Thursday, January 31, 2013
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Some good news!
Sorry for another quick, mostly wordless update, but I have some terrific news to share. I just weighed myself and am .5 pounds lighter than I was pre-pregnancy! Wahoo! That's not to say I'm looking good...still in maternity clothes and have about 30 lb to go until I'll feel better about myself, but hey, 8 days and I've lost that baby weight is worth celebrating, right!? I shall celebrate with ice cream and potato chips and put it all back on. :)
A few pictures to share...
A few pictures to share...
Swelling is mostly gone so my rings fit again! Yay!
John with my OBGYN, Dr. Quinones. I love her!
I had a quick check up today and everything is looking good. It felt so good to get out of the house.
John with two of his fanclub members, Mampy and Baby-Expert Erich
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Meet John
John Paul Garro, born 1/22/13 at 10:00 am weighing 7 lbs, 5 ozs.
I'll post more soon, promise.
I'll post more soon, promise.
Monday, January 21, 2013
Postpartum Prep aka How to Avoid Irish Twins
Bud likes to dive into things with both feet. Not only is he excited about this baby, but he’s already anxiously awaiting #2, #3, #4, #5, #6, #7, and #8. Yep, he’ll tell anyone who’ll listen that he now wants 8 kids and recently told me that the next pregnancy will be twins, followed by triplets, followed by twins. Ooooooo K. In all fairness, I want 8 dogs so I guess eight is just our number.
Here’s one way to ensure that #2 won’t be making her debut for a little while. This weekend I took Bud to Target with me to get some postpartum recovery supplies. It’s not exactly the sexiest shopping cart you’ve ever seen.
1. Always Overnite Maxi Pads. Nothing says come-hither quite like a maxipad, right?
2. Adult wetwipes. I don’t know what else to call these and don’t think they need any explanation. Especially after you hear about #3.
3. Colace stool softener. Yowza! First time for everything, I guess.
4. Fruit of the Loom fullback undies. Because the sexiest underwear always comes in a 5-pack.
5. New pajama pants, size XL. OK, I may as well call these sweatpants, but pajama pants sound so much better.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
38 weeks...2 to go!
Week: 38…9 and a half months?? Is that a real thing?
Size (according to Babycenter.com): A leek (6.9 lbs and 19.5 inches) Haha, this is a bit off. More on that below.
Total Weight gain: 20 lbs…whoa. Seems like I’ve been consistently gaining 2 pounds per week lately which is not enjoyable. #thisbabybetterbecute
Physically, I'm feeling: About the same as last week or maybe a little better. I think I’m just getting used to being uncomfortable. Knowing that the finish line is so close helps a lot.
The Braxton Hicks contractions are happening more and more frequently. They used to only happen if I was doing something that I shouldn't be doing, but now I’ll get them even if I’m just laying on the couch. I’m hoping that’s my body’s way of getting ready for game day.
Emotionally, I'm feeling: Mostly excited and ready. I survived another week at the office which drug on PAINFULLY slow. This week is a short one (thanks, MLK) and I have a couple out of the office meetings scheduled so I’m hoping it goes a little faster.
Sleep: Good this week. Yay! Of course I was still waking up 2-3 times per night, but I fell asleep easily and went back to sleep pretty well too. A good night’s sleep makes such a huge difference.
Baby's Movement: About the same as last week. He’s definitely running out of room so I don’t feel the big dramatic movements that I used to, but I’ll feel him squirming a few times a day and occasionally some hiccups. My doctors do not seem concerned about the decreased movement so I’m *trying* not to worry about it. Easier said than done.
What I'm nervous about: Oh Lord….I might be having a monster-baby. I had a sonogram at my doctor’s appointment this week so they could estimate the baby’s weight and see his position. Bud was able to come to this appointment and I’m so glad he was there. The good news is that he’s perfectly healthy and in a great position for his birthday. The
The doctor said that sonogram guestimates over-estimate 80% of the time so there’s a good chance he won’t be too monsterish.
What I'm excited about: There’s nothing that makes me happier than a sonogram and hearing that all is well with my little guy. Like I've said before, pregnancy is some stressful shit so any reassurance is welcome.
Anything else?: First, I have to say that Bud and I really like my doctor. I trust him completely and really don’t think that he’d recommend something simply for his own convenience. That being said, Dr. Rebenack already brought up the two words that I DID NOT want to hear…induction and c-section. He was basically just putting them out there as options now that we know we’re dealing with a
Monday, January 14, 2013
37 Weeks...3 to go!
Week: 37…FULL TERM!
Size (according to Babycenter.com): A stalk of Swiss Chard (or 6 1/3 lb and 19”). Let it be noted that my other app (What to Expect) said the babe is a Watermelon as of last Sunday. Holy melon!
Total Weight gain: 18 lbs…babe should be putting on 1/2 lb per week from here on out so the additional weight gain is all me.
Physically, I'm feeling: Same as last week. This 9th month is no joke, but I still don’t want the kid to miss out on anytime that he needs to finish cooking. I’m feeling it mostly in my back and abdomen (can I even call it an abdomen anymore?). I’ve started do some simple stretching and it’s really helping.
I also have a little swelling that started this week….just in my hands and feet. I know it’s a very common and not a very newsworthy pregnant lady problem, but I was hoping because I’d made it this far that I would be one of the lucky few with no swelling. It’s not bad, but enough that I haven’t worn my wedding rings in two days which makes me sad. I can get them on no prob, but they were getting pretty tight by the end of the day. Why risk having to have them cut off, you know? My ring size on those babies is 4.5 and I think I need a 5 to be comfortable at this point. #freakshowtinyhands
I’m hoping that the swelling will stop when it’s not 85 degrees outside and Jacksonville remembers that it’s January. I also want to bow down to women who are 37 weeks pregnant during a Floridian summer. Whoa…there are no words.
Emotionally, I'm feeling: Like the world is moving in slow-mo. I don’t know if it’s because things always speed up around the holidays, but I feel like life flew by in December and the universe is now making up for that by crawling so slowly that my 37-week-self could beat it in a foot race. Come on, February.
Sleep: OK. I’m waking up 2 or 3 times per night to use the bathroom, but am falling back asleep pretty well. I’m annoying tired all day long, but can’t really go to sleep as early as you’d think. I usually go to bed around 10:00, but watch at least 2 hours of tv before turning it off. I mean, the Real Housewives isn’t going to watch itself.
Baby's Movement: Normal, I guess. He’s squirmy a few times a day, but is mostly still. The doctor confirmed at my appointment last week that he is head down (good boy!), but still pretty high (fine by me). She suggested we do an ultrasound at my appointment this week because I haven’t had one since October. I’m thrilled to get to see him again and get some kind of weight estimate. We really have no clue other than my measurements which have been on track.
What I'm nervous about: OK, this is crazy. At my last appointment my doctor casually mentioned, “If we see anything we don’t like in the ultrasound we’re going to send you right over to labor and delivery.” Just like that. She may as well have been ordering Chinese food. I asked her what qualifies as “anything we don’t like” and she said it low amniotic fluid, high amniotic fluid, placenta abruption, etc, etc.
There’s a very, very low chance of next week being THE week, but it’s crazy to think that at this point the baby might be better off on the outside than he is on the inside. If labor started, they wouldn’t do anything to stop it. Whoa.
What I'm excited about: Making it to “Full Term!” I still want these last 3 weeks (I think I do, right?), but I’m pretty pumped to make it to 37 weeks and be considered full term. There haven’t been many times in my life where I’ve been proud of something my body has accomplished (ok, there hasn’t been a SINGLE time), but this is something that makes me pretty damn proud.
Anything else?: Today marks one week since my last sip of caffeine. It’s not like I was drinking a ton of it, but I’d have 1-2 coffees per week and a soda every once and in while. I know that it’s fine to drink a moderate amount of caffeine while knocked up, but I really wanted to detox a little before he’s born so my little guy doesn’t have to have any withdrawals on his birthday. Is that dramatic of me? Totally, but I’ve had caffeine headaches and they are no joke. I’m sure being born is traumatic enough and don’t want to make it even harder on him.
So in addition to champagne in the hospital, I’d like a hilariously sized cup of Dr. Pepper.
PS...don't forget about the What's in My Belly Baby Pool. I've loved seeing all the guesses so far and can't wait to see who wins!
Size (according to Babycenter.com): A stalk of Swiss Chard (or 6 1/3 lb and 19”). Let it be noted that my other app (What to Expect) said the babe is a Watermelon as of last Sunday. Holy melon!
Total Weight gain: 18 lbs…babe should be putting on 1/2 lb per week from here on out so the additional weight gain is all me.
Physically, I'm feeling: Same as last week. This 9th month is no joke, but I still don’t want the kid to miss out on anytime that he needs to finish cooking. I’m feeling it mostly in my back and abdomen (can I even call it an abdomen anymore?). I’ve started do some simple stretching and it’s really helping.
I also have a little swelling that started this week….just in my hands and feet. I know it’s a very common and not a very newsworthy pregnant lady problem, but I was hoping because I’d made it this far that I would be one of the lucky few with no swelling. It’s not bad, but enough that I haven’t worn my wedding rings in two days which makes me sad. I can get them on no prob, but they were getting pretty tight by the end of the day. Why risk having to have them cut off, you know? My ring size on those babies is 4.5 and I think I need a 5 to be comfortable at this point. #freakshowtinyhands
I’m hoping that the swelling will stop when it’s not 85 degrees outside and Jacksonville remembers that it’s January. I also want to bow down to women who are 37 weeks pregnant during a Floridian summer. Whoa…there are no words.
Emotionally, I'm feeling: Like the world is moving in slow-mo. I don’t know if it’s because things always speed up around the holidays, but I feel like life flew by in December and the universe is now making up for that by crawling so slowly that my 37-week-self could beat it in a foot race. Come on, February.
Sleep: OK. I’m waking up 2 or 3 times per night to use the bathroom, but am falling back asleep pretty well. I’m annoying tired all day long, but can’t really go to sleep as early as you’d think. I usually go to bed around 10:00, but watch at least 2 hours of tv before turning it off. I mean, the Real Housewives isn’t going to watch itself.
Baby's Movement: Normal, I guess. He’s squirmy a few times a day, but is mostly still. The doctor confirmed at my appointment last week that he is head down (good boy!), but still pretty high (fine by me). She suggested we do an ultrasound at my appointment this week because I haven’t had one since October. I’m thrilled to get to see him again and get some kind of weight estimate. We really have no clue other than my measurements which have been on track.
What I'm nervous about: OK, this is crazy. At my last appointment my doctor casually mentioned, “If we see anything we don’t like in the ultrasound we’re going to send you right over to labor and delivery.” Just like that. She may as well have been ordering Chinese food. I asked her what qualifies as “anything we don’t like” and she said it low amniotic fluid, high amniotic fluid, placenta abruption, etc, etc.
There’s a very, very low chance of next week being THE week, but it’s crazy to think that at this point the baby might be better off on the outside than he is on the inside. If labor started, they wouldn’t do anything to stop it. Whoa.
What I'm excited about: Making it to “Full Term!” I still want these last 3 weeks (I think I do, right?), but I’m pretty pumped to make it to 37 weeks and be considered full term. There haven’t been many times in my life where I’ve been proud of something my body has accomplished (ok, there hasn’t been a SINGLE time), but this is something that makes me pretty damn proud.
Anything else?: Today marks one week since my last sip of caffeine. It’s not like I was drinking a ton of it, but I’d have 1-2 coffees per week and a soda every once and in while. I know that it’s fine to drink a moderate amount of caffeine while knocked up, but I really wanted to detox a little before he’s born so my little guy doesn’t have to have any withdrawals on his birthday. Is that dramatic of me? Totally, but I’ve had caffeine headaches and they are no joke. I’m sure being born is traumatic enough and don’t want to make it even harder on him.
So in addition to champagne in the hospital, I’d like a hilariously sized cup of Dr. Pepper.
PS...don't forget about the What's in My Belly Baby Pool. I've loved seeing all the guesses so far and can't wait to see who wins!
Friday, January 11, 2013
Overheard at my house
Bud: <<Baby's Name>> is going to be so bad ass.
Me: I don't care if he's bad ass. I just want him to be nice.
Bud: Yea, he'll also be nice. He'll be a badass, but also nice. Like Channing Tatum.
Me: I don't care if he's bad ass. I just want him to be nice.
Bud: Yea, he'll also be nice. He'll be a badass, but also nice. Like Channing Tatum.
So there you have it, ladies and gentlemen. My son, Magic Mike.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
22 Days Left!
OK, I promise I'm not constantly counting down, but 22 days left has to be acknowledged because it's my fave number. 22 4-evah!
With 22 days left, I've started a To Do list. I'll never love a list as much as my sister, but I have to admit it feels pretty damn good to make a list and check things off. Makes me feel like maybe I'm not a total waste of space these days. So here we go...
1. Install car seat base in Jetta. We can wait on Bud's car, but should probably get it in mine sometime soon.
2. Hang things on the nursery walls. They are still nude. We're still waiting for a couple things to come in, but I'd like to start this project soon.
3. Pack a hospital bag. Even though I've read about a billion "This is what to bring to the hospital when you have a baby" blog posts the past couple weeks, I still don't know where to start here. I feel like everything I want to bring the hospital I'm still using. I can go ahead and pack things for the babe, but honestly that's not much. My hospital gives you everything you need except a car seat and a going home outfit.
4. Watch the infant CPR DVD. Bud and I decided to skip the pricey CPR class at the hospital and got an infant CPR DVD on netflix. Obviously, we know that this is important and will gladly pay to take the class if we don't feel totally confident after watching it. But, I think that we'll get just as much out of DVD instruction as we would a live class. Hope so!
5. One last pre-birthday shopping trip for the kid. All the babe needs at this point is a couple more pairs of tiny pants. I don't want his little legs to get cold and doubt he'll fit all the 6 month pants we have waiting for him at first. Oh God, I hope he doesn't fit 6 month pants right off the bat.
6. Buy a few really fun/entertaining new toys to give to U&J when we get home from the hospital.
7. Finish Thank You notes. Just a couple more to go.
With 22 days left, I've started a To Do list. I'll never love a list as much as my sister, but I have to admit it feels pretty damn good to make a list and check things off. Makes me feel like maybe I'm not a total waste of space these days. So here we go...
1. Install car seat base in Jetta. We can wait on Bud's car, but should probably get it in mine sometime soon.
2. Hang things on the nursery walls. They are still nude. We're still waiting for a couple things to come in, but I'd like to start this project soon.
3. Pack a hospital bag. Even though I've read about a billion "This is what to bring to the hospital when you have a baby" blog posts the past couple weeks, I still don't know where to start here. I feel like everything I want to bring the hospital I'm still using. I can go ahead and pack things for the babe, but honestly that's not much. My hospital gives you everything you need except a car seat and a going home outfit.
4. Watch the infant CPR DVD. Bud and I decided to skip the pricey CPR class at the hospital and got an infant CPR DVD on netflix. Obviously, we know that this is important and will gladly pay to take the class if we don't feel totally confident after watching it. But, I think that we'll get just as much out of DVD instruction as we would a live class. Hope so!
5. One last pre-birthday shopping trip for the kid. All the babe needs at this point is a couple more pairs of tiny pants. I don't want his little legs to get cold and doubt he'll fit all the 6 month pants we have waiting for him at first. Oh God, I hope he doesn't fit 6 month pants right off the bat.
6. Buy a few really fun/entertaining new toys to give to U&J when we get home from the hospital.
7. Finish Thank You notes. Just a couple more to go.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
36 Weeks...4 to go!
Week: 36…NINE MONTHS
Size (according to Babycenter.com): A crenshaw melon (18.5 inches and over 6 lbs). What the hell is a crenshaw melon??
Total Weight gain: 16 lbs…told ya the weight would come. This could also be attributed to the crap I’ve been eating lately and lack of exercise/movement. Time to clean up the diet, but it’s easier said than done.
Physically, I'm feeling: Eh…the only way I can describe it is that I feel like I’m 9 months pregnant. I’m mostly ok, but my back gets crazy sore pretty quickly so I’m trying to stay off my feet. It’s funny how quickly this happened. Two weeks ago walking the dogs, cleaning the house, etc. didn’t really bother me, but now it’s definitely noticeable. Pathetic, but manageable because there’s officially a countdown (27ish days!) and then this will start to get better.
Surprisingly, sitting in one position for a long time is just as painful/uncomfortable as walking around. Eight hours at my desk is a killer. If I don’t get up to stretch or move I’ll get a rock hard stomach from Braxton Hicks. Ouch!
Basically, I’m Goldilocks. Too much movement, I’m uncomfortable. Too little movement, I’m uncomfortable. Welcome to month nine, I guess.
Emotionally, I'm feeling: Excited! I have to keep reminding myself that I still could have 4 to 6 weeks left to go and not to get ahead of myself. Yes we still have some stuff to organize, buy, put away, etc., but for the mostly part we are ready.
Sleep: Good this week until last night when I barely slept at all for absolutely no good reason. Last time I saw the clock it was 3:25 am. Pregsomia at its finest.
I’ve been having very vivid dreams this week which have been entertaining. I’ve had two dreams where I only have one arm, a dream where I have 3 sons named Dylan, Pascoe, and Pasquale, a dream were I get into a fight with Bud because he threw away everything that was in our guest room, and on and on. So random and funny.
Baby's Movement: A little less of the big movements, but he’ll still get squirmy a couple times a day. He’s also been getting the hiccups more and more. Three times in one day has been our max so far, but he’s already had them twice today and it’s only 3:00 pm so we’ll see. I’m hoping that means he’s practicing breathing and will come out screaming.
What I'm nervous about: I start weekly “pants off” doctor’s appointments this week. I don’t care how much you love your gyno, pants off doctor’s appointments are never fun. I’m not going to update the blog-world about my lady bits, don’t worry. Some things are best left unsaid, amiright or amiright?
What I'm excited about: Finalizing things in the nursery. I love our little guy’s room and am so excited it’s almost done. We are still waiting for the rocker/ottoman and some decorations we ordered online to come in, but it’s getting close.
Anything else?: Both of Bud’s sisters did a baby pool when they were pregnant and I loved it so I just started one. It only takes a second so I hope you’ll do it. No pressure, but all the guesses are going in the baby book. Click "Join" in the upper right corner. You can login with your facebook ID or create a new login. Winner gets to be the baby’s favorite person for the first year of his life. Needless to say, I really hope I win! (Tip: Turn off the email preferences unless you really want to be notified every time someone makes a guess)
www.whatsinmybelly.com/470
Size (according to Babycenter.com): A crenshaw melon (18.5 inches and over 6 lbs). What the hell is a crenshaw melon??
Total Weight gain: 16 lbs…told ya the weight would come. This could also be attributed to the crap I’ve been eating lately and lack of exercise/movement. Time to clean up the diet, but it’s easier said than done.
Physically, I'm feeling: Eh…the only way I can describe it is that I feel like I’m 9 months pregnant. I’m mostly ok, but my back gets crazy sore pretty quickly so I’m trying to stay off my feet. It’s funny how quickly this happened. Two weeks ago walking the dogs, cleaning the house, etc. didn’t really bother me, but now it’s definitely noticeable. Pathetic, but manageable because there’s officially a countdown (27ish days!) and then this will start to get better.
Surprisingly, sitting in one position for a long time is just as painful/uncomfortable as walking around. Eight hours at my desk is a killer. If I don’t get up to stretch or move I’ll get a rock hard stomach from Braxton Hicks. Ouch!
Basically, I’m Goldilocks. Too much movement, I’m uncomfortable. Too little movement, I’m uncomfortable. Welcome to month nine, I guess.
Emotionally, I'm feeling: Excited! I have to keep reminding myself that I still could have 4 to 6 weeks left to go and not to get ahead of myself. Yes we still have some stuff to organize, buy, put away, etc., but for the mostly part we are ready.
Sleep: Good this week until last night when I barely slept at all for absolutely no good reason. Last time I saw the clock it was 3:25 am. Pregsomia at its finest.
I’ve been having very vivid dreams this week which have been entertaining. I’ve had two dreams where I only have one arm, a dream where I have 3 sons named Dylan, Pascoe, and Pasquale, a dream were I get into a fight with Bud because he threw away everything that was in our guest room, and on and on. So random and funny.
Baby's Movement: A little less of the big movements, but he’ll still get squirmy a couple times a day. He’s also been getting the hiccups more and more. Three times in one day has been our max so far, but he’s already had them twice today and it’s only 3:00 pm so we’ll see. I’m hoping that means he’s practicing breathing and will come out screaming.
What I'm nervous about: I start weekly “pants off” doctor’s appointments this week. I don’t care how much you love your gyno, pants off doctor’s appointments are never fun. I’m not going to update the blog-world about my lady bits, don’t worry. Some things are best left unsaid, amiright or amiright?
What I'm excited about: Finalizing things in the nursery. I love our little guy’s room and am so excited it’s almost done. We are still waiting for the rocker/ottoman and some decorations we ordered online to come in, but it’s getting close.
Anything else?: Both of Bud’s sisters did a baby pool when they were pregnant and I loved it so I just started one. It only takes a second so I hope you’ll do it. No pressure, but all the guesses are going in the baby book. Click "Join" in the upper right corner. You can login with your facebook ID or create a new login. Winner gets to be the baby’s favorite person for the first year of his life. Needless to say, I really hope I win! (Tip: Turn off the email preferences unless you really want to be notified every time someone makes a guess)
www.whatsinmybelly.com/470
2012 - Year in Review
Hello 2013. Goodbye 2012. 2012 was a year to remember.
January: I started the year by saying goodbye to birth control and hello to prenatal vitamins. I had myself convinced that it would take a year to get knocked up so I certainly didn’t think I’d be ringing in 2013 one month away from meeting my boy.
February: February 3, 2012 I learned that my mom had breast cancer, but I also learned that she was going to kick its ass…and then she did.
March: We spent a couple nervous weeks wondering where my period was and puzzled by the numerous (10 or more) negative pregnancy test. Due date would have been October 31st. Needless to say, it was a false alarm.
April: Mom gets the “all clear” from doctors. I notice that Juno’s tumor is starting to regrow. Bud and I visit Sarah and her family in Atlanta. Bud loses his job. It was scary, stressful, and honestly pretty unbelievable. We were naïve enough to think that he’d find something else right away, but put “Operation Make-a-Garro” on hold for obvious reasons.
May: We celebrate my 30th birthday with all my favorite people on Memorial Day weekend at the Conch House during Tropical Storm Beryl. SO glad we did. That night I had my last adult beverage of 2012.
June: June 1, 2012 I take a pregnancy test on my lunch break and life is never the same. We both turn 30 and share our news with everyone we love. June 26, 2012 – the confirmation appointment. One baby, strong heartbeat, confirmed 2/2/13 due date.
July: Garro family vacation to Asheville, NC. I had a teeny, tiny little fall while hiking and give Bud a minor heart attack.
August: Mom and I went to Chicago to see Allyson, Paul, and meet my niece, Shiva. Bud gets a job!
September: It’s a boy! Walk season starts.
October: We buy Bud a new car and I learn why having a cold while pregnant is only comparable to the 7th circle of hell.
November: Walk season mercifully ends. It wasn’t pretty, but our walks raised about $618,000 for a very good cause. Feels great to be a part of that.
December: My baby showers and one very special Christmas.
January: I started the year by saying goodbye to birth control and hello to prenatal vitamins. I had myself convinced that it would take a year to get knocked up so I certainly didn’t think I’d be ringing in 2013 one month away from meeting my boy.
February: February 3, 2012 I learned that my mom had breast cancer, but I also learned that she was going to kick its ass…and then she did.
March: We spent a couple nervous weeks wondering where my period was and puzzled by the numerous (10 or more) negative pregnancy test. Due date would have been October 31st. Needless to say, it was a false alarm.
April: Mom gets the “all clear” from doctors. I notice that Juno’s tumor is starting to regrow. Bud and I visit Sarah and her family in Atlanta. Bud loses his job. It was scary, stressful, and honestly pretty unbelievable. We were naïve enough to think that he’d find something else right away, but put “Operation Make-a-Garro” on hold for obvious reasons.
May: We celebrate my 30th birthday with all my favorite people on Memorial Day weekend at the Conch House during Tropical Storm Beryl. SO glad we did. That night I had my last adult beverage of 2012.
June: June 1, 2012 I take a pregnancy test on my lunch break and life is never the same. We both turn 30 and share our news with everyone we love. June 26, 2012 – the confirmation appointment. One baby, strong heartbeat, confirmed 2/2/13 due date.
July: Garro family vacation to Asheville, NC. I had a teeny, tiny little fall while hiking and give Bud a minor heart attack.
August: Mom and I went to Chicago to see Allyson, Paul, and meet my niece, Shiva. Bud gets a job!
September: It’s a boy! Walk season starts.
October: We buy Bud a new car and I learn why having a cold while pregnant is only comparable to the 7th circle of hell.
November: Walk season mercifully ends. It wasn’t pretty, but our walks raised about $618,000 for a very good cause. Feels great to be a part of that.
December: My baby showers and one very special Christmas.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Catch up
I’ve so much to say and I’m way too lazy to break this into separate posts. Sit down, grab some tea, and enjoy my stream of consciousness. In no particular order…
1. Happy New Year! Holy crap…can you believe it’s 2013? That just sounds like the future, right? More importantly, however, 2013 is the year that this little guy will be welcomed into the word. My due date is ONE MONTH FROM TODAY which is equally exciting and terrifying. I’m not scared or nervous about delivery (I’m sure I’ll put my thoughts on that into a post one day), but just a bit freaked out that pretty soon this baby will be in my life and always will be. It’s a weird concept. Like, one day I’ll be me without children and the next I’ll have a kid…forever. Whoa. Deep thoughts, right?
We had a low-key New Year’s Eve. I felt like almost all of our friends were out of town so that gave us an excuse to eat a good, greasy meal (diets don’t start until January, right?) and stay in. Not very exciting, but it was fine with me. Our neighbors (who we hate) had a party that kept me up until about 3:00 am. Bud went out there at 3:45 and asked them to please go inside. So New Year’s Day we both got the joy of feeling hung-over and tired, but without the fun of the night before. Awesome.
2. Backing up a day earlier, on Sunday Bud and I celebrated our 6th Anniversary by having dinner at 11th South. I’ve always loved that man of mine, but this past year has really proven to me what a lucky gal I am. I don’t know what I did to deserve him, but God knows I’ll never take him for granted. Six years feels like a blip on the radar of what we have ahead and it’s been the best 6 years of my life.
3. Kim Kardashian’s pregnancy is consuming me and I really don’t care if you think that’s annoying. So many, many questions…Was it planned? Is Khole pissed? Because Kim’s still legally married to Kris Humpries will he be considered the father? I asked Bud about this and in Florida if you are married your husband is legally the father even if he’s not biologically…crazy, right? Bud’s assuming because they are legally separated that Kris won’t have any rights to this kid, but how freaking insane would that be? What are they going to name the baby? Is she going to get huge? How quickly will her maternity line come out? What does Beyonce think?
4. A little June update…I ended last week by taking Juno in to the vet to get her fluid buildup drained on Friday and I started today by taking her to the vet to get her fluid buildup drained. Poor thing’s recovery still has a ways to go. The vet is very happy with her progress so I know I should be patient, but all I can think is “dear god when will this end?” Because of the size of the mass that was removed, her body is still creating this fluid to fill the space. We have to continually get it drained because it’s a “breeding ground” for a serious infection. The vet put her back on sedatives and antibiotics today because the amount he drained was pretty substantial. He gave us the sedatives because he thinks her activity is possibly slowing her progress. I hate seeing her all doped up, but I’m also desperate to get my baby healthy before she becomes a middle child and therefore is automatically permanently neglected (obviously kidding, everyone).
I learned last week that her long term prognosis isn’t great. Our vet sent her surgical pictures to a specialist for a consult and the specialist agreed that this lipoma will return. It is considered a cancer, but the vet was hesitant to use that word because it’s not a cancer that will spread to her organs and kill her, it’s just a rapidly dividing asshole of a cell which is what cancer is…I’m obviously very medical. There’s a small (teeny, tiny) chance it won’t come back. There’s a chance it’ll come back and stop growing when it’s still small like most lipomas do. Most likely however, it’ll come back similar to what it was and surgery is her only option. Dr. Jacobs biggest fear is that it’ll grow behind her nerve which would paralyze her leg and require amputation. We’re getting ahead of ourselves thinking about that, but it’s good to know what the future may hold. Only time will tell how this will play out.
Dr. Jacobs (have I mentioned we love him yet today?) told me the specialist described this tumor as “drawing the short straw.” The more I think about that, the more it bothers me. Juno never has been and never will be a short straw. She’s challenging as hell, but she’s my tiny little love-muffin and I wouldn’t trade her for a healthier dog if given the option and neither would Bud.
We decided to not have any First Trimester Genetic Screening done on our baby so we honestly don’t know if he’s 100% healthy or not. The ultrasounds looked perfect and we are confident that he’s fine, but you better believe if my baby has Down Syndrome or any other chromosomal abnormality and someone tries to say that I “drew the short straw” with him, I’ll take your fucking head off.
5. Just to lighten things up a bit, I hope my kid is this cool:
1. Happy New Year! Holy crap…can you believe it’s 2013? That just sounds like the future, right? More importantly, however, 2013 is the year that this little guy will be welcomed into the word. My due date is ONE MONTH FROM TODAY which is equally exciting and terrifying. I’m not scared or nervous about delivery (I’m sure I’ll put my thoughts on that into a post one day), but just a bit freaked out that pretty soon this baby will be in my life and always will be. It’s a weird concept. Like, one day I’ll be me without children and the next I’ll have a kid…forever. Whoa. Deep thoughts, right?
We had a low-key New Year’s Eve. I felt like almost all of our friends were out of town so that gave us an excuse to eat a good, greasy meal (diets don’t start until January, right?) and stay in. Not very exciting, but it was fine with me. Our neighbors (who we hate) had a party that kept me up until about 3:00 am. Bud went out there at 3:45 and asked them to please go inside. So New Year’s Day we both got the joy of feeling hung-over and tired, but without the fun of the night before. Awesome.
2. Backing up a day earlier, on Sunday Bud and I celebrated our 6th Anniversary by having dinner at 11th South. I’ve always loved that man of mine, but this past year has really proven to me what a lucky gal I am. I don’t know what I did to deserve him, but God knows I’ll never take him for granted. Six years feels like a blip on the radar of what we have ahead and it’s been the best 6 years of my life.
3. Kim Kardashian’s pregnancy is consuming me and I really don’t care if you think that’s annoying. So many, many questions…Was it planned? Is Khole pissed? Because Kim’s still legally married to Kris Humpries will he be considered the father? I asked Bud about this and in Florida if you are married your husband is legally the father even if he’s not biologically…crazy, right? Bud’s assuming because they are legally separated that Kris won’t have any rights to this kid, but how freaking insane would that be? What are they going to name the baby? Is she going to get huge? How quickly will her maternity line come out? What does Beyonce think?
4. A little June update…I ended last week by taking Juno in to the vet to get her fluid buildup drained on Friday and I started today by taking her to the vet to get her fluid buildup drained. Poor thing’s recovery still has a ways to go. The vet is very happy with her progress so I know I should be patient, but all I can think is “dear god when will this end?” Because of the size of the mass that was removed, her body is still creating this fluid to fill the space. We have to continually get it drained because it’s a “breeding ground” for a serious infection. The vet put her back on sedatives and antibiotics today because the amount he drained was pretty substantial. He gave us the sedatives because he thinks her activity is possibly slowing her progress. I hate seeing her all doped up, but I’m also desperate to get my baby healthy before she becomes a middle child and therefore is automatically permanently neglected (obviously kidding, everyone).
I learned last week that her long term prognosis isn’t great. Our vet sent her surgical pictures to a specialist for a consult and the specialist agreed that this lipoma will return. It is considered a cancer, but the vet was hesitant to use that word because it’s not a cancer that will spread to her organs and kill her, it’s just a rapidly dividing asshole of a cell which is what cancer is…I’m obviously very medical. There’s a small (teeny, tiny) chance it won’t come back. There’s a chance it’ll come back and stop growing when it’s still small like most lipomas do. Most likely however, it’ll come back similar to what it was and surgery is her only option. Dr. Jacobs biggest fear is that it’ll grow behind her nerve which would paralyze her leg and require amputation. We’re getting ahead of ourselves thinking about that, but it’s good to know what the future may hold. Only time will tell how this will play out.
Dr. Jacobs (have I mentioned we love him yet today?) told me the specialist described this tumor as “drawing the short straw.” The more I think about that, the more it bothers me. Juno never has been and never will be a short straw. She’s challenging as hell, but she’s my tiny little love-muffin and I wouldn’t trade her for a healthier dog if given the option and neither would Bud.
We decided to not have any First Trimester Genetic Screening done on our baby so we honestly don’t know if he’s 100% healthy or not. The ultrasounds looked perfect and we are confident that he’s fine, but you better believe if my baby has Down Syndrome or any other chromosomal abnormality and someone tries to say that I “drew the short straw” with him, I’ll take your fucking head off.
5. Just to lighten things up a bit, I hope my kid is this cool:
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