Finally the Blueberry has made itself noticed...to me.
Last Sunday was the first time I was able to feel the 'berry move. Woo-hoo!!!! After constant attempts (I was checking Jess' belly like it was a pot waiting to boil water), while we were in Baltimore, Jess called me over and I was able to feel the 'berry move. Awesome.
While faint it was definitely noticeable.
However, over the past few days, Blueberry has now decided to announce her presence with a little more authority. In fact, just last night, she was booting so hard that Jess' belly was shaking.
Upcoming, a post on the Blueberry's first major vay-cay.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
Pregnancy dreams are WEIRD!
As some of you may know, "they" say that pregnant woman have more vivid dreams and that they remember more dreams than non-pregnant people. It has something to do with waking up a lot in the middle of the night and therefore having a greater chance of waking up in the middle of a dream. Regardless, "they" are 100% right. My dreams are crazy.
I won't go into details because I think some of you might be frightened for me, for Justin and especially for Blueberry. But one dream merits mentioning.
I had a bizarre dream on Wednesday night which involved jumping off of a 200 foot pier into raging water on a raft with my friend Theresa and her college friends. (not my college friends for some reason.) We then swam the San Francisco Bay and had root beer floats. I had to have a coke float though because they'd run out of root beer by the time it was my turn. That isn't the weird part. The weird part is that my next dream was me telling my friend Theresa about the dream I had just had and her and I trying to figure out the names of her college friends that I dreamed about. I relived a dream in a dream. WEIRD!
I won't go into details because I think some of you might be frightened for me, for Justin and especially for Blueberry. But one dream merits mentioning.
I had a bizarre dream on Wednesday night which involved jumping off of a 200 foot pier into raging water on a raft with my friend Theresa and her college friends. (not my college friends for some reason.) We then swam the San Francisco Bay and had root beer floats. I had to have a coke float though because they'd run out of root beer by the time it was my turn. That isn't the weird part. The weird part is that my next dream was me telling my friend Theresa about the dream I had just had and her and I trying to figure out the names of her college friends that I dreamed about. I relived a dream in a dream. WEIRD!
I think I'm becoming delusional.....
All my life I've heard women say you forget the pain of child birth. That it's so bad, your mind just blocks it out. I suppose I thought it was true....otherwise why would women have more than one baby. But deep down I never really thought it was possible until this morning.
On the elevator this morning I found myself in deep thought. I was thinking about how great it is that I feel so great. I honestly wouldn't know I was pregnant except for the baby bump and the baby kicks. I'm not tired. I'm not naseaus. I can work out. My coat still fits. It's all great. That's when the delusion began. I actually found myself thinking I was lucky to have been as sick as I was. (WHAT????)
My reasoning was three fold: (1) at least I knew I was pregnant/i.e. at least I knew the baby was doing alright. Since I haven't been pregnant before and since I certainly haven't been pregnant without morning sickness, I can only imagine what it must feel like to KNOW you're pregant, but not FEEL pregant. In a way, the sickness was reassuring. (2) since I FELT pregnant, it gave me more time to fully grasp the idea of BEING pregnant. Knowing myself, I'm sure that if I felt normal the whole time I would probably forget I was pregnant from time to time. Vomiting certainly reminds you. Having it on your mind all day everyday forces you to acknowledge the reality. That can be a good thing sometimes. (3) its made me appreciate feeling normal. I was sick to my stomach for over 10 weeks. It blew (literally and figuratively). It was so long that sickness started to feel normal. Now that there isn't any sickness, I feel better than normal. And all of the little annoyances of second trimester pregnancy don't really bother me in comparison.
What exactly does all of this have to do with forgetting the pain of childbirth, you ask? Well, in a lot of ways, I've already forgotten the crappiness of morning sickness....and its only been a month. Don't get me wrong, I don't miss it. I don't want it again. But, all of a sudden it doesn't seem like it was that bad. I think I'm starting to get a glimps at what God/nature does to women's minds to trick them into having more than one child.
I'm sure by posting this I'm jinxing myself and I'm going to start feeling like crap again. Oh well....too late.
Stay warm out there!
On the elevator this morning I found myself in deep thought. I was thinking about how great it is that I feel so great. I honestly wouldn't know I was pregnant except for the baby bump and the baby kicks. I'm not tired. I'm not naseaus. I can work out. My coat still fits. It's all great. That's when the delusion began. I actually found myself thinking I was lucky to have been as sick as I was. (WHAT????)
My reasoning was three fold: (1) at least I knew I was pregnant/i.e. at least I knew the baby was doing alright. Since I haven't been pregnant before and since I certainly haven't been pregnant without morning sickness, I can only imagine what it must feel like to KNOW you're pregant, but not FEEL pregant. In a way, the sickness was reassuring. (2) since I FELT pregnant, it gave me more time to fully grasp the idea of BEING pregnant. Knowing myself, I'm sure that if I felt normal the whole time I would probably forget I was pregnant from time to time. Vomiting certainly reminds you. Having it on your mind all day everyday forces you to acknowledge the reality. That can be a good thing sometimes. (3) its made me appreciate feeling normal. I was sick to my stomach for over 10 weeks. It blew (literally and figuratively). It was so long that sickness started to feel normal. Now that there isn't any sickness, I feel better than normal. And all of the little annoyances of second trimester pregnancy don't really bother me in comparison.
What exactly does all of this have to do with forgetting the pain of childbirth, you ask? Well, in a lot of ways, I've already forgotten the crappiness of morning sickness....and its only been a month. Don't get me wrong, I don't miss it. I don't want it again. But, all of a sudden it doesn't seem like it was that bad. I think I'm starting to get a glimps at what God/nature does to women's minds to trick them into having more than one child.
I'm sure by posting this I'm jinxing myself and I'm going to start feeling like crap again. Oh well....too late.
Stay warm out there!
Thursday, January 15, 2009
All is Quiet on the Western Front
Not a whole lot to update about right now. Things are moving along swimmingly. Despite the fact that we're moving into the aggressive kicking mode of the pregnancy, Jess is still feeling great and has actually been to the YMCA more times this week than I have.
We've got the first major trip of the pregnancy coming up this weekend as we travel to Baltimore and D.C. to visit Jess' brother John and his family and while we're there, we've decided to stop by that whole inauguration thing.
We'll report back after the trip.
P.S. I totally saw boy parts.
P.P.S. If I have a girl and she's reading these posts about the ultrasound when she's 20-something - while looking at her baby book - oops. Sorry about that honey. Your dad is an idiot.
We've got the first major trip of the pregnancy coming up this weekend as we travel to Baltimore and D.C. to visit Jess' brother John and his family and while we're there, we've decided to stop by that whole inauguration thing.
We'll report back after the trip.
P.S. I totally saw boy parts.
P.P.S. If I have a girl and she's reading these posts about the ultrasound when she's 20-something - while looking at her baby book - oops. Sorry about that honey. Your dad is an idiot.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
One last entry about the ultrasound...
As Justin made clear to Stu and everyone else, we did not find out Blueberry's sex. We were both a bit nervous about seeing something during the ultrasound though. And of course, the one body part she had a tough time getting good pics of was the bladder. Let's just say she spent a lot of time "down there". I even looked away because I was afraid I'd see something.
As soon as the tech left the room, I told Justin I think I know. Without hesitation, he said he thinks he knows too. I was a bit upset at the thought. More than I thought I would be.
I told Justin that I think I saw girl "parts". Justin said (and I quote) "I think I saw balls." Clearly neither one of us knows what the hell we saw. Thank goodness.
As soon as the tech left the room, I told Justin I think I know. Without hesitation, he said he thinks he knows too. I was a bit upset at the thought. More than I thought I would be.
I told Justin that I think I saw girl "parts". Justin said (and I quote) "I think I saw balls." Clearly neither one of us knows what the hell we saw. Thank goodness.
20 Week Ultrasound
What an experience. It absolutely blows my mind the things they can see on an ultrasound. We got to see the parts of Blueberry's brain! Not to mention the chambers of the heart, the stomach, the kidneys, etc. It was really very cool.
The whole process lasted about an hour. It would have gone quicker, but Blueberry couldn't sit still. He/She was constantly twisting and turning and KICKING! It was amazing to see the baby kick on the screen and feel it. It brought everything to a whole new level of reality. There were several times we actually saw Blueberry wind up, bended knee and kick me full force. It was really funny now. I'm sure I'll be singing a different tune once he/she gets bigger and it starts to hurt.
The ultrasound tech was very cool. She explained all of the body parts to us through out the process and even made a video for us. (See below). Of course, once we pressed record for the video, Blueberry decided to take a nap. He/she didn't move once! If you watch the video you can see him/her shake a little in the middle. That was me shaking my stomach trying to way him/her up! I love it.
The best part of the whole experience was seeing the report afterwards which said a whole lot of "normal." Thank goodness. Wonderful news! Everything is developing as it should. Based upon his/her size, the doctor said he/she should weight between 6 1/2 - 7 lbs at birth and that I should easily go full term. In order to make things easier on myself mentally, I'm thinking June 1 is going to be the magical date, not May 25th. That way I won't be shocked when I'm late.
I'm considering myself very lucky at this time. I feel great. Blueberry is doing great. I can stay up past 8:30 pm and haven't felt sick in a long time (other than some vitamin problems. ugh.) In all, we're very lucky.
The whole process lasted about an hour. It would have gone quicker, but Blueberry couldn't sit still. He/She was constantly twisting and turning and KICKING! It was amazing to see the baby kick on the screen and feel it. It brought everything to a whole new level of reality. There were several times we actually saw Blueberry wind up, bended knee and kick me full force. It was really funny now. I'm sure I'll be singing a different tune once he/she gets bigger and it starts to hurt.
The ultrasound tech was very cool. She explained all of the body parts to us through out the process and even made a video for us. (See below). Of course, once we pressed record for the video, Blueberry decided to take a nap. He/she didn't move once! If you watch the video you can see him/her shake a little in the middle. That was me shaking my stomach trying to way him/her up! I love it.
The best part of the whole experience was seeing the report afterwards which said a whole lot of "normal." Thank goodness. Wonderful news! Everything is developing as it should. Based upon his/her size, the doctor said he/she should weight between 6 1/2 - 7 lbs at birth and that I should easily go full term. In order to make things easier on myself mentally, I'm thinking June 1 is going to be the magical date, not May 25th. That way I won't be shocked when I'm late.
I'm considering myself very lucky at this time. I feel great. Blueberry is doing great. I can stay up past 8:30 pm and haven't felt sick in a long time (other than some vitamin problems. ugh.) In all, we're very lucky.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
20 Week Ultrasound Video - Details to Come.....All Good News
By the way, remember, we don't want to know what we're having, so if you see something, don't mention it. Stu, I'm looking at you. (Let me digress, Stu, a friend I've had for 20-plus years, had a gift. Stu could look at any wrapped Christmas present and tell you instantly what it was. Not "oh, that's a CD," but more like "oh, that's an M&M dispenser" - in 1991 Stu pretty much guessed my entire Christmas, to the extent that I believe my mom actually returned some gifts. Stu is now a doctor, so he might know how to actually read one of these, so I'm just saying Stu - "No"). More details on the exam itself when I'm not watching Oklahoma v. Florida (What? You thought I did this blog on my own time? Ha.).
Monday, January 5, 2009
Ok, I was done...but...
Then I discovered the most entertainingly creepy widget ever.
Just scroll to the bottom of the blog and you'll get a real time update of the 'berry.
Awesome.
Just scroll to the bottom of the blog and you'll get a real time update of the 'berry.
Awesome.
Her Lovely Lady Lump
So here are the world famous "Bun In The Oven" pictures.
In all fairness to Jess' brothers, she's kind of popped in the last two weeks, so it wasn't quite this obvious at the time.
More of an update later this week when I'm not in a "really five days of work this week? Really?" funk. Plus, what can I really say right now? Jess is pretty much her normal self, I can't feel the 'berry move and outside of being forced to finally go through my baseball cards due to Jess' nesting urges, my days are about the same.
Really? Five Days this week? Ugh.
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