Sorry for the lack of posts. Blame Daddy P. I've been in New Orleans! I attended a conference with my BFF for the past few days, so it wasn't all fun and games. Learned a lot. Ate some disappointingly not so yummy food. The good news is that my appetite is getting way better. As I type Daddy P is eating soup that last week would have made me puke, but this week is only minorly nauseating. And, my energy is starting to increase a teeny bit. Yay week 11! I love you, week 11! But, the bad news is that yesterday while sitting at a sports bar, watching UT suck butt and give it all up to Memphis, I had my purse stolen. So if you want to call me, call Daddy P.
We met with Liza CNM today for our second visit. After an exhaustive listing of any diseases and genetic problems that we knew about, and checking the good ole weight, we met with Liza. She said I'm anemic (yay) despite the amount of spinach and red meat I consume AND the vitamins I've been taking for four months. I am to eat more red meat and spinach. I won't complain about it too much. What else... we decided to forgo any genetic testing and just wait and see what the universe has planned for us in October. We also found out my uterus is tilted (runs in the family), so Liza was a little worried because she couldn't figure out how big it actually was...
(to be continued tomorrow)
Monday, March 31, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
bah humbug
Day 1 of week 10. Yay! The baby is an inch long, so says my book (thanks, Carolyn!). With eyelids, fingers, toes, and gonads in the works!
Add a cold to a pregnant woman and you get even more finickiness and complaining than before (which, in my case, is quite an accomplishment). So, if you talk to Daddy P or see him, give him lots of props for being the most amazing husband in the world. Because, he is, and to remain so even with a pregnant and sick wife it is all the more impressive. I came home on Thursday to an immaculate home with yellow tulips on the counter. And that was before he even knew I was sick! I feel so tired, and self-involved in my own nausea that I am constantly amazed by this man who goes above and beyond for me, even in my crabbiest and crankiest of states.
What I was hoping to be a weekend of finally being out in the sun (the cold sun, albeit, but sun) has turned into a weekend of huddling on the couch over a humidifier with my bottle of Tylenol firmly in my grasp. This experience (sans cold medicine) has made me realize how much I love Nyquil and Sudafed. I miss you, drugs! And you, too, Aleve! Daddy P made chocolate chip cookies for me (chicken noodle soup sounds positively disgusting right now) and they seem to be a decent cold comfort (maybe not remedy though). More later when I am less grouchy. Well, that could be a while. More later when my cold is gone...
Add a cold to a pregnant woman and you get even more finickiness and complaining than before (which, in my case, is quite an accomplishment). So, if you talk to Daddy P or see him, give him lots of props for being the most amazing husband in the world. Because, he is, and to remain so even with a pregnant and sick wife it is all the more impressive. I came home on Thursday to an immaculate home with yellow tulips on the counter. And that was before he even knew I was sick! I feel so tired, and self-involved in my own nausea that I am constantly amazed by this man who goes above and beyond for me, even in my crabbiest and crankiest of states.
What I was hoping to be a weekend of finally being out in the sun (the cold sun, albeit, but sun) has turned into a weekend of huddling on the couch over a humidifier with my bottle of Tylenol firmly in my grasp. This experience (sans cold medicine) has made me realize how much I love Nyquil and Sudafed. I miss you, drugs! And you, too, Aleve! Daddy P made chocolate chip cookies for me (chicken noodle soup sounds positively disgusting right now) and they seem to be a decent cold comfort (maybe not remedy though). More later when I am less grouchy. Well, that could be a while. More later when my cold is gone...
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
The Cruelty of NoCoffeeNoBeer
My poor wife. I don't understand it, but she can sleep for 10 hours in a night, and still be completely exhausted. Whoever decided that pregnant women should be constantly fatigued AND suffer from insomnia was just cruel. For you medically inclined people out there, if you can show that having a cup of joe in the morning doesn't pose a threat to a fetus, you would have my eternal gratitude.
By the way, our fetus's name is now Cletus. Cletus the fetus. Thanks to all those who voted. Thanks a lot. I'm sure that S's psychology knowledge just became more useful.
By the way, our fetus's name is now Cletus. Cletus the fetus. Thanks to all those who voted. Thanks a lot. I'm sure that S's psychology knowledge just became more useful.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
A homemade day
I guess all that great weekend sleep caught up with me, giving me some energy to cook. Since food seems to be the focus of this blog, why not keep it that way... We had crepes and fried bananas for breakfast. I made Irish Soda Bread in honor of St. Paddy's day tomorrow. And Daddy P, with a teeny bit of prodding, made us some homemade butter! (Credit to Crunchy.) Yum!! Seriously, all it takes is some good (organic) cream, and a mason jar (or empty glass jar), and a lot of arm.
About 15 minutes later you have butter!
And so yummy... Top that off with steaks, artichokes, and corn, and dinner was better than any meal we've had out in Connecticut!
About 15 minutes later you have butter!
And so yummy... Top that off with steaks, artichokes, and corn, and dinner was better than any meal we've had out in Connecticut!
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Yeah, pregnant.
Go to work, go to meetings, the day as a continual yawn.
Food today: cereal with milk, a milkshake.
A call to Daddy P to make an emergency grocery shopping list.
It went something like this: "I can't eat anything and I'm starving."
"What do you want me to get for dinner?"
"I don't know. Nothing sounds good."
"Nothing?"
"Uh, cheese?"
"Okay..."
"Meat sounds really gross."
"No meat?!"
"Black bean tacos?"
My lovely, kind, generous husband planned the following meals for us (if you think these aren't meals, reserve your judgement): black bean tacos, macaroni and cheese, and broccoli cheese casserole.
Dairy's doing good things for me so far. This baby's going to have the strongest freaking bones. And it had been a long time since I'd had a milkshake...
Food today: cereal with milk, a milkshake.
A call to Daddy P to make an emergency grocery shopping list.
It went something like this: "I can't eat anything and I'm starving."
"What do you want me to get for dinner?"
"I don't know. Nothing sounds good."
"Nothing?"
"Uh, cheese?"
"Okay..."
"Meat sounds really gross."
"No meat?!"
"Black bean tacos?"
My lovely, kind, generous husband planned the following meals for us (if you think these aren't meals, reserve your judgement): black bean tacos, macaroni and cheese, and broccoli cheese casserole.
Dairy's doing good things for me so far. This baby's going to have the strongest freaking bones. And it had been a long time since I'd had a milkshake...
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