our big scan around 20 weeks. So, like the proud parents we are, we've already framed the ultrasound picture and have it sitting on our dresser!
In other good news, I'm finally feeling better and can actually breathe today...yea!
A very, very good day indeed!
- Karen
[11w,2d]
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
The 7 (make that 9) Dwarfs
It's official...Wendy and I are the two newest dwarfs. You'll remember Happy, Dopey, Grumpy, Doc, Bashful, Sneezy and Sleepy from Snow White fame. We'd like to introduce you to Pukey (W) and Snorkley (K).
The past 7 days have been quite fun around our house (well, OK...not fun exactly). Wendy has been an urking machine and I have been waging war with a heavy duty chest cold/sinus infection. Between the two of us, we make one really pitiful human. I've been trying to keep some distance so she doesn't catch my crud while trying to uphold my sherpa duties but we've decided that overall we've been virtually worthless except for the necessities of existence for the past few days.
We have a OB appointment tomorrow and will post the visit details. But for now...Heigh-Ho! Heigh-Ho! it's off to bed we go (again!). We hope to be more atuned to the land of the living soon.
- Karen
[11w,1d]
The past 7 days have been quite fun around our house (well, OK...not fun exactly). Wendy has been an urking machine and I have been waging war with a heavy duty chest cold/sinus infection. Between the two of us, we make one really pitiful human. I've been trying to keep some distance so she doesn't catch my crud while trying to uphold my sherpa duties but we've decided that overall we've been virtually worthless except for the necessities of existence for the past few days.
We have a OB appointment tomorrow and will post the visit details. But for now...Heigh-Ho! Heigh-Ho! it's off to bed we go (again!). We hope to be more atuned to the land of the living soon.
- Karen
[11w,1d]
Monday, October 09, 2006
What's up with the belly?
I've had a potbelly since college. I'm one of those women who carry their weight around their middle - on the belly and around the hips. And even though I've been up to 25 pounds heavier than I am now, this extra potbelly weight has never jiggled. It's been taut. I once had a personal trainer tell me that it was taut because it was vascular (veins running through it) which makes it particularly hard to lose.
Well now....it's jiggling.
Last week when I was Jazzercising, I felt it jiggle and wiggle. "Holy sh*t", I thought to myself while "grape-vining" across the gym floor. "Just like Santa....jiggling like a bowl full of jelly".
I've only gained two pounds since conception (not great but not awful either). So I don't think it's weight gain, or extra cellulite, or water retention.
Sherpa Karen had a lovely explanation. She thinks that my body knows that a baby (uterus and all) will be moving into the lower abdomen and that the fat composition may be changing to make some room.
I don't know whether she really believes this sentiment or if she's just pacifying the crazy pregnant lady, but I like this explanation. I like this picture of a cartoon character representing my body's foreman shouting to his crew, "All right boys. We've got a baby moving into this area so we need to break up this solid piece of blubber into some smaller more manageable pieces".
I think too much rest affects the stranger side of my imagination. Anyway, if anyone out there has noticed or heard of this fat rearranging phenomenon, drop me a line and let me know.
-Wendy
[11w,0d]
Well now....it's jiggling.
Last week when I was Jazzercising, I felt it jiggle and wiggle. "Holy sh*t", I thought to myself while "grape-vining" across the gym floor. "Just like Santa....jiggling like a bowl full of jelly".
I've only gained two pounds since conception (not great but not awful either). So I don't think it's weight gain, or extra cellulite, or water retention.
Sherpa Karen had a lovely explanation. She thinks that my body knows that a baby (uterus and all) will be moving into the lower abdomen and that the fat composition may be changing to make some room.
I don't know whether she really believes this sentiment or if she's just pacifying the crazy pregnant lady, but I like this explanation. I like this picture of a cartoon character representing my body's foreman shouting to his crew, "All right boys. We've got a baby moving into this area so we need to break up this solid piece of blubber into some smaller more manageable pieces".
I think too much rest affects the stranger side of my imagination. Anyway, if anyone out there has noticed or heard of this fat rearranging phenomenon, drop me a line and let me know.
-Wendy
[11w,0d]
Saturday, October 07, 2006
We won! (no...not the lottery)
Our home town boys beat the dawgs 51-33 tonight....yea! We watched the whole game and loved the high scoring. I called my folks back in TN late in the 4th quarter after TN intercepted a pass to pretty much put the game away and got to share the yippees with my dad. My dad loves (I really mean l-o-v-e) TN football! He was an usher at the stadium for every home game for around 30 years and only stopped doing it a couple of years ago. I think I told you before that TN football is some kind of genetically inbred condition of pretty much anyone born and raised in east TN....so I come by my addiction honestly!
At one point after a great score, the TN band started playing the fight song (Rocky Top) and I reached over and gave the biscuit a pat and made sure the song was identified clearly for her/him. Our child may be born and raised in Oregon, but I'll be willing to bet that there'll be a little part of TN hardwired in---particularly the part of TN that is related to football Saturday's!
Go V*ls!
- Karen
[10w,5d]
At one point after a great score, the TN band started playing the fight song (Rocky Top) and I reached over and gave the biscuit a pat and made sure the song was identified clearly for her/him. Our child may be born and raised in Oregon, but I'll be willing to bet that there'll be a little part of TN hardwired in---particularly the part of TN that is related to football Saturday's!
Go V*ls!
- Karen
[10w,5d]
Funny post to share
I had to laugh over today's post at the Dilbert blog. I love Dilbert as I'm a big computer geek myself so I keep up with this blog (which is different than you might think). Give it a read...it made me laugh and maybe you'll get a chuckle too.
- Karen
[10w,5d]
[14 Babies R Us visits]
- Karen
[10w,5d]
[14 Babies R Us visits]
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Mind candy
This morning was my worst bout with vomitting to date. I'll spare you the gory details. Thanks to those of you who have commented that it will pass upon entering the second trimester. I hope and pray that this will be true for me as well. Of course, I also hope you mean 13 weeks instead of 14.
So when I'm not puking, I've been knitting like the wind and reading some pregnancy fiction.
I've read "Bed Rest" by Sarah Bilston. This is a story about a busy attorney who is ordered to bed rest halfway through her pregnancy and how she freaks out in having to stay still.
And I've read "Notes from the Underbelly" by Risa Green. This one's about a materialistic, body-obsessed, high-school guidance counselor who has her own meltdowns as she progresses through her pregnancy.
Both are light, fast, mind-candy reads. I laughed more at the Green novel.
There is a memorable, funny line from the first time she encounters a bunch of pregnant women and new moms at a birthday party for friend's one-year-old. Here's the quote:
"I just have no idea how my body is going to respond to pregnancy - or how hard it's going to be to lose the weight afterward- but if the butts on the mothers in this room are any indication, I am totally screwed. Honestly, every single one of them is larger and fatter and more cellulite-ridden than the next, and I suddenly begin to think that I've been brought to this party for a reason. Like the Ghost of Asses Future is trying to show me what's in store".
I'm also concerned at how much weight I'll gain and how long (1 year, 2 years???) it will take to get it off. Another reason I'm looking forward to second trimester is I hope that I'll start to eat more nutriously (hopefully better for the baby). Lately all I can seem to eat is carbs and fat and the Ghost of Asses Future has started to laugh in my ear when I look in the mirror.
Do any of you have recommendations for more pregnancy fiction?
-Wendy
[10w,3d]
So when I'm not puking, I've been knitting like the wind and reading some pregnancy fiction.
I've read "Bed Rest" by Sarah Bilston. This is a story about a busy attorney who is ordered to bed rest halfway through her pregnancy and how she freaks out in having to stay still.
And I've read "Notes from the Underbelly" by Risa Green. This one's about a materialistic, body-obsessed, high-school guidance counselor who has her own meltdowns as she progresses through her pregnancy.
Both are light, fast, mind-candy reads. I laughed more at the Green novel.
There is a memorable, funny line from the first time she encounters a bunch of pregnant women and new moms at a birthday party for friend's one-year-old. Here's the quote:
"I just have no idea how my body is going to respond to pregnancy - or how hard it's going to be to lose the weight afterward- but if the butts on the mothers in this room are any indication, I am totally screwed. Honestly, every single one of them is larger and fatter and more cellulite-ridden than the next, and I suddenly begin to think that I've been brought to this party for a reason. Like the Ghost of Asses Future is trying to show me what's in store".
I'm also concerned at how much weight I'll gain and how long (1 year, 2 years???) it will take to get it off. Another reason I'm looking forward to second trimester is I hope that I'll start to eat more nutriously (hopefully better for the baby). Lately all I can seem to eat is carbs and fat and the Ghost of Asses Future has started to laugh in my ear when I look in the mirror.
Do any of you have recommendations for more pregnancy fiction?
-Wendy
[10w,3d]
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
IM speak - a brief rant
There have been several blog entries of late that have discussed the pro's and con's of abbreviations. Some hate 'em, some love 'em. Me, I'm fine with most of the common ones (TTC, TWW and the like), but find myself needing an abbreviations dictionary to make out some of them. It makes me feel like I did when I was a kid and I asked my mom how to spell something and she'd say "go look it up in the dictionary". Duh! Don't I have to know how to spell it to look it up?
Anyway, I thought I'd share one pet peeve of mine that relates a bit to the use of abbreviations. My pet peeve is "IM speak". It's when someone uses the abbreviations you might use to send a text message on your phone or in an IM chat BUT it's used to convey information in a forum, email or any professional communication. I cruise quite a few technical blogs and forums that relate to my job. The amount of IM speak I find is astounding! It gets so bad at times that I need a translator to be able to decipher what the person is saying. And...it annoys the crap out of me. I actually found a site that can do translations from normal text to IM speak and back. I'm sure this site was meant to be a funny thing but I actually find I use it from time to time to translate IM speak into something I can actually read!
The worst case I ever encountered was on a resume I received for a job opening with my company. The guy had sent in his resume via email. The email (his substitute for a cover letter) was totally overflowing with IM speak. Things like 'I wud b a g8 aDitN 2 yor team' and 'I M avail. 2 spk w U @ yor earliest convenience' were in the text! Can you even believe someone would send a professional resume with that kind of crap in the introduction? Needless to say the whole thing went into the trash without a glance at the actual resume!
Anyway, I just finished adding a few new technical blogs to my daily surf list and noticed in many of the comments on a couple of them in particular the excessive use of IM speak and it sent me on this rant.
I'll now return you to your previously scheduled preggo and loving it blog content...
Wendy has been pretty sick recently and is maintaining a pretty good humor despite the daily battles with nausea and barfing. She still is able to smile and say "I think the baby is just fine". That's my girl! Hang in there honey!
Thanks to everyone who sent birthday wishes my way. Wendy took me out for dinner and ice cream and I had a good day all in all. I'm certainly looking forward to being able to celebrate birthdays and holidays with our new little one. Every "special" day seems so much more enchanting and fun through the eyes of a child!
- Karen
[10w,2d]
Anyway, I thought I'd share one pet peeve of mine that relates a bit to the use of abbreviations. My pet peeve is "IM speak". It's when someone uses the abbreviations you might use to send a text message on your phone or in an IM chat BUT it's used to convey information in a forum, email or any professional communication. I cruise quite a few technical blogs and forums that relate to my job. The amount of IM speak I find is astounding! It gets so bad at times that I need a translator to be able to decipher what the person is saying. And...it annoys the crap out of me. I actually found a site that can do translations from normal text to IM speak and back. I'm sure this site was meant to be a funny thing but I actually find I use it from time to time to translate IM speak into something I can actually read!
The worst case I ever encountered was on a resume I received for a job opening with my company. The guy had sent in his resume via email. The email (his substitute for a cover letter) was totally overflowing with IM speak. Things like 'I wud b a g8 aDitN 2 yor team' and 'I M avail. 2 spk w U @ yor earliest convenience' were in the text! Can you even believe someone would send a professional resume with that kind of crap in the introduction? Needless to say the whole thing went into the trash without a glance at the actual resume!
Anyway, I just finished adding a few new technical blogs to my daily surf list and noticed in many of the comments on a couple of them in particular the excessive use of IM speak and it sent me on this rant.
I'll now return you to your previously scheduled preggo and loving it blog content...
Wendy has been pretty sick recently and is maintaining a pretty good humor despite the daily battles with nausea and barfing. She still is able to smile and say "I think the baby is just fine". That's my girl! Hang in there honey!
Thanks to everyone who sent birthday wishes my way. Wendy took me out for dinner and ice cream and I had a good day all in all. I'm certainly looking forward to being able to celebrate birthdays and holidays with our new little one. Every "special" day seems so much more enchanting and fun through the eyes of a child!
- Karen
[10w,2d]
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Hand gestures
No...I don't mean the one finger salute! I recently learned something about myself and my use of hand gestures that I thought I'd share. Perhaps some of you are like me and find that you talk, in part, with your hands. I speak in front of people quite frequently and I am always pointing, waving, quoting and "drawing" my spoken words with my hands. What I didn't notice until Wendy pointed it out to me is that I gesture with my hands in a very odd way when I order food at restaurants or ask a waiter/waitress for something. For example, if I am ordering a salad and want the dressing to be on the side, I will form a little circle with one hand and point to it with the other (I assume that gesture is supposed to indicate a little ramekin of dressing). I do this without conscious thought it seems because I always do it.
The sad thing is that I even gesture at drive up windows. I pulled through the KFC to pick up some chicken recently and actually started to gesture to the invisible drive-thru order taker (insert a descriptive gesture of your choosing to represent ordering a breast). When we pulled up to the window, I was told they didn't have any breasts in extra crispy so what would I like to do. I promptly made a hand gesture that was supposed to represent that I wanted a thigh instead. Perhaps you can imagine the laughter that ensued from the passenger seat as Wendy mimicked me and then proceeded to ask me to demonstrate how I'd order all the various chicken parts. We had a good laugh.
What I have realized is that I only do this descriptive hand gesture thing when ordering from certain places. I do it at fast-food type places; I do it at places like Chilis or Red Robin. I don't do it at fancy-shmancy restaurants; I don't even do it at Starbucks. So...I have decided that I am a prejudicial hand gesturer. I only gesture when I (subconsciously) believe the person I'm talking to won't be able to understand without the added gesture to accompany it. I mean, if I order at Starbucks, I'm not about to question or be concerned that the barista will not get "grande decaf no whip mocha frappuccino" absolutely correct. But, if I ask for dressing on the side or order a chicken breast, I feel the need to assist with a gesture. Sigh...
Oh well, I guess we all have our faults. I guess this one isn't as bad as some and at least it gives Wendy something to laugh at me over!
Speaking of Wendy...it sounds like she's in need of her sherpa. Must run!
- Karen
[10w,1d]
The sad thing is that I even gesture at drive up windows. I pulled through the KFC to pick up some chicken recently and actually started to gesture to the invisible drive-thru order taker (insert a descriptive gesture of your choosing to represent ordering a breast). When we pulled up to the window, I was told they didn't have any breasts in extra crispy so what would I like to do. I promptly made a hand gesture that was supposed to represent that I wanted a thigh instead. Perhaps you can imagine the laughter that ensued from the passenger seat as Wendy mimicked me and then proceeded to ask me to demonstrate how I'd order all the various chicken parts. We had a good laugh.
What I have realized is that I only do this descriptive hand gesture thing when ordering from certain places. I do it at fast-food type places; I do it at places like Chilis or Red Robin. I don't do it at fancy-shmancy restaurants; I don't even do it at Starbucks. So...I have decided that I am a prejudicial hand gesturer. I only gesture when I (subconsciously) believe the person I'm talking to won't be able to understand without the added gesture to accompany it. I mean, if I order at Starbucks, I'm not about to question or be concerned that the barista will not get "grande decaf no whip mocha frappuccino" absolutely correct. But, if I ask for dressing on the side or order a chicken breast, I feel the need to assist with a gesture. Sigh...
Oh well, I guess we all have our faults. I guess this one isn't as bad as some and at least it gives Wendy something to laugh at me over!
Speaking of Wendy...it sounds like she's in need of her sherpa. Must run!
- Karen
[10w,1d]
Monday, October 02, 2006
Birthday and the Borg
Only Trekkies will get this first paragraph. I have found that my nausea has amazing Borg-like qualities. Drinking ginger tea worked for two days and then stopped working. Preggie Pops and gripe water did the same. It worked long enough for me to have a brief euphoria of "This works! I've found the cure for me" and then boom...quits working and the nausea and vomiting are back full force. I have decided that my pregnancy nausea can ADAPT. Just like how the Borg can adapt to weapons-fire. You can shoot and hurt them 2-3 times but then they quickly adapt their defense mechanisms. That's my nausea now.
I've also found that when it's time to eat, I can only think of only 1 or 2 things that I could possibly swallow. And usually these items are full of carbs, grease, fat, or salt or all four. You would think that since food is not really appealing that I wouldn't be eating much. Not true! Eating all the time! And hoarding oatmeal cakes like a squirrel hoarding nuts for the winter.
Now the great thing about today is that it is Karen's birthday. Happy Birthday, darling one! And later we will have cake and ice cream! Hurray!
[10w,0d]
[13 Babies R Us visits]
I've also found that when it's time to eat, I can only think of only 1 or 2 things that I could possibly swallow. And usually these items are full of carbs, grease, fat, or salt or all four. You would think that since food is not really appealing that I wouldn't be eating much. Not true! Eating all the time! And hoarding oatmeal cakes like a squirrel hoarding nuts for the winter.
Now the great thing about today is that it is Karen's birthday. Happy Birthday, darling one! And later we will have cake and ice cream! Hurray!
[10w,0d]
[13 Babies R Us visits]
Sunday, October 01, 2006
I'm a sherpa...and I love it!
It feels so wonderful to be home again after being gone all last week on a business trip. We spent two wonderful mornings in a row sleeping in and just lazing about which was wonderful. I've got to catch up on all my blog reading. The kitties were also glad to have me back at home and even wildcat Chloe has been a lap cat and loverbug (which she usually isn't). Sigh...home sweet home.
The other wonderful part of being home is being here to help out my dear Wendy. She was so ill this past week and I hated being away and thinking of her here fending for herself alone. She's in the phase where she gets about an hour after a meal to feel pretty decent before the nausea kicks back in and it's just a battle to keep from throwing up. I've been able to provide cool, damp cloths for some relief from the huge body heat swings she has and fetch whatever she needs when she needs/wants it.
I read a post over at Lesbian Dad that rang true for me in regards to my role as the non-pregnant person in this journey. The post was talking about how a male friend had asked how she dealt with the moodiness of her partner (in not so nice terms) and she gave him a verbal spanking for his attitude. The analogy I liked so much was that being pregnant was like climbing Mount Everest and she was just honored to be the sherpa! I have to say I'm proud and happy to be Wendy's sherpa along the way. I can't experience just what she does, but I want to provide her with whatever I can within my ability to deliver that she needs.
Here's a sherpa story from today: We were finishing up an early dinner just a bit ago and Wendy had grabbed her dessert - 2 Little Debbie oatmeal cakes. Imagine a leprechaun standing guard over the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow and that may come close to Wendy's passion for her oatmeal cakes.
Well, I asked her for a bite of one as she opened it up. She took a look at it, turned it in her hand and held it out to me with just a slight hesitation. The side of the cake that she presented to me was, shall we say, without middle. It was a place on the cake where the icing hadn't quite made it to the edge so that only the oatmeal portion was there...no icing. I took it from her and turned it to the other side where a big fat icing patch was protruding from the side. As I turned it, I noticed this look of near abject horror that crossed her face and I slowly turned it around and took a small bite from the icingless portion she had presented me. Relief flooded her features as she reached to pull back to safety the remaining cake. We cracked up! Busted! She had tried to slip me the empty side and hope I wouldn't notice and then had totally given herself away when he looked mortified that I turned it around and found the good stuff! And... I have to admit had she not been pregnant and constantly fighting nausea and all the other joys of the first trimester of pregnancy, I'd have taken a big ole bite of the gooey part just for fun! That, my friends, was one of my sherpa duties for today. :)
Oh...and we actually made another trip to Babies R Us today to do a little touch and feel testing with some of the bedding. Just another excuse to be in baby nirvana for a few minutes. So...that makes an even dozen trips so far!
Sherpa's unite! Have a great week all!
- Karen
[9w,6d]
[12 Babies R Us visits]
The other wonderful part of being home is being here to help out my dear Wendy. She was so ill this past week and I hated being away and thinking of her here fending for herself alone. She's in the phase where she gets about an hour after a meal to feel pretty decent before the nausea kicks back in and it's just a battle to keep from throwing up. I've been able to provide cool, damp cloths for some relief from the huge body heat swings she has and fetch whatever she needs when she needs/wants it.
I read a post over at Lesbian Dad that rang true for me in regards to my role as the non-pregnant person in this journey. The post was talking about how a male friend had asked how she dealt with the moodiness of her partner (in not so nice terms) and she gave him a verbal spanking for his attitude. The analogy I liked so much was that being pregnant was like climbing Mount Everest and she was just honored to be the sherpa! I have to say I'm proud and happy to be Wendy's sherpa along the way. I can't experience just what she does, but I want to provide her with whatever I can within my ability to deliver that she needs.
Here's a sherpa story from today: We were finishing up an early dinner just a bit ago and Wendy had grabbed her dessert - 2 Little Debbie oatmeal cakes. Imagine a leprechaun standing guard over the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow and that may come close to Wendy's passion for her oatmeal cakes.
Well, I asked her for a bite of one as she opened it up. She took a look at it, turned it in her hand and held it out to me with just a slight hesitation. The side of the cake that she presented to me was, shall we say, without middle. It was a place on the cake where the icing hadn't quite made it to the edge so that only the oatmeal portion was there...no icing. I took it from her and turned it to the other side where a big fat icing patch was protruding from the side. As I turned it, I noticed this look of near abject horror that crossed her face and I slowly turned it around and took a small bite from the icingless portion she had presented me. Relief flooded her features as she reached to pull back to safety the remaining cake. We cracked up! Busted! She had tried to slip me the empty side and hope I wouldn't notice and then had totally given herself away when he looked mortified that I turned it around and found the good stuff! And... I have to admit had she not been pregnant and constantly fighting nausea and all the other joys of the first trimester of pregnancy, I'd have taken a big ole bite of the gooey part just for fun! That, my friends, was one of my sherpa duties for today. :)Oh...and we actually made another trip to Babies R Us today to do a little touch and feel testing with some of the bedding. Just another excuse to be in baby nirvana for a few minutes. So...that makes an even dozen trips so far!
Sherpa's unite! Have a great week all!
- Karen
[9w,6d]
[12 Babies R Us visits]
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