Monday, Monday, MONDAY!!!
I had the day off on Monday, so I thought I would take advantage of the full day to do whatever I like to accomplish one of two things:
1) Clean and organize my house
2) Shop for maternity/baby related items
Can you guess which I chose?
My mother and I set out to hit a few consignment shops to see what goodies we could find. Maternity clothes tend to seem overpriced, and considering that they often end up being gently used, why not find them second hand?
In our quest, we ended up at a thrift store we had never come across and wasn't on the planned list of places to check out. I wasn't too hopeful as we entered, as it looked large and lacking in organization. I should make it clear that while I enjoy little boutique like second hand stores, where everything has its place and its easy to find what you are looking for, I have never had the patience required to be a successful Thrift shopper. My mother and sister are blessed with the skills needed to paw through rack upon rack upon box of items to find that coveted awesome deal, but me? Not so much.
Fortunately, having my mother with me, I did manage to pull my limited shopping patience together and sort through two large boxes of shoes/boots. I wouldn't have bothered, but they were all Rieker, which are comfortable and expensive shoes. Sorting was required to find a matching pair that was not defective, and in your size. I came away with a great pair of flats that I will be VERY thankful I found as the pregnancy gets further along, and my mom got flats, boots, and really cute little heels.
Most of the other planned stops were sadly closed (don't know why I hadn't thought that through...if I have the day off, maybe someone else does!). One consignment shop actually had a few things (yay!) so I was pretty pleased with what I found for the day.
We planned to make one more stop at Macy's, since my mom had a $25 certificate to spend. We inevitably ended up in the baby section, where my mother spent her certificate (and then some) on non-gender specific baby clothes.
As we left, I noticed the Motherhood Maternity store had lots of sales signs, so I suggested we take a quick look. A large bag of clothes and a much lighter back account later, we finally finished our day of shopping.
So while I spent FAR more than I had planned, I got some great essentials (jeans, khakis, comfy SUMMERY dresses) for really good prices, so it was a good shopping day.
An exhausting one, but successful.
Listening to: Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
5 a' clock in the mornin'...
...where ya gonna be?
Apparently, not sleeping.
Lately, like clockwork, I wake up at 5 feeling oh so miserable. The only way to make me feel slightly better is to drag myself out of bed and eat. So here I am, polishing off a bowl of Basic 4, waiting for my body to process that it has been fed and it is now safe to go back to sleep.
Being that I could sleep until, say, Tuesday, this new development is not so much I love you.
Thanks a lot, limey.
Current Mood: Sleepy and cranky
Baby's Current Size: The size of a lime. A hungry, angry lime.
Apparently, not sleeping.
Lately, like clockwork, I wake up at 5 feeling oh so miserable. The only way to make me feel slightly better is to drag myself out of bed and eat. So here I am, polishing off a bowl of Basic 4, waiting for my body to process that it has been fed and it is now safe to go back to sleep.
Being that I could sleep until, say, Tuesday, this new development is not so much I love you.
Thanks a lot, limey.
Current Mood: Sleepy and cranky
Baby's Current Size: The size of a lime. A hungry, angry lime.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Somewhat Awesomeness
As I write this, I am two days away from my 12th week.
And guess what?
I am not in a constant state of nausea. Just like the books/internet sites/random advice givers said. I celebrated yesterday evening by eating not one, but TWO cinnamon buns and spending a fortune on groceries.
Awesome.
I say I am not in a constant state of nausea, because I am still a bit sensitive. I do not want to eat or smell fish. I can't seem to stomach the smell of raw meat period (which will make this week's beef stew a challenge). And I am sure there are other food smells that send me into an immediate frenzy. If I steal your sandwich from your hands and throw it as far away as I can, I apologize now. I can't be held responsible for my actions at this point.
In other symptoms...I fall asleep watching TV almost every night now. We are not talking falling asleep during Conan. Not even while watching Colbert. Think a little closer to the Prime Time bracket. During exciting shows that I enjoy. I just suddenly am overcome by a wave of exhaustion that overtakes me with no warning.
It is also kinda awesome.
I mean, sure, I may not see the end of my favorite show, but that is what DVR is for, friends. I can't tell you the last time I could just fall asleep without trying. That is the sweetest sleep. The one where your eyes close and your whole body relaxes and you don't even know that you are falling asleep. The kind of sleep you fight when sitting behind your desk, but never seems to greet you when you get home. It's like floating. Without the water in your ears.
As far as size goes, I definitely feel like I am getting bigger, although the scale is still barely budging. There is definitely more belly there then there was before. Not that I want to be big...but I would like to get past the "I ate one too many cinnamon rolls" phase and move on to the "I look pregnant" phase.
On the rest of my life front, the many photo taking activities this weekend went well. The bride and groom for the wedding I shot could not have been sweeter, which made things slightly less stressful. I say less stressful because all I could think while I was taking photos was "what am I doing?" The drawback of caring about what you do is worrying that you aren't going to make the people you are doing it for happy. In the end, I am glad I did it.
Oh, and also, I was thoroughly exhausted and in all my jumping up and down, running to and fro, squatting in weird positions, I discovered a few muscles that I clearly never use.
Here is a shot from their wedding:
This is one of my favorite shots...
The sad part of the weekend was the departure of my little nephew. My brother and his wife had been visiting for the week. She had to leave early for a talk in San Fran (I think?) so my brother and nephew stayed a little longer.
Seriously, I know I am totally partial, but how can you not love this cuteness?
And guess what?
I am not in a constant state of nausea. Just like the books/internet sites/random advice givers said. I celebrated yesterday evening by eating not one, but TWO cinnamon buns and spending a fortune on groceries.
Awesome.
I say I am not in a constant state of nausea, because I am still a bit sensitive. I do not want to eat or smell fish. I can't seem to stomach the smell of raw meat period (which will make this week's beef stew a challenge). And I am sure there are other food smells that send me into an immediate frenzy. If I steal your sandwich from your hands and throw it as far away as I can, I apologize now. I can't be held responsible for my actions at this point.
In other symptoms...I fall asleep watching TV almost every night now. We are not talking falling asleep during Conan. Not even while watching Colbert. Think a little closer to the Prime Time bracket. During exciting shows that I enjoy. I just suddenly am overcome by a wave of exhaustion that overtakes me with no warning.
It is also kinda awesome.
I mean, sure, I may not see the end of my favorite show, but that is what DVR is for, friends. I can't tell you the last time I could just fall asleep without trying. That is the sweetest sleep. The one where your eyes close and your whole body relaxes and you don't even know that you are falling asleep. The kind of sleep you fight when sitting behind your desk, but never seems to greet you when you get home. It's like floating. Without the water in your ears.
As far as size goes, I definitely feel like I am getting bigger, although the scale is still barely budging. There is definitely more belly there then there was before. Not that I want to be big...but I would like to get past the "I ate one too many cinnamon rolls" phase and move on to the "I look pregnant" phase.
On the rest of my life front, the many photo taking activities this weekend went well. The bride and groom for the wedding I shot could not have been sweeter, which made things slightly less stressful. I say less stressful because all I could think while I was taking photos was "what am I doing?" The drawback of caring about what you do is worrying that you aren't going to make the people you are doing it for happy. In the end, I am glad I did it.
Oh, and also, I was thoroughly exhausted and in all my jumping up and down, running to and fro, squatting in weird positions, I discovered a few muscles that I clearly never use.
Here is a shot from their wedding:
The engagement shoot (for the groom's sister, a good friend of mine) was much less stressful. Not that I didn't care just as much, just that you have much more control over that type of shoot.
This is one of my favorite shots...
The sad part of the weekend was the departure of my little nephew. My brother and his wife had been visiting for the week. She had to leave early for a talk in San Fran (I think?) so my brother and nephew stayed a little longer.
Seriously, I know I am totally partial, but how can you not love this cuteness?
And so I leave you with the cuteness that is Squeakles. Enjoy.
Listening to: Paperweight by Joshua Radin (on Pandora.com's The Weepies station)
Current Mood: Hungry! Yay!
Listening to: Paperweight by Joshua Radin (on Pandora.com's The Weepies station)
Current Mood: Hungry! Yay!
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Figs
I left you all hanging after the last post. Sorry. Things were busy - my adorable nephew was in town and I got distracted with that.
The appointment went well. J and my mom came along to (hopefully) hear the baby's heartbeat. I was actually a lot more nervous then I let on. All I could think was "what if they don't find it?". One of the drawbacks of the information age is all the bad stories you hear. Plenty of which involve women who didn't know anything was wrong until this visit. And then they find out the pregnancy isn't viable.
So I laid on the table, trying to breathe, listening to the sloshy sounds of my own blood flowing. I closed my eyes as the midwife poked around with the Doppler, trying to find something.
And then there it was. Much faster than the sleepy sounds from my own body, and much clearer. There really is a baby in there!
The relief in knowing he or she was there made me tear up and I could feel my lip quivering a little. I didn't look at my mom or anyone, but I felt J put his hand on my leg. When we left I found out that my mom was crying too, and being surrounded by emotional females, J had no choice but to tear up himself.
We left, and in celebration of finding that there indeed was a person growing inside me, we bought furntiture for the baby room. :)
In other news, I managed to get sick AGAIN this week. This time it was a sore throat that evolved into a nasty cough. I am feeling a lot better, although I don't sound like I am quite yet.
Also, I am shooting a wedding this weekend. (yes, that's right) A friend's brother is getting married and they were in need of a photographer. They were referred to me oddly enough, so we'll see how it goes!
Listening to: Can't Go Back Now by The Weepies
Weeks Along: 11
Size of the Baby: Fig-Sized. :)
The appointment went well. J and my mom came along to (hopefully) hear the baby's heartbeat. I was actually a lot more nervous then I let on. All I could think was "what if they don't find it?". One of the drawbacks of the information age is all the bad stories you hear. Plenty of which involve women who didn't know anything was wrong until this visit. And then they find out the pregnancy isn't viable.
So I laid on the table, trying to breathe, listening to the sloshy sounds of my own blood flowing. I closed my eyes as the midwife poked around with the Doppler, trying to find something.
And then there it was. Much faster than the sleepy sounds from my own body, and much clearer. There really is a baby in there!
The relief in knowing he or she was there made me tear up and I could feel my lip quivering a little. I didn't look at my mom or anyone, but I felt J put his hand on my leg. When we left I found out that my mom was crying too, and being surrounded by emotional females, J had no choice but to tear up himself.
We left, and in celebration of finding that there indeed was a person growing inside me, we bought furntiture for the baby room. :)
In other news, I managed to get sick AGAIN this week. This time it was a sore throat that evolved into a nasty cough. I am feeling a lot better, although I don't sound like I am quite yet.
Also, I am shooting a wedding this weekend. (yes, that's right) A friend's brother is getting married and they were in need of a photographer. They were referred to me oddly enough, so we'll see how it goes!
Listening to: Can't Go Back Now by The Weepies
Weeks Along: 11
Size of the Baby: Fig-Sized. :)
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Appointment Today
I haven't written much - mostly because for now, every entry will sound the same.
Got up to pee several times in the evening, making sleep oh so elusive.
Woke up around 5 am feeling like I might die. Drank a glass of milk in hopes of calming my stomach enough to go back to sleep for a few hours.
Get back up for work and sit in front of my computer partially dazed, trying to figure out what to eat. Most things make me feel more nauseous at the thought of them, so the main staples have been Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches, and cottage cheese (either with fruit, or salt pepper and hot sauce).
I am no longer in love with hamburgers, which may have something to do with getting a whiff of raw ground beef when Jaycel made them last week.
I haven't been cooking, mostly due to the aforementioned "can't stand the smell of raw meat" fun.
Other than the nausea, I feel pretty good. I haven't really gained weight, at least according to the scale. I can tell when I put certain clothing on that I have changed shape, but the scale isn't moving much.
Today is my first appointment since 5 weeks. Today they will pull out the doppler and will try to listen to the heartbeat. I am looking forward to it since the pregnancy has been pretty surreal so far.
We talk about it like its real - make plans like there will be another person living here eventually, but when nausea is the only sign that there is someONE growing inside you, it doesn't quite feel real yet.
So an update you will all get...later this evening.
Listening to: Riga Girls by The Weepies
Currently Eating: nothing at the moment...there is an empty bowl of pears and cottage cheese next to me
Eagerly Awaiting: this afternoon's appointment
Got up to pee several times in the evening, making sleep oh so elusive.
Woke up around 5 am feeling like I might die. Drank a glass of milk in hopes of calming my stomach enough to go back to sleep for a few hours.
Get back up for work and sit in front of my computer partially dazed, trying to figure out what to eat. Most things make me feel more nauseous at the thought of them, so the main staples have been Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches, and cottage cheese (either with fruit, or salt pepper and hot sauce).
I am no longer in love with hamburgers, which may have something to do with getting a whiff of raw ground beef when Jaycel made them last week.
I haven't been cooking, mostly due to the aforementioned "can't stand the smell of raw meat" fun.
Other than the nausea, I feel pretty good. I haven't really gained weight, at least according to the scale. I can tell when I put certain clothing on that I have changed shape, but the scale isn't moving much.
Today is my first appointment since 5 weeks. Today they will pull out the doppler and will try to listen to the heartbeat. I am looking forward to it since the pregnancy has been pretty surreal so far.
We talk about it like its real - make plans like there will be another person living here eventually, but when nausea is the only sign that there is someONE growing inside you, it doesn't quite feel real yet.
So an update you will all get...later this evening.
Listening to: Riga Girls by The Weepies
Currently Eating: nothing at the moment...there is an empty bowl of pears and cottage cheese next to me
Eagerly Awaiting: this afternoon's appointment
Friday, December 19, 2008
Nyquil, I Miss You
Since Tuesday I have had a horrible cold/flu thing.
I hate having a cold normally. I hate the the stuffy hurting head. I hate not being able to breathe.
But now I can add a hate to the list. I HATE not being able to have Nyquil.
Usually, I rely heavily on its sweet syrupy goodness to knock me out at night, or even help me sleep during the day. And since the invention of Dayquil, I usually spend the entire duration of a cold "under the influence".
This being the first time in a long time I have fought the cold completely au naturel, I am finding that, more than sushi, coffee and wine combined, I am sorely missing my Nyquil.
Today has been the first day of feeling quite a bit better, so at least it seems to be running its course and a good pace.
Also, I still want to eat hamburgers 24/7. I have decided that the next shopping excursion may involve purchasing ground beef and all the fixings for a proper at home burger - somehow that feels much healthier than Checkers, Wendy's and all those other places.
Currently Eating: Cottage Cheese w/Salt, Pepper, Lemon, and Srirachi Hot Sauce.
I hate having a cold normally. I hate the the stuffy hurting head. I hate not being able to breathe.
But now I can add a hate to the list. I HATE not being able to have Nyquil.
Usually, I rely heavily on its sweet syrupy goodness to knock me out at night, or even help me sleep during the day. And since the invention of Dayquil, I usually spend the entire duration of a cold "under the influence".
This being the first time in a long time I have fought the cold completely au naturel, I am finding that, more than sushi, coffee and wine combined, I am sorely missing my Nyquil.
Today has been the first day of feeling quite a bit better, so at least it seems to be running its course and a good pace.
Also, I still want to eat hamburgers 24/7. I have decided that the next shopping excursion may involve purchasing ground beef and all the fixings for a proper at home burger - somehow that feels much healthier than Checkers, Wendy's and all those other places.
Currently Eating: Cottage Cheese w/Salt, Pepper, Lemon, and Srirachi Hot Sauce.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Blurg
Over the past several days, I have had oh-so-fun bouts of nausea. Nothing severe, just uncomfortable enough to be an annoyance and make eating slightly less enjoyable.
Last night, or more accurately 3 o'clock this morning, I was awakened by a more than uncomfortable queasiness. I could no longer lay down without feeling like I was going to be truly sick, so I dragged myself out to the living room. I weakly grabbed a ginger ale and pack of saltines, huddled under a blanket on the couch, and put in a DVD hoping that after a light snack the stomach would settle and I could go back to bed.
Three hours and a third of the second season of Arrested Development later, I finally managed to be at a point where the level of tired outweighed the level of nausea and crawled back in bed.
An hour and a half later, I woke again and sat in front of my computer finishing the ginger ale from last night, still nauseous and not wanting to eat anything.
Fortunately, Jaycel made me eggs and toast (which smelled awful - through no fault of his own) which I choked down, thinking "can't starve the baby" every time I wanted to throw the plate out of my sight.
The joys of eating.
Hopefully my grilled cheese and tomato soup will be slightly less repulsive.
Last night, or more accurately 3 o'clock this morning, I was awakened by a more than uncomfortable queasiness. I could no longer lay down without feeling like I was going to be truly sick, so I dragged myself out to the living room. I weakly grabbed a ginger ale and pack of saltines, huddled under a blanket on the couch, and put in a DVD hoping that after a light snack the stomach would settle and I could go back to bed.
Three hours and a third of the second season of Arrested Development later, I finally managed to be at a point where the level of tired outweighed the level of nausea and crawled back in bed.
An hour and a half later, I woke again and sat in front of my computer finishing the ginger ale from last night, still nauseous and not wanting to eat anything.
Fortunately, Jaycel made me eggs and toast (which smelled awful - through no fault of his own) which I choked down, thinking "can't starve the baby" every time I wanted to throw the plate out of my sight.
The joys of eating.
Hopefully my grilled cheese and tomato soup will be slightly less repulsive.
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