PACKERS VS. VIKINGS

Well, tonights the night folks. Brett Favre plays the one team he's never beat...the Packers. I believe all of WI, Minnesota and parts of our surrounding states will be glued to the t.v. in anticipation of what will happen. In the meantime, I've had to upgrade from my childrens large size jersey to a Packer maternity shirt. Take a looksy! I also added in a barebelly pic for fun. The jersey pic is frmo 23 weeks, the bare belly is from 24 weeks and the packer t-shirt is from tonight, 25w2d.

I just realized I never posted our ultrasound pic!

Since reports are taking forever to come back to me at work, I'm taking this time to update my blog.

I have a Dr. 's appointment tomorrow at 4:45 where I'll get to hear the baby's heartbeat again and hopefully get some more info on the classes we should be taking to prepare for...(gulp)....birth. I've already informed my Dr. that I have examined my nether regions and I am absolutely convinced that God made me too small to push a baby out of my body. I just don't see any way around a c-section because there's just no way a head, shoulders, followed by hips and legs and feet are going to make their way through my holy passage. (haha...holy...ahahahah)

At any rate, he assures me that my body will know what to do and will "stretch and open" to accomodate my little watermelon. We'll see. One thing is for sure, if an epidural is available, it's first on my list of to do's directly following changing from street clothes into that nifty gown they give you at the hospital. HOT mama I can't wait.

The baby is kicking a lot now...although I'm not sure it's really kicking, it's more like summercaults. I'm pretty sure he/she will be a gymnyst. Dave insists if it's a boy he's just practicing his football skills, but I took dance for 9 years...I'm pretty sure I know what I'm talking about.

At any rate, my reports still aren't back and I have 1 hour and 5 minutes left until I get to scadadde for the day. I think I'll spend at least the next 6 minutes on the look out for a good snack...and the following 3 seconds scarfing it down.

Here are some nursery room pics! The saying on the wall is French for "Our Gift from God" The bag is my new Petunia Pickle Bottom Diaper bag that I just got for my birthday!

I think….I think I may have felt the baby move! I’m really waiting for that moment with finite evidence where my whole world stops, tears swell up in my eyes and I know, without a shadow of a doubt..that my little one has kicked me for the first time (that I could feel anyway.) But…I’m told it takes a while to feel all that, so for now I’ll just take every little flutter and wait for my baby to really make itself known.

In the meantime, my every two week heartbeat appointments will suffice. Today, in fact, is hopefully my last one before I can feel the baby move. Two weeks from tomorrow, on my birthday, we go for THE ultrasound! IF we were going to find out the gender then this would be a really cool day to find out…but we’re going to wait until the baby’s BIRTHday! Dave used to be on board with me, but he’s grown to not be able to stand the idea of a stranger knowing what we’re having and us not knowing. To be honest, it kills me too…but it is what it is. If there’s one thing I’ve learned through this whole process it’s that we cannot plan anything…so why not wait another 5 months to find out??? I hear it’s really cool to find out either way, I guess we’re just choosing to find out later.

I’m also learning to NEVER, and I mean NEVER, tell a woman how huge she looks pregnant. I’ve been told a few times now how big I look for having my first…yet I still weigh 4 lb’s LESS than I did prepregnancy! A coworker even told me that she thought it was beautiful to be big…which, it is…but not when you’re only 5 months preggo and they’re like ‘YOU’RE HUGE’.

Bless her little 5’1” 102 lb soul…

Here's a question....when I say "I'll call you back when I find something out." Why..oh why...do people feel the need to call you 30 minutes later and say "just calling to see if you found anything out..."

Um...have I called you back yet? No. Grrrrrr. So annoying.

Anyway...hoping to get the trim up around the closet doors in the nursery and the front closet tonight. I have no idea what to make for dinner and what chores to do around the house...but what I do know is that it will all go by too fast and before you know it, the alarm clock will sound...I'll roll over, and once again 6:45 will be staring me in the face. blah. I mean, I like routine...but if only my routine consisted of getting up at 10 a.m., then shopping all day...coming home to my favorite meal from the Chancery and a glass of zinny (post baby)...then I'd be all for it. When it consists of sitting in traffic on Delany Road trying to turn onto hwy 41...I'd rather stick my head in a bucket of nair. Not really...but you get you get the point.

So......it's been a while, I know, I know...
Cutting to the chase....I'm 17 weeks and 2 days pregnant! Seeing as this is our first, we're on the ball with getting ready for baby. Here are some pics of our nursery. Please excuse the tools sitting on the floor. Dave installed the closet door and we now have to put in the trim. But..here's our crib, changing station, and glider! Also...my 17 week belly pic! Oh, plus....Dave and I went to meet the Miller High Life guy at the local grocery store and got autographs. Trust me, being in the frozen food section with a beer guy when you can't even drink beer...is WAY better than being at work on a Friday morning!

My period is not my friend

Seriously, I'm beginnig to think that the uterus actually has arms with little mini boxing gloves which are completely undetectable by any technological device known to man....because it's trying to punch it's way out...of....my....body....

You know you've lost it when you trick yourself into believing that as long as you hold your breathe, the cramps will stop. So, basically...you're still in pain and your face is blue. Then you have to explain to your co-worker that you just have cramps...after they try giving you the heimlich maneuver because they're convinced you're choking on your lunch. But...I'm not saying I'm speaking from experience or anything...anyway....

One other lil tidbit to consider.... Name brand or generic? Now...when it comes to certain medicines or perhaps a window cleaner...I always get generic. It's cheaper. However, I will speak from personal experience in saying do not buy generic maxi pads. That is, of course, unless you want an origami shaped pad about to fall out of your panties. Oh yeah, it'll ball right up into an origami swan and then fall out of your pants onto the floor as you walk by the end of the day. Adhesive wings? Really? Because they worked about as well as trying to get a piece of paper to stick to the wall with oil. It just didn't happen.

OH...and the emotions! Over what you might ask? Um...I have no freakin clue!!!!! Why don't you ask my friends Estrogen, Testosterone and Progesterone. We're BFF'S apparently :) Yay.

Based on all of this...here's my last question. Why...why..why...why...after 6 years of being with my husband has he not learned yet that for this one week....one week!...just please please please PRETEND I'M RIGHT ABOUT EVERYTHING!!! I don't like liars, but please, please, please just lie to me for this one week. "no babe, you don't look bloated"..."yes Honey, I'd LOVE to do the dishes after I cook dinner!" and "yep, I remember you telling me that cause I was TOTALLY paying attention when you were yelling at me the other day." I mean, is it that hard???

I have to say though....my hubby takes the cake. He loves me, puts up with me, and tretches through everything with me. I wouldn't trade that non-liar for anything. :)

Sheeeeee's heeeeeeere

Last night around 8:30 I felt a slight thumping in my uterus. Abut 9ish it turned into, oh, how shall I say it....a STABBING/PUNCHING feeling. I went to the bathroom and sure enough, aunt flow is here for the week. It's good though, she needs to visit so I can start my next cycle, but it's always funny to me how easy it is to forget the pain that comes along with her. Today I'm experiencing mild yet excrutitating pain in my lower back, a sort of tug of war with my uterus and the floor beneath me...and overall waterfall works in my eyes with the slightest change in emotion. Oh, and keeping my eyes open is like holding your arms out to the side for hours on end...practically impossible.

I wonder if anyone would notice if I went out to my car and slept until 4:30????

Probably. Crap.

The Longest Fall Ever

This past Saturday night, my girlfriend and I were on our way to the Bucks game when we stopped for a red bull. Well, on our way out, I stepped in a pot hole and began my journey to the ground. It was seriously the longest fall I've ever had in my life. It start out with a wobble to the right and then a slight jerk to the front. I thought to myself "just stand up." Well, I couldn't, so I start to go down further, now my top half is moving more forward so I'm getting quite top heavy. I get to the point where I'm thinking "I can't believe I can't just stand up, what is wrong with me." So, I finally go down, smack my knee into the ground, somehow scrape up the top part of my hands and all I can think about is how my shirt came up and my belly is showing.

G.R.E.A.T.

My girlfriend is silent for about 5 seconds to which I just know she's laughing hysterically but she finally musters up the courage to ask if I'm ok. The two guys from the gas station come out to see if I'm ok and probably making sure I'm not going to sue them. So, we get in the car and I can hardly press the pedal becuase my knee is throbbing. We get to the game only to realize we parked on the wrong side. Our tickets were at will call on the other end of the arena. So, we start walking. OMG...my knee is killing me. We get in, start watching the game...all is well. Until....we go to get some food. I get a hot dog, slather on the kethcup and mustard and then what happens? It rolls off the counter onto the floor! Are you flippin kidding me? Luckily my friend got me a new one, they gave it to us for free which was so nice of them. We get back to our seats, and as I sit down, I bang the bad knee into the seat in front of me. OMG...I need to go home right now...clearly this night is not meant for me to enjoy!

I got home, looked at my knee and there was actually an indentation on the top of my knee cap. Well, today it's red, black, blue and purple and now my ankle hurts. Um...WTF?

Easter

Today we got up at 7 a.m., went to 8:15 Easter Mass and then hit up the local Walgreens where we, and every other last minute person scurried for easter cards and gifts. My brother got my mom a pink bunny that sang "yes, Jesus loves me", and Dave and I got my mom some peanut brittle and my step-dad starbucks coffee. Yeah, we're great gift givers. :)

Here are some photos of our day!

Waiting for your period is like waiting for pain while getting a cavity filled. You know it's coming, and it's gonna hurt. This is especially true when it's been confirmed through bloodwork that you're not pregnant and to "call on the first day of your full flow." What the hell is full flow anyway? Do I have to have stains on my pants cause the tampon hasn't caught it all? Oh...and as for tampons...what are they effing talking about on those stupid tampax commercials where the girl is swinging about in a dress...like "oh, this solid cotton thing with a string feels so good in my crotch. Right.

On the other hand, we have the infamous "maxi pad"....um, does anyone else waddle when you walk due to the bulk of pad always making it way to the back of your panties??? And those "wings" they have, not sure about anyone else, but they NEVER stay attached to the under part of my panties. Ever. I'm not sure what the physical difference in the length of my crotch from standing up to sitting down is, but it must be huge cause standing up with a pad on fits, but then after sitting, it somehow relocates itself and says "hmmm...maybe she'll bleed from her butt instead...let's go hang out there for a bit." Hello?!?!?!?! You have sticky tape on you...stay in place! How I get blood on the part of my underwear where my pubic bone is...I'll never know.

OH, and why is it that if my husband happens to walk down the hallway while I'm wiping he cringes, yet he thinks it's ok to pull down his pants, bend over and talk to me from his butt?

Seriously.

Two Week Wait

I think I'm almost more calm waiting for Ovulation day...the 2 ww is just pure torture. I had an IUI done yesterday morning at 9:45 a.m....exactly 36 hours after I took an HCG trigger to induce ovulation. My follie size on Monday was 19.5, so by Tuesday is should have been 21.5, and probably 23.5 by the time I ovulated. I'm told this is good and the ultrasound tech said it went well with the lining of my uterus. It's all very complicated but I trust my nurses as they are awesome, and now we wait. Dave had 5x the amount needed to do the procedure which he of course feels like quite the man!

I haven't posted on this blog in a while but I'll make it a point to try and do it more often...especially if I am pg after this...I'll document every day for you all!

Thanks for reading!

Jess