Week 31

Baby Gaga:

Your not-so-little-one is just a bit closer to their birth weight and height at around 4 pounds and 17 inches. With each added layer of baby fat, your baby’s skin starts to look more and more like it will when they finally get to see the light of day. The heavy news: you can expect your miracle-gro muffin to gain about a half a pound of weight per week from now until about two weeks before birth. Great. That’s just what you needed. Even more weight to carry around!

Your baby’s still-developing immune system has gained substantial strength over the past few weeks getting them in full gear to face our disease-ridden world o’ wonders. Obviously, a large majority of your child’s immune strength will be derived from exposure to breast milk as well as the outside elements. Their cute little noggin’ (which could already be covered with luscious locks or just purty peach fuzz), is still soft because the skull bones have not yet fused together. As much as that sounds a little too vulnerable, their “skull softness” allows for a much smoother passage through the birth canal during labor—something both you and your little swimmer will appreciate when it’s finally time to “go!” Also, some babies will have that “soft spot” on their head for up to one year after birth.

I’m cruising along nicely.

I had my every-two-week appointment this morning, and things are just fine. I actually lost 4# since the last visit and the doctor was like “Are you eating?”

HA.

HA HA.

Of course I’m eating, I told her. (I wanted to say “You don’t know me that well yet, do you?” but I refrained.) She said I might have just been retaining water the last time.

My blood pressure, belly growth, and the baby’s heartbeat were all good as well.

Then it was time for all the questions I had. Nothing major, just things that Tom and I had suddenly said “WHAT THE HELL?” about. 😳

Birth classes? She gave me a list of classes at the local hospital. (We are now trying to decide. Unfortunately, there are only two available this far along, an $80 basic course and a $210 specialty course. I have to call to see what the times/dates are to see if either will actually work for us.)

Hospital tour? She said that would be covered in a class, or we could schedule a visit directly with the hospital.

Which hospital? We pretty much knew it would be Beaumont, but she asked which one. Oh, there are two? |-| She works out of both, and said one is more of a teaching hospital so there would be many more people around—and the other would be more private. The more private one is actually closer to us, so we’d probably choose that one anyway. However, if by chance I happen to deliver early early, we’d probably head to the teaching hospital, as she said that one is a BIT more advanced for early births, etc. (although the other hospital would surely be just fine). I asked if we had to pick/register at a hospital ahead of time and she said no—so we could really decide at any time where we wanted to go.

Birth plan? She said I could just tell her what I wanted and she would put it in my file. I said I was easy: Give me drugs, cut me open, do whatever makes it easier/safer for me or the baby. She said that’s how she works anyway—so not really a big need for a birth plan (if you have really specific requests, a birth plan is a necessity).

Breastfeeding consultant? She said there are classes you can take before and after, but there is always someone at the hospital to help with that and it doesn’t necessarily have to be done ahead of time.

Pediatrician referral? She gave me the name of her own pediatrician, but I have to find out if she takes our insurance. Otherwise, the place to start is the hospital referral line.

And last but not least, her emergency phone numbers? I now have her card with her information.

So I feel a little better about things…

And…then there was pain.

Owen must really be getting on my nerves. My sciatic nerve, that is. |-|

Yesterday I tried to run some errands, and out of nowhere, in the middle of the aisle, I received a jolt and could barely stand, let alone walk. I managed to shuffle through checkout and out of the store (so much for wandering) but that was NOT fun.

Sitting in the car it felt like it kind of went away, so off to Kroger I went. Then I experienced the whole bottle return issue and while standing was a pain, I really had some grocery shopping to do, so I thought “Hey, this shouldn’t be too bad if I can lean on the cart.”

Ha.

HA HA.

I didn’t make it halfway down the first aisle before I decided there was NO WAY I could make it through the entire store, so I limped back to the car and went home…where I sat on my butt the rest of the afternoon.

The pain lessened a little throughout the night, but not enough to say “Wow, I’m glad that’s over!”

This morning it’s not AS bad, so I might try hitting Kroger first thing. (Well, first thing now being about 10am, since I was wide awake from 4a-6a for no apparent reason.)

I knew this could happen around this time, but I was holding out hope it wouldn’t…or that it wouldn’t be as bad as it sounded. I will go absolutely stir-crazy if all I can do is shuffle around the house between the bed and the couch. Granted I don’t go out too much, but since Tom has no time, I have to do the shopping and errand-running.

Hoo boy.

Paranoia is starting to set in.

For the first time during this pregnancy, I am starting to get all sorts of paranoid. (It doesn’t help that I picked up a pregnancy magazine, which revved me up even more.)

I am now thinking about the million things I don’t know, the things I need to write down in a list so as not to forget (helpful hints about what to take to the hospital), the things I still have to search for (pediatrician, daycare, etc.), the things I have to buy (I didn’t even think about winter stuff—I’ve just been thinking onesies-onesies-onesies), things to ask my doctor (to clarify what hospital she is associated with, what about a birth plan, etc.)…and the list goes on.

Good god.

29 Weeks

WebMD:

Your baby measures about 10.4 inches from crown to rump, or a total length of about 16.7 inches from head to toe, and weighs about 2.7 pounds. At this stage a fetus’ eyes are almost always blue and can distinguish bright sunlight or artificial light through the wall of the uterus. Baby is performing fewer acrobatics as conditions in the womb have become cramped now that he is getting bigger. Your uterus is about 3.5 to 4 inches above your navel. Weight gain is probably between 19 and 25 pounds. If born now, your baby could probably survive outside the womb—although in a neonatal intensive-care unit. As your due date approaches, you may be feeling relieved and excited, or anxious about motherhood, your baby’s health, and labor and delivery.

Baby Gaga:

If you’ve been feeling butterflies moving around in your belly, it’s not just your run-of-the-mill pre-birth performance anxiety. No, it’s your amazing baby with a case of the hiccups: a fairly common occurrence at this point resulting from practicing breathing for their big birthday. In addition, to getting a round of butterfly-like hiccups, your little swimmer has arduously managed to accumulate enough baby fat to account for nearly 3.5% of their overall body weight. Yeah, compared to we adults, it’s not a lot, but when they’re little like that—it’s certainly a healthy (and warming) accomplishment in its way. Another fantastic accomplishment: your baby’s spleen is now in charge of hematopoiesis—the 10 dollar name for the process involved in building up certain important blood components. Another fantastic-accomplishment: your little monkey has been peeing into their amniotic sac for a little while now (this is why potty training takes a while) and if you didn’t know, actually swallows it along with the rest of the amniotic fluid. Although the concept is nasty, their urine is sterile and as part of the amniotic fluid base, is replaced several times throughout the day. So if you didn’t know before, now you can tell people, that yes, you drank your own urine—you were still in the womb, but nonetheless, you’ve been there.

Every two weeks now…

I had a checkup today, and apparently I’m now on the every-two-week appointment schedule. No big deal, as it’s less than 10 minutes from the house (and it’s not like I have a job to work around, HA!). :-/

As of this morning, I officially weigh 1# more than my highest weight ever (5+ years ago right before we started our low-carb eating plan). I know one thing really has nothing to do with the other, other than I had hoped to not ever get above that weight again. I know, I know, I know—pregnancy doesn’t count. But in the back of my head, I know that had I not regained most of the weight I lost during that low-carb phase, I would still be WAY under my top weight at this point.

Oh well. There’s always next time. Right? :yes:

Not much else to report on from the visit… my blood pressure was a bit high (so they took it again at the end and it was fine), I got a flu shot (the doc’s recommendation), they measured my stomach and said I grew 2cm, and the baby’s heartbeat was about 150bpm. Oh, the glucose tolerance test from the previous appointment was fine—no problems there.

Everything looks good, so I’m all set for another two weeks!

Man I hate cold sores.

You get used to not getting/having them (I maybe get one or two a year anymore), so when one pops up, it’s very disheartening.

And unfortunately, not only did one pop up, but TWO popped up. One huge one that’s about half my upper lip (it seems) and a tiny one on my lower lip.

>:XX

I even started putting Abreva on both right away, and it hasn’t seemed to help at all.

I hate canker sores, too, but at least they are inside and no one else can see them. :'(

Appointment

So today was the day for my glucose tolerance test. From everything I had heard and read about the test, the sugary orange drink was hideous and awful to try and get down—so I wasn’t looking forward to it at all.

And you know what? It wasn’t that bad. I swear some regular pop is worse than that stuff was. The hardest part was fasting four hours before—which, for a 9:15 appointment just meant I couldn’t eat anything after getting up…hard because I am RAVENOUS when I get up in the morning. Oh well, I survived.

And I still like the doc’s office, but it is somewhat different than the military clinics I have been used to for the last seven years. The two most noticeable things today were:

  1. They had me test my own urine (it is apparently expected before you even walk in for your appointment). There are test strips in the bathroom and you do your own test and then tell them the results! (Of course, if you are unsure, you can give them the strip, but still.) I cannot see that EVER happening in a military clinic.
  2. When it was determined I had a yeast infection (#2 this month—yippee), I fully expected a prescription that wouldn’t cost me anything (or maybe $3 co-pay) to fill. Well, apparently the wonderful pill Diflucan is not recommended during pregnancy (although my What To Expect book said it would be okay) so the doc said “Just buy a 3- or 7-day Monistat.” Huh? What? No prescription? GRRR. I am 99.99% sure I have seen military pharmacies hand out Monistat (or at least something similar) that would be FREE. Instead, I had to pay $15 for it. >:XX

In other news, the nurse was very impressed with my blood pressure, so that’s a good thing!

I have another appointment in two weeks. I forgot to ask if every two weeks is my new schedule (I can’t imagine why it would be, but she didn’t say anything about it).

Pregnancy Manifestations

So much for strong nails…apparently my prenatal vitmins are not helping too much in this regard. My nails are the same as ever—if anything, they seem worse.

And hair? Ha. It’s not growing quickly or getting thicker as pregnancy books like to tell you will happen.

I don’t have the wonderful pregnancy glow, either. My skin is the same as it’s always been—crappy.

Interestingly, my boobs haven’t changed much—much to Tom’s chagrin.

Gas? Oh yes, I have that. Not bad and not all the time, but I do have it.

Heartburn? Of course! That is neverending!

Shortness of breath? Add it to the list.

Trouble sleeping? Every night. I desperately want to sleep on my stomach (I’m mostly a stomach sleeper to begin with) so it’s a night flipping side to side to side to side (spend too much time on one side or on my back and something goes numb—fun!).

Am I having fun yet? |-|

First Michigan OB appointment

I had finally procrastinated enough and finally called a doctor to see if/when I could get in—we have just been so busy unpacking and whatnot that calling for a doc always got pushed to the bottom of the list. Yeah, priorities, I know. 😳

Anyway, I had called Monday and they were actually able to get me in on a cancellation for today! YAY!

While out on errands yesterday, I stopped by to drop off my records, in the hopes the doc would actually take a quick look at them before my appointment.

Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. The best-laid plans, right?

Anyway, the staff was nice and I liked the doctor. Turns out she did some of her training in North Carolina. The appointment was very short as basically they weighed me (I think I gained maybe 2-3# since my appointment a month ago), took my blood pressure (they said it was great—YAY!), and then checked the baby’s heartbeat (150).

I did ask about a recent yeast infection (which I got thanks to the bacterial infection meds I had been taking—and the doc hadn’t automatically prescribed the yeast infection meds like I was used to)…wondering if it was something that would have gone away on its own or if I might still need meds (I could have googled, but didn’t). She assured me if the symptoms were gone, I was okay. Cool. (Unfortunately, I am still having discharge issues—although they are no longer bacterial, the doc assured me they are simply pregnancy/hormone related and there’s NOTHING you can do about it. Fun.)

I have to go back in two weeks for a sugar test (well, technically a glucose screening and glucose tolerance test) to test for gestational diabetes. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.

Funny story.

So I have two pairs of jeans that fit, both the same style and color, just two different sizes. The smaller pair I can wear, but have to leave the top button undone. The larger pair are baggy, but then I can leave them buttoned. (I have yet to do any maternity shopping, although I fear it’s coming soon. But at least we’re in a big enough city to have nice stores!)

Anyway.

So I alternate which jeans I wear depending on how I’m feeling or what I will be doing (if I’m doing lots of moving or sitting, I wear the larger pair).

So yesterday I decided on the larger pair because I was going to be unpacking and moving around—plus I felt really fat and uncomfortable. They felt smaller than I remembered, so I quick read the tag and yes, they were the larger pair…so I was disgusted that in just a few days, the larger pair had gotten THAT much smaller. >:XX I mean, I know I will be getting bigger, but I swore I had just worn them a day or so ago and they were still too big.

Oh well. I just chalked it up to having gotten bigger and not paying attention.

So as the day wears on I had to unbutton them and I just thought Holy Crap, this sucks, I will have to go maternity shopping sooner than I thought—how depressing.

But the more I thought about it, I was sure I was going crazy. So I looked at the tag again—more closely—and yep, I had grabbed the smaller pair!

Phew! :>>

So I still have a few weeks before I have to get maternity pants. 🙂

Week 23

From What to Expect:

At eight inches and slightly over a pound, your baby is the size and shape of a small doll. (But then, you already knew that you were carrying a living doll, didn’t you?) This week marks the beginning of some serious weight gain. Your baby’s weight in the next four weeks alone should double (and you may feel as though yours is too). You have probably heard your baby’s heartbeat through a Doppler a number of times already (though you never get tired of hearing it), but by now you can also hear it through a standard stethoscope. What a heart throb! Your baby’s skin is reddish in color now because of the developing blood vessels underneath (remember, the skin is very thin still). It also hangs loosely from his or her little body at this point. That’s because the skin grows faster than the fat develops. But don’t worry. By the time your baby is born, he or she will be pleasantly plump and filled out—from chubby cheeks to chubby toes.

From WebMD:

Your baby measures about 8 inches from crown to rump and weighs almost 1 pound. His body is starting to look more like a newborn, but his skin is still wrinkled as more weight is to be gained. By now, there is no mistaking that you are pregnant and you have likely gained about 12 to 15 pounds. Vaginal secretions that are typically clear-to-yellowish with a faint smell increase during pregnancy. Check with your practitioner if the color or odor changes significantly since it could signal an infection. If you have aches in the small of your back, consider treating yourself to a pregnancy massage or apply a warm (not hot) heating pad or hot water bottle for a short period of time to the area.

From Baby-Gaga:

At this point you’ve pretty much adjusted to the fact you’ve got a moving little gymnast inside of you, but now they’re going to kick up the party a notch because they can hear and react to sounds from the outside world. Sounds from your alarm clock, a thunder roll, or that darned car honking at you across the intersection can actually jar their little ears enough to elicit a kick or violent bout of squirming. Of course this also means that their little ears are picking up the sounds of your voice and those near you. So go ahead, sing a lullaby to your little angel—if they start kicking, it’s likely they just want you to stop… or maybe it was a kick of approval? You decide. Your baby’s tiny taste buds are still growing and their bones are continuing to ossify (harden), their tiny veins are visible through their translucent yet wrinkly skin. (Think of it this way: they’ve been swimming in the equivalent of a long hot bath for the past 23 weeks, so you can’t blame them for being a little prune-like.)

Last NC Appointment

I had my very last OB appointment today with the fetal medicine specialist. He said everything looked great—the baby weighs approximately 1.2# and is developing nicely.

Of course Owen was obstinate today and didn’t give us a good face-on view for the photo shoot (even after the doc flipping me on my side), but I was able to see legs and arms (and an elbow), lips, the chambers of the heart, the spine, organs I will never be able to point out on the ultrasound video, and of course the boy bits. I told the ultrasound tech that we needed her commentary along with the video, to be able to point out everything. 🙂

The doc also said I was doing great for having had (or still have but is currently in remission) Grave’s Disease. He is still in a bit of disbelief that I am not showing any symptoms or having any problems—but he is thrilled nonetheless. (Oh, that’s right, he said he couldn’t see the baby’s thyroid, which was a good sign. If he could see it, that would mean I was passing on issues to the baby. Of course I couldn’t see anything. Even when he pointed.)

My blood pressure was just fine today, too (as compared to my BP at the hospital two weeks ago when it was a bit high), so that’s good.

I did have the doc take a swab because I was a little concerned about some discharge, and it turned out to be something bacterial, so I am now on meds for that…but he said it was nothing to worry about.

I really love this doctor, and am going to miss him terribly—even if I have only seen him three times.

Flutterings

I have started to feel some internal flutterings—Owen is apparently moving about! Tom is upset he can’t feel anything yet, but sources say it will be another few weeks before “outsiders” can feel anything.

I know there will come a time when I am tired of the movements, but right now, I want to feel them more more more!!

Miscellany

I need to start carrying tums with me at all times. XX(

Wow. I hate when a product has a .net and you don’t know it, so end up on a .com porn site. EEK. 88|

FYI: Luigi’s Real Italian Ice in NO way satisfies a craving for a DQ vanilla cone. 🙁

CVS is expensive! I just paid $6+ for my favorite Tums flavor when I got them in Michigan at Meijer for under $4. |-|

Mmmmm. I stupidly stuffed myself silly with the best fried chicken, hush puppies and baked beans…but it’s the last time we’ll be eating there before we leave.

Appointment and Maternity Clothes

This morning I had my last on-base OB appointment. It was just a quick check-up, really—heard the baby’s heartbeat and the doc warned me about high blood pressure (apparently, it was a bit high again, and I am at the point in the pregnancy when it should be the lowest of all). He said I might have to worry about a few forms of hypertension. Then it was off to medical records to request a copy for the move…but of course I needed Tom’s orders (which I didn’t have) so he has to go back and request them for me.

On the way back to work I stopped at Target just to see what they had in the way of maternity clothes. Ha, funny. They had about six racks, none of which were plus size…so I guess maternity clothes are only for rail-thin people and I will have to wait until we get to Michigan with a wider variety of stores. (Sidenote: I don’t REALLY need maternity clothes yet, but some pants are finally starting to get tight.)

Baby shower…and registries!

So, with everything on our minds lately, I hadn’t even thought about having a baby shower…so imagine my surprise when I got an email from one of our close friends telling me they were going to have a shower for me before we left!

Of course, I hadn’t registered for ANYTHING either…so it was off to Amazon and Babies R Us for a quick look, then I bombarded my friends for lists of MUST HAVE baby items. They came through for me—so their hints and tips, plus my own research, led me to quite a list at both places (although there is still way more to come, I’m sure). Links to each registry are in the right-hand column.

Week 19

Baby Gaga:

Your amazing little baby is now around 10 inches in length! If this seems a bit shocking, you’ll be relieved to know they’ve not actually grown over 3 inches, but that their little legs are now straight enough to be measured. This is when doctors begin measuring fetal growth from head to toe, (no longer “crown to rump” or CR). Lanugo (little hairs) covers their whole body now, trapping that charming cheese-like vernix caseosa (see week 18) to the surface to the skin. This week your lil’ fetus will start on an appetizing diet of amniotic fluid which they are now capable of swallowing, digesting, and passing the fluid as far as their tiny “large” intestines. Fortunately for you, this nice little lump of baby-poop won’t be coming out while they’re still in your womb. Some time shortly after they’re born, this fun lump will become the first in a long line of baby poops. (What finally comes out— commonly known as “meconium” to the science world, will be black and sticky, and you’ll be very glad it happens only once!)

WebMD:

Your baby measures about 5.2 to 6 inches from crown to rump and weighs about 7 ounces. The baby’s skin is developing and is transparent, appearing red because of the visible blood vessels. A creamy white protective coating, called vernix, is also developing. As your baby continues to grow, you may be feeling some mid-pregnancy aches and pains—lower abdominal achiness, dizziness, heartburn, constipation, leg cramps, mild swelling of ankles and feet, and a backache are all normal. Dilated blood vessels might cause tiny, temporary red marks (called spider nevi) on your face, shoulders and arms.

Acid Reflux Sucks

I slept like shit last night.

I just don’t understand how acid reflux can strike in the middle of the freakin’ night when I haven’t eaten in 9 hours. It was so bad I felt like I was going to throw up and I definitely couldn’t sleep. I was actually hungry, too, so got up to eat something small (the first time I’ve ever gotten up in the middle of the night to eat), in the hopes that it would help a bit…but it didn’t, so it was more Tums. I should have taken a Zantac.

This morning it’s not much better, so I’m taking a Zantac now. I can’t deal with this all day.

Two OB Appointments

I just got back from my first OB appointment of the day and it was pretty useless. The doc didn’t have any of my test results—because they were at another doc’s office (the specialist I am going to see this afternoon). And the doc didn’t have much else to say other than my blood pressure is normal (so maybe when it was high those few times, it was just a spike for whatever reason) and everything looks good. We did get to hear the heartbeat again (which is always cool) but I had hoped for…more. I am sure I will get more this afternoon, with the specialist.

The appointment with the specialist was, as expected, much better. I had another full ultrasound (all on DVD, if we can ever figure out how to convert it to something we can upload here) and…we found out the sex!

To be totally honest, Tom and I were both momentarily disappointed, only because we both REALLY wanted a girl—and I was SURE I was having a girl. But a little Owen is just fine with both of us… I teased Tom that he could now be a coach for his son and he was like “Our daughter could be in sports, too.” And I just looked at him like “Please? Not if my daughter takes after me!” 🙂

Anyway, the doc said the baby is perfect—about 7oz (which seems to be a bit larger than the averages WebMD and Baby Gaga estimate)—and I am doing fine as well. He said of the three main issues that sent me to him in the first place—high blood pressure, past thyroid issues, and my “advanced age”—two seem to be reconciling themselves (blood pressure and thyroid) and don’t seem to be anything to worry about (although we will still keep checking them).

My next appointment with the base doc is in three weeks, mainly so they can start the process of transferring my records and possibly recommending a doctor in Michigan. My next appointment with the specialist is in six weeks—right about the time we should be moving—so I hope I can keep the appointment (I really really like that doctor).

When I called my mom to tell her, one of the first things she said was something along the lines of “Katie needs a big brother!” so it looks like grandma is already expecting kid #2. 😉

Edited 11/18/2009 to finally add the ultrasound video (the quality isn’t the best, but I didn’t want to upload a 100MB file):

16 Weeks

WebMD:

Your baby now measures about 4.3 to 4.6 inches from crown to rump and weighs about 2.8 ounces. Fingernails are well-formed and the fine hair, called lanugo, continues to grow on the head. Arms and legs are moving, the nervous system is functioning and muscles are responding to stimulation from your baby’s brain. You may be able to hear the baby’s heartbeat in the doctor’s office. Your uterus has grown significantly by now and weighs about 8.75 ounces. Within the next few weeks you may start to feel your baby move, called “quickening.” It’s often described as a gas bubble or subtle fluttering movement. As it happens more regularly, you’ll know it’s your baby. There are other physiological changes happening in your body. Increased blood volume to support your growing fetus may cause nosebleeds, and veins may become more apparent. Because your uterus is shifting, you may not have to urinate as much.

Baby Gaga:

Over the past three weeks your astounding growing baby has managed to stretch yet another 2 full inches (totaling about 4.5 inches) and weighs around 3.5 ounces. Yessireee, that’s some pretty serious growth… and with it comes several physical developments! For starters, their head to body ratio is finally starting to even out a bit as the rest of the body is actually growing faster than the head at this point. Yes, your little light bulb is not so top-heavy. Their adorable little limbs have lengthened, almost reaching their normal proportions which they will have at birth. Their eyes are still closed but moving and if you had an ultrasound, which many doctors recommend you have at about this time, you may even see your little one sucking on a thumb, not to mention the necessary signifiers to let you know whether you’ve got a wee lad or lassie.

Names have been picked!

I swear I had already posted this, but after a chat with my dad, he assured me I hadn’t. That said, I still thought I had told anyone and everyone what the names were!

So, without further ado…

Kathryn (Katie) Jean for a girl, after my Grandma Len and my mom.

Owen Michael for a boy, after Tom’s dad and my dad.

I originally wanted Robert Michael (both our dad’s first names) but that is Tom’s brother’s name so I didn’t quite want that.

What’s funny is we’ve had these names picked out way before we knew we even wanted kids—I remember having the discussion back when we lived in Virginia (so, 2001-2003 time frame). After realizing that Robert Michael wasn’t going to be it, and knowing I really wanted to include Tom’s dad’s name somehow, I cautiously inquired of Tom: “Please tell me your dad had a great middle name…” and he did! Owen! Perfect! I love it!

I have two OB appointments Monday—one with the regular OB doctor at the Naval Hospital and one with the fetal medicine specialist—and I am pretty sure we will find out the sex (of course, if the baby cooperates).

We are really hoping for Katie… I joke because if we have a boy first, I don’t want to take the chances of having TWO boys (no way, considering the horror stories about Tom and his brother!). If we have a girl first, we may try for #2. :>>

Dizzies

Just when I think my body can’t throw anything else at me, it does. This morning (after a loooooong weekend of feeling crappy and hopping between the bed and the couch) I got up this morning and was just tired—my normal post-three-day-weekend tired. No biggie.

I ate breakfast, showered, and then started getting ready. And out of nowhere, the dizzies. Head spinning, had to hold on to something so I wouldn’t fall over, and either crouch down or lay down before I did fall over.

Well, I’ve been lightheaded before, so I just laid down for a few minutes, which usually takes care of it. Except when I went to get up, I would be fine for a minute, and then…the dizzies.

Huh? What? This was new.

I did this about three times before I gave up and just laid on the couch. I texted my coworker to let her know I would be late, and then tried to cat nap.

After about 30 minutes I got up cautiously, and everything seemed to be okay.

But that was just weird. And I didn’t like it at all. And I had never experienced that before.

Katie is just testing me, I know… 😛

15 Weeks

WebMD:

Your fetus now measures about 4.1 to 4.5 inches from crown to rump and weighs about 1.75 ounces. Its body is covered by an ultrafine hair, called lanugo, which is usually shed by birth. Eyebrows and hair on the top of the head are beginning to grow and his bones are getting harder. He may even be sucking his thumb by now. Your uterus can probably be felt about three to four inches below your navel.

Baby Gaga:

Your nearly four-inch long gymnast is happily mobile inside your womb and if you’re really lucky, you’ll notice a point when your sneezing, coughing or laughing results in a little kick here or a poke there. Still, many women don’t feel anything until the 17th week or later. Although the poking and kicking isn’t very charming during sleeping hours, it’s a good sign as it means your baby is actually reacting to outside events. Yay! You’ve got yourself one active healthy baby! Their little elbows and knees are bending more freely this week and their little legs are finally growing longer than their arms and getting pumped up for prenatal Richard Simmons. Many of their major organ systems are increasing in capacity—particularly that amazing tiny heart and complex circulation system, which is now pumping about 25 quarts of blood per day, and will increase to a very impressive 200 quarts per day by the end of the pregnancy. As far as hair goes, we’ve got some new scalp patterns beginning to develop on the head, although actual head hair is not yet present.

The corner is a no-go.

I thought I had turned the corner, since I felt so amazing the other weekend. Unfortunately, it hasn’t lasted. :'(

I don’t feel quite as bad as I did before, but I am certainly not feeling good. I do have some good moments (Saturdays are usually pretty good) but then Sundays I’m between the couch and the bed all day, feeling yucky.

I really am not sure how I will be able to make it to delivery if this crappyness never goes away. I want to feel good soooooo badly, LOL…that this just kills me.

Poor Tom…but he is being an angel.

Miscellanous Thoughts

I hate it when I have a huge blog post written and IE decides to crash. :X

Cookies and cream Hershey Kisses. Yuckola.

Parents really SHOULD be allowed to use stun guns or tasers on uncontrollable, screaming children. Especially when they are in our small office. Giving me a headache. That is all.

I hate when people (i.e. my boss and another agent) always feel the need to say, when screaming children are present, “See what you have to look forward to?” Yes, I know children can be hellions, yet I still decided to have one. Why must you constantly make the decision seem wrong?

I don’t want to hear an agent bitch about having to come back to work (after leaving for the weekend) and having to work until 5 on Friday. You get no sympathy from me for that.

It’s very strange when you haven’t seen someone in over a year and when you do they are 150# lighter. And then you are so shocked you try to hide your shock but don’t say anything. And then you’ve bypassed the amount of time in which you could say something but haven’t. And eventually HE brings it up by saying something like “I probably look a lot different than the last time you saw me.” Like I could have possibly missed it. Doh.

My conclusion?

Work IS making me sick.

I mean, of course I don’t want to be here. And of course I am ready to quit. But I didn’t really think that could cause my symptoms.

So I thought “What do I do at work than is different that at home?”

Well, it has to be because of the sitting position I’m in 95% of the day. I don’t sit like this at home. I do get up and walk around at work, but not much—I mean, there’s no place to walk TO unless I want to walk around the building (and it’s HOT!).

And then once I feel icky, it continues even once I get home…

The next 58 days cannot come quickly enough.

I think work makes me oogy.

I honestly think being at work makes me sick. I feel like a million—no, a hundred!—bucks in the morning, and by the time 9:30 or 10:00 rolls around, I am feeling oogy. Today I felt a little nauseous, headachy, and whatnot.

Yuck.

It’s not as bad as it was before, but it’s not like how awesome I felt over the weekend…so I came to the conclusion that it’s the job making me feel this way.

Thankfully, I only have about two more months here, unless our house sells more quickly.