Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
IT'S A GIRL!
Today was our big U/S.All was well. Everything looked good and the heartbeat is strong. The only thing they were not able to assess was HER lips (full assessment for cleft palate, etc). For some reason that has been one of my irrational fears for a few months now. It isn't in my family or my husband's. And it is something that is easily corrected too, so I am just going to lay off the worry for a bit. I dreaded going in and finding out something horrible today.
It was wonderful. As the title suggests, it is a girl. We are fairly certain on names, but I am waiting to confirm because at least now that we know the gender my husband won't get annoyed at my endless discussion of names.
My husband was so cute. He had been kind of thinking about a boy. We both, of course, just wanted a healthy baby, but I think it is only natural to think of your first child as your own gender. I told him he could take the little girl fishing and teach her math and science all he wants. He said as we walked away - "You know they alway say 'Daddy's Little Girl' and 'Momma's Boy' so I think I just might get the better end of this deal." :)
We are thrilled. Healthy baby, 20 weeks, half way there! The time has NOT flown for me. Maybe it will from now on, but every week has seemed slow. I will take a belly pick this weekend.
TTFN!
Saturday, July 26, 2008
peace for a few weeks..and the great doggie lockdown
The doctors appt went well. My husband went with me.
I gained three pounds, that makes five total. The doctor was very happy with that number so far.
My blood pressure was good.
He found a good strong heartbeat (156 - 158) very easily with the doppler.
I will sleep a little more peaceful for at least a few more weeks.
Our next appointment and the big ultrasound is August 22nd.
This morning I went to take the dogs to get groomed. I realized I needed to move the car behind my car. I put the dogs in the car and ran into the house to ask my sister to move the car. When I went back out to the car the dogs had jumped to the front passenger seat where I had put the keys. One of them inadvertantly stepped on the remote lock clicker on the seat.
Ugh. What a way to start the morning!
I searched around for the extra keys, but unfortunately we could not find them (my husband never put his copy on his keychain).
We called a locksmith ASAP. It was 9:15am. They said it would be 20 to 30 minutes. After 15 minutes they had text messaged me saying there was a locksmith assigned. I waited patiently until after 10am. When they did not show up, I called the company again. They said the locksmith was on his way and would be calling me shortly. I waited 10 minutes, then called again. This time they actually got the locksmith to call me. He was over 45 minutes away (he seemed to think it would only take 25 minutes from an area I know is much farther) and he did not have the correct address. Nor did he seem to be able to take directions, he just wanted the address to put into a GPS. Our address is in a newer subdivision and cannot be found on GPS systems usually.
I was getting very, very frustrated at this time. I called to talk to the manager of the company because I wanted to know why it was taking over an hour and 15 minutes to get to our house and why they waited 45 minutes before even calling a locksmith.
I was so worried about the dogs. We thought we would have to break a window if they weren't there very soon. The car was in the garage, so it wasn't in direct sun, but it was getting pretty hot.
As I proceeded to call the manager back one more time I heard my husband yell from the garage.
We had been trying to get the dogs to step on the clicker again. They finally did, and luckily he was right there to open the door.
Needless to say, we made two duplicate keys today.
I can't believe July is almost over!
Happy second half of the summer everyone!
Thanks for all your well wishes.
I gained three pounds, that makes five total. The doctor was very happy with that number so far.
My blood pressure was good.
He found a good strong heartbeat (156 - 158) very easily with the doppler.
I will sleep a little more peaceful for at least a few more weeks.
Our next appointment and the big ultrasound is August 22nd.
This morning I went to take the dogs to get groomed. I realized I needed to move the car behind my car. I put the dogs in the car and ran into the house to ask my sister to move the car. When I went back out to the car the dogs had jumped to the front passenger seat where I had put the keys. One of them inadvertantly stepped on the remote lock clicker on the seat.
Ugh. What a way to start the morning!
I searched around for the extra keys, but unfortunately we could not find them (my husband never put his copy on his keychain).
We called a locksmith ASAP. It was 9:15am. They said it would be 20 to 30 minutes. After 15 minutes they had text messaged me saying there was a locksmith assigned. I waited patiently until after 10am. When they did not show up, I called the company again. They said the locksmith was on his way and would be calling me shortly. I waited 10 minutes, then called again. This time they actually got the locksmith to call me. He was over 45 minutes away (he seemed to think it would only take 25 minutes from an area I know is much farther) and he did not have the correct address. Nor did he seem to be able to take directions, he just wanted the address to put into a GPS. Our address is in a newer subdivision and cannot be found on GPS systems usually.
I was getting very, very frustrated at this time. I called to talk to the manager of the company because I wanted to know why it was taking over an hour and 15 minutes to get to our house and why they waited 45 minutes before even calling a locksmith.
I was so worried about the dogs. We thought we would have to break a window if they weren't there very soon. The car was in the garage, so it wasn't in direct sun, but it was getting pretty hot.
As I proceeded to call the manager back one more time I heard my husband yell from the garage.
We had been trying to get the dogs to step on the clicker again. They finally did, and luckily he was right there to open the door.
Needless to say, we made two duplicate keys today.
I can't believe July is almost over!
Happy second half of the summer everyone!
Thanks for all your well wishes.
Monday, July 21, 2008
lack there of
I know they say the second trimester is the the honeymoon time of pregnancy. I know that it isn't a big deal to loose some symptoms.
That is what they say....
I know that symptoms or the lack there of is normal for 16 weeks.
But I still worry.
My lower belly has expanded a little bit, but not too much. I have a lot of belly there already, so it isn't noticeable.
I still get up a few times a night to pee and sleeping on my stomach is not really an option - because I feel the little bubble there - but I don't really feel like much is going on.
I have no bleeding. I have no cramping.
I worry...worry...worry.
I have a dr appt on friday. I wish it was friday.
No help from the doppler yet...of course it isn't a good one that should work....
If I lay a certain way on my back I can feel the tightness in a certain spot...ugh this waiting is hard. I don't mean to complain, I just always fear the worst.
I worry about making it to term. I worry about having a healthy baby if we do make it to term.
I just needed to let it out.
That is what they say....
I know that symptoms or the lack there of is normal for 16 weeks.
But I still worry.
My lower belly has expanded a little bit, but not too much. I have a lot of belly there already, so it isn't noticeable.
I still get up a few times a night to pee and sleeping on my stomach is not really an option - because I feel the little bubble there - but I don't really feel like much is going on.
I have no bleeding. I have no cramping.
I worry...worry...worry.
I have a dr appt on friday. I wish it was friday.
No help from the doppler yet...of course it isn't a good one that should work....
If I lay a certain way on my back I can feel the tightness in a certain spot...ugh this waiting is hard. I don't mean to complain, I just always fear the worst.
I worry about making it to term. I worry about having a healthy baby if we do make it to term.
I just needed to let it out.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
Lullabies
I am a singer.
I don't do it publicly these days as much as I have in the past. Still, I cannot deny an essential part of my being.
My parents tell me that when I was three they could use the record player as a babysitter if they wanted to. I would listen to my Annie LP over and over again.
When I was five I started voice lessons. I was carted to various talent shows and performed in front of hundreds and sometimes thousands of people. If there was a festival, a school music program, a county fair - I was there in my latest dress siging 'Tommorow', 'Somewhere Over the Rainbow', some Cabbage Patch song, or the latest song appropriate for a child
As I got older, I still performed in competitions. I also sang on an album recorded in Nashville, Tennessee.
I know there was a path I could have taken. My life would have been extremely different. I applied to Belmont University thinking about majoring in Music Business.
I ended up not doing that. I choose to study math at a small private college closer to home. I specifically didn't choose music becuase I wanted to make sure that what I was doing was for myself and not becuase it was what I had always done.
By my sophomore year in college I added a double major in Music. The whole experience with music in college was broadening and wonderful. I felt like I grew as a musician ten fold.
Once I graduated - I didn't see much opportunity to use music and make a living. I spend my days in an office - using the problem solving and critical thinking skills that I developed during all those math and liberal arts courses. I love my job, but I do miss music.
I know there are ways to supplement my needs. I was in a rock band for a few years with my sister. That was awesome, but time consuming. Once I got married I couldn't see playing gigs at bars every weekend.
I know I need to sing at church. I love singing at church. It is a time when I feel like 'this is what I am supposed to be doing - what I was made for' feeling. The catholic liturgy is beautiful, and when I am at church and not involved with the music I feel sort of like I am undercover. I am supposed to be leading the others from the choir loft or the cantor stand...not from the back pew.
I will be taking action on the church issues. I know that. We have been sort of wandering in search of our own parish for a while. We thought we found one, and my husband went through RCIA there, but now the priest we got to know has been moved to another parish and he mentioned to us that a different parish is building a brand new church five minutes from our house. The parish we have been attending is over thirty minutes from our house - which is fine, but closer is more convenient (especially with gas prices so high) and seems like we would be more apt to take part in more activities (such as the choir).
So what is the point with all this and how does it relate to our current state of infertility/fertility/pregnancy?
Lullabies.
I can't wait to sing with my child. To sing my child to sleep. To hold the baby close and find out the songs it likes the most.
I wonder at what point in this pregnancy will the baby start to recognize when I am signing in the car. I hope it is soothing to the baby.
I know I said a lot for a very small point. I just felt like expressing - so please excuse the long-winded post.
Have a great day.
I don't do it publicly these days as much as I have in the past. Still, I cannot deny an essential part of my being.
My parents tell me that when I was three they could use the record player as a babysitter if they wanted to. I would listen to my Annie LP over and over again.
When I was five I started voice lessons. I was carted to various talent shows and performed in front of hundreds and sometimes thousands of people. If there was a festival, a school music program, a county fair - I was there in my latest dress siging 'Tommorow', 'Somewhere Over the Rainbow', some Cabbage Patch song, or the latest song appropriate for a child
As I got older, I still performed in competitions. I also sang on an album recorded in Nashville, Tennessee.
I know there was a path I could have taken. My life would have been extremely different. I applied to Belmont University thinking about majoring in Music Business.
I ended up not doing that. I choose to study math at a small private college closer to home. I specifically didn't choose music becuase I wanted to make sure that what I was doing was for myself and not becuase it was what I had always done.
By my sophomore year in college I added a double major in Music. The whole experience with music in college was broadening and wonderful. I felt like I grew as a musician ten fold.
Once I graduated - I didn't see much opportunity to use music and make a living. I spend my days in an office - using the problem solving and critical thinking skills that I developed during all those math and liberal arts courses. I love my job, but I do miss music.
I know there are ways to supplement my needs. I was in a rock band for a few years with my sister. That was awesome, but time consuming. Once I got married I couldn't see playing gigs at bars every weekend.
I know I need to sing at church. I love singing at church. It is a time when I feel like 'this is what I am supposed to be doing - what I was made for' feeling. The catholic liturgy is beautiful, and when I am at church and not involved with the music I feel sort of like I am undercover. I am supposed to be leading the others from the choir loft or the cantor stand...not from the back pew.
I will be taking action on the church issues. I know that. We have been sort of wandering in search of our own parish for a while. We thought we found one, and my husband went through RCIA there, but now the priest we got to know has been moved to another parish and he mentioned to us that a different parish is building a brand new church five minutes from our house. The parish we have been attending is over thirty minutes from our house - which is fine, but closer is more convenient (especially with gas prices so high) and seems like we would be more apt to take part in more activities (such as the choir).
So what is the point with all this and how does it relate to our current state of infertility/fertility/pregnancy?
Lullabies.
I can't wait to sing with my child. To sing my child to sleep. To hold the baby close and find out the songs it likes the most.
I wonder at what point in this pregnancy will the baby start to recognize when I am signing in the car. I hope it is soothing to the baby.
I know I said a lot for a very small point. I just felt like expressing - so please excuse the long-winded post.
Have a great day.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Turpentine
"Turpentine"
Brandi Carlile
I watch you grow away from me in photographs
And memories like spies
And salt betrays my eyes again
I started losing sleep and gaining weight
And wishing I was was ten again
So I could be your friend again
These days we go to waste like wine
That's turned to turpentine
It's six AM and I'm all messed up
I didn't maen to waste your time
So I'll fall back in line
But I'm warning you we're growing up
I heard you found some pretty words to say
You found your little game to play
and there's no one allowed in
Then just when we believe we could be great
Reality it permeates
And conquers from within again
These days we go to waste like wine
That's turned to turpentine
It's six AM and I'm all messed up
I didn't maen to waste your time
So I'll fall back in line
But I'm warning you we're growing up
We're OK I know we're OK
These days we go to waste like wine
That's turned to turpentine
It's six AM and I'm all messed up
I didn't maen to waste your time
So I'll fall back in line
But I'm warning you we're growing up
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