I also want to add that I was doing the math in my head and scrutinizing the calendar and I really don't think there is any way that I am due on the 13th of February. I think the first date of February 4th was more accurate. Seriously, I took 6 years of biology and other sciences, so I know the capabilities of sperm and eggs, etc. And more importantly, I definately remember the days that my husband and I spend together (as they can be few and far between) and when he was home early. More importantly I can remember when I was already in my pjs and half asleep when he came home. Bottom line, in order to get even close to that due date, Peanut would have had to been conceived immaculately.
I guess we will see what happens at the next doctor's appointment.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Cranky Pants
I have been extremely irritable and cranky today. I don't know whether it is the prego hormones or I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed or what. I slept almost all the way through the night, until about 5 am, which is usually when the hubby's alarm goes off for work and I get up to go the bathroom (I usually wake up about 4 times to pee or drink water throughout the night), and then went back to sleep until my alarm went off at 6:30. I couldn't get up just yet so I reset the alarm for 6:50, which gives me just enough time to get ready for a curly hair day. I have to admit that lately, I am needing those extra 20 minutes and alot of the days have been curly hair days.
Anyway, I woke up in a less than desirable mood, and remembered a dream I had had about someone giving my kitty, Layla, a melatonin and letting her drown in the lake that I used to go up to for church camp. I spent most of the dream looking for her in the water and then reviving her, which I was able to do. What really disturbed me about the dream was that I think it was me that drugged the kitty and I felt horribly guilty when I realized she was drowning. Needless to say that when I woke up, I had to find her and cradle her and love her up a bit. I should also add that in this dream my apartment complex was on this lake, and all the stray cats that live around it were also in the dream. There were sea lions coming up on the beach and when they left to go fish hunting, the stray cats waded into the water. My husband questioned what the cats were doing and I responded that they were looking for sea lion poop to eat. I know, I am one odd duck.
The in laws were not awake when I got up and into the shower (did I mention that they are here for 11 days?), and I relished the quiet. They were awake before I left, and my stepfather in law is quite a talker, and I just can't bring myself to hush him. I am used to quiet mornings, and I was annoyed when I left for work. I was also a bit miffed that my husband had not been able to make a decision on whether or not they would be driving up to Bod.ega Bay and stopping to have lunch with me. I am a planner and I need to know these things, herego, I left with no lunch.
I stopped to get a chocolate milk and a breakfast bagel on the way to work and it tasted nasty, further fouling my mood.
Work has been fine, and the family did pick me up for more chocolate milk and an omelete (what I and Baby Lahman aka Peanut wanted). Granted it was about an hour after I normally eat lunch, but it's the thought right?
Whatever the reason is, I am just in a foul mood. I am exhausted and trying not to focus on disrupted home life (for the next 8 days). All I can think about is more chocolate milk.
In baby news, I received some more cute baby gifts which I will write about once I am in a better mood in order to do them justice (trust me, there are good stories for them). I have been able to keep my nausea at bay (see post below), and have measured my waistline and not noted any significant change. I have stopped losing weight, which makes me feel better (I know it is normal to lose weight in the early weeks, especially if you are tossing your tacos quite often), and I am still taking my walks. I haven't gotten the results from my bloodwork but I am assuming that everything is fine or I most definately would have heard something by now. Nevertheless, I think I will still continue to make Ben clean the cat box. I had to move the next doctor's appointment to July 24 (just back one day) so that Ben can come along and see Peanut.
I want to take a nap. :(
Sidenote: we have decided to nickname Baby Lahman Peanut as this is what shape he or she took in the first ultrasound.
My list of things to do:
1. Pick up chocolate milk
2. Refill prenatal vitamins
3. Pester mother about baby shower dates so plane tickets can be bought without filing bankrupcy.
4. Try to fill myself with optimism and sunshine
Anyway, I woke up in a less than desirable mood, and remembered a dream I had had about someone giving my kitty, Layla, a melatonin and letting her drown in the lake that I used to go up to for church camp. I spent most of the dream looking for her in the water and then reviving her, which I was able to do. What really disturbed me about the dream was that I think it was me that drugged the kitty and I felt horribly guilty when I realized she was drowning. Needless to say that when I woke up, I had to find her and cradle her and love her up a bit. I should also add that in this dream my apartment complex was on this lake, and all the stray cats that live around it were also in the dream. There were sea lions coming up on the beach and when they left to go fish hunting, the stray cats waded into the water. My husband questioned what the cats were doing and I responded that they were looking for sea lion poop to eat. I know, I am one odd duck.
The in laws were not awake when I got up and into the shower (did I mention that they are here for 11 days?), and I relished the quiet. They were awake before I left, and my stepfather in law is quite a talker, and I just can't bring myself to hush him. I am used to quiet mornings, and I was annoyed when I left for work. I was also a bit miffed that my husband had not been able to make a decision on whether or not they would be driving up to Bod.ega Bay and stopping to have lunch with me. I am a planner and I need to know these things, herego, I left with no lunch.
I stopped to get a chocolate milk and a breakfast bagel on the way to work and it tasted nasty, further fouling my mood.
Work has been fine, and the family did pick me up for more chocolate milk and an omelete (what I and Baby Lahman aka Peanut wanted). Granted it was about an hour after I normally eat lunch, but it's the thought right?
Whatever the reason is, I am just in a foul mood. I am exhausted and trying not to focus on disrupted home life (for the next 8 days). All I can think about is more chocolate milk.
In baby news, I received some more cute baby gifts which I will write about once I am in a better mood in order to do them justice (trust me, there are good stories for them). I have been able to keep my nausea at bay (see post below), and have measured my waistline and not noted any significant change. I have stopped losing weight, which makes me feel better (I know it is normal to lose weight in the early weeks, especially if you are tossing your tacos quite often), and I am still taking my walks. I haven't gotten the results from my bloodwork but I am assuming that everything is fine or I most definately would have heard something by now. Nevertheless, I think I will still continue to make Ben clean the cat box. I had to move the next doctor's appointment to July 24 (just back one day) so that Ben can come along and see Peanut.
I want to take a nap. :(
Sidenote: we have decided to nickname Baby Lahman Peanut as this is what shape he or she took in the first ultrasound.
My list of things to do:
1. Pick up chocolate milk
2. Refill prenatal vitamins
3. Pester mother about baby shower dates so plane tickets can be bought without filing bankrupcy.
4. Try to fill myself with optimism and sunshine
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
You Know You Are Getting a Baby Belly When....
....you suck in your tummy as hard as you can and it doesn't get any smaller.
I noticed this this morning when I was putting on my jeans and they felt a little snugger. Granted, they were jeans that I had just washed and dried, so they were a little tight anyway, but nothing a little sucking in can't help. Thus, the countdown to the bella band has begun. Is it wrong that I want to start wearing it early so I can get out my skinny jeans? :) Probably.
Also, I was talking to someone about my nausea and how it comes mostly in the evening, and rationalized something in my head. Due to my inheritance of insomnia, the doctor ok'ed me taking Tylenol PM. He said it was ok because the dosage of Tylenol is really low and that one of the active ingredients is also used in anti-nausea medication for pregos. I am thinking that on the nights that I do take it, I don't feel sick in the morning because of this? And consequently, I don't feel sick until it all wears off? Is this possible?
I noticed this this morning when I was putting on my jeans and they felt a little snugger. Granted, they were jeans that I had just washed and dried, so they were a little tight anyway, but nothing a little sucking in can't help. Thus, the countdown to the bella band has begun. Is it wrong that I want to start wearing it early so I can get out my skinny jeans? :) Probably.
Also, I was talking to someone about my nausea and how it comes mostly in the evening, and rationalized something in my head. Due to my inheritance of insomnia, the doctor ok'ed me taking Tylenol PM. He said it was ok because the dosage of Tylenol is really low and that one of the active ingredients is also used in anti-nausea medication for pregos. I am thinking that on the nights that I do take it, I don't feel sick in the morning because of this? And consequently, I don't feel sick until it all wears off? Is this possible?
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Hormones, Hormones, and Wait....Yep, More Hormones.
I have always been a somewhat moody and slightly overdramatic person. When I was on the pill, my PMS was kept at bay, and my husband didn't really ever have to take the brunt of my moodiness. Now, however...well, let's just it's a not like that anymore. I have become completely irrational and very easily irritable and angry. I can also cry at a laundry detergent commercial.
For example:
On the Fourth, we had his twin and their cousin over for a cookout. They brought along a friend, which in retrospect was fine. Given how completely wiped I have been, all I wanted to do was sleep all day. Alas, many bathroom runs during the night make it hard to get a good night's sleep. I woke up really early, and was starving and had to eat. This began the tooth debaucle (see below). After the morning had quieted, I decided that I wanted to take a nap. Ben was playing gui.tar hero, and had promised to clean up the guest room for the impending inlaw visit. We had discussed what time the cookout would take place, and I was therefore not expecting anyone until 4, giving me plenty of time to do something with my hair and face, and make my apple pie. It was 1:30 when I laid down to sleep, and Ben was going to wake me at 2:30 or 3.
At 1:45 there was pounding on the front door. I hauled myself out of bed, and in the 5 minutes this took, my husband had hooked up an extra guitar controller, pushed back the coffee table, and there were beer cans everywhere. Are you freakin kidding me? I lost it.
When my husband came into the bedroom to investigate, I was bawling. He didn't understand what the big deal was, it was a holiday weekend and blah blah blah. I went on a rant explaining to him how I hate it when the furniture is moved. He asked "Seriously, what is wrong with you?" My response... "H-h-h-hormones..."
This is just one example of how rapidly my mood changes and my irrational thought process. The other day I started to cry during a diaper commerical.
Ah hormones, another magical part of pregnancy.
For example:
On the Fourth, we had his twin and their cousin over for a cookout. They brought along a friend, which in retrospect was fine. Given how completely wiped I have been, all I wanted to do was sleep all day. Alas, many bathroom runs during the night make it hard to get a good night's sleep. I woke up really early, and was starving and had to eat. This began the tooth debaucle (see below). After the morning had quieted, I decided that I wanted to take a nap. Ben was playing gui.tar hero, and had promised to clean up the guest room for the impending inlaw visit. We had discussed what time the cookout would take place, and I was therefore not expecting anyone until 4, giving me plenty of time to do something with my hair and face, and make my apple pie. It was 1:30 when I laid down to sleep, and Ben was going to wake me at 2:30 or 3.
At 1:45 there was pounding on the front door. I hauled myself out of bed, and in the 5 minutes this took, my husband had hooked up an extra guitar controller, pushed back the coffee table, and there were beer cans everywhere. Are you freakin kidding me? I lost it.
When my husband came into the bedroom to investigate, I was bawling. He didn't understand what the big deal was, it was a holiday weekend and blah blah blah. I went on a rant explaining to him how I hate it when the furniture is moved. He asked "Seriously, what is wrong with you?" My response... "H-h-h-hormones..."
This is just one example of how rapidly my mood changes and my irrational thought process. The other day I started to cry during a diaper commerical.
Ah hormones, another magical part of pregnancy.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Dentist Woes
Earlier this year I had to have the most expensive dental work of my entire life (I am not including orthodontia as I did not have to pay for that). I needed a root canal. Now, I have dental insurance, and it covers up to $1000 a year, which I am told by my mother is fairly standard. This root canal needed to be done on a tooth which a filling cracked out of, let's say...2 weeks before my wedding in 2005. Why did I not get it take care of before this year, you may ask? Well, I didn't have any dental insurance, and then when I did, the a-holes running the Limi.ted Brands empire made it impossible for me to use it. Finally, around early February, the nerve got infection and my mouth was instantly filled with pain. Needless to say, the dental field is unlike the medical field, and whatever your insurance won't cover, you have to come up with. Herego, I had to fork over an extra $1600 dollars to end my misery. That's right, the total bill was about $2600 for ONE TOOTH.
When I went back to get my diamond platinum crown (it was really just porcelein, i tell myself it was equivalent to jewelry to ease the empty bank account shock), the dentist so kindly pointed out that the decay had spread to a neighboring tooth, however; she couldn't fix it until I had a complete x-ray and comprehensive workup done and all this was going to cost about another $500 because my insurance was maxed out. I kindly pointed out that I had another chipped filling that I would like taken care of first. She said the same thing....that I need the x-rays and exam, blah blah. I said I would check my schedule and get back to the office when I coudl figure out a time (could I help it that this time may be early January of the next year?)
So on the morning of Fourth, my husband decided to wash all three of our cars and left me to lay on the couch. Being in the delicate condition that I am, I am only able to eat certain things that sound good at the time, and I have to eat them fast because when my stomach realizes what I am giving it, I have to run to the bathroom. This morning, I decided on Fritos with cottage cheese. I ate a bit and then was letting what little was in my tummy rest, when I felt something wierd in my mouth. Upon spitting it in my hand, I discovered that it was part of my chipped filling tooth! A quick running of my tongue along my teeth confirmed that there was indeed a hole in my tooth, and it was quite jagged.
This sucks for many reasons. First, it obviously needs to be fixed somehow and this means I will have to re-budget the money yet again to find the extra cash to cover it. Second, I can't have novacaine. SUCKO. And third, I have to feel like a redneck hick in the mean time with a small gap in mouth (granted it is in the back, but I know it is there). Upon several calls to family members, the general consensus is that I should have the dentist file the edge and fill it in on a temporary basis, until Baby Lahman is safely screaming in her waiting room with his father who is waiting to drive my drugged up, numbed face self back to our one room shack to eat ramen noodles, which is all we can afford since we will most likely have to pay for another root canal.
Oh, and given the nature of my mouth, I could not really enjoy the corn on the cob to the fullest, which was all I was really looking forward to eating. Like I said, I have to eat what sounds good, and I have to eat it fast.
When I went back to get my diamond platinum crown (it was really just porcelein, i tell myself it was equivalent to jewelry to ease the empty bank account shock), the dentist so kindly pointed out that the decay had spread to a neighboring tooth, however; she couldn't fix it until I had a complete x-ray and comprehensive workup done and all this was going to cost about another $500 because my insurance was maxed out. I kindly pointed out that I had another chipped filling that I would like taken care of first. She said the same thing....that I need the x-rays and exam, blah blah. I said I would check my schedule and get back to the office when I coudl figure out a time (could I help it that this time may be early January of the next year?)
So on the morning of Fourth, my husband decided to wash all three of our cars and left me to lay on the couch. Being in the delicate condition that I am, I am only able to eat certain things that sound good at the time, and I have to eat them fast because when my stomach realizes what I am giving it, I have to run to the bathroom. This morning, I decided on Fritos with cottage cheese. I ate a bit and then was letting what little was in my tummy rest, when I felt something wierd in my mouth. Upon spitting it in my hand, I discovered that it was part of my chipped filling tooth! A quick running of my tongue along my teeth confirmed that there was indeed a hole in my tooth, and it was quite jagged.
This sucks for many reasons. First, it obviously needs to be fixed somehow and this means I will have to re-budget the money yet again to find the extra cash to cover it. Second, I can't have novacaine. SUCKO. And third, I have to feel like a redneck hick in the mean time with a small gap in mouth (granted it is in the back, but I know it is there). Upon several calls to family members, the general consensus is that I should have the dentist file the edge and fill it in on a temporary basis, until Baby Lahman is safely screaming in her waiting room with his father who is waiting to drive my drugged up, numbed face self back to our one room shack to eat ramen noodles, which is all we can afford since we will most likely have to pay for another root canal.
Oh, and given the nature of my mouth, I could not really enjoy the corn on the cob to the fullest, which was all I was really looking forward to eating. Like I said, I have to eat what sounds good, and I have to eat it fast.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Walk This Way
After the last Gui.tar Hero was released, I have to admit that I became a fanatic. Although I am not that good, there is something very fun about pretending to be a rockstar. :) And of course, my husband, his twin, and their twin cousins are big fans as well. We reserved our copy of G.uitar Hero: Aer.osmith in like, March or something ridiculous. And on Sunday, we finally go to pick it up. I tried to play it for a while on Sunday, but I was feeling the side effects of pregnancy. Ben, however, played it for about 4 hours, in order to beat the easy mode. Last night we were playing again, and it is soooo much fun. I, of course, play on easy and struggle through some of the harder songs. Ben is now playing on medium. Any Aero.smith fans out there know that Joe Pe.rry is a beast on the guitar and even in an easy mode, it can be pretty challenging. We went to see Aer.osmith in concert a few years back, and the makers of this game did a very good job in capturing the essence of Stev.en Tyler and his mic stand twirling, among other things. It is pretty cool, and I am not a big video game fanatic (except for that old game "Pitf.all" on Ata.ri. :) )Tomorrow we are having our 4th of July cookout and I am sure I will be hearing Aerosmith all day long.
I also forgot to mention that I did, in fact, get my bloodwork done on Saturday. It was not so bad. The whole process only took about 30 minutes, so I was pretty happy with that. I hardly felt the needle go into my arm, however; I did feel the warm blood running out of my arm through that little tube into the 7 vials that needed filled. Apparently my doctor wanted a lot of testing done. The tech that took my blood was fairly nice and he tried to make small talk with me. I stared at pictures of hospital personnel pets the whole time, which were plastered to the wall next to testing station. He kept asking how I was doing, and I kept saying "fine, how many more do you have?" He chose to respond to this with "Aw, this is nothing. You are going to have to give birth to your baby!" Nice. Crap Weasel. I do not appreciate it when men say this because honestly, how the hell would you know what it is like to give birth? And for the record, at this point I am planning on having as close to a natural childbirth as I can, but we will see as time goes on. I don't like to think about the pain, because I am a big wuss. I will worry more about this in about....6 or 7 months. K, thanks.
I am seriously craving BK chicken fries today. I think it may be time to take an early lunch. Hmmmm...with a frozen coke....yummmmm. Can you tell my appetite is back? :)
I also forgot to mention that I did, in fact, get my bloodwork done on Saturday. It was not so bad. The whole process only took about 30 minutes, so I was pretty happy with that. I hardly felt the needle go into my arm, however; I did feel the warm blood running out of my arm through that little tube into the 7 vials that needed filled. Apparently my doctor wanted a lot of testing done. The tech that took my blood was fairly nice and he tried to make small talk with me. I stared at pictures of hospital personnel pets the whole time, which were plastered to the wall next to testing station. He kept asking how I was doing, and I kept saying "fine, how many more do you have?" He chose to respond to this with "Aw, this is nothing. You are going to have to give birth to your baby!" Nice. Crap Weasel. I do not appreciate it when men say this because honestly, how the hell would you know what it is like to give birth? And for the record, at this point I am planning on having as close to a natural childbirth as I can, but we will see as time goes on. I don't like to think about the pain, because I am a big wuss. I will worry more about this in about....6 or 7 months. K, thanks.
I am seriously craving BK chicken fries today. I think it may be time to take an early lunch. Hmmmm...with a frozen coke....yummmmm. Can you tell my appetite is back? :)
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Population Growth in South Bay :)
I received the news yesterday that my friend Daniela had her twin boys! Welcome to the world Drey and Drew!
This is very happy news. However, the babies are a full two months early, and are consequently very tiny, around 3lbs 10 oz each. This means that they have to spend a minimum of 5 weeks in the NICU. I spoke with Daniela and Drew is struggling with breathing on his own. I am going to try to visit her this weekend, since she will be released on saturday. I can't even imagine how hard it would be to be at home without your new babies. (Sidenote: Her two-year old son, Jesiah, is adorable.)
So that is the big news thus far this week. I got called for jury duty on Monday afternoon and had to sit for about 2 hours before I was instructed to go to the courthouse and sit for another hour. Luckily, I was dismissed before I had to go through jury selection (even though I had a story all worked out on why I could not serve jury duty). Sunday nights do not proove to be very restful for me, so I got home a little early and took a nap. My tummy had started to hurt around the middle of the first two hour sitting, and when I woke up from my nap, it was terrible. I tried to eat some macaroni, but no avail. Ben brought me home some saltines, which I tried to eat as well. For the next 14 hours I was in the bathroom about once every hour or so. Needless to say, I was worthless yesterday and layed on the couch all day. I feel better today, but my tummy is still a little weary of anything I eat (which thus far has been a biscuit and some sprite).
Guiliani was quite concerned about my stomach upheavel. He got up with me during the night and layed outside the bathroom door. Around 1 am, or so, I got extremely hot and short of breath, and layed on the nice cool carpet under the air conditioning vent outside the bathroom, and apparently fell back asleep. Guiliani began to nuzzle my face and walk on my back to wake me up, and then followed me back to the bed. And yesterday he slept on his couch pillow all day while I layed there. I love my kitties. :)
This is very happy news. However, the babies are a full two months early, and are consequently very tiny, around 3lbs 10 oz each. This means that they have to spend a minimum of 5 weeks in the NICU. I spoke with Daniela and Drew is struggling with breathing on his own. I am going to try to visit her this weekend, since she will be released on saturday. I can't even imagine how hard it would be to be at home without your new babies. (Sidenote: Her two-year old son, Jesiah, is adorable.)
So that is the big news thus far this week. I got called for jury duty on Monday afternoon and had to sit for about 2 hours before I was instructed to go to the courthouse and sit for another hour. Luckily, I was dismissed before I had to go through jury selection (even though I had a story all worked out on why I could not serve jury duty). Sunday nights do not proove to be very restful for me, so I got home a little early and took a nap. My tummy had started to hurt around the middle of the first two hour sitting, and when I woke up from my nap, it was terrible. I tried to eat some macaroni, but no avail. Ben brought me home some saltines, which I tried to eat as well. For the next 14 hours I was in the bathroom about once every hour or so. Needless to say, I was worthless yesterday and layed on the couch all day. I feel better today, but my tummy is still a little weary of anything I eat (which thus far has been a biscuit and some sprite).
Guiliani was quite concerned about my stomach upheavel. He got up with me during the night and layed outside the bathroom door. Around 1 am, or so, I got extremely hot and short of breath, and layed on the nice cool carpet under the air conditioning vent outside the bathroom, and apparently fell back asleep. Guiliani began to nuzzle my face and walk on my back to wake me up, and then followed me back to the bed. And yesterday he slept on his couch pillow all day while I layed there. I love my kitties. :)
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