Week 11

I don't have a fancy title for this week since Christmas just passed. It was weird to think this was our last Christmas as just a family of two (or three if you count our dog). Christmas will be less focused on us next year and more focused on the peanut growing inside of me. Not that Christmas is every "just focused on us" but with a new baby, we're likely to be easily forgotten. Or so says my father-in-law.

My pants are tighter as my belly is expanding a little each day. I'm starting to have cravings, and my husband made his first craving run the other night at 8pm. For cinnamon buns. We both enjoyed that tasty snack I might add. I go back to the doctor's next Wednesday for a first trimester screening and I'm excited to see how developed our peanut is. 5 weeks ago he or she was just a ink blot on the screen. We should be able to see arms and legs and a defined head now. My energy levels are picking back up slowly but surely. I stayed awake until 11:00 last night. It's probably been 11 weeks since that's happened.

All in all we're doing well. Hello Week 11!

Houston, We Have A Heartbeat

This was certainly an interesting weekend. I spent all of Sunday morning and part of the afternoon in the labor and delivery unit at the local hospital. I had a burning cramping sensation Saturday night and woke up with it Sunday morning. After hemming and hawing, I decided it would be best to have it checked out. The doctor at Urgent Care enthusiastically told me I had won a trip to the ER. Awesome. Not. My husband met me in the ER and I was taken upstairs to labor and delivery to have my insides examined. After some pulling and some pushing, it was determined nothing was wrong other than constipation. Awesome. Not. Well, sort of. Awesome the baby is still safe in place, not because, well, constipation is just not awesome. We WERE able to hear the peanut's heartbeat. Very Awesome. I think I actually giggled when I heard it.

I shared the news with our friends at large last night and my coworkers this morning. The news is officially out. We welcome Week 10 with another leap forward.

Chugging Along

Week 9 is approaching and my body is starting to exhibit signs of being knocked up. For the first time in 25 years, I've getting boobs. But along with my growing cup size is growing pains. Let me tell you, they ain't fun. My stomach has lost the flatness that I arrogantly boasted about for so long and my appetite has increased two maybe three fold. My hormones are crazy all of the time and my morning sickness comes at the most inopportune times. But, we're chugging along.

This past weekend my husband and I headed to a good friend's wedding in Pennsylvania. As a groomsmen he sat at the head table so I spent the majority of Saturday night trying to coax my friends into believing I was drinking. My best friend (whose boyfriend also happened to be in the wedding) chugged a beer for me and then filled it up with water at the fountain. When she returned to the table with my full beer, another friend asked if he could try the IPA. He proceeded to try and take the beer to try a sip. I panicked and yelled at him to get his own beer, the line for drinks was a mile long after all. Taken back, he released my "beer". I knew he would blurt out how watery the beer tasted and then another friend would want to try it and alas my cover would be blown. I can't wait to tell this story to our friends, I definitely didn't do it justice in relaying the story just now but it was hilarious. My face turned bright red and our friend probably thought I was crazy.

A great weekend, but Monday brought with it a very tired pregnant woman. Ahh, another week down, another leap forward.

Hormone Extravaganza

Friday I had my first hormonal rage. I'd like to formally apologize to my husband, who I hung up on, and my mother, who I told to stop calling me. Lovely wife and daughter, I know.

A relaxing day off from work turned into the afternoon of hell. My work Christmas party was last Friday night, which consequently fell on the day before my husband and I were leaving at the crack of dawn for New York City. My Christmas party was also a half hour toward our intended destination Friday (we were catching a bus to NY); however, we have a dog. We were pretty sure the restaurant would frown upon the dog participating in the Christmas festivities so my mom and I had arranged for her to pick the dog up Friday afternoon at the airport where her plane was arriving, conveniently located a half hour from my house. Some miscommunication occurred, I assumed we were meeting at a gas station AT the airport, she chose one outside of the airport and long story short I got lost. The dog and I proceeded back down 695 to return home.

And the hormones began. Tears began to swell behind my eyes and a pressure headache came out of nowhere. Sobbing ensued. My mom called to make sure I was headed back in the right direction and I snapped at her. I called my husband to vent and he was completely nonplussed by my story, in turn this led me to hang up on him. A situation that on a normal day may lead me to be somewhat irritated but not borderline mental, which is what I was. A sobbing, hot mess, mental case. Thankfully, it passed. On to Week 8!