Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho, It's Back to Work I Go

I officially went back to work yesterday. It was... weird. I don't have any better description of the whole day, other than it was weird. It was kind of like I was a high school student on summer break - most people were the same when I returned, but I did have a few new faces to learn. I got to catch up with everyone by talking about what they did over the summer, and what's new with Rusty and me. Just weird.

The most common question of the day was, "How is Rylan?" followed by, "How are you?" and concluded with, "How is daycare going?" Rylan is wonderful. I'm as good as I can be, all things considered, and daycare is going great.

We started daycare a week ago, Tuesday, so that both Rylan and I would have the opportunity to adjust rather than suffering an abrupt jump into the cold waters of reality. On Tuesday and Wednesday, Rylan went to daycare for half days. He did great, and I did better than expected. On Thursday and Friday, he went most of the day. This past Monday was his first full day. I have to say I've done so much better than I thought I would, but not perfect.

Sunday night was my breakdown. I was feeding Rylan at bedtime, and afterwards I just rocked with him for a few minutes. I explained to him that I had to go back to work this week, and that it wasn't because I didn't love him or anything goofy like that. In fact, I told him it was so that he could have a bigger and brighter future. I told him how much I love him, and how much of a joy he has been in these short 12 weeks. (This is where my tears started...)

Rylan and I haven't been apart, you see, in about 50 weeks. When you consider the approximate 38 weeks I was pregnant, plus the past 12 weeks of my leave, we've been partners in crime. Knowing that his starting daycare and my going back to work was the point at which that changed broke my heart. What I realized shortly after all of this, though, is that it broke my heart for the happier. I fell in an even deeper love with my sweet little boy. Each day, I'm so thankful for my little miracle, and I hug him a little tighter and a little longer.

I can't help but compare all of this to the Texas Giant. After waiting for so long, it was finally time for Rylan to arrive. These first few weeks were a rough, uphill battle as we learned how to be parents and survived the sleepless nights (and initial health concerns). It's also been a mixture of emotions (excitement, fear, angst) for not knowing what's over the hill. Right now, we're sitting just at the peak of the hill, and I know we're about to begin the most thrilling part as Rylan really starts developing and coming into his personality. Along the way, there will be twists, turns, bumps and headaches, but these will be so far outweighed by the laughs, thrills, shrills and memories we make. The one thing that is a million times better than the Texas Giant is that there will be one of those little cameras capturing everything we do, rather than at just one spot. When the day comes that certain memories start to fade, or when we want to have fun looking at the past, we'll be able to quickly pull out our photos to remember where we've been. Even as I sit here writing this, I'm just grinning from ear to ear, overflowing with love for Rylan and thinking about all that's yet to come.

I'm so excited for the journey ahead, which I know includes my being at work and Rylan in daycare right now. We're constantly praying that if this isn't what's meant to be for us, God will show us the way to what is. I know 100% that we'll be where we need to be, when we need to be there. Let the journey begin!

TTFN

Friday, August 6, 2010

Training: Weeks 4 and 5

I'm so happy to report that Rusty and I have made it this far, and are nearly done with week 5. Looking back, 5 weeks doesn't sound like a whole heck of a lot, but I'll be the first to say I'm very proud of what we've accomplished!

The "routine" of the training has finally settled in, and it's not so bad. Sure, there are several days a week that I dread it, because I just get so bored with running. I'm really hoping that this whole experience might help me get over that, but I'm not sure its possible. While the "routine" is getting easier, the actually training isn't. This Sunday we have to run 3.25 miles. If you asked me to do that 5 weeks ago, I would have laughed in your face and walked away. Now, it doesn't seem so terrible.

Our Sunday run is always the longest. Everything else during the week is just varied intervals and different paces. I told Rusty that during the week is my "push" time - it's when I really try to run better than the last time I did the similar exercise or distance. Sunday is my "finish" day - I'm not concerned with my time. All I want to do is successfully finish the distance. I know that if I work hard to get better during the weeks, the Sunday runs will improve on their own.

My mile time is improving ever so slightly. I think I've shaved between 5 and 10 seconds off of it. I honestly wish that number was a little bit higher right now, but I am going to give myself a little bit of a break considering how stinkin' hot it is outside, the fact that I HAVE improved, and that it's only the 5th week. As far as the weight is concerned... HA! I haven't budged! Oh well. Maybe one day!

Next week will present a whole new bag of obstacles for me - I'm finally through my entire maternity leave, and will be starting back to work on Tuesday. It'll be interesting to see how I do. I know next week will be extremely challenging for me on so many levels, and in the grand scheme of things, this training isn't my most important priority. I just hope everything goes well enough that this is something I can still take on and handle in stride.

As for Rusty - he is doing wonderful with the training as well! I'm so proud of him for sticking with it this long also, only because he absolutely hates running... I think even more than I hate it! We're hoping to run our first 5k some time this month, but we'll see. I know we can do it whenever we want at home, but being surrounding by other runners is always motivation for me to work harder, so I really hope we get the opportunity.

Until next time! (And be wishing for cooler weather in the meantime - we'll both appreciate it immensely!!!)

TTFN

Friday, July 23, 2010

Training: Weeks 2 and 3

I'm happy to report in that Rusty and I completed Week 2 and are nearly done with Week 3! Woo Hoo!!!

We didn't stick exactly to the training schedule for Week 2 (we made some exercise substitutions) so for that, we did NOT treat ourselves to ice cream. It's probably for the best, anyway. Week 3 has been a little different, also, so I don't see that ice cream is in my near future... oh well.

Now I know excuses don't matter, but we've had something unexpected come up that's hindered our plans. When Rusty worked at 24 Hour, we had free memberships, as one of his benefits. Well, he's not worked there in over a year and a half, but our memberships were never cancelled. I went to the gym a couple of weeks ago, and got in to workout without a problem. (You see, Rusty and I always joke that one day we'll walk in to work out, only to be told our memberships were cancelled, and it's like playing Russian Roulette - we just never know when it's going to happen.) Well, last week, during Week 2, the bullet came out. I went up to the gym for my non-running workout and sure enough, I was denied access.

On my way home, I was actually a little upset, thinking, "How dare they cut us off?!?" Of course it's something that should've happened a LONG time ago, so I had no right to be upset, but I was TOTALLY bummed! So anyway, we've had to kind of improvise for that workout because let's face it - there's not an *insert your favorite cardio machine here* just sitting on every street corner. I've still been logging the time, but it's been spent doing activities that I know aren't as productive as what I would've done at the gym.

We have done all of our running though. It's getting easier, that's for sure, but it doesn't get any more fun. I forgot about that part. We are still no where near where we need to be, but we will get there. I'm honestly so thrilled that we've stuck with it for this long. We have a short weekend getaway trip coming up soon, so it'll be interesting to see how that affects us. Hopefully the little adjustments we'll have to make in our schedule will be good in that they are just something different to do for a couple of weeks.

Keep sending motivational thoughts our way - I know we could use them, and they've been helpful thus far!! :)

TTFN!

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Training: Week 1 Update

Well... I successfully completed my first week of training! Woo Hoo!!! I think I'm more excited about the ice cream I'll treat myself to tonight, rather than the huge accomplishment. Honestly, though, I'm really proud of what I did. It's probably been close to a year since I've really run. This week was NOT easy, and the runs weren't even that long or hard. It'll be interesting to see how I handle the next 15 weeks. **GASP**

I will go on to say that running is only a small part of the training. There's a good bit of walking and power walking up front, along with other forms of cardio, like cycling or the elliptical, as well as some strengthening. Of the 7.5 miles I logged this week, only 2.5 of them were actually spent running. The other 5 were all walking/power walking. This morning was just a run - 1 mile. I ran it in 11:50. Not great, but it's the first full mile I've ran all at once in I don't know how long. I'm elated I actually finished it without stopping! I think I'm most excited to see how this particular stat changes over the coming weeks.

Rusty's done very well also! He's done everything except today's run, which I know is on the docket for him at some point. (I know he'd hate to sit there and watch me eat ice cream all by myself. That wouldn't be very fair to him...) I like that we're doing this together, because we can help motivate each other. It's also a little bit of healthy competition. At least when he comes out doing better than me at the end of all this I can blame it on the life-changing, body-altering surgery I had. He he! :)

On a side note, most of our motivation in this is to lose some of our baby weight. I know weight is just a number, but right now it's the only point of comparison I have for how I'm doing. I had 9 pounds to lose when I started this journey last week. I will go on to say that I honestly don't care if I lose all 9 pounds - I just want my old clothes (pants...) to fit again. I like it when my pants button comfortably. :) As of this morning, I'm up 2 pounds, which I'm SO EXCITED about, so that brings the grand total to 11. As we get further along in this process, I'll start having better stats that I can compare. I'll also add that Rusty's gone up a pound or two this week, which makes me feel better. (You know that joke "Lord, if you can't make me skinny, then please make my friends fat!" ??) The ice cream tonight will also help with that...

Well, here's to a successful first week, and what I hope will be a successful second week!

TTFN

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Training: Week 1

So yesterday Rusty and I (really just "I" but he agreed...) decided its time for us to get back to our pre-baby weights. We started a new exercise plan yesterday - we are training for a half marathon. (And yes, I said so WE can get back to OUR pre-baby weights...)

I had an old magazine sitting around that talked about training for a half marathon in just 8 weeks. Now I'll say up front that is a little too ambitious for me. I'm still working on just getting around normally again, since the c-section. It's going to be a slower ride for me, that's for sure. We've come up with a 16 week plan... starts off nice and slow, which will hopefully be the start we (I) need.

I read through the training plan yesterday, which is broken out day by day for 8 weeks, starting with a Monday. I was very excited to see that Monday was a "rest" day. Woo hoo! Day 1 down, but does it really count?? Rusty and I both agreed to our modified (aka less intense) training plan... and we both successfully started today! It'll be exciting to see how we do, how far we make it, etc. I'd love to be writing in 16ish weeks to say that Rusty and both successfully completely our training and RAN a half marathon. How cool would that be?!

I have two short term goals to get through this week. They are:
1.) To complete today's exercise. **NOTE** I did! That was the first time I've ran in over 10 months... note to self - wear at least one extra sports bra.
2.) Do Day 3's exercise no matter how bad I want to die from being ridiculously sore after Tuesday's run...
I think if I can get these 2 done, I'll be able to make it through the rest of the week. Assuming I make it through all the exercises on Sunday, I'm going to treat myself to ice cream.

I'll be sure to keep you posted on our progress... I'm sure we could use your support and motivation to keep up our efforts and good work!

TTFN!

Monday, June 21, 2010

Mastitis: It Sucks!

If you've ever had Mastitis, I'm sorry. I would never wish this upon anyone - it's awful!!

This past weekend I had my first (and hopefully only) bout with the nasty infection. I feel one hundred times better, but still not 100%. Mastitis is a breast infection, caused by the spread of bacteria into my milk ducts either because my milk wasn't entirely drained each session or from a bacteria that entered my breast while I was pumping. Either way, I hope that bacteria never finds me AGAIN!!

Last week was kind of a rough week. On Wednesday and Thursday, Rylan was particularly fussy both days, and wasn't sleeping just a ton. These 2 days were rather stressful for me, unfortunately. On Friday, I got up early and headed to a Father's Day breakfast with my dad's side of the family, and had a short shopping stint with my mom and dad afterwards, before heading home for the rest of the day. I felt fine all day - maybe just a bit tired from getting up earlier than normal to make breakfast on time. Rusty had a softball game Friday night, which I skipped out on, to stay at home and take it easy.

At about 1:15 or so early Saturday AM, we woke up for a feeding. I woke up feeling a little funny - the backs of my arms were sore and I had a really hard time making fists, or doing much else with my arms/hands, besides just generically moving them. It was almost as if my muscles were diluted. I commented to Rusty how weird it felt, but that was that. At nearly 3a, Rylan still hadn't gone to sleep and was getting all the more fussy, so I got up and fed him a little more. By now, my whole body had been overwhelmed with the sore feeling that started in my arms. My back stiffened up and my neck was KILLING me.

Rylan was still a little fussy, but I couldn't stand the soreness and aches any longer. I grabbed his swing, and plopped him in it right next to my side of the bed, and I crawled back into bed. This is when the chills started. At first I didn't think a ton of it. I assumed everything was a mixture of exhaustion and fatigue from the prior week finally catching up with me, so just tried to relax it all away. The chills, though, started getting worse, along with the aches and pains. After laying there for about 30 minutes, I finally woke Rusty up and asked him to get a thermometer. Yep... I had a low fever at 99.2*. I'd briefly remembered reading about breast infections and how they felt flu like when they were severe enough, so I had Rusty break out the books to re-read and see what else they said.

Rusty got me some Tylenol to help break the fever and dull the aches. He also finished taking care of Rylan and finally got him back to sleep. Several hours later, I woke up to find that my fever finally broke. I was laying in a bed of my own sweat (literally!!). **PS - I HIGHLY recommend getting a water proof mattress cover for all pregnant women/new moms. I can't count the times it's already saved our mattress between me being hot/sweaty during the end of my pregnancy, baby spit up, and now this.** I was so relieved (and hot). I fell back asleep and woke up an hour or two later only to find I had even worse chills than I did earlier that morning. The aches and pains had dulled a bit, thankfully. I quickly took my temperature to find it had gone up to 101.2*. WHAT?!

At this point, I felt certain that I had a breast infection. The only missing ingredient, though, was that I didn't have one specific spot in either breast that fit the rest of the symptoms for Mastitis. I had generic soreness in both, but that didn't seem quite right. I read a little bit more online about home remedies to try. I popped some more Tylenol, along with hot compresses and more sleep. The Tylenol temporarily worked each time, but then when I'd wake up again about 4 hours later, the chills were increasingly worse.

At about 1p, we reached the breaking point and finally called my OB/GYN. I woke up with a fever of 102.8* and felt like I was near death. Side note - I was really frustrated because no where did any of the readings say what doctor I should call. I didn't know if breast infections fell into my GYN's bucket or someone else's. I just decided to call her anyway... So I called. Since it was the weekend, I got rolled over to the after hours service. Within a few minutes, the nurse practioner at the office called me back and confirmed it sounded like a breast infection. She called in a prescription for me right away and said it would take about 24 hours for me to finally start feeling better. In the meantime, she recommended I stick with the Tylenol to help break the fever and to battle the aches and pains.

Rusty picked up my prescription and some soup for me a little while later. By Saturday evening, I was feeling quite a bit better, but still not great. With each passing hour as the antibiotics pumped through my system, I felt better and better.

It took until Sunday evening/Monday for me to finally "find" where the infection is. The rest of the symptoms that the books all talk about manifested. It's amazing to me how quickly my immune system responded to the infection, before I even could tell where it was.

Going back to early Saturday morning, Rusty was an absolute lifesaver all weekend long. He so selflessly helped Rylan and me out all weekend without complaining once. I stayed in bed almost the entire day Saturday, unless I got up to use the restroom or pump. He was so sweet and stayed in there with me most of the day taking care of Rylan and making sure I had everything I needed at every moment. This all overlapped to Sunday, his first Father's Day. I felt so awful that he had to spend HIS first Father's Day taking care of me. That's not the way it was supposed to be... At least it leaves plenty of room for improvement for next year!!

Take it from me - Mastitis sucks and you NEVER want to get it. If you ever think you have it, I really would recommend calling your GYN right away. Better safe than sorry!!!

TTFN!

Happy First Father's Day!

One of the hardest lessons I'm learning about being a new parent is that nothing goes by my schedule or plan anymore. Boy is that tough for me sometimes... I guess it's the analistic mindset I've been hard wired with, but for me, most everything is at least planned well enough so that there is some general idea of what's going on - even if the plan is there's no plan at all. I can't help it.

Well, this Father's Day weekend was no different!! On Friday evening, I asked Rusty if I could have a "Mommy's Morning Out" on Saturday morning just to get out of the house for a few hours by myself. I was going to use this for some "me" time but I also had a few things I wanted to do to help make Rusty's first Father's Day more special and memorable. I know it's going to be special and memorable because it was the first one, but still...

Because of some unforeseen circumstances, THAT didn't happen. Instead of the weekend being all about Rusty, it ended up being mostly about me and what I needed. Believe me when I say that this is NOT what I wanted. All it did was make me further realize how lucky Rylan and I are to have Rusty in our lives. Granted, without Rusty in my life, Rylan wouldn't be here, but still. Rusty is such an amazing husband, and is already a wonderful father. I can't wait to see how much he flourishes in the years to come - I already know he was made to be a daddy. :)

Below is a wonderful picture of Rusty and Rylan on Rusty's first (albeit lame...) Father's Day. Happy (late) Father's Day to all of you wonderful fathers out there! I hope it was a wonderful day/weekend!!!

Monday, June 7, 2010

Baby Rylan is Born

So I'm officially 3 weeks late... sue me! Spending hours at the computer uploading pictures and updating the blog hasn't been high on my priority list, unfortunately. I finally had took the time this after noon.

While we have hundreds of more pictures, from the past 2 weeks, I just wanted to start from the beginning, and just the first 5 days of my baby boy's life are accounted for here.

On the morning of Tuesday, May 18, 2010, Rusty and I woke up, knowing that our lives would forever change that day. I was scheduled to arrive at the hospital at 7:30 for admission that morning. When my alarm when off, I made the comment to Rusty that it was the alarm to the beginning of the rest of our lives. How true that was. My external version wasn't scheduled until 9:30, so we had a little bit of time after admission. During those first few hours, I was on monitors, started getting my drugs, etc. Ask Rusty - I was surprisingly calm all morning. I actually even slept well the night before.

They started my IV right away since I was to get my epidural before anything started. Of course they had problems with my veins rolling over (go figure...) so I had to be stuck a few times before the nurse got it in correctly. After this little "issue" getting the IV going is when the nerves set in - and believe me that they set in. The anesthesiologist was next up. This was my official cue to freak out. I did. I cried and just internally panicked. It was so easy. It wasn't bad at all - getting my IV was worse. The worst part for me is that I had nothing going on to justify any of this happening yet. I wasn't in labor, I had no pain, and I hadn't had any contractions. I was just getting poked all over for no reason.

After the IV and epidural were both in and running, I got 3 shots of what I remember to be Demerol. (I could be completely wrong, and I have no idea how to spell it.) Whatever it is, it's a medicine used on arthritis patients to help relax the muscles. In this case, it was used to help relax my uterus to hopefully make the version work better. The first two shots were in my arms, and they hurt. They were "smart" on the 3rd one and gave it to me in my leg since I couldn't feel anything below my chest. Woo hoo!

My doc didn't have high hopes that my version would work. I remember looking down at her and the other doc while the were doing it. I could feel my body moving and that is about all. To see the strain on their faces only indicated they were trying to push a stalled out car out from the middle of the road. I even looked over at Rusty once and his mouth was hanging wide open, in shock of how hard they were working on my stomach. After a few minutes, my doc threw in the towel and said, "Let's go have a baby." Rusty threw on his scrubs and they began wheeling me away to the OR.

Once in the OR, it was all very Hollywood-ish. It was a bright white and silver room with metal things all over the place and a big operating table right in the middle. They wheeled my bed right up beside the table and even used one of those board things to transport from one to the other. Once on the table, I kept wondering what the commotion was about. Come to find out, one of my legs kept falling off of the Op table. I couldn't feel a thing, and had no idea. Looking back now, it was pretty funny. Apparently they couldn't get it on the table and strapped in fast enough before it would fall again.

To my surprise, Rusty watched the entire process. I couldn't watch his face, because I knew that if he saw something bad or gross, and his face showed it, I'd freak out and start panicking. I watch the nurse that was holding my other hand the whole time.

Here are the things I most vividly remember from my C-Section:
1.) When we were in there, right before the procedure started, the song that was on the radio was "Hurt So Good." How ironic. I even pointed this out to everyone else and we all just laughed.
2.) My doc's voice was the most soothing sound in the room. She talked during the whole procedure about what was going on. I wasn't listening at all, but just hearing her upbeat, happy tone the whole time let me know it was all ok.
3.) The most awful smell filled the room throughout the procedure. I asked what it was, to which my doc said, "I don't think you want to know!" and to which I replied, "OK!" Rusty later told me what it was. OH. MY.
4.) When my doc started saying the baby was coming out, I looked to Rusty to see his expression, since everything was "numb" for me and I couldn't see a thing. His face was my window to the baby. This is when I cried happy tears for the first time. I'll never forget the love/excitement/joy written all over Rusty's face the first time he saw Rylan.

When they were putting me back together, my doc pointed out my mal-shaped uterus to Rusty. This is a big part of the reason Rylan didn't turn. Instead of being completely round, my uterus was flat on top, making it more like a triangle, and preventing our little baby from turning like he needed. The disturbing part is that she literally pulled my uterus out of my tummy and held it up for Rusty to see before jamming it back inside where it belonged. AWESOME.

The rest of Tuesday and into Wednesday were all a blur. To be honest, I don't remember much from these 2 days. The recovery was a lot rougher than I expected it to be upfront. I didn't get feeling back in my legs until the next day because my epidural was in for 24 hours as pain management. That was just odd. Also, my stomach was incredibly sore from the version, since they were working so hard on it. Never having had surgery or anything like that before, I didn't know what to expect from the c-section recovery. It was tough, but manageable. There were times I was in a lot of pain, but it was nothing the pain medicine didn't help with. 3 weeks later, I still have random soreness, but nothing terrible at all.

We had so many wonderful visitors while in the hospital... thank you to each and everyone of you that came out - it was wonderful to see and visit with you all (even if I barely remember it!!!).

Thursday through Saturday were rough days for us in the hospital. On Thursday morning, our pediatrician filled us in on some concerns they had for Rylan. And all day long this kind of news just kept pouring in. It was terrible. On top of dealing with all of the emotions and stress from the birth alone, I couldn't handle this. I cried so many times on Thursday. I can't even count them. This day brought Rusty and I so much closer, as we leaned on each other for everything that day. Thursday night was our celebration steak and lobster dinner. That was the worst celebration dinner we've ever had. It was hard to enjoy the evening when they had taken Rylan away from us for special testing and monitoring due to the previously expressed concerns.

In the end, everything is "ok" and all of the testing and monitoring was a precaution. I know that I wouldn't have had it any other way, looking back, but it was so difficult to deal with in the hospital. We're happy to say that Rylan is doing wonderful, and all of the concerning issues have nearly worked themselves out, thank goodness. Most of it was attributed to how he was in my uterus - he was just jammed so tightly in there and had no room to move, which made his adjustment into the new world a little more difficult than anyone expected it to be.

On Saturday, we finally got to go home!!! I was so sick of the hospital room! It was wonderful to be back in the comfort and privacy of our own home, but I will admit I missed the 3 meals a day, cooked, delivered bedside, and cleaned up all by someone that wasn't me. :)

To see pictures from the hospital and our trip home, click here. Enjoy!!

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Prayer Requests

Hello, all!!

Well it's definitely been a crazy week and a half for Rusty and I... but here and now is not where I'd like to start.

There are two families that are near and dear to my heart, that I'd like to ask you all to say an extra prayer for, if you don't mind.

The first is for a family whose first born son (now 5, I believe) was recently diagnosed with cancer. He has a very rare tumor, but a lot of the early tests show he's otherwise healthy and that the cancer hasn't spread. He's been through one round of chemo already, and will be starting his second soon.

The second is for a family that recently learned they both conceived and lost their first baby. Nothing brought more joy to this family than knowing a baby was on the way. All too soon, the baby was taken from them for reasons none of us can understand right now. I know that this family will one day have their turn, and that they will be truly blessed with an amazing family.

Thank you in advance!! :)

TTFN!

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Just a question...

Now I'll admit straight up that I'm a Dr. Pepper girl. I don't mind Coke and Pepsi, but hands down, DP is my fave. Yesterday I went to lunch at bakery who will not be named, and got a cup for my soft drink. Remember now... I'm "limited" to 1 serving of caffeine per day, so I like putting it to good use, and what's better than a good fountain DP, right?? Well I get up there and was extremely sad to see all they offered was Mr. Pibb. UGH! It is SO not the same! But this isn't even the worst part! They still offered Diet Dr. Pepper!!!!! Who offers Mr. Pibb and diet DP, but not the delicious 23 flavors of regular DP??? I was so bummed and ended up "wasting" my caffeine on a flat coke. So sad. :(

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

My Melons are Growing!!!

Week 35 brings lots of fun stuff!! We had our 3rd shower (post to come later) which was a huge success! Thanks to everyone who contributed! We had a sonogram yesterday, which was the first we've had since our 20 week appointment. Last but not least, I learned that we have a honey dew melon this week! (More on this debate later...)

Our latest email did specify we have about a 5 1/2 pound honey dew melon growing ever so larger inside the womb. Woo hoo! I think about the size, and it's so trivial to me, but then I realize that this represents the size of the person growing INSIDE MY BELLY and I'm a little more amazed. :) It's definitely been a fun ride.

To follow up on last week's post and doctor's appointment, we had a sonogram on Tuesday. The purpose of the sono was to determine exactly how little Rylan is situated. Last week my doc thought his head was down, his rear up in my left ribs and his feet pushed out in my right side. She wasn't 100% certain, though, so we went ahead with the sono. I knew going into it that if we found out Rylan wasn't head down, I'd start to get anxious about him turning. I know there's technically plenty of time, but still - anything could happen at just about any time now, so time is of the essence. (Ok, my apologies, but I just had a total FRIENDS moment by using the word essence... Chandler: "The cushions are the essence of the chair!" Joey: "That's right! I'm taking the essence!")

ANYWAY! We go in, and I don't know what to expect. I'm excited about seeing Rylan, but I wasn't sure what we'd see. Sure enough, it was "hard" to see much because he's so much bigger now. One body part would take up the whole screen, which kind of diluted the image, if you can believe that. She tried to get us some fun shots, but his head was facing in towards my body, so we couldn't get his profile or anything. We did see that he has hair though!! That's exciting! We did also determine he is still a boy. I'll tell ya - this little stinker has absolutely no problem showing his stuff off for us. Ugh! For the news - I have a butthead baby!! :( That thing I've thought was his butt all along is actually his head. Poor Rylan. What this translates to is that his head is up in my left ribs. No bueno, in my opinion. Like I said, I know there is plenty of time left, but STILL!!! Nothing is a guarantee at this point.

The sonogram tech is not the same lady as my doctor. She mentioned that my doc will probably either schedule me for another sono, or do one herself when we go back next Wednesday, just to check again. She measured Rylan's femur (which she indicated is the best measurement she can get of his "age") and he was measuring spot on, which is good news. She took a few other measurements including his head and his belly. When she got to his belly, she said, "Whoa! Look at that belly! You have a buddha baby!" Towards the end of the appointment, she casually mentioned, "Well based on the measurements I took, he's measuring about 7 pounds."

I'm sorry, say what? My email 3 DAYS AGO said 5.5 pounds! **Insert breathing sounds learned at child birth class.** I would've loved to see my reaction to her saying that. It didn't take too long before I remembered my doc saying the week before that any size estimates the sonogram makes could be off by up to 20%. Once in the car, we quickly did the math and were relieved this potentially puts Rylan down to the "normal" 5.5 pounds... or up to 8.5! Again, WHAT?! Rusty and I were both pretty average babies at 7 lbs, 14 oz and 7 lbs 15.5 oz, respectively. I really hope her estimate was wrong. I guess if it's correct, though, I'm closer to having a small watermelon, rather than a honey dew melon. :)

I'll keep you updated, of course, after we learn more next week. New pic below!

34 weeks:


35 weeks:


TTFN!

Monday, April 26, 2010

food food food

*BIG SIGH*

I'm so hungry. These past few weeks of pregnancy have really been a test for me. I'm hungrier (more hungry? I can't remember...) than I've been in a while, and the great part is that I don't get full quite as fast most days. I've really tried to battle the hunger by making smart food decisions. Some days it's easy to do. Today, not so much.

I had my slightly larger-than-normal bowl of cereal this morning. My mid morning snack was a normal cup of yogurt and handful of almonds. I usually hold out until about noon to eat lunch, but it's 11:55 and lunch is gone. This morning I did "good" and packed a peanut butter sandwich, strawberries and a 100 calorie back of chocolate covered pretzels. That lasted me all of about 7 or 8 minutes and I'm still starving. :(

If my hunger stays this way for the next 4-5 weeks, we might have some issues. I've done so good on my weight gain and I really hate to spoil it now. Any suggestions??? (As I ask, I think about the secretly stashed half of a Nestle Crunch bar that I've avoided for about 6 days now. Today might just be the last day of it's sad little life.)

TTFN!!

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Covey Family Shower



Last Sunday, Rusty's family through a shower for us. Once again - so many great people that love us and everyone was so generous! We got some really wonderful things for Rylan... now if Rylan would just get here, we'd be set!! Pushing the cats around in the stroller isn't much fun - for them. Haha, just kidding... We haven't taken the stroller out of the box yet.

I'd just like to say, "Thank you!" once again to everyone that was a part of it and those that made it happen. Rusty and I were so very appreciative! Below are some pictures!





When it came time to open what ended up being our stroller, I asked my niece Emma if she wanted to help. (I know little kids love opening big presents!) So she helped me get the ribbons untied and she opened the bag. She had the cutest/funniest expression as she looked at the gift and then at me. It was the "everything goes oval" look... Her jaw dropped, her mouth formed an "O" and her eyes got really wide. I think she was just as excited about getting the stroller as we were!!!



The next two pictures were just unfortunate on my part. As I was looking through all of the pictures, I discovered that wearing blue wasn't the best idea... I looked like Veronica after she blew up into a blueberry on Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. To top it off, I blended in/looked similar to two particular gifts. While the gifts are fantastic, the comparison... not so much...





Last but not least, here's a look at all of our wonderful goodies.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

34 weeks

Since I started receiving weekly emails that contained some kind of a reference to how big Rylan is, Rusty told me he'd be impressed the day he was the size of a canteloupe or something. Well, DH, that day has come. Last Saturday, when I got my 34 week email, a baby's size (weight, really) is guessed to be about that of a canteloupe... almost 5 lbs and a long 17 inches.

We had our 34 week appointment on Wednesday. Once again, everything seemed good. I'm measuring perfectly and the baby's heartbeat was just beating away like crazy. Since we're drawing closer to the end, my doc is becoming more in tune with how Rylan is positioned. After feeling around a bit, she thinks his head might be down, his buttox up in my ribs on the left, and his legs/feet piked out to my right side. She's not 100%, though, so I'm scheduled for a sonogram next Tuesday so we can see exactly what this little stinker is up to inside of me.

I'm not really worried, yet. To be honest, worst case scenario is that he won't turn. No. Big. Deal. Yes, I'll have to have a C-section if he's breach, which I'm not crazy about, but there are worse things in life. He still has time to turn, and my doc said if he's not turned, there are some things we can do to help aide the process.

The one GREAT thing about this little situation is that we get another sonogram. I haven't had one since our 20 week appointment... that'll be 15 weeks by the time we go!!! I really am excited to get another look at him. :)

I think that's all for now. Pictures below:

31 Weeks:


34 Weeks:

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Really Not That Different...

One could say we have an active household... and we don't even have a child - yet. Due to the sheer number of inhabitants we have in our house, something is always going on. I'd be lying if I said we all got along perfectly every day. The biggest conflict is that between Satie and Roxie.

Satie has a pretty outgoing personality considering she's a cat. She likes to be out and about, but don't mistake that as her being friendly and social. Satie likes 2 beings in this world - Luci (occasionally) and me. Where I go, she goes. She sleeps right next to me every night. She's laying next to my leg as I type.

Roxie is also extremely outgoing. Duh, she's a dog. She'd play with a rock, if it would play back. Rusty is her big playmate. I just don't have the energy to keep up with her right now. The cats don't like to play the way she does. Rusty's not home right now, so I'm her play pal. As I sit here typing (mind you Satie is laying by my leg), Roxie whines for my attention. She's individually brought me 4 toys. (I guess she thinks each previous toy isn't good enough, so she brings another hoping it will interest me. Let's note 3 of these 4 toys are socks. Slobber covered socks at that. Eww.)

Before Roxie came along, Satie was the young, active being. Roxie took over that role upon her arrival, and I don't think Satie is a big fan. Let's just see how things go once Rylan arrives - THAT should be fun... (PS - Toy #5 just arrived.) Anyway, the point of all this is that I finally found a common interest between Satie and Roxie - something they can use to grow their relationship on: the innocent bunny rabbit outside the dining room window they'd both like to hunt down.



Editor's note - I've recently discovered that the true toy count is only 4. What I thought was the third sock was actually half of the second sock that she successfully tore apart. Sweet dog. :)

TTFN!

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Couples Shower



Rusty and I officially had our first shower over the weekend... and it was a BLAST!! We have so many wonderful friends that made this so much fun for both of us!

The shower was baseball themed (obviously it fits for a boy, and makes it more enticing for a couples shower). Everything about the shower turned out fantastic. Aunt Chrissy did a great job. :) All of the foods were ballpark related - we had hot dogs, cotton candy, cracker jacks and of course, beer. Our team was the Covey Critters because we have so many critters... a dog, 2 cats, a turtle and a baby on the way. (Anyone interested in a turtle, please inquire within.)

The one organized game we had was the "Diaper Dot Race." Everyone got a depends that had a "dot" on it. (We have some softball fields behind our house where the game was supposed to be played, but it was occupied by some kids that later came over and joined our game. One of the little boys ran over, pointed at everyone and said, "Look! They're on their periods!" It was HILARIOUS!)





The object of the game was to finish the race first, after successfully completing all of the obstacles. Everyone started at home plate and had to run the bases. At first base, there was a baby bottle full of beer that had to be chugged.



At second base, the dots had to successfully put a diaper on the baby doll. Once completed, the baby had to run the rest of the race with the person...



At third base, there were plastic bats that everyone had to do the "forehead on the bat and spin" thing. They all had to spin 9 times - 1 rotation for each month I'm pregnant. :) As far as I know we only had one stray runner after spinning...



The game was a blast to watch and I know everyone had a good time playing!! After the game, and a little bit of food, it was finally time to open presents. I was so excited to see all of the fun stuff we were destined to get, and our friends didn't disappoint! We got so much GREAT and ADORABLE stuff! I can't wait to use most of it (butt wipes excluded) and play dress up with little man! He'll be so handsome, I know!

Below is a look at all of the fun stuff we got! Again, I can't say "THANK YOU!" enough to everyone who was there and who made the shower happen. We really are so lucky to have such wonderful people in our lives! :)


Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Weeks 30 & 31

Sorry to disappoint, but no fun new foods!!

Rylan is about 3 lbs 5 oz right now (porker!!!) and growing fatter every day. My most recent email said he's about to hit a big growth spurt, so that should be fun. When I went in last week for my 30 week appointment, I asked how big he was. Dr. Welborne just said he should be about 3 lbs, and even if they did a sonogram there'd be no way of knowing 100%. She did mention, though, that I'm measuring perfectly, which is good news.

There wasn't anything too exciting revealed at the appointment. I asked when Rylan will turn to get ready for birth, and she said he should be turned by 35 weeks. Of course she said they'll make sure he's "ready" and have some things they can do to get him there, in the event he doesn't do it on his own.

Rusty and I get closer and closer every day with the nursery! All of our furniture finally came in, which was SOO exciting! We're working on getting everything organized and pretty enough so we can take and post some pictures. Please know that as soon as it's camera ready, pictures will be up for all to adore! :) Just to make you all a little more anxious, it really is looking good, and the furniture looks great in the room!

Well, I took a new picture. I know I'm supposed to keep growing until little man gets here, but I'm starting to get more creeped out by my own pictures. Don't ask why. I'm fortunate for the fact that about 95% of my weight gain has been in my belly, and I'm fortunate that all I look is pregnant. Still, there's something to just not feeling "cute" like everyone says I look. (Maybe you are all liars... hehe)

Here is 29 weeks:


Here is 31 weeks:

Monday, March 22, 2010

My Non Birthday

To be quite honest, I couldn't have asked for much better of a birthday.

Leading up to the event, I'll be honest and admit I wasn't in the "birthday spirit." There are 2 things I do EVERY YEAR and I couldn't do either one of them this year. I ALWAYS go shopping, usually with my mom, and I ALWAYS get a nice sangria swirl margarita from On The Border, usually with friends. Seeing as how I have this medicine ball of a baby hanging off the front of my body, shopping for cute, spring clothes was out of the question. (Shopping in general is kind of off the tables during my pregnancy - I think it's dumb to spend a lot of money on clothes that I won't wear that often.) Again, seeing as how I have this medicine ball of a baby IN my body, margaritas are out of the question.

I worked hard to come up with a few alternative selections for birthday ideas, since shopping/drinks weren't options. I thought of a movie and several books I wanted, and kindly relayed those to my sweet husband.

Friday morning started off good. I was just a little mopey, but generally accepting of the day. During the hustle and bustle of getting ready, Rusty brought me a birthday gift. I opened it to find one of the books I most wanted - The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks. I'm a huge fan of his so I was really pumped about getting this book!!

After I opened it, Rusty told me this was the first present of the day, and that more would come, but that is all he would say. First of all, I didn't want much for my birthday, so I would've been just fine with this! But then to leave me in suspense like that!!! What the hey!

I got in my car to go to work, and looked over in the passenger seat, and sure enough, there was another gift. I opened it and found two movies I wanted to get on DVD for a while now - Father of the Bride and Father of the Bride II. AWWWW! I called him to say thank you so much, and to tell him I loved the gifts, to which he said there's more later... WHAT?! I was fine with the book and movies already!!

(More to come about my birthday lunch in a later post...)

When I got home from work, I brought in the bag that had my movies, and I set them and my new book aside and left the bags just sitting on the bar. A few moments later I walked back through the living room and noticed a new bag sitting with the group of bags... A little black one that quickly caught my attention - it said "Zales" on it. I just kind of looked back at Rusty with that, "Is it really?" and "You shouldn't have!" face. I went ahead and opened it. To answer the questions, yes, it really was, and yes, he really did. I got a beautiful pair of diamond earrings!!! He did SUCH a good job!! I love them, and they really are beautiful!

We went to dinner at Grimaldi's, which is a little pizza place in Watter's Creek. I highly recommend it to anyone looking for a good pizza. It was wonderful! Our night ended there, as preggers here gets quite tired rather early in the evening, plus I had to get up early Saturday morning to head to Tyler for the day.

On Saturday evening, I'll just admit it - I was POOPED from all of the day's activities. After getting home from Tyler, I got to relax for about an hour before it was time to head back out for birthday dinner with my parents. Seafood was on the agenda, as it sounded good all week, so we went to Dodie's in Rockwall on the lake. It was SO good! Definitely satisfied my desire. Our waitress did look at me quite crazily when I ordered, though... I ordered "The Big Dodie" - over 2 lbs of boiled crab legs and shrimp. HOLY MOLY, though! I did a pretty good job at finishing it off, I'll say. I left 2 little shrimp (I think 3 were eaten by others) and of the three sets of crab legs I got, I ate 2 of them. (I donated the other one to my dad.) I was in and out of sleep the whole way home, but by the time I came to, it looked like Rusty had driven into Colorado or something with all the snow falling like it was!!

Sunday evening, we had dinner planned with Rusty's mom and sister's family. On the way to dinner, MIL (mother-in-law) texted Rusty saying we had a reservation for 20. WHAT?!? In about 3 or 4 hours notice, 18 other people were able to make plans to join us for my birthday dinner. How awesome is that! It was such a pleasant surprise! (And thank you to everyone that could make it out! I really appreciated it!)

As you can see, I have no reason to be mopey for this year's non-birthday - it turned out to be a wonderful event! I will say this though... next year I'll just have to shop and drink twice as much to make up for what I missed this year. Sound like a plan???

TTFN!

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Roxie's Tail - Pillow Talk

Roxie and Belle (my parents' dog) get to see each other quite a bit. After a stay several months back, I think Roxie got a hint of how spoiled Belle is, so we of course had to live up to the new expectations. Belle has a pillow in her kennel, and gets covered up each night. Ridiculous, I know.

Well, before we started letting Roxie sleep out at nights, we decided to put a pillow in her kennel, to make things a little more cozy. It lasted for quite a while. We soon discovered nights aren't her problem. On nasty, rainy days, she has to stay inside locked up. (I know, it makes me sad, too, but it's for the best...) Well, apparently she got really bored one day, because we got home from work to find the pillow no longer in tact.

We let a week or two go by, and decided to try one more time with the whole pillow idea. Yeah, that didn't work. A couple of days later, after yet another cold, nasty day, we came home to this:

Squatternut Baush

A few of you might actually get this right away... For those of you that do, you rock. For those of you that don't, here you go...



We're in the middle of week 29 this week. According to my weekly email, little man is approximately 2.5 pounds and a little over 15 inches long. It compares him to a butternut squash, thus squatternut baush. :) Hopefully you all appreciated that as much as I did when I read it.

Last week, at 28 weeks, I had my last 4 week appointment. From now until 36 weeks I go every two weeks, and then at 36 weeks, I'll start going every week until Rylan graces us with his arrival.

I was a little apprehensive of my 28 week appointment, but over all, I did a good job, if I do say so myself. I rewarded myself with 2 pieces of chocolate that day. First of all, it was the much feared glucose screening. I'd heard horror stories about how terrible the fluid was I had to drink. Let me say this - it was NOT that bad at all. I was expecting to drink something along the lines of battery acid, so I was very pleasantly surprised with the nice orange drink. The worst part was the hour after the drink. I don't think I've ever had such a sugar high. It was terrible! On the way in to the Doc's office, Rusty asked me a question, and I actually was stuttering over my words because I couldn't talk fast enough to answer him. Then, once we were in the office, I couldn't sit still. Of course all of the sugar made Rylan just go crazy in my tummy, too. Glad to know it wasn't just me struggling.

I knew that I would be getting a RHogam shot at my appointment, also. I was a little nervous about it, as well, because I'd heard several different things. Some people had it in their arms, others in their rears. Everyone, though, said the worst part was how cold the fluid was when it was injected, so you could actually feel it spreading. I reallllly don't like needles and shots. To be honest, I can't remember the last shot I had - that's how much I dislike needles. So we go into one of the rooms for my shot to be administered. The assistant walks in and immediately says, "So this goes in your backside." I looked at Rusty and said, "Nooo!!" To make it worse, I was wearing a dress and just kind of had to hike it up and bend over. (Sorry for any terrible mental image you might've just had.) Of course I freaked out the whole time, but in the end, it really wasn't bad at all. The needle was small enough that I barely felt it, and I didn't feel a single drop of the fluid going in. When we walked out of the room, I kindly asked the nurse to not talk about me or laugh at me until I was well out of the office. :)

Well, I go back next week, already, so maybe I'll have some more fun stories after that visit. Hopefully none of them are bad enough to provide gruesome mental images again... HA! No promises to be made.

I missed a few weeks on pictures. Anyway, here is my growth since the last picture at 24 weeks. I had to go for the official wardrobe change. To make myself feel better, I find it necessary to tell you that the other clothes technically still fit, but since they aren't maternity, they don't hug my shape the right way, showing you how big I actually am.

Here is 24 weeks:


Here is 29 weeks:

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

24 weeks

I'm officially over the hill!!!... the pregnancy hill, that is. :) I swear I say this every time, but it is always true! I can't believe I'm already at 24 weeks. Where does the time go??

Everything is going well... We had a doctor's appointment this morning, in which she said everything is progressing wonderfully. We got to hear his heart beat, and she measured my belly for the first time. I guess we'll be sure to know whether this little guy is growing too quickly or too slowly before long!!

I don't really have any news to report since last time. I started taking in more water, and that's really helped out with some of the discomfort I experienced. It's also helped out with some of the dizziness/weariness I've felt, so that is a huge plus. I'm honestly wondering if maybe I was a bit dehydrated, but that's who knows!! All I know now is that the more water I drink, the better I seem to feel.

The biggest struggle I've had lately has been the weight gain part. From the very beginning, I told Rusty that I was going to just not care about it. I'm a fairly healthy person - we exercise and eat pretty good, most of the time - so I wasn't at all worried about gaining too much. I honestly didn't think my eating habits would change that dramatically, and for the most part, they haven't.

In the beginning, roughly my first trimester, I had an aversion to sweets. They didn't gross me out, rather I just found that I never wanted them. Let me tell you - I love sweets and I do indulge a little every day. The fact that I never wanted to partake in these little indulgences was surprising to me, but I went with it. Have no fears, though!! After the first trimester, my normal sweet tooth came back. The world is right once again...

Much to my surprise, my appetite hasn't been so large that I just eat all the time. I heard stories about some women that did, so I just assumed it was part of it. The hardest part has been making myself eat, sometimes. I've often been told (by that voice in my own little head), "If you're not hungry, don't eat!!" Pregnancy is not the time nor place for that. It's hard to overcome that idea and eat on a regular schedule, regardless of if I'm hungry or not.

Other than the early sweet aversion and struggling with the whole eating when I'm not hungry thing, my appetite has remained relatively the same. I still eat everything I used to - I don't have any cravings, nor do I avoid any specific foods. All things considered, I'd say I'm doing pretty well on my weight gain. I'm on track to fall in the normal range, as I should. I'm also extremely fortunate in that most of my weight has been in my chest and belly. My gluteous is a little more maximus, and I can hear some distant rumbles of thunder in my thighs, but it is nothing like I feared it would be... yet... :) I just pray that I'm able to keep this up and keep the storms at bay.

As far as my post-baby weight attitude... I keep telling myself, "It's a process!!" It's taking me 9 months to put this weight on - I can't expect it to fall off overnight. (If only, right??) I'm telling my self that I need to plan on losing the weight at the same rate I gained it. (It's discouraging up front, but in the long run, I think it will really be beneficial for my "goals" to approach it with a slow come/slow go mentality.) Besides... how great will it feel if/when I lose the weight quicker than expected?? (Hey - just because my goals are lower, doesn't mean my dreams have to be!!!)

My next appointment is my last 4 week appointment... yikes!!! That means it is time for the glucose test and my RHogam shot (boooooo!!!!). Oh well...

Here I am at 22 weeks:


Here I am at 24 weeks:


TTFN!

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Jazzercise, anyone??

The title seems highly inappropriate as I sit here eating ice cream straight out of the carton... eh, who cares? In case anyone cares, it's chocolate chip cookie dough, only the best there is.

I'm 22 weeks now, but quickly enough knocking on 23's door. Just last night Rusty asked me if I feel like it's going by quickly or slowly. My answer to him was neither. The first half seemed to be over before I knew it, but we had so much going on in that time frame - anniversary, holidays, etc. I never found myself thinking, "This is going by too quickly!" though. Even now, time is just sort of going.

I know Rylan will be here before we know it, but I think we will have a mix of, "It's going too quickly!" when it comes to taking care of pre-baby business and, "Oh my gosh, will this ever end?" when it comes to the last few miserable weeks and what I'm assuming will only be an everlasting labor. Oh well...

Over the past week or two, Rylan has started moving SO MUCH! I seriously feel like he's hosting an aerobics class in my uterus, at least 3 times a day. And MAN! When he gets going, he means business. I think with every move, I'm 10 times more excited than the last time I felt him move. It's nothing that can be described to someone who has never been pregnant. I'd have never imagined it was this... cool.

I'll admit though - my favorite part isn't feeling Rylan move internally. It's being able to feel him move from both the inside and out. I love putting my hand where ever he's kicking/aquirming and getting both perspectives. Feeling the movement from the outside makes me realize it's NOT my imagination and that this really is happening. Another favorite part has been watching others' reactions when they feel him move for their first time. It's fun to see how differently everyone reacts initially.

Just today, I had my first wave of "blues" hit me about being pregnant. Let me hedge the following statement by saying I really do enjoy being pregnant, and I cherish each day that I get to wake up and experience the miracle growing inside of me. There are little things I'm starting to miss about not being pregnant, though. Mostly, I miss being a little more active than I am right now. Pregnancy has definitely slowed me down, and that's just not something I expected, at least not to the magnitude it has affected me. (The devil on one shoulder is telling me to get over it and enjoy the "excuse" I have for the next 4 months...)

The "fun" events we've experienced lately include cleaning out bedrooms and closets, and registering. I'll let you guess which one was more fun! :) I will say that both are equally exhausting. We spent about 2 and a half hours at one store, going through every little thing... By the end, I thought Rusty was going to have to pick me up and carry me out, I was so whipped. (By the way... I sure hope once we start buying these things there is a hidden set of instructions somewhere on how and why to use the item. I'm so absolutely clueless.)

We do have kind of a funny story from registering... We were going down a "recommended" list provided to us upon setting up the registry. We did so good and studied lots of important things before actually going to the store. When we got to the store, we didn't bother with the list. Instead, we just walked from area to area making decisions on how we felt about any given item. We got towards the receiving blanket area, and registered for a couple of cute sets. Rusty asked what a receiving blanket is for, and why it's different from a regular blanket. [Insert blank stare here.] I said, "I don't know, you swaddle the kid and then he gets received." There was an employee standing near by and we started chatting with her about just random things. She asked if we were first time parents, to which we said, "Yes, is it that obvious?" She laughed, politely said no and told us that if we have any questions just to ask - she was once as clueless as we are now, and that's why she's there. So Rusty asked, "How many receiving blankets do we need?" (This question was a lot safer than, "What exactly is a receiving blanket?") She said, "Oh, probably 2 to 4." We both looked at her very straight-faced and Rusty went on to say, "So the 16 we just registered for is too many, then?" I said, "I guess we'll be editing THAT when we get home..." She looked at us hesitantly for a few seconds, laughed nervously and then just kept on with some other conversation. **Sigh** There really should be classes to teach you these things.

Anyway, enough rambling for now. Below are two pictures, for your entertainment. :)

This is at 19 weeks:



This is at 22 weeks:

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

20 weeks

It's crazy to think this bun in my oven only has 20 weeks left to bake! 20 weeks doesn't sound like that much, but I know it will fly by. Time always does, regardless of whether you want it to or not.

The past week has been super fun and exciting - Rusty got to feel Rylan kick for the first time, which he loved. It was fun for me to feel Rylan move and watch Rusty's facial expressions. I was laying on the couch with my legs across his lap, and we happened to be watching TV so his attention was turned away from me. His hand, though, was in prime position to feel a kick. When I felt the kick, I looked at Rusty's face and just saw his mouth kind of drop and his eyes cut in my general direction. Those were the only moves he made until little man kicked again then Rusty turned to me asking if that was him. He was so excited to feel him, and I was so happy that he was finally able to.

Well we had our big 20 week sonogram this morning... and it's still a boy. Might I add that he seemed very proud of his "manhood" as he wasn't afraid to show it. Oh dear. Other than that, everything looked wonderful. (Thanks for all of your prayers!!) In one of our pictures, his little hand was up on his chin and in the next both hands were up right over his chest. Can you hear my heart melting?? We also got to hear his heart beat, which was fantastic.

One of the neat things from the sonogram (aside from all of the good news) was I got to figure out how he is situated in my belly - or at least how he was as of this morning. Every morning I can feel this really hard spot just to the left and under my belly button. Turns out to be Rylan's little bum. His feet are down closer to my right hip and his little head is up towards the top of my stomach, just below my ribcage. It's fun to at least sort of know where everything is.

One thing that I was NOT aware of, until yesterday when I got my reminder phone call, was that I had to drink 24 ounces of water 30 minutes prior to my appointment. Umm - they do realize I'm pregnant right? I run to the bathroom nearly every hour for what seems like 2 ounces of liquid to dribble out... I swear - you'd expect for me to have the world's longest bathroom breaks, for as bad as I feel like I always need to go. Anyway, so this morning was torture having to not pee until permission was granted. She's lucky I didn't go right there on the examination bed while she was pushing the thingy all around my stomach looking at Rylan.

According to my weekly emails and the book I'm currently reading, he should be about 10 inches long, head to heel (roughly the length of a banana). The books also say that he should be about 10-11 ounces, but my sonographer this morning measured him a little bit larger, at about 12 ounces. She also said based on the measurements, she shows me to be with in 24 hours of my original due date of May 30th. I already have a few people thinking I'll come early. I guess only time will tell.

Everything seems to be going fine. I need to drink more water, but that's about it. I can handle that. I need to be doing it anyway. One thing that is on the horizon... a shot. BOOOO!!! I don't like shots. I'm alright with all of the blood draws that they do now - I've learned to accept those and know what to expect. Shots, though. Not so much. At 28 weeks, I have to get a RHogam (I think that is how it's spelled...) shot since I'm a "negative" blood type. From the sounds of it, that day will just be filled with fun, as that's the day I get to do my glucose testing as well. Oh well... At least it's still 8 weeks away. As I sit here and count the weeks, I realize that is right around my birthday. Happy birthday to me.

Anyway, no new picture this week. (Actually, I'm doing this at work during lunch, so I don't have access to anything.) I'll be sure to post a couple next week though!

TTFN!

Monday, January 4, 2010

Tomato, Tomato

First of all, I'd like to apologize to anyone who has been checking in only to find nothing. We were without internet at home for almost at week, and it's too difficult to concentrate and write from work...

Second of all, Happy New Year to everyone! But more on that later...

I'm right about 19 weeks along now. HOLY COW! To think that next week is the unoffical half way point. (I say unofficial because so many things can happen between now and then. We could have an early arrival, or a stubborn little booger that decides to make my tummy his cozy home for longer than necessary.)

This week I learned that I have something about the size of an heirloom tomato growing within. He's about 6 inches from head to bottom, and weighs around 8 to 9 ounces. (I'll tell you when I read how much they approximately weigh, it sure dampens the day for how much I've gained. I know, I know, it's all part of it, and so much of it is for his protection and nutrition and all. But still...)

I still feel great. I'm starting to slow down a little bit, and I find it harder to bend down and do things like put on shoes and socks, or pick something up. I still manage for now though. I joke with Rusty about when will be the last time I'm able to tie my own shoes. He recommended I buy some slip ons for when I can't reach anymore. So sweet. :) Maybe it will be warm enough for flip flops by then.

We go back to the doctor next Tuesday for our big 20 week appointment. I'm excited, albeit a little anxious, about the sonogram. This is the one where they check that all of the vital organs are accounted for, functioning properly and healthy. I'm sure everything will be just fine, but I feel like we should always be prepared for something to not be okay. (Keep us in your prayers in the mean time.)

The weeks sure seem to be going by faster now. Maybe it was just the hustle and bustle of the holidays, but it seems like we were just in for our 16 week appointment like a week ago. I'm sure this second half will go by faster than the first, as we're really starting to plan and make things happen, like the nursery. We've picked out our furniture, and we know our colors and theme now. Lucky Rusty gets to start painting sometime soon. He's SOO thrilled. Little by little, things are falling into place.

That's about it for now... We'll be sure to post an update after next week's appointment. Below are a couple of pictures of my progress over the last 3 weeks. The first is my picture from when I was 16 weeks. The latter is my picture from 19 weeks. I can tell a difference... can you??