Thursday, February 25, 2010

Caged Animal

When Brett runs upstairs ahead of me, 5 times out of 10 this is where I'll find him, hanging with Sasha in her crate - happy as a clam.

In fact, a few months ago, Steve swears Brett made his first joke in the crate. He said, "Brett, do you think you are a doggie?". Brett said, "Woof, woof" and laughed.

Once again, what I would give to be inside his head....

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Turning a Corner

Well, I know I've been moaning and complaining on here, and especially on Facebook over the past 3 months. As I stated earlier, either pregnancy amnesia hit me full force and I don't remember how bad it really was with Brett, or this one has REALLY been more difficult for me.

But, I'd say about a week and a half ago things really started to turn around for the better. And even though mother nature has been mean this year with all of the snow, my mood has actually lifted a little bit (I am guessing it has more to do with the fact that I feel human and less about the fact that there is still 1/2 a foot of snow on the ground).

And, to go along with that, last Thursday was my 12 week appointment. Everything went smoothly, including the fact that I hadn't gained, but lost about 1/2 a pound (which is good, considering as I have stated before, I am a pregnant hippo this time around). I'm sure that number will increase next month as the baby grows...but at least I have hope that by being more careful with my food selections this time around I can gain less weight.

The best part of the appointment was hearing the heartbeat, of course. The doctor said it usually takes a couple of minutes to find it this early in the pregnancy because the baby is so small, but she found it right away, and it sounded steady and strong. That, of course, made my whole day. Otherwise, since this is round #2 for me, I really didn't have any other questions or concerns so it was a pretty short appointment.

Brett came with me, as I imagine he will for most of my appointments. He did well, but the poor kiddo still doesn't have a clue. We've tried to talk to him about the baby but I don't know that any of it is sinking in. I have a feeling he'll be surprised come next summer!

And, my belly is definitely a pregnant belly. It was a little bit of a pooch for the first few weeks, but I'd say within the past 2 weeks or so, it's started to round out enough that I look about equivalent to where I was with Brett when he was 4 months in utero.

As of Tuesday, I'm officially 13 weeks, and am happy to move into the second trimester :)

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Reverse Lap Dog

Sasha is Brett's own personal lazy boy (uh, dog) and she really doesn't mind!

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Hello? Anyone out there???

I am having one of THOSE days....tired, stir crazy, anxious. First of all, I started freaking out a couple of hours ago when I thought back to my doctor appointment yesterday. I went to an ENT for what is now for sure an Afrin addiction (don't get started on the nose spray people, it's NOT pretty)... and the doctor took my temp... 97.8. Now I normally have a lower temp anyway, like 97.5, 97.7, but isn't my temp supposed to be HIGHER right now? I was temping for about 3 months before we got pregnant, checking my temp every morning before I got up to figure out my cycle. The second half of my cycle saw temps above 98.0. And, isn't your body supposed to keep up a higher temp during your pregnancy? Now, I have no other reason to go on that anything is wrong at all. I just hit 11 weeks today, so could this just be a fluke? I've read about signs of miscarriage and no where does it say "lower temperature". I just hope I stop freaking out until I get to the doc next Thursday.

Ugh. And, it's that time of year... you know the time when it's bitterly cold and snowy and you just feel like a shut in. I HATE driving in this weather, and since I have no where I have to go today, I am hanging at home with B. But the minutes feel like hours and ugh.

Which brings me to my next thought... Seasonal Affective Disorder does NOT mix well with pregnancy. I usually take a "happy pill" of sorts during the winter to get me through and to pick up my depression. Well, as soon as I found out I was preggers in late December I immediately stopped taking my happy pill. My doc says it is "probably safe" to stay on, but who wants to risk it? I'd rather be sad than have a harmed baby. The normal mood fluctuations and hormones associated with pregnancy don't help this either... as well as the constant feeling of being "fat" pregnant this time (this only kicked in when I REALLY realized what I weighed at my first appointment last month). I am worried about running into old friends even now because they'll just think I'm fat. Ugh.

And, finally, I can't even seem to find human contact on my addiction of addictions.... Facebook. They made changes to the format and now I only see like 10 posts by anyone all day. Okay, I have like 350 friends... something is not right here. So, it seems like in addition to feeling as though I am cut off from the world by the weather, I am also cut off via Facebook.

Sigh. I REALLY can't wait until spring. I am so over all of this.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Disclaimer: I am NOT a football fan

So, I am not a football fan in any way shape or form, but since the Colts are playing in the Superbowl today, I figured I might as well take the tags off the jersey that my parents gave him for Christmas (I figured since it was short sleeved it would be more of a spring/summer shirt) and put it on him.

So, here are pics to prove that Brett has a Colts jersey, even though his parents don't. And, I personally don't really need one. But, hey, happy big fat football day everyone.