Saturday, July 30, 2005
Just for fun...
Okay, I *know* these kinds of things are supposed to be silly, but you've gotta wonder when they can claim accuracy in over 90% of cases, and it worked for all but one of the ten babies my friends and I tested on. (Like I said, 90% accurate!) So here it is: go to Ancient Chinese Gender Predictor and tell me if it was accurate for your kid (or the kid of someone you know). If it's right, we're having a girl--we'll see in 21 weeks. :)
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Woosh-woosh-woosh
That's what the baby's heartbeat sounds like--and it's still pumping at 140 beats per minute! Yes, we had our appointment today, and I got my baby fix when I heard that amazing sound. That's gotta be one of the weirdest things ever, to HEAR something living inside you. Crazy! And the best part: my doctor didn't make a single comment about me weight. Hallelujah!
So now I have to make an appointment somewhere to get our ultrasound. I'm bummed, because the place I wanted to go only does high-risk pregnancies, which mine is certainly not. Given the fact that we know a ton of pregnant women and people in the medical field, I'm optimistic we'll be able to find a place that is as cool as the high-risk clinic.
So now I have to make an appointment somewhere to get our ultrasound. I'm bummed, because the place I wanted to go only does high-risk pregnancies, which mine is certainly not. Given the fact that we know a ton of pregnant women and people in the medical field, I'm optimistic we'll be able to find a place that is as cool as the high-risk clinic.
Monday, July 25, 2005
Yay, comments! (and other things)
I'm such a dork--I never set the preferences for this blog so I'd be notified when people commented, and I just happened to glance at the end of one of my entries today and see comments. I was so excited! People are actually reading this! :) So anyway, thanks to everyone who's been writing. Even some strangers--always curious to know how y'all found your way here, leave me a comment and let me know! :)
Well, week one of The New and Improved Alison went quite well, I'm happy to say. Much healthier eating*, way more writing done (almost 1/2 way to my minimal word requirement!) and 12 miles of walking racked up. (It's so handy having a lake that is exactly a mile in diameter; I hate not having some idea how far I've gone.) This morning was even better in the walking department; I just had so much energy, which was SUCH a nice change, that I went for four miles instead of two. Hooray me! (Side note: anyone seen the Red Stripe beer commercials? "Hooray beer!" They're hilarious.)
Tomorrow is our next OB appointment. I admit I'm worried about what my doctor is going to say about my weight, but what can I do? It's not like I'm snarfing down cake and ice cream for every meal or something. (Well, I did have three scoops of Ben & Jerry's within a 3 day span and 3 cupcakes in the last 24 hours, but I SWEAR those were anomalies.) And despite the walking the weight is still climbing. I really wish I'd through to chart it, just for the heck of it--it would have been a fun baby album page. At least I've rememberd to take belly pictures every month. Speaking of which, I bought the most adorable album to use as my pregnancy scrapbook album, and I've still yet to start it. Granted, I still haven't finished our wedding scrapbook, either. I need to have one of those crop-till-you-drop parties soon and get on the stick!
We'll also be setting up our Big Ultrasound appointment tomorrow--at least, I think that's the plan. I can't wait for that!! I think my parents are even going to come. We should bring popcorn or something. :)
Well, week one of The New and Improved Alison went quite well, I'm happy to say. Much healthier eating*, way more writing done (almost 1/2 way to my minimal word requirement!) and 12 miles of walking racked up. (It's so handy having a lake that is exactly a mile in diameter; I hate not having some idea how far I've gone.) This morning was even better in the walking department; I just had so much energy, which was SUCH a nice change, that I went for four miles instead of two. Hooray me! (Side note: anyone seen the Red Stripe beer commercials? "Hooray beer!" They're hilarious.)
Tomorrow is our next OB appointment. I admit I'm worried about what my doctor is going to say about my weight, but what can I do? It's not like I'm snarfing down cake and ice cream for every meal or something. (Well, I did have three scoops of Ben & Jerry's within a 3 day span and 3 cupcakes in the last 24 hours, but I SWEAR those were anomalies.) And despite the walking the weight is still climbing. I really wish I'd through to chart it, just for the heck of it--it would have been a fun baby album page. At least I've rememberd to take belly pictures every month. Speaking of which, I bought the most adorable album to use as my pregnancy scrapbook album, and I've still yet to start it. Granted, I still haven't finished our wedding scrapbook, either. I need to have one of those crop-till-you-drop parties soon and get on the stick!
We'll also be setting up our Big Ultrasound appointment tomorrow--at least, I think that's the plan. I can't wait for that!! I think my parents are even going to come. We should bring popcorn or something. :)
Sunday, July 24, 2005
Thoughts
I've realized lately that there are a lot of parallels between awaiting your baby and awaiting your wedding day. There are entire bookcases full of guides and advice on what to do to prepare for The Big Day. There are tons of plans to be made. You get parties and lots of gifts for both of them. And once The Big Day actually arrives, you realize all the planning was for naught, because nothing can prepare you for the reality of the event.
The other similarity is that everyone talks about the preparations, but hardly anyone talks about what happens after. Buy this stuff, make this plan, blah blah blah...but what happens when you get home from the honeymoon and realize, "Holy crap, I'm going to be looking at your face for the rest of one of our lives. You're going to be in my bed, in my space; your stuff and my stuff are gonna get all mixed up together; I don't get to think of just myself EVER AGAIN."
I have a feeling it'll be the same with the baby. We'll get this helpless little mini-us home and set it in the crib and stare at it in total and complete terror. "Holy crap, I'm going to be looking at this face for the rest of one of our lives. You're going to be in my arms, in my space; your stuff is gonna get all mixed up with my stuff, and I won't get to think of just myself EVER AGAIN." I'll be a mother, a role for which there is no real preparation, other than a lot of theory and "Well, this is how it was for me..." which, as we all know, often proves pointless for us.
Obviously people have been raising babies for many, many years now, and since I fancy myself to be at least as intelligent, if not more so, than the average bear, I'm sure I can handle it. But I know there are going to be nights when I stare down into the crib at this little tiny person who somehow managed to get put together INSIDE ME (my gosh) and, even more miraculously, managed to come OUT of me (which I'm not nearly as worried about as one might think) and wonder to myself, "What exactly am I suppose to do with you?"
The other similarity is that everyone talks about the preparations, but hardly anyone talks about what happens after. Buy this stuff, make this plan, blah blah blah...but what happens when you get home from the honeymoon and realize, "Holy crap, I'm going to be looking at your face for the rest of one of our lives. You're going to be in my bed, in my space; your stuff and my stuff are gonna get all mixed up together; I don't get to think of just myself EVER AGAIN."
I have a feeling it'll be the same with the baby. We'll get this helpless little mini-us home and set it in the crib and stare at it in total and complete terror. "Holy crap, I'm going to be looking at this face for the rest of one of our lives. You're going to be in my arms, in my space; your stuff is gonna get all mixed up with my stuff, and I won't get to think of just myself EVER AGAIN." I'll be a mother, a role for which there is no real preparation, other than a lot of theory and "Well, this is how it was for me..." which, as we all know, often proves pointless for us.
Obviously people have been raising babies for many, many years now, and since I fancy myself to be at least as intelligent, if not more so, than the average bear, I'm sure I can handle it. But I know there are going to be nights when I stare down into the crib at this little tiny person who somehow managed to get put together INSIDE ME (my gosh) and, even more miraculously, managed to come OUT of me (which I'm not nearly as worried about as one might think) and wonder to myself, "What exactly am I suppose to do with you?"
Monday, July 18, 2005
One six oh
Three little numbers, so many possibilities. The number of dollars I could save with Geico. The number of books on my reading list. The number of days until the baby is born. (Well, that would be 157, actually.) But no, it's none of those.
It's the number of pounds I now weight.
I could hardly believe it when I stepped on the scale. Only 17 weeks and I've already gained all the weight you're supposed to gain in an entire pregnancy. I go to the doctor again next Tuesday; I can't imagine the browbeating my OB is going to give me!
So today I turned over a new leaf. I got up at 6:30 this morning and had a protein-heavy breakfast as my first step to cutting down on the carbs I've been snarfing. Then I went to the lake for a 45 minute walk. Man, did that feel good! ('Course, I think I may have pulled a muscle. Figures.) I simply can't believe I'm going to be gaining weight for another 6 months when I'm already this big. Something must be done!
It's the number of pounds I now weight.
I could hardly believe it when I stepped on the scale. Only 17 weeks and I've already gained all the weight you're supposed to gain in an entire pregnancy. I go to the doctor again next Tuesday; I can't imagine the browbeating my OB is going to give me!
So today I turned over a new leaf. I got up at 6:30 this morning and had a protein-heavy breakfast as my first step to cutting down on the carbs I've been snarfing. Then I went to the lake for a 45 minute walk. Man, did that feel good! ('Course, I think I may have pulled a muscle. Figures.) I simply can't believe I'm going to be gaining weight for another 6 months when I'm already this big. Something must be done!
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Four months down!
On Saturday we reached the four month mark, which means we're only 4 weeks away from being halfway through this pregnancy. I so can't wait for the halfway mark! I know nothing will be that different, but it's just the fact that it's all downhill from there, you know?
My next appointment is on the 26th, and I think we'll be scheduling our big ultrasound that day, too. At this point the plan is still to not find out of it's a boy or a girl, but Dan keeps dropping hints so I think, if it were up to him, he'd want to find out. I keep telling him that if he REALLY wants to know, we can find out, but he keeps saying it's my choice. That being the case, we're keeping it a secret--I love surprises and think it would just be too anticlimactic to know ahead of time what we were having. Two of my other pregnant friends are going to remain in the dark with their babies, too, and it's driving others in our social circle absolutely nuts that we don't want to know. Oh well, too bad! :) I'll just save all the gift receipts for the yellow and green unisex stuff we get. :)
I'm going to try to schedule our hypnobirth classes in the next week or so. I was hoping some of my friends would want to go with us, but they're all planning on going for the drugs. I'm bummed, but can't really fault them; everyone approaches their birth experience differently. I'm really excited about the classes, though; can't wait to start!
My next appointment is on the 26th, and I think we'll be scheduling our big ultrasound that day, too. At this point the plan is still to not find out of it's a boy or a girl, but Dan keeps dropping hints so I think, if it were up to him, he'd want to find out. I keep telling him that if he REALLY wants to know, we can find out, but he keeps saying it's my choice. That being the case, we're keeping it a secret--I love surprises and think it would just be too anticlimactic to know ahead of time what we were having. Two of my other pregnant friends are going to remain in the dark with their babies, too, and it's driving others in our social circle absolutely nuts that we don't want to know. Oh well, too bad! :) I'll just save all the gift receipts for the yellow and green unisex stuff we get. :)
I'm going to try to schedule our hypnobirth classes in the next week or so. I was hoping some of my friends would want to go with us, but they're all planning on going for the drugs. I'm bummed, but can't really fault them; everyone approaches their birth experience differently. I'm really excited about the classes, though; can't wait to start!
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