I made my first pregnancy-clothes related purchase last night.
I bought two new bras. I had to be offsite for work yesterday and absolutely could not stand my bra anymore by the end of the day. Lately my bras have sort of been sitting on top of boobs and not really supporting them. There is only so much pushing you can do to fit your entire boob into a too-small bra. JWOWW be damned.
My mother told me that i would likely have to buy new bras a couple of times throughout this process. YIKES. Thank goodness they were buy one get one half off!
Can I just say that large bras are totally ugly. Now, I am sitting here more comfortable than I have been in weeks, but seriously. The sight of me in my bra is more going to scare my husband than turn him on. They attempted to sexy it up by putting some lace on the band and a little jewel in between the boobs but still. It is going to take a lot more than lace and a little jewel to detract from the inch wide straps and 3-hook enclosure of this beast. I definitely chose comfort over fashion in this instance. Sigh. What a "mom" thing to do.
P.S. What is the term "over the shoulder boulder holder" from? My first thought was a Judy Blume book, my next thought was an episode of Roseanne, but I really think it might be from the Otto Titsling song from Beaches. ha ha ha
Friday, January 29, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Cranberry Juice
I do not understand why doctor's offices let you see test results before you can meet with your doctor to interpret them for you. Or, why don't they interpret them on the test result?!
I got my urine test results back via my doctor's online interface system. I'm not entirely sure what they mean, but using the (not-so-helpful) test result interpreter tool, I think I have a UTI. I'm sure this isn't a huge deal - from what I have read, this is fairly common in pregnancy and they give you a 10 day supply of antibiotics to clear it up. I've never had a UTI before and from what I know about them, they are painful. I am not in any pain. I do not have any of the symptoms. And i'm not sure I'm interpreting the test right. UGH!
I guess I have to wait a week until my doctor appt to find out. Until then, I will be chugging the cranberry juice.
10 MINUTES LATER UPDATE
Ok, so I called the doctor office to speak with a nurse. Turns out I totally don't know how to read a urine test result. Everything is fine! She did say that if I did ever get a UTI, they usually will order treatment for them right away so with the test result, I would have gotten a phone call and a prescription. Good to know!
Now I feel like a spaz.
I got my urine test results back via my doctor's online interface system. I'm not entirely sure what they mean, but using the (not-so-helpful) test result interpreter tool, I think I have a UTI. I'm sure this isn't a huge deal - from what I have read, this is fairly common in pregnancy and they give you a 10 day supply of antibiotics to clear it up. I've never had a UTI before and from what I know about them, they are painful. I am not in any pain. I do not have any of the symptoms. And i'm not sure I'm interpreting the test right. UGH!
I guess I have to wait a week until my doctor appt to find out. Until then, I will be chugging the cranberry juice.
10 MINUTES LATER UPDATE
Ok, so I called the doctor office to speak with a nurse. Turns out I totally don't know how to read a urine test result. Everything is fine! She did say that if I did ever get a UTI, they usually will order treatment for them right away so with the test result, I would have gotten a phone call and a prescription. Good to know!
Now I feel like a spaz.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
The Boss (And No, For Once I do NOT mean Bruce Springsteen)
The baby is officially a fetus! Weird. I think the fetus likes running a bit more than the embryo as I was able to run at a 9:13 pace last night for 10 minutes. I started at 10:00 pace for 10 minutes, followed by 9:30 pace for 10 and ended at 9:13. It reminded me of marathon training and those long slow runs. I'll spare you the metaphor of marathon training and pregnancy or marathon training and parenthood.
So after my whole diatribe yesterday about when to tell, when to tell, I ended up telling my boss yesterday. We have weekly meetings where I keep her updated on what I am all working on. We ended up talking about a grant proposal and talking about planning for July and August (due date month) so I thought it was a good time to spill the beans. I said, "{Boss's name}, I have to tell you something". She responded with "Oh no. You're leaving aren't you.". I started laughing. I said, I'm not leaving, but I am pregnant.
Now my boss is a pretty even keeled woman. I love her for this. I can be totally overwhelmed with work and go into her office and leave feeling completely calm five minutes later. Office therapy - she should charge for it. People, she was downright GIDDY when I told her. Which in turn, made me giddy. AHHH! Once we calmed down, I told her that I really wasn't planning on telling the rest of the office or our director or co-director, and that I wasn't really sure how I was suppossed to go about telling the director and co-director. She said that she would set up a meeting for the four of us to discuss projects anyway and that I could tell them then. She told me to be prepared that they would ask me what I planned on doing re: work once the baby came. (Oh the $50,000 question). I told her that I didn't know my plan, but that I definitely planned on coming back to work in some capacity. She reassured me that whatever I decided would be fine and if after the baby came I really decided not to come back at all, she said that if I did want to come back even a year or two later, something would probably be here for me. I felt really good after our conversation and really supportive. During the past 2 1/2 years of working here, I knew that the office was really family friendly - almost to a point where it irked me from time to time. But I always told myself that someday I would reap these benefits too. Looks like that someday is drawing near!
So after my whole diatribe yesterday about when to tell, when to tell, I ended up telling my boss yesterday. We have weekly meetings where I keep her updated on what I am all working on. We ended up talking about a grant proposal and talking about planning for July and August (due date month) so I thought it was a good time to spill the beans. I said, "{Boss's name}, I have to tell you something". She responded with "Oh no. You're leaving aren't you.". I started laughing. I said, I'm not leaving, but I am pregnant.
Now my boss is a pretty even keeled woman. I love her for this. I can be totally overwhelmed with work and go into her office and leave feeling completely calm five minutes later. Office therapy - she should charge for it. People, she was downright GIDDY when I told her. Which in turn, made me giddy. AHHH! Once we calmed down, I told her that I really wasn't planning on telling the rest of the office or our director or co-director, and that I wasn't really sure how I was suppossed to go about telling the director and co-director. She said that she would set up a meeting for the four of us to discuss projects anyway and that I could tell them then. She told me to be prepared that they would ask me what I planned on doing re: work once the baby came. (Oh the $50,000 question). I told her that I didn't know my plan, but that I definitely planned on coming back to work in some capacity. She reassured me that whatever I decided would be fine and if after the baby came I really decided not to come back at all, she said that if I did want to come back even a year or two later, something would probably be here for me. I felt really good after our conversation and really supportive. During the past 2 1/2 years of working here, I knew that the office was really family friendly - almost to a point where it irked me from time to time. But I always told myself that someday I would reap these benefits too. Looks like that someday is drawing near!
Monday, January 25, 2010
The Ubiquitous Early Pregnancy Dilemma: When to Tell, When to Tell
Thus far we have not told many people. We are trying to stick to the traditional first trimester rule. I read somewhere that your risk for miscarriage goes drastically down once you hear a heartbeat and am hoping that we get to do that at our appointment on 2/4. Otherwise, we have to wait until our 2/17 ultrasound. Generally, our family members are the only ones in the know, however some non-family people do know.
This past weekend, I told two of my closest friends about the pregnancy during a girls night we had. I had wanted to tell them sooner, but I knew I was going to see them and made the decision that telling people in person is more fun so I waited. Their reactions were just what I was hoping for! Squeals and hugs all around. Since none of the three other women have been pregnant before, there was a lot of talk. Part of the discussion is how difficult it would be to "hide" your pregnancy for the beginning. It is really difficult, and leaks of information do and have occurred. The one thing I am most concerned about is having people that I am not that close to (i.e. mrs. smith's neighbor's friend's daughter) know in the event that something happened. Thus, the people that know have been sworn to secrecy.
One tell-tale sign is that the preggo woman does not drink. In certain social situations, this can be a dead giveaway. I cut back on my alcohol intake while we were trying and really am not in too many social situations where it would be odd if I did not drink anymore. That's not to say that my passing on a cocktail or two hasn't raised a few eyebrows in the past couple of months :) I told my sister that I gave up drinking for advent. I don't think she bought it!
Only one of my colleagues knows about the pregnancy and she is not located in our main office, so I knew it wouldn't be as difficult to tell her nor would it be as difficult for her to know. Again, I told her early because she was in our office and took advantage of the face-to-face time to spill the beans. I'm not really sure when I will spill the beans at work yet. Luckily, I have been able to get through the days without vomiting or being too sick that I raise suspicion. The week after we got back from vacation was my worst week and I was able to shrug off inquiries saying that I was still sick from that. Of anyone, I think my colleagues will be the most surprised/least expectant of the news.
One other very helpful thing is that all of my clothes still fit and I don't have too many physical signs other than the aforementioned chest development. Luckily winter clothes are a little bulkier so that area has been pretty easy to conceal as well.
And so begins Week 9/Month 3! I have been feeling pretty good lately. The nausea/bad taste in my mouth hasn't gone completely away, but it is substantially better. Prior to my crazy weekend, I was getting a ton of sleep. It was like a switch went off and all of a sudden I needed to go to bed at 8 PM and I feel right back asleep even after I got up four times/night to pee. I still am averse to chicken but have added two new cravings to my list:
1) spinach tortilla slathered in hummus with mushroom, spinach, tomatoes, cucumbers and provolone cheese
and
2) trail mix consisting of raisins, craisins, dry roasted peanuts and mini chocolate chips
Ok, so back to the girls night. We also talked about how women seem to have a tendency to be strict during their first pregnancy and by the 2nd, 3rd, 4th child, anything goes. I can see this, although I haven't adhered 100% to all the exclusions and think that each woman has to make those decisions for herself. I haven't had any alcohol since being pregnant and frankly the thought of alcohol makes me a little nauseous right now. I also haven't had any deli meat because I don't eat that much deli meat and I HAVE gotten sick from deli meat before and it was awful (hello RSPH "prom" circa 2003). I HAVE had an over easy egg. I love over easy eggs and love eggs benedict and could not pass it up. I have made cookies and ate some of the batter only to realize that duh! it has raw eggs in it. These things have not caused me to lose sleep. Now before you go thinking I am this laid-back mama, I DID freak out over our electric blanket over the weekend. I got this book from the library and read the week 9 chapter which pointed out that electric blankets may not be safe. AHHH! I use that thing every night. I freaked out and my husband packed up the electric blanket and put it in the closet. When I came back down to Planet Earth, I realized that everything is probably fine (the book was an older edition) but I still did not allow the blanket to be put on the bed. Ahh...first time pregnancies :) Now - off to research electric blankets, ha ha ha...ha.
This past weekend, I told two of my closest friends about the pregnancy during a girls night we had. I had wanted to tell them sooner, but I knew I was going to see them and made the decision that telling people in person is more fun so I waited. Their reactions were just what I was hoping for! Squeals and hugs all around. Since none of the three other women have been pregnant before, there was a lot of talk. Part of the discussion is how difficult it would be to "hide" your pregnancy for the beginning. It is really difficult, and leaks of information do and have occurred. The one thing I am most concerned about is having people that I am not that close to (i.e. mrs. smith's neighbor's friend's daughter) know in the event that something happened. Thus, the people that know have been sworn to secrecy.
One tell-tale sign is that the preggo woman does not drink. In certain social situations, this can be a dead giveaway. I cut back on my alcohol intake while we were trying and really am not in too many social situations where it would be odd if I did not drink anymore. That's not to say that my passing on a cocktail or two hasn't raised a few eyebrows in the past couple of months :) I told my sister that I gave up drinking for advent. I don't think she bought it!
Only one of my colleagues knows about the pregnancy and she is not located in our main office, so I knew it wouldn't be as difficult to tell her nor would it be as difficult for her to know. Again, I told her early because she was in our office and took advantage of the face-to-face time to spill the beans. I'm not really sure when I will spill the beans at work yet. Luckily, I have been able to get through the days without vomiting or being too sick that I raise suspicion. The week after we got back from vacation was my worst week and I was able to shrug off inquiries saying that I was still sick from that. Of anyone, I think my colleagues will be the most surprised/least expectant of the news.
One other very helpful thing is that all of my clothes still fit and I don't have too many physical signs other than the aforementioned chest development. Luckily winter clothes are a little bulkier so that area has been pretty easy to conceal as well.
And so begins Week 9/Month 3! I have been feeling pretty good lately. The nausea/bad taste in my mouth hasn't gone completely away, but it is substantially better. Prior to my crazy weekend, I was getting a ton of sleep. It was like a switch went off and all of a sudden I needed to go to bed at 8 PM and I feel right back asleep even after I got up four times/night to pee. I still am averse to chicken but have added two new cravings to my list:
1) spinach tortilla slathered in hummus with mushroom, spinach, tomatoes, cucumbers and provolone cheese
and
2) trail mix consisting of raisins, craisins, dry roasted peanuts and mini chocolate chips
Ok, so back to the girls night. We also talked about how women seem to have a tendency to be strict during their first pregnancy and by the 2nd, 3rd, 4th child, anything goes. I can see this, although I haven't adhered 100% to all the exclusions and think that each woman has to make those decisions for herself. I haven't had any alcohol since being pregnant and frankly the thought of alcohol makes me a little nauseous right now. I also haven't had any deli meat because I don't eat that much deli meat and I HAVE gotten sick from deli meat before and it was awful (hello RSPH "prom" circa 2003). I HAVE had an over easy egg. I love over easy eggs and love eggs benedict and could not pass it up. I have made cookies and ate some of the batter only to realize that duh! it has raw eggs in it. These things have not caused me to lose sleep. Now before you go thinking I am this laid-back mama, I DID freak out over our electric blanket over the weekend. I got this book from the library and read the week 9 chapter which pointed out that electric blankets may not be safe. AHHH! I use that thing every night. I freaked out and my husband packed up the electric blanket and put it in the closet. When I came back down to Planet Earth, I realized that everything is probably fine (the book was an older edition) but I still did not allow the blanket to be put on the bed. Ahh...first time pregnancies :) Now - off to research electric blankets, ha ha ha...ha.
Friday, January 22, 2010
JWOWW
Last night I had a revelation.
I could totally pass for JWOWW from Jersey Shore with my current bosom.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
First Appointment!
Today we had our first appointment. The way our clinic does it is that you have an extensive visit with a nurse to go over health history, current medications, current health habits, nutrition, exercise, etc for the first visit and then you see the doctor at 10 weeks. My husband and I both went and thought the nurse was very thorough. I thought the appointment was really overwhelming though too. I didn't expect to have to decide about a variety of genetic tests at this appointment (I guess I thought the doctor would do that) and I also didn't expect to get asked who the pediatrician would be, or if I am going to breastfeed and then be given pumping tips. I also did not want to see the cervical dilation chart. WOW.
When we go to the nutrition part, my husband let my infatuation with cheese slip. "Well, be careful because that can make constipation worse". Literally 5 minutes later, she was telling me to eat cheese for a mid-morning snack. She also shared a recipe for chicken with a can of pace salsa dumped over the top. I bit my lip and did not tell her how revolting chicken has been sounding to me!
Another part of the visit that I found amusing was the emphasis on only gaining 20-25lbs. I realize that you may not know what my body type is, but I am tall and thin. I run so my body fat % is in the "low" range. In other words, I'm not really in danger of having a weight problem. The nurse mentioned that the doctors are asking her to stress that 20-25 pounds is the maximum weight gain because of the overweight/obesity epidemic. Ok, I get this. But really? Is this something that I really need to be concerned about? Geez.
As I mentioned before, there was a lot of information given about the post-natal period. I found this to be a little TMI given that I am at 8 weeks pregnant. After an hour and a half of talking and pointing out directions to the birth center and when we can tour the birth center, etc, my husband asked when the nurse felt that we could announce the pregnancy. I don't want to speak (er..type) for him, but I think he was thinking, "Wow, we're in the clear. She's already talking about breastfeeding! We must not really have to wait until the first timester is over to start talking to people". Her response: "Oh, I would definitely wait until after your first trimester screen (at 13 weeks)." Sigh.
After the consult, I had to go submit a urine sample and do the requisite blood work. Rh factor, cystic fibrosis screen, and about 8 other tubes that I didn't know what they were for. I do not have the greatest track record with giving blood. In fact, 9 times out of 10 I will totally pass out. I warned the phlebotomist about this and she sort of shrugged and tied my arm. Then she started pulling out numerous tubes in various sizes. As she was filling them, I felt really bad. The next thing I remember is waking up in a lounge chair with an ice pack on my neck. Yep - passed out again. The occupational health nurse was called and felt for my pulse. "Are you a runner?" he asked. "Yes". "That is what I assumed b/c your pulse is 50 and you look like a runner". The phlebotomist announced, "She is also pregnant". Ooooh. The double whammy. He did say that I should tell phlebotomists that I don't do well with blood draws so they can have me lie down. Um, hello?! Didn't I do just that?! A glass of apple juice later and I was good to go. Thankfully I passed out near the END of the collection and she was able to finish. I vaguely remember asking her what all the blood was for, but I can't recall the answer right now. She did tell me that the first time is usually the worst in terms of blood draws provided there are no pregnancy-related complications. I'm totally banking on this!
For anyone that has passed out before, you know how gross you feel for the rest of the day. Compound that with pregnancy-related nausea, and again, Double Whammy.
I keep repeating the nurses line in my head, "Nausea is usually a sign that everything with the pregnancy is going well!". Another bonus of my clinic: free issues of Fit Pregnancy!
When we go to the nutrition part, my husband let my infatuation with cheese slip. "Well, be careful because that can make constipation worse". Literally 5 minutes later, she was telling me to eat cheese for a mid-morning snack. She also shared a recipe for chicken with a can of pace salsa dumped over the top. I bit my lip and did not tell her how revolting chicken has been sounding to me!
Another part of the visit that I found amusing was the emphasis on only gaining 20-25lbs. I realize that you may not know what my body type is, but I am tall and thin. I run so my body fat % is in the "low" range. In other words, I'm not really in danger of having a weight problem. The nurse mentioned that the doctors are asking her to stress that 20-25 pounds is the maximum weight gain because of the overweight/obesity epidemic. Ok, I get this. But really? Is this something that I really need to be concerned about? Geez.
As I mentioned before, there was a lot of information given about the post-natal period. I found this to be a little TMI given that I am at 8 weeks pregnant. After an hour and a half of talking and pointing out directions to the birth center and when we can tour the birth center, etc, my husband asked when the nurse felt that we could announce the pregnancy. I don't want to speak (er..type) for him, but I think he was thinking, "Wow, we're in the clear. She's already talking about breastfeeding! We must not really have to wait until the first timester is over to start talking to people". Her response: "Oh, I would definitely wait until after your first trimester screen (at 13 weeks)." Sigh.
After the consult, I had to go submit a urine sample and do the requisite blood work. Rh factor, cystic fibrosis screen, and about 8 other tubes that I didn't know what they were for. I do not have the greatest track record with giving blood. In fact, 9 times out of 10 I will totally pass out. I warned the phlebotomist about this and she sort of shrugged and tied my arm. Then she started pulling out numerous tubes in various sizes. As she was filling them, I felt really bad. The next thing I remember is waking up in a lounge chair with an ice pack on my neck. Yep - passed out again. The occupational health nurse was called and felt for my pulse. "Are you a runner?" he asked. "Yes". "That is what I assumed b/c your pulse is 50 and you look like a runner". The phlebotomist announced, "She is also pregnant". Ooooh. The double whammy. He did say that I should tell phlebotomists that I don't do well with blood draws so they can have me lie down. Um, hello?! Didn't I do just that?! A glass of apple juice later and I was good to go. Thankfully I passed out near the END of the collection and she was able to finish. I vaguely remember asking her what all the blood was for, but I can't recall the answer right now. She did tell me that the first time is usually the worst in terms of blood draws provided there are no pregnancy-related complications. I'm totally banking on this!
For anyone that has passed out before, you know how gross you feel for the rest of the day. Compound that with pregnancy-related nausea, and again, Double Whammy.
I keep repeating the nurses line in my head, "Nausea is usually a sign that everything with the pregnancy is going well!". Another bonus of my clinic: free issues of Fit Pregnancy!
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Say "Cheese"!
After re-reading all of my posts, I realized that I am sounding rather whiny. This is actually part of the reason I started this blog - so that I could whine in private and not have to whine constantly to my husband. While not too many people know about the pregnancy yet, I don't want to inundate those that do know with my whining. I actually think i am a pretty positive person generally!
So on a positive note, I am very very excited to actually go to the nurse tomorrow! I called my doctor's office two days after the positive pee sticks and exclaimed, "I'm Pregnant! When can I come in?". What I found out is that my doctor doesn't see patients until 10 weeks. You mean I have to wait a whole five weeks?!? Then she said, we do schedule a one-hour visit with the nurse to get all of your bloodwork done. So that visit is up for tomorrow. I think it is kind of crazy that they make you wait so long give the importance of prenatal care. I mean not every newly pregnant woman reads pregnancy websites all day long, right?!
I think that will also help me to feel that the pregnancy is more real. I keep taking those pregnancy week by week pictures looking for the most minute change but I got nuthin' so far. Bigger melons are about it.
My nausea has been pretty good for the past couple of days, which I am also excited aobut! I think the food aversions/cravings are really interesting. I can go from really craving something to absolutely wanting to vomit at the sound of it pretty quickly. This has made our usual way of grocery shopping and making food a little difficult, as we usually plan our meals in advance and then go shopping for those ingredients. One way that has sort of worked is that if I don't have to do much of the cooking, I can usually suck it up. This is a little challenging because I love to cook. But darling husband is doing a great job. One of my most noticeable cravings is CHEESE. During the peak of my nausea in Week 7, my husband made me the most perfect grilled cheese sandwich. I downed it and asked for another, but we had ran out of cheese. He offered to go to the store, but I said no worries. A couple of days later, he was making bacon, egg & cheese english muffin sandwiches for breakfast and went to go buy cheese. He came home with two enormous bricks of cheese. "It seems as though you have been craving cheese lately". Is it bad that 5 days later one of those bricks is almost gone? I came home from work the other day and could not cut the cheese (no pun intended) fast enough to shovel into my mouth. I also just polished off half a container of cottage cheese in about 1 minute.
MMMM. Cheese.
As for aversions...chicken is totally grossing me out. As is seafood. Both of these things I never have issues with. For a brief period of time, avocados (one of my all-time favorites) were also grossing me out. Thankfully that is over with. I'm sort of afraid that one of these aversions will stick with me post pregnancy!
Other cravings - regular lays potato chips (usually not a potato chip fan), red velvet cupcakes, a Qdoba vegetarian burrito and McDonalds cheeseburgers. I have not given into the cheeseburger one yet, but I sense that I will cave soon.
So on a positive note, I am very very excited to actually go to the nurse tomorrow! I called my doctor's office two days after the positive pee sticks and exclaimed, "I'm Pregnant! When can I come in?". What I found out is that my doctor doesn't see patients until 10 weeks. You mean I have to wait a whole five weeks?!? Then she said, we do schedule a one-hour visit with the nurse to get all of your bloodwork done. So that visit is up for tomorrow. I think it is kind of crazy that they make you wait so long give the importance of prenatal care. I mean not every newly pregnant woman reads pregnancy websites all day long, right?!
I think that will also help me to feel that the pregnancy is more real. I keep taking those pregnancy week by week pictures looking for the most minute change but I got nuthin' so far. Bigger melons are about it.
My nausea has been pretty good for the past couple of days, which I am also excited aobut! I think the food aversions/cravings are really interesting. I can go from really craving something to absolutely wanting to vomit at the sound of it pretty quickly. This has made our usual way of grocery shopping and making food a little difficult, as we usually plan our meals in advance and then go shopping for those ingredients. One way that has sort of worked is that if I don't have to do much of the cooking, I can usually suck it up. This is a little challenging because I love to cook. But darling husband is doing a great job. One of my most noticeable cravings is CHEESE. During the peak of my nausea in Week 7, my husband made me the most perfect grilled cheese sandwich. I downed it and asked for another, but we had ran out of cheese. He offered to go to the store, but I said no worries. A couple of days later, he was making bacon, egg & cheese english muffin sandwiches for breakfast and went to go buy cheese. He came home with two enormous bricks of cheese. "It seems as though you have been craving cheese lately". Is it bad that 5 days later one of those bricks is almost gone? I came home from work the other day and could not cut the cheese (no pun intended) fast enough to shovel into my mouth. I also just polished off half a container of cottage cheese in about 1 minute.
MMMM. Cheese.
As for aversions...chicken is totally grossing me out. As is seafood. Both of these things I never have issues with. For a brief period of time, avocados (one of my all-time favorites) were also grossing me out. Thankfully that is over with. I'm sort of afraid that one of these aversions will stick with me post pregnancy!
Other cravings - regular lays potato chips (usually not a potato chip fan), red velvet cupcakes, a Qdoba vegetarian burrito and McDonalds cheeseburgers. I have not given into the cheeseburger one yet, but I sense that I will cave soon.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Baby We Were Born to Run
The title of this blog comes from a lyric/title of a Bruce Springsteen song. One of my only pre-pregnancy ideals was that I was going to continue running throughout my pregnancy just like Paula Radcliffe. This was put into my mind when I read a Vogue article showing a picture of Ms. Radcliffe totally preggo running on a treadmill. I believe it was four months post pregnancy that she ended up winning the NYC Marathon. I am not delusional enough to think that I would be running at THAT level, but until then, I had no idea that exercise was even ok for pregnant women to be doing.
Then my friend AH got pregnant with her first baby and wrote about reading Exercising Through Your Pregnancy. I had just read the Vogue article and decided to read this book. I was totally curious about it, even though I was not even planning on getting pregnant at that point! The book is divided into two parts - the first part explaining research done with exercising pregnant women and the second part about formulating your exercise plan while pregnant. I only read the first part because that was over two years ago and I didn't see the need for reading the second part.
Then my doctor told me that it was completely ok to keep running as long as I didn't run more than I was running pre-pregnancy. Sweet! I didn't want to win any races or train for any marathon. I just wanted to get out on the road for a few miles each day.
So I found out I was pregnant and went for a run. As I mentioned, I had a good week and a half where I had no symptoms and was feeling AWESOME. I was still running my 8minute miles and feeling good.
Then Week 6 came. Now I am no longer running those 8 minute miles.
I basically have been running three times a week. "Running" is defined as doing a 2.3 mile loop through my neighborhood at the pace of a snail with no timer. (I am pretty competitive so I decided that the watch was not my friend). Or on cold days, "Running" has meant run/walking at the pace of a turtle for 30 minutes on the treadmill. Which is basically equivalent to 2.5 miles.
I am grateful that I haven't been THAT sick that I haven't been able to exercise, but I am definitely not exercising at a level that I am used to, nor do I really feel like exercising. I do it because of the books and websites that say it helps with sleeping and that it is good for you, the pregnant woman. I also am very careful not to push it near any limit and I don't run on days when the dizziness/lightheadedness is bad. And to be honest, I actually feel really out of shape. I get out of breath really fast and it really is a workout to do the aforementioned workouts.
I thought, "Hey, the Wii Fit would be a good exercise regimen". But I forgot that the damn Wii Fit weighs you and makes snarky comments. "Hello ---. Your last workout was 154 days ago. You have gained 4.6 lbs - oops! missed your goal." I have thought about writing Nintendo a letter asking them to put a "pregnancy" setting on the Wii Fit that would basically get rid of those snarky comments.
I can still do a plank for 60 seconds though. In fact, my pregnancy Wii Fit scores have been much better than my pre-pregnancy Wii Fit scores. I may now run a 12:00 mile, but damn i can rock the lunges.
So that's my deal with exercise 8 weeks in. I would imagine that my run/walks will become more walk than run eventually. I do not plan on getting one of those belly belts for pregnant runners. But, I take it a day at a time so maybe I will run longer than I expect to. We will have to wait and see!
Then my friend AH got pregnant with her first baby and wrote about reading Exercising Through Your Pregnancy. I had just read the Vogue article and decided to read this book. I was totally curious about it, even though I was not even planning on getting pregnant at that point! The book is divided into two parts - the first part explaining research done with exercising pregnant women and the second part about formulating your exercise plan while pregnant. I only read the first part because that was over two years ago and I didn't see the need for reading the second part.
Then my doctor told me that it was completely ok to keep running as long as I didn't run more than I was running pre-pregnancy. Sweet! I didn't want to win any races or train for any marathon. I just wanted to get out on the road for a few miles each day.
So I found out I was pregnant and went for a run. As I mentioned, I had a good week and a half where I had no symptoms and was feeling AWESOME. I was still running my 8minute miles and feeling good.
Then Week 6 came. Now I am no longer running those 8 minute miles.
I basically have been running three times a week. "Running" is defined as doing a 2.3 mile loop through my neighborhood at the pace of a snail with no timer. (I am pretty competitive so I decided that the watch was not my friend). Or on cold days, "Running" has meant run/walking at the pace of a turtle for 30 minutes on the treadmill. Which is basically equivalent to 2.5 miles.
I am grateful that I haven't been THAT sick that I haven't been able to exercise, but I am definitely not exercising at a level that I am used to, nor do I really feel like exercising. I do it because of the books and websites that say it helps with sleeping and that it is good for you, the pregnant woman. I also am very careful not to push it near any limit and I don't run on days when the dizziness/lightheadedness is bad. And to be honest, I actually feel really out of shape. I get out of breath really fast and it really is a workout to do the aforementioned workouts.
I thought, "Hey, the Wii Fit would be a good exercise regimen". But I forgot that the damn Wii Fit weighs you and makes snarky comments. "Hello ---. Your last workout was 154 days ago. You have gained 4.6 lbs - oops! missed your goal." I have thought about writing Nintendo a letter asking them to put a "pregnancy" setting on the Wii Fit that would basically get rid of those snarky comments.
I can still do a plank for 60 seconds though. In fact, my pregnancy Wii Fit scores have been much better than my pre-pregnancy Wii Fit scores. I may now run a 12:00 mile, but damn i can rock the lunges.
So that's my deal with exercise 8 weeks in. I would imagine that my run/walks will become more walk than run eventually. I do not plan on getting one of those belly belts for pregnant runners. But, I take it a day at a time so maybe I will run longer than I expect to. We will have to wait and see!
Monday, January 18, 2010
Insomnia is the devil
Obviously, things with pregnancy, childbirth and raising kids are not textbook. In my own personal example, every book, website, magazine, etc that I have read mentions, "You will have an immense desire to sleep all the time. Try to fit in naps when you can."
What they have not said, "You will have an immense desire to sleep all the time but you WILL not sleep. Insomnia WILL strike....MWAH-AH-AH".
I am (Correction: WAS) a sleep champion. I get at least 9 hours of sleep every night and have never had difficulty sleeping. I could sleep anytime, anywhere. I am not delusional enough to think that this would remain the same once this kid actually comes out, but I didn't think being pregnant...make that 7 weeks and 6 days pregnant...would make me lose sleep. I thought that was a third trimester "symptom".
Here is my typical night. I go to bed at 10 PM. Somewhere in the hour of 3-4 AM I have to get up and pee. I will struggle to sleep from that time until about 6 AM. My alarm will go off at 7 AM. My 9 hours has been reduced to 5 or 6. UGH. I cannot get comfortable. I have also read that you should try to start sleeping on your left side. PSHAW. I will start on my left side, roll to my stomach, roll on my back, try arranging my legs differently and then roll on my right. At some point I realize that this will be physically impossible, but for now, I am doing the sleep dance. Does this count as exercise?
On the good side, I have caught up with all the back issues of The New Yorker.
What they have not said, "You will have an immense desire to sleep all the time but you WILL not sleep. Insomnia WILL strike....MWAH-AH-AH".
I am (Correction: WAS) a sleep champion. I get at least 9 hours of sleep every night and have never had difficulty sleeping. I could sleep anytime, anywhere. I am not delusional enough to think that this would remain the same once this kid actually comes out, but I didn't think being pregnant...make that 7 weeks and 6 days pregnant...would make me lose sleep. I thought that was a third trimester "symptom".
Here is my typical night. I go to bed at 10 PM. Somewhere in the hour of 3-4 AM I have to get up and pee. I will struggle to sleep from that time until about 6 AM. My alarm will go off at 7 AM. My 9 hours has been reduced to 5 or 6. UGH. I cannot get comfortable. I have also read that you should try to start sleeping on your left side. PSHAW. I will start on my left side, roll to my stomach, roll on my back, try arranging my legs differently and then roll on my right. At some point I realize that this will be physically impossible, but for now, I am doing the sleep dance. Does this count as exercise?
On the good side, I have caught up with all the back issues of The New Yorker.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Dizzy Up the Girl
Scarlett Ohara: Rhett, don't! I shall faint!
Rhett Butler: I want you to faint. This is what you were meant for. None of the fools you've ever know have kissed you like this, have they? Your Charles, or your Frank, or your stupid Ashley!
Oh man, I love Gone With the Wind. How romantic does fainting sound in the above?!
Basically feeling dizzy and lightheaded is the name of the game lately, without the romantic overtones. I actually did pass out while on vacation the week before last and was told that the chances of passing out during pregnancy are higher than non-pregnant, particularly if you have low blood pressure (check!) and are a "fainter" (again, check!). So I sort of walk around in this haze day after day. Eating frequently and drinking a lot of water are suppossed to help, but I can't say that they do. Luckily I have an office with a door so i can put my down jacket down and lie down frequently throughout the day.
Do you know why pregnant women have dizzy/lightheadedness spells? Apparently because your body isn't quite producing enough blood for your expanding circulatory system. CRAZY. I'm ready to inject a few pints in just to make this feeling go away.
I think I'll go lie down now.
Rhett Butler: I want you to faint. This is what you were meant for. None of the fools you've ever know have kissed you like this, have they? Your Charles, or your Frank, or your stupid Ashley!
Oh man, I love Gone With the Wind. How romantic does fainting sound in the above?!
Basically feeling dizzy and lightheaded is the name of the game lately, without the romantic overtones. I actually did pass out while on vacation the week before last and was told that the chances of passing out during pregnancy are higher than non-pregnant, particularly if you have low blood pressure (check!) and are a "fainter" (again, check!). So I sort of walk around in this haze day after day. Eating frequently and drinking a lot of water are suppossed to help, but I can't say that they do. Luckily I have an office with a door so i can put my down jacket down and lie down frequently throughout the day.
Do you know why pregnant women have dizzy/lightheadedness spells? Apparently because your body isn't quite producing enough blood for your expanding circulatory system. CRAZY. I'm ready to inject a few pints in just to make this feeling go away.
I think I'll go lie down now.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Morning Sickness? PSHAW!
I found out I was pregnant just shy of the 5 week mark. I did not have any symptoms, except that my boobs hurt a bit. I was flying high - sweet! No morning sickness for me! I'm going to be the best in shape pregnant woman ever! I can still run! I can still run FAST and I'm pregnant! (BTW, did I mention I'm a runner? Not a jogger...a runner).
Yeah.
Here I am at 7 weeks wishing I could still be saying all of the above.
I guess that's what I get for exclaiming, "I feel great" when my mom asked me how I was feeling right after she found out the news. This is also what I get for jokingly playing the "I'm pregnant" card with my husband when I didn't really need it.
I'm not sure when my nausea began because we took a cruise during my 6th week and since I was feeling great before the cruise, I thought a lot of the sick feeling was due to seasickness. Well, I've been off the boat for five days now and last night was the worst I have felt. I could not move from bed and was crying thinking, "How the hell am I gonna do this for 8 more months?" (Shortly thereafter I got it together and realized that I am not the first, nor the last, pregnant woman to walk this earth and many people have it worse than me!).
I think God must have heard me because today I actually felt pretty good and was able to get out for a run around our neighborhood after work, where the other days I crawled through the door and into my bed for a few hours of sleep.
Some things that I have found have helped:
Eating something every hour, even though I REALLY DO NOT feel like eating. If i can get the first few bites down, my stomach seems to find relief. At this rate, I will gain the 25-30 lbs in the first trimester. I actually passed out on our cruise and the doctors told me that I really have to try to eat often throughout the day to prevent it from happening again. That, and drink 8 16 oz glasses of water. I have maxed out at 48 oz so far...but am trying with the water. A woman at a training I was at for work commented, "You are going to be a really good mom because you always have snacks". Again, this woman did not know that I was pregnant - just that I had been shoveling food in my mouth every 2 hours. She probably was really thinking, "What a hog!".
I bought the Sea Bands. I kept reading about them in all of the books (more on the books later) and sort of turned my nose up at them thinking they were a hoax. Then, I was telling my boss about the cruise and feeling seasick and she casually mentioned, "Oh that feeling is the same feeling you have when you're pregnant" (NO, She does NOT know about my "condition" yet). "You should have gotten those Sea Bands - I used those during my pregnancies and they really helped." HALLELUJAH. Mental note made and filed. The hubs drove me to Walgreens and we bought them (After the aforementioned crying spell, he was ready to do voodoo witchcraft in our basement if it would help). I have not taken them off my wrists (except to shower) in the past 24 hours - have they helped? I don't know. All I can say is that I felt better today than in the past 12 days. I am lucky that it is winter so that I can wear long sleeves to hide them. We jokingly refer to them as the "sweatin' to the oldies" bands - because they basically look like those 80's type sweatbands for your wrists.
Halls Vitamin C drops. I had a somewhat sore throat last night as well so I sucked on one of these and I felt a little better. I took the bag to work with me and sucked on one continuously. I have also read that peppermint drops have helped other women.
Finally, I read somewhere that it may be helpful to take your prenatal vitamin at night, so I tried that today.
This was no scientific study or anything so I can't say "It definitely was those Sea Bands" or the combination of all of the above. All I can say is that I did the above three things today and did not do them in the previous 12 days and I felt good today. We'll see if this feeling lasts (cross your fingers).
Another thing that I have noticed is that I actually feel best in the morning and I deteriorate as the day goes on - so, like all the books say "morning sickness" is a complete misnomer.
I also feel very grateful that I have not vomited...yet. I just have the little ball of vomit in the back of the throat feeling all day long. "Livin' on the Edge" is not a fun place to be. Apparently the nausea lessens at the end of the first trimester so "I'm halfway there....OH-H I'm living on a prayer."
(You can tell how delirious I am. I just referenced both an Aerosmith and a Bon Jovi song in the last two sentences. I guess that's what you get for reading a blog that was named after a Bruce Springsteen lyric. YIKES.)
Yeah.
Here I am at 7 weeks wishing I could still be saying all of the above.
I guess that's what I get for exclaiming, "I feel great" when my mom asked me how I was feeling right after she found out the news. This is also what I get for jokingly playing the "I'm pregnant" card with my husband when I didn't really need it.
I'm not sure when my nausea began because we took a cruise during my 6th week and since I was feeling great before the cruise, I thought a lot of the sick feeling was due to seasickness. Well, I've been off the boat for five days now and last night was the worst I have felt. I could not move from bed and was crying thinking, "How the hell am I gonna do this for 8 more months?" (Shortly thereafter I got it together and realized that I am not the first, nor the last, pregnant woman to walk this earth and many people have it worse than me!).
I think God must have heard me because today I actually felt pretty good and was able to get out for a run around our neighborhood after work, where the other days I crawled through the door and into my bed for a few hours of sleep.
Some things that I have found have helped:
Eating something every hour, even though I REALLY DO NOT feel like eating. If i can get the first few bites down, my stomach seems to find relief. At this rate, I will gain the 25-30 lbs in the first trimester. I actually passed out on our cruise and the doctors told me that I really have to try to eat often throughout the day to prevent it from happening again. That, and drink 8 16 oz glasses of water. I have maxed out at 48 oz so far...but am trying with the water. A woman at a training I was at for work commented, "You are going to be a really good mom because you always have snacks". Again, this woman did not know that I was pregnant - just that I had been shoveling food in my mouth every 2 hours. She probably was really thinking, "What a hog!".
I bought the Sea Bands. I kept reading about them in all of the books (more on the books later) and sort of turned my nose up at them thinking they were a hoax. Then, I was telling my boss about the cruise and feeling seasick and she casually mentioned, "Oh that feeling is the same feeling you have when you're pregnant" (NO, She does NOT know about my "condition" yet). "You should have gotten those Sea Bands - I used those during my pregnancies and they really helped." HALLELUJAH. Mental note made and filed. The hubs drove me to Walgreens and we bought them (After the aforementioned crying spell, he was ready to do voodoo witchcraft in our basement if it would help). I have not taken them off my wrists (except to shower) in the past 24 hours - have they helped? I don't know. All I can say is that I felt better today than in the past 12 days. I am lucky that it is winter so that I can wear long sleeves to hide them. We jokingly refer to them as the "sweatin' to the oldies" bands - because they basically look like those 80's type sweatbands for your wrists.
Halls Vitamin C drops. I had a somewhat sore throat last night as well so I sucked on one of these and I felt a little better. I took the bag to work with me and sucked on one continuously. I have also read that peppermint drops have helped other women.
Finally, I read somewhere that it may be helpful to take your prenatal vitamin at night, so I tried that today.
This was no scientific study or anything so I can't say "It definitely was those Sea Bands" or the combination of all of the above. All I can say is that I did the above three things today and did not do them in the previous 12 days and I felt good today. We'll see if this feeling lasts (cross your fingers).
Another thing that I have noticed is that I actually feel best in the morning and I deteriorate as the day goes on - so, like all the books say "morning sickness" is a complete misnomer.
I also feel very grateful that I have not vomited...yet. I just have the little ball of vomit in the back of the throat feeling all day long. "Livin' on the Edge" is not a fun place to be. Apparently the nausea lessens at the end of the first trimester so "I'm halfway there....OH-H I'm living on a prayer."
(You can tell how delirious I am. I just referenced both an Aerosmith and a Bon Jovi song in the last two sentences. I guess that's what you get for reading a blog that was named after a Bruce Springsteen lyric. YIKES.)
Monday, January 11, 2010
Deciding to Take the Plunge
Wowsas.
Holy shit.
We're having a baby.
My husband and I are definitely Type-A people. Meaning that even if we loved the idea of "let's just see what happens", we aren't necessarily going to follow it.
Because I am/was so interested in how people decided to have children, and there really aren't any books about that (trust me, I know), I am starting off this adventure with our process for deciding to have children.
My husband and I both are kid people. Meaning that we are the first to grab other people's kids at get togethers and generally, kids love us. I spent many years of my life babysitting and nannying (how DO you think I paid for college and grad school?!) so I never not wanted children. We are both also the oldest sibling in our families, so we grew up with little kids. Of course when you get married, you generally have some form of premarital counseling and generally one of the questions that comes up is regarding children. Do you want them? Do you have the same expectations? yadda yadda. We got married in the fall of 2007 and our response at that time was yes, we want them just not for a good 5 years.
Let's go back a bit. I don't know if you were one of these kids, but when I was younger and thought about when i would get married and have kids, 30 was my magical age. I was going to get married in my late 20s and have a kid the year I turned 30. Don't ask me why I was putting timelines on this stuff, I just did.
Of course we had the annoying "when are you going to have kids" questions from the day of our wedding forward. We generally could put a stop to them by replying, "Not for a very long time so quit asking". That is probably the single most annoying question you can ask a newlywed couple, FYI.
So when did we seriously start to consider it? December 25, 2008. We were driving back to our house after a few family get togethers and my husband said, "I think I want to have a baby". WTF. Are you serious. That was my response. No way. I am not having a baby now.
But, that is the seed folks. That is what got me starting to think, "Am I ready for a baby? Maybe I do want a baby?, etc etc". It probably wasn't until July that I was thinking that it maybe would be time to start trying. The problem is that for every person that tells you, "Oh we got pregnant the very first time we tried" there is that couple that has been trying to have a baby for over two years. AHHHHH! This is not an ideal situation for two neurotic people! What do you mean we can't plan EXACTLY when we are going to have a baby?!
I knew for sure that I didn't want to be pregnant before my best friend's wedding in August so in my mind, I just kept saying, "We'll discuss it in September".
So September came. I scheduled and went to a pre-conception appointment with a ob/gyn that most women in my office use and rave about. (Previously, I had just been going to a general practitioner.) He gave me the go ahead and told me to make sure to take a multivitamin. I stopped my birth control pill.
October came and we decided to take the plunge. I went to Catholic School where they ingrained in your head that the very SECOND that you had unprotected sex, you would be pregnant. Nevermind those awful Seventeen magazine articles "I got pregnant and am a virgin" where the unsuspecting 16-year-old gets pregnant because she had some semen on her thigh. (People in their late 20s KNOW what I'm talking about here).
Imagine my surprise when I got my period. Not pregnant. We officially were not one of those couples that look at each other and get pregnant.
So let's now talk about pregnancy tests and my impatience. Technically, the Mayo Clinic tells you that the most accurate time to take a test is the week AFTER you expect your period. Which means, you wait about three weeks to find out. Well, who the HELL has that much patience? Not I. Not when the boxes tell you you can find out 5 days BEFORE your period. Not when you can google enough to find one article/chat room where a woman found out she was pregnant before her period. So yes, I was taking tests beginning 5 days before I expected my period. I just LOVED peeing on that stick.
November came and went - still not pregnant. 5 more wasted pregnancy tests.
December came. Luckily with the hubbalo of the holidays that helped to take my mind off of it a little bit. D-Day was Christmas Eve. I took a test early that week. Negative (as early tests tend to be). Christmas Eve came and went. Christmas Day afternoon we were en route to my family's house and we stopped at a Walgreens. (And No, I could not wait 3 days until we were back at home - have you learned nothing from the previous paragraphs?!). I took the test in the upstairs bathroom of my mother's house (she didn't know this) and got a positive. Holy Shit. It totally is a weird feeling when you see the blue plus sign, no matter if you have been actively trying or not. My husband came upstairs and I showed him the stick. "Holy Shit". (We normally don't cuss this much, I promise). We had decided not to get each other presents this year, and I guess we each broke our promise. I peed on one more stick to make absolutely sure. (Hey, I bought a two pack and was just getting the hang of it!). Yup. Positive.
We're having a baby.
Holy Shit.
Wowsas.
Holy shit.
We're having a baby.
My husband and I are definitely Type-A people. Meaning that even if we loved the idea of "let's just see what happens", we aren't necessarily going to follow it.
Because I am/was so interested in how people decided to have children, and there really aren't any books about that (trust me, I know), I am starting off this adventure with our process for deciding to have children.
My husband and I both are kid people. Meaning that we are the first to grab other people's kids at get togethers and generally, kids love us. I spent many years of my life babysitting and nannying (how DO you think I paid for college and grad school?!) so I never not wanted children. We are both also the oldest sibling in our families, so we grew up with little kids. Of course when you get married, you generally have some form of premarital counseling and generally one of the questions that comes up is regarding children. Do you want them? Do you have the same expectations? yadda yadda. We got married in the fall of 2007 and our response at that time was yes, we want them just not for a good 5 years.
Let's go back a bit. I don't know if you were one of these kids, but when I was younger and thought about when i would get married and have kids, 30 was my magical age. I was going to get married in my late 20s and have a kid the year I turned 30. Don't ask me why I was putting timelines on this stuff, I just did.
Of course we had the annoying "when are you going to have kids" questions from the day of our wedding forward. We generally could put a stop to them by replying, "Not for a very long time so quit asking". That is probably the single most annoying question you can ask a newlywed couple, FYI.
So when did we seriously start to consider it? December 25, 2008. We were driving back to our house after a few family get togethers and my husband said, "I think I want to have a baby". WTF. Are you serious. That was my response. No way. I am not having a baby now.
But, that is the seed folks. That is what got me starting to think, "Am I ready for a baby? Maybe I do want a baby?, etc etc". It probably wasn't until July that I was thinking that it maybe would be time to start trying. The problem is that for every person that tells you, "Oh we got pregnant the very first time we tried" there is that couple that has been trying to have a baby for over two years. AHHHHH! This is not an ideal situation for two neurotic people! What do you mean we can't plan EXACTLY when we are going to have a baby?!
I knew for sure that I didn't want to be pregnant before my best friend's wedding in August so in my mind, I just kept saying, "We'll discuss it in September".
So September came. I scheduled and went to a pre-conception appointment with a ob/gyn that most women in my office use and rave about. (Previously, I had just been going to a general practitioner.) He gave me the go ahead and told me to make sure to take a multivitamin. I stopped my birth control pill.
October came and we decided to take the plunge. I went to Catholic School where they ingrained in your head that the very SECOND that you had unprotected sex, you would be pregnant. Nevermind those awful Seventeen magazine articles "I got pregnant and am a virgin" where the unsuspecting 16-year-old gets pregnant because she had some semen on her thigh. (People in their late 20s KNOW what I'm talking about here).
Imagine my surprise when I got my period. Not pregnant. We officially were not one of those couples that look at each other and get pregnant.
So let's now talk about pregnancy tests and my impatience. Technically, the Mayo Clinic tells you that the most accurate time to take a test is the week AFTER you expect your period. Which means, you wait about three weeks to find out. Well, who the HELL has that much patience? Not I. Not when the boxes tell you you can find out 5 days BEFORE your period. Not when you can google enough to find one article/chat room where a woman found out she was pregnant before her period. So yes, I was taking tests beginning 5 days before I expected my period. I just LOVED peeing on that stick.
November came and went - still not pregnant. 5 more wasted pregnancy tests.
December came. Luckily with the hubbalo of the holidays that helped to take my mind off of it a little bit. D-Day was Christmas Eve. I took a test early that week. Negative (as early tests tend to be). Christmas Eve came and went. Christmas Day afternoon we were en route to my family's house and we stopped at a Walgreens. (And No, I could not wait 3 days until we were back at home - have you learned nothing from the previous paragraphs?!). I took the test in the upstairs bathroom of my mother's house (she didn't know this) and got a positive. Holy Shit. It totally is a weird feeling when you see the blue plus sign, no matter if you have been actively trying or not. My husband came upstairs and I showed him the stick. "Holy Shit". (We normally don't cuss this much, I promise). We had decided not to get each other presents this year, and I guess we each broke our promise. I peed on one more stick to make absolutely sure. (Hey, I bought a two pack and was just getting the hang of it!). Yup. Positive.
We're having a baby.
Holy Shit.
Wowsas.
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