I wanted to record what my “cravings” have been throughout this pregnancy, mainly because if I should ever find myself in this situation again, I’d like to remember whether or not they were similar:

First Trimester:

  • NOTHING sweet, ONLY salty things sounded good, though
  • I didn’t really eat much of anything, lost 10 pounds
  • tried toast/crackers/pretzels to keep something in stomach
  • only drank lemonade or water for about 10 weeks
  • got turned onto guacamole towards the end of first trimester

*At some point during the first trimester I was also really craving vodka and cigarettes, but I think that was something besides hormones at work.*

Second trimester:

  • Ice Cream
  • Pancakes
  • Minitature caramel twix bars
  • cookies
  • bread in general
  • chocolate milk, regular milk, milk milk milk
  • still guacamole/mexican food in general
  • bananas and oranges

Third trimester:

  • watermelon
  • fruit in general
  • cereal
  • hot dogs/corndogs
  • chocolate milk (still)
  • blended root beer floats from Sonic
  • sushi rolls (only the kind with shrimp and crab, not the real raw stuff)
  • ice cream (still)- though not as often as before.

What I have to look forward to, next week:

How is a person supposed to get excited about things when she reads the following in preparation for the advancing weeks:

“You are 25 weeks pregnant, and your baby may now weigh about 1.5 pounds… At 25 weeks pregnant, you may experience hemorrhoids, increased sweating, and forgetfulness.”

None of this sounds good. Let’s not forget that I just bought myself a pair of size LARGE maternity pants. Large. As in, Large and In-Charge. Whatever.

This morning

This morning, at 5am, I woke up out of a completely crazy dream (a dream about me going back to school and getting my teaching certificate so I could become a HS Library Media Specialist and for some reason I was absolutely thrilled with this job in my dream). I thought at first that I heard someone breaking in downstairs. Of course, I hadn’t heard anything I just assumed that, my only two things of any value at all– my laptop (which needs fixed) and my outdated iPod (also needs replaced) would be stolen out of my living room because THAT’S JUST THE WAY THINGS GO SOMETIMES. Anyways, I’m laying there, expecting to hear another noise (presumably as loud as the one I didn’t really hear– that woke me up) there’s suddenly some sort of kicking fest going on in my gut. Yea, we’re not being robbed, Thumbkin decided to wake up at 5am and wanted me to join him since…well I’m sure we’ll be spending a lot of time together at that hour beginning in mid August.

So I laid there for a while and laughed to myself, and wondered just how big he’s going to get because…..

I’m only 23 weeks pregnant. The child is barely 1 pound. If his kicking is waking me up at 5am, I have a long way to go as he grows and grows and finds less and less room in there….


Well. I’ve been meaning to post for a few days but I keep forgetting. Or falling asleep. Or finding something that needs done around the house.

Today a complete stranger fell down the steps at work and attempted to bring me down with her. I stood my ground and escaped with only minor scratches on my hand from pulling it away as she tumbled down the steps, landing at the bottom in a pile of long arms and legs all jumbled. As much as I hate to admit it- I couldn’t stop thinking of how quickly I could’ve gone with her- and I was shocked with how I couldn’t really stop thinking about that…instead of worrying about here- and whether we should’ve called the squad.

She didn’t appear to have any broken limbs- and though she will probably be sore for the next day or so- I just kind of stared at her and said, “Can you move your arms and legs?”

She just laid there. “Yes, I think so,” she said.

“Okay- can you move your neck?” I asked.

Laying there and moving her head ever-so slightly, “Yea.”

Someone off around the corner- “Should we call an ambulance?”

Me: “Um, I think she’s ok.”

Girl on the floor, “Oh, it hurts right here–” pointing at her ribs.

Immediately I think, “Well there’s nothing anyone can do for you with a broken rib so get up.”

I think overall I was just surprised at how calm I was by the whole situation, but at the same time absolutely amazed by my ability to just shake-her-off as she grabbed onto me on her way down the steps. Does that make me a bad person?  I don’t know. I just didn’t even bother helping. I just thought; I can’t fall.

So weird.

Anyways I have a feeling she just wanted to leave work so she went to the hospital even though I’m fairly certain she’s just bruised up.

That’s my story for today- more later. My brain has been completely fried in the last two days.


Well, this weekend was Easter weekend.  Since I couldn’t get home my mom came down on Friday and we spent some time looking around stores up at Polaris and then made lasagna at home and I got some grocery shopping and errands run to Target and whatnot. It was nice to have mom come to my place and stay. I’m so glad we ended up getting a three bedroom apartment instead of a two- it is so much nicer to have guests- even if our extra bed isn’t that comfy and the hardwood floors hurt your feet. I love coming home to this apartment so much more than the one I’ve lived in for the last 3 years. 

I think a lot of that comfort and loving-our-new-home stems from having G there too- his stuff intertwined with mine (even though he gets all crabby about how most of his stuff ISN”T) – mostly his books and bookshelves and artwork (the art that isn’t offensive- and if I think it’s offensive then YES it’s OFFENSIVE).  It’s strange that all of the sudden he and I are having a relationship adjustment period- to living together, even though we had pretty much been living together for the last year or so. Now it’s official, on a lease and whatnot- and we’ve definitely had some grumpy periods where I wanted to scream at him or when he thought I was being ridiculous. But I think it’s ok.

When mom was in town she got me this awesome print from Pottery Barn Kids. I am actually quite jealous that the baby owns something new from Pottery Barn and he’s not even born yet- while I have been waiting my entire adult life to be able to afford something from Pottery Barn and I have yet to be able to purchase anything from there. It doesn’t appear to me that anyone NEEDS anything from Pottery Barn. They’re always extra things that aren’t necessary. But this piece of artwork is adorable- little lambs embroidered onto a canvas. They’re sleeping and it’s a peaceful piece of art. G and I are both hoping it influences the child to sleep as well.

In other news I decided I was going to make a playlist for Thumbkin, a cd or three for him from me. I had started a little list of songs and my sister (the almighty omniscient music-finder)  has helped by providing me with two cds from which I’ll also be pulling songs that I never would’ve remembered I liked. The cd mixes she makes are awesome and the two she just sent me in the mail are the perfect new spring selection of indie music I’d like to introduce Thumbkin to, now that his little ears can likely hear what’s going on out here in world.

This week is another doozy though work-wise. I have a presentation again (SO over these things) and also two days at a conference that starts at 8:30 each day. I was almost pressured into another outside-of-work-hours-event but I’m not doing it. I’ll use pregnancy and lack of sleep as my excuse I don’t care.

Because I didn’t sleep well last night at all and I’m wondering if this is the start of something that will continue on and/or get worse.

I woke up choking and not being able to breathe because apparently whatever I ate for dinner didn’t want to stay in my stomach last night. Not gross flu puking type of thing but more like, I need gravity’s help to keep my food down sort of thing. After I took a Pepcid and propped myself UP to go back to sleep, I then had to get up two more times to pee because the bugger has rested himself on my bladder.  And it is a long cold hallway to waddle down at 3am and 4:30am in underpants and a tanktop. Thankfully the hallway isn’t a wide one so I can hold the walls as I waddle side to side all the way to the bathroom.

So that’s what’s going on here. Oh, that and today I’m on a sugar binge that I’ve never experienced before. There are homemade cookies, cakes and pie here at work and I’ve decided to just pop a prenatal vitamin and have at it. I’m going to snack-all-day instead of eating big meals and see if that helps with the whole keeping-food-in-my-stomach thing.  We’ll see!

21 weeks. Over the hump.

hello toes- disturbing.
hello toes- disturbing.

They’re not very good- but here are some pics of me at 21 weeks. There is a baby in there- one with a ginormous head. Yesterday (when I took these pictures) I must have looks particularly plump because a complete stranger asked me if I was pregnant, and then followed it up with a bunch of other questions that I thought were pretty personal. I guess there’s no hiding it now?

21 weeks
21 weeks

This is going to be disappointing

Well, I know I promised pictures of my belly at 20 weeks, but I’ve seriously misplaced my camera. I am in the process of packing my apartment up and somehow I have lost my camera in the fray. So no belly pics until I find it, sorry. I even look kind of cute today.

Also- we found out….IT’S A BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE is a boy. No questions. I was going to scan in a picture from the ultrasound and show you the goods that determined my man’s boy-ness, but alas, our scanner at work doesn’t properly scan ultrasound photos. I just spent 15 minutes trying to scan in a picture of my unborn child’s penis and can’t get it to show up electronically. But trust me- there is NO MISTAKE it is a boy. It was the first thing we saw: “man junk”.  Other things we saw were: a ginormous (measuring in teh 96.66 percentile) skull with a super smart working brain inside it, a beautiful heart with all chambers pumping away, a pretty liver and set of lungs that have yet to be tarnished by pollutants and alcohol. It was refreshing to see those things inside of me. Plus he has adorable little feet and hands. Oh and his lips and nose are so pretty. I know it’s difficult to imagine seeing all of this on a grainy ultrasound but trust me, he’s awesome.  The only thing I don’t like seeing is the spine and rib bones. They’re so tiny that he kind of looks like a fish and I don’t like the idea of having bones growing inside of me it’s weird. I’m REALLY glad he has them and all, I’d just prefer not to see them.

How do we feel about this boy news?! Excited! We have a kazillion boy names that we both like.  Almost everyone we know has boys so we’re also going to be getting enough hand me downs that I may never have to purchase clothing for the boy.

And it’s funny, all of the sudden G has noticed I am pregnant. Every so often he will point at my belly or smile at it now. I think that dragging him to the doctor allows him to see that I”m not just gaining ice-cream weight, but I’m actually growing a real person. It is his SON who is responsible for my pimply face and growing midsection. 🙂

So the doc said things were a-OK and wonderful. The only thing is we may have to go in for another ultrasound down the road to make sure the placenta is in the right spot. Right now he said it’s kind of low-lying, and if it doesn’t move we might have to do a c-section. This is scary, yes- but the thought of a c-section doesn’t terrify me in the same way that pushing a 8-10 pound baby through my vagina terrifies me. (My family makes big babies.)  All in all it just means I’ll get an extra glimpse of the bugger before he comes out which is FINE by me. 🙂

The first thing the boy got from his mom was a Tressel vest onesie and a hilarious book entitled Cowboy and Octopus. It was a fantastic weekend.