We had an action packed weekend filled with Chad’s family. We are still awaiting the arrival of baby Kale. It’s funny how everyone is getting so anxious and inpatient. Linsey’s due date isn’t until the 15th, but once everyone heard she was dilating they got all riled up. I am predicting a Wednesday delivery.
We spent most of the day Saturday at Linsey and Dustin’s house. It’s the third weekend in a row we have made the trip out to the west side. I imagine there will be much more to come in the future. I’m definitely not used to putting so many miles on my car. From Linsey’s house to our house is 90 miles round trip. Now I realize why we don’t see them that often. But it’s good for Chad to get to spend some time with his mom.
Sunday we spent most of the day visiting at his uncle’s house; which is thankfully only 10 minutes from our house. His grandma, cousin and cousin’s son are in town. The timing was great. The cousin is actually here for work and it just so happens that Linsey will likely have the baby while they are all here. I definitely don’t anticipate this much excitement when I am getting ready to have Baby Cayden. It will only be my parents and Chad.
Chad’s mom, Linsey and Nan all got to feel baby Cayden kick. It was pretty exciting. I am getting ready to go to New Mexico next weekend and I can’t wait to have my family feel him kick too. They haven’t seen me since Christmas and I look so different and so much has happened.
I can’t wait for my baby shower. I am beyond thrilled to see my family and my good friends Abby and Kenna! It has literally been years since we were all in the same room together. I can’t wait to be with my Eastern friends again; they are the best ever and I miss them so much! Their presence is present enough, but Abby insists on spoiling me (she got me a rocker/glider chair for the nursery) so I guess I will have to comply.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Wow, that was easy.
I grew up watching my parents juggle bills. There were car payments, credit card payments, interest rates, etc. And I would think to myself: “How on earth does that happen? It’s not going to happen to me.” Well, much to my surprise it’s incredibly easy to accumulate massive amounts of debt.
In the four short years since Chad and I have lived together in Arizona we have managed to rack up a large sum of debt; a debt that will ultimately keep our household a two-income household. We have a mortgage, two car payments, two student loan payments and a personal loan payment from our bank. I remain amazed at how easy it all was. Luckily, our one and only credit card has a zero balance right now.
I can’t seem to remember when we went over the deep-end or got to a place where living on one-income was no longer a possibility. We adapted, we adjusted to our increasing salaries and our increasing need for more stuff. We bought cars and houses and re-landscaped backyards and the thought of having a baby wasn’t even a possibility.
Lately I have been feeling really sorry for myself; saying words and phrases like “unfair” “why me” and “if only.” However, I have stayed away from words like “responsibility” “accountability” and “grown-up”. So, while it is with a heavy heart, I accept our fate and I realize I will have to work and put Cayden in daycare because *I* choose to get a new house, a new car and a new backyard. Nobody gave me these bills and it’s nobody’s responsibility but my own to make sure they are paid every month.
I am also going to take solace in knowing that I don’t have to make a decision today and that a lot can change between now and 5 months from now. And I am still going to fight the good fight, because in the end when I do end up having to drop Cayden off at daycare I want to know in my heart that I did *everything* I could to stay at home and take care of him.
In the four short years since Chad and I have lived together in Arizona we have managed to rack up a large sum of debt; a debt that will ultimately keep our household a two-income household. We have a mortgage, two car payments, two student loan payments and a personal loan payment from our bank. I remain amazed at how easy it all was. Luckily, our one and only credit card has a zero balance right now.
I can’t seem to remember when we went over the deep-end or got to a place where living on one-income was no longer a possibility. We adapted, we adjusted to our increasing salaries and our increasing need for more stuff. We bought cars and houses and re-landscaped backyards and the thought of having a baby wasn’t even a possibility.
Lately I have been feeling really sorry for myself; saying words and phrases like “unfair” “why me” and “if only.” However, I have stayed away from words like “responsibility” “accountability” and “grown-up”. So, while it is with a heavy heart, I accept our fate and I realize I will have to work and put Cayden in daycare because *I* choose to get a new house, a new car and a new backyard. Nobody gave me these bills and it’s nobody’s responsibility but my own to make sure they are paid every month.
I am also going to take solace in knowing that I don’t have to make a decision today and that a lot can change between now and 5 months from now. And I am still going to fight the good fight, because in the end when I do end up having to drop Cayden off at daycare I want to know in my heart that I did *everything* I could to stay at home and take care of him.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Making the Rounds
Yesterday I started visiting some daycare centers in our neighborhood. Before I go any further I will say this: I know we still have 6 months before we are actually faced with the decision of putting Cayden in daycare and I know that our ultimate goal is to have me stay at home with him. However, I started the process for my own mental well-being.
You see, not knowing if I will get to stay at home and not knowing where we will take Cayden if I do have to go back to work has done a number on me mentally. I can’t live in the un-known; it’s not the way I’m made. The unknown is like butter or mayonnaise; I simply can’t have it in my system.
This whole not knowing what will happen hasn’t been good for Chad and I either. The dreaded unknown has lead to many arguments, ruined weekends and tears. I think everything has been heightened because I am pregnant and I have raging hormones. Basically I have been an emotional wreck and the mere mention of putting Cayden in daycare leaves me in hysterics and leaves Chad feeling inadequate and helpless.
So I decided Sunday that we can’t go on living like that; that *I* must take action and create a plan so that the rest of my pregnancy isn’t filled with fights and tears, but rather pure happiness and joy—the way it should be. So I decided I would start visiting neighborhood daycare centers in order to get over my fear of the unknown world of child care and establish a much needed plan.
I went to three yesterday. And all I can say is that they weren’t that bad. They were not the torture chambers I imagined them to be. Granted, they are not my house, but they are okay. The prices are not as high as I was expecting either $165 to $190 per week. I am planning on visiting one more today after work and probably several more in the coming weeks.
Of the three I visited I ruled out two immediately. Chad and I can visit the other one at a later date. The first one I visited is for sure a no-go. This is why: I took a look at the infant room and there was a baby laying in a crib and he was awake. If a baby is awake you don’t leave them laying in their crib—simple as that. If Cayden is awake I will be playing with him, singing to him, hugging him, doing something to help foster learning and physical development like crawling or walking. All I could think was: What if they leave Cayden laying in a crib all day?
The last place I visited isn’t going to work either. I hated the parking lot. This is a small thing, but if I am going to be going somewhere twice a day, everyday I don’t want to be fighting a small, awkward, cramped parking lot. Also, I didn’t like the way it smelled and it was so flippin’ loud. It just wasn’t for me or my child.
The second daycare is the only possible option right now. You need to enter a door code to get into the building—I liked that. Each baby gets his or her own crib; no sharing—I liked that. The toys and bedding are cleaned daily—I liked that. So we’ll see. It’s a possibility. I have to visit several more before I can make a decision.
I feel good that I have started this process. I don’t feel so overwhelmed or irresponsible. I feel a lot more calm and relaxed. It’s good to have a back up plan; something to fall back on if the whole stay at home mom thing doesn’t work out.
I will say this. Even if I find a fabulous daycare center for a fabulous price I will *not* give up on my quest to stay at home with Cayden. I will do *everything* in my power to make it work out and I will not give up hope. I will fight until there is nothing left to fight for, because *no one* and I repeat *no one* could ever take care of Cayden the way I can.
You see, not knowing if I will get to stay at home and not knowing where we will take Cayden if I do have to go back to work has done a number on me mentally. I can’t live in the un-known; it’s not the way I’m made. The unknown is like butter or mayonnaise; I simply can’t have it in my system.
This whole not knowing what will happen hasn’t been good for Chad and I either. The dreaded unknown has lead to many arguments, ruined weekends and tears. I think everything has been heightened because I am pregnant and I have raging hormones. Basically I have been an emotional wreck and the mere mention of putting Cayden in daycare leaves me in hysterics and leaves Chad feeling inadequate and helpless.
So I decided Sunday that we can’t go on living like that; that *I* must take action and create a plan so that the rest of my pregnancy isn’t filled with fights and tears, but rather pure happiness and joy—the way it should be. So I decided I would start visiting neighborhood daycare centers in order to get over my fear of the unknown world of child care and establish a much needed plan.
I went to three yesterday. And all I can say is that they weren’t that bad. They were not the torture chambers I imagined them to be. Granted, they are not my house, but they are okay. The prices are not as high as I was expecting either $165 to $190 per week. I am planning on visiting one more today after work and probably several more in the coming weeks.
Of the three I visited I ruled out two immediately. Chad and I can visit the other one at a later date. The first one I visited is for sure a no-go. This is why: I took a look at the infant room and there was a baby laying in a crib and he was awake. If a baby is awake you don’t leave them laying in their crib—simple as that. If Cayden is awake I will be playing with him, singing to him, hugging him, doing something to help foster learning and physical development like crawling or walking. All I could think was: What if they leave Cayden laying in a crib all day?
The last place I visited isn’t going to work either. I hated the parking lot. This is a small thing, but if I am going to be going somewhere twice a day, everyday I don’t want to be fighting a small, awkward, cramped parking lot. Also, I didn’t like the way it smelled and it was so flippin’ loud. It just wasn’t for me or my child.
The second daycare is the only possible option right now. You need to enter a door code to get into the building—I liked that. Each baby gets his or her own crib; no sharing—I liked that. The toys and bedding are cleaned daily—I liked that. So we’ll see. It’s a possibility. I have to visit several more before I can make a decision.
I feel good that I have started this process. I don’t feel so overwhelmed or irresponsible. I feel a lot more calm and relaxed. It’s good to have a back up plan; something to fall back on if the whole stay at home mom thing doesn’t work out.
I will say this. Even if I find a fabulous daycare center for a fabulous price I will *not* give up on my quest to stay at home with Cayden. I will do *everything* in my power to make it work out and I will not give up hope. I will fight until there is nothing left to fight for, because *no one* and I repeat *no one* could ever take care of Cayden the way I can.
Monday, March 2, 2009
This Weekend
Chad and I went to Linsey’s house on Saturday. His mom got into town on Friday afternoon to be here for the arrival of baby Kale. Linsey is still hanging in there. No baby yet. But I tell you there were moments were she looked like she was in a state of pure discomfort.
I can’t believe I will be going through the same exact situation in 3 months. It seems terrifying. She explained to me how the doctor checks to see if you are dilated or not. It’s not a pretty process. I am sure I will cry.
Seeing Linsey and Dustin so close to welcoming their baby into the world makes me super excited and super anxious to get Cayden in my arms. He is going to be a pure doll I just know it. He is already so very entertaining. You can now see my belly move when he moves and there are times he is going nuts in there. Throwing punches, kicks, elbows and knees all simultaneously. Chad and I call this “The Popcorn Show.” It’s the best entertainment ever and it’s free.
It was really good to see Chad’s mom too. We haven’t seen her since Christmas. Plus, I like seeing people who haven’t seen me in a while so that they can marvel on how much I have grown over the past couple of months. His mom said that I still look small and fabulous—she’s too kind. However, she did already accidently called Cayden Kale. I wonder how many more times that will happen between now and forever.
We spent the rest of the weekend focusing on “getting ready for Cayden” stuff. Chad worked some more on the nursery. I can’t wait for it to get finished so that I can decorate. And I have decided that I am re-organizing the entire house. My mom says I am nesting. Maybe I am. I just feel that house is so cluttered and un-organized.
I am going to go through every room, every closet and every drawer and get rid of tons of things we don’t need anymore and get everything organized and clean. I realized yesterday that the house hardly has room for me and Chad; how would we possibly fit a baby in it too. Yesterday I tackled the spare bedroom and one of the hall closets and it already made a huge different. The once cluttered closet in the spare bedroom is now close to empty. Plus, the less we have the less there is for me to keep clean.
My pregnancy is passing by so fast. I can’t believe it. I am so excited. I can’t wait for Cayden to come meet everyone. 25 weeks preggers; only 15 more to go. Honestly, I think it will be more like 13 weeks to go. I have a feeling baby boy will greet us early.
I can’t believe I will be going through the same exact situation in 3 months. It seems terrifying. She explained to me how the doctor checks to see if you are dilated or not. It’s not a pretty process. I am sure I will cry.
Seeing Linsey and Dustin so close to welcoming their baby into the world makes me super excited and super anxious to get Cayden in my arms. He is going to be a pure doll I just know it. He is already so very entertaining. You can now see my belly move when he moves and there are times he is going nuts in there. Throwing punches, kicks, elbows and knees all simultaneously. Chad and I call this “The Popcorn Show.” It’s the best entertainment ever and it’s free.
It was really good to see Chad’s mom too. We haven’t seen her since Christmas. Plus, I like seeing people who haven’t seen me in a while so that they can marvel on how much I have grown over the past couple of months. His mom said that I still look small and fabulous—she’s too kind. However, she did already accidently called Cayden Kale. I wonder how many more times that will happen between now and forever.
We spent the rest of the weekend focusing on “getting ready for Cayden” stuff. Chad worked some more on the nursery. I can’t wait for it to get finished so that I can decorate. And I have decided that I am re-organizing the entire house. My mom says I am nesting. Maybe I am. I just feel that house is so cluttered and un-organized.
I am going to go through every room, every closet and every drawer and get rid of tons of things we don’t need anymore and get everything organized and clean. I realized yesterday that the house hardly has room for me and Chad; how would we possibly fit a baby in it too. Yesterday I tackled the spare bedroom and one of the hall closets and it already made a huge different. The once cluttered closet in the spare bedroom is now close to empty. Plus, the less we have the less there is for me to keep clean.
My pregnancy is passing by so fast. I can’t believe it. I am so excited. I can’t wait for Cayden to come meet everyone. 25 weeks preggers; only 15 more to go. Honestly, I think it will be more like 13 weeks to go. I have a feeling baby boy will greet us early.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Next Comes Baby
As I write this Chad's mom is on an airplane heading to Phoenix. Chad's sister is going to be having her baby soon, very soon. As of yesterday she was two centimeters dialated. She isn't in labor or anything, but I imagine she will be having the baby any day now. She is due on March 14th. So it looks like baby Kale is coming to meet everyone a little sooner than expected.
Wow! I can't believe it. This is really all happening. Linsey will have her baby and in three short months we will be welcoming Baby Cayden into this world. And all of our lives will be so incredibley different than they were just a short year ago.
I must admit hearing that Linsey will be giving birth soon put me into a slight panic attack. Because I realize how soon I will also be giving birth. The truth is: not matter how babies are born (naturally or c-section) it ain't pretty; it's graphic and it does a number on a women's body.
But it's only 1 day and it will be worth it; so worth it. I am so excited and anxious to finally get to be with baby Cayden. He is going to be (to steal Abby's word) delicious!
The arrival of baby Kale means that our baby preperation plans will be put on a slight delay. Chad is still working on finalizing the nursury, however, he will be totally occupied with his family over the couple of weeks (I don't blame him) so I doubt that he will have any time to work on it.
But if this experience has taught us anything it's that babies don't conform to any type of schedule.
Only 11 to 15 weeks to go!
Wow! I can't believe it. This is really all happening. Linsey will have her baby and in three short months we will be welcoming Baby Cayden into this world. And all of our lives will be so incredibley different than they were just a short year ago.
I must admit hearing that Linsey will be giving birth soon put me into a slight panic attack. Because I realize how soon I will also be giving birth. The truth is: not matter how babies are born (naturally or c-section) it ain't pretty; it's graphic and it does a number on a women's body.
But it's only 1 day and it will be worth it; so worth it. I am so excited and anxious to finally get to be with baby Cayden. He is going to be (to steal Abby's word) delicious!
The arrival of baby Kale means that our baby preperation plans will be put on a slight delay. Chad is still working on finalizing the nursury, however, he will be totally occupied with his family over the couple of weeks (I don't blame him) so I doubt that he will have any time to work on it.
But if this experience has taught us anything it's that babies don't conform to any type of schedule.
Only 11 to 15 weeks to go!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Chinese Superstitions
It continues to amaze me how people (some total strangers) are so willing and anxious to dispense pregnancy advice. I don’t mind people giving me advice or even sharing horror birth stories with me. I take it all in stride and get a good laugh out of most of it.
The other day at the gym I got my most unusual and funny pregnancy advice to date. I was changing and another lady in the locker room looks to me and says, “Are you pregnant?” Of course I answer, “Yes.”
I have never really talked to this lady before. She is usually arriving as I am leaving and the most we’ve ever said to each other is the casual hello. However, once she gets confirmation that I am pregnant she feels that this is a good time to have a full-blown conversation. She grew up in China and recently moved to the United States and now works in the IT department at University of Phoenix.
She asks me if I am having a boy or a girl. I tell her boy. She is thrilled with this news and proceeds to tell me how incredibly lucky I am to be getting a boy and that since this is the Year of the Ox my son will be very smart and very stubborn.
She then proceeds to tell me all about Chinese superstitions regarding pregnancy. It was really hard to keep a straight face during some of them.
- Don’t lift your arms above your head because this causes pre-term labor
-Stop wearing your wedding ring after month five because it causes extra weight gain
-Wearing a bracelet or necklace causes the umbilical cord to wrap around the baby’s neck
She was very insistent that I follow these rules in order to have a healthy baby. I think I am going to take my chances and keep reaching for items on the top shelf of my pantry, I won’t stop wearing my wedding ring and I simply cannot live without my watch and necklace.
Like I said, I take it all in stride and get a good laugh along the way.
The other day at the gym I got my most unusual and funny pregnancy advice to date. I was changing and another lady in the locker room looks to me and says, “Are you pregnant?” Of course I answer, “Yes.”
I have never really talked to this lady before. She is usually arriving as I am leaving and the most we’ve ever said to each other is the casual hello. However, once she gets confirmation that I am pregnant she feels that this is a good time to have a full-blown conversation. She grew up in China and recently moved to the United States and now works in the IT department at University of Phoenix.
She asks me if I am having a boy or a girl. I tell her boy. She is thrilled with this news and proceeds to tell me how incredibly lucky I am to be getting a boy and that since this is the Year of the Ox my son will be very smart and very stubborn.
She then proceeds to tell me all about Chinese superstitions regarding pregnancy. It was really hard to keep a straight face during some of them.
- Don’t lift your arms above your head because this causes pre-term labor
-Stop wearing your wedding ring after month five because it causes extra weight gain
-Wearing a bracelet or necklace causes the umbilical cord to wrap around the baby’s neck
She was very insistent that I follow these rules in order to have a healthy baby. I think I am going to take my chances and keep reaching for items on the top shelf of my pantry, I won’t stop wearing my wedding ring and I simply cannot live without my watch and necklace.
Like I said, I take it all in stride and get a good laugh along the way.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
It's Getting Hot In Here
Living in Phoenix certainly has is advantages; great shopping, great eating, every professional sport imaginable, beautiful winters. However, this is one notable trait that Phoenix has that makes me wonder why 6 million people choose to live here...it's flipping *HOT* in the summers!
I take that back. It's not hot in the summers. It's hot in Spring, Summer and most of Fall. That's right, for about 7 months the weather is sizzling. And the sizzle has begun. It's supposed to be 88 on Sunday. I know that 88 is bearable, but 88 on March 1st seems a little ridiculous to me. We were hitting the 80s in January, but luckily a cool spell hit us in February.
Also, let me put 88 in the perspective of being close to 6 months pregnant. On Saturday I was out shopping with my friend from Tucson and my sister-in-law. It was 80 degrees. Yet, I somehow managed to sweat like a pig. I think I am going to have to throw away the shirt I was wearing. It got such bad pit stains...I don't think they will ever come out. I was dying for a pair of shorts, a tank top and flip flops. Heck, I would have jumped in a pool on February 21st if one had been available. The movie theatre felt hot to me; movie theatres are never hot.
I am in for a world of hurt over these next few months. It's only going to get hotter and I am only going to get bigger. Chad's uncle has generously offered his pool to me. He says I have full access to it 24/7. I imagine he will be regretting that decision come the beginning of June, because I am planning on *living* in that pool.
I can't wait to take my first dive in. He is having it re-stuccoed right now. The pool will be a lifesaver. It will cool me and help me carry some of the baby weight.
I'll let you know when we get our first triple digit day. I imagine it will be sooner rather than later. You will have to keep Chad in your prayers, because I am one very grumpy person when I get overly hot. Bless him for his patience and understanding.
Oh yeah, we officially started using the A/C again last night. A/C and a fan. Can you believe it? I am sure the A/C will be broken by June and the electric bill will be about a thousand dollars.
Yea, for nine months pregnant in June in Phoenix.
I take that back. It's not hot in the summers. It's hot in Spring, Summer and most of Fall. That's right, for about 7 months the weather is sizzling. And the sizzle has begun. It's supposed to be 88 on Sunday. I know that 88 is bearable, but 88 on March 1st seems a little ridiculous to me. We were hitting the 80s in January, but luckily a cool spell hit us in February.
Also, let me put 88 in the perspective of being close to 6 months pregnant. On Saturday I was out shopping with my friend from Tucson and my sister-in-law. It was 80 degrees. Yet, I somehow managed to sweat like a pig. I think I am going to have to throw away the shirt I was wearing. It got such bad pit stains...I don't think they will ever come out. I was dying for a pair of shorts, a tank top and flip flops. Heck, I would have jumped in a pool on February 21st if one had been available. The movie theatre felt hot to me; movie theatres are never hot.
I am in for a world of hurt over these next few months. It's only going to get hotter and I am only going to get bigger. Chad's uncle has generously offered his pool to me. He says I have full access to it 24/7. I imagine he will be regretting that decision come the beginning of June, because I am planning on *living* in that pool.
I can't wait to take my first dive in. He is having it re-stuccoed right now. The pool will be a lifesaver. It will cool me and help me carry some of the baby weight.
I'll let you know when we get our first triple digit day. I imagine it will be sooner rather than later. You will have to keep Chad in your prayers, because I am one very grumpy person when I get overly hot. Bless him for his patience and understanding.
Oh yeah, we officially started using the A/C again last night. A/C and a fan. Can you believe it? I am sure the A/C will be broken by June and the electric bill will be about a thousand dollars.
Yea, for nine months pregnant in June in Phoenix.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Updates
Update #1
Chad and I are going to be an uncle and aunt very soon. Chad’s little sister Linsey is getting ready to have her little boy, Kale Everett. She is due on March 14th; which means any day now. I can’t believe how drastically different the family will be in just a few months…two new little boys. Chad’s mom, grandma, cousin and cousin’s son are all driving down from Clovis on March 7th. They are staying for a week and leaving on the 14th. If Linsey hasn’t had the baby by then Chad’s mom will stay until she does and help out for a few days. Then everyone will be back sometime in June for the arrival of Cayden James.
Update #2
Chad is making great progress on the nursery. He is almost done re-dry walling all the walls. Once that is complete he will texture the walls and we will add crown molding and paint. The room is rectangle shaped. We are going to paint the two short walls a nice denim blue color and paint the two long walls a nice cream color. It’s going to look gorgeous. Once the walls are completed and painted we are going to install the hardwood floors. Then it is time to set up the crib and decorate. I am hoping that the room is complete (except for the decorating) by the time I have my baby shower (March 21st in Los Lunas, New Mexico). However, it might not happen because as I mentioned earlier Chad’s family will be in town for two weeks and he wants to spend as much time with them as possible. However, we have to remind ourselves that the baby will be here in about 15 weeks or as early as 11. So we really need get a move on!
Update #3
We had an ultrasound yesterday and Cayden is looking gorgeous and getting bigger and stronger every day. He now weighs 1 pound 5 ounces. The doctor said that he is progressing very normal; which means she expects him to weight 7 and a half pounds at birth. Chad is convinced that I am going to need a c-section. This is probably true. However, I’m not going to let the doctor schedule one. I am going to let labor start and *attempt* to push him out. And if I can’t; I can’t. But I don’t want them to go in and get him *before* he’s ready to come out. I think Cayden is going to grow up and be big and tall. His feet are already two inches! He’s outgrowing the booties my parents bought him and he’s still in the womb!
Chad and I are going to be an uncle and aunt very soon. Chad’s little sister Linsey is getting ready to have her little boy, Kale Everett. She is due on March 14th; which means any day now. I can’t believe how drastically different the family will be in just a few months…two new little boys. Chad’s mom, grandma, cousin and cousin’s son are all driving down from Clovis on March 7th. They are staying for a week and leaving on the 14th. If Linsey hasn’t had the baby by then Chad’s mom will stay until she does and help out for a few days. Then everyone will be back sometime in June for the arrival of Cayden James.
Update #2
Chad is making great progress on the nursery. He is almost done re-dry walling all the walls. Once that is complete he will texture the walls and we will add crown molding and paint. The room is rectangle shaped. We are going to paint the two short walls a nice denim blue color and paint the two long walls a nice cream color. It’s going to look gorgeous. Once the walls are completed and painted we are going to install the hardwood floors. Then it is time to set up the crib and decorate. I am hoping that the room is complete (except for the decorating) by the time I have my baby shower (March 21st in Los Lunas, New Mexico). However, it might not happen because as I mentioned earlier Chad’s family will be in town for two weeks and he wants to spend as much time with them as possible. However, we have to remind ourselves that the baby will be here in about 15 weeks or as early as 11. So we really need get a move on!
Update #3
We had an ultrasound yesterday and Cayden is looking gorgeous and getting bigger and stronger every day. He now weighs 1 pound 5 ounces. The doctor said that he is progressing very normal; which means she expects him to weight 7 and a half pounds at birth. Chad is convinced that I am going to need a c-section. This is probably true. However, I’m not going to let the doctor schedule one. I am going to let labor start and *attempt* to push him out. And if I can’t; I can’t. But I don’t want them to go in and get him *before* he’s ready to come out. I think Cayden is going to grow up and be big and tall. His feet are already two inches! He’s outgrowing the booties my parents bought him and he’s still in the womb!
Friday, February 20, 2009
Cayden *Loves* His Daddy
Baby boy Cayden is completely in love with his daddy and I find it absolutely adorable. Cayden simply cannot get enough of Chad rubbing him. It’s amazing, absolutely amazing. Cayden *reacts* to Chad; he *knows* that Chad is his daddy.
Even if Cayden is being very still and quiet (sleeping probably) and Chad puts his hands on my belly Cayden will immediate wake up and wiggle his way towards Chad’s hand. This happens instantly—Cayden will be curled up at Chad’s hands within seconds. It doesn’t matter where Chad puts his hands or what else is going on Cayden will find his way to where Chad is touching me.
Once Cayden gets to Chad’s hand he just dances and dances and dances. It’s like he’s reaching out to Chad wanting to hold his hand or be held. It’s amazing. Last night as well feel asleep we thought Cayden was going to bust out of my skin he was kicking so hard.
I know I’ve said the word amazing like a million times already, but it is. I can’t get over how aware babies are in the womb. I love that Chad and Cayden are able to bond before they even meet. It feels me with great joy to have Chad experiencing this great journey with me.
Even if Cayden is being very still and quiet (sleeping probably) and Chad puts his hands on my belly Cayden will immediate wake up and wiggle his way towards Chad’s hand. This happens instantly—Cayden will be curled up at Chad’s hands within seconds. It doesn’t matter where Chad puts his hands or what else is going on Cayden will find his way to where Chad is touching me.
Once Cayden gets to Chad’s hand he just dances and dances and dances. It’s like he’s reaching out to Chad wanting to hold his hand or be held. It’s amazing. Last night as well feel asleep we thought Cayden was going to bust out of my skin he was kicking so hard.
I know I’ve said the word amazing like a million times already, but it is. I can’t get over how aware babies are in the womb. I love that Chad and Cayden are able to bond before they even meet. It feels me with great joy to have Chad experiencing this great journey with me.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Homeowner Affordability and Stability Plan
Because our wonderful President is taking immediate action to help solve the economic crisis facing America it looks like Chad and I may be able to personally benefit.
President Obama announced yesterday at Dobson High School (in the very town I live in, Mesa, AZ) his plan for the Homeowner Affordability and Stability Plan. This plan will allow homeowners to re-finance their home mortgage for a lower interest rates, even if they *owe* more on their mortgage than what the house is worth.
This was the exact problem facing me and Chad. We wanted to re-finance, we need to re-fiance in order to help with the baby and possibly get one of us at home full-time. Problem was: we couldn't re-finance because we own more on the house than what it's worth. This plan will allow us to re-fiance and get lower, much lower, monthly payments.
The plan goes into full effect the beginning of March and I've already put in a request to our mortgage lender Wells Fargo to start the process of re-financing. On another positive note, Wells Fargo announced that they are in full favor of this plan and will do everything in their power to get as many homeowners re-financed as quickly as possible.
My co-worker has already started her re-fiance process and her payment is going to be reduced by $400 a month! That is amazing. An extra $400 a month would make a *huge* difference for me and Chad.
What a blessing. That's all I can say...what a blessing. I really, truly hope we are able to re-fiance for a lower rate.
Who knows...maybe I will end up a stay at home mom after all.
Get a full look at the plan here:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/02/18/AR2009021801159.html?sid=ST2009021801211
President Obama announced yesterday at Dobson High School (in the very town I live in, Mesa, AZ) his plan for the Homeowner Affordability and Stability Plan. This plan will allow homeowners to re-finance their home mortgage for a lower interest rates, even if they *owe* more on their mortgage than what the house is worth.
This was the exact problem facing me and Chad. We wanted to re-finance, we need to re-fiance in order to help with the baby and possibly get one of us at home full-time. Problem was: we couldn't re-finance because we own more on the house than what it's worth. This plan will allow us to re-fiance and get lower, much lower, monthly payments.
The plan goes into full effect the beginning of March and I've already put in a request to our mortgage lender Wells Fargo to start the process of re-financing. On another positive note, Wells Fargo announced that they are in full favor of this plan and will do everything in their power to get as many homeowners re-financed as quickly as possible.
My co-worker has already started her re-fiance process and her payment is going to be reduced by $400 a month! That is amazing. An extra $400 a month would make a *huge* difference for me and Chad.
What a blessing. That's all I can say...what a blessing. I really, truly hope we are able to re-fiance for a lower rate.
Who knows...maybe I will end up a stay at home mom after all.
Get a full look at the plan here:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/02/18/AR2009021801159.html?sid=ST2009021801211
R.I.P Adam Carolla
This morning I learned that my favorite morning radio show is being cancelled. Yup, the Adam Carolla show will air its last episode tomorrow. I am in mourning right now. I love Adam Carolla. I have an intellectual crush on him--cause let's face it, he's not much to look at. I could listen to his rants forever.
I talk about his show every night to Chad. "Today Adam Carolla said_________ and it was *so* funny."
I just agreed with so much of what he had to say about politics, society and celebrities. I felt like he was in my mind. I'll totally miss his show. Now I will be forced to listen to the Jonas Brothers and Miley Cyrus...yuck!
R.I.P Adam Carolla show. You will be missed. But you'll live on in pod-cast heaven.
http://abclocal.go.com/wpvi/story?section=news/entertainment&id=6667219
I talk about his show every night to Chad. "Today Adam Carolla said_________ and it was *so* funny."
I just agreed with so much of what he had to say about politics, society and celebrities. I felt like he was in my mind. I'll totally miss his show. Now I will be forced to listen to the Jonas Brothers and Miley Cyrus...yuck!
R.I.P Adam Carolla show. You will be missed. But you'll live on in pod-cast heaven.
http://abclocal.go.com/wpvi/story?section=news/entertainment&id=6667219
My Civic Duty
It was bound to happen. I got summons for jury duty in the mail yesterday. Surprisingly, I am not particularly bummed out by this summons. I've always sort of wanted to get jury duty. I think it will fascinating to see the legal system live in action. I'm not planning on *trying* to get out of being selected for a trial; I just don't want to get selected for an O.J. Simpson-esque trial where I have to stay locked up in some hotel for weeks on end.
The only bummer to my jury duty is that it is in downtown Phoenix--boo. Chad had jury duty about 8 months ago and he got to go to the little courthouse in Mesa. Not me. I have to drive all the way to downtown Phoenix; which will take well over an hour in traffic even though it's only 20 miles from my house.
I hate downtown Phoenix. Downtown Phoenix is the only part of the valley that resembles the huge city that is the Phoenix Metro area actually is. The rest of the valley is just like Albuquerque, it just stretches on for 90 miles. Downtown Phoenix is different; full of tall skyscrapers, parking garages, one-way streets (yuck) and bustling intersections. I always get lost when I am downtown and I hate paying to park my car in some garage that seems like rape is waiting for me at every corner.
Originally I was assigned jury duty on March 24th. I had to postpone this date because on March 24th I will still be in Albuquerque because of my baby shower! So now I am going to be serving my jury duty on April 1st. April 1st is 6 weeks away. I can't imagine how pregnant-ly big I will be by then. Maybe I'll have Cayden in the courtroom...LOL. We don't want to meet him *that* early.
So yes, as dorky as it may seem I am pretty excited to be part of the American Justice system.
The only bummer to my jury duty is that it is in downtown Phoenix--boo. Chad had jury duty about 8 months ago and he got to go to the little courthouse in Mesa. Not me. I have to drive all the way to downtown Phoenix; which will take well over an hour in traffic even though it's only 20 miles from my house.
I hate downtown Phoenix. Downtown Phoenix is the only part of the valley that resembles the huge city that is the Phoenix Metro area actually is. The rest of the valley is just like Albuquerque, it just stretches on for 90 miles. Downtown Phoenix is different; full of tall skyscrapers, parking garages, one-way streets (yuck) and bustling intersections. I always get lost when I am downtown and I hate paying to park my car in some garage that seems like rape is waiting for me at every corner.
Originally I was assigned jury duty on March 24th. I had to postpone this date because on March 24th I will still be in Albuquerque because of my baby shower! So now I am going to be serving my jury duty on April 1st. April 1st is 6 weeks away. I can't imagine how pregnant-ly big I will be by then. Maybe I'll have Cayden in the courtroom...LOL. We don't want to meet him *that* early.
So yes, as dorky as it may seem I am pretty excited to be part of the American Justice system.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Sore
Holy hell I am sore today. I did a new pre-natal workout video on Monday and it kicked my butt. I can't believe it either. My ego is shot. I'm a bit cocky when it comes to my workout abilities. "I'm awesome. I do Tae Bo." But this pre-natal video was a *real* work-out; which is very different from all the other pre-natal work-out videos I've been doing.
I think I started the video with a mis-conception and that's what lead to my downfall. The video was pre-natal fitness with a partner. I got it because I thought it would be nice for Chad to help me with some of my fitness practices.
I don't know about you, but when I think of pre-natal fitness with a partner I think of stretching, breathing, hugging and belly rubs. Well, this video had none of that. Instead it was: squats, lunges, push-ups, leg-lifts and a variety of other exercises.
All of the exercises were done with a partner (Chad) who gave resistance to make them harder. Well, it doesn't take much for Chad to add a lot of resistance to anything I do. He is so much bigger than me--just the weight of his hands on my back made the push-up *so* much harder.
So, need-less-to-say I am hobbling around work looking like I am 20 months pregnant instead of 5. Yesterday I just walked on the treadmill at the gym and I am planning on doing the same today.
I think I started the video with a mis-conception and that's what lead to my downfall. The video was pre-natal fitness with a partner. I got it because I thought it would be nice for Chad to help me with some of my fitness practices.
I don't know about you, but when I think of pre-natal fitness with a partner I think of stretching, breathing, hugging and belly rubs. Well, this video had none of that. Instead it was: squats, lunges, push-ups, leg-lifts and a variety of other exercises.
All of the exercises were done with a partner (Chad) who gave resistance to make them harder. Well, it doesn't take much for Chad to add a lot of resistance to anything I do. He is so much bigger than me--just the weight of his hands on my back made the push-up *so* much harder.
So, need-less-to-say I am hobbling around work looking like I am 20 months pregnant instead of 5. Yesterday I just walked on the treadmill at the gym and I am planning on doing the same today.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Buster Playing in the snow!
check out some video of buster playing in the snow from valentines weekend.
Snowy V-Day/B-Day Weekend
We had our babymoon this weekend and it was awesome! We had such a great time. Although the trip was relatively uneventful it was one of the best trips Chad and I have ever taken. The trip was so completely different from anything we have ever done. Our baby dog Buster got to come with us; we stayed in a cabin (something neither one of us have ever done) and we got to play in the snow all day and hang out by the fire all night.
We drove up Friday afternoon after work. I got off of work at noon and had everything packed and ready to go when Chad got home at 4:00 and we were out the door before 4:30. It only took us an hour and a half to get to the town of Payson. Our cabin was about 20 miles away; tucked in the pine trees and secluded from the outside world.
The town of Payson was cold (to our Phoenix standards) about 45 degrees and had a light dusting of snow on the ground. As we got closer and closer to our cabin (on Christopher Creek) the weather drastically changed. Once we got to our final destination it was about 32 degrees and there was a good foot to a foot and a half of snow on the ground.
The cabin only had a small heater and a fireplace to provide warmth so when we checked in it was freezing. Chad immediately lit a fire to get things warmed up. We took Buster for a walk. He was curious and very interested in his new surroundings but seemed to love it. He didn’t want to come inside.
We spent the night making s’mores in the fire and trying to stay warm and just generally enjoying our new environment. The next morning we drove to the little grocery store nearby and got stuff to make sandwiches and man ‘n cheese…very fancy I know. We took a walk in the snow and spent the rest of the afternoon warming by the fire.
That evening we drove into Payson to eat dinner at an Italian restaurant and spend a little time at the casino. Of course, we didn’t win any money at the casino, but we still had a good time.
We left back to Phoenix about 11:00am on Sunday. That was check-out time, but I wasn’t ready to leave. I could have stayed in that cabin for weeks. It was so relaxing and beautiful. The snow was really magical; it’s probably because we hardly ever get to see it. It was the greatest birthday ever.
We are already planning on heading back either this summer to escape the heat or again next winter to throw Cayden in the snow!
We drove up Friday afternoon after work. I got off of work at noon and had everything packed and ready to go when Chad got home at 4:00 and we were out the door before 4:30. It only took us an hour and a half to get to the town of Payson. Our cabin was about 20 miles away; tucked in the pine trees and secluded from the outside world.
The town of Payson was cold (to our Phoenix standards) about 45 degrees and had a light dusting of snow on the ground. As we got closer and closer to our cabin (on Christopher Creek) the weather drastically changed. Once we got to our final destination it was about 32 degrees and there was a good foot to a foot and a half of snow on the ground.
The cabin only had a small heater and a fireplace to provide warmth so when we checked in it was freezing. Chad immediately lit a fire to get things warmed up. We took Buster for a walk. He was curious and very interested in his new surroundings but seemed to love it. He didn’t want to come inside.
We spent the night making s’mores in the fire and trying to stay warm and just generally enjoying our new environment. The next morning we drove to the little grocery store nearby and got stuff to make sandwiches and man ‘n cheese…very fancy I know. We took a walk in the snow and spent the rest of the afternoon warming by the fire.
That evening we drove into Payson to eat dinner at an Italian restaurant and spend a little time at the casino. Of course, we didn’t win any money at the casino, but we still had a good time.
We left back to Phoenix about 11:00am on Sunday. That was check-out time, but I wasn’t ready to leave. I could have stayed in that cabin for weeks. It was so relaxing and beautiful. The snow was really magical; it’s probably because we hardly ever get to see it. It was the greatest birthday ever.
We are already planning on heading back either this summer to escape the heat or again next winter to throw Cayden in the snow!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Kim—Update
I saw my boss Kim and her baby Zoey yesterday! I took dinner to her and her husband’s house and was able to visit for about an hour. It was incredible.
Quick Recap: Baby Zoey was born with Trisomy 18 or Edwards Syndrome. Here are some quick statistics about Trisomy 18: The survival rate of Edwards Syndrome is very low. About 95% die in utero. Of live born infants, only 50% live to 2 months, and only 5–10% will survive their first year of life.
Given these statistics and given that Zoey is 4 weeks today is a true testament of this little girl’s pure strength and the power of prayer.
Zoey is a tiny bundle of joy—still under 4 pounds, but getting stronger every day. She takes her feeding through a feeding tube in her nose. It takes about 25 minutes to pump about 3 ounces of breast milk into her belly. And she needs to be feed every 2 and a half hours; round the clock. This keeps Kim and Dan very busy, but they are completely loving every second of it. Kim was in jammers and didn’t have her hair done and wasn’t wearing any make-up, but she has never looked more beautiful.
I had the great privilege of being able to hold Zoey while she took her feeding. She is tiny, but sturdy and very aware of her surroundings. She looked me in the eye and would turn her head towards Kim or Dan whenever they talked. I also had the great privilege of hearing her cry and seeing her take a pacifier for a few minutes. Crying, along with sucking, is a natural instinct lacking in babies with Edwards Syndrome. So, you can imagine those tiny cries were pure music to Kim and Dan’s ears.
Looking at the statistics and seeing Zoey yesterday completely baffle me. I don’t understand how a baby who is getting bigger and stronger everyday would be dying. Kim and Dan have a Hospice nurse come to their house everyday to check on Zoey. I didn’t get into the specifics and discuss timeframes with them. They said they are taking everything “day by day.”
Seeing Zoey, Kim and Dan yesterday made everything in my life seem small and not-worth-worrying about.
Quick Recap: Baby Zoey was born with Trisomy 18 or Edwards Syndrome. Here are some quick statistics about Trisomy 18: The survival rate of Edwards Syndrome is very low. About 95% die in utero. Of live born infants, only 50% live to 2 months, and only 5–10% will survive their first year of life.
Given these statistics and given that Zoey is 4 weeks today is a true testament of this little girl’s pure strength and the power of prayer.
Zoey is a tiny bundle of joy—still under 4 pounds, but getting stronger every day. She takes her feeding through a feeding tube in her nose. It takes about 25 minutes to pump about 3 ounces of breast milk into her belly. And she needs to be feed every 2 and a half hours; round the clock. This keeps Kim and Dan very busy, but they are completely loving every second of it. Kim was in jammers and didn’t have her hair done and wasn’t wearing any make-up, but she has never looked more beautiful.
I had the great privilege of being able to hold Zoey while she took her feeding. She is tiny, but sturdy and very aware of her surroundings. She looked me in the eye and would turn her head towards Kim or Dan whenever they talked. I also had the great privilege of hearing her cry and seeing her take a pacifier for a few minutes. Crying, along with sucking, is a natural instinct lacking in babies with Edwards Syndrome. So, you can imagine those tiny cries were pure music to Kim and Dan’s ears.
Looking at the statistics and seeing Zoey yesterday completely baffle me. I don’t understand how a baby who is getting bigger and stronger everyday would be dying. Kim and Dan have a Hospice nurse come to their house everyday to check on Zoey. I didn’t get into the specifics and discuss timeframes with them. They said they are taking everything “day by day.”
Seeing Zoey, Kim and Dan yesterday made everything in my life seem small and not-worth-worrying about.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Stay At Home Mom?—Update
Well, Chad is not getting as big of a raise as I was hoping for and he certainly isn’t getting it anytime soon. I also found out that I can’t teach because there isn’t an opening in the area I am qualified for. I can still work at UOP part time in the testing center. It would only be about 10 hours a week. It would not be a lot of money at all, but I keep thinking every little bit helps.
I just keep looking at the numbers. I look and then I re-look and then I look some more. And I just can’t seem to make them work. Chad would need a significant pay increase— even with me doing the testing job part time. And it just doesn’t look like that is going to happen; even though he is long, long overdue for a raise and is an excellent employee. I keep telling him to fight harder, but, no matter what it doesn’t seem like it will happen.
I feel crushed—devastated by this latest realization. I know that babies go to daycare all the time and they are fine. I know Cayden will be taken care of. But I also *know* that nobody can take as good of care of him as *I* can.
I never thought I wanted something like this, but once the possibility crept into my mind I feel in love with the idea of being able to take care of Cayden. I have a lump in my throat as I write this and I am sure that once I get home I will sob.
Again, it all goes back to the house…the dreaded house, my one big, giant regret. If we didn’t have the house I would be able to stay home; no doubt, no question. The mortgage is almost twice as much as the rent in our old townhouse and we took out a loan to re-do the back yard and now we have to pay for water. So in total, if we didn’t have the house we would be saving $14,700 a year. That’s outrageous…for a house that isn’t worth anything and didn’t help us at all on our taxes. It makes me sick. I really need to get over the whole house thing because there isn’t a damn thing I can do to change it and hating the place you live in cannot be healthy.
I *hate* that we don’t have this figured out. I feel so irresponsible for getting pregnant without knowing who will take care of my child. Does anyone have it figured out? I don’t know. But not having it figured out is giving me anxiety and stress and frustration and anger and all things that are not good for the person living inside me.
It boils down to this...I want to be at home with my child. I want to raise him. And knowing that there isn't a real possibility of me being able to do this is killing me.
I am positive this is not the last time I will be talking about this. I am sure it will change and re-change a million more times before Cayden is born and my FMLA is over. I just know that if you wait too long to make a decision the decision makes itself for you.
I just keep looking at the numbers. I look and then I re-look and then I look some more. And I just can’t seem to make them work. Chad would need a significant pay increase— even with me doing the testing job part time. And it just doesn’t look like that is going to happen; even though he is long, long overdue for a raise and is an excellent employee. I keep telling him to fight harder, but, no matter what it doesn’t seem like it will happen.
I feel crushed—devastated by this latest realization. I know that babies go to daycare all the time and they are fine. I know Cayden will be taken care of. But I also *know* that nobody can take as good of care of him as *I* can.
I never thought I wanted something like this, but once the possibility crept into my mind I feel in love with the idea of being able to take care of Cayden. I have a lump in my throat as I write this and I am sure that once I get home I will sob.
Again, it all goes back to the house…the dreaded house, my one big, giant regret. If we didn’t have the house I would be able to stay home; no doubt, no question. The mortgage is almost twice as much as the rent in our old townhouse and we took out a loan to re-do the back yard and now we have to pay for water. So in total, if we didn’t have the house we would be saving $14,700 a year. That’s outrageous…for a house that isn’t worth anything and didn’t help us at all on our taxes. It makes me sick. I really need to get over the whole house thing because there isn’t a damn thing I can do to change it and hating the place you live in cannot be healthy.
I *hate* that we don’t have this figured out. I feel so irresponsible for getting pregnant without knowing who will take care of my child. Does anyone have it figured out? I don’t know. But not having it figured out is giving me anxiety and stress and frustration and anger and all things that are not good for the person living inside me.
It boils down to this...I want to be at home with my child. I want to raise him. And knowing that there isn't a real possibility of me being able to do this is killing me.
I am positive this is not the last time I will be talking about this. I am sure it will change and re-change a million more times before Cayden is born and my FMLA is over. I just know that if you wait too long to make a decision the decision makes itself for you.
Eating!
It’s official…I *cannot* stop eating. Everything is just so delicious and wonderful to me right now. I am especially craving food with high sodium content; which is so bizarre because I’ve never liked really salty foods. But I find myself eating ramen noodles and Chef Boyardee constantly. I’m reverting back to my youth and eating like I’m 8 years old.
However, I don’t discriminate against sweet foods. I usually eat dessert every night…brownies, cake, Snickers, ice cream, whatever is on hand. I can’t help myself it’s just all so delicious. In fact, I am eating as I write this. I just got done eating a strawberry yogurt and now I am eating a chunk of cheese. Boy, I’ve really kicked up the dairy consumption too.
So basically I am eating more salty food, more sweet food and more diary food. I guess you can say I am just eating more in general because I haven’t neglected the fruits and vegetables either.
I didn’t think pregnant people could eat large portions because the baby is pressing on the stomach making it smaller. Well, my stomach doesn’t appear to be smaller at all—just higher. It’s so funny to have stomach growls that are practically in my chest. I can eat huge portions, huge. I never leave a morsel on my plate.
Baby Cayden seems to love the food just as much as I do. After every meal he starts dancing happily in my belly. Or maybe he is being smashed by the enormous weight of my stomach and is trying to find some wiggle room.
I like to say that I have a Homer Simpson belly—there is no denying it…I’m getting big. One of my co-workers saw me yesterday and said with wide eyes, “Whoa…baby belly…” I’m going to blame my petite frame. I can’t imagine what I will look like when this kid puts on another 5 pounds.
However, I don’t discriminate against sweet foods. I usually eat dessert every night…brownies, cake, Snickers, ice cream, whatever is on hand. I can’t help myself it’s just all so delicious. In fact, I am eating as I write this. I just got done eating a strawberry yogurt and now I am eating a chunk of cheese. Boy, I’ve really kicked up the dairy consumption too.
So basically I am eating more salty food, more sweet food and more diary food. I guess you can say I am just eating more in general because I haven’t neglected the fruits and vegetables either.
I didn’t think pregnant people could eat large portions because the baby is pressing on the stomach making it smaller. Well, my stomach doesn’t appear to be smaller at all—just higher. It’s so funny to have stomach growls that are practically in my chest. I can eat huge portions, huge. I never leave a morsel on my plate.
Baby Cayden seems to love the food just as much as I do. After every meal he starts dancing happily in my belly. Or maybe he is being smashed by the enormous weight of my stomach and is trying to find some wiggle room.
I like to say that I have a Homer Simpson belly—there is no denying it…I’m getting big. One of my co-workers saw me yesterday and said with wide eyes, “Whoa…baby belly…” I’m going to blame my petite frame. I can’t imagine what I will look like when this kid puts on another 5 pounds.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Payson Here We Come!
We are getting ready to go on our Baby Moon this weekend and I am so excited. I’ve been pumped to head up to Payson, AZ since we booked the trip, but I am especially excited now that it’s been snowing there for the past few days. It is going to be such a change of scenery for us. I remain amazed by the difference 90 miles can make.
I have my fingers double crossed that the snow lasts until this weekend and it’s not just a muddy mess when we get there. We were planning on going to the lake to have a picnic and maybe doing a little fishing. That plan may have to be altered. Chad says we may end up stuck indoors. I wouldn’t mind that at all. The cabin appears to be adorable and it has a log fire place and a kitchenette. I am definitely taking stuff to make smores!
I bet Buster is going to love this trip. He is such a city dog. I can’t wait to get him into the great outdoors. It’s so nice being able to take him with us. We usually always have to leave him with Chad’s uncle. It’s a shame most hotels are not pet friendly.
Saturday evening we have reservations at a nice (the only) Italian restaurant in Payson. Yum, yum. Afterwards we may go to the casino or see a movie. The dinner reservations are the only definite plans we have and I love that the weekend doesn’t have to follow an agenda. It will be so nice to relax and get to enjoy some quality time with my hubby on my birthday and Valentine’s Day.
While my parents were here this weekend I got a birthday-preview. They took me to dinner at P.F. Chang’s—delicious. They also got me a gift certificate for 3 massages. Chad bought me a new maternity outfit and pitched in on the massages. Chad didn’t even have to get me any presents…he’s already given me the best present I could ever ask for…he’s in my belly.
I can’t believe I am going to be 26 on Saturday. It’s been 8 years since graduating high school and 4 years since graduating college. Time flies. I’m closer to 30 than I am to 20. Yikes.
I have my fingers double crossed that the snow lasts until this weekend and it’s not just a muddy mess when we get there. We were planning on going to the lake to have a picnic and maybe doing a little fishing. That plan may have to be altered. Chad says we may end up stuck indoors. I wouldn’t mind that at all. The cabin appears to be adorable and it has a log fire place and a kitchenette. I am definitely taking stuff to make smores!
I bet Buster is going to love this trip. He is such a city dog. I can’t wait to get him into the great outdoors. It’s so nice being able to take him with us. We usually always have to leave him with Chad’s uncle. It’s a shame most hotels are not pet friendly.
Saturday evening we have reservations at a nice (the only) Italian restaurant in Payson. Yum, yum. Afterwards we may go to the casino or see a movie. The dinner reservations are the only definite plans we have and I love that the weekend doesn’t have to follow an agenda. It will be so nice to relax and get to enjoy some quality time with my hubby on my birthday and Valentine’s Day.
While my parents were here this weekend I got a birthday-preview. They took me to dinner at P.F. Chang’s—delicious. They also got me a gift certificate for 3 massages. Chad bought me a new maternity outfit and pitched in on the massages. Chad didn’t even have to get me any presents…he’s already given me the best present I could ever ask for…he’s in my belly.
I can’t believe I am going to be 26 on Saturday. It’s been 8 years since graduating high school and 4 years since graduating college. Time flies. I’m closer to 30 than I am to 20. Yikes.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Cayden’s Latest Photo Shoot
I had another ultrasound on Friday and got to get another peek at precious Baby Cayden. My parents were in town this weekend and they went to the ultrasound with me. As you can imagine, this was very exciting for them. They’ve only seen ultrasound pictures and seen the ultrasound DVD. There is something extra special about being able to watch the baby live and in action. My mom was a weepy mess—it was beyond adorable.
I am happy to say that he wasn’t being as stubborn during this ultrasound as he has in the past. We were able to get some really good pictures of him this time. He is also proving to be quiet the gymnast. He was literally bent in half with his toes touching his forehead. What a nut! He is already so entertaining –I can’t wait until he is out and about in the world.
I can’t believe there is only 18 weeks left in my pregnancy. It is going by so fast. Every day I look and feel more and more pregnant. Cayden is making himself more known to us everyday too. His kicks are getting stronger and more frequent by the day.
I can now start really sharing this pregnancy with the people around me. Cayden’s kicks are strong enough to be felt by other people. Chad starting feeling kicks last Saturday. They are subtle and you really have to concentrate to feel them, but they can definitely be felt. Both my mom and my dad were able to feel his kicks too. It’s so exciting. I can’t wait to start seeing body parts move across my belly—it’s gonna be freaky and awesome. I can’t believe there is a person inside my person. Life…it really is miraculous.
I am happy to say that he wasn’t being as stubborn during this ultrasound as he has in the past. We were able to get some really good pictures of him this time. He is also proving to be quiet the gymnast. He was literally bent in half with his toes touching his forehead. What a nut! He is already so entertaining –I can’t wait until he is out and about in the world.
I can’t believe there is only 18 weeks left in my pregnancy. It is going by so fast. Every day I look and feel more and more pregnant. Cayden is making himself more known to us everyday too. His kicks are getting stronger and more frequent by the day.
I can now start really sharing this pregnancy with the people around me. Cayden’s kicks are strong enough to be felt by other people. Chad starting feeling kicks last Saturday. They are subtle and you really have to concentrate to feel them, but they can definitely be felt. Both my mom and my dad were able to feel his kicks too. It’s so exciting. I can’t wait to start seeing body parts move across my belly—it’s gonna be freaky and awesome. I can’t believe there is a person inside my person. Life…it really is miraculous.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Missing: Class, if found, please return to owner
Some people have no class. Okay, so I am an overly-sensitive mother lioness right now, but still, some people have no class.
Today, we had a department luncheon because one of our managers has been promoted to National Director of Alumni relations--go Nikki! We were all gathered around talking, eating lunch and generally having a good time.
As usually happens most days one of my co-workers brought up me being pregnant and asked, "How's the baby doing? Is he moving around a lot?"
Then Steve, an older gentlemen, said, "You're having a boy? Any thoughts on a name?"
"Oh yes," I say. "We are naming him Cayden."
"Why, are you mad at him?"
This pissed me off. "No, why?"
"Oh, because boys don't like being called weird names."
"Cayden is not weird name."
The conversation when back and forth for a while. He said that Cayden is a weird name, he's never heard of it, boys don't like unusual names, using a C instead of a K is even more weird and that he is only commenting on my name choice because he considers himself a child advocate. A child advocate...what does that even mean? It's not like I'm abusing my child!
Man, I was fuming. I finally said, "Well, I'm sorry you don't like my name choice, but luckily for you--you don't have to live with the name."
I was about 30 second away from telling him what name I think he should have...a$$hole.
Like I said, some people have no class.
Today, we had a department luncheon because one of our managers has been promoted to National Director of Alumni relations--go Nikki! We were all gathered around talking, eating lunch and generally having a good time.
As usually happens most days one of my co-workers brought up me being pregnant and asked, "How's the baby doing? Is he moving around a lot?"
Then Steve, an older gentlemen, said, "You're having a boy? Any thoughts on a name?"
"Oh yes," I say. "We are naming him Cayden."
"Why, are you mad at him?"
This pissed me off. "No, why?"
"Oh, because boys don't like being called weird names."
"Cayden is not weird name."
The conversation when back and forth for a while. He said that Cayden is a weird name, he's never heard of it, boys don't like unusual names, using a C instead of a K is even more weird and that he is only commenting on my name choice because he considers himself a child advocate. A child advocate...what does that even mean? It's not like I'm abusing my child!
Man, I was fuming. I finally said, "Well, I'm sorry you don't like my name choice, but luckily for you--you don't have to live with the name."
I was about 30 second away from telling him what name I think he should have...a$$hole.
Like I said, some people have no class.
14 Under 7
I’m sure by now you’ve heard about the lady in California who gave birth to octuplets. While I am thankful the babies all survived the birth and are doing well I don’t feel like this birth should be a celebration. Instead, it should be a scary lesson of how *not* to handle fertility treatments.
The woman who birthed these 8 babies already had 6 at home—all under the age of 7 and according to the grandmother were all conceived via intro fertilization. So this means that she now has 14 babies under the age of 7. She also lives with her parents, has no domestic partner and is jobless. While I 100% support a woman’s right to reproduce I feel like this is child abuse. There is no possible way to give all 14 babies the love, attention and care they need.
No one would try to raise 14 puppies at once so why do it with human beings?
This also raises a lot of ethical questions. How many children is too many? Should a woman who already has children undergo fertility treatments? I don’t know what the magic number is when it comes to having too many children. But I definitely feel that 14 under the age of 7 is too many.
I also want to want to state that I am a firm supporter of fertility treatments. I feel when done properly they serve a very special purpose by allowing a couple to conceive. I was extremely fortunate that Chad and I were able to get pregnant after only 6 weeks of trying. Not every couple is that lucky. If, for some reason, Chad and I weren’t able to conceive on our own I would have undergone fertility treatments. However, I *never* would have allowed 8 fertilized eggs to be implanted into my body.
The woman who birthed these 8 babies already had 6 at home—all under the age of 7 and according to the grandmother were all conceived via intro fertilization. So this means that she now has 14 babies under the age of 7. She also lives with her parents, has no domestic partner and is jobless. While I 100% support a woman’s right to reproduce I feel like this is child abuse. There is no possible way to give all 14 babies the love, attention and care they need.
No one would try to raise 14 puppies at once so why do it with human beings?
This also raises a lot of ethical questions. How many children is too many? Should a woman who already has children undergo fertility treatments? I don’t know what the magic number is when it comes to having too many children. But I definitely feel that 14 under the age of 7 is too many.
I also want to want to state that I am a firm supporter of fertility treatments. I feel when done properly they serve a very special purpose by allowing a couple to conceive. I was extremely fortunate that Chad and I were able to get pregnant after only 6 weeks of trying. Not every couple is that lucky. If, for some reason, Chad and I weren’t able to conceive on our own I would have undergone fertility treatments. However, I *never* would have allowed 8 fertilized eggs to be implanted into my body.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Stay At Home Mom?
The more I think about it the more I want to quit my job and stay home with Baby Cayden. It is something that I really want and something that I think Baby Cayden really needs. The biggest obstacle standing between our family and this goal right now is…money, of course. I have been racking my brain trying to figure out a way to make the numbers work. Heck, I’ve been losing sleep over this.
It finally dawned on me. Where do I work? The University of Phoenix. What is the main purpose of this company? Teaching working adults. Why the heck don’t I just starting teaching for University of Phoenix instead of being a full-time employee? I can teach class one night a week for 5 weeks and then start a new class.
I wouldn’t make as much teaching as I do in my current position, but the extra money would help tremendously. Plus, once I get adapted to teaching I could take on more courses. Ideally I would like to teach two classes at a time; one campus course and one online course.
There is, however, one little glitch in this great plan of mine. In order to teach at University of Phoenix you need to have your master’s degree for at least two years. I’ve had my masters degree for just one year. However, I do personally know the Director of Academic Affairs and I am going to ask him to waive this requirement for me. I think he might. I truly hope he does.
So here is the lowdown. If I can start teaching and Chad gets a raise (he is supposed to be getting one—fingers crossed) then I can quit my job. Or, if I teach two classes I can quit my job; Chad will not even need to get a raise, but if he does it will make it that much better.
Originally we had planned on having Chad quit his job and stay home with the baby. We thought of this because I have way better benefits than him; including insurance, 401k, vacation, career path, etc. However, after giving it more thought. It seems to make so much more sense to have me quit my job and teach. I just hope it works out. I am excited about this—maybe too excited.
I will keep you posted. Fingers crossed!
It finally dawned on me. Where do I work? The University of Phoenix. What is the main purpose of this company? Teaching working adults. Why the heck don’t I just starting teaching for University of Phoenix instead of being a full-time employee? I can teach class one night a week for 5 weeks and then start a new class.
I wouldn’t make as much teaching as I do in my current position, but the extra money would help tremendously. Plus, once I get adapted to teaching I could take on more courses. Ideally I would like to teach two classes at a time; one campus course and one online course.
There is, however, one little glitch in this great plan of mine. In order to teach at University of Phoenix you need to have your master’s degree for at least two years. I’ve had my masters degree for just one year. However, I do personally know the Director of Academic Affairs and I am going to ask him to waive this requirement for me. I think he might. I truly hope he does.
So here is the lowdown. If I can start teaching and Chad gets a raise (he is supposed to be getting one—fingers crossed) then I can quit my job. Or, if I teach two classes I can quit my job; Chad will not even need to get a raise, but if he does it will make it that much better.
Originally we had planned on having Chad quit his job and stay home with the baby. We thought of this because I have way better benefits than him; including insurance, 401k, vacation, career path, etc. However, after giving it more thought. It seems to make so much more sense to have me quit my job and teach. I just hope it works out. I am excited about this—maybe too excited.
I will keep you posted. Fingers crossed!
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Bitter...Really Bitter
*I am so bitter right now…please excuse this rant. I apologize for how offensive I am about to be.*
We did our tax returns yesterday and we totally got screwed. We are getting back next to nothing and I simply can’t believe it. We were really counting on this tax return to help pay off/down a loan we took out to re-do the backyard and finish getting everything ready for Cayden.
I truly believed that our house was going to help us out and it didn’t. I am such a bitter homeowner right now it’s unreal. I would go back to renting our townhouse in a second. We paid over $12,000 in interest on our mortgage this year and it got us a $600 rebate. What a joke! Not only that but the house is worth $40,000 *less* than what we paid for it 15 months ago. I used to have second thoughts about buying the house and now…now I regret it just about every day.
I feel like there is no incentive in this country for working hard. I feel like I am being punished for being a married home owner with a good job. Maybe because I am a married home owner with a good job I don’t deserve any special treatment from the government? I don’t know. I just know how I feel and right now I feel robbed.
In the end it comes down to this…we made too much money this year. But it doesn’t *feel* like we made a lot of money. We don’t spend extravagantly or out of our means…it’s just really expensive to live in AZ. It’s expensive to live anywhere.
Once again, I feel like I felt after the Super Bowl…completely deflated…like someone just let all my air out. It’s beyond disappointing.
I told Chad yesterday that we should just quit our jobs, have like 6 kids and live off of welfare, WIC and food stamps and wait for our 10k tax return every year. That sounds so much easier that busting my ass everyday at a job I only kind of like. Yes. I am *that* bitter.
Oh yeah…here’s the icing on the cake. Our 401K lost 38.9% of its value over the past 12 months. Not only is my house worth nothing, but now I never get to retire! Once again…what’s the point of even trying?
Note to self: remain thankful that we don’t owe. I have to say it over and over again, because I’ll lose my flipping mind if I don’t.
We did our tax returns yesterday and we totally got screwed. We are getting back next to nothing and I simply can’t believe it. We were really counting on this tax return to help pay off/down a loan we took out to re-do the backyard and finish getting everything ready for Cayden.
I truly believed that our house was going to help us out and it didn’t. I am such a bitter homeowner right now it’s unreal. I would go back to renting our townhouse in a second. We paid over $12,000 in interest on our mortgage this year and it got us a $600 rebate. What a joke! Not only that but the house is worth $40,000 *less* than what we paid for it 15 months ago. I used to have second thoughts about buying the house and now…now I regret it just about every day.
I feel like there is no incentive in this country for working hard. I feel like I am being punished for being a married home owner with a good job. Maybe because I am a married home owner with a good job I don’t deserve any special treatment from the government? I don’t know. I just know how I feel and right now I feel robbed.
In the end it comes down to this…we made too much money this year. But it doesn’t *feel* like we made a lot of money. We don’t spend extravagantly or out of our means…it’s just really expensive to live in AZ. It’s expensive to live anywhere.
Once again, I feel like I felt after the Super Bowl…completely deflated…like someone just let all my air out. It’s beyond disappointing.
I told Chad yesterday that we should just quit our jobs, have like 6 kids and live off of welfare, WIC and food stamps and wait for our 10k tax return every year. That sounds so much easier that busting my ass everyday at a job I only kind of like. Yes. I am *that* bitter.
Oh yeah…here’s the icing on the cake. Our 401K lost 38.9% of its value over the past 12 months. Not only is my house worth nothing, but now I never get to retire! Once again…what’s the point of even trying?
Note to self: remain thankful that we don’t owe. I have to say it over and over again, because I’ll lose my flipping mind if I don’t.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Not So “Super” Weekend
Yesterday was Super Bowl 43. However, it was not that “Super” for those of us living in Arizona. The Cardinals lost in the last seconds of the game when the Steelers scored a last minute touchdown to bring the final score to 27-23. For a while it seemed like the Cardinals were going to make history and defy all odds when they were leading 23-20. But alas, there fairy tale season did not end with the big win. We remain proud of this team and hopeful for next season.
After the end of the game I felt so deflated. That is really the only word I can use to describe my emotions…deflated. It was such a huge emotional letdown. Even now, I still feel deflated and sad. I definitely have a Super Bowl hangover.
The game yesterday was the biggest sporting event in my life. I’ve never been so emotionally tied to a football game, any game. I, we all, felt like we were part of something bigger than ourselves. The entire state of Arizona has been filled with Cardinal Fever for the past two weeks—heck the past few months. Driving on the freeway cars were proudly displaying Cardinal flags and written across windshields was “Go Cards!” Businesses were proudly supporting this team with free food for patrons wearing Cardinal gear. Our company CEO even proclaimed Friday to be Cardinals Day and encouraged everyone to wear Cardinal gear and jeans in order to support our hometown team.
We had Chad’s sister Linsey and her husband Dustin, as well as, Chad’s uncle Jay come over for the festivities yesterday. Linsey is due to have a baby on March 15th! I can’t believe it. It seems like we just found out she was pregnant. She’s going to have a baby and then I am going to have a baby. Holy cow! Unbelievable.
Although, the Cardinals lost Cayden seemed to enjoy the game. He was bouncing around the whole game. I just know he was chanting, “Go Cards! Go Cards!”
After the end of the game I felt so deflated. That is really the only word I can use to describe my emotions…deflated. It was such a huge emotional letdown. Even now, I still feel deflated and sad. I definitely have a Super Bowl hangover.
The game yesterday was the biggest sporting event in my life. I’ve never been so emotionally tied to a football game, any game. I, we all, felt like we were part of something bigger than ourselves. The entire state of Arizona has been filled with Cardinal Fever for the past two weeks—heck the past few months. Driving on the freeway cars were proudly displaying Cardinal flags and written across windshields was “Go Cards!” Businesses were proudly supporting this team with free food for patrons wearing Cardinal gear. Our company CEO even proclaimed Friday to be Cardinals Day and encouraged everyone to wear Cardinal gear and jeans in order to support our hometown team.
We had Chad’s sister Linsey and her husband Dustin, as well as, Chad’s uncle Jay come over for the festivities yesterday. Linsey is due to have a baby on March 15th! I can’t believe it. It seems like we just found out she was pregnant. She’s going to have a baby and then I am going to have a baby. Holy cow! Unbelievable.
Although, the Cardinals lost Cayden seemed to enjoy the game. He was bouncing around the whole game. I just know he was chanting, “Go Cards! Go Cards!”
Friday, January 30, 2009
Must Be Showing
I’ve come to the conclusion this week that I must *obviously* be pregnant. There’s no more guessing. No more, “did Melissa eat too many cookies over Christmas?” My belly must look like it’s a whole lotta pregnant and it seems to have happened over night.
The reason beyond my theory? Everyone is talking to me about it. Not just the close friends at work who know, but *everyone*, even total strangers. I’ll be at the store and someone will ask, “When’s your baby due?” Or I will be changing at the gym and someone will ask me, “Are you having a boy or a girl.”
It’s completely crazy. I didn’t think people asked total strangers if they were pregnant because there’s that fear of offending someone who *isn’t* pregnant. Obviously, people are either very certain I am pregnant or they don’t give a damn if they offend me.
Either way, it’s really wild to have so many people asking me about my ever-expanding belly. I’ve never been the type of person who needs or wants a lot of attention, and luckily for me, I’ve never received a lot of attention. It’s all so new and different for me, but I do love talking about Baby Cayden any chance I get.
The reason beyond my theory? Everyone is talking to me about it. Not just the close friends at work who know, but *everyone*, even total strangers. I’ll be at the store and someone will ask, “When’s your baby due?” Or I will be changing at the gym and someone will ask me, “Are you having a boy or a girl.”
It’s completely crazy. I didn’t think people asked total strangers if they were pregnant because there’s that fear of offending someone who *isn’t* pregnant. Obviously, people are either very certain I am pregnant or they don’t give a damn if they offend me.
Either way, it’s really wild to have so many people asking me about my ever-expanding belly. I’ve never been the type of person who needs or wants a lot of attention, and luckily for me, I’ve never received a lot of attention. It’s all so new and different for me, but I do love talking about Baby Cayden any chance I get.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Tag, I'm it.
My friend Abby Reed has tagged me (http://abbyreed.blogspot.com/).
Here are the rules:
1) Choose the 4th folder where you store your pictures on your computer.
2) Select the 4th picture in the folder.
3) Explain the picture.
Here is my picture:
Random, totally random is all I can say about this picture. This is one of the hundreds of pictures I have of my dog Buster.
I'm not quiet sure why Chad chose to save this picture from our digital camera and download it to our laptop. The picture does make any kind of sense. It has a whole bunch of human feet (my dad, my mom and Chad's uncle Jay) and my messy coffee table.
After looking closer at the picture I realize our old TV is in the upper right-hand corner. This is not the usual TV spot. Then it dawns on me...this is the day we bought our 60 inch TV. This also explains why the coffee table looks out of place. We are all hanging around watching Chad set up the new TV anxiously awaiting our first viewing.
It is random picture and it was completely random that we even bought the TV in the first place. Earlier in the day we went with my parents to eat at Souper Salad for lunch. Next to the Souper Salad is an Ultimate Electronics store. We had some time to kill so we wondered in to look around. An hour later Chad is buying a 60 inch TV. And now we have this picture to forever remember our first big screen TV.
Here are the rules:
1) Choose the 4th folder where you store your pictures on your computer.
2) Select the 4th picture in the folder.
3) Explain the picture.
Here is my picture:
Random, totally random is all I can say about this picture. This is one of the hundreds of pictures I have of my dog Buster.
I'm not quiet sure why Chad chose to save this picture from our digital camera and download it to our laptop. The picture does make any kind of sense. It has a whole bunch of human feet (my dad, my mom and Chad's uncle Jay) and my messy coffee table.
After looking closer at the picture I realize our old TV is in the upper right-hand corner. This is not the usual TV spot. Then it dawns on me...this is the day we bought our 60 inch TV. This also explains why the coffee table looks out of place. We are all hanging around watching Chad set up the new TV anxiously awaiting our first viewing.
It is random picture and it was completely random that we even bought the TV in the first place. Earlier in the day we went with my parents to eat at Souper Salad for lunch. Next to the Souper Salad is an Ultimate Electronics store. We had some time to kill so we wondered in to look around. An hour later Chad is buying a 60 inch TV. And now we have this picture to forever remember our first big screen TV.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
My Doctor
I came to the conclusion yesterday that I don’t like my doctor. Granted, I’ve only met him twice, but so far he has not left a good impression on me or Chad. The two times I have met with him I have felt incredibly rushed. He comes in feels my belly, listens to the heart beat and then says, “Any problems?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, but instead says, “Okay, great see you in four weeks.”
The whole process is overwhelming. During our first visit I was so stunned by the quickness of everything that I didn’t even ask one question—and believe me I have plenty. This time I was determined to get my questions answered. I spoke up and said, “I have a few questions.” I asked my questions, he quickly answered and did his usual, “Okay, great see you in four weeks.”
I just feel like he doesn’t *know* me or even *want* to know me. He probably doesn’t even know my name. He’s never asked a personal question and hasn’t taken one second to get to know Chad and I personally. He simply knows nothing about us. How can someone who doesn’t know me possibly care about me and my baby?
I don’t know. I’ve never had a baby before and I’ve never gone through this type of doctor experience before so maybe this is how all pre-natal visits are supposed to be. I just always envisioned a warm, caring relationship between myself and the person who would be caring for me and my unborn child.
I am thinking about changing. I absolutely do not want to stop going to New Horizons Women’s Care; however I think I may start seeing a different doctor in the practice. I wish I could see the FNP, Jodi through-out my entire pregnancy, but I can’t. Maybe I need a women—someone who can relate to me. Maybe Dr. Eich has been delivering babies too long and he has gotten out of touch with his patients, especially first time parents who are scared out of their minds.
We’ll see how our next appointment goes. If I don’t get a completely different vibe I will just ask to be scheduled with a different doctor for my next appointment. Besides, Dr. Eich might not even be the doctor to deliver Cayden since the practice works on a rotation schedule with the eight doctors on staff.
The whole process is overwhelming. During our first visit I was so stunned by the quickness of everything that I didn’t even ask one question—and believe me I have plenty. This time I was determined to get my questions answered. I spoke up and said, “I have a few questions.” I asked my questions, he quickly answered and did his usual, “Okay, great see you in four weeks.”
I just feel like he doesn’t *know* me or even *want* to know me. He probably doesn’t even know my name. He’s never asked a personal question and hasn’t taken one second to get to know Chad and I personally. He simply knows nothing about us. How can someone who doesn’t know me possibly care about me and my baby?
I don’t know. I’ve never had a baby before and I’ve never gone through this type of doctor experience before so maybe this is how all pre-natal visits are supposed to be. I just always envisioned a warm, caring relationship between myself and the person who would be caring for me and my unborn child.
I am thinking about changing. I absolutely do not want to stop going to New Horizons Women’s Care; however I think I may start seeing a different doctor in the practice. I wish I could see the FNP, Jodi through-out my entire pregnancy, but I can’t. Maybe I need a women—someone who can relate to me. Maybe Dr. Eich has been delivering babies too long and he has gotten out of touch with his patients, especially first time parents who are scared out of their minds.
We’ll see how our next appointment goes. If I don’t get a completely different vibe I will just ask to be scheduled with a different doctor for my next appointment. Besides, Dr. Eich might not even be the doctor to deliver Cayden since the practice works on a rotation schedule with the eight doctors on staff.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Stubborn Already
Baby Cayden is only 20 weeks old and already ready he is proving to be a very stubborn little boy. I had yet another ultrasound yesterday and he simply would not cooperate. It was supposed to be a "quick look" at his organs again. I was there over 45 minutes.
He has never been cooperative during ultrasounds--the little booger! Yesterday he was especially uncooperative--he was really making the ultrasound tech work for her pay check. She had me in every position you could imagine. She had me lay on my left side, then my right side, then cross my legs and then un-cross my legs. Not only that, but she was pushing on my belling with the scanner device thingy extra hard--holy cow. Plus, she was shaking the belly like a milkshake. Nothing...he simply would not do what she wanted.
I tell ya this kid can understand human language and then he ignores everything that's being asked of him. When the ultrasound tech wanted to look at his heart he would put his hand over his chest...when she wanted to look at this face he would put his hands over it...when she wanted to look at his kidney's he would put his hand over his belly...and so on and so forth. It was amusing after awhile; especially because the ultrasound tech kept saying, "He's really making me work hard."
So, need-less-to-say I didn't walk away from the appointment with very many good pictures of little Cayden. But I am happy to announce that since my last appointment two weeks ago he has grown 1 inch (up to 9) and put on an additional 4 ounces (up to 12).
I talked to the doctor yesterday too. I actually spoke to a real live doctor...I couldn't believe it. She said that Cayden is developing "beautifully" and that he is completely "normal". What a relief. She also said that I appear to be just fine and she can't foresee me going into early labor as earlier thought.
He has never been cooperative during ultrasounds--the little booger! Yesterday he was especially uncooperative--he was really making the ultrasound tech work for her pay check. She had me in every position you could imagine. She had me lay on my left side, then my right side, then cross my legs and then un-cross my legs. Not only that, but she was pushing on my belling with the scanner device thingy extra hard--holy cow. Plus, she was shaking the belly like a milkshake. Nothing...he simply would not do what she wanted.
I tell ya this kid can understand human language and then he ignores everything that's being asked of him. When the ultrasound tech wanted to look at his heart he would put his hand over his chest...when she wanted to look at this face he would put his hands over it...when she wanted to look at his kidney's he would put his hand over his belly...and so on and so forth. It was amusing after awhile; especially because the ultrasound tech kept saying, "He's really making me work hard."
So, need-less-to-say I didn't walk away from the appointment with very many good pictures of little Cayden. But I am happy to announce that since my last appointment two weeks ago he has grown 1 inch (up to 9) and put on an additional 4 ounces (up to 12).
I talked to the doctor yesterday too. I actually spoke to a real live doctor...I couldn't believe it. She said that Cayden is developing "beautifully" and that he is completely "normal". What a relief. She also said that I appear to be just fine and she can't foresee me going into early labor as earlier thought.
Monday, January 26, 2009
More Pregnancy Changes
Ahhh, the joys of pregnancy. Apparently, the belly isn’t the only body part that gets bigger with pregnancy. The boobs get bigger too, a lot bigger. I had to go to the store this weekend and get new bras. The ones I have now simply no longer fit, I was busting out of them in every possible way.
I bought a bra at Wal-Mart last weekend. It was horrible. Never buy a bra at Wal-Mart. It was so uncomfortable and really itchy. I usually get my bras at Victoria Secret, but I don’t want to spend $45 on a bra that I might only be wearing a few months. So I decided to head to Kohl’s; they always have really good sales and I like all the clothes I get there so I figured it was worth a shot.
I was very impressed. Kohl’s had a huge selection to choose from and they were all very nice. I ended up getting two Vera Wang (very stylish, huh) bras for only $36…for both of them!
I went up a cup size. Holy cow. I’m four and a half months pregnant and I’ve already gone up a cup size. I’m getting a little freaked out about this. Chances are I may go up another cup size before I deliver. I will tip over if that happens. I am very small. I am super-short and have a very small frame; my body wasn’t designed to carry boobs this big. Plus, when all is said and done my boobs will go back down…down to the floor!
This has been a good lesson for me though. I always thought I wanted to get a boob job. I’ve never been flat chest-ed, but I always thought I could stand to use a bit more up top. Now, that I got a lot more up top it’s so not worth it. I look at myself in the mirror sometimes and just say to myself, “My God, my boobs are just so big, ugh.” Maybe if they weren’t accompanied by an ever growing belly it wouldn’t be so bad. All you A cup girls out there…celebrate, because huge boobs are not all they’re cracked up to be.
I bought a bra at Wal-Mart last weekend. It was horrible. Never buy a bra at Wal-Mart. It was so uncomfortable and really itchy. I usually get my bras at Victoria Secret, but I don’t want to spend $45 on a bra that I might only be wearing a few months. So I decided to head to Kohl’s; they always have really good sales and I like all the clothes I get there so I figured it was worth a shot.
I was very impressed. Kohl’s had a huge selection to choose from and they were all very nice. I ended up getting two Vera Wang (very stylish, huh) bras for only $36…for both of them!
I went up a cup size. Holy cow. I’m four and a half months pregnant and I’ve already gone up a cup size. I’m getting a little freaked out about this. Chances are I may go up another cup size before I deliver. I will tip over if that happens. I am very small. I am super-short and have a very small frame; my body wasn’t designed to carry boobs this big. Plus, when all is said and done my boobs will go back down…down to the floor!
This has been a good lesson for me though. I always thought I wanted to get a boob job. I’ve never been flat chest-ed, but I always thought I could stand to use a bit more up top. Now, that I got a lot more up top it’s so not worth it. I look at myself in the mirror sometimes and just say to myself, “My God, my boobs are just so big, ugh.” Maybe if they weren’t accompanied by an ever growing belly it wouldn’t be so bad. All you A cup girls out there…celebrate, because huge boobs are not all they’re cracked up to be.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Pregnancy and the Immune System
Apparently, when you get pregnant your immune system gets shot. I am sick for the second time in three months. This is beyond unusual for me. I am one of those real braggy-annoying people who constantly talk about never getting sick. I am utterly annoyed by this. You would think with all the pre-natal vitamins I am taking I would be as healthy as a horse.
After doing some Google web searches it turns out that a women's immune system become less effective when she becomes pregnant. There is a purpose behind the weakened immune system; it keeps the women's body from treating the baby like a parasite and destroying it. Wow! If that's not proof that there's a God and he planned our bodies perfectly I don't know what is.
So, I will take this slight cold with a grain of salt because it means that baby Cayden is thriving and that makes it all the worthwhile. I am not even that sick. I just don't feel that good. I am coughing like a mad-man. All the coughing is making my back hurt, my throat hurt and my head hurt. Boo for me. I just have to keep reminding myself, "This ain't nothing compared to labor, so brace yourself Missy."
The up-side to being sick? Getting time off of work. I left yesterday at noon and I will probably leave a bit early today too. Being at home during the day is awesome. I watch three hour blocks of "A Baby Story" on TLC and cry my eyes out. I was going to try and get Chad and I on that show but they only accept couples in the New-York tri-state area. Double boo.
After doing some Google web searches it turns out that a women's immune system become less effective when she becomes pregnant. There is a purpose behind the weakened immune system; it keeps the women's body from treating the baby like a parasite and destroying it. Wow! If that's not proof that there's a God and he planned our bodies perfectly I don't know what is.
So, I will take this slight cold with a grain of salt because it means that baby Cayden is thriving and that makes it all the worthwhile. I am not even that sick. I just don't feel that good. I am coughing like a mad-man. All the coughing is making my back hurt, my throat hurt and my head hurt. Boo for me. I just have to keep reminding myself, "This ain't nothing compared to labor, so brace yourself Missy."
The up-side to being sick? Getting time off of work. I left yesterday at noon and I will probably leave a bit early today too. Being at home during the day is awesome. I watch three hour blocks of "A Baby Story" on TLC and cry my eyes out. I was going to try and get Chad and I on that show but they only accept couples in the New-York tri-state area. Double boo.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Kim
I haven’t talked at all about my pregnant boss Kim. I figured her story wasn’t mine to tell. However, I feel compelled to talk about her today; mainly because she has been in my constant thoughts these past few weeks. Kim has been my boss for a little over a year now and I feel like we’ve known each other forever. Despite our large age difference—she is probably 18 years old than me—I feel extremely close to her and we’ve become friends.
Her guidance as a manger and friendship have meant the world to me. That’s why back in early September when she told me she was pregnant I was delighted for her. She took a long and painfully journey to get to motherhood and now her dreams were all coming true. I’d never been so happy for someone else in my entire life.
Unfortunately, this joy would not last long. In late September, Kim and her husband found out their baby had Trisomy 18. This condition affects the baby’s major organs and the chance of survival is very little. I was emotionally overwhelmed by this announcement. It was at the time when Chad and I were trying to start our own family (little did we know I was already two weeks pregnant).
When I learned about Kim's baby's condition the only word I could think of was "un-fair". It's a childish and immature word, but I couldn't help it. The simple truth was that it was un-fair. It was un-fair that Kim's chance at motherhood was going to be cut short. It was un-fair that she may never get another chance.
These past few months in the office have been filled with emotion, long-talks and hugs. Each day that passed was a blessing because it increased the baby’s chances of surviving to full-term. Before we knew it January was upon us and Kim was scheduled for a c-section. The baby was coming early because amniotic fluid was low and because doctors could help the baby better outside of the womb.
So, on January 15th, Martin Luther King’s birthday, Zoey Mae was born at 3 pounds 1 ounce. She is beautiful and absolute proof that God listen’s to prayers and works miracles. Zoey still has a long road ahead of her and is most definitely a special needs child. Kim cares about none of that and is completely grateful for this small miracle in her life. Right now the baby remains in the NICU unit of a hospital here in the Phoenix area. She will likely remain there for sometime.
I cannot get Zoey or Kim off my mind. It is emotional in a way that I can’t describe. I cry a lot about it and it’s not because I’m pregnant; it’s because I’m human. Kim is a good person—it radiates from her. Her attitude, faith and perseverance during this time have been phenomenal and it only serves to break my heart even more. However, Zoey has fought the odds and I hope and pray that she continues to do so and Kim is able to see her blossom into a toddler, tween, teenager and beyond.
Her guidance as a manger and friendship have meant the world to me. That’s why back in early September when she told me she was pregnant I was delighted for her. She took a long and painfully journey to get to motherhood and now her dreams were all coming true. I’d never been so happy for someone else in my entire life.
Unfortunately, this joy would not last long. In late September, Kim and her husband found out their baby had Trisomy 18. This condition affects the baby’s major organs and the chance of survival is very little. I was emotionally overwhelmed by this announcement. It was at the time when Chad and I were trying to start our own family (little did we know I was already two weeks pregnant).
When I learned about Kim's baby's condition the only word I could think of was "un-fair". It's a childish and immature word, but I couldn't help it. The simple truth was that it was un-fair. It was un-fair that Kim's chance at motherhood was going to be cut short. It was un-fair that she may never get another chance.
These past few months in the office have been filled with emotion, long-talks and hugs. Each day that passed was a blessing because it increased the baby’s chances of surviving to full-term. Before we knew it January was upon us and Kim was scheduled for a c-section. The baby was coming early because amniotic fluid was low and because doctors could help the baby better outside of the womb.
So, on January 15th, Martin Luther King’s birthday, Zoey Mae was born at 3 pounds 1 ounce. She is beautiful and absolute proof that God listen’s to prayers and works miracles. Zoey still has a long road ahead of her and is most definitely a special needs child. Kim cares about none of that and is completely grateful for this small miracle in her life. Right now the baby remains in the NICU unit of a hospital here in the Phoenix area. She will likely remain there for sometime.
I cannot get Zoey or Kim off my mind. It is emotional in a way that I can’t describe. I cry a lot about it and it’s not because I’m pregnant; it’s because I’m human. Kim is a good person—it radiates from her. Her attitude, faith and perseverance during this time have been phenomenal and it only serves to break my heart even more. However, Zoey has fought the odds and I hope and pray that she continues to do so and Kim is able to see her blossom into a toddler, tween, teenager and beyond.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Getting Ready for Baby
We are *so* getting ready for Baby Cayden. It’s all happening and it’s all happening so fast. I can’t believe it. I am getting super excited.
On Saturday we went to Wal-Mart and BabiesRUs to finish the registries. I had a blast registering for baby stuff. It’s addicting. I wanted to register for everything. Chad was able to keep me under control and we only got the necessities; plus a little extra—I couldn’t help myself. The only down part is that half of our items can’t be viewed or purchased on-line.
Also, Chad started working on the nursery. Right now, there is a large den-type room directly off of our master bedroom. Currently we are using it as a computer/getting ready room. But soon it will be transformed to a nursery. Chad started on the slight re-model this weekend. We are replacing the carpet with hardwood (laminate actually) floors and he is re-doing the walls. I know it will look gorgeous. I can’t wait to see the room all decorated.
On a side note…yesterday was a three day weekend. Unfortunately, I had to spend it by myself because Chad had to work. Boo. I spent the day watching HGTV and enjoying baby kicks. Cayden must have grown or gotten stronger these past few days. Starting on Sunday I started to feel him…*really* feel him. Before then I could only feel a little something maybe once a day. But Sunday, yesterday and today…it’s on. I feel him all the time…at least once an hour. I love it!
On Saturday we went to Wal-Mart and BabiesRUs to finish the registries. I had a blast registering for baby stuff. It’s addicting. I wanted to register for everything. Chad was able to keep me under control and we only got the necessities; plus a little extra—I couldn’t help myself. The only down part is that half of our items can’t be viewed or purchased on-line.
Also, Chad started working on the nursery. Right now, there is a large den-type room directly off of our master bedroom. Currently we are using it as a computer/getting ready room. But soon it will be transformed to a nursery. Chad started on the slight re-model this weekend. We are replacing the carpet with hardwood (laminate actually) floors and he is re-doing the walls. I know it will look gorgeous. I can’t wait to see the room all decorated.
On a side note…yesterday was a three day weekend. Unfortunately, I had to spend it by myself because Chad had to work. Boo. I spent the day watching HGTV and enjoying baby kicks. Cayden must have grown or gotten stronger these past few days. Starting on Sunday I started to feel him…*really* feel him. Before then I could only feel a little something maybe once a day. But Sunday, yesterday and today…it’s on. I feel him all the time…at least once an hour. I love it!
Friday, January 16, 2009
Bunco
So I am part of this Bunco group. Bunco is a dice game played by 12 women—it’s very fun and a great way for girls to get together and spend time gabbing, eating, and occasionally drinking. Our group meets once a month. Every month Bunco is hosted at a different person’s house. Last night Bunco was at my house.
One of the member’s of our Bunco team, Jennifer, just had a baby. Her name is Tatum and she is only 6 weeks old. Well, Jennifer brought along baby Tatum with her yesterday. Oh my gosh! She was completely adorable and I was completely in love.
Jennifer arrived with baby Tatum before most of the other girls arrived so I was able to spend some good quality time with the baby. Chad was able to witness this as well. Once the rest of the girls arrived he and Buster retreated into our bedroom.
I loved, loved, loved holding a baby in my arms. It was completely joyous. She was so soft and sweet and everything she did amused me. Buster was introduced to her and he was very curious. He sniffed her a lot and gave her kisses on the arm. It made me feel reassured for when Baby Cayden comes home. I know Buster will be awesome.
As the night progressed baby Tatum started getting a little grumpy. She started crying a lot and pretty loudly. However, to my surprise it didn’t bother me. I didn’t get instantly annoyed and she isn’t even my baby. I think toddler cry’s are more annoying.
Jennifer told me that during the first few weeks the crying is really difficult to deal with; simply because you don’t know how to make the baby happy. She said she cried a few times; not because she was frustrated or angry, but because she was sad that she couldn’t make baby Tatum happy. She said that you get used to it and it becomes manageable.
After the Bunco party was over and Chad and I were cleaning up he confessed that seeing me hold baby Tatum scared him a little bit. Not because he isn’t thrilled to have a baby in the house, but because he is worried about me physically handling a child. Tatum is only 6 weeks, but Chad said she looked big and heavy for me. I told him I would be fine and I am not doing all this working out for nothing. I am building strong baby lifting muscles!
I asked him, “Are you going to take over everything and always be the one to hold the baby because you don’t think I can handle him?”
“No, not at all. I just get worried about you.”
But, I’ll be fine. I’ll totally be fine. I’m going to be a mom and mom’s can handle anything!
One of the member’s of our Bunco team, Jennifer, just had a baby. Her name is Tatum and she is only 6 weeks old. Well, Jennifer brought along baby Tatum with her yesterday. Oh my gosh! She was completely adorable and I was completely in love.
Jennifer arrived with baby Tatum before most of the other girls arrived so I was able to spend some good quality time with the baby. Chad was able to witness this as well. Once the rest of the girls arrived he and Buster retreated into our bedroom.
I loved, loved, loved holding a baby in my arms. It was completely joyous. She was so soft and sweet and everything she did amused me. Buster was introduced to her and he was very curious. He sniffed her a lot and gave her kisses on the arm. It made me feel reassured for when Baby Cayden comes home. I know Buster will be awesome.
As the night progressed baby Tatum started getting a little grumpy. She started crying a lot and pretty loudly. However, to my surprise it didn’t bother me. I didn’t get instantly annoyed and she isn’t even my baby. I think toddler cry’s are more annoying.
Jennifer told me that during the first few weeks the crying is really difficult to deal with; simply because you don’t know how to make the baby happy. She said she cried a few times; not because she was frustrated or angry, but because she was sad that she couldn’t make baby Tatum happy. She said that you get used to it and it becomes manageable.
After the Bunco party was over and Chad and I were cleaning up he confessed that seeing me hold baby Tatum scared him a little bit. Not because he isn’t thrilled to have a baby in the house, but because he is worried about me physically handling a child. Tatum is only 6 weeks, but Chad said she looked big and heavy for me. I told him I would be fine and I am not doing all this working out for nothing. I am building strong baby lifting muscles!
I asked him, “Are you going to take over everything and always be the one to hold the baby because you don’t think I can handle him?”
“No, not at all. I just get worried about you.”
But, I’ll be fine. I’ll totally be fine. I’m going to be a mom and mom’s can handle anything!
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Baby Moon!
Chad and I are going on a Baby Moon! It’s like a honeymoon, but it involves a baby instead of a wedding. It’s just a nice way for us to spend some quality time together before the baby gets here in June. We are both so excited about this trip.
We will be going to Payson, Arizona for a weekend. We are leaving February 13th and staying for two nights in a cabin right on a beautiful creek. This particular weekend is absolutely perfect for our Baby Moon. 1) It’s Valentine’s Day 2) It’s my 26th birthday 3) It’s a three day weekend 4) It’s off season up in Payson so the cabin rental was fairly inexpensive 5) The cabin is pet friendly so Buster will be able to accompany us on this trip.
Payson is two hours and a million miles away from Phoenix. The temperature drops about 30 degrees and the elevation raises about 3,000 feet. The town is small, friendly and surrounded by beautiful tall pines. It’s a nature’s lover’s paradise. There is tons of fishing, hiking and wildlife watching.
I am so glad we are taking the time to do something for ourselves. I’m glad we made this trip a priority. Once the baby comes we will be too busy and too broke to do anything like this for a long time. I just want us to take a few days to completely consume each other and be alone.
Check out the cute cabins we will be staying at…
http://www.christophercreeklodge.com/
We will be going to Payson, Arizona for a weekend. We are leaving February 13th and staying for two nights in a cabin right on a beautiful creek. This particular weekend is absolutely perfect for our Baby Moon. 1) It’s Valentine’s Day 2) It’s my 26th birthday 3) It’s a three day weekend 4) It’s off season up in Payson so the cabin rental was fairly inexpensive 5) The cabin is pet friendly so Buster will be able to accompany us on this trip.
Payson is two hours and a million miles away from Phoenix. The temperature drops about 30 degrees and the elevation raises about 3,000 feet. The town is small, friendly and surrounded by beautiful tall pines. It’s a nature’s lover’s paradise. There is tons of fishing, hiking and wildlife watching.
I am so glad we are taking the time to do something for ourselves. I’m glad we made this trip a priority. Once the baby comes we will be too busy and too broke to do anything like this for a long time. I just want us to take a few days to completely consume each other and be alone.
Check out the cute cabins we will be staying at…
http://www.christophercreeklodge.com/
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Confirmation!
We got confirmation! Our baby is most definitely a baby boy. So Cayden James Reed will take on the world sometime around June 13th and we can’t wait. I would have been shocked if the baby’s gender was a girl, just because of what we were told at our last ultrasound.
I had been anxiously awaiting this appointment for weeks. I wanted to get gender confirmed and I wanted to make sure Cayden was big and healthy. Well, they were 45 minutes late in seeing us. I know this happens at doctor’s appointments; it’s to be expected. Nevertheless I was completely grumpy.
My appointment was for 3:15 the last appointment in the day. For some reason, yesterday, there was another lady who was scheduled *after* me. The waiting didn’t make me grumpy. It was the possibility of getting short-changed that made me grumpy. I especially didn’t want them to have to reschedule.
Luckily, they didn’t have to reschedule, but I did feel short-changed in the appointment. During this appointment they were supposed to take an in-depth look at *everything*. But I felt like it was more of a glance over, rather than an in-depth look. I didn’t even like the pictures we walked away with.
Oh well, I have another appointment in two weeks. So I am sure I will be able to get better ultrasound pics then. Plus, we were told that everything looks good and there is no need to worry about anything. The ultrasound is recorded, we get a DVD copy and an electronic one goes to the doctor. So if anything is out of the ordinary they will call.
Cayden is 8 inches and weighs half a pound. I can’t believe how much weight he still has to put on…at least 5 and ½ pounds. No wonder most women balloon around 5 months. The ultrasound tech said he is measuring big, so they may move my due date up. Luckily, they aren’t having to move it up because of me. My cervix was long and closed—exactly as it should be. Thank goodness.
I had been anxiously awaiting this appointment for weeks. I wanted to get gender confirmed and I wanted to make sure Cayden was big and healthy. Well, they were 45 minutes late in seeing us. I know this happens at doctor’s appointments; it’s to be expected. Nevertheless I was completely grumpy.
My appointment was for 3:15 the last appointment in the day. For some reason, yesterday, there was another lady who was scheduled *after* me. The waiting didn’t make me grumpy. It was the possibility of getting short-changed that made me grumpy. I especially didn’t want them to have to reschedule.
Luckily, they didn’t have to reschedule, but I did feel short-changed in the appointment. During this appointment they were supposed to take an in-depth look at *everything*. But I felt like it was more of a glance over, rather than an in-depth look. I didn’t even like the pictures we walked away with.
Oh well, I have another appointment in two weeks. So I am sure I will be able to get better ultrasound pics then. Plus, we were told that everything looks good and there is no need to worry about anything. The ultrasound is recorded, we get a DVD copy and an electronic one goes to the doctor. So if anything is out of the ordinary they will call.
Cayden is 8 inches and weighs half a pound. I can’t believe how much weight he still has to put on…at least 5 and ½ pounds. No wonder most women balloon around 5 months. The ultrasound tech said he is measuring big, so they may move my due date up. Luckily, they aren’t having to move it up because of me. My cervix was long and closed—exactly as it should be. Thank goodness.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Hospital Visit (Last Night) & Dr. Appt (Today)
We visited the hospital that we will be delivering at last night. We are going to be delivering our baby at Chandler Regional Hospital. Originally, I wanted to deliver at Banner Gateway because it is brand new and close to our house. However, there were no OB/GYN’s affiliated with that hospital that accept our health insurance. This surprised me because we have United Healthcare and I thought this insurance was pretty universal and widely accepted.
We timed the drive from our house to the hospital, leaving at 6:20pm. It took us about 25 minutes. Yikes! I am sure when I am in labor those 25 minutes will feel more like 25 hours. However, we left the house at the peak of traffic. Hopefully, I will go into labor in the middle of the night and the 25 minute commute will turn into 15 minutes.
Seeing the delivery room, nursery and recovery room made everything so much more real to me. Now I am able to visualize exactly where I will be when everything is happening. Both the delivery and recovery rooms are private. I like this a lot. I don’t want to be overwhelmed by other patients scaring me. Also, Chandler Regional Hospital has the philosophy that the baby should spend his time in the room with his parents. So, unless I ask them to, the staff will never take Cayden from my side. Well, they do take him away to circumcise him. However, we are allowed to be there with him for that procedure. Chad says he won’t be able to watch the circumcision—it’ll make him (Chad) cry too much.
Today we have our appointment to get an in-depth look at the baby and to do my cervix tests. I am excited and anxious about this appointment. I couldn’t sleep last night. I can’t wait to find out if Cayden is staying Cayden or if our baby will instead be Baby Addison Mae Reed. I just can’t wait to meet Baby Reed no matter what the gender turns out to be.
Also, I am looking forward to seeing how my cervix is holding up. I have my fingers double crossed that I am okay in that area, because I do not want to deliver the baby too early. There are specific reasons babies stay in their mothers for 9 months. I want our baby to be as healthy as possible and that means baking for 9 months. Plus, if the cervix tests are not good it means no romantic-ness for Chad and I and that’s our favorite activity on the weekends.
I more than anything just want to see a big, strong, healthy baby with properly functioning organs. I can only imagine how active he will be this time on screen. I am feeling him more and it is only increasing this immense love I have for him. I am overwhelmed by these movements and I can’t wait until they get stronger, more distinct and more frequent. I have only had two real kicks: one mild and one strong. The rest have been subtle movements—little vibrations. But I know I will very soon start to feel everything and I can’t wait!
We timed the drive from our house to the hospital, leaving at 6:20pm. It took us about 25 minutes. Yikes! I am sure when I am in labor those 25 minutes will feel more like 25 hours. However, we left the house at the peak of traffic. Hopefully, I will go into labor in the middle of the night and the 25 minute commute will turn into 15 minutes.
Seeing the delivery room, nursery and recovery room made everything so much more real to me. Now I am able to visualize exactly where I will be when everything is happening. Both the delivery and recovery rooms are private. I like this a lot. I don’t want to be overwhelmed by other patients scaring me. Also, Chandler Regional Hospital has the philosophy that the baby should spend his time in the room with his parents. So, unless I ask them to, the staff will never take Cayden from my side. Well, they do take him away to circumcise him. However, we are allowed to be there with him for that procedure. Chad says he won’t be able to watch the circumcision—it’ll make him (Chad) cry too much.
Today we have our appointment to get an in-depth look at the baby and to do my cervix tests. I am excited and anxious about this appointment. I couldn’t sleep last night. I can’t wait to find out if Cayden is staying Cayden or if our baby will instead be Baby Addison Mae Reed. I just can’t wait to meet Baby Reed no matter what the gender turns out to be.
Also, I am looking forward to seeing how my cervix is holding up. I have my fingers double crossed that I am okay in that area, because I do not want to deliver the baby too early. There are specific reasons babies stay in their mothers for 9 months. I want our baby to be as healthy as possible and that means baking for 9 months. Plus, if the cervix tests are not good it means no romantic-ness for Chad and I and that’s our favorite activity on the weekends.
I more than anything just want to see a big, strong, healthy baby with properly functioning organs. I can only imagine how active he will be this time on screen. I am feeling him more and it is only increasing this immense love I have for him. I am overwhelmed by these movements and I can’t wait until they get stronger, more distinct and more frequent. I have only had two real kicks: one mild and one strong. The rest have been subtle movements—little vibrations. But I know I will very soon start to feel everything and I can’t wait!
Monday, January 12, 2009
A Lesson in Parenting
Lord give me patience. Yesterday Chad’s friend Brian came to the house to borrow our internet and play Rock Band with Chad. He brought his 6 year old son, Preston, with him. Lord give me patience. They didn’t stay longer than an hour and a half, but by the end of the visit I wanted to strangle Preston. Once again, Lord give me patience.
I spent the entire visit visiting with Preston while also trying to finish my Sunday chores (cooking dinner and doing laundry). The visit started out like this…we have all of Buster’s toys in his bed in our living room. Preston proceeded to pick up every single toy and throw them all about the house. I had to dodge a couple because he cannot throw straight. I asked him to go around the house and gather all the toys he had thrown and put them away. I got a very simple answer, “No.”
Frustrated by this, I go to finish some laundry. He follows me into the laundry room and goes outside to play fetch with Buster. This was really nice because Buster always likes a good round of fetch. However, my laundry was interrupted several times by Preston saying, “Look at me,” over and over and over again.
Then he comes into mine and Chad’s bedroom and spots Chad’s new acoustic guitar. Now, this kid has grown up on Rock Band and Guitar Hero and naturally figures Chad’s guitar is a toy. He sprints to the guitar and starts strumming.
I immediately run up to him and tell him, “No, Preston this is not a toy.”
This does not go over well with him, “But I want to try and play it.”
“I know, but it’s not a toy. So let’s go back to the living room and play Rock Band instead.”
“No, I want to play this one, please, please, please.”
“I’m sorry, but you can’t because it’s not a toy. Let’s go to the living room.”
“But, why? Please, please, please.” He continues to repeat those 5 words over and over and over again.
“Well, I am telling you no. Will you please just listen to me?”
“I’ll stop asking if you let me play it, please, please, please.”
Man, this kid is slick. I can feel my temperature rising and I know I am losing my patience. Heck, I was getting angry. I wanted to yell at him, “Because I said no, that’s why! Now get your butt in the living room and listen to me!” Finally, I got him by the hand and led him to the living room and tell him to join the Rock Bank session with his dad and Chad.
Instead he follows me in the kitchen and starts opening my pantry, refrigerator and freezer. He wants candy. I name everything I got in the way of candy…pop-tarts, fruit snacks, granola bars, and sweet tarts. He wants none of it. I then ask him to close the pantry. Not happening. So I have to close it for him. He eventually spots the ice cream and wants some of that. My response, “Go ask your dad.” Luckily for me Brian says no. I thought it was very ill-mannered of him to feel bold enough to dig through my kitchen like that.
Then he decides he wants to be a little chef and help me cook the spaghetti. He pops himself on my step-stool (yes, the shorty that I am needs a step stool in the kitchen) and wants to stir the cooking spaghetti. It’s the guitar conversation all over again.
“No, because it’s really hot and I don’t want you to burn yourself.”
Then it’s, “No, why? Please, please, please,” over and over and over again.
I was about to lose it, but luckily for both Preston and myself Brian announced they were leaving.
Wow! I am in for the ride of my life. However, I will say this. I do think Preston’s lack of respect for authority and inability to listen is avoidable. I believe you can teach children to listen and teach children respect. I can feel in me that I will be a disciplinarian and I will demand respect. I have been scared that I will be a push-over mom, but yesterday taught me that I will be nothing close to a pushover.
In the end I say, “bring it on!” Because I will not allow my child to be raised without rules and boundaries. Baby Cayden will know better.
I spent the entire visit visiting with Preston while also trying to finish my Sunday chores (cooking dinner and doing laundry). The visit started out like this…we have all of Buster’s toys in his bed in our living room. Preston proceeded to pick up every single toy and throw them all about the house. I had to dodge a couple because he cannot throw straight. I asked him to go around the house and gather all the toys he had thrown and put them away. I got a very simple answer, “No.”
Frustrated by this, I go to finish some laundry. He follows me into the laundry room and goes outside to play fetch with Buster. This was really nice because Buster always likes a good round of fetch. However, my laundry was interrupted several times by Preston saying, “Look at me,” over and over and over again.
Then he comes into mine and Chad’s bedroom and spots Chad’s new acoustic guitar. Now, this kid has grown up on Rock Band and Guitar Hero and naturally figures Chad’s guitar is a toy. He sprints to the guitar and starts strumming.
I immediately run up to him and tell him, “No, Preston this is not a toy.”
This does not go over well with him, “But I want to try and play it.”
“I know, but it’s not a toy. So let’s go back to the living room and play Rock Band instead.”
“No, I want to play this one, please, please, please.”
“I’m sorry, but you can’t because it’s not a toy. Let’s go to the living room.”
“But, why? Please, please, please.” He continues to repeat those 5 words over and over and over again.
“Well, I am telling you no. Will you please just listen to me?”
“I’ll stop asking if you let me play it, please, please, please.”
Man, this kid is slick. I can feel my temperature rising and I know I am losing my patience. Heck, I was getting angry. I wanted to yell at him, “Because I said no, that’s why! Now get your butt in the living room and listen to me!” Finally, I got him by the hand and led him to the living room and tell him to join the Rock Bank session with his dad and Chad.
Instead he follows me in the kitchen and starts opening my pantry, refrigerator and freezer. He wants candy. I name everything I got in the way of candy…pop-tarts, fruit snacks, granola bars, and sweet tarts. He wants none of it. I then ask him to close the pantry. Not happening. So I have to close it for him. He eventually spots the ice cream and wants some of that. My response, “Go ask your dad.” Luckily for me Brian says no. I thought it was very ill-mannered of him to feel bold enough to dig through my kitchen like that.
Then he decides he wants to be a little chef and help me cook the spaghetti. He pops himself on my step-stool (yes, the shorty that I am needs a step stool in the kitchen) and wants to stir the cooking spaghetti. It’s the guitar conversation all over again.
“No, because it’s really hot and I don’t want you to burn yourself.”
Then it’s, “No, why? Please, please, please,” over and over and over again.
I was about to lose it, but luckily for both Preston and myself Brian announced they were leaving.
Wow! I am in for the ride of my life. However, I will say this. I do think Preston’s lack of respect for authority and inability to listen is avoidable. I believe you can teach children to listen and teach children respect. I can feel in me that I will be a disciplinarian and I will demand respect. I have been scared that I will be a push-over mom, but yesterday taught me that I will be nothing close to a pushover.
In the end I say, “bring it on!” Because I will not allow my child to be raised without rules and boundaries. Baby Cayden will know better.
Go Cards!
I wanna give a shout-out to our hometown Arizona Cardinals who destroyed the Carolina Panthers in Saturday's NFC divisional game, 33-13. It was a sight to be seen. No one gave the Cardinals a chance and the dynamic combo of QB Kurt Warner and WR Larry Fitzgerald proved to be un-stopable.
Even better, the Cardinals will be hosting the NFC Championship game right here in Glendale, AZ. Chad and I tried getting tickets to the game, but it sold out in 6 minutes! Tickets on Craigslist right now are outrageous, so it looks like we will be watching the game at home.
Still, the city is abuzz with excitement. This is the first time EVER, EVER this has happened to the Arizona Cardinals. And bird frenzy is definitely in the air. Heck, even Baby Cayden was dancing around cheering on the Cards during the game on Saturday. Cayden's favorite player is Neil Rackers because they are both excellent kickers!
Go Cards...Super Bowl here we come!!!
Even better, the Cardinals will be hosting the NFC Championship game right here in Glendale, AZ. Chad and I tried getting tickets to the game, but it sold out in 6 minutes! Tickets on Craigslist right now are outrageous, so it looks like we will be watching the game at home.
Still, the city is abuzz with excitement. This is the first time EVER, EVER this has happened to the Arizona Cardinals. And bird frenzy is definitely in the air. Heck, even Baby Cayden was dancing around cheering on the Cards during the game on Saturday. Cayden's favorite player is Neil Rackers because they are both excellent kickers!
Go Cards...Super Bowl here we come!!!
Friday, January 9, 2009
What trimester is this?
Okay, so today I am officially 17 weeks preggers! Kudos to Chad for making it this long. We’ll see if his sanity and patience can make it another 23 weeks or so. If he hears the questions, “Am I showing yet?” or “Do you like my porn boobs?” one more time he’s likely to jump off a bridge. By the way, the answers are respectively, “Yes, but not too much.” and “Why is that a question?”
So, yes, 17 weeks and counting. Decently into my second trimester…the supposed “honeymoon trimester.” I feel lied to. I am still tired all the time. One of my co-workers said when she hit her second trimester she “could have run a marathon.” Liar! I can barely do 30 minutes on the treadmill.
And please don’t ask me about my work promptness. It no longer exists. I went from hitting the snooze button twice to hitting it about 5 times each morning. I live about 40 minutes from work and am supposed to be there at 8am. Chad will call at 7:45…“how’s the drive?” “I don’t know…I’m curling my hair.” “Slacker!” he proclaims.
Sometimes this is my typical work day…come home, sleep for about 30 minutes, make dinner, watch TV, fall asleep, wake up about 8:30, go to bed. Then there are the weekends. Holy cow…the weekends. Sleep until 10:30, in bed by 10:00, nap from 2:00 to 5:00. When my parents were here for New Year’s they were quite amazed by my ability to sleep despite just waking up. My dad actually said, “God, you’re getting lazy.”
I’m not lazy, I’m growing a person. Well, maybe I am a little lazy. It’s my second trimester! Where the hell is this sudden rush of energy I am supposed to be feeling?
So, yeah, the tiredness is hard. But what really left me asking, “what trimester is this?” came this morning. I threw up. Yup. I puked. Not once, but 4 times. 4 times. Am I having lag pregnancy symptoms? I never threw up before and was damn proud of it. Then this morning rolls around and it’s puke city. I had just got done taking my pre-natal vitamin and it’s red. So I’m puking up vitamins…red vitamins, but I think its blood. Holy cow…I’m bleeding internally, what’s wrong with me. Do I need to call 911? Never mind, just a pre-natal vitamin. Crises adverted.
So I get to work late, tired, starving and with a stomach ache. Oh well, after all this complaining I can honestly say Baby Cayden is so worth it!
So, yes, 17 weeks and counting. Decently into my second trimester…the supposed “honeymoon trimester.” I feel lied to. I am still tired all the time. One of my co-workers said when she hit her second trimester she “could have run a marathon.” Liar! I can barely do 30 minutes on the treadmill.
And please don’t ask me about my work promptness. It no longer exists. I went from hitting the snooze button twice to hitting it about 5 times each morning. I live about 40 minutes from work and am supposed to be there at 8am. Chad will call at 7:45…“how’s the drive?” “I don’t know…I’m curling my hair.” “Slacker!” he proclaims.
Sometimes this is my typical work day…come home, sleep for about 30 minutes, make dinner, watch TV, fall asleep, wake up about 8:30, go to bed. Then there are the weekends. Holy cow…the weekends. Sleep until 10:30, in bed by 10:00, nap from 2:00 to 5:00. When my parents were here for New Year’s they were quite amazed by my ability to sleep despite just waking up. My dad actually said, “God, you’re getting lazy.”
I’m not lazy, I’m growing a person. Well, maybe I am a little lazy. It’s my second trimester! Where the hell is this sudden rush of energy I am supposed to be feeling?
So, yeah, the tiredness is hard. But what really left me asking, “what trimester is this?” came this morning. I threw up. Yup. I puked. Not once, but 4 times. 4 times. Am I having lag pregnancy symptoms? I never threw up before and was damn proud of it. Then this morning rolls around and it’s puke city. I had just got done taking my pre-natal vitamin and it’s red. So I’m puking up vitamins…red vitamins, but I think its blood. Holy cow…I’m bleeding internally, what’s wrong with me. Do I need to call 911? Never mind, just a pre-natal vitamin. Crises adverted.
So I get to work late, tired, starving and with a stomach ache. Oh well, after all this complaining I can honestly say Baby Cayden is so worth it!
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
At Long Last...A Kick!
I believe I felt a baby kick today. It was very distinct. It wasn't a flutter, vibration or little sensation that I have been feeling. This was very different. The only thing I could imagine it to be is a baby kick!
I was standing and talking to a co-worker and all of a sudden it felt like someone flicked my belly from the inside. It was fast and the feeling only lasted a second or so. It made me say out loud, "Whoa, I just felt the baby."
The alleged baby kicked happened in my lower right abdomen. This is the same exact spot where everything I have ever felt with the baby has happened. It is also the same spot where the heartbeat is most easily heard and where the ultrasound tech spent the most time during our last ultrasound.
I now just need to wait for the next one to determine if what I think I felt is actually what I felt. I wonder if baby kicks come on gradually or if it's like a light switch and once it's on it's on.
I was standing and talking to a co-worker and all of a sudden it felt like someone flicked my belly from the inside. It was fast and the feeling only lasted a second or so. It made me say out loud, "Whoa, I just felt the baby."
The alleged baby kicked happened in my lower right abdomen. This is the same exact spot where everything I have ever felt with the baby has happened. It is also the same spot where the heartbeat is most easily heard and where the ultrasound tech spent the most time during our last ultrasound.
I now just need to wait for the next one to determine if what I think I felt is actually what I felt. I wonder if baby kicks come on gradually or if it's like a light switch and once it's on it's on.
Motherhood Quotes
ENJOY!
Always be nice to your children because they are the ones who will choose your rest home. -Phyllis Diller
Being a full-time mother is one of the highest salaried jobs in my field, since the payment is pure love. ~Mildred B. Vermont
She never quite leaves her children at home, even when she doesn't take them along. ~Margaret Culkin Banning
If evolution really works, how come mothers only have two hands? ~Milton Berle
When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child. ~Sophia Loren, Women and Beauty
I love my mother as the trees love water and sunshine - she helps me grow, prosper, and reach great heights. ~Adabella Radici
The only mothers it is safe to forget on Mother's Day are the good ones. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960
With what price we pay for the glory of motherhood. ~Isadora Duncan
There's nothing like a mama-hug. ~Adabella Radici
Mother - that was the bank where we deposited all our hurts and worries. ~T. DeWitt Talmage
It's not easy being a mother. If it were easy, fathers would do it. ~From the television show The Golden Girls
A man's work is from sun to sun, but a mother's work is never done. ~Author Unknown
God could not be everywhere, so he created mothers. ~Jewish Proverb
All mothers are working mothers. ~Author Unknown
Biology is the least of what makes someone a mother. ~Oprah Winfrey
Always be nice to your children because they are the ones who will choose your rest home. -Phyllis Diller
Being a full-time mother is one of the highest salaried jobs in my field, since the payment is pure love. ~Mildred B. Vermont
She never quite leaves her children at home, even when she doesn't take them along. ~Margaret Culkin Banning
If evolution really works, how come mothers only have two hands? ~Milton Berle
When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child. ~Sophia Loren, Women and Beauty
I love my mother as the trees love water and sunshine - she helps me grow, prosper, and reach great heights. ~Adabella Radici
The only mothers it is safe to forget on Mother's Day are the good ones. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960
With what price we pay for the glory of motherhood. ~Isadora Duncan
There's nothing like a mama-hug. ~Adabella Radici
Mother - that was the bank where we deposited all our hurts and worries. ~T. DeWitt Talmage
It's not easy being a mother. If it were easy, fathers would do it. ~From the television show The Golden Girls
A man's work is from sun to sun, but a mother's work is never done. ~Author Unknown
God could not be everywhere, so he created mothers. ~Jewish Proverb
All mothers are working mothers. ~Author Unknown
Biology is the least of what makes someone a mother. ~Oprah Winfrey
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Marley and Me
I just wrote a little movie review about Marley and Me on my other blog, yet I feel compelled to write about the movie again. I just want to emphasize how much I loved this movie and how truly important I feel dogs are to the fundamental well being of any family. I will, unequivocally, have a dog in my house for the rest of my days here on earth.
When I read the book and watched the movie I felt like I was looking in a mirror…marriage, a dog, jobs, wanting to get pregnant, getting pregnant and all the other madness that is being an adult and starting a family. Starting a family…that phrase is so critical to the movie and my own life. I started my family the moment I saw Buster and I am blessed that our family is growing. I think most families start with a dog, or a cat or some type of animal. Animals teach you the fundamentals of life: love, patience, gratefulness, affection, humility, joy and even sorrow.
A good friend of mine recently experienced some dog woes and the pain she feels only reinforces how truly special dogs and animals are in our lives and what a huge impact both their presence and absence makes in our daily lives.
I know I have gushed over Buster in past posts, but I just want to reinforce what a great joy he is in my life. I can’t wait for him to become a big brother. I so look forward to seeing Buster give Cayden kisses on the checks and toes. I can’t wait to see Buster and Cayden curled together on the couch taking a nap.
Buster’s response to this pregnancy can only be described as human. His gentleness around me is amazing and I believe he knows there is something special brewing in my belly…I can see it his eyes. I am overwhelmed by this love I have for this crazy dog. I can’t imagine the love I will feel for Cayden…surely my heart will burst.
“A dog has no use for fancy cars or big homes or designer clothes. Status symbol means nothing to him. A waterlogged stick will do just fine. A dog judges others not by their color or creed or class but by who they are inside. A dog doesn't care if you are rich or poor, educated or illiterate, clever or dull. Give him your heart and he will give you his.” John Grogan
When I read the book and watched the movie I felt like I was looking in a mirror…marriage, a dog, jobs, wanting to get pregnant, getting pregnant and all the other madness that is being an adult and starting a family. Starting a family…that phrase is so critical to the movie and my own life. I started my family the moment I saw Buster and I am blessed that our family is growing. I think most families start with a dog, or a cat or some type of animal. Animals teach you the fundamentals of life: love, patience, gratefulness, affection, humility, joy and even sorrow.
A good friend of mine recently experienced some dog woes and the pain she feels only reinforces how truly special dogs and animals are in our lives and what a huge impact both their presence and absence makes in our daily lives.
I know I have gushed over Buster in past posts, but I just want to reinforce what a great joy he is in my life. I can’t wait for him to become a big brother. I so look forward to seeing Buster give Cayden kisses on the checks and toes. I can’t wait to see Buster and Cayden curled together on the couch taking a nap.
Buster’s response to this pregnancy can only be described as human. His gentleness around me is amazing and I believe he knows there is something special brewing in my belly…I can see it his eyes. I am overwhelmed by this love I have for this crazy dog. I can’t imagine the love I will feel for Cayden…surely my heart will burst.
“A dog has no use for fancy cars or big homes or designer clothes. Status symbol means nothing to him. A waterlogged stick will do just fine. A dog judges others not by their color or creed or class but by who they are inside. A dog doesn't care if you are rich or poor, educated or illiterate, clever or dull. Give him your heart and he will give you his.” John Grogan
Monday, January 5, 2009
Anxious
I have been feeling really anxious these past few days. I’ve have never been a patient person so I knew waiting for certain milestones in my pregnancy would be difficult; I just never knew it would be this thought consuming. I just want to rush time and have my baby in my arms.
I cannot wait to feel Baby Cayden kick. True, I am feeling stuff, sensations, fluttering; but it’s not distinct or consistent. About every other day I feel a little fluttering in my belly that I know is not gas or digestion. I know it’s the baby doing something…a somersault, a lap around the belly or a flip. I can’t wait until I feel these sensations all the time and they become more distinctive. The baby is (according to my weekly newsletter from American Pregnancy) a little over 5 inches. I simply can’t believe I don’t feel a 5 inch person moving around in my belly.
Chad bought me a gift card to Motherhood Maternity for Christmas. So this weekend I decided it was time to cash in. I bought a pair of jeans, a pair of slacks and two shirts. I wore the jeans yesterday and (as Chad predicted) I was not ready for them. They kept sliding off me all day. My belly is not big enough to fill them out. It disappointed me a little bit. I don’t want to become as big as a house, but I am ready to have a full, round, beautiful baby belly proudly protruding before me.
I am still waiting to gain my first pregnancy pound. I know this shouldn’t be an issue, but again according to my pregnancy newsletter I should have gained between 5 and 10 pounds by now. Chad is ultra concerned about this; especially since we read that lack of weight gain leads to pre-mature birth. I am in no way interested in gaining 50-80 pounds and becoming a little chub-o, but I want to be healthy and I want to make sure Cayden is getting all the proper nutrients he needs. I feel like I eat all the time. I eat lots of dairy, fruits and veggies. The doctor hasn’t said anything about my lack of weight gain. However, on my next pre-natal visit if I haven’t gained at least 3 pounds I will definitely be having a conversation with the doctor about it. I mean I am over 4 months pregnant and in my second trimester. Oh well, I will just count myself among the lucky ones. Maybe I will pull a Jessica Alba.
I think I let the whole “you might go into pre-term labor” scenario get to me. I said I wouldn’t, but it snuck up on me and I let fear creep into my mind. It’s amazing…the joy that is felt with pregnancy is also coupled with extreme fear and anticipation. I find myself saying over and over again “I just want everything to be okay.” Chad has been spending many hours listening to all my irrational fears and doing his best to support me and reassure me that everything will be okay.
I just need to let my pregnancy take its own course. I keep comparing myself to other pregnant women; some of which are much further along than I am. I am on the internet doing research constantly trying to figure out when certain things are suppose to happen and wondering why it’s not happening to me yet. . It’s amazing…because once I found out I had life inside of me I wanted it to be apparent in every way possible. I just need to take a breath, step back and enjoy all these precious moments as they happen—and they will happen.
I cannot wait to feel Baby Cayden kick. True, I am feeling stuff, sensations, fluttering; but it’s not distinct or consistent. About every other day I feel a little fluttering in my belly that I know is not gas or digestion. I know it’s the baby doing something…a somersault, a lap around the belly or a flip. I can’t wait until I feel these sensations all the time and they become more distinctive. The baby is (according to my weekly newsletter from American Pregnancy) a little over 5 inches. I simply can’t believe I don’t feel a 5 inch person moving around in my belly.
Chad bought me a gift card to Motherhood Maternity for Christmas. So this weekend I decided it was time to cash in. I bought a pair of jeans, a pair of slacks and two shirts. I wore the jeans yesterday and (as Chad predicted) I was not ready for them. They kept sliding off me all day. My belly is not big enough to fill them out. It disappointed me a little bit. I don’t want to become as big as a house, but I am ready to have a full, round, beautiful baby belly proudly protruding before me.
I am still waiting to gain my first pregnancy pound. I know this shouldn’t be an issue, but again according to my pregnancy newsletter I should have gained between 5 and 10 pounds by now. Chad is ultra concerned about this; especially since we read that lack of weight gain leads to pre-mature birth. I am in no way interested in gaining 50-80 pounds and becoming a little chub-o, but I want to be healthy and I want to make sure Cayden is getting all the proper nutrients he needs. I feel like I eat all the time. I eat lots of dairy, fruits and veggies. The doctor hasn’t said anything about my lack of weight gain. However, on my next pre-natal visit if I haven’t gained at least 3 pounds I will definitely be having a conversation with the doctor about it. I mean I am over 4 months pregnant and in my second trimester. Oh well, I will just count myself among the lucky ones. Maybe I will pull a Jessica Alba.
I think I let the whole “you might go into pre-term labor” scenario get to me. I said I wouldn’t, but it snuck up on me and I let fear creep into my mind. It’s amazing…the joy that is felt with pregnancy is also coupled with extreme fear and anticipation. I find myself saying over and over again “I just want everything to be okay.” Chad has been spending many hours listening to all my irrational fears and doing his best to support me and reassure me that everything will be okay.
I just need to let my pregnancy take its own course. I keep comparing myself to other pregnant women; some of which are much further along than I am. I am on the internet doing research constantly trying to figure out when certain things are suppose to happen and wondering why it’s not happening to me yet. . It’s amazing…because once I found out I had life inside of me I wanted it to be apparent in every way possible. I just need to take a breath, step back and enjoy all these precious moments as they happen—and they will happen.
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