another week gone. Feeling pretty okay now. No vomiting (except for this morning, which I think may have been more anxiety than pregnancy since I was in for a very busy, stressful day)
My blood pressure is a bit high, but in my defense, my work cell phone was ringing like crazy while I was in my appointment, and so I was a bit worried about what was going on there.
Work is going well, for now. just bloody tiring!
so I'm in the process of working out my "birthing plan". figuring out who will be there, what we'll do, all that junk. I'm not sure I'm brave enough to commit to no pain meds... but I'd like to try.
*shrug* I have a few more months to think about it, at least.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Where I'm from - Stolen from my sister.
I am from pink angel/princess sheets, from Laura's subs and no name frozen yogurt.
I am from the house between the fire hydrant and the jungle house. From the greenest street in the neighbourhood, with by far the most cats.
I am from the rosebush in the backyard), the tree fort in an actual tree, and the rope ladder used to get up to it.
I am from turkey dinner on thanksgiving and musical chairs without the music, from my crazy drunken relatives and .
I am from the Nosiest women in the world and being kind to everyone around you.
From stepping on a needle being the cause of a heart attack and being careful not to eat an orange just after drinking milk.
I am from believing what I can see, and feel. The wind in my hair, the warmth of the sun, the grit of the earth underfoot, and helping others whenever I can.
I'm from Canada and England, Stuffing with chestnuts, and mincemeat pie
From the time my brother saved my sister from drowning, the family cat, who tried to climb into my crib when I was a baby and all the animals that came to visit and ended up staying.
I am from a slew of unorganized photos in boxes in my parents basement.
I am from the house between the fire hydrant and the jungle house. From the greenest street in the neighbourhood, with by far the most cats.
I am from the rosebush in the backyard), the tree fort in an actual tree, and the rope ladder used to get up to it.
I am from turkey dinner on thanksgiving and musical chairs without the music, from my crazy drunken relatives and .
I am from the Nosiest women in the world and being kind to everyone around you.
From stepping on a needle being the cause of a heart attack and being careful not to eat an orange just after drinking milk.
I am from believing what I can see, and feel. The wind in my hair, the warmth of the sun, the grit of the earth underfoot, and helping others whenever I can.
I'm from Canada and England, Stuffing with chestnuts, and mincemeat pie
From the time my brother saved my sister from drowning, the family cat, who tried to climb into my crib when I was a baby and all the animals that came to visit and ended up staying.
I am from a slew of unorganized photos in boxes in my parents basement.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
17 weeks
so week 16 was much the same as the previous 10.. I was sick, often.
This week however, I feel a bit better. no puking, no nausea.. and it lasts all day. I don't want to jinx anything, but I think the worst may be over.
Also, I seem to be starting to show! I'm not the smallest woman in the world, so to most, I just look like I gained some extra weight, there is no telltale "bump" but people who see me every day are starting to notice. Also, my clothes are getting wayyyy too tight. Luckily, my husband's-coworkers-wife just gave birth to her fourth child in under four years (twins in the middle!) and so she is ridding herself of anything maternity in an attempt to curb the urge to keep trying for a girl.. (four boys, poor lady). so I get it all! it's mostly not my style, but hell... maternity dress pants are eeeexpensive, I spent 110 bucks on two pairs, which may not seem like much to people who shop, but I avoid shopping like the plague and see that as a crazy waste of money.
So anyway, I have more than enough shirts, I wear everything huge already so all my old shirts will work til I give birth, but pants are another story, and now I think I'm set. I think there were about 12 pairs that work well for me. awesomesauce :)
also, I may *crosses fingers* be going to the hubby's friend's cottage the weekend after next. If I do, I'll just sit around all day and relax and watch his silly friends get drunk and do stupid things. I've never been much of drinker, so I've always enjoyed watching others get shitfaced and stupid :D
here's hoping! yay for relaxing. If I can't go there, I'll go stay with my parents, at least it's green there. I can't stand being stuck in my apartment for a whole day. While I know that I can get out and go for a walk or something, I don't really like being downtown. too many people.. stupid people. When I spend a whole day in the apartment, I get a kind of cabin fever I've never experienced before... another reason why I know we're going to have to move before our lease is up.. but that's a whole other story...
This week however, I feel a bit better. no puking, no nausea.. and it lasts all day. I don't want to jinx anything, but I think the worst may be over.
Also, I seem to be starting to show! I'm not the smallest woman in the world, so to most, I just look like I gained some extra weight, there is no telltale "bump" but people who see me every day are starting to notice. Also, my clothes are getting wayyyy too tight. Luckily, my husband's-coworkers-wife just gave birth to her fourth child in under four years (twins in the middle!) and so she is ridding herself of anything maternity in an attempt to curb the urge to keep trying for a girl.. (four boys, poor lady). so I get it all! it's mostly not my style, but hell... maternity dress pants are eeeexpensive, I spent 110 bucks on two pairs, which may not seem like much to people who shop, but I avoid shopping like the plague and see that as a crazy waste of money.
So anyway, I have more than enough shirts, I wear everything huge already so all my old shirts will work til I give birth, but pants are another story, and now I think I'm set. I think there were about 12 pairs that work well for me. awesomesauce :)
also, I may *crosses fingers* be going to the hubby's friend's cottage the weekend after next. If I do, I'll just sit around all day and relax and watch his silly friends get drunk and do stupid things. I've never been much of drinker, so I've always enjoyed watching others get shitfaced and stupid :D
here's hoping! yay for relaxing. If I can't go there, I'll go stay with my parents, at least it's green there. I can't stand being stuck in my apartment for a whole day. While I know that I can get out and go for a walk or something, I don't really like being downtown. too many people.. stupid people. When I spend a whole day in the apartment, I get a kind of cabin fever I've never experienced before... another reason why I know we're going to have to move before our lease is up.. but that's a whole other story...
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
15 weeks!
so, here I am. Fifteen weeks, and I'm surviving! I seem to have stopped vomiting constantly, and am down to once a day. Usually in the morning, I wake up.. set aside twenty minutes or so to upchuck some bile and then I'm fine for the rest of the day. (before you say anything, I've tried eating something small as soon as I wake up, and truthishly? it's just more painful when I throw it up, so I gave up on that)
Work is fine, everyone there knows, and is quite understanding about my strange ways lately (eating an entire cucumber in one sitting, and then going out and buying more cucumber.. to name one thing that made people look at me strangely) mostly, they just enjoy making fun of me about it.
the hubby seems to be a bit more understanding now. I'm not sure what was going on at first, I think he may just have been a bit overwhelmed because there was nothing he could to do to help me, and he's not good at feeling helpless.. so he would just get frustrated and annoyed with me. *sigh*
also, the weather here is awful. it was 33 today, with a humidex of FORTY TWO. That is far too hot, and I think that mother nature is fucking with us. it's supposed to drop down to 20ish this week... so where the hell is 33 coming from!?
Work is fine, everyone there knows, and is quite understanding about my strange ways lately (eating an entire cucumber in one sitting, and then going out and buying more cucumber.. to name one thing that made people look at me strangely) mostly, they just enjoy making fun of me about it.
the hubby seems to be a bit more understanding now. I'm not sure what was going on at first, I think he may just have been a bit overwhelmed because there was nothing he could to do to help me, and he's not good at feeling helpless.. so he would just get frustrated and annoyed with me. *sigh*
also, the weather here is awful. it was 33 today, with a humidex of FORTY TWO. That is far too hot, and I think that mother nature is fucking with us. it's supposed to drop down to 20ish this week... so where the hell is 33 coming from!?
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