So while wandering around facebook today I saw a little side ad for Pacimals. What are Pacimals you ask? Well they are a stuffed animal that is also a pacifier. I have not really decided where I am on the whole pacifier debate, but I am currently leaning toward, "if it keeps the baby quiet then let the baby have it." And what better way of keeping a pacifier there then with a stuffed animal!
After looking them up online I found the place that had the most of them was here:
http://babybungalow.com/pahulopa.html
While the place that told the most about them was here:
https://www.pacimals.com
Way cute! Doesn't hurt that I am a huge stuffed animal fan.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Heartbeat
This morning I had my doctor's appointment. They had me pee in a cup again, no misshaps this time, other than someone opening the stall door on me (stupid lock didn't work). Then the doctor had me go into an exam room where she used a doppler on me. For those who don't know a doppler is used much like an ultrasound, except you don't see anything, instead you hear. We were able to hear the baby's heartbeat and every so often her it move around. I told her about how sick I have been and she said that it is a good thing and that the baby is probably a girl if I am so sick. I told her that I had a feeling it was.
Kevin wasn't able to come due to some awful insomnia last night, he finally got to bed about 2 hours before my appointment. Poor boy. I told him he better be there for the next one, even if he has to take a sleeping pill.
My next appointment is on August 19th. And then the next after that will probably be my ultrasound to see the gender. Yay!
Kevin wasn't able to come due to some awful insomnia last night, he finally got to bed about 2 hours before my appointment. Poor boy. I told him he better be there for the next one, even if he has to take a sleeping pill.
My next appointment is on August 19th. And then the next after that will probably be my ultrasound to see the gender. Yay!
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Still sick
This morning I brushed my teeth during my morning routine and when I began to spit my stomach went all the way. Early morning vomiting seems to effect me less than midday vomiting. I can shake off the shakes, and wipe away the tears, and go about my day. I still feel like I could use a nap though. Which doesn't help when I am tired. Which I am always tired.
I bought chicken fingers and onion rings last night, because they both sounded super tasty and I was hungry. Turns out I couldn't handle the smell of the onion rings. The chicken fingers I ate with nothing on them. Sometimes BBQ sauce is too much for me too, and Ranch dressing seems to have become my enemy.
I want ice cream, and I know I have some cherry vanilla at home waiting for me. The idea of a Wendy's frosty sounds very appealing as well. Other than that nothing sounds good. It seems to be a vicious cycle, I find myself having to eat, but nothing sounds good, so I eat very little of what I can handle, until I am at least a little full, hoping it will last longer than what it will, soon, too soon though my stomach is making sounds again and I find myself having to eat. Then throw in that everytime my stomach is empty it punishes me by making me nauseous. Makes sense right? Stomach empty so throw up whatever might be in there. No, you are right, it makes no sense what so ever.
But, no icecream for me. I have a beef tamalie waiting for me for lunch, that and a can of ginger ale. Can I make it that long though? The sour candies that I brought to keep my stomach calm say no. The crackers tell me they are not for me. I hate food, why does it always turn on me just when I thought I could trust it. I am not looking forward to the day when the tamalies turn on me. They have been a reliable lunch food, I don't know where I will go when they betray me.
It is odd, it is this week that things are supposed to get better, I am supposed to start feeling better, I should stop feeling sick and everything should be all happy. But no, things are getting worse instead. I seriously fear that I may have another six months of this.
I bought chicken fingers and onion rings last night, because they both sounded super tasty and I was hungry. Turns out I couldn't handle the smell of the onion rings. The chicken fingers I ate with nothing on them. Sometimes BBQ sauce is too much for me too, and Ranch dressing seems to have become my enemy.
I want ice cream, and I know I have some cherry vanilla at home waiting for me. The idea of a Wendy's frosty sounds very appealing as well. Other than that nothing sounds good. It seems to be a vicious cycle, I find myself having to eat, but nothing sounds good, so I eat very little of what I can handle, until I am at least a little full, hoping it will last longer than what it will, soon, too soon though my stomach is making sounds again and I find myself having to eat. Then throw in that everytime my stomach is empty it punishes me by making me nauseous. Makes sense right? Stomach empty so throw up whatever might be in there. No, you are right, it makes no sense what so ever.
But, no icecream for me. I have a beef tamalie waiting for me for lunch, that and a can of ginger ale. Can I make it that long though? The sour candies that I brought to keep my stomach calm say no. The crackers tell me they are not for me. I hate food, why does it always turn on me just when I thought I could trust it. I am not looking forward to the day when the tamalies turn on me. They have been a reliable lunch food, I don't know where I will go when they betray me.
It is odd, it is this week that things are supposed to get better, I am supposed to start feeling better, I should stop feeling sick and everything should be all happy. But no, things are getting worse instead. I seriously fear that I may have another six months of this.
Monday, July 26, 2010
How is the little one?
How is the little one? This is a question that frustrates me to no end. At this point all I know is that I am getting bigger and feeling sick and out of sorts at times. I don't actually "know" how the little thing that is growing inside me is doing. I don't know it's feelings or even if it can hear me yet, I don't know what gender it is or even if it is doing ok. All I know is that I seem to be ok and hopefully it is too.
This question though is one that one of my co-workers loves to ask me on a daily basis.
"How is the little one?"
"I don't know, I just feel sick."
"How is the little one?"
"Not a clue, still sick though."
Finally today I guess I kind of broke.
"How is the little one?"
"I don't know, I don't know, I never know, as far as I know it is fine but I really just don't know. It makes me sick, that I all I know."
"Uhh, ok, didn't mean to make you upset, just wondering how it is."
"I'm not upset, I just don't know."
"Oh, well some ladies will say, 'Oh, he's moving around, or he is kicking up a storm.' So I just wondered, I will ask how you are from now on."
"Thats fine, it is still too early for me to feel it move, so I really have no clue now, it is still pretty early on."
I didn't really mean to make her feel bad, but then again I really hate that question since I don't have an answer to it. I thought about appoligizing, but she seemed fine a few minutes later so I think I will let it go. Maybe she will stop asking.
As it is, I am in the middle of week 13 now and still sick as a dog. I hope I am just late in losing the nausea, but I could very well just have to deal with this all pregnancy long. Ugh.
This question though is one that one of my co-workers loves to ask me on a daily basis.
"How is the little one?"
"I don't know, I just feel sick."
"How is the little one?"
"Not a clue, still sick though."
Finally today I guess I kind of broke.
"How is the little one?"
"I don't know, I don't know, I never know, as far as I know it is fine but I really just don't know. It makes me sick, that I all I know."
"Uhh, ok, didn't mean to make you upset, just wondering how it is."
"I'm not upset, I just don't know."
"Oh, well some ladies will say, 'Oh, he's moving around, or he is kicking up a storm.' So I just wondered, I will ask how you are from now on."
"Thats fine, it is still too early for me to feel it move, so I really have no clue now, it is still pretty early on."
I didn't really mean to make her feel bad, but then again I really hate that question since I don't have an answer to it. I thought about appoligizing, but she seemed fine a few minutes later so I think I will let it go. Maybe she will stop asking.
As it is, I am in the middle of week 13 now and still sick as a dog. I hope I am just late in losing the nausea, but I could very well just have to deal with this all pregnancy long. Ugh.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Adventures and Week 13
So tomorrow is the start of week 13, or as it is also referred to, the beginning of the second trimester. This also means that chances of miscarriage go down significantly. Yay!
On the other hand, I have been peeing a lot lately. Our local community college (the one we live right next to) is has a play called Urinetown. Every time I pass the sign that announces it I have mixed feelings, mostly I don't want to see it. But it also gets me thinking, someone should do something called Urine Nation. Hehehehe, ok enough bathroom humor. Seriously though I have to plot out my day based on the bathroom and how soon I can next use it.
With that in mind, today was rather interesting. Today I had an outing for work in downtown Chicago. Chicago is not my favorite town, in fact of all the big cities I have been in Chicago is my least favorite. Probably due to the fact that every time I go to Chicago I get nervous and have a slightly scary to terrifying experience. So there I was with my two bottles of water, bag of munchies and candies to keep me from vomiting, wandering (thankfully with another co-worker) through Chicago to the meeting place. It is bad when you have to pee often and every place smells like a sewer. On the way home today I was telling my co-worker (who lives in the same town as I do and was getting off on the same stop) that I wanted to go home and take a nap. I said to her, "It is going to be 'Home, pee, nap'", and she said, "In that order?" and I said, "Well actually it will be, 'Home, pee, dogs, nap' in that order." Which I wish I could say was what happened, but it actually happened more like this, "Home, pee, dogs, shopping, no nap." Tired...
Well wanted to post this before I pass out, so here it is, Week 13, Adventures in Chicago, and Pee. What more could you ask for?! :)
On the other hand, I have been peeing a lot lately. Our local community college (the one we live right next to) is has a play called Urinetown. Every time I pass the sign that announces it I have mixed feelings, mostly I don't want to see it. But it also gets me thinking, someone should do something called Urine Nation. Hehehehe, ok enough bathroom humor. Seriously though I have to plot out my day based on the bathroom and how soon I can next use it.
With that in mind, today was rather interesting. Today I had an outing for work in downtown Chicago. Chicago is not my favorite town, in fact of all the big cities I have been in Chicago is my least favorite. Probably due to the fact that every time I go to Chicago I get nervous and have a slightly scary to terrifying experience. So there I was with my two bottles of water, bag of munchies and candies to keep me from vomiting, wandering (thankfully with another co-worker) through Chicago to the meeting place. It is bad when you have to pee often and every place smells like a sewer. On the way home today I was telling my co-worker (who lives in the same town as I do and was getting off on the same stop) that I wanted to go home and take a nap. I said to her, "It is going to be 'Home, pee, nap'", and she said, "In that order?" and I said, "Well actually it will be, 'Home, pee, dogs, nap' in that order." Which I wish I could say was what happened, but it actually happened more like this, "Home, pee, dogs, shopping, no nap." Tired...
Well wanted to post this before I pass out, so here it is, Week 13, Adventures in Chicago, and Pee. What more could you ask for?! :)
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Thursday, July 8, 2010
They made me do it
So I was thinking back on my doctor appointment from earlier this week and some of the questions they asked me. For example they wanted to know the last day of my last period. Which I suppose most pregnant women know as it tells them how far along they are and when their baby is most likely due. But my period was started by the Fertility Clinic and the date of it has less to do with how far along I am as they had me take things to keep from having another period. In fact my due date and such is based off when the embryos were implanted. So when the nurse asked about my period I told her it was April something, but I was pretty sure there was paperwork on it somewhere. She gave me a strange look until I explained that I got pregnant through a fertility clinic and that they started my period on a certain date and had it end on a certain date so there would probably be paperwork on it. I find it interesting that there are so many parts of my pregnancy like that, where everything was scheduled for a certain time and thus everything is documented somewhere.
As follow ups to some of the things I have brought up in other posts. Regarding my extra meds, I called the Fertility Clinic to see if there was somewhere I could donate them to. And they told me I could bring them in to the clinic, so yesterday I dropped off my box of extra meds, which cleared up a big area in my house.
I finally got a chance to look through the folder that I got from the Obgyn appointment. It has a lot of helpful info such as when to call your doctor, what you can do for certain things, exercises you can do throughout pregnancy, tips on nausea, tips on baby movement counting, tips on labor and false labor and how to tell the difference. And it has a pregnancy planner, a Fit Pregnancy magazine and a magazine that goes through the different weeks of the pregnancy and what happens.
The travel pack of formula expires February of next year so if the baby does come on its due date of Jan 28th then we should be good.
As follow ups to some of the things I have brought up in other posts. Regarding my extra meds, I called the Fertility Clinic to see if there was somewhere I could donate them to. And they told me I could bring them in to the clinic, so yesterday I dropped off my box of extra meds, which cleared up a big area in my house.
I finally got a chance to look through the folder that I got from the Obgyn appointment. It has a lot of helpful info such as when to call your doctor, what you can do for certain things, exercises you can do throughout pregnancy, tips on nausea, tips on baby movement counting, tips on labor and false labor and how to tell the difference. And it has a pregnancy planner, a Fit Pregnancy magazine and a magazine that goes through the different weeks of the pregnancy and what happens.
The travel pack of formula expires February of next year so if the baby does come on its due date of Jan 28th then we should be good.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Missing the Fertility Clinic already
Today was my first doctor appointment with my regular Obgyn, it was interesting. I am already missing the fertility clinic. Appointment was at 9 am. Got to the doctor’s office early, and they had me fill out paperwork. That was interesting, seeing as they were my obgyn office before I went to the fertility clinic. Filled out the paperwork, got my paperwork from the fertility clinic from the car. And sat and waited with Kevin in the waiting room. Finally about 9:30 am they called me back. A nurse asked me a bunch of questions about myself and my pregnancy and everything. One question was what is my religion. I was a bit surprised by that, but I suppose it makes sense as some religions require certain things. Then she took my blood after asking when the last time I was tested for STDs was. Then she took blood to test for that and who knows what else. So this means that within a year I have been tested three times for STDs. Then she asked me for a urine sample. The cup she gave me was odd, and I wasn’t quite sure how to work it. So I tried to use it how it seemed to work, but I got it wrong. I think I got enough urine in the cup for them by the end, but I am not sure. To give an example of how weird the cup was, I accidentally pricked my finger on the cup. That’s right, I stabbed myself with the cup hard enough to draw blood. Weird cup.
After that whole ordeal they took me and Kevin to a room where we met with the doctor and talked a bit. She discussed the pregnancy with us, and how we got pregnant, took a look at the paperwork from the fertility clinic, talked about her expectations with the pregnancy and what we should expect. Then she took us to another room where she would be giving me an exam. Inside was a paper shirt and paper lap blanket. So I put on my paper outfit and Kevin and I wait, and wait, and wait. At one point I say to Kevin, “I just love it when they put me in nothing but a paper outfit and leave me to wait for 30 minutes in a cold exam room.” He asked me if this had happened before and I said, “Yes, but it is better this time because I have someone to talk to while I wait.” Finally the doctor came in and gave me my exam, which was more like a physical, with PAP smear and everything. I asked her a few more questions, about exercise, and pregnancy tea, and sleeping positions. Yes I can exercise on the elliptical, but I have to start slowly, no she didn’t know anything about pregnancy tea, as for sleeping positions I can sleep however I want to just as long as I get lots of sleep. Then she gave me a folder full of stuff, a travel bag with what looked like formula in it (weird), and told me to make another appointment for three weeks from then.
So my next appointment is on the 29th and my next ultrasound is in September at my 20 week mark. I want to see the baby sooner, but I guess I will have to wait. Yes, I miss the fertility clinic greatly. Speaking of which I need to call them and see if I can donate my excess fertility meds somewhere. We don’t need them and probably won’t need them for another few years. So I want to get them out of the house as we need to get the house ready for selling.
After that whole ordeal they took me and Kevin to a room where we met with the doctor and talked a bit. She discussed the pregnancy with us, and how we got pregnant, took a look at the paperwork from the fertility clinic, talked about her expectations with the pregnancy and what we should expect. Then she took us to another room where she would be giving me an exam. Inside was a paper shirt and paper lap blanket. So I put on my paper outfit and Kevin and I wait, and wait, and wait. At one point I say to Kevin, “I just love it when they put me in nothing but a paper outfit and leave me to wait for 30 minutes in a cold exam room.” He asked me if this had happened before and I said, “Yes, but it is better this time because I have someone to talk to while I wait.” Finally the doctor came in and gave me my exam, which was more like a physical, with PAP smear and everything. I asked her a few more questions, about exercise, and pregnancy tea, and sleeping positions. Yes I can exercise on the elliptical, but I have to start slowly, no she didn’t know anything about pregnancy tea, as for sleeping positions I can sleep however I want to just as long as I get lots of sleep. Then she gave me a folder full of stuff, a travel bag with what looked like formula in it (weird), and told me to make another appointment for three weeks from then.
So my next appointment is on the 29th and my next ultrasound is in September at my 20 week mark. I want to see the baby sooner, but I guess I will have to wait. Yes, I miss the fertility clinic greatly. Speaking of which I need to call them and see if I can donate my excess fertility meds somewhere. We don’t need them and probably won’t need them for another few years. So I want to get them out of the house as we need to get the house ready for selling.
Friday, July 2, 2010
Maternity products
So today I decided to visit the website of a pregnancy magazine I saw at the fertility clinic. The magazine is Fit Pregnancy (for anyone interested). While there I signed up for a few sweepstakes (everyone can afford to win free stuff, especially expensive strollers and such) and checked out their "finds and favorites" page, which is a list of different types of products. Looking through the page I see baby dopplers (for hearing your baby's heartbeat in the womb), tummy wraps for after delivery, maternity clothes, baby carriers, diaper bags, gender prediction tests, and then I come across two products that boggle my mind.
Now these boggle not because of what they are but rather because of their names. The first is "Mother Tucker", the description is as follows: "Mother Tucker is the ultimate compression tank top. Don't nip it or suck it, just Mother Tuck-it!" Yeeeaaahhh. Ok, was I not the only one who saw through their little sound alike name? Yeah, don't think I will be using that, don't want to say to someone, "I'm using a Mother Tucker!" and have them mishear me.
The second is a shop for breastfeeding. Sounds ok so far right? The name of the shop is, "Yummy Mummy". Thats right Mummy is yummy... ok, so very wrong. I get what they are trying to get at with their name, but still, it is just not quite right.
Sometimes I wonder about what message some of these companies are trying to get across to their customers.
Now these boggle not because of what they are but rather because of their names. The first is "Mother Tucker", the description is as follows: "Mother Tucker is the ultimate compression tank top. Don't nip it or suck it, just Mother Tuck-it!" Yeeeaaahhh. Ok, was I not the only one who saw through their little sound alike name? Yeah, don't think I will be using that, don't want to say to someone, "I'm using a Mother Tucker!" and have them mishear me.
The second is a shop for breastfeeding. Sounds ok so far right? The name of the shop is, "Yummy Mummy". Thats right Mummy is yummy... ok, so very wrong. I get what they are trying to get at with their name, but still, it is just not quite right.
Sometimes I wonder about what message some of these companies are trying to get across to their customers.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
No more shots!
So I had my exit appointment with my fertility doctor. She gave me a gift, told me congratulations (this is the first time I had seen her since she put the embryos in me), gave me the stuff that I need to take to my first appointment with my regular Obgyn, and told me I could stop the progesterone shots.
Yay for no more shots!! It is the first time since April that I will not be sticking metal needles into me! Yay for that!
I am not sure how I feel about going back to my regular OB, I will miss the prompt service of the fertility clinic. They asked me to contact them when I have my baby and let them know that it arrived healthy. I will happily do so, they are the ones who got me pregnant, they should know when I have the baby.
My next appointment is next Tuesday, right after the holiday weekend. This weekend's plans involve Rochelle and hanging out with the family. Should be fun!
Yay for no more shots!! It is the first time since April that I will not be sticking metal needles into me! Yay for that!
I am not sure how I feel about going back to my regular OB, I will miss the prompt service of the fertility clinic. They asked me to contact them when I have my baby and let them know that it arrived healthy. I will happily do so, they are the ones who got me pregnant, they should know when I have the baby.
My next appointment is next Tuesday, right after the holiday weekend. This weekend's plans involve Rochelle and hanging out with the family. Should be fun!
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