Back to the doc today. I was anxious to hear Little Guacamole’s heartbeat after being sick and having to take OTC meds. (I’ve been calling the baby “Guacamole” all week since the What To Expect iPhone app says it’s the size of an avocado this week.) When the doctor put the sound thing on my belly last time we heard the heart immediately.
This time not so much. We heard all these weird noises. Not the little “thump, thump” I need as an expectant mother! Where’s my thump?!
“Wow, it’s moving so much, I have to wait for it to calm down to hear the heart,” the doctor said. She waited a moment and we heard the thumps I needed to hear.
Whew! Thank you Guacamole for cooperation. If you keep that up we’ll give you a better name, we promise.
Let’s hope our kid is a little cuter.
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I woke up early for work. Shoot me. I was super cranky and really tired. I just can’t let myself sleep for only 6 or 7 hours. It’s gotta be 9 or 10 these days. But, I had a good outlook for the rest of the day when I found my first Mother’s Day card on my work bag. Greyson gave me a sweet “Mothers Day to-be” card and it promised a massage and $200 towards maternity clothes. A great start to my Unofficial Mother’s Day.
After work Myself, Greyson, Julie, Kevin, Jeff, and my step-sister Tahlia took Mom to dinner. (I don’t believe I’ve introduced you to Tahlia. She is an awesome sister addition. I love her.) Julie surprised me with my first maternity top. (It doesn’t really fit yet, but I imagine it will soon.) We took a long time eating and talking. We doted on Mom with gifts and cards.
Us at Mom’s wedding 06-20-09. (Tahlia is the red head.)
My Mom always wore White Linen perfume by Estee Lauder. They say smell is the sense most tied to memory. I truly believe that as I can walk in a department store to this day and smell my mother when I was a child. She wears that sometimes now, but something else more often. She doesn’t smell as good these days. (Please see “Beagle” post from March 17.) She took no offense to me moving to the opposite side of the table from her.
Earlier in the week Mom and I were on the phone. I was telling her how I’m not really showing, I just have two pairs of pants that are kind of tight. She said she had started wearing maternity clothes around 15 weeks. We both agreed life was better in the second trimester. While my mom has always told me about being pregnant with me and Julie, it was a different to share my own experiences. It’s like I’m graduating into some exclusive “Mama Club” I’ve never been in before, a whole new level of relationship with my mom.
Happy Mother’s Day Mama! I love you!
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I’m home sick today. I’m 15 weeks today. Greyson has had a cold/sinus/throat thing. I couldn’t sleep. I woke up stuffy, sneezy, runny, yucky and Doc. (He he! Did you get my little joke there? Maybe it’s only funny to me. There is a lot of snot in my head.)
I have learned pregnant chicks can only take the old school Sudafed which keeps me awake. (In NC you have to buy products with Pseudoephedrine from behind the pharmacy counter because people make meth with it. Just a side note.) I don’t want to eat much. This cold has killed the Appetite Fairy. I can’t sleep. Blah! (Okay, my complaining is done.)
Halloween ’09 as “The Swine Flu”. That’s about how we’ve felt the last few days.
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So someone on Facebook wrote on my wall “Tell Greyson I said ‘Good Work!'” Excuse me?! Good work that his sperm got me knocked up? Good work that he’s “Man enough”. I found this stupid and offensive. I replied that I’d pass on the message but that he wasn’t doing any work here.
That’s not to say that he’s not preparing for the baby as well. He is, and I’m grateful for that.
But it’s comments like that that rub me the wrong way. It’s not the 1950’s. I don’t think this high school friend of my sister meant any offense. But it was just stupid. I deleted the comment the next day after he got my response.
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The appetite fairy has come! She came today bearing fruitful gifts. (Literally) She encouraged me to pack a lunch of snacks to graze on during long meetings.
Okay, who am I kidding. It was a cooler. The cooler we used to pack with Miller Lite into concerts and NASCAR races. (Ooohh! Miller Lite! I miss it! I digress.)
It looked like I was carrying an organ for transplant. But, it was filled with a sandwich, salad, fruit, string cheese, yogurt, almonds etc. I’m finding I need to graze all day on little things so I don’t get too hungry.
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