First appointment

On Jan 26th the Sirevog's ventured out into the blizzard to go to our first appointment. It was about two hours long and we saw a nurse/midwife named Rachel who I loved. My regular doctor is out of town and I will see her next time. The first part of the appointment was uneventful. She went through the whole pregnancy checklist, family history, do you drink, smoke, do drugs etc. We talked about what is going on inside and outside. She calculated our approximate due date which is now Aug 31st. Yes, another August birthday. Previously we thought it was Sept 7th, but we got more proof later in the appointment... ...which is the fun part! The stirrups came out and I got that oh-so lovely feel you from the inside exam. Thank God I didn't have to have a pap smear, but I still got the speculum, yum. She wheeled in the ultra sound machine, lubed up the giant penis-looking ultra sound wand, and away we went. After only a minute of wiggling around my uterus came into view and right there in the corner was Babee S. It was looking right at us! See picture.

It was so awesome! We couldn't hear its hearbeat but we could see it. We also saw it wiggling around a bunch, shaking it's booty, waving arms and legs and doing side bends. As you can see I am approximately nine weeks according to the size the babee. We got another picture too then I got to go give blood. I love giving blood, I think it is amazing. It only hurts a tiny bit.

Oh, and the other cool part about my appointment is they gave me a Nose Neti! I've been looking everywhere for one and no one in this town has any idea what it is! So now I have my very own.

Visitation

I had to stay home yesterday. I got a migraine. Whereas before being pregnant I could take an oxy and sleep for 8 hours to get rid of it, now I can only take tylenol. No more then 2, which holds the headache at bay for all of an hour. It was sucky. I looked haggard. Migraines make me nauseous so add that on top of the already soft tummy that I have it was a bad day. Oh, and the night before, since I was in such a wicked mood from my migraine, and I found out my friend's husband was in a coma and going to die, I yelled at Man-Meat twice really bad. I told him I "effin hated" him. What a horrible thing to say to the father of my spawn! I was out of control. Stupid hormones. They caused my headache too.

One really wonderful thing that happened yesterday is while I was completely zonked I had a delightful dream about Grandpa B! Man-Meat and I had just moved into a new house. I don't know where but it was a sunny day and the house was pretty new. It had a big tall ceiling and gabled windows and big bedrooms. It had a deck that wrapped all around the front. Everything was bright and sunny. We found this bedroom that we didn't realize we had when we bought it. So it turned out to be a 3 bedroom house instead of a 2 bedroom. Grandpa B pulled up outside in his blue car to pay us a visit and check out the house. He was the Grandpa B I remember from when I was 5. He still had a lot of dark hair and was wearing a red plaid shirt thant Grandma B probably made. He came in and I was showing him the "found" bedroom. He sat on the bed and talked with me a little bit. I didn't have to shout at him to hear me. The windows had cobwebs and we talked about cleaning those out. Then I woke up. It was so nice to see him! I wonder what all the symbology means. I never remember dreams but I remember almost the entire dream. I'm pretty such I conceived my baby on his birthday. It is nice to think that he's watching out for me and his great-grandchild.

Scolding

Ok, I'm sorry. I got a scolding by Auntie Twinkie because I don't write enough on my blog. I don't have much to update. I feel wonderful. I'm not sick at all and back to being hungry all the time. Of course I have to pee a lot since my kidneys are working overtime to move my ever increasing blood volume. I am so thirsty too which makes me pee more since I drink more. I read today that my baby is the size of a blueberry and is going to double in size this week. I keep slathering on the cocoa butter lotion waiting for something to happen!

I am so pissed right now and I'll tell you why! I have a hard time staying asleep. I think because my prenatal vitamins upset my stomach and I take them at night so it wakes me up at like 2 or 3 or 4. I'm just really uncomfortable, not really sick. I can't find a comfortable position, then all of a sudden I'm asleep again. Well, last night I was up at 1 and 2 individually with the problem (and of course to pee), then at the lovely hour of 3am Man-Meat's phone starts freaking out! At first I think, oh it is probably 6:00 and his employees are calling in sick because that's what they do. But it keeps going and going, ringing and text messaging popping up and I glance at the clock at realize the actually time. I holler at him to turn it off or silence it because he doesn't wake up until the 10th ring or so. Then our home phone rings and I can hear it downstairs. They were both downstairs, that happens sometimes when we are too lazy to bring one back upstairs. Then Sister jumps out of bed and rushes too the bedroom door and I'm like WHAT THE EFF IS GOING ON! IT IS 3 AM! I jump out of bed as well and Man-Meat says "Come on get back in bed its just AJ at our front door." AJ!! AJ at our front door!! Perfectly acceptable on a Fri or Sat when no one has to work the next day but not on a Sunday night with the ever dreaded Monday morning right around the mountaintop. See, he's our incredibley lazy friend that would rather pay for a cab half way from down town rather then the whole way to his house in the valley. He does this from time to time and crashes out in the 2nd bedroom, ehem. By now, I'm up. I'm wide awake. I pee again and while I'm in the potty I hear AJ throwing rocks at the 2nd bedroom window trying to wake up, ehem, TT. Finally she gets out of bed and lets the lazy bastard in. I get back in bed, however, I can hear them talking, Sister is still out of sorts because something is going on downstairs and she just HAS to check it out, my body is uncomfortable, I may have to pee again in a second, so 2 hours later I finally find my way back into sleep. Just in time for Man-Meat's alarm to go off. Looks like AJ needs a scolding too, or a severe beating or a public flogging or or or or

Feb 10th

I forgot to mention that my beloved Mank is leaving on the ferry on Feb 10th. Waaaaaa!!!

I Love Saltines

Ugh, I've been sick. It all started on Sunday morning. I was absolutely fine when I woke up. I had been cooking a batch of chicken noodle soup all night. I smelled so good I thought I'd have some for breakfast. I spooned some into a bowl and dug in. It was delicious. I had about 2 maybe 3 bites left and I felt the sudden urge to burp a great big burp. So I did, thinking nothing of it. However, there were more then meets the eye to that burp. I literally had to clamp my hand over my mouth and the hot soup I'd just swallowed came spilling back out of my stomach into my hand. Of course I jumped up and ran to the bathroom. I had another urge to burp and thought better of it. Instead I ran upstairs and jumped in the shower then proceeded to vomit up all my soup! It was so strange because I felt completely fine through the whole ordeal. I didn't feel nauseous or anything. I was simply tossing my cookies (or soup as the case may be). After was a whole different story. I got out of the shower and felt like dog poop for the rest of the day. I couldn't eat anything and was completely nauseous.

Finally dinner time rolled around and I was pretty hungry. Man-meat made a wonderful delicious steak dinner with baked potatoes. I was hungry from not eating all day so I cleaned my plate. Big mistake. I was MISERABLE all night. It felt like when someone punches you in the stomach...only it lasted hours and hours. I still felt terrible in the morning (Monday). I had a half a peice of toast and brought some crackers to work. The thing is is there is a nasty stomach flu floated around and Mank just had it. I couldn't tell if it was that or morning sickness. I had a bagel and a tiny bit of scrambled eggs for lunch and felt ok. It kind of came and went all afternoon. I sipped water and had crackers then at about 4:30 I was feeling so miserable I had to do something. I went to the bathroom and all I did was one little gag over the toilet and all the water I'd drank all afternoon came wooshing out. Three good heaves of only water and I felt so much better.

We went to dinner at Mank's house and they made...wouldn't you know...steak and potatoes. Well, steak was out of the question. I had a baked potato, some broccoli and cheese and a roll. I was really hungry and felt absolutely fine during and after I ate. When I woke this morning I felt super duper! I had 2 eggs and toast with peanut butter and orange juice for breakfast. It has been going really well. My tummy hasn't been super duper all day, but has been miles better then yesterday and the day before. I'm operating at about 90%. I had some crackers and water a moment ago and I think that combo isn't really doing me well. Maybe just crackers. Liquid of any sort isn't really agreeing which sucks because I'm so dehydrated and thristy! I get that sloshy stomach feeling and it feels gross. Again, I don't know what to make of this. Is it morning sick (or all day sick) or is it a touch of that flu. My immune system is in hyperdrive so maybe I'm not getting it as bad or what's going on. It is probably my wee one.

Speaking on wee one he/she is the size of a sweet pea this week and a tiny heart is forming. I might even be able to feel fluttering in there by the end of the week. Of course, would I be able to discern that from an irritated gas bubble? I don't know, time will tell.

She's Going Down!

A strange thing happened this morning. Well, first I woke up at 4am and I was starving. I should have had a snack before bed. I ate dinner at 6, but it wasn't a lot. As I was watching a movie at like 9 I thought to myself, I need a snack. No I just ate dinner. I should have eaten, but I didn't and I didn't at 4am either. The weirdness occured while I was in the shower...

Sometimes I get "shower-anxiety." Sounds strange, but basically I'll be showering away, and it is all hot, and I get like, really hot all of a sudden and feel like I have to hurry this shower up and get out asap. It happens every now and again. Maybe it happens to other people, I don't know. I feel like I'm stuck in the shower because I have all this cleaning left to do even though I want to get out. Maybe it is a strange form of claustrophobia.

Anyway, I got stuck in the shower this morning. As I hurried up to finish cleaning I started to pass out!! My vision started to fade away and my hearing got fuzzy and I got really hot and a little nauseous. At first I was thinking "Oh no, here's comes morning sickness!" but the nausea wasn't the worst part, it was the dizzyness and my vision closing in. The last step of my shower before I get out is to seal my hair follicles with cold water. I always run cold through my hair then turn the shower off. Thankfully I was at this step in the process when this started happened and the cold kept me going, otherwise I might have gone down. I turned off the water and had to lean on the edge of the tub as things started going gray and I got all sweaty. I grabbed my towel, ran it over my bod, and sat on the toilet. I got the chills, and pooped, then felt much much better. I don't know what caused this, maybe I had low blood sugar combined with God knows what.

I'm always telling people when they don't feel good that they just have to poop. Who knew!

1/6/09 Bad day

Oh yesterday was a bad day. Thank goodness it was my Wad's birthday and he heard from my long-lost nephew Cody, that was the bright spot. Otherwise, suck. Found out my Mankosaurus is leaving me in 1....yes 1 month. That is the most horrible thing that could happen during my pregnancy right now. I thought she'd be here with me until July, but no. She's leaving in the middle of Feb. I guess I should be used to it (here comes some drama) because everyone leaves me here. You know who you are! At least my Man-Meat is still with me and going nowhere. He'll be right with me when I am a snotty mess after Mank leaves. I just don't know what I will do. I really really don't.

Ok, bad news #2. My other best bud is dating this girl, she's perfectly nice but o-so wrong for him. They were enganged, she freaked out at my birthday party of all places, and he called it off. This was August. I get a text yesterday from her stating "The wedding is back on" like I am supposed to be thrilled about this? Huh, NO! That's all I have to say. No.

Now I'm just trying to be happy for my BFFF that she is moving closer to her family. She's going to NC, and expensive plane ride to say the least. It is warm there in the summer so it won't be terrible to visit her which of course I will have to...a lot. But I'm used to having her every day and always someone to call and hang out with. Now, I will have to settle with myspace, facebook, email and phone calls. My other friend will be leaving us as well, possibly going to Florida. It will be easier to see them both in one trip if they are in the same area, however will we want to visit him if he's married to the nightmare? I think I can over come it, but I'm not sure about my MM.

Start of Week Fiver

It has been a day let me tell you! Lots of craziness happening at work. I've been the boss for the last two weeks and this is the third and final week. It has been so quiet until this week when all the shiz hit the fan. Not to mention that every whack job in town paid us a visit. Including, Jose...who proceeded to yell at me how he was a Philipino-Americano, he is a citizen of the United States of America, and his phone should work. It is disgusting! Disgusting that his phone doesn't work. Well, he's using a international calling card from God-knows where so it really ain't my problem. Then he wandered away talking to himself. Oh, but he did say I was his heroine today. It I was a man I'd be his hero, but I am female so I am his heroine. Yeah me.

I was a wee nausous this morning. I thought maybe I shouldn't eat my egg. Usually that's all I have, an egg and a glass of milk. This morning I thought I'd better have a peice of toast with some jam first then see. So I ate that, then ate my egg and had my milk and everything was fine. It was like the teeniest, tiniest bit of nausea. I am so paranoid to have morning sickness. I hate that watery-mouth, swallowing a bunch feeling. Every time I have the smallest stomach twinge I'm like "ok here it comes!" I also get a little fluffy tum when I get hungry. AAH, I don't want it. I read that the sicker you are the healthier your baby. I also read that if you get motion sickness or migraines you will get bad morning sickness. Double negative for me! I get both those things. I can't even read a text message in the car without getting nausous. We won't even talk about the migraines.

I have a sinus infection yuck. I can't lay down because I start to drown in mucus.

Let's talk about "advice." We just had a little discussion of sorts about how my sis-in-law was concerned with being positive all the time around me because I'm pregnant. I think she's concerned that I'm not happy about being pregnant. I actually think it is the coolest thing in the world! I'm so excited to have the experience of being pregnant and see what it is all about. I've always been really laid back about going to doctors and things going on in my body because I studied it. I know physiology. I know what an orange does when I'm digesting it. I've studied reproductive systems. I'm very aware of what is going on when my blood circulates through my lungs and to my organs and subsequently my baby. My coworker BV (who I love and who's opinion I value) says "oh that will change, you will stress about your health and your baby's health." Well no kidding. Of course I will! I don't need other people to tell me how I will feel. I want to experience this in my own way. And of course they went on to say that it hurts so bad "aren't you excited" etc etc. I vow right now to never tell a pregnant woman how she is supposed to feel unless she asks. I vow to never say "aren't you excited" about all the bad stuff that I know for a fact they are NOT excited about. Sarcasm doesn't really fly when you are pregnant. It is like that part of your sense of humor goes by the way side for awhile. I'm sure it will come back, but right now I just don't get it and it hurts my feelings.