Thursday, May 19, 2005
Cravings
Hot wings
Thai food
Jalapenos
French onion soup with bread and melty cheese
tortilla chips and rotel dip
A BIG CHEESE (Thankfully, I'm going to Auburn this weekend. I have a date with the loveliest of cheeseburgers on Saturday night. If my parents didn't live there, I think that I would ditch them and go to Auburn just for the burger.)
Thai food
Jalapenos
French onion soup with bread and melty cheese
tortilla chips and rotel dip
A BIG CHEESE (Thankfully, I'm going to Auburn this weekend. I have a date with the loveliest of cheeseburgers on Saturday night. If my parents didn't live there, I think that I would ditch them and go to Auburn just for the burger.)
Sunday, May 15, 2005
12 weeks
We went to our 12 week check up and ultrasound on Monday. The ultrasound was very cool. I was a little nervous that they might tell me that the cyst was getting bigger and the baby wasn't. The technician showed us the baby. It was unbelievably clear. I couldn't fathom seeing so much detail when my stomach hasn't even started growing yet. When she focused in our baby, it started kicking its legs and moving its arms a little. Such a precious moment. After the technician was done with her stuff, the doctor came in a looked around a little. He said that the cyst was not growing and should not pose a problem for the baby's development.
After I got dressed again, we headed over to my doctor's office. My weight has not changed in the last four weeks, and my blood pressure was normal. I finally got to meet my doctor. Previously, I had only seen the nurse practioner. She seemed nice and smart. I asked her questions about flying while pregnant. She said there was no problem as long as I felt fine, so I'll keep traveling until I'm too big to fit through the plane door.
We should be proud homeowners in another few weeks. This will be our third move in one year. I'm really looking forward to finally settling somewhere permanent.
After I got dressed again, we headed over to my doctor's office. My weight has not changed in the last four weeks, and my blood pressure was normal. I finally got to meet my doctor. Previously, I had only seen the nurse practioner. She seemed nice and smart. I asked her questions about flying while pregnant. She said there was no problem as long as I felt fine, so I'll keep traveling until I'm too big to fit through the plane door.
We should be proud homeowners in another few weeks. This will be our third move in one year. I'm really looking forward to finally settling somewhere permanent.
Monday, May 02, 2005
I'm too young to be a homeowner.
I have abandoned the blue sea sickness bracelets this past week. I think that the nausea has passed. I'm so glad that I made it this far without throwing up. I really hate throwing up. The exhaustion and gas are still with me. I weighed myself on Saturday, and I have now dropped below the weight that I was when I graduated from high school. How can I eat so much and still be dropping in weight? I'm sure I'll make up for it when I start gaining.
I have gotten quite comfortable in my new job, and I've even told my boss and most of my coworkers about the baby. Everyone seems very happy for me.
This weekend we did some more househunting and even put in one offer. We are practicing our patience as we wait for a reply from the seller. Tony and I are very excited about owning a house, while also being scared shitless. In many ways, I still feel like a child, and children aren't supposed to have mortgages. I know that I'm married and have a job and am going to be a Mama, but somehow "30 years of house payments" seems way to old for me. I should really freak out when I have to sign the final paper work on this house or whatever one we end up in.
I have gotten quite comfortable in my new job, and I've even told my boss and most of my coworkers about the baby. Everyone seems very happy for me.
This weekend we did some more househunting and even put in one offer. We are practicing our patience as we wait for a reply from the seller. Tony and I are very excited about owning a house, while also being scared shitless. In many ways, I still feel like a child, and children aren't supposed to have mortgages. I know that I'm married and have a job and am going to be a Mama, but somehow "30 years of house payments" seems way to old for me. I should really freak out when I have to sign the final paper work on this house or whatever one we end up in.

