Two Turkeys In The Oven

Got lots of packing done today for the move next month. (Fyi: Sofie or Hud you are moving!) Despite feeling super bad the past few days today I felt pretty good and extra productive. I have had a pesky little headache on and off all day but that and running out of packing tape oh and trying to use a drill have been my only real challenges. I even had a successful trip to the grocery store today. That is huge!! I wasn't walking around the store gagging, I didn't have to hold my breath, and I didn't get sick at all. I think one of the reasons is that this particular grocery store isn't quite as fragrant as most so the lack of smell def. helps with the queasiness. Tomorrow my Dad and Will are going to paint the baby's room (since I can't be around paint or I'd gladly participate). I picked out a color called 'malted milk'. Very creamy with some yellow and chocolate undertones. Very neutral. We also found some vinyl appliques of these super cool owls for the nursery as well. Anyway paint now furnish and decorate in another couple of months.

I didn't post yesterday - I totally forgot.  That's it.

Tuesday night I didn't sleep well at all...I couldn't stop thinking about my blood work and all the answers I didn't have yet.  I woke up every hour throughout the night, and at 4:15am I was wide awake.  Now, I had to get up at 5am to be at a health fair at 6am- early bird start to the work day...fun!  So, while I am awake at 4:15am my mind will not stop and then here come the tears.  I mean uncontrollable "Steel Magnolias" or "Beaches" tears.  Then I started getting mad because it was 5am an I couldn't stop crying!  What is my problem?!  Oh, this is the crying I've read about.  Well, at least it happened at home instead of at the grocery store because they were out of my favorite chocolate milk (no, that hasn't really happened, I promise!)  I finally got it together and I was good the rest of the day, especially after my nap from 4:30pm-7pm.  So, that was my first crying spell.

The next first, is my first obsessive pregnancy craving - Chick-n-Minis!  These little bites of heaven are so good and I could not wait to get them Wednesday morning.  Oh, they were delish!  Then I woke up this morning and at 6:30am while in the shower I am overcome by thoughts of Chick-n-Minis...gotta have them!  I managed to suppress the thoughts until later and I had my smoothie, went to work, and made a trip to Chic-Fil-A around 10am for the mini fix.  Really, they should serve them all day.  We'll see if this continues tomorrow...

Got my hair cut. I had almost 5 inches cut off! Due to the prenatal vitamins my hair is growing super quick. I just had 2 inches cut off the weekend bf easter. Anyway i knew my hair was starting to get extra long and thick but the last thing i felt like doing after work or on a day off was getting my hair did. It wasnt until will started calling me mufasa that i realized just how bad it was! It looks super cute and feels so much better:)

So today we had our 12 week appointment at the ob office. The visit went really, really well. They did the ultrasound which was super neat because the baby is getting bigger so you can actually see what's what and the baby was so active. Now we are actually able to make out features - you can see the baby's profile and when he was waving his hands wildly you could see five little fingers. This was Will's first visit with me and he was really amazed at how much you could see from the ultrasound. In previous visits I called him to let him hear the heartbeat but this was the total experience. It was funny because the baby kept moving his hands and legs and raring his head back and Will turned to me and said "Can you feel that?"Anyway it was awesome. Also, they did the test for down's syndrome where they measure the thickness of the baby's neck, and look at the placement of the baby's hands ( I can't remember the correct name of the test - I'm delirious) and it was negative. The doctor said the baby looked healthy and normal. Fantastic news!! Thanks for all the prayers. God is good!I was really nervous - I even broke out in hives while they were checking all of these things out. They did my exam and blood work today as well. I will go back in 4 weeks - at 16 weeks for my next visit. Then at 20 weeks we will be able to find out the sex of the baby! Only 8 more weeks! Anyway, I am so thrilled. I don't think things have really sunk in before this visit. I guess I really wanted to get through the first trimester before I let myself get excited. I was driving back to work after the doctor's visit and I thought 'Oh my God I'm having a baby!!'

Today I got a call to schedule my appointment with the specialist that will do further testing for the toxoplasmosis.  Everyone keeps telling me not to worry, but how can I not worry when I don't have definite answers about this?  Although they say the risk is low, I am still being referred to a specialist for further testing, including genetic testing.  So as a mom-to-be, it is only natural to be concerned.  I have to wait until May 5th to see the doctor...its gonna be a long 7 days.

So, so tired today! Peanut butter & jelly then going upstairs 2 bed.

It's Monday.
Today sucked.
I'm pregnant.
Tomorrow will be better.
I'm done.

So today has thankfully been a much better day. I only threw up a few times mid day - which was easy breezy because I was at work and could rinse out my mouth, get myself together and go on about my day. What I've found over the past few weeks is that when you are steady throwing up in a parking lot you get no sympathy only extra dirty looks from bypassers. The worst is when you get sick on a weekend morning - you've pulled over to ensure you don't puke in your car or on your self and you get to a nice safe parking lot, you look at the clock .. yay still plenty of time to be at work, open the door, and then sweet relief (kinda). As you continue to yack your guts up all these peeps are totally staring and judging. They must totally think I've drank too much the night before and I'm either half drunk and can't handle my liquor or hungover. I mean yesterday morning I'm on the way to work and had to pull over to do my thang ( I guess some of the peeps on the road were coming to and from church and being all self righteous ) because you should have seen the looks I got. They were worse than usual. Plus these days a good shower and clean clothes is all I've got in the morning so the no makeup, comb dragged through wet hair look probably does look a bit ride of shame-ish (minus the smeared mascara). No baby bump for people to think 'Aw she's pregnant. Poor think'. Instead it's 'yeah she went out and was a little over served last night or maybe she has rubella.' Anyway today I celebrate the fact that a van full of peeps didn't stop to gawk at me in one of my most miserable, humiliating moments. Yay!! For this fine occasion we got take out pizza tonight from a new little Italian place in town. It was so so good!! Also it's the first time in a couple of days that something real and solid sounded like a good idea. We'll see if it really was. Trashcan and tums are by the bed just in case.

Today i've thrown up 7x's, have gagged and dry heaved 2 many x's 2 count and have had waves of nausea like u wouldnt believe. After a warm bath i'm taking it 2 bed with a bowl of oatmeal, a lemon lime gatorade, and a good book.

I have realized that my weekends require an afternoon power nap. Then I can really get things done!  Seriously, there should be some laws that allow pregnant women to take daily naps...my weeks would be so different!  Brian is great about helping with the house, but I have zero energy during the week to to anything but work, workout, eat, and grow a baby.  Housework? Monday-Friday? No way! Anyways, we got a lot of regular stuff done this weekend - groceries for the week, laundry done, bathrooms clean, floors clean, kitchen clean...ahhh, it feels nice.

Now, let the nesting begin...

We have to get the office (aka: junk, storage, ultimate mess room) ready to be converted into the nursery.  Step one is me moving back into my main closet.  Needless to say, trying to organize clothes and decide what looks good is not high on the list self-esteem right now.  I have a while before I outgrow everything, but that snug feeling is never good.  The only exciting snug feeling is when I try on a shirt from last summer and "the girls" are looking good!  Hopefully, I will get the clothes moved throughout the week, little-by-little, and then next weekend we can really attack the rest of the mess. 

Oh yeah, we are officially a fetus today!

Apologies to the other Turkey for not blogging for two days. I totally suck for that. And while I have an array of legitimate excuses (like a migraine, a bad dsl modem, ect) I'll totally save it. I vow to try my very very best to write on this blog daily no matter what the extenuating circumstances. The past couple of days have been pretty rough. Hopefully within the next week or so as my first trimester comes to a close my all day sickness and tiredness will go on with their bad selves. I wanted to let my boss know about my pregnancy while she was in town on Friday however I needed to let my HR department know first. They didn't get back to me by the time I left work on Friday so obviously I didn't have the opportunity to tell my boss. My work thinks I have the worst stomach virus known to man. I will be back in touch with HR next week and will see my boss again in a few weeks so then I'll break the news ... later than I wanted to but you can't bust out that kinda stuff in a quick phone call. Yeah that gives a whole new definition to booty call.

Today I got a call from the OB and my blood work results were in.  Everything is fine, except I tested positive for toxoplasmosis antibodies.  Basically this means that I was infected within the past 12 months.   I do not have an active infection, but they will probably do more blood work to pinpoint the time period of the infection.  Most likely, it was prior to conception because it takes 2 weeks for the antibodies to show up in testing and I haven't had any symptoms.  During the 1st trimester, there is only a 15% chance that it can be passed to the baby if you have an active infection.  The risks are highest in the 3rd trimester.  Either way, I do not appear to have an active infection, just antibodies present, so they told us not to worry about it.  I have my next doctor visit on May 5th.

Although most people think you get this from cats, don't blame Maestro just yet!  There are lots of other sources too: undercooked meat, cold deli meat, jerky, soft cheeses, unpasteurized milk products,  soil, flies, cockroaches, improperly washed fruits and vegetables, contaminated water, public sandboxes (hello, I live at the beach!).

Brian has been in charge of the litter box since I've been preggers!  Needless to say, I have analyzed everything I could have eaten in the past 10 weeks and I think I am in the clear. I have had med-rare steak a couple times, so I guess its well done from now on. 

Well, Baby Nix must be doing some serious growing the past couple days because my energy is going somewhere far away.  Right now, the baby is the size of a kumquat and by the end of this week we will be out of the embryonic period!  I feel so exhausted and don't feel like doing a damn thing once I get home.  Snack, bath, food, couch, blog, chocolate milk, book, sleep is the nightly ritual this week. 

Actually, today I had to tell myself throughout the day that it wasn't about me...it was about the baby.  I didn't want to eat vegetables and would have been happy eating 3 blueberry muffins for lunch, but I told myself that the baby needed to eat some colors...and I got a yummy organic salad from Tidal Creek and I felt better.  I didn't want to workout at 5:30pm after working all day, but I told myself the baby was depending on me to be healthy so I did my workout and felt better.  So, if I do all the right things throughout the day who cares if the laundry needs to be folded? Or that the plants need to be watered? Or that the dishes are dirty?  Well, I care...but not enough because the baby doesn't need a fluff and fold, perky plants, or a shiny sink...well, not yet.

Today I am exactly 11 weeks!! Per the books (all of the many, many pregnancy books that occupy my nightstand, coffee table, and car) the baby is now the size of a large lime. Again per the books after the 10th week a critical part of the babies development is safely behind you. So you think I wouldn't have freaked out a bit today. Okay so over the past few days my nausea and vomiting had subsided. While of course this is fantastic and I should have been shouting from the rooftops instead it kinda had me worried. You know the lack of my main pregnancy symptom that let me know that my baby was all safe and snugged up in his little temporary home had suddenly disappeared. As awful as the constant feeling of thinking you need to throw up and then preceding to do so multiple times a day is I found comfort in it. To me it meant "your pregnancy is progressing just perfectly". So I guess since I'm a freak and a bit paranoid I had to call everyone I knew who had some knowledge on the subject ( any and all of the peeps in my cellphone who had ever been knocked up and birthed a baby). Lastly I left my ob nurse a message and was assured by her (cause you know i just had to get a profesh opinion - my dear sweet friends/family just didn't quite convince me enough) that luckily for most women these early pregnancy symptoms do indeed subside as you near the end of your first trimester. Okay I felt a little better. Boobs still sore (check), Fatigued (check), eating like I have a tapeworm (check), irritable (check). The list could continue but you get the drift. Well low and behold several hours later I am hit with my most furious bout of nausea and vomiting yet. And let me tell you I was a happy woman!! I've never been so excited to have to throw up in my life!! I felt so relieved. Now don't trick yourself once I am completely and safely through the first trimester I will be thrilled for this sickness to be gone- but for now I'll gladly deal.

I tried to blog from my phone...a really cute pic of our first baby purchase.  I am soooo tired that I was taking the lazy route.  My phone didn't send it right, so maybe tomorrow.

I really wanted to play the baby card today, but I didn't.  Give me a few more months and when I see a clogged toilet at work I just might throw that card.  Really, I can't believe what those women do in the locker room!

I have been very lucky in that I haven't been sick at all...really!  However, my skin has been attacked!  I will take pimples over puking anyday, but seriously, I haven't seen this many zits since I was in 7th grade.  I could teach an astronomy class on my forehead!  And don't let me forget the "repeat offender" that comes-and-goes in the crease of my nose...it has its own zip code and has moved in for the long haul.  Just when I think its gone, it resurfaces.  Arrrgghhh!

Today was my scheduled day off from work for the week. I had such good intentions to get some much needed things taken care of around the house today. I made my little to do list up last night and had it all planned out. And while the road is paved with good intentions my weary baby making body totally won over my well devised attack plan. I did manage to get a thing or two done but most of my day was spent napping, reading, and anything else that involved me sitting on the couch and propping up my feetsies. I did make a delicious banana bread and dinner for my man. Two things that were not even on my list thank you very much! Making dinner and especially baking have not been on the top of my priority list lately. I forgot how much I enjoyed it. It totally makes me want to twirl around the kitchen in a really cool apron and high heels. Instead I jammed out to Dave Matthews in sweats and prayed to the gods for the skies to open up and a Sprite to fall into my hands or at least onto the kitchen counter. When it didn't happened I finally took my tail to the grocery store to satiate my craving for the taste of lemon lime and a gallon of milk. Tomorrow back to the grind...

Here I am starting the blog and starting week 10 of my pregnancy!  This was actually my big bro's idea for Stef and I to do this, but I think its a great idea and will be interesting as we start this journey of parenthood.  Our goal is to post something everyday...now "something" might just be sentence, a pic, or it might be something more.  The good thing is that I can blog from my phone, so that will make a daily post a lot easier.  My rules for this blog are to be honest (good, bad, hormonal), spontaneous (at times),  and entertaining (I hope).

So today I am 10 weeks and 5 days along in my pregnancy. The past few weeks have been quite trying and a bit miserable for me. For me the nausea is the worst of all my many symptoms. I haven't thrown up so much in my car since I was in my early twenties. I am extra sleepy all of the time. I mean I could sleep for hours even days at a time if left to my own devices. I would also spend my waking hours in an "as hot as is healthy for the baby" temperature bubble bath while eating shells and cheese and drinking sprite. My poor animals and sometimes my husband think I'm possessed - and I am - with a precious new life! My real clothes hardly fit. I am so snugged up in them it's not funny. While only a handful of peeps are aware of my pregnant status the rest of the world just thinks I'm making too many Krispy Kreme runs (while some weeks this may be true especially when that Hot and Now sign is shining brightly) now it's so not! But I'm getting all these "Chunky D" looks! Lately I have this little playground ditty stuck in my head. Sing along if you wish "My back hurts, my bras too tight, my boody shakes from left to right. My Mamma says my pants too tight. My boyfriend says they fit just right" Ok but