10 Weeks It's been snowing off and on all week. Just enough to be annoying, not enough to get me out of work or make things pretty. I am dreaming of our vacation to San Diego in March, I cannot wait to feel sunshine again. I am so sick of the snow/cold/drizzly/dead world of Reno right now.
Wearing maternity pants sucks. I'm too small for them to fit right, but too big for regular pants either. So I spend my day hiking up the sagging rear end of my pants. If it wasn't so cold outside I would wear a dress and say to heck with it.
I have a gnarly papercut on the top of my index finger. It makes typing pretty difficult. I have found I use my middle finger for my index finger without it's use (I would use it but the darn cut keeps splitting open when I do) but this causes my wrist to get sore really quickly. So I am going to cut the journal short this week.
2008-01-20 (9 weeks)
9 Weeks Nothing much happening this week, my nose is still stuffy, my lower back still hurts, and I still have no nausea(dare I say I think I dodged the bullet on that one?). Cravings seem to have calmed down a little, for about a week there I ALWAYS knew what I wanted to eat and I wanted it NOW. Now I just want food NOW, not anything specific.
On Monday I was woken up to a toothache. I went to the dentist and apparently I need a root canal. Turns out pregnancy causes your dental health to go down the drain rapidly. Unfortunately I am still in the first trimester and they won't do the root canal until I am in the second trimester so I get to deal for another few weeks.
Friday I got my haircut. I hadn't had one since May and I was in desperate need of it so I made an appointment at a new, hip salon downtown. I walked in 100% convinced I would NOT do the "pregnant woman thing" and chop off all my hair. It's grown halfway down my back and took two years to do so. I walked out feeling amazing, with most of my hair chopped off. I know I know! But you just HAVE to see this haircut, it's supercute and makes me look like I actually have a sense of style. I am also now very much a redhead again. I don't know why I ever doubt the power of the red, it always looks great on me.
In about a week and a half I have a doctors appointment and ultrasound. Too bad it's not two and a half weeks out, they could probably tell the sex by then. Oh well. I am just praying everything is going well and the baby is healthy.
I just found out my mother in law has taken a couple weeks off after the baby is due. I am torn on this. On one hand....I love the idea of having some help, but really, other than cleaning and cooking I don't need nor want help. The first few weeks are my favorite, when it's just me and the baby (pardon the lack of mentioning Patrick, this time I am looking forward to him being there too, I have never had a husband that actually cared after I had a baby so there ya go). I jealously guard that time. If she is there, cooking and cleaning, she is going to be THERE. There is no ignoring this woman, she is not quiet and does not stay in the shadows. So I am thinking that her offers to help will probably be politely declined for quite a while, which will in turn make her feel unwanted, which will in turn make her upset for taking the time off after the baby is born. Why does this always happen with DH's family? I am constantly expected to cater to their wishes when it comes to this child and the kid only just grew fingers, last week it had clubs for hands! Of course if I say anything about her helping out then I am rude and don't appreciate her sacrifice. Thing is, I didn't ask for that sacrifice.
This all just makes me feel a little cold inside when I think to the future, not our future myself, Patrick, and the baby, OUR future myself, Patrick, the baby, and his family. Maybe I am just cold and uncaring for not wanting my life(and child) taken over by extended family.
2008-01-09 (8 weeks)
8 Weeks I bid a fond farewell to my skinny jeans this week. This being my third child my body has decided it knows what to do and therefore must get a jump on things. Personally...I just look/feel fat. 8 weeks and in maternity clothes. Pathetic. I guess I could buy new "skinny" jeans in a bigger size, but whats the point? So I can wear them for a month(or less) and just have to buy even more or give in to the maternity clothes? Seems like a waste of money to me.
Yesterday we went to visit a couple of friends of ours who just had a baby in November. Cutest baby ever omgosh! It was so sweet to see new parents, they were so unsure of everything and in the middle of the babyhazelovefest that appears for the first couple of months after having a baby. We spilled the beans to them and I *think* they may have been even happier for us than we were when WE found out LOL. We spent the evening talking about babies and how our kids will grow up together. Donna told me about how she was SURE she was having a girl, and when the doctor told her boy she was shocked. I told her I am SURE I am having a boy, 100% no questions about it, it is a boy. Patrick thinks I am having a girl.
I just adore Donna and Joel, they are comfortably well off but its never in your face, and they are soo not brand conscious. Every time we go over they are in their sweats or PJ's. I hope I can learn to have some of that zen about life. I did make one giant leap in that direction, I decided against the Coach diaper bag, it's just too much for something that could get poo on it. I wonder where my obsession with having everything appear perfect has come from, certainly not my mother! She has no sense of style at all! Love you Mom but you cannot mix southwestern with oriental with country farmhouse. Bless her heart.
I have felt my uterus a lot this week, more than I remember before. When I stand I have to do so slowly so as not to cause cramping, and I catch myself rubbing my belly a lot. I feel like I swallowed a melon. I wake up in the middle of the night to roll over, just enough to make sure I do so with caution otherwise those pesky cramps come back. I am not looking forward to "real" pregnancy. When I cannot sleep and have to constantly pee and my back hurts and I have heartburn. Yeah...I am pretty darn blessed right now. Oh! And i've got all these "HappyLove" mega emotions going on, have for days. Mostly directed at my amazing husband that I adore. It's kind of cool to feel things magnified by 1000x.
2008-01-02 (7 weeks)
7 Weeks I have a cold. It started Sunday morning with a stuffy nose and sore throat. By Monday night it was raging into an evil stuffy nose/sore throat/hacking cough/sinus headache monster. Monday was also New Years Eve, we cancelled going to the party we were invited to and stayed home. Tuesday brought only a small a mount of relief but we had to got to Patricks parents house and be social with out of town visitors so no rest for the weary. Wednesday I went back to work only to make it a half day as my nose would not stop running and I had lost my voice.
Nothing new on the pregnancy front. I imagine that my belly has gotten bigger but thats just wishful thinking trying to cover for my gut. I get lots of cravings (peperroni pizza today) but no food aversions or nausea yet knock-on-wood. I did tell my mother this week that I am pregnant. It went better than I thought, though she seemed in a rush to get me off the phone.
We are looking into buying Patrick a new car. His two person truck just isn't going to work with a baby. Perhaps an SUV to carry all the baby gear in?
Kitten Kai is being so cute. Before he was just annoying but ever since I got sick he has been spending his time with me and just snuggling up. He did start playing fetch with a plastic fork earlier today, that was super adorable. I guess Patrick was right in wanting to keep him.
Speaking of Patrick, I do not deserve that man. He is ever so sweet and kind and caring. He may not get super happy over much, but if you are ever in a jam, or sick, he is just the person you want around. He is an expert at caring for people. Sometimes, now that I am pregnant, I want to stop time and have it just be him and me forever. Then I think of just how lucky this child is to have him as a Dad. Maybe I will grow my leg hair out, quit my job, and have 10 kids with him. We could be one of those giant happy families where everything is hand me downs but everyone pitches in and loves each other.
