tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295784592012-02-12T18:42:34.675-07:00plain janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01427195214528688316noreply@blogger.comBlogger14051100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578459.post-41652243346649146822012-02-12T18:42:00.001-07:002012-02-12T18:42:34.689-07:00

My computer suddenly doesn't have wireless capability and I can't get online. No internet = no hulu = no TV = what am I supposed to do when I'm pinned down with the baby? Read? Oh, wait! I almost forgot that I actually love reading. Seriously, though, I'm going to need an internet fix soon ... and not just from my phone.

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I'm fighting a bad mood today. The little guy slept too much yesterday and not enough last night. It shouldn't have surprised me, but it did. I was tired. I was hoping for another night like the one before it.  Instead, I got another up-every-two-hours night ... and, when he was up, he was really up.  Grrrr. Bed-sharing is supposed to make night feeding easier. I haven't had a lot of luck with

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Suddenly, out of nowhere, I'm almost too tired for words. Like sad-tired almost. It's weird because I've had a really good day. The little guy had a good night last night. He was up a few times (like normal), but he ate and quickly went back to sleep each time. The best part is that he woke up happy this morning and I actually felt well rested for once. When we got up this morning, I

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At this time eight weeks ago, I was in the hospital--drugged up, swollen beyond belief, and just four hours from greeting my goofy little guy face-to-face for the first time. I can't believe it's already been eight weeks. Now I'm getting ready to go back to work and I feel like my time with Derek is almost gone ... lost and squandered ... maybe I could have done more with it, but what? I wish

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I love this little guy so much.

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I've started taking fenugreek again. From everything I'd heard and read about it, I thought I'd be fine when the pills ran out. I didn't think I'd have to take it forever. The nurse I talked to and the websites I read all said that the increased milk supply would stay with me even after the pills ran out. That wasn't my experience. Not at all. After two days without the fenugreek, my nipples

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This is one of my favorite pictures of the little guy. He's so alert and animated and just plain awesome.

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Blogging from my phone again. I love my little guy more than anything. Taking care of him, even at its hardest, is easy because I just want to hold him and feed him and love him all day. Suddenly, as a mother, the phrase "for your own good" really means something. Sometimes, just after he poops, he closes his eyes and falls asleep and he just looks so comfortable. At times like that, it would be

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I love being able to blog from my phone, but I wish it wouldn't always put the pictures at the bottom of the post. I've had a really quiet day at home today. I took a couple of short walks around the complex. Other than that though, I haven't left the house. The little guy hasn't been feeling very well this week ... he's been congested and a lot fussier than normal ... so I thought we'd take

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After watching me limp around in flip-flops and listening to me complain about my twisted ankle for over a week, Charlie  convinced me that I needed to start wearing "real" shoes ... shoes that I could lace up ... and I convinced him to sell me this fabulous pair. ...and, you know, he was right. I wore the shoes all day yesterday and I looked awesome and my foot felt compressed (in a good way)

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A coworker who just had a baby two weeks ago posted a quick little thank you note on facebook tonight, praising her husband "for all the help, love, and support he has given me these last couple of weeks." Her husband replied in the comments, returning the praise and promising to always put their family first.  I've never been happier than I am with Derek. As cliche as it might sound,

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Today, for the first time ever, I picked another person's nose.  Wiping someone else's boogers off my finger--that's what it means to be a mom. Weird, huh? Oh, well.  The little guy and I went down to the Social Security office today. I was shocked at the line. It was worse than the DMV. I checked in and was given a ticket with the number E299 on it. Just as I pulled my ticket out of

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I spent most of the night in bed last night--which was absolutely amazing.  After rolling/spraining my ankle last Sunday, I started sleeping in the armchair in the living room. Getting in and out of bed was excruciating. My bed is really high and climbing into it forced my foot into positions that just really really hurt and felt sort of dangerous--especially when I was holding the baby ...

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Virginia is in town for a quick visit. She's holding the little guy. I'm blogging from my phone.  I think we might go to Last Chance today (of course) and then we'll chill out and enjoy the sunny weather.

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I keep thinking that the hormones have leveled off and I'm a normal (not pregnant, not postpartum, just normal) person again and then I have a night like last night. Yes, I'm blaming hormones. I hate that excuse, but it seems totally valid. Last night, I cried for no reason, I got upset thinking about my little Sméagol baby, and I stayed  up past 3 AM putzing around--I pumped, I showered, I 

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I think my little boy is beautiful.  He's goofy-looking, sure--but I wouldn't want it any other way ... and I know he probably wouldn't win any baby pageants, but I wouldn't enter him in a pageant anyway.  It's just ... well, it's starting to sting a little when people, unrelated and uninfluenced by one another, call him Sméagol or Benjamin Button. I'll admit that I thought it was funny at

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Yesterday, I decided that I need to get serious about stockpiling milk. I need to be strong. Instead of pumping and then feeding it to him the same day, I need to start freezing it so I'll have a supply built up when I go to work. Plus, I need to have some ready whenever Bobby wants to take the little guy for a few hours. I've decided this before, but yesterday I was ready to start. I pumped.

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I've downloaded the blogger app for Android and this is my first post with it. I don't have much to share right now. This is just an experimental post, typed with swype on my new (inherited from Charlie) Evo phone. What do you think?

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Well ... it's been a while, hasn't it? What can I tell you? So much and so little has happened.  I spend every day with my little guy. He's growing bigger and more alert every day. It's awesome and I love him to death--more than I ever imagined. I don't want to sound cliche, but I love him more than I ever imagined. I spend my days obsessing over him. I clean his butt several times a day

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It's 4:22 PM and I don't think I've done anything today. The little guy just doesn't want to be put down. He was on my breast (eating?-could he really be eating that much?) for what felt like four solid hours. In truth, it wasn't solid--he'd drift off and fall away from the nipple, but then he'd wake up and start fussing and bumping his head around with his mouth wide open again.  I've read

plain janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01427195214528688316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578459.post-40313821579906323372012-01-08T13:04:00.001-07:002012-01-08T14:17:12.419-07:00

How am I supposed to pump when I'm feeding my baby every two hours?  I thought I was doing great. When my little guy fell asleep mid-morning, I quickly got the breast pump and everything set up--luckily, I'd been able to wash all the pieces while I was holding him last night ... but I just haven't figured out how to pump and hold him at the same time. The bottles get in his way or he gets in

plain janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01427195214528688316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578459.post-30171456988565781512012-01-06T10:36:00.000-07:002012-01-08T14:07:10.493-07:00

This was at my parents' house on New Year's Eve.

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My baby was three weeks old yesterday. Exciting, huh? In so many ways, having him has been even more wonderful than I imagined. Yes, it's true that sleeping is hard--but I don't feel the sleep deprivation as much as I did when I was pregnant. Maybe that's because I'm not working right now. I think it's because I'm just not as uncomfortable as I was. At nine months pregnant, I couldn't

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My sweetest little man isn't sleeping again today.  Thankfully these days are rare, but he's been awake more than he's been asleep and it has me worrying.  He slept for about an hour when I took him for a walk. Other than that, he hasn't closed his eyes for more than five minutes at a time.  Normally, feeding will knock him out--if he doesn't fall asleep, he'll get woozy and his eyes will

plain janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01427195214528688316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578459.post-35731971911160586782011-12-30T13:29:00.000-07:002011-12-30T13:29:29.600-07:00

If it's true that newborns sleep between 16 and 18 hours a day, I'm afraid my little guy is formally rejecting the newborn label.  It's almost 1:30 PM and he's been awake since before 9 o'clock this morning.  I got him to close his eyes for a few minutes--long enough that I thought I could put him down and take a shower.  I was covered in soapy water when he started crying. I rinsed off and

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My little guy is stretching, growing, and changing every day and he's slowly becoming a real boy. No more Pinocchio for me. It sounds weird to say that he's becoming real--but it's true. His frog legs are almost gone. A few days ago, it was a fight to straighten his legs at all. Now, he's asleep with one leg straight and the other only partly pulled up. His mouse squeak rarely makes an appearance

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Back at home, boredom is seeping in again already. Am I so high maintenance that I can't stand even a single night on my own? The little guy and I spent Thursday night at Bobby's house and, even though Bobby was limited in how much he could help--only I can make milk, after all--it was probably the most relaxing night I'd had since leaving the hospital. Things were more like I'd expected

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My baby is sleeping and I'm watching Grimm on hulu.com. I can't believe my little guy will be a week old tomorrow. I can't believe I've already burned through a week of my maternity leave. I can't believe how quickly and slowly time passes right now. At night, when I'm desperate for sleep, or in the middle of the day, when I'm bumping around the house with nothing to do and no one to

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Well, peeps, I'm a mom. I'm a mom.  I'm a mom.  I'm a mom. How wonderful is that? Two hours after I hit publish on my last post, I had my first contraction.  It was a sharp pain, mostly in my back and, even though I can't quite describe it now, I knew exactly what it was.  I knew what it was and then, when it was gone, I started to question myself.  I've heard so much about false

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Flash is not my friend. It washes out shiny white skin like mine and adds extra emphasis/contrast to the stretch marks. I mention all this because I really, really hope that my belly isn't this ugly in regular lighting. It isn't cute, I know it isn't, but please let me believe that it isn't quite as bad as it looks here, okay? Whatever! Either way, whether my belly is uglier in

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On Sunday night, just after 10 o'clock, the hospital finally called. They had an open bed for me.   "What time?" I asked. "Right now." I promised to get there as quickly as possible, hung up the phone, and tried to call Bobby. He didn't answer. I pulled on clothes, packed up my computer (just in case), checked my phone--Bobby hadn't called back yet, so I sent him a text, and then I ran

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Things I'm looking forward to (besides the obvious): Sleeping on my belly again Taking Ibuprofen when I hurt Eating cold turkey sandwiches Losing weight Diet Coke (sorry everyone) Wearing high heels. Wearing jeans (please let me own some that fit) An end to waddling The obvious things are seeing my baby's face, touching him and holding him and smelling him. Stuff like that has to outweigh

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Being on leave without the baby yet isn't all bad!...I spent a few hours in the Jacuzzi (lukewarm, not hot--because hot is bad during pregnancy) last week. Don't judge my legs too harshly based on this picture. They're huge right now, but the water and the angle of the picture make them look even bigger than they are. Why am I worried about that? Oh, well. I might spend a few more

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I'm weary. Therefore, I get no rest. Something, something. I called the hospital at 12:30 in the afternoon to confirm my 4:30 appointment for "outpatient induction gel" treatment. The woman who answered transferred me to a nurse who apologized and explained that she'd have to put me on hold. I've been working in call centers for too long. I thought she meant she was placing my call on hold

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Today might be the day. It might not, but it might. I'm going to the hospital at 4:30 to have ripening gel applied to my cervix and then who knows what will happen....maybe I'll have a baby, maybe I'll have more waiting....there will definitely be some walking and checking and stuff though. And maybe a baby. I never got a huge hit of nesting instincts. Everyone warned me that I'd be down on

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No baby yet. No matter how ready I think I am, my body is not. Sleeping has become a chore. I started in my bed last night and woke up every hour or so. The first time I woke up I was flat on my back. Not good! I got up to go to the bathroom and noticed that the swelling in my legs was so bad that I had deep-deep lines from my pajamas and blankets. I took off my pajama pants and tried to

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I'm trying to start my leave today. Everything hurts.  My neck.  My upper back, my lower back, my hips, my belly, my feet, my head, and everything in between.  Private areas that shouldn't hurt hurt.  And none of this is labor.  It just isn't right.  Despite what I wrote in my last post, I actually tried to sleep on the love seat again last night.  I don't think I slept for more than one

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Sleeping on the couch (love seat) wasn't as lovely as I first thought. It helped my feet, a million times it helped, but the discomfort caught up with me as the day progressed.  Spending the whole night in a crooked position, with my head propped up on one arm and my legs on the other, killed my neck and back.  I hurt all over.  All day.  And the swelling came back anyway.  So, here I am,

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Oh, my goodness!  Oh, my goodness! I stacked up pillows, wrapped my feet and shoulders in blankets, and somehow managed to fold myself into a comfortable enough position to sleep on the love seat all night. Comfortable enough was not incredibly comfortable, but I gave up on comfort weeks ago.  I slept.  I slept with my head on one arm of the love seat and my feet on the other arm.   The

plain janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01427195214528688316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578459.post-91627442752217001942011-12-04T22:19:00.001-07:002011-12-04T23:20:33.515-07:00

I closed my laptop two nights ago and didn't re-open it until tonight. Can you believe it? Normally, I'd expect to go through withdrawals without my computer, but I'm just too tired for anything anymore. Too tired or too lazy or too distracted by other stuff. Who knows? So what have we missed in the past few days? Friday was a tough day.   It was supposed to be my day off, but I

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Today is December 1st. We've reached December. This is the month when I'll become a mom.  For real. The thought of my baby makes me smile, but it's hard to muster a ton of enthusiasm for anything right now because I'm just so tired.  My hips and thighs and back hurt all the time. ALL THE TIME. I limp when I walk. Getting out of the car is messy. Climbing into bed is painful.  Rolling

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I'm unreasonably upset by the state of my feet.  I don't think I've had an emotionally weird pregnancy so far, but yesterday was tough.  I cried several times--looking in the mirror, talking to my mom and dad, sitting in my car in front of the building at work, walking on my break.  This isn't like me.  I don't cry like that.  But I guess I do.  Ugh.  Not all of yesterday's tears were

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Thanksgiving has come and gone and it was very nice. My parents came up to Chandler and we all met at Charlie and Leslie's house.  Graham was there.  Alec and Cierra (Leslie's dad and niece) came over.  Bobby came too.  Maren and Justin showed up.  Together.  It was the first time Maren's spent Thanksgiving with us in years.  Seriously, I can't remember the last time.  And we all thought

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a picture not related to the words I'm officially, by the doctor's count, thirty-seven weeks pregnant today.   My count, based on extensive Internet research, is a little different--but, either way, my pregnancy is now considered full-term.  In theory, my baby could be born today without any problems.  His lungs should be fully developed.  He's going to spend the remaining time growing,

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How does the night continue to escape me over and over and over again? How is it already past midnight when I've barely taken off my pants and climbed into bed?  I left work before 8:30, drove a coworker home, and then stopped and visited Charlie and Leslie for a few minutes.  I think I left their house around 10 o'clock and I haven't done anything since I got home two hours ago.   In

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I've been home for two hours.  I started a bath as soon as I walked in, soaked my poor swollen legs in the tub until the water went cold, and then arranged the blankets and pillows on my bed so I could sit comfortably with my feet above my head. Well, maybe not quite above my head, but pretty darn close. ...and, now, after thirty minutes (mas o menos) of Old Time Radio and an episode of

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My due date is only four weeks away. I don't know know what to say.  In four weeks, maybe less--probably less, I'll be a mom.  It'll be nice to sleep on my belly again, but ... oh, my goodness ... oh, my goodness!  Will I be any good at it?  Will I love my baby as much as I should?  Will we be able to work everything out?  Who will we hire to babysit?  Four weeks is too much and too little

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a washed out bug? I realized something this weekend. Bobby was excited to see (or to think he saw) that I'm still gaining weight.  For him, my weight gain means the baby is getting bigger.  I wish I could look at things that way, that I could say "wow, I'm getting bigger" and be happy. It's hard from this side, though.  Bobby can celebrate the growth while still wearing the same pants

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54 days ago, on Twitter, I complained that I was the size of a house. I'd love to be that size again. Yesterday, it felt like everyone who saw me had something to say. Every time I stepped into an elevator at work, I was met by strangers proclaiming "Wow, when are you due?" and "You're working right to the end, aren't you?" I stopped at Target and bought some leggings and a dress

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baby's foot? It's after midnight and I've been home for maybe fifteen minutes. This is a tough schedule.   I'm trying to imagine what it will be like when I have the baby--not when I'm still on maternity leave, but when I have to go back to work.  Will my shift still change from week to week?  Will I work late hours?  Will I limp home at midnight?  And where will my baby be?  By

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Working until 11 was tough last night.  I'm not sure if it's because I had to get up early for the ultrasound or because it's just tough to work until 11 o'clock at night.  In any case, I obviously didn't learn very much from last night because I signed up for OT today.  Instead of going in at 2:30 and working until 11, I'm going in at 12:30 and working until 11. I hope it's worth it.

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Here's a creepy picture of my baby boy. Yes, I wrote boy. Bobby and I are having a boy. I hate 3D ultrasound pictures, but I don't have a real picture to post yet (thank goodness!--I'm not quite ready for the birth) and I wanted to share the news.  Bobby and I went for our final ultrasound this morning.  We forgot to tell the tech that we wanted to be surprised at birth.  She took a

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Bored, bored, bored. I'm bored. And probably boring. Leslie called yesterday and told me there was a community garage sale in her neighborhood with lots of baby stuff.  She'd seen a bassinet and I still want to buy a bassinet so I rushed over.  I didn't buy the bassinet--it looked cheap and kind of tacky and they still wanted $50 (firm) for it, but I found a nice car seat/stroller

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I dream about the baby more and more. Last night, she was a girl--born at 34 weeks--with lots of black hair and bright auburn highlights. In my dream, Steven's girlfriend, Liz, had a little girl on the same day.  I think I was at the hospital, visiting Liz and Steven, when my baby was born.  I don't remember the details.  I just knew that Liz was in another room somewhere.  And I didn't

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Instead of hitting snooze this morning, I turned off my alarm and went back to bed. And it felt great. I don't have work until 1:30.  I might regret the hours at 10 o'clock tonight, but I'm loving them at 9:30 this morning.  I slept as long as I needed to and I still have four hours to shower, get ready, make my bed, straighten up the house, eat, shop, do whatever I want to do, and get to

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Today is day 5.5 in a 10.5-day work week/working streak. I'm adding a half day because I went in for a few hours of overtime on Tuesday.  I hope my next paycheck is really fabulous for all of this, but I'm afraid it won't be a whole lot better than my last check.  Most of this ten-day streak isn't overtime.  I'm working so many days in a row because I'm switching from a Wednesday-Sunday

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33 weeks today My belly looks kind of square, doesn't it? I wonder if that means anything. I took a break from painting a few minutes ago and decided to snap a picture of my gorgeous self while I wait for the walls to dry so you can see what I'm working with.  I won't snap any pictures of my feet or my stretch marks though.  The huge arms, square belly, and messy room are enough.

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Today wrung me out. Wrang me out? Wringed me out? Killed me. Wrung me out and hung me to dry. Left me flapping in the wind, exhausted and overwhelmed. I don't know where I'm going with this.

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I was so proud of myself for dodging the morning sickness bullet.  Someone should have warned me about all the other bullets: the insomnia bullet, the heartburn bullet, the too fat for clothes bullet, the waddle bullet, the dry skin bullet....  I don't think I've dodged a single one tonight. Why I'm waddling in bed, I don't know. It's 3 o'clock in the morning. I think the paint I bought

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I really want a pedicure, but I have to work today and I don't know any place that opens early enough for me to get in and out with enough time to drive across town with all the weekend road closures and still get to work before 11:30.   Bummer. Dagnabbit. Last night, before bed, I convinced myself that I could do my own pedicure. This morning, armed with nail polish remover and

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I woke up with a headache that still hasn't gone away. Tylenol isn't helping.   The baby is dancing and pushing around inside me and my head is throbbing.   I had a piece of carrot cake around 4:15 last night.  I started feeling sick when I got home from work at about 9:30 PM and I threw up what looked like the whole slice of cake sometime after 10 o'clock.  I don't know what's more

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One of the most frustrating parts of pregnancy is the constant list of "can't" and "shouldn't."  It seems like everyone has an opinion ... super-informed, of course ... about what pregnant women can and can't do and they're all dying to share.  I'm not talking about anything crazy either.  I don't want to climb Mount Everest or go sky diving; I just want to walk on the treadmill, have a

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Thank goodness for hulu.com! I was sitting in my house, bored and lonely, wishing I had a working TV and then I remembered hulu.  I'm two episodes behind on Modern Family--which means, thanks to the magic of the Internet, I now have almost a full hour of free distraction from any self pity. If only Modern Family could distract me from everything. The baby is moving and it hurts.  When I put

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I'm only partway through my first weekend on this new schedule and I'm already tired of it.  I don't like working every Saturday and Sunday.  I love the later hours, but the combination of later hours and weekends is a killer.  It's so lonely.  The only time I can see people is on Saturday and Sunday mornings--but most people I know want to sleep in or go to church or something--or after I get

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I stopped at Target and got a flu shot just before work yesterday.  They're offering free flu shots at my work later this month--but not for pregnant women.  The email said something along the lines of "While the CDC has determined that flu shots are safe during pregnancy, due to concerns with some-kind-of-medical-sounding-word, we will not be offering them to pregnant employees during the

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I had a great visit in Rio Rico.   My mom and I hung out, cruised all around, from Nogales to Green Valley, over the hills and through the woods--or, never mind, I guess there were no woods....but we had fun.  We cooked, we ate, we shopped, we walked, we talked. Fun, fun, fun. Yesterday, we walked across the border and bought some cool stuff at Eva's shop.  I bought two pairs of

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I'm in Rio Rico. I have a four-day weekend.  Nice, huh?  But don't be too jealous.  This long weekend is because my schedule is changing.  I worked Monday-Friday last week, but I'll be working Wednesday-Sunday for the rest of the month.  I'll probably head home tomorrow.  We'll see.  Maybe I'll grow a crazy hair and head back today.  Maybe I'll wait and leave at the last minute on Wednesday

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Have I made a terrible mistake? Is the rest of the world sitting back, shaking their heads at my stupidity, while I blunder forward thinking it's all going to be okay?  Longing (a nicer word than desperation, right?) and age aren't good enough reasons to have a baby with someone, are they?  I went out on Friday night and heard some really mean things about Bobby and me and I'm not sure

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Well, I have some good news--for my belly button, anyway. While my belly button is still completely weird, my ankles now top my list of gross body parts.  I kind of hate my legs in general, but my ankles are especially bad right now.  They're huge!!  I'm hoping it's just temporary--and not temporary like pregnancy is temporary, but temporary like this morning or even this hour.  I was

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Birthday card from my mom and dad Yesterday was my birthday and it was fabulous. It wasn't just one thing. It was everything. I woke up with no expectations.  Standing in the shower, I reminded myself that it was my birthday and I kind of vaguely wondered if it would mean anything to me at all this year.  Then I got to work...and it was a great day.  My coworkers brought donuts they

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This is my last week on the early schedule.  I don't think I'll miss it--although, I will miss having weekends off.  I'll be working Wednesday through Sunday for the rest of October and then, in November, I'm switching to Saturday through Wednesday--and that should be my schedule through the end of the year (when I go out on maternity leave).  Waking up early is just sooo not my thing, but it's

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I spent almost an hour on the treadmill after work today--and work was an eight-hour shift spent almost entirely on my feet, walking up and down the aisles, squatting near desks, answering questions, and then running to the next raised hand.  I was tired before I started my hour on the treadmill.  I took it slow.  I didn't worry about speed and averaged only about 2.7-ish MPH (staying between

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Here's a picture Bobby took after our doctor's appointment on Wednesday:   I was actually feeling kind of cute on Wednesday.   ...until I saw this picture, anyway. I could make excuses--it was the end of a long day. I'd slept late and skipped my shower and rushed to get to work on time (at 6:30 AM).  I went to the gym straight after work, built up a nice sweat, and then changed

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Yesterday, my alarm went off at 5:15 AM.  I got up and hit snooze and took the phone (the alarm is on my phone) back to my bed for ten minutes.  It rang again.  I hit snooze again, but I got up and started getting ready.  It rang a third time and I started rushing.  By the fourth alarm, I was already in my car. I like hitting snooze, apparently--even when I'm not going back to bed. The

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I hurt. I spent most of the day on my feet and then I stopped at the gym for a few minutes after work and I think I tweaked a bum muscle or something.  Too much of an incline on the treadmill?  Too many hours pacing up and down the aisles at work?  Too much baby in my middle?   I don't know, but it's barely 7 o'clock and I'm ready to call it a night. Friday nights are such a party at my

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Did I mention that I have a crib? Pretty cool, huh? I bought it on craigslist on Sunday and I put it together on Monday night.   Putting it together was so much work!  I started late and I was so tired by the time I finished that I just wanted to sit down and cry--from exhaustion, not joy or depression or anything else. Last night (Tuesday night), I pushed the furniture around a

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I've said it before and I can promise you that I'll say it again - I hate mornings. I am so NOT a morning person. My alarm rang at 5:15 this morning.  I have to be at work at 6:30 (with a 30-minute commute depending on traffic) and I have to stop at the grocery store on my way in.  Why I'm blogging, I can't explain.  I just want everyone to know how much I truly-truly hate-hate-hate 5:15

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I dreamed about my little monster last night. I was holding my baby.  He was light-skinned, but not pink like me.  He had dark undertones but pale skin and I thought I saw a little bit of a birthmark line on his face--nothing crazy though, and he had curly hair.  He was a he in my dream, a tiny baby boy.  I think he was wearing a red and blue striped long-sleeved onesie.  I stared and

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Oh, my goodness.  Oh, my goodness! Painting my toenails is a whole lot harder than it used to be.   It's harder but not impossible.  Not yet, anyway.  I struggled over my toes for almost an hour and now I'm sitting with my feet up, waiting for the paint to dry--which means, of course, that I was at least mildly successful, but ... oh, my goodness!  All that bending!  I hurt.  Whether I'm

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I took this picture from the parking lot at work a few days ago. I thought the color of the sky was too-too beautiful to go undocumented.  I hope it shows up at least a little.  If you look back to the beginning of this blog, you'll see that I've always enjoyed snapping pictures of skies and light poles.  Is that weird?  I used to carry a camera everywhere.  Now I just use my phone.  

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I finally caught up on some much needed sleep and it was wonderful. Today was a lazy day. I slept in, spent some quality time on the phone, tended my little backyard garden (Hooray for Phoenix in September!--I planted tomatoes, peppers, and strawberries this weekend.  Yippee!), and then I met Bobby at the mall.  We looked at baby stuff, bought some little socks and onesies, walked and

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Googling pregnancy and depression tonight. I've decided that I don't like being pregnant.  Does that make me a bad person?  I hate feeling huge.  I hate the way my belly button looks.  I hate having strangers ask about my due date.  I hate the knowing and friendly looks--aimed straight at my belly--that I get from the cashiers at Target and Fry's.  I hate when my coworkers ask if I'm okay to

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I had a great day.  I love my job right now.  I write too much about the things I don't like.  I like my job and maybe I need to say it sometimes ... but, oh my goodness! ... everything hurts.  I spent the day running around in flat sandals.  I don't do flat shoes.  I don't know how to walk or stand or even just "be" in flat shoes.  My legs don't know how to move in flat shoes.  Even when I

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I'm lonely and swollen. Can I blame the pregnancy for my loneliness? Is it hormones? Swelling, weight gain, discomfort, and loneliness?  Just another symptom of what I'm going through? Of the choice I made and all the thoughts I didn't quite think through?  I always wanted to be a mom, but my house is a mess and I'm a monster and I just can't imagine anything working out the way I'd

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I'm so tired. I weighed myself before work this morning.  It was early.  I'm going in at 6:30 AM for the next few weeks and today was the probably the first time I've been up before 6 o'clock in months.  It was 5:45 AM when I stepped on the scale. I thought I was seeing things.  I hoped I was seeing things.  I stepped off the scale, turned on the lights, and tried again.  Then I stepped off

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Do babies have nightmares? Steven came up to paint the patio for me this weekend and he and Amara are still here.  They've spent the lat two nights at my house, sleeping down the hallway from me ... and the fabulous Amara just woke up in tears about thirty minutes ago.  She looked and sounded so sad, but there was nothing wrong with her--nothing that Steven or I could find, anyway.  Maybe

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It's 4 o'clock in the morning. I've been up for almost two hours ... sick, sick, sick ... shower ... sick, sick, sick ... and now I'm just trying to find a comfortable position while I google second and third trimester nausea and vomiting.  Is it normal?  Am I sick?  Is this something I should look forward to from now on?  I think I've been sick (as in nauseous) more often in the past two

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A friend at work asked if I've started keeping a pregnancy journal. I said I had ... "kind of." "What does that mean?" he asked. I didn't want to tell my friend about this blog so I didn't explain that I'd started writing about my pregnancy in a blah-blah-blog that I've had for years.  Instead I said I was trying to keep a journal, but it was mostly just whiny posts about being fat

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Don't walk like a pregnant woman.   That was my mantra yesterday. I whispered it to myself, over and over again, every time I had to cross the building.  I could feel myself ... not waddling, necessarily, but walking funny.  How can I describe it?  I couldn't see myself, obviously, but I felt different.  I've read about joints getting looser and stuff.  I think it's happening.  I felt

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The story I wanted to tell last night doesn't seem as captivating this morning. Which means this post probably won't be worth the build-up. I left Chandler at 10:30 on Sunday morning.  Traffic was steady, but not too heavy and I was making good time between Chandler and Casa Grande.  There was a lot of road construction in and around Casa Grande and I slowed from 80-ish MPH to 70-ish MPH

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What a wild and weird weekend. I have so may stories to tell, but I hardly know how to start. ...I guess the beginning is always a good place. I think I mentioned the hospital tour on Saturday in my last post?  The tour was informative, but I got a hot flash or something (am I pregnant or menopausal?) toward the end and missed the last five minutes of it.  Bobby seemed a little

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I'm sitting in the lobby at Dolce, waiting to get my hair colored and crossing my fingers that things go better this time.  I came here earlier this week for a haircut and ended up throwing up in the bathroom twice before leaving with half-dried hair.  I was embarrassed and miserable and maybe I shouldn't have come back so soon, but I just want to find a way to look (or at least feel like I

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My baby loves Neil Diamond. Seriously. I sometimes listen to the oldies station when I'm driving to work.  Twice, when a Neil Diamond song started playing, the baby started moving (dancing?) all over.  So, I downloaded some Neil Diamond.  I just turned on a song today for the first time.  And, suddenly, there's a little monster moving inside me, a Neil Diamond-loving monster. Or maybe the baby

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It's the last day of August.   I really hope September brings cooler temperatures. Hot, hot, hot!  August is the month when I question why I'm living in Phoenix.    The heat's okay at first.  In late-May and early-June, the heat's still new and it feels good.  You still remember the cooler months and feel excited about going to the pool.  Maybe you can even slip into a long-sleeved shirt at

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The thought of the three and a half months of weight gain still ahead terrifies me. Seriously. It terrifies me. I feel like a monster already.  I know weight gain is necessary, but I think I'm gaining weight too fast.  When I imagine continuing to gain weight for another fifteen weeks, it kills me.  I'm still in the second trimester.  This is supposed to be the easy trimester, but I'm sicker

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I hurt all over. Instead of getting up and fixing myself some food this morning, I had a box of Nerds for breakfast and I washed it down with lemonade.  Don't ask why. There's no reasonable explanation.  Just accept that I had candy and sugar water for breakfast and nothing else.  And it was a big box of candy--a theater-sized box--a rainbow assortment of Nerds--that I bought on sale this

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Here's the nursery rhyme I was referencing last night (super-early this morning).  I suggested that I'd swallowed a fly--although, I guess, according to this, the baby is more like the spider than the fly.  So perhaps I won't die!  I'll definitely stop before I get to the horse, I promise you that.... There Was An Old Woman There was an old woman who swallowed a fly, I don't know

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It's the middle of the night, Dozer is snoring, and I have iTunes set to shuffle. Am I lonely?  I'm not sure. Tonight is just like every other night. It's midnight and I'm alone in the dark, sleepily staring at the computer, sleepily not sleeping--just me, the smelly dog, and the little thing that wriggles and jiggles and tickles inside. Am I the old lady who swallowed a fly? This is what I

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According to babycenter.com, my uterus is the size of a soccer ball this week. Ouch! Who carries a soccer ball on the inside?  No wonder I feel so stretched out. ...and, let me add, round ligament pain is no joke.  I woke up on my right side this morning, turned to my left, and felt such a strong stab that I actually reached down to see what was in my bed.  I thought a sharp stick had hit my

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