Take a look at this. This. This chart here is exactly why I'm pretty sure I'm 5 wks and not 6 wks 6 days. There is that one other time, but really, how likely is THAT? Thoughts?
Monday, May 18, 2009
Your Two Cents?
Take a look at this. This. This chart here is exactly why I'm pretty sure I'm 5 wks and not 6 wks 6 days. There is that one other time, but really, how likely is THAT? Thoughts?
Great Day
Aside from the obvious, this has been a wonderful day. First of all, it's been overcast and rainy all day, and boy did we need a break from the dry and the heat.
Secondly, after the appointment, I was all productive and stuff. Then I stopped at my favorite Chinese restaurant for a little me time with some won ton soup. The interior of that place is so comfy, the music is so soothing, and the staff feel like friends since we've been going there for 3 years. That soup was just what the doctor ordered. After that, I headed to my appointment at my favorite salon ever - Aveda. If you ask for a stylist in training (they call it "M talent") you can get a cut for $25! It was lovely. She gave me the Aveda head and shoulder massage. Not all the stylists will do that. She was also a very sweet, generous little thing... very fresh out of school. I felt like such an old lady next to her. haha. Aveda just feels so relaxing and smells so good. I love feeling pampered. Not only was it a great experience, but when I got to the register, I found that someone I had referred had used my name, and I had a $10 discount on my haircut for that! It only cost $15!!!!
Now I'm getting pooped after running errands and picking up groceries, so I'm in sore need of a nap. But the first half of my day was glorious. The bed is calling....
Secondly, after the appointment, I was all productive and stuff. Then I stopped at my favorite Chinese restaurant for a little me time with some won ton soup. The interior of that place is so comfy, the music is so soothing, and the staff feel like friends since we've been going there for 3 years. That soup was just what the doctor ordered. After that, I headed to my appointment at my favorite salon ever - Aveda. If you ask for a stylist in training (they call it "M talent") you can get a cut for $25! It was lovely. She gave me the Aveda head and shoulder massage. Not all the stylists will do that. She was also a very sweet, generous little thing... very fresh out of school. I felt like such an old lady next to her. haha. Aveda just feels so relaxing and smells so good. I love feeling pampered. Not only was it a great experience, but when I got to the register, I found that someone I had referred had used my name, and I had a $10 discount on my haircut for that! It only cost $15!!!!
Now I'm getting pooped after running errands and picking up groceries, so I'm in sore need of a nap. But the first half of my day was glorious. The bed is calling....
It's Alive!
The seahorse is alive and well. Today I had my first non-dildo cam ultrasound! It was so pleasant! I walked into the room and was all ready to shuck my pants. She actually had to stop me. It would have been amusing if I wasn't so nervous and if the u/s tech herself wasn't so devoid of all emotion and personality.
We saw the embryo right away. I had to ask what it was because of course miss personality wasn't offering. She showed me the yolk sac and then the embryo. And then... then I saw a heartbeat. It was a very healthy 133 bpm. I was so not expecting that at this stage. It was incredible and weird and scary all at the same time. I don't really even have words.
Then she told us that I was almost 7 weeks pregnant. I told her short of immaculate conception, that was pretty much impossible since we only did it the once. She said she highly doubted it was wrong. In my head I thought to myself that I highly doubt I forget when we had sex.... especially since it was charted and corresponded exactly with fertile signs. Next time I'm printing out the damn chart to bring along. Oh well, my doctor believes me. I just don't understand why the size of something decides with absolute certainty the TIME it's been happening. I mean seriously, I was the tallest kid in my kindergarten and first grade class. That does not mean I failed a grade. And for those of you who have seen me in real life, that decidedly did not set the tone for my size later in life. hahaha.
So here it is. The little round blobby is the yolk sac. The longer blobby is the seahorse. And I found out the difference between ultrasound and sonogram. THIS is a sonogram... the print out of the picture. It is still called an ultrasound when they wand you - belly or not. I had an argument with a girl about that recently.
We saw the embryo right away. I had to ask what it was because of course miss personality wasn't offering. She showed me the yolk sac and then the embryo. And then... then I saw a heartbeat. It was a very healthy 133 bpm. I was so not expecting that at this stage. It was incredible and weird and scary all at the same time. I don't really even have words.
Then she told us that I was almost 7 weeks pregnant. I told her short of immaculate conception, that was pretty much impossible since we only did it the once. She said she highly doubted it was wrong. In my head I thought to myself that I highly doubt I forget when we had sex.... especially since it was charted and corresponded exactly with fertile signs. Next time I'm printing out the damn chart to bring along. Oh well, my doctor believes me. I just don't understand why the size of something decides with absolute certainty the TIME it's been happening. I mean seriously, I was the tallest kid in my kindergarten and first grade class. That does not mean I failed a grade. And for those of you who have seen me in real life, that decidedly did not set the tone for my size later in life. hahaha.
So here it is. The little round blobby is the yolk sac. The longer blobby is the seahorse. And I found out the difference between ultrasound and sonogram. THIS is a sonogram... the print out of the picture. It is still called an ultrasound when they wand you - belly or not. I had an argument with a girl about that recently.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
The Joys of Marriage
Thanks to Kristin, I fixed the link for weekend plans. Sorry guys! Maybe I'll try to embed it later.
Anyone who has been married any amount of time will really appreciate these two videos. I didn't know how to embed the second one, so you'll have to click it. But I promise you, you'll enjoy. The first is the Flight of the Conchords that I've been talking about more lately.
EDITED: WEEKEND PLANS!
Anyone who has been married any amount of time will really appreciate these two videos. I didn't know how to embed the second one, so you'll have to click it. But I promise you, you'll enjoy. The first is the Flight of the Conchords that I've been talking about more lately.
EDITED: WEEKEND PLANS!
Belly Aches
I'm slowly starting to get the hang of this morning (or in my case all day) nausea. I'm finding what works and doesn't work. The problem is - the rules change every few days or so, and I'm left scrambling to figure it out again. I think I've got the whole don't get too full, don't get too hungry rule down though. That one seems to be a constant... especially the hungry. The biggest problem is, I'm finding I have to juggle what my Metformin belly will tolerate and what my hormone belly will tolerate. Sometimes I can appease one and not the other.
If anyone else who has been in this situation has any advice, I welcome all and any. Nausea is a good thing right? Just a few days until the first ultrasound and I vacillate between assurance and terror.
If anyone else who has been in this situation has any advice, I welcome all and any. Nausea is a good thing right? Just a few days until the first ultrasound and I vacillate between assurance and terror.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Jen and Barb's Great Adventure - Dream Version
So the crazy dreams have of course continued. I won't even get into my stint in Germany, on the set of a p.orn movie, or as a race car driver. I'll just tell you the one that involved Jen.
I was sweaty from working outside all day. My clothes were beyond embarrassing. Suddenly, Jen lands a plane not 100 feet from where I am standing and shouts, "Come on! We're going to see the OSCARS!" She is beaming from ear to ear and waving tickets in my face. I look down at my filthy self and start to protest. She ignores me and grabs me by the arm to drag me toward the waiting plane. "But my clothes!" I shriek. "I bought you beautiful earrings! It'll be fine!" she retorts.
On the plane, I continue to fret about my state of disarray. I'm going to the Oscars after all! She hands me some enormous red baubles and grins proudly, saying, "Aren't they beautiful? It's all you'll need!" However, as I start to protest more and more and ask about where I could possibly buy a dress, she begins to get angry... telling me how hard she worked to do this for me and wasn't I being just a little ungrateful?
That shuts me up until we land (on a city street mind you) in Hollywood and approach the red carpet. People openly stare. As we're seated, she remarks how it isn't such a big deal because we're so high up in the balconies, no one will see us anyway. After a few minutes, I get too antsy though and decide to try to find a dress shop I can afford. She gives me a glare, but I tell her I'll be right back. What follows is a journey the likes of which I can't even describe. It's full of mazes and college campuses, streets of buildings with no stores and even a fraternity house. The one dress I find in the one store I find is behind glass, and I can't open the door.
When we finally join back up, the Oscars are over and Jen is fuming. I manage to placate her as we board the plane. On the plane she says, "I met this great guy!" Incredulous, I ask her what about Matt - her husband?? "Oh him," she sniffs. "I'm not actually married to him. He's a good guy and all, but if he's dumb enough to provide for me and take care of me while I look around, then that's fine. It's just convenience really." I point out the whole baby situation. "Oh.. well he was good for that," she concedes.
I can remember feeling horrified even in my sleep and thinking how duped I was! Jen seems so sweet and kind and honorable! How could she do these things?! Luckily I don't remain in sleep alterna-world too long, so I was able to shake it off. Nice huh?
I was sweaty from working outside all day. My clothes were beyond embarrassing. Suddenly, Jen lands a plane not 100 feet from where I am standing and shouts, "Come on! We're going to see the OSCARS!" She is beaming from ear to ear and waving tickets in my face. I look down at my filthy self and start to protest. She ignores me and grabs me by the arm to drag me toward the waiting plane. "But my clothes!" I shriek. "I bought you beautiful earrings! It'll be fine!" she retorts.
On the plane, I continue to fret about my state of disarray. I'm going to the Oscars after all! She hands me some enormous red baubles and grins proudly, saying, "Aren't they beautiful? It's all you'll need!" However, as I start to protest more and more and ask about where I could possibly buy a dress, she begins to get angry... telling me how hard she worked to do this for me and wasn't I being just a little ungrateful?
That shuts me up until we land (on a city street mind you) in Hollywood and approach the red carpet. People openly stare. As we're seated, she remarks how it isn't such a big deal because we're so high up in the balconies, no one will see us anyway. After a few minutes, I get too antsy though and decide to try to find a dress shop I can afford. She gives me a glare, but I tell her I'll be right back. What follows is a journey the likes of which I can't even describe. It's full of mazes and college campuses, streets of buildings with no stores and even a fraternity house. The one dress I find in the one store I find is behind glass, and I can't open the door.
When we finally join back up, the Oscars are over and Jen is fuming. I manage to placate her as we board the plane. On the plane she says, "I met this great guy!" Incredulous, I ask her what about Matt - her husband?? "Oh him," she sniffs. "I'm not actually married to him. He's a good guy and all, but if he's dumb enough to provide for me and take care of me while I look around, then that's fine. It's just convenience really." I point out the whole baby situation. "Oh.. well he was good for that," she concedes.
I can remember feeling horrified even in my sleep and thinking how duped I was! Jen seems so sweet and kind and honorable! How could she do these things?! Luckily I don't remain in sleep alterna-world too long, so I was able to shake it off. Nice huh?
Monday, May 11, 2009
Getting Away With It?
Today marks one month of pregnancy - one month at what seems to me to be cheating the system. Because let's be honest here, with my medical issues, the amount of time we tried, and what others go through, it really seems like we're cheating the system, and oh is it going to be pissed when it figures this out. Let's hope it never does.
I've been having the infamous crazy dreams. Oh who am I kidding? It doesn't take pregnancy for me to dream up crazy shit. But Jen was featured in one of them. I wonder if she would mind me sharing?
We've been telling a few people here and there; people we need for support, or people we feel guilty not telling at this point. Every time I start this process or even when Hub does, my heart starts to pound and my mouth goes dry. I literally feel a fight or flight response. Why is this I wonder? Do I feel like we're waving a red flag to the system? "Hey, we're out here! We CHEATED! Come take it away!" Am I worried this is one more person we'll have to UNtell? Or is it just the enormity of the subject that makes my heart seize up? I am fairly introverted after all.
Maybe it's a combination of lots of complex factors. I'm just praying this doesn't end up knocking me on my ass. More non-pregnancy related posts soon, I promise.
I've been having the infamous crazy dreams. Oh who am I kidding? It doesn't take pregnancy for me to dream up crazy shit. But Jen was featured in one of them. I wonder if she would mind me sharing?
We've been telling a few people here and there; people we need for support, or people we feel guilty not telling at this point. Every time I start this process or even when Hub does, my heart starts to pound and my mouth goes dry. I literally feel a fight or flight response. Why is this I wonder? Do I feel like we're waving a red flag to the system? "Hey, we're out here! We CHEATED! Come take it away!" Am I worried this is one more person we'll have to UNtell? Or is it just the enormity of the subject that makes my heart seize up? I am fairly introverted after all.
Maybe it's a combination of lots of complex factors. I'm just praying this doesn't end up knocking me on my ass. More non-pregnancy related posts soon, I promise.
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