No more crazy weeks in Myrtle Beach….wait…I never did that anyway. Ryan and I are off for the exotic land of Michigan and Ohio to visit Jim and Kris, Heather and Dave, AND Alex and Holli. I could not be more excited. The driving aspect makes me want to cry, but it will all be worth it in the end. Ryan is absolutely giddy about seeing his “boyfriends” as I call them. I can imagine we are going to laugh like crazy all week and get our love tanks full. God has put some tremendous people in our lives and their absence is felt. Dang this big globe we live on! We haven’t seen anyone but Heather since our wedding 8.5 months ago and it is time! You will not be hearing much from us until our return. Pray for my nausea…the car seems to trigger it ten-fold…BARF! Better yet, pray for Ryan as he has to deal with my complaining. He is a brave and wonderful husband.
I am kind of excited to show Ryan where I grew up in Battle Creek my first 9 years of life. I haven’t been there to visit in 10 years. IF we are lucky, we can meet Tony the Tiger and our lives will be complete!
Pictures will follow when we get back. See ya suckers who have to work next week…this train is leaving.
Archive for April, 2006
Our gummy bear looks like a baby now!
Published by April 12th, 2006 in Adventures in Pregnancy. 8 CommentsI have to admit, when we had the emergency ultrasound last month, we were happy just to see a baby, no matter what it looked like. The last picture showed a huge head and a big body with tiny little arm and leg buds. Our appointment today was SO cool because it looked like I had a baby in me!!! I could not believe how much the baby has grown and was moving! The legs and arms never stopped pumping up and down. I was waiting for some Salt and Pepa to start playing “Pump, pump the jam, pump it up, while your feet are stomping…” IT is amazing to me that I can’t feel anything…soon enough though! The baby is already over an 1.5 inch long from head to butt. Our doctor thought is was funny to point to one of the legs and say…”There is the penis, you’re having a boy.” I knew he was kidding, but for a split second I thought “Are you serious, you know what we are having already?”
The baby measured PERFECT and my uterus measured PERFECT! It was such a relief to know that all systems are still go. Even though I have been spotting here and there, you couldn’t see it on the ultrasound, so it looks like things are healing up finally. He gave us two thumbs up and I don’t need to come back in for another month.
I have to say that I am kind of a modest girl. Not with my speech, but definitely with nudity. Today I felt like I was at a circus and was the main attraction. Inside this little room was my doctor, nurse, Ryan and a student from Liberty. YIKES. Everybody got a looksee at the holy of holies. I can already tell that my modesty guard is going downhill because I just made a joke of it instead of turning red and talking softly with embarrassment. I think it was pretty weird for Ryan to see another man defile his wife and we paid him to do this. I keep forgetting to bring a video tape so we can tape the ultrasound. A still shot doesn’t do it much justice. Either way…this is our baby at 10 weeks and 1 day….( deep sigh, smile)
and this is the 10 week belly marker for me.
I haven’t done a crunch in 3 months and it is so weird for me to see this swollen, smooth appearance creep across my stomach. I can hardly button my pants anymore and have already purchased 2 pairs of jeans that are a size bigger so the stomach doesn’t cut in. The baby doesn’t take up much room, it is mostly just swelling and bloating, but I can feel my uterus hardening in my low stomach and I definitely can not suck in anymore. I still don’t feel pregnant, I just feel kind of bloated and blah feeling. Luckily the nausea is at a minimum and my energy seems slightly better compared to last month. I am pressing on to the magic 12 week mark and praying for a burst of energy and some decent sleep.
We are going for a record for as many life changes possible in one year. I think we have a shot at it. Our list already includes: marriage, two new jobs, getting pregnant and now we are going to add shortly: buy a house, have a baby. Not bad for one year. Now Heather has me with moving to a different state, but we got you on the baby thing.
I have lived in the strange little Stepford world called Wyndhurst for 1.5 years now. There is a joke that a glass dome comes over the neighborhood at night and pure air is pumped in. I have to say, I like the convenience of Wyndhursts location and the newness of the apartment, especially after living in a 100 year old house for 3 years….lots of charm, but everything was falling apart! BUT…it does have an undeniable, slightly creepy feel to it when you drive down the main street. There is no diversity either, which I do not like. Just a bunch of white people, walking their dogs in their little jogging suits, sipping coffee at the coffee shop and shopping at the boutiques. That is a little creepy to me.
Anyway, when I moved in I had a roommate so we obviously split the rent. The prices for apartments are on the pricey side for Lynchburg, but completely reasonable if split in two. Now that the rent comes out of one bank account, I find myself bitter writing the rent check every month. You can get a decent house including, principal, insurance, and taxes, for less than we pay each month….and have equity in this world! My brother is a realtor in the area so it was time to tap into the family connection. We have officially started house hunting. These are the times I appreciate Ryan because he actually enjoys this and isn’t fighting me tooth and nail about research, driving around neighborhoods, and meeting with my brother. I feel this hope that we will be out of apartment living situation soon and I will have a fresh pallet to paint. I am itching to decorate more than I can express. Not to mention, in just 7 short months…I will have a baby!!!! I have never decorated a nursery and the ideas are flying in my brain. I am open to suggestions and color themes. It is hard to get set on anything right now because we don’t know what we are having or if we have a new house…what the dimensions of the nursery will be.
Myself and some girlfriends are going to go to a flea market in Roanoke this Saturday. I am really looking forward to this. I have never gone to an official flea market. Well I have, but they were overseas and I am pretty sure American ones will be different. I am leaning towards mixing some old and new in my next domicile and want to find some quirky, eclectic items with what we currently own. Should be a good time because it is suppose to be beautiful this weekend, not to mention it is called the Happy Flea Market….so there has to be something to that cheesy name.
My title will make sense shortly.
So yesterday I was coming home from work and getting the mail on my way into our apt…..life as a routine…I love it! There was this funny little plastic bag in the mailbox. I couldn’t really analyze it because I was performing a delicate balance of 2 empty tupperware containers, a half a cup of coffee, my purse and binder. I just shoved the mail where I could and went inside.
Once I got situated inside I read the bag. It said, ” We sincerely regret the damage to your mail during handling by the UPS. We hope this incident did not inconvenience you. We realize that your mail is important to you and you have every right to expect it to be delivered in good condition…..” talks about the massive volume and speed the UPS has to do each day…”we hope you understand. We assure you that we are constantly striving to improve our processing.”
So I then proceed to pull out exactly one half of an envelope. Of course this envelope isn’t a stupid credit card offer or a new deal at Adelphia…..no…this is our TAX RETURN! Sorry for the inconvenience….SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE!!!!! Are you kidding me????? Half a check….HALF A CHECK. I was ticked. I am so glad it was our state tax return…that is the smaller check. But our federal is really decent this year. Not to mention it is a little unnerving to know that half your check is floating around in a mysterious land of half mail. Who knows who has the other half. So here is a picture of our beloved tax return. I can’t wait to make that call today. “No trust me, we only got half an envelope, please send us another….no I can’t read the check number…IT GOT CUT OFF…but please believe me when I say I didn’t get my whole check.” I love that kind of crap.
So the whole exercise leper comment refers to my attempt at getting back to the YMCA and utilizing the $40 they take from me each month. Because of my crazy tired and nauseous state I was only able to muster 2-4 walks a week over the last month. I could not imagine pumping away on a cardio machine. Although I am still “spotting” blood, the doctor said I can take it easy and exercise moderately. I think there has been a break in the constant state of sickness I was feeling the first 5 weeks…it is spreading itself out to just parts of the day so I don’t feel too bad when the tired/nauseous feeling lets up. My friends Kristie and Sarah wanted me to come to a class called “Iron Grip”. The class uses light weights, dumbells, and bands for overall strength training. I have been wanting to ease back into weights and do that twice a week and cardio three times a week….so I thought I would give it a go. I talked to the instructor about being pregnant and having a few complications over the last two weeks, but that I was okayed to exercise moderately. She told me a few of the exercises that I needed to sit out on so I was prepared. She had one of those Madonna mics around her head and everytime a move was on the stomach or involved twisting she would say in the mic….YOU don’t do these, YOU sit on this one, YOU don’t use any weights. Now she had already explained this to me before the class started, must I be pointed out over a microphone during the class? I don’t look pregnant so when people were looking at me as she was calling me out I get a little self-conscious. I know they were thinking…what is wrong with this chick? Anyhow….I didn’t appreciate being singled out, I understand she had my best at heart, but she was messing with my pride. I am pretty sore today, so despite the modifications I got a good workout so it was a win-win.
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