Well, the week 20 which started last Thursday has not been as excited as the previous week, although we are half way through our pregnancy. I have been feeling my baby more during this week and feeling him brings smile to my face wherever I am. In accordance with one of my tickers, the baby is now the size of a cantaloupe, and it definitely feels this way. I think he is constantly growing and I feel how heavy my tummy becomes and constant stretching of my tummy.
I was on pins and needles on Friday afternoon waiting from a call from my friend in the States as she was having her anatomy scan. When we were in US, I was kidding that I am going to have a girl and she is going to have a boy (that's what we both wanted) and that our kids would get married. Well, I am having a boy, and was sure that she is having a girl, as it switched for us. She jokingly suggested that if she is having a girl we can switch. LOL. She is my best friend and I am ashamed to admit that I felt a ping of jealousy when I thought that I'll have to give her all the girl stuff that my sis saved for me. Well the call came, and she is also having a BOY. Ha ha, so there will be no marriage, but two best friends. Good enough for me!!!
Friday evening I made a date with my pregnant friend N who is just a few days ahead with a due date on March 5th. We actually made it a double date and had our DHs with us. I was lucky that my boss left a few minutes before I had to leave so it wasn't a big problem. The dinner was nice. She looked great and her tummy looked huge, but she is much more petite than me. The surprise was that she gained close to 12 kg and I only 1.5 kg (and I am trying to keep it at that for a while if I can, although now it is closer to 2kg). We were done close to 10 p.m. and even though we were invited to another friend's house, I was too exhausted to go anywhere else, as the night before I woke up at 3:30 a.m. to pee, and when I returned to bed, DH wasn't sleeping and wanted to hug me and kiss the baby (apparently he just got to bed), so one thing led to another and you can guess where it ended. So, of course, thereafter I had no inclination to go back to sleep, we chatted for a bit about his business and then he easily went to sleep, and I was left tossing and turning all night unable to fall asleep or dozing off for little periods of time. Ugh. So, I decided to go to bed on Friday night earlier, and of course, as I got to bed, I decided to call my friend in the States as our earlier conversation was very short as she had tons of people to call to tell the news. I ended up on the phone with her for over 2 hours!!! We talked about everything including our vacation in the near future and she brought up a couple of good points - what are we going to eat?, what are we going to wear to the beach? and what are we going to use as a sun block? Hmmm.... have to think about that more. By the way, any thoughts re whether it is safe to eat raw vegetables and fruits on an all-inclusive resort in Mexico?
Saturday started as always with me going to my prenatal yoga class. On the way back I decided to do a surprise to DH and buy him his favourite Star.bucks coffee, but then I remembered that the week before he actually walked to the store(as we have one car) and bought himself one. So, I called and told him about the surprise from his son & myself, and he said if I show up with a Star.bucks coffee, he will act very much surprised LOL. So we did just that.
As we were having breakfast my dad called and invited us for sushi for lunch. Umm... second day in a row... but he was so insistent that we decided to oblige. As it was close to noon and we were just having breakfast (as I don't eat before going to yoga class), I told him that we should do it close to 3 or 4 p.m. I also was not in the mood for shopping, so I convinced DH to go to my parents' house and go for a walk on the new walkway built by the city next to their house. The weather was a bit chilly, but the walk was still nice. I am estimating that we walked over 4 km, with me, my mom and my brother walking and DH with my dad rollerblading. We did go out for sushi thereafter, and DH also invited MIL to come with us. Since my parents were present too, I didn't mind her that much, so overall it was a nice experience. We dropped MIL at her house and went home to chill out a bit. I tried to sleep, but was not successful. For the rest of the night we just went to my sis' house to spend time with her, BIL and our mutual friend.
Sunday, as DH was driving me to the subway to go to the office, he mentioned how good the weather was, as it was much warmer than Saturday. I did promise him that I would go outside for a bit, which I did walking a longer way from the subway to the office outside. I did spend most of the time in the office though.
Monday, I decided to see if I can sneak out of work a bit earlier, and it just turned out that I didn't have any pressing matters (and by the way, earlier for me is 6:30 p.m.). When I got home, I managed to get DH to agree to go for a walk with me. It was close to freezing, but I was dressed pretty warm. The only thing was that I had a t-shirt and a warmer sports jacket on top, which didn't close, and then my warm jacket which does close, but my tummy created a little tent so the wind would go underneath and the tummy was only covered by the t-shirt and felt a bit naked. Oh well, as we started walking we both got warmed out. We had a nice 2.5 km walk in our neighbourhood. As DH was driving earlier in the afternoon he noticed a cool "haunted house" so we went to see it. The people who live there did go all out. It was a corner house and it was fully decorated with huge moving cats filled with air, to tons of tiny details and an amazing lighting. We decided that the next day we would go in another direction to another "haunted house" which usually is the star of the neighbourhood, as they not only decorate outside, but also inside and their back yard and take donations on Halloween to benefit Sick Kids Hospital, which is a great idea. Unfortunately, both Tuesday and Wednesday I worked to my normal hours (i.e. 7:30 p.m.) and it has been raining, so not really walking mood.
I've been also thinking a lot about our OBGYN visit this Friday (21w1d) and I have a few questions to ask the doctor:
1) I want to know his position regarding flu shots. I am more inclined on taking it (the one specifically formulated for pregnant women, without mercury), but do want to hear his opinion;
2) I also want to know the results of our NT & IPS tests, and of course the second u/s. I have been thinking about it and the last blood work for IPS was done at 17w, so his office should probably have results already, and if they didn't call, then it means that everything is alright. I was also thinking that whatever the results are - it would not change our mind about giving birth to this baby. So, theoretically, who cares...
3) I also want to confirm with him that it is ok for me to fly in about 2 weeks (yei the vacation is coming!!!) as well as ask his thoughts regarding food in Mexico;
4) The last point, is that I got a bit paranoid that I am squishing our baby when I am sleeping. I do use the body pillow, but most of the time I am actually sleeping leaning on to eat and almost on top. I usually feel a few nudges from the inside when I am trying to all asleep or when trying to sleep the last minutes before the alarm. So I think I might not leave him a lot of space. I don't know....
So, yesterday, I also tried my two swimming suites (they are both tankinies), and one is already too small. I can still fit into it, but the underwear are too tight and I have to make sure I fold them to be under my tummy, and then the top part doesn't cover the full tummy, which is OK when you are normal weight and have a nice pregnant belly, but not when you are overweight. So DH & I did some research and bought 2 maternity swimsuits on line and sent them to our US friends, cause its cheaper and they are coming with us so they'll bring it with them to our vacation. But since we are on the topic of my body, here is the scoop for 21 weeks. I gained almost 2 kg, which puts me at about the same weight as I was pre pregnancy. That's ok. I have tons of stretch marks on my bbs and my thighs, but I had stretch marks there before, so not really sure if there are new ones (that's the beauty of being overweight all your life and yo-yoing weight). The tummy is holding on, no stretch marks there, and I am hoping none are going to develop. I do put stretch mark cream all over every morning, so here is hoping that it will work. Well, that's it for now. With new updates to follow after OBGYN visit.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
19 weeks
The weekend did turn out to be crazy busy for me.
Saturday we got up very early to tidy up the place before the cleaning lady, and once she got to our house, I was off to my prenatal yoga class. Since it was only my second class I am still exploring the place. By the time, I came out from the washroom, all the preggo girls disappeared, but the classroom where we had our class last time was still full of other people, so until I spotted another prego woman going into a different class, I was lost. To say that the class was full, is an understatement. I think I took almost the last cm of uncovered space on the floor. When the teacher came in, she asked if we wanted to move to a bigger studio, which most agree we should do. As I was packing my stuff, I saw a familiar face. This was a friend of a friend who I've met a few times, who has a child from a previous relationship and just got married a few weeks ago. I didn't know she was pregnant, but it was nice to have somebody familiar in class. When we moved we actually got two spots next to each other, so we could chit chat before and after class. She is about 2 weeks behind me and is due close to the end of March beginning of April.
The class itself was pretty intense (much more intense than the first class I've been at). I was happy I didn't forget my water this time around (although I did forget my mat, but they had mats available at the studio). Once we were done, I had about 30 min before my sugaring appointment, so I sat in my car and had an apple. I was lucky, as when I got to the sugaring place 15 min early, the girl was free and she took me ahead of my apt which was nice. Needless to say, I didn't get home until after 1 p.m. and DH and I left to run some errands.
We got home just in time for me to take a shower and hurry to our nephew's 6 birthday party. It was in some art studio close to the house. When we got there, most of the kids were there already (they had about 14) including my niece and my brother. Since my brother requires special attention, my mom was there too, and so as another parent, who I know pretty good. I knew most of the kids (or could remember who they are), so I actually enjoyed helping them out painting their treasure box and then washing and cleaning up and get pizza, chips and at the end - a birthday cake (I know, that's not the most healthiest food - but pizza was thin crust and whole wheat, and I didn't touch the cake). My SIL seemed very grateful that DH & I were there to lend a hand (even though we don't have kids yet), as kids did get out of hand a bit. When the parents came to pick up the kids, since I know most of them (and DH & I don't see them that often) we had a lot of congratulations and talk re pregnancy, birth and kids :) Overall it was a nice experience.
My mom invited us to their place for dinner, and DH agreed as he didn't have pizza and was hungry. The good thing was that after we had dinner, my mom and I went to the basement and got all sorts of kids books in Russian, some of which I could remember from my childhood! I really wanted DH to start reading to our son, but Saturday night our friends came over and we didn't get to bed until after 1 a.m.
Sunday morning I had to get out of the house kind of early as well, as I was meeting my ivf(dot)ca friends Downtown. I checked my emails in the morning, and one of the girls couldn't make is as her daughter got sick, but I met with the other two, who are both pregnant with twins (one naturally, after a few failed IVFs!!!). I had an amazing time and didn't get to work until 3:30 p.m. which ended up to be a late night. DH went to go to a movie and I started reading a book to my baby.
Monday night, I cornered DH and he actually read an entire chapter to our son. Initially it was kind of awkward and funny. I moved my chair to his desk at the office, he took a book and bent a bit to be closer to my tummy when he started reading. He was complaining that his reading aloud skills are not that great, but he did get a hang of it. I was so proud of him!!!
I have also started to feel much more movement. On Tuesday morning as I was taking the train to work, I could feel the baby moving inside, and it made me smile! Although in the evening my mood changed in a completely opposite direction. DH was supposed to take his brother and nephew to a pediatrician, DR. B. Well Dr. B is a very good pediatrician who is taking care of all 4 of my nephews and niece. When we talked about this appointment a few weeks ago with my BIL and SIL, we did talk about asking Dr. B directly to take us as new patients, as he already has a pretty busy practice. So in the evening DH was saying that he saw a very cute thing when he was at DR. B's office. I interrupted him and asked whether he talked to Dr. B and he said that after he dropped my BIL and nephew off at the office, he had to run an errand and when he came back they were already in with the doctor. So DH asked the secretary - who of course said that Dr. B is not accepting new patients, and we can try another doctor operating from the same office. Well, needless to say I got very upset and rude with DH, I told him that it was such an amazing opportunity to talk to Dr. B directly and he missed it!!! and that we specifically discussed it a few weeks ago, which he couldn't remember. Anyways, it didn't get ugly, but I did get watery eyes just by thinking about it. Then I got upstairs to go to bed, and as I was brushing my teeth, I remembered that DH actually started talking about something before I interrupted him. So I went to the office and ask him what it was. It was a winter car seat cover, which he really loved and which we should think about as the baby is due in March. When I finally got to bed, I couldn't fall asleep, all I could remember was DH's face and how excited he was about the car seat cover, and felt guilt for yelling at him. I started bawling and got up to ask for forgiveness. DH didn't know what to do with me. He did say that he didn't take it personally as he knows that I have a lot of raging hormones and it is hard to control my emotions, so he was all ok and that I should go back to bed and try to get to sleep. I did, but I guess the baby didn't like my crying fit, as I could actually feel flatters in my tummy (which I think were his feet) and then some movement as well.
I felt a bit better in the morning, and I could feel the baby moving again on the train, and then when I was in a meeting with my boss (I guess he doesn't really like my boss - and there the feeling is mutual). When I got back to the computer, I was checking my emails. The night before I sent an email to my SIL asking if she has any other apt, she didn't respond. So I wrote an email to my sis asking the same thing and barely hold in tears. My sis responded right away. She said that her BIL knows the doctor personally and that he will call him and schedule an apt for us whenever we want. When I read that I couldn't hold on to my tears any longer. I was just thankful that I was left to my own devices and my boss was nowhere around. So, tomorrow, I'll ask my sis to talk to her BIL and schedule us for the next available apt at any time of the day and night that he is available.
Due to my bouts of crying and inability to sleep the night before. I was very very tired. I barely made it to 6 o'clock, and asked my boss if I could leave a bit earlier then usually as I am exhausted, to which he replied that he would prefer that I stay a bit later and finish up one project. I was so mad! but I stayed, what else could I do??? All I need is to stick around for another 3 months. Our vacation is in about 3.5 weeks, and I will be able to survive until then. Thereafter, I'll be very pregnant and showing it, so I doubt he would dare to make me stay late! But he leaves on his vacation on December 21 and comes back in January, and I have a number of prenatal classes booked for January and beginning of February. Plus, my replacement should start at the beginning of February, and my job for the next two weeks would be just sit next to that person and supervise. Awwww, can't wait. February 10, 2012, is my official last day, and hope that I can stay away from this slave factory even after my baby is born! Yep, pregnancy hormones... What can you do?
Saturday we got up very early to tidy up the place before the cleaning lady, and once she got to our house, I was off to my prenatal yoga class. Since it was only my second class I am still exploring the place. By the time, I came out from the washroom, all the preggo girls disappeared, but the classroom where we had our class last time was still full of other people, so until I spotted another prego woman going into a different class, I was lost. To say that the class was full, is an understatement. I think I took almost the last cm of uncovered space on the floor. When the teacher came in, she asked if we wanted to move to a bigger studio, which most agree we should do. As I was packing my stuff, I saw a familiar face. This was a friend of a friend who I've met a few times, who has a child from a previous relationship and just got married a few weeks ago. I didn't know she was pregnant, but it was nice to have somebody familiar in class. When we moved we actually got two spots next to each other, so we could chit chat before and after class. She is about 2 weeks behind me and is due close to the end of March beginning of April.
The class itself was pretty intense (much more intense than the first class I've been at). I was happy I didn't forget my water this time around (although I did forget my mat, but they had mats available at the studio). Once we were done, I had about 30 min before my sugaring appointment, so I sat in my car and had an apple. I was lucky, as when I got to the sugaring place 15 min early, the girl was free and she took me ahead of my apt which was nice. Needless to say, I didn't get home until after 1 p.m. and DH and I left to run some errands.
We got home just in time for me to take a shower and hurry to our nephew's 6 birthday party. It was in some art studio close to the house. When we got there, most of the kids were there already (they had about 14) including my niece and my brother. Since my brother requires special attention, my mom was there too, and so as another parent, who I know pretty good. I knew most of the kids (or could remember who they are), so I actually enjoyed helping them out painting their treasure box and then washing and cleaning up and get pizza, chips and at the end - a birthday cake (I know, that's not the most healthiest food - but pizza was thin crust and whole wheat, and I didn't touch the cake). My SIL seemed very grateful that DH & I were there to lend a hand (even though we don't have kids yet), as kids did get out of hand a bit. When the parents came to pick up the kids, since I know most of them (and DH & I don't see them that often) we had a lot of congratulations and talk re pregnancy, birth and kids :) Overall it was a nice experience.
My mom invited us to their place for dinner, and DH agreed as he didn't have pizza and was hungry. The good thing was that after we had dinner, my mom and I went to the basement and got all sorts of kids books in Russian, some of which I could remember from my childhood! I really wanted DH to start reading to our son, but Saturday night our friends came over and we didn't get to bed until after 1 a.m.
Sunday morning I had to get out of the house kind of early as well, as I was meeting my ivf(dot)ca friends Downtown. I checked my emails in the morning, and one of the girls couldn't make is as her daughter got sick, but I met with the other two, who are both pregnant with twins (one naturally, after a few failed IVFs!!!). I had an amazing time and didn't get to work until 3:30 p.m. which ended up to be a late night. DH went to go to a movie and I started reading a book to my baby.
Monday night, I cornered DH and he actually read an entire chapter to our son. Initially it was kind of awkward and funny. I moved my chair to his desk at the office, he took a book and bent a bit to be closer to my tummy when he started reading. He was complaining that his reading aloud skills are not that great, but he did get a hang of it. I was so proud of him!!!
I have also started to feel much more movement. On Tuesday morning as I was taking the train to work, I could feel the baby moving inside, and it made me smile! Although in the evening my mood changed in a completely opposite direction. DH was supposed to take his brother and nephew to a pediatrician, DR. B. Well Dr. B is a very good pediatrician who is taking care of all 4 of my nephews and niece. When we talked about this appointment a few weeks ago with my BIL and SIL, we did talk about asking Dr. B directly to take us as new patients, as he already has a pretty busy practice. So in the evening DH was saying that he saw a very cute thing when he was at DR. B's office. I interrupted him and asked whether he talked to Dr. B and he said that after he dropped my BIL and nephew off at the office, he had to run an errand and when he came back they were already in with the doctor. So DH asked the secretary - who of course said that Dr. B is not accepting new patients, and we can try another doctor operating from the same office. Well, needless to say I got very upset and rude with DH, I told him that it was such an amazing opportunity to talk to Dr. B directly and he missed it!!! and that we specifically discussed it a few weeks ago, which he couldn't remember. Anyways, it didn't get ugly, but I did get watery eyes just by thinking about it. Then I got upstairs to go to bed, and as I was brushing my teeth, I remembered that DH actually started talking about something before I interrupted him. So I went to the office and ask him what it was. It was a winter car seat cover, which he really loved and which we should think about as the baby is due in March. When I finally got to bed, I couldn't fall asleep, all I could remember was DH's face and how excited he was about the car seat cover, and felt guilt for yelling at him. I started bawling and got up to ask for forgiveness. DH didn't know what to do with me. He did say that he didn't take it personally as he knows that I have a lot of raging hormones and it is hard to control my emotions, so he was all ok and that I should go back to bed and try to get to sleep. I did, but I guess the baby didn't like my crying fit, as I could actually feel flatters in my tummy (which I think were his feet) and then some movement as well.
I felt a bit better in the morning, and I could feel the baby moving again on the train, and then when I was in a meeting with my boss (I guess he doesn't really like my boss - and there the feeling is mutual). When I got back to the computer, I was checking my emails. The night before I sent an email to my SIL asking if she has any other apt, she didn't respond. So I wrote an email to my sis asking the same thing and barely hold in tears. My sis responded right away. She said that her BIL knows the doctor personally and that he will call him and schedule an apt for us whenever we want. When I read that I couldn't hold on to my tears any longer. I was just thankful that I was left to my own devices and my boss was nowhere around. So, tomorrow, I'll ask my sis to talk to her BIL and schedule us for the next available apt at any time of the day and night that he is available.
Due to my bouts of crying and inability to sleep the night before. I was very very tired. I barely made it to 6 o'clock, and asked my boss if I could leave a bit earlier then usually as I am exhausted, to which he replied that he would prefer that I stay a bit later and finish up one project. I was so mad! but I stayed, what else could I do??? All I need is to stick around for another 3 months. Our vacation is in about 3.5 weeks, and I will be able to survive until then. Thereafter, I'll be very pregnant and showing it, so I doubt he would dare to make me stay late! But he leaves on his vacation on December 21 and comes back in January, and I have a number of prenatal classes booked for January and beginning of February. Plus, my replacement should start at the beginning of February, and my job for the next two weeks would be just sit next to that person and supervise. Awwww, can't wait. February 10, 2012, is my official last day, and hope that I can stay away from this slave factory even after my baby is born! Yep, pregnancy hormones... What can you do?
Friday, October 14, 2011
19w1d Pretty in ....
blue, yellow or green.... or should I say HANDSOME!!!
IT'S A BOY!!!!
But lets start from the beginning.
Yesterday was my nephew's birthday. My oldest nephew turned 6! and I remember the day he was born. My SIL was in labour for the whole duration of Yom Kippur. It was also the first time I realized that labour can be THAT long. She was in labour for over 26 hours and gave birth right before the fast ended. But yesterday we had tons of food to celebrate his birthday. The funny part that my entire family was there my sis and BIL with kids and my parents with my brother, and of course the conversation shifted to our little one. My parents, my sis & my SIL were all saying that I am having a girl. They could feel it and they knew it. At that point I became very certain that since they are insisting the baby is a girl, the baby would actually be a boy.
I took an early train this morning as I had to leave the office by 12:30 p.m. I was so anxious just thinking about this u/s and the gender determination. My dad called at 11 a.m. and asked why I didn't call him to tell him the sex. So I told him that I am still at the office and the u/s is not until 2:00 p.m. Before leaving I actually went to pee (twice within 10 min) and then at around 1 p.m. finished a 500ml bottle of water (although they said 1L, my bladder is not that big). Of course the subway got stuck a few times (always happens when you are in a rush). When I finally go to the last stop and got up, I could barely walk. I drank too much. I got to the car 20 min late and noticed my BIL in the car as well. DH informed me that they had to stop by one place on the way and drop of my BIL at his house. Uhmm.... I was already pissed at the subway, and at the pain of the full bladder and seeing how we only had less than 20 min to get to the u/s, I was not pleased to say the least. To make the story short, we got there at 2 p.m. exactly (even thought they asked me to come in 10 min earlier).
By that time, I couldn't sit. 10 minutes that I waited for an u/s in the reception seemed like forever, and I was pacing from side to side of the little waiting room. Finally my name was called and DH got up to come with me. The nice u/s tech turned out to also speak Russian. She told DH to stay outside and that she will call him when we are ready for him. I told the tech that I am in a lot of pain and she said that I should go and pee. I asked "How much?" and she said just to pee until I feel better. Oh, that was such a relief!!! We went to one u/s room and the tech said that she is not happy with the machine and she will start it here, but wants me to be on the newer machine in another room, so she was just waiting for another lady to finish in there. As she was taking measurements on the older machine, we were chit chatting about kids and IF and cost of IVF, she was also exclaiming how beautiful our baby is. After about 5-10 min, she said that she wanted to hurry the other tech from the other room, which she did, and we moved to a much newer machine. She proceeded with the u/s and then exclaimed that she could see who the baby is. I asked who and she said it's a BOY. OMG a boy. I was so happy to finally refer to my baby in a proper gender. We actually did refer to the baby as he, just because the word "child" or "baby" in Russian is a masculine word.
Anyways, once she told me she said she better go and get DH right away. When they came back, I told DH that we know who the baby is. DH asked me to tell him, but the tech interrupted and said that she would show him. She quickly found the right point and showed DH - one leg, then the second leg, and then.... something in between. The look on DH's face was priceless. He was beaming with pride. His first baby is a SON, we are having a baby BOY, and handsome baby BOY! I did shed a couple of tears at that point, first time at the u/s. The tech proceeded showing us different images of the baby. Our son (OMG I can't believe I am saying this word) was sucking his thumb, it was so funny. DH asked if this is her moving the probe or the baby is moving and she said that it was the baby too. She stopped to show us the movement and we could see the baby trying to shove his entire fist into his mouth! She showed us his face and his lips. She moved it around so we can see our son sucking his thumb from different angles. Then she showed us his heart with all four chambers. we got a treat - we listened to his h/b for just a bit, as she was charting it on the computer. He changed the angle and we could see his little fit and the soles of his feet. It looked like he was running in there, with feet moving all the time, which also looked like he was trying to climb out :) She showed us the placenta being high and away from the cervix and cervix being nice and long.
DH asked her about measurement and she said that the baby is measuring 17 cm from head to bum :) He asked whether the images one the screen were 1:1. At this point she was concentrating on the baby's hands, and she calculated that the distance from the elbow to his wrist was 5 cm (5cm can you imagine!!! with the whole arm being around 10cm) then they looked at the screen and the image was much smaller than that, so now the u/s machine was actually minimizing the size to fit it on the screen. We've spend about 20 minutes with her showing us our baby. Just before we left she said that the baby's weight was 330 grams and that the baby was actually 1 whole week ahead, measuring at 20w1d. She joked that we are going to have a chubby baby, and I told her that looking at the baby's mama and papa, it is not surprising, LOL. She said everything looked good on the u/s. We were both just ecstatic.
The only downside was that they don't print pictures and you have to order a CD if you want them. So we haven't decided yet whether we want one or not.
When we finished, I again went to the washroom and DH waited for me at the reception area with my things. As soon as I got to my phone, I could see IMs from my sis and txt from my friend in Ohio (her u/s is next Friday). As I was typing "boy" in a reply text, my phone rang and it was actually her calling. I told her quickly that it was a boy and that I'll call her a bit later, as I have to call my family. Of course, DH was already on the phone with his brother. I called my sis, and she answered the phone with "Nuuuu!" I told her it is a boy and she couldn't believe it! They were convinced it was a girl. She asked if she could tell people. I told her that of course she could, I only have to talk to parents first. That was my next call, I called my parents house and both of them answered. So I told them that we got another "pipiska!!!" and that it is definitely a BOY. Again, notwithstanding their conviction earlier, the reacted pretty good to the news. I did tell them that the baby was healthy and moving around and my parents were both happy to hear that.
Since I was in my neighbourhood so early in the afternoon, I decided to take care of myself a little bit. I did my eyebrows (that I haven't done for a while) and of course took out all other hair on my face. I guess the fact that the hair on my face, my nipples and tummy is growing like crazy, was a give away that my body is full of testosterone. So after I was done, I spent pretty much the entire evening on the phone. My clerk called and said that she and the other lawyer were betting on who I am having and that she said a boy and the other lawyer said a girl. Well she won! I am glad I could help LOL. I talked to a few close friends, as well as my cousin. I also finally was able to get through to my SIL, and called my friend from Ohio back to give her all the details.
Overall, I have been an an emotional high since the moment we found out.
DH & I decided to go to our favourite Asian spot for dinner tonight (cause I didn't want to eat what we had), and we had some nice alone time (with me off the phone for most of the time). Then we stopped by the grocery store and bought some frozen yogourt on sale (4 packs) and we tried it all when we got home. Yep, we both have sweet teeth.
This weekend is shaping up like a very hectic one. The cleaning lady is coming in at 9 a.m. so we have to get up at 8 to clean up the house :) Then I have prenatal yoga at 10:30 a.m. and my upkeep Brazilian sugaring at 12:30 p.m. I also need to get some more prenatal vitamins, get my shoes fixed (old but comfy ones), get maternity pants and a pair of jeans hemmed. And then attend my nephew's kids birthday party from 5 p.m. to 7 p.m. I don't think I'll have any energy left to go out after that. This Sunday, I am meeting a few friends from ivf(dot)ca who are also pregnant. All with twins (except me). And then to the office.
On another news, I found a Russian book on line which DH liked as a child. I've read in a few places that it is suggested that DH reads or talks to the baby so that the baby knows his voice and recognizes him when he comes out. Well, for now it is me reading the book and DH working on his computer. When I pressed him about this today, he told me that he still has 4 months, so back off for now. My pregnancy brain would be telling me that he doesn't care, but then a few days ago he told me that he had a dream that he put his hand on my tummy and he could feel the baby moving. The thing is DH is not the type of people who (a) has dreams and (b) is a completely non romantic and non emotion showing type of guy. Knowing that he has dreams about my baby warms my heart, as I know that he does care and thinks about our baby. So, I decided to forgive him for now, and drop the subject for a few days/weeks. We will see how that goes.
Anyways, me and my son are going to bed, after I read him a bit more of that book. Good night!
IT'S A BOY!!!!
But lets start from the beginning.
Yesterday was my nephew's birthday. My oldest nephew turned 6! and I remember the day he was born. My SIL was in labour for the whole duration of Yom Kippur. It was also the first time I realized that labour can be THAT long. She was in labour for over 26 hours and gave birth right before the fast ended. But yesterday we had tons of food to celebrate his birthday. The funny part that my entire family was there my sis and BIL with kids and my parents with my brother, and of course the conversation shifted to our little one. My parents, my sis & my SIL were all saying that I am having a girl. They could feel it and they knew it. At that point I became very certain that since they are insisting the baby is a girl, the baby would actually be a boy.
I took an early train this morning as I had to leave the office by 12:30 p.m. I was so anxious just thinking about this u/s and the gender determination. My dad called at 11 a.m. and asked why I didn't call him to tell him the sex. So I told him that I am still at the office and the u/s is not until 2:00 p.m. Before leaving I actually went to pee (twice within 10 min) and then at around 1 p.m. finished a 500ml bottle of water (although they said 1L, my bladder is not that big). Of course the subway got stuck a few times (always happens when you are in a rush). When I finally go to the last stop and got up, I could barely walk. I drank too much. I got to the car 20 min late and noticed my BIL in the car as well. DH informed me that they had to stop by one place on the way and drop of my BIL at his house. Uhmm.... I was already pissed at the subway, and at the pain of the full bladder and seeing how we only had less than 20 min to get to the u/s, I was not pleased to say the least. To make the story short, we got there at 2 p.m. exactly (even thought they asked me to come in 10 min earlier).
By that time, I couldn't sit. 10 minutes that I waited for an u/s in the reception seemed like forever, and I was pacing from side to side of the little waiting room. Finally my name was called and DH got up to come with me. The nice u/s tech turned out to also speak Russian. She told DH to stay outside and that she will call him when we are ready for him. I told the tech that I am in a lot of pain and she said that I should go and pee. I asked "How much?" and she said just to pee until I feel better. Oh, that was such a relief!!! We went to one u/s room and the tech said that she is not happy with the machine and she will start it here, but wants me to be on the newer machine in another room, so she was just waiting for another lady to finish in there. As she was taking measurements on the older machine, we were chit chatting about kids and IF and cost of IVF, she was also exclaiming how beautiful our baby is. After about 5-10 min, she said that she wanted to hurry the other tech from the other room, which she did, and we moved to a much newer machine. She proceeded with the u/s and then exclaimed that she could see who the baby is. I asked who and she said it's a BOY. OMG a boy. I was so happy to finally refer to my baby in a proper gender. We actually did refer to the baby as he, just because the word "child" or "baby" in Russian is a masculine word.
Anyways, once she told me she said she better go and get DH right away. When they came back, I told DH that we know who the baby is. DH asked me to tell him, but the tech interrupted and said that she would show him. She quickly found the right point and showed DH - one leg, then the second leg, and then.... something in between. The look on DH's face was priceless. He was beaming with pride. His first baby is a SON, we are having a baby BOY, and handsome baby BOY! I did shed a couple of tears at that point, first time at the u/s. The tech proceeded showing us different images of the baby. Our son (OMG I can't believe I am saying this word) was sucking his thumb, it was so funny. DH asked if this is her moving the probe or the baby is moving and she said that it was the baby too. She stopped to show us the movement and we could see the baby trying to shove his entire fist into his mouth! She showed us his face and his lips. She moved it around so we can see our son sucking his thumb from different angles. Then she showed us his heart with all four chambers. we got a treat - we listened to his h/b for just a bit, as she was charting it on the computer. He changed the angle and we could see his little fit and the soles of his feet. It looked like he was running in there, with feet moving all the time, which also looked like he was trying to climb out :) She showed us the placenta being high and away from the cervix and cervix being nice and long.
DH asked her about measurement and she said that the baby is measuring 17 cm from head to bum :) He asked whether the images one the screen were 1:1. At this point she was concentrating on the baby's hands, and she calculated that the distance from the elbow to his wrist was 5 cm (5cm can you imagine!!! with the whole arm being around 10cm) then they looked at the screen and the image was much smaller than that, so now the u/s machine was actually minimizing the size to fit it on the screen. We've spend about 20 minutes with her showing us our baby. Just before we left she said that the baby's weight was 330 grams and that the baby was actually 1 whole week ahead, measuring at 20w1d. She joked that we are going to have a chubby baby, and I told her that looking at the baby's mama and papa, it is not surprising, LOL. She said everything looked good on the u/s. We were both just ecstatic.
The only downside was that they don't print pictures and you have to order a CD if you want them. So we haven't decided yet whether we want one or not.
When we finished, I again went to the washroom and DH waited for me at the reception area with my things. As soon as I got to my phone, I could see IMs from my sis and txt from my friend in Ohio (her u/s is next Friday). As I was typing "boy" in a reply text, my phone rang and it was actually her calling. I told her quickly that it was a boy and that I'll call her a bit later, as I have to call my family. Of course, DH was already on the phone with his brother. I called my sis, and she answered the phone with "Nuuuu!" I told her it is a boy and she couldn't believe it! They were convinced it was a girl. She asked if she could tell people. I told her that of course she could, I only have to talk to parents first. That was my next call, I called my parents house and both of them answered. So I told them that we got another "pipiska!!!" and that it is definitely a BOY. Again, notwithstanding their conviction earlier, the reacted pretty good to the news. I did tell them that the baby was healthy and moving around and my parents were both happy to hear that.
Since I was in my neighbourhood so early in the afternoon, I decided to take care of myself a little bit. I did my eyebrows (that I haven't done for a while) and of course took out all other hair on my face. I guess the fact that the hair on my face, my nipples and tummy is growing like crazy, was a give away that my body is full of testosterone. So after I was done, I spent pretty much the entire evening on the phone. My clerk called and said that she and the other lawyer were betting on who I am having and that she said a boy and the other lawyer said a girl. Well she won! I am glad I could help LOL. I talked to a few close friends, as well as my cousin. I also finally was able to get through to my SIL, and called my friend from Ohio back to give her all the details.
Overall, I have been an an emotional high since the moment we found out.
DH & I decided to go to our favourite Asian spot for dinner tonight (cause I didn't want to eat what we had), and we had some nice alone time (with me off the phone for most of the time). Then we stopped by the grocery store and bought some frozen yogourt on sale (4 packs) and we tried it all when we got home. Yep, we both have sweet teeth.
This weekend is shaping up like a very hectic one. The cleaning lady is coming in at 9 a.m. so we have to get up at 8 to clean up the house :) Then I have prenatal yoga at 10:30 a.m. and my upkeep Brazilian sugaring at 12:30 p.m. I also need to get some more prenatal vitamins, get my shoes fixed (old but comfy ones), get maternity pants and a pair of jeans hemmed. And then attend my nephew's kids birthday party from 5 p.m. to 7 p.m. I don't think I'll have any energy left to go out after that. This Sunday, I am meeting a few friends from ivf(dot)ca who are also pregnant. All with twins (except me). And then to the office.
On another news, I found a Russian book on line which DH liked as a child. I've read in a few places that it is suggested that DH reads or talks to the baby so that the baby knows his voice and recognizes him when he comes out. Well, for now it is me reading the book and DH working on his computer. When I pressed him about this today, he told me that he still has 4 months, so back off for now. My pregnancy brain would be telling me that he doesn't care, but then a few days ago he told me that he had a dream that he put his hand on my tummy and he could feel the baby moving. The thing is DH is not the type of people who (a) has dreams and (b) is a completely non romantic and non emotion showing type of guy. Knowing that he has dreams about my baby warms my heart, as I know that he does care and thinks about our baby. So, I decided to forgive him for now, and drop the subject for a few days/weeks. We will see how that goes.
Anyways, me and my son are going to bed, after I read him a bit more of that book. Good night!
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
18 weeks
The time is moving so so slowly... Tomorrow we will hit our 19 week mark and then one more week until the mid point in our pregnancy. Another event that I've been waiting for what feels like forever is our anatomy (or is it anomaly) scan u/s on Friday. Am I too shallow to pretty much only care if its a boy or a girl? It does preoccupy my thoughts a lot lately. I just want to know! I guess once DH said that everything is going to be ok with this baby and with this pregnancy, I kind of assumed that that's the way it is going to be. I am a bit nervous that I haven't felt the baby since the last time (which was over a week ago), but then I guess my baby is comfy where it is and doesn't have a need to poke me :) Although, I do get jealous when I read other mommies-to-be telling their stories of their babies kicking right, left and centre. Oh well... my time will come - I just have to be patient. But back to the events of this week, and it was a crazy one.
Friday was the beginning of Yom Kippur which was starting at 6:31 p.m. and of course, out of all Fridays, it was the craziest day ever. I had to finish a major agreement which was supposed to be done in the morning, but of course, IT guys came to switch our telephone system and needed our computers as well. Also, the IT guy who was working in my office didn't connect the phone properly (I was in the washroom at that time). Then I asked them to redo it, and of course, he redid it when I was in a meeting with my boss. Again screwed it up. I was running out of time, so I just told him to forget it and that this pregnant lady would go under the desk and reconnect all the wires herself next time I am in on the weekend. Ugh!!! Really pissed me off. The time of my departure from the office was gradually moving to later and later train, until I hit the point that if I don't catch the next train, I am not going to make it in time. I did send the agreement out to client, and had to almost run to catch the train.
By the time I got home I was all frazzled and stressed out. I looked for the prayer on my ipone on my way home as we were running out of time. When I got home and got the candles out, I still had a few minutes to spare. I told myself to relax and stop thinking about the events of the day, I lit the candles and said a prayer and felt so much at peace... It was a very nice feeling. I had the last meal with DH (it was the last one for him, not for me), and we spent the evening watching TV (I know we are not supposed to watch TV, but we usually do).
When I was looking for times and prayers on one of my favourite Jewish websites, I found an article about fasting by pregnant ladies. It did say that if it is done right and if there are no complications and it is not a high risk pregnancy, it is ok to fast. The comments to that article were priceless (they were on both sides). I sent it to DH and he said "over my dead body". Yep, I didn't plan on fasting either, but I didn't expect such a strong reaction. He said he'll take my sin on him. I didn't ask my OB about fasting and I wasn't making any decisions based on one article. Besides, when they were listing high risk pregnancy they did mention IVF pregnancy, so I decided that I fit in that category.
On Saturday the plan was to try to sleep in as much as possible (if DH doesn't go to synagogue, some years we would get up close to 1 p.m.). But of course, MIL called just after 11 a.m. to see how DH is doing. Needless to say I was pissed. She NEVER calls us on a weekend that early, but she had to do it on Yom Kippur. Of course, we couldn't fall asleep after that. I went downstairs and boiled 2 eggs for my breakfast, which I had with a piece of cheese and some bread. As I was quietly eating in the kitchen, I was thinking about DH upstairs and felt so sorry for him that I had tears streaming down my face (I blame pregnancy hormones!). We did spend a few more hours in front of the TV, then went to see my BIL & SIL who had another friend over as well. The weather was amazing, and we sat at the backyard and chatted for a bit. We went to my sis house thereafter, and they also had a few friends over, but they were sitting inside, so we didn't stay for long. In addition, her live-in was preparing food for the kids, and even though I wasn't hungry I felt bad for DH. When we got home, I had a tomato and an apple. Then my sis came over with the kids and we all went for a walk to a nearby playground, where DH was happy just to sit in the shade and conserve the energy. By the time we got home there was about 1.5 hours left till the end of the fast. We stayed home a bit and then went to BIL & SIL to break the fast. Overall, it was nice to be able to pretty much disconnect from the hectic life. I didn't even turn on my computer, nor checked emails on my iphone. I started thinking a lot about that being the reason for Shabbat. It's the time to be with G-d but also with your family. Since I work on Sundays, Saturdays are always hectic, spent running errands and not too much time with the family. I was thinking that after my maternity leave, I will not agree to work over the weekend as I would want to spend more time with my baby and DH, just some quiet time getting to know each other.
On Sunday we hosted our traditional family breakfast. As I said before, I do love having everyone at our house (our big family and 5 kids plus a little "bun in the oven") My mom stayed with us for a bit, and then DH and I went shopping, and it was very productive. I got some shoes for the fall. We also went to look for a maternity store and it wasn't where I was told it would be (and where I remember it was), so DH & I decided to go to the shoe store next. As we parked and got out of the car to go to the shoe store, I looked up and the maternity store was just one store away. Ha!!! They moved to a new location. So I got 2 pairs of maternity dress pants, and 3 short sleeve shirts (for our November vacation). I've actually got a few long sleeve shirts from Cos.tco which were pretty loose and fit perfectly even with my bulging tummy. So overall, a successful shopping experience. I also promised DH that I would go and see Eli.te Ki.llers with him, which we did on Sunday night, and got our favourite treat - frozen yogourt!
Monday was a big day, and no I am not referring to Thanksgiving (as we don't really celebrate it). My brother was turning 13! Which for a Jewish boy is coming of age. As he is autistic and would not comprehend any religious study, we had our own program. I did promise to take him bowling and he has been mentioning bowling for a few weeks now. So Sunday, I called the bowling place and they said that they were open from 11 to 11. I told them that I want to book one lane for 11 and the girl was like - Uhm we close at 11... to which I replied that I was talking about MORNING!!! I guess it was hard to comprehend that somebody would want to play bowling this early in the morning LOL.
So my mom dropped of my brother at around 10 a.m. and me, DH & him headed to the bowling place. My sis & her DH, my BIL & SIL and my niece and all 3 nephews joined us and we had a blast. Well, at least in the first 30 minutes. As the time was past 45 minutes of bowling, only my oldest nephew was still interested (he is 6 yo), by that point my brother could care less. He would just drop the ball and walk away without even looking if the ball hit any pins. Once we were done it was around 12:30. My sis needed to put her LO to bed, so they left in a hurry. My SIL asked if we wanted to have lunch together as we still had about 3 hours until the party. So we went to a restaurant in the same mall as the bowling alley. My SIL told the waiter that my brother was having his birthday party and on top of having a lunch with us, he got a candle in his sundae and some kind of a happy birthday song courtesy of the restaurant. He was ecstatic!
The restaurant was in the opposite end of the mall from where we parked, and being the only mall in the area which was open on Thanksgiving, it was a challenge just to get to our car. I was exhausted, and asked to go home before going to the party. So my brother and I spent half an hour on the couch resting. He is so tall now, but very thin (unlike the rest of the family). All I could remember is when he was born at 28 weeks, weighting 1kg 105 grams, and losing 100 grams right away, and how we were told that he would not be released from NICU until he reaches 1.5kg. He actually didn't as when he was released just before Christmas, he weighted a bit over 1.4 kg, and fit into one leg of the smallest winter suit that mom and I could find. Then, my brother and I would spend days together, me watching TV after I get back from my morning classes at the university, and him laying on top of my tummy to help with colic. And now, he is all grown up, not as tall as me yet, but almost as tall as my mom. I was 18.5 years old, so he is not only my brother but my first baby.... and I love him to pieces :)
The party was great, we had tons of people at my parents' house, although Dad was away. DH helped to cook at the beginning and then was enjoying the company. I didn't even sit next to him, as the space was limited and both me and my sis were helping our mom with stuff. There were tons of kids too, so my brother had lots of kids to play with (all of them much younger than him, but who is counting). After we had cake the plan was to go for a walk. The city has build a long walking road along a hydro field, and we actually managed to walk over 3 km just chit chatting with my sis, SIL and my cousin. Our DH's were taking care of the kids, plus my sis' MIL was there too taking care of my niece and nephew. Boys were on their bikes and DH was on roller blades. The weather was amazing, so it was very nice to be outside. Most of the guests started leaving after we got back from our walk. But DH and I stayed a bit late as my mom's best friend and her husband came late and were also staying. Her friend had also difficulty in conceiving and keeping the pregnancies, but by the time my mom became friends with her, she had two girls 3 and 5 years old. Now almost 20 years later, her girls are all grown up, but she was still giving me lectures that I should stay off my feet and not run around much :) She means well...
Tuesday was back to work, and the moment I entered the building I knew something was wrong. It felt really warm in the foyer, and I felt like sauna in the offices upstairs. The temperature in my office hit 28.6C. One of the partner's office hit close to 30C. Both partners were walking around red faced. My boss was coming over to my office often reminding me to put cold water on my face and ask me how I was feeling. This was not comfortable, but he never suggested that we go home. The building manager said that mechanics were working on the problem, but by the end of the day the temperature only dropped to 26C. At around 2 p.m. I decided to go for a walk and met an old friend from law school. She was walking her 1 year old. IMHO the middle of Downtown is not the best place for walking a little baby, but they live nearby, so that's were she walks. She told me that she didn't get back to work, and that her DH's business is doing pretty well, so they can afford that. I wish I could do that too, but I really don't think so. It was nice chit chatting with her and catching up on some old friends as well.
In the evening DH was picking up my Dad from the airport, and I went straight to my parents' house after work. My dad bought me my favourite Czech chocolate, which nobody sells in North America. We actually finished one bar after dinner :) We didn't leave until 11 o'clock, and I only had about 6 hours of sleep, which resulted in a very bitchy yours truly today. My boss was annoying me, my colleagues were annoying me, and I was really really tired. The moral of the story - I have to get at least 7-8 hours of sleep to feel like a normal human being. Although the temperature in the office was much cooler today (back to normal), I again went for my little walk around 3 p.m. as I was getting really tired, and am thinking of making it my daily ritual. We will see how it goes.
Anyways, seeing as the time is moving close to midnight, I do have to get to bed asap, as tomorrow will be a long day too. My oldest nephew is turning 6!!! But that's for the next post. The update u/s will follow on Friday - wish me luck!!!
Friday was the beginning of Yom Kippur which was starting at 6:31 p.m. and of course, out of all Fridays, it was the craziest day ever. I had to finish a major agreement which was supposed to be done in the morning, but of course, IT guys came to switch our telephone system and needed our computers as well. Also, the IT guy who was working in my office didn't connect the phone properly (I was in the washroom at that time). Then I asked them to redo it, and of course, he redid it when I was in a meeting with my boss. Again screwed it up. I was running out of time, so I just told him to forget it and that this pregnant lady would go under the desk and reconnect all the wires herself next time I am in on the weekend. Ugh!!! Really pissed me off. The time of my departure from the office was gradually moving to later and later train, until I hit the point that if I don't catch the next train, I am not going to make it in time. I did send the agreement out to client, and had to almost run to catch the train.
By the time I got home I was all frazzled and stressed out. I looked for the prayer on my ipone on my way home as we were running out of time. When I got home and got the candles out, I still had a few minutes to spare. I told myself to relax and stop thinking about the events of the day, I lit the candles and said a prayer and felt so much at peace... It was a very nice feeling. I had the last meal with DH (it was the last one for him, not for me), and we spent the evening watching TV (I know we are not supposed to watch TV, but we usually do).
When I was looking for times and prayers on one of my favourite Jewish websites, I found an article about fasting by pregnant ladies. It did say that if it is done right and if there are no complications and it is not a high risk pregnancy, it is ok to fast. The comments to that article were priceless (they were on both sides). I sent it to DH and he said "over my dead body". Yep, I didn't plan on fasting either, but I didn't expect such a strong reaction. He said he'll take my sin on him. I didn't ask my OB about fasting and I wasn't making any decisions based on one article. Besides, when they were listing high risk pregnancy they did mention IVF pregnancy, so I decided that I fit in that category.
On Saturday the plan was to try to sleep in as much as possible (if DH doesn't go to synagogue, some years we would get up close to 1 p.m.). But of course, MIL called just after 11 a.m. to see how DH is doing. Needless to say I was pissed. She NEVER calls us on a weekend that early, but she had to do it on Yom Kippur. Of course, we couldn't fall asleep after that. I went downstairs and boiled 2 eggs for my breakfast, which I had with a piece of cheese and some bread. As I was quietly eating in the kitchen, I was thinking about DH upstairs and felt so sorry for him that I had tears streaming down my face (I blame pregnancy hormones!). We did spend a few more hours in front of the TV, then went to see my BIL & SIL who had another friend over as well. The weather was amazing, and we sat at the backyard and chatted for a bit. We went to my sis house thereafter, and they also had a few friends over, but they were sitting inside, so we didn't stay for long. In addition, her live-in was preparing food for the kids, and even though I wasn't hungry I felt bad for DH. When we got home, I had a tomato and an apple. Then my sis came over with the kids and we all went for a walk to a nearby playground, where DH was happy just to sit in the shade and conserve the energy. By the time we got home there was about 1.5 hours left till the end of the fast. We stayed home a bit and then went to BIL & SIL to break the fast. Overall, it was nice to be able to pretty much disconnect from the hectic life. I didn't even turn on my computer, nor checked emails on my iphone. I started thinking a lot about that being the reason for Shabbat. It's the time to be with G-d but also with your family. Since I work on Sundays, Saturdays are always hectic, spent running errands and not too much time with the family. I was thinking that after my maternity leave, I will not agree to work over the weekend as I would want to spend more time with my baby and DH, just some quiet time getting to know each other.
On Sunday we hosted our traditional family breakfast. As I said before, I do love having everyone at our house (our big family and 5 kids plus a little "bun in the oven") My mom stayed with us for a bit, and then DH and I went shopping, and it was very productive. I got some shoes for the fall. We also went to look for a maternity store and it wasn't where I was told it would be (and where I remember it was), so DH & I decided to go to the shoe store next. As we parked and got out of the car to go to the shoe store, I looked up and the maternity store was just one store away. Ha!!! They moved to a new location. So I got 2 pairs of maternity dress pants, and 3 short sleeve shirts (for our November vacation). I've actually got a few long sleeve shirts from Cos.tco which were pretty loose and fit perfectly even with my bulging tummy. So overall, a successful shopping experience. I also promised DH that I would go and see Eli.te Ki.llers with him, which we did on Sunday night, and got our favourite treat - frozen yogourt!
Monday was a big day, and no I am not referring to Thanksgiving (as we don't really celebrate it). My brother was turning 13! Which for a Jewish boy is coming of age. As he is autistic and would not comprehend any religious study, we had our own program. I did promise to take him bowling and he has been mentioning bowling for a few weeks now. So Sunday, I called the bowling place and they said that they were open from 11 to 11. I told them that I want to book one lane for 11 and the girl was like - Uhm we close at 11... to which I replied that I was talking about MORNING!!! I guess it was hard to comprehend that somebody would want to play bowling this early in the morning LOL.
So my mom dropped of my brother at around 10 a.m. and me, DH & him headed to the bowling place. My sis & her DH, my BIL & SIL and my niece and all 3 nephews joined us and we had a blast. Well, at least in the first 30 minutes. As the time was past 45 minutes of bowling, only my oldest nephew was still interested (he is 6 yo), by that point my brother could care less. He would just drop the ball and walk away without even looking if the ball hit any pins. Once we were done it was around 12:30. My sis needed to put her LO to bed, so they left in a hurry. My SIL asked if we wanted to have lunch together as we still had about 3 hours until the party. So we went to a restaurant in the same mall as the bowling alley. My SIL told the waiter that my brother was having his birthday party and on top of having a lunch with us, he got a candle in his sundae and some kind of a happy birthday song courtesy of the restaurant. He was ecstatic!
The restaurant was in the opposite end of the mall from where we parked, and being the only mall in the area which was open on Thanksgiving, it was a challenge just to get to our car. I was exhausted, and asked to go home before going to the party. So my brother and I spent half an hour on the couch resting. He is so tall now, but very thin (unlike the rest of the family). All I could remember is when he was born at 28 weeks, weighting 1kg 105 grams, and losing 100 grams right away, and how we were told that he would not be released from NICU until he reaches 1.5kg. He actually didn't as when he was released just before Christmas, he weighted a bit over 1.4 kg, and fit into one leg of the smallest winter suit that mom and I could find. Then, my brother and I would spend days together, me watching TV after I get back from my morning classes at the university, and him laying on top of my tummy to help with colic. And now, he is all grown up, not as tall as me yet, but almost as tall as my mom. I was 18.5 years old, so he is not only my brother but my first baby.... and I love him to pieces :)
The party was great, we had tons of people at my parents' house, although Dad was away. DH helped to cook at the beginning and then was enjoying the company. I didn't even sit next to him, as the space was limited and both me and my sis were helping our mom with stuff. There were tons of kids too, so my brother had lots of kids to play with (all of them much younger than him, but who is counting). After we had cake the plan was to go for a walk. The city has build a long walking road along a hydro field, and we actually managed to walk over 3 km just chit chatting with my sis, SIL and my cousin. Our DH's were taking care of the kids, plus my sis' MIL was there too taking care of my niece and nephew. Boys were on their bikes and DH was on roller blades. The weather was amazing, so it was very nice to be outside. Most of the guests started leaving after we got back from our walk. But DH and I stayed a bit late as my mom's best friend and her husband came late and were also staying. Her friend had also difficulty in conceiving and keeping the pregnancies, but by the time my mom became friends with her, she had two girls 3 and 5 years old. Now almost 20 years later, her girls are all grown up, but she was still giving me lectures that I should stay off my feet and not run around much :) She means well...
Tuesday was back to work, and the moment I entered the building I knew something was wrong. It felt really warm in the foyer, and I felt like sauna in the offices upstairs. The temperature in my office hit 28.6C. One of the partner's office hit close to 30C. Both partners were walking around red faced. My boss was coming over to my office often reminding me to put cold water on my face and ask me how I was feeling. This was not comfortable, but he never suggested that we go home. The building manager said that mechanics were working on the problem, but by the end of the day the temperature only dropped to 26C. At around 2 p.m. I decided to go for a walk and met an old friend from law school. She was walking her 1 year old. IMHO the middle of Downtown is not the best place for walking a little baby, but they live nearby, so that's were she walks. She told me that she didn't get back to work, and that her DH's business is doing pretty well, so they can afford that. I wish I could do that too, but I really don't think so. It was nice chit chatting with her and catching up on some old friends as well.
In the evening DH was picking up my Dad from the airport, and I went straight to my parents' house after work. My dad bought me my favourite Czech chocolate, which nobody sells in North America. We actually finished one bar after dinner :) We didn't leave until 11 o'clock, and I only had about 6 hours of sleep, which resulted in a very bitchy yours truly today. My boss was annoying me, my colleagues were annoying me, and I was really really tired. The moral of the story - I have to get at least 7-8 hours of sleep to feel like a normal human being. Although the temperature in the office was much cooler today (back to normal), I again went for my little walk around 3 p.m. as I was getting really tired, and am thinking of making it my daily ritual. We will see how it goes.
Anyways, seeing as the time is moving close to midnight, I do have to get to bed asap, as tomorrow will be a long day too. My oldest nephew is turning 6!!! But that's for the next post. The update u/s will follow on Friday - wish me luck!!!
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
17w5d - We've Got Movement!!!
So, October 4th will be one of my most memorable days! We've got movement!!!
After I finished with my post last night, I went pretty much straight to bed. I was laying on my right side thinking about the next day and trying to fall asleep. The thought came to my mind that I should turn, but then I was already half asleep and too lazy to do that, so then I felt a nudge in my tummy. No butterflies, but a kick from the inside! I called DH who was in the office just next to our bedroom and he ran over. I was laying still and could definitely feel some movement. DH told the baby to continue doing what he/she is doing and run to prepare himself for bed. In a few minutes he was by my side, it was pretty quiet down there, and DH put his hand on my tummy. A few seconds after that I could feel another kick. When I felt it I almost jumped it was so unexpected, weird, but oh so coool!!! I almost yelled at DH asking him if he could feel it and he said all he can feel is me moving from excitement. I couldn't believe it that he couldn't feel it as it felt really strong to me (I guess from the inside). DH was a bit upset, but I did tell him that it was a bit too early for him to be able to feel it through all the padding that I have. I turned around, and I think the baby liked that position much better as he/she didn't make his/her presence know anymore and I felt asleep.
I don't think it was the movement from the arms or legs, I think that the baby was either kicking me with his/her head or bum. I also think that the baby is more toward my right side, and that's why he/she didn't like me staying on that side. I have more pains in my right side (I think the baby is pushing on my ovary or something), plus when the OBGYN was searching for a heartbeat he also found it more on the right side of my tummy. I also started to think that may be the little aches and pains that I am feeling are from my bay moving, and I just don't realize it (or don't know what it is like).
The baby is definitely growing, and so does my tummy. The girl at my office who was off for a week, commented today that my tummy did grew. It's hard to notice when I stare at it all the time, but even to me it looks bigger. The weight jumps within 1 kg mark (back and forth), I've had some issues with going to the washroom, so I don't really trust the scale anymore.
My boss has been asking me about my maternity leave and asking me to help with the ad for my replacement. I just sent him an email saying that I'll be leaving in mid February (I am thinking Friday, Feb 10th as Feb 12 will be my 5 year anniversary at the firm). First I was thinking of working till the end of February to ensure that I can take the full advantage of the full 12 months that the government is going to pay me maternity leave, although the max that I can receive from the government is almost 1/3 of my actual salary, which kind of sucks! But, taking a train every morning and trekking Downtown in the middle of winter in my 9th month is not such an appealing idea. So, I told my boss that I am coming back at the end of December beginning of January (probably Monday, January 7, 2013), that would ensure that I'll be with the baby for at least 10 months if the baby is born around his/her due date. It sucks that I have absolutely no benefits at work, although if I remind myself of my friends South of the border, who only have a few month with the baby, I do consider myself pretty lucky. I am not going to look at some countries in Europe who do get a year or more with full salary. Oh well, thank G-d that even with 2 IVFs and 1FET we managed to save some money (not much though) that we can survive on the governmental maternity benefits and DH's income when the baby gets here.
After I finished with my post last night, I went pretty much straight to bed. I was laying on my right side thinking about the next day and trying to fall asleep. The thought came to my mind that I should turn, but then I was already half asleep and too lazy to do that, so then I felt a nudge in my tummy. No butterflies, but a kick from the inside! I called DH who was in the office just next to our bedroom and he ran over. I was laying still and could definitely feel some movement. DH told the baby to continue doing what he/she is doing and run to prepare himself for bed. In a few minutes he was by my side, it was pretty quiet down there, and DH put his hand on my tummy. A few seconds after that I could feel another kick. When I felt it I almost jumped it was so unexpected, weird, but oh so coool!!! I almost yelled at DH asking him if he could feel it and he said all he can feel is me moving from excitement. I couldn't believe it that he couldn't feel it as it felt really strong to me (I guess from the inside). DH was a bit upset, but I did tell him that it was a bit too early for him to be able to feel it through all the padding that I have. I turned around, and I think the baby liked that position much better as he/she didn't make his/her presence know anymore and I felt asleep.
I don't think it was the movement from the arms or legs, I think that the baby was either kicking me with his/her head or bum. I also think that the baby is more toward my right side, and that's why he/she didn't like me staying on that side. I have more pains in my right side (I think the baby is pushing on my ovary or something), plus when the OBGYN was searching for a heartbeat he also found it more on the right side of my tummy. I also started to think that may be the little aches and pains that I am feeling are from my bay moving, and I just don't realize it (or don't know what it is like).
The baby is definitely growing, and so does my tummy. The girl at my office who was off for a week, commented today that my tummy did grew. It's hard to notice when I stare at it all the time, but even to me it looks bigger. The weight jumps within 1 kg mark (back and forth), I've had some issues with going to the washroom, so I don't really trust the scale anymore.
My boss has been asking me about my maternity leave and asking me to help with the ad for my replacement. I just sent him an email saying that I'll be leaving in mid February (I am thinking Friday, Feb 10th as Feb 12 will be my 5 year anniversary at the firm). First I was thinking of working till the end of February to ensure that I can take the full advantage of the full 12 months that the government is going to pay me maternity leave, although the max that I can receive from the government is almost 1/3 of my actual salary, which kind of sucks! But, taking a train every morning and trekking Downtown in the middle of winter in my 9th month is not such an appealing idea. So, I told my boss that I am coming back at the end of December beginning of January (probably Monday, January 7, 2013), that would ensure that I'll be with the baby for at least 10 months if the baby is born around his/her due date. It sucks that I have absolutely no benefits at work, although if I remind myself of my friends South of the border, who only have a few month with the baby, I do consider myself pretty lucky. I am not going to look at some countries in Europe who do get a year or more with full salary. Oh well, thank G-d that even with 2 IVFs and 1FET we managed to save some money (not much though) that we can survive on the governmental maternity benefits and DH's income when the baby gets here.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
16 going on 17 weeks
Well today is 17w6d and I am a bit behind in describing all the events that happened since the last blog almost 2 weeks ago! Those have been a few weeks of firsts!!!
So Saturday (Sept. 24) I had my first Brazilian sugaring. It was a bit painful, but I loved it! and more importantly DH loved it. I definitely decided to maintain it this way close to the delivery, as I was reading the booklet from my hospital and it said 3 times that they do not recommend shaving within the last 4 weeks - only trimming or waxing etc. Interesting, right?
On the same Saturday we went for one of my acquaintance's 30th birthday. As I was the only one pregnant, it was nice to get a bit attention and questions regarding how I am feeling, when the baby due, etc. I haven't been feeling that well, plus didn't dance much so for me it wasn't a really enjoyable evening. I barely made it to midnight so we can go.
The next morning, DH and I were just laying around and he put his hand on my tummy and both him and I could feel some movement - not the "butterfly" that everyone else is describing, which I think is kicking, but probably our baby turning. It also could have been my other bodily functions and we would never know, as it hasn't happen since, and at that point I was only a bit over 16 weeks.
I have also discovered that I am no longer avert to change! Even though all my life I've dreaded change (look at my employment history - 4 years with first employer, 3.5 years with second, and almost 5 years with my present one). But when my favourite site ivf(dot)ca changed it's look and so did yahoo mail, it didn't bother me one bit (although previously I was annoyed when yahoo tried to change their template on me).
Everything is changing, I've created a list of things to do before the baby arrives. Although, we haven't even touched any of the items, I think with every day the I realize more and more that I am actually pregnant and that the baby is coming soon.
I have always been a planner, especially for events being held in our house. Last Wednesday was Rosh Hashana (Jewish New Year), and we were having 25 people (mostly family and relatives and a couple of friends). I started planning the whole thing just a few day before, it is mostly who brings what and make sure that we have all the necessary things. For the past 3 years that we've celebrated Rosh Hashana at our house I would really get excited and plan everything to the littlest detail. This time, I just was too tired to even care.
I left the office on the first train, but when I got to the house I was already exhausted. All I wanted to do is to lay down for a few minutes until guests arrived, but of course, by the time I set the table (DH was cooking) and cleaned up a bit, my cousin and her DH came over to start cooking what they were supposed to bring, so I couldn't just excuse myself and go upstairs to rest. I stayed with them. The funny thing is that when my cousin came she kissed me hello and also kissed my tummy!!! and she did the same thing when she was leaving, and she is the only one (beside DH) who did that. It actually felt a big weird but so so nice!!!
Then when everybody got to our house, I got a very bad heartburn and couldn't eat or drink anything. Of course, my tu.ms were at the office and I had none at home, so for the entire evening I was just drinking kefir (nothing to do with the celebration, but more with it being made from milk and having lots of calcium). After finishing all the prayers, I just laid down on the couch next to the table and just stayed there for the entire evening.
Well, that wasn't fun, but Thursday turned out to be even worse. I threw up!!! for the first time since being pregnant! At 17 weeks!!! Can you imagine? I was in total shock that it happened. Thank G-d I was in the washroom at that time anyways, so all I had to do is turn around, but I hate throwing up!!! I decided not to eat anything after that (all I had was breakfast and then a little apple, which caused all the flurry of the activity). I also left the office on the first train out and walked home. The 30 minute walk seemed to help a bit to calm my nerves and my tummy. I did take a little rest as well, before finally deciding to go to our friends house for the second night of Rosh Hashanah. It was nice, as my parents were there too (so as my sis and my niece).
When we got in the door at my friends house, I could see my niece sitting on the sofa talking to a friend of my friend. My sis was right beside her, so she told me the conversation. My niece told the person next to her that it is her auntie that just came in and that her auntie has a big tummy. Of course, the girl next to her was a bit shocked, until my niece continued that that's because "she has a baby in there". My niece and my dad also decided that we are going to have a girl. Hmmm... My family are so sure its a girl, and that's what scares me. Every time my family unanimously tell me that something is going to be one way, it is ALWAYS happened to be the opposite!!! So I am preparing for a boy... at least for now.
The next morning, Friday (17w1d) we had our next OGBYN apt. For some reason I was dreading it. I didn't want to be touched (even though I was all prepped after my Brazilian), I guess after 4.5 years of TTC my body just finally had enough. But it was not as "painful" as I was picturing it. Again when we came in there was just one more couple in the waiting room. He was done quickly with them. I told the doctor about my heart palpitations and he asked me if I have any caffeine (it turned out that the only caffeine I have had was in chocolate - so no chocolate for me!) He also said that all dull aches and pains I have been experiencing are all growing pains and nothing to worry about.
Then as we moved into the examination room, I asked if we are going to hear the heartbeat, to which the doctor replied "Of course". He took out the little machine and put some cream on my tummy. He then proceeded to look for one, while telling me that it could take a bit and not to worry. To my surprise, I wasn't worried - at all! And then we heard it - the most amazing sound I've ever heard (so far..) DH & I were awestruck, and I did get teary eyed (just a bit). The little things like this help me realize that it is actually happening to me - there is a little person and in 5 months - the 2 are going to be 3!
Saturday, I attended my first class for prenatal yoga. It was a great class! (I felt a few new muscles on Sunday, LOL). Of course, the first girl I talked to also got pregnant through IVFs. The class was full, and the funny thing was that when everyone introduced themselves and told their due date, about 80% of the girls were due in MARCH! Even the teacher commented that it must have been something in the water in June :) When I told DH he said that it was not surprising then that we couldn't get a few OBGYNs that we wanted.
We spent most of Saturday at home, but did get out to go to apple orchard for apple picking. I love the taste of fresh picked apples, and I had a LOT of apples that day!
Sunday was back to the office, and I was feeling very tired, so decided to take the latest train on Monday. I talked to DH and my sis and we decided that from now on I'll be taking a later train in (1 hour more of sleep!!!) and DH will drive me instead of my sis. Well, he only have to get up like 10 minutes earlier than usual. So here we are, I cut my hours by 1 hour a day, which is a great accomplishment for me. The next will be to abolish Sundays. I already told my boss that I am taking the entire long weekend as Friday night Yom Kippur starts and goes on Saturday. Sunday I am taking my brother bowling for his pre birthday gift and Monday will be his actual birthday. My baby brother is turning 13!!!
So, in the past two weeks the overall feelings are - I've become nauseous again! The hot flashes are back too. It's hard for me to sleep through the night, as I wake up either to turn around or to go to pee - which is pretty much every hour! The aches and pains are still here. I also have been having difficulties with my stomach and feel bloated most of the time. I am definitely showing, but nobody notices as I am a big girl to begin with, but even my warm sports pants are too tight now to wear at home, so I am wearing the ones with lower waist and just slide them down below my tummy.
In other great news: the anomaly scan is scheduled for October 14 which is in about 10 days from today. Yei!!!!
Plus, we finally signed up for prenatal classes for the end of January and beginning of February. Those include: labour & delivery, taking care of the baby, breast feeding, and emergency & CPR workshop. The classes fill up quickly so had to register now, but wanted to take them closer to the due date so that at least something remained in our brains when the baby actual gets here.
So that's it for now. Going to bed, and hopefully the next update would not be far behind (probably after the long weekend).
So Saturday (Sept. 24) I had my first Brazilian sugaring. It was a bit painful, but I loved it! and more importantly DH loved it. I definitely decided to maintain it this way close to the delivery, as I was reading the booklet from my hospital and it said 3 times that they do not recommend shaving within the last 4 weeks - only trimming or waxing etc. Interesting, right?
On the same Saturday we went for one of my acquaintance's 30th birthday. As I was the only one pregnant, it was nice to get a bit attention and questions regarding how I am feeling, when the baby due, etc. I haven't been feeling that well, plus didn't dance much so for me it wasn't a really enjoyable evening. I barely made it to midnight so we can go.
The next morning, DH and I were just laying around and he put his hand on my tummy and both him and I could feel some movement - not the "butterfly" that everyone else is describing, which I think is kicking, but probably our baby turning. It also could have been my other bodily functions and we would never know, as it hasn't happen since, and at that point I was only a bit over 16 weeks.
I have also discovered that I am no longer avert to change! Even though all my life I've dreaded change (look at my employment history - 4 years with first employer, 3.5 years with second, and almost 5 years with my present one). But when my favourite site ivf(dot)ca changed it's look and so did yahoo mail, it didn't bother me one bit (although previously I was annoyed when yahoo tried to change their template on me).
Everything is changing, I've created a list of things to do before the baby arrives. Although, we haven't even touched any of the items, I think with every day the I realize more and more that I am actually pregnant and that the baby is coming soon.
I have always been a planner, especially for events being held in our house. Last Wednesday was Rosh Hashana (Jewish New Year), and we were having 25 people (mostly family and relatives and a couple of friends). I started planning the whole thing just a few day before, it is mostly who brings what and make sure that we have all the necessary things. For the past 3 years that we've celebrated Rosh Hashana at our house I would really get excited and plan everything to the littlest detail. This time, I just was too tired to even care.
I left the office on the first train, but when I got to the house I was already exhausted. All I wanted to do is to lay down for a few minutes until guests arrived, but of course, by the time I set the table (DH was cooking) and cleaned up a bit, my cousin and her DH came over to start cooking what they were supposed to bring, so I couldn't just excuse myself and go upstairs to rest. I stayed with them. The funny thing is that when my cousin came she kissed me hello and also kissed my tummy!!! and she did the same thing when she was leaving, and she is the only one (beside DH) who did that. It actually felt a big weird but so so nice!!!
Then when everybody got to our house, I got a very bad heartburn and couldn't eat or drink anything. Of course, my tu.ms were at the office and I had none at home, so for the entire evening I was just drinking kefir (nothing to do with the celebration, but more with it being made from milk and having lots of calcium). After finishing all the prayers, I just laid down on the couch next to the table and just stayed there for the entire evening.
Well, that wasn't fun, but Thursday turned out to be even worse. I threw up!!! for the first time since being pregnant! At 17 weeks!!! Can you imagine? I was in total shock that it happened. Thank G-d I was in the washroom at that time anyways, so all I had to do is turn around, but I hate throwing up!!! I decided not to eat anything after that (all I had was breakfast and then a little apple, which caused all the flurry of the activity). I also left the office on the first train out and walked home. The 30 minute walk seemed to help a bit to calm my nerves and my tummy. I did take a little rest as well, before finally deciding to go to our friends house for the second night of Rosh Hashanah. It was nice, as my parents were there too (so as my sis and my niece).
When we got in the door at my friends house, I could see my niece sitting on the sofa talking to a friend of my friend. My sis was right beside her, so she told me the conversation. My niece told the person next to her that it is her auntie that just came in and that her auntie has a big tummy. Of course, the girl next to her was a bit shocked, until my niece continued that that's because "she has a baby in there". My niece and my dad also decided that we are going to have a girl. Hmmm... My family are so sure its a girl, and that's what scares me. Every time my family unanimously tell me that something is going to be one way, it is ALWAYS happened to be the opposite!!! So I am preparing for a boy... at least for now.
The next morning, Friday (17w1d) we had our next OGBYN apt. For some reason I was dreading it. I didn't want to be touched (even though I was all prepped after my Brazilian), I guess after 4.5 years of TTC my body just finally had enough. But it was not as "painful" as I was picturing it. Again when we came in there was just one more couple in the waiting room. He was done quickly with them. I told the doctor about my heart palpitations and he asked me if I have any caffeine (it turned out that the only caffeine I have had was in chocolate - so no chocolate for me!) He also said that all dull aches and pains I have been experiencing are all growing pains and nothing to worry about.
Then as we moved into the examination room, I asked if we are going to hear the heartbeat, to which the doctor replied "Of course". He took out the little machine and put some cream on my tummy. He then proceeded to look for one, while telling me that it could take a bit and not to worry. To my surprise, I wasn't worried - at all! And then we heard it - the most amazing sound I've ever heard (so far..) DH & I were awestruck, and I did get teary eyed (just a bit). The little things like this help me realize that it is actually happening to me - there is a little person and in 5 months - the 2 are going to be 3!
Saturday, I attended my first class for prenatal yoga. It was a great class! (I felt a few new muscles on Sunday, LOL). Of course, the first girl I talked to also got pregnant through IVFs. The class was full, and the funny thing was that when everyone introduced themselves and told their due date, about 80% of the girls were due in MARCH! Even the teacher commented that it must have been something in the water in June :) When I told DH he said that it was not surprising then that we couldn't get a few OBGYNs that we wanted.
We spent most of Saturday at home, but did get out to go to apple orchard for apple picking. I love the taste of fresh picked apples, and I had a LOT of apples that day!
Sunday was back to the office, and I was feeling very tired, so decided to take the latest train on Monday. I talked to DH and my sis and we decided that from now on I'll be taking a later train in (1 hour more of sleep!!!) and DH will drive me instead of my sis. Well, he only have to get up like 10 minutes earlier than usual. So here we are, I cut my hours by 1 hour a day, which is a great accomplishment for me. The next will be to abolish Sundays. I already told my boss that I am taking the entire long weekend as Friday night Yom Kippur starts and goes on Saturday. Sunday I am taking my brother bowling for his pre birthday gift and Monday will be his actual birthday. My baby brother is turning 13!!!
So, in the past two weeks the overall feelings are - I've become nauseous again! The hot flashes are back too. It's hard for me to sleep through the night, as I wake up either to turn around or to go to pee - which is pretty much every hour! The aches and pains are still here. I also have been having difficulties with my stomach and feel bloated most of the time. I am definitely showing, but nobody notices as I am a big girl to begin with, but even my warm sports pants are too tight now to wear at home, so I am wearing the ones with lower waist and just slide them down below my tummy.
In other great news: the anomaly scan is scheduled for October 14 which is in about 10 days from today. Yei!!!!
Plus, we finally signed up for prenatal classes for the end of January and beginning of February. Those include: labour & delivery, taking care of the baby, breast feeding, and emergency & CPR workshop. The classes fill up quickly so had to register now, but wanted to take them closer to the due date so that at least something remained in our brains when the baby actual gets here.
So that's it for now. Going to bed, and hopefully the next update would not be far behind (probably after the long weekend).
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
15 weeks & Trip to Ohio
This was a very eventful week and I had no strength to get to my computer at home until today. I've been EXHAUSTED. Have to have a chat with my boss on Sunday (yep, still working Sundays) and cut my hours back, otherwise he is not going to get much productivity out of me. But I'll start from the time I left off at my last post.
So last week Tuesday my uncle did flew in from overseas, and once it was confirmed that he landed and an approximate time he will be home, DH & I drove to his house. The added bonus - my cousin and her husband were also there, but my parents didn't arrive yet. As we said our hello's, my aunt asked if I wanted some wine and I said NO we are not drinking (I did use "WE"), then I continued looking at my uncle that I wanted him to be in TO in March. He asked whether I'll be travelling to L (where I was born) and want to stay in his house there. I told him "NO, I won't be able to travel at that time". A this point, I could see that my aunt realized what was happening and started beaming, but didn't say a word, as I was pressing on. I said to my uncle "d.V. I can't drink, and I can't travel, why do you think that is?" At that point my cousin entered the room and yelled "Are you pregnant?" Needless to say they were all ecstatic (as they kind of knew that we wanted to have a baby for a long time, but not the extent of our TTC journey). So then my uncle kept asking if my dad knew, and at that point my parents came. We had a lovely evening with most of the conversation centred around my pregnancy and the baby.
I thought that my uncle was a bit upset and I wanted to talk to my dad about it, but was very busy in the office on Wednesday. Instead, around lunch time I got a call from my dad who said that d.V. called and said that he was upset that my dad didn't tell him before as he knew for some time now. I am lucky that my dad read my mind and told d.V. the exact thing that I would have told him - he said that those are very exciting news that I wanted to tell him in person and not over the phone, and that once I knew that he was coming home I dropped everything and went to him right away to tell him the news in person - well, my uncles was pleased!
So then on Wednesday evening I decided to call my other cousin in TO ("N") who I don't see or talk to much, not because I don't want to but because they decided to leave at the opposite side of the City and by the time I get home I don't really want to talk to anybody. Anyways, I called her and asked her about her school (she went back to college this fall) and then her work (as she worked at the same place where I started my career), then I told her that I can't wait until I leave my work in 5 months. She asked if it was forever and I said, nope, probably for a year. Then she clicked and asked if I was pregnant, and I said "yep". At that moment I had to move away from the phone as she was literally screaming in my ear - happy scream. I didn't expect such a reaction and was a bit shocked. She asked if she can tell her husband and her mom (my aunt) and I said, of course, and she wanted to call them right away - as I looked at the time (it was 10:30 p.m.) I told her that neither her husband nor her mom would be happy waking up t 5:30 a.m. We actually ended up talking for another 30 minutes and when we finished she said that she has to tell someone the great news and it would be ok to wake up her husband at 6:00am :) After I finished with her, I was too tired to pack, so just went to sleep.
Thursday morning, I started with packing my suit case, well actually I gathered all the things I was taking for the weekend onto my dresser and DH was to pack it once he gathered all his stuff. We managed to leave TO at around 7:30 p.m., crossing the border was pretty quick, the immigration/customs person just looked at our trunk and the bags of food (mostly fruit) and let us go. We stopped at a nice hotel about 5 hours into our trip and in the morning had only 3 more hours to drive.
On our way to Cincinnati, we stopped at the outlet mall, but i wasn't in the mood to buy anything, although DH managed to get a few things that he wanted for some time. We were at our friends house by 3 p.m. Her DH was working but she made a nice lunch (yummy) and bought a cheesecake (double yummy!). So after we finished with all the food we decided to go for a walk. She recommended a park nearby that her and her hubby really liked. I was lucky that they had washrooms along the trails as we took two long trails (took us over 1.5 hours) and by the time we were done it was already getting pretty dark. It was a great work out though! I could feel all my muscles as I don't really exercise much (although I should!). We got home at the same time as her husband came over. The guys of course had some drinks and me and my friend just had a glass of milk each :) We finished our night at a local pub where the guys had more to drink, and the ladies enjoyed caffeine free iced tea.
The next morning we had a long breakfast as we were catching up on a lot of stuff. The plan was to go to one store and then for a walk in Downtown. Well the guys decided that while we got to the store they will go to a number of dealerships to look at cars. The thing is that right now we only have one car, and DH & I decided that we will need a second car when the baby comes as I'll be home alone with the baby during the day and there is not much i can do within a walking distance from our car. To make the story short, we managed to go to a few stores and malls while guys were going to one dealership after another. Then we didn't have time to go for a walk Downtown as we had reservations at a Brazilian restaurant, which was not bad as it was the first time in a long time I was able to eat meat. There was another nice surprise - a huge Oktober.fest right next to the restaurant, and we spent some time being squished by all sorts of people drinking beer and eating German food and listening to German music. DH loved it and wanted to stay there for a while, I didn't mind either, but our friends were not enjoying so many people (and there were lots and lots of people) so we went home and continued to party there (well, boys continued and I bid good night around midnight).
Sunday we were thinking of leaving at around noon - 1 p.m., but had such a great time just talking about different stuff that we didn't get to our car close to 2 p.m. and then continued talking just standing there for a good quarter of an hour. I was so sad to leave. I know that we are going to see them again in November when all of us would go to our "babymoon", but she is one of my best friends and it was so hard to say good bye. The drive was almost uneventful. The guy at the border didn't even look at our passports (Canadian security - go figure...). We did hit some traffic about 2 hours away from home that delayed our arrival by over 30 minutes.
I was happy that I didn't gain any weight while vising Ohio, but I had a very bad constipation on Sunday and Monday and by Tuesday gained a whole 1 kg. I really hope that it's because of that. I guess we'll see tomorrow.
I am happy to report that I did get my be.lla band while we were in the States, and I am loving it!!! I used it with my jeans while I was there and with my dress pants (NOT the fat ones) at work this week.
Monday and Tuesday were crazy busy at work (as was expected). I am getting tired by around 3 p.m., by 5 p.m. I am exhausted and by the time I leave (which is 7:20 p.m., I am completely brain dead!). So the standard operating procedure at home is just eating salad in front of the TV and going to sleep. Although, yesterday the procedure changed a bit as we BDed just before going to sleep and it was amazing! We both finally could let go of our fears for the baby and just enjoy it the way we used to. Yei for us!!!
Today, I was exhausted the moment I got up, and also have had a headache since the morning. The headache got so bad by mid day that I think it turned in to a migraine as I got very nauseous, it was hard to concentrate on work at all. I managed to leave by 6:20 p.m. to get an earlier train, so I could relax at home.
It's funny but my 4 y.o. niece called me today (using face talk through iPhone with my sis' help of course) and she told me that she wants a baby girl cousin so she can play with her. When I asked her whether she is going to play with her cousin if its going to be a boy, she thought about it and said that she will. She started talking again, but I couldn't hear her as the TV was on, so I moved to another room just in time to hear her say to me that I should not be upset if it is a boy. She also said that she is coming to my baby shower and will help to organize it with her mommy. And that she will bring a small present for the baby as the baby is small and then when the baby is going to be bigger (like 4, 5, 6 years old) she'll bring the baby a bigger present. She was so cute, just from the shower and sitting in her bed. I blew her a kiss and told her that I love her and she kissed the phone and said that she love me too. I was so touched by this conversation!!!
So last week Tuesday my uncle did flew in from overseas, and once it was confirmed that he landed and an approximate time he will be home, DH & I drove to his house. The added bonus - my cousin and her husband were also there, but my parents didn't arrive yet. As we said our hello's, my aunt asked if I wanted some wine and I said NO we are not drinking (I did use "WE"), then I continued looking at my uncle that I wanted him to be in TO in March. He asked whether I'll be travelling to L (where I was born) and want to stay in his house there. I told him "NO, I won't be able to travel at that time". A this point, I could see that my aunt realized what was happening and started beaming, but didn't say a word, as I was pressing on. I said to my uncle "d.V. I can't drink, and I can't travel, why do you think that is?" At that point my cousin entered the room and yelled "Are you pregnant?" Needless to say they were all ecstatic (as they kind of knew that we wanted to have a baby for a long time, but not the extent of our TTC journey). So then my uncle kept asking if my dad knew, and at that point my parents came. We had a lovely evening with most of the conversation centred around my pregnancy and the baby.
I thought that my uncle was a bit upset and I wanted to talk to my dad about it, but was very busy in the office on Wednesday. Instead, around lunch time I got a call from my dad who said that d.V. called and said that he was upset that my dad didn't tell him before as he knew for some time now. I am lucky that my dad read my mind and told d.V. the exact thing that I would have told him - he said that those are very exciting news that I wanted to tell him in person and not over the phone, and that once I knew that he was coming home I dropped everything and went to him right away to tell him the news in person - well, my uncles was pleased!
So then on Wednesday evening I decided to call my other cousin in TO ("N") who I don't see or talk to much, not because I don't want to but because they decided to leave at the opposite side of the City and by the time I get home I don't really want to talk to anybody. Anyways, I called her and asked her about her school (she went back to college this fall) and then her work (as she worked at the same place where I started my career), then I told her that I can't wait until I leave my work in 5 months. She asked if it was forever and I said, nope, probably for a year. Then she clicked and asked if I was pregnant, and I said "yep". At that moment I had to move away from the phone as she was literally screaming in my ear - happy scream. I didn't expect such a reaction and was a bit shocked. She asked if she can tell her husband and her mom (my aunt) and I said, of course, and she wanted to call them right away - as I looked at the time (it was 10:30 p.m.) I told her that neither her husband nor her mom would be happy waking up t 5:30 a.m. We actually ended up talking for another 30 minutes and when we finished she said that she has to tell someone the great news and it would be ok to wake up her husband at 6:00am :) After I finished with her, I was too tired to pack, so just went to sleep.
Thursday morning, I started with packing my suit case, well actually I gathered all the things I was taking for the weekend onto my dresser and DH was to pack it once he gathered all his stuff. We managed to leave TO at around 7:30 p.m., crossing the border was pretty quick, the immigration/customs person just looked at our trunk and the bags of food (mostly fruit) and let us go. We stopped at a nice hotel about 5 hours into our trip and in the morning had only 3 more hours to drive.
On our way to Cincinnati, we stopped at the outlet mall, but i wasn't in the mood to buy anything, although DH managed to get a few things that he wanted for some time. We were at our friends house by 3 p.m. Her DH was working but she made a nice lunch (yummy) and bought a cheesecake (double yummy!). So after we finished with all the food we decided to go for a walk. She recommended a park nearby that her and her hubby really liked. I was lucky that they had washrooms along the trails as we took two long trails (took us over 1.5 hours) and by the time we were done it was already getting pretty dark. It was a great work out though! I could feel all my muscles as I don't really exercise much (although I should!). We got home at the same time as her husband came over. The guys of course had some drinks and me and my friend just had a glass of milk each :) We finished our night at a local pub where the guys had more to drink, and the ladies enjoyed caffeine free iced tea.
The next morning we had a long breakfast as we were catching up on a lot of stuff. The plan was to go to one store and then for a walk in Downtown. Well the guys decided that while we got to the store they will go to a number of dealerships to look at cars. The thing is that right now we only have one car, and DH & I decided that we will need a second car when the baby comes as I'll be home alone with the baby during the day and there is not much i can do within a walking distance from our car. To make the story short, we managed to go to a few stores and malls while guys were going to one dealership after another. Then we didn't have time to go for a walk Downtown as we had reservations at a Brazilian restaurant, which was not bad as it was the first time in a long time I was able to eat meat. There was another nice surprise - a huge Oktober.fest right next to the restaurant, and we spent some time being squished by all sorts of people drinking beer and eating German food and listening to German music. DH loved it and wanted to stay there for a while, I didn't mind either, but our friends were not enjoying so many people (and there were lots and lots of people) so we went home and continued to party there (well, boys continued and I bid good night around midnight).
Sunday we were thinking of leaving at around noon - 1 p.m., but had such a great time just talking about different stuff that we didn't get to our car close to 2 p.m. and then continued talking just standing there for a good quarter of an hour. I was so sad to leave. I know that we are going to see them again in November when all of us would go to our "babymoon", but she is one of my best friends and it was so hard to say good bye. The drive was almost uneventful. The guy at the border didn't even look at our passports (Canadian security - go figure...). We did hit some traffic about 2 hours away from home that delayed our arrival by over 30 minutes.
I was happy that I didn't gain any weight while vising Ohio, but I had a very bad constipation on Sunday and Monday and by Tuesday gained a whole 1 kg. I really hope that it's because of that. I guess we'll see tomorrow.
I am happy to report that I did get my be.lla band while we were in the States, and I am loving it!!! I used it with my jeans while I was there and with my dress pants (NOT the fat ones) at work this week.
Monday and Tuesday were crazy busy at work (as was expected). I am getting tired by around 3 p.m., by 5 p.m. I am exhausted and by the time I leave (which is 7:20 p.m., I am completely brain dead!). So the standard operating procedure at home is just eating salad in front of the TV and going to sleep. Although, yesterday the procedure changed a bit as we BDed just before going to sleep and it was amazing! We both finally could let go of our fears for the baby and just enjoy it the way we used to. Yei for us!!!
Today, I was exhausted the moment I got up, and also have had a headache since the morning. The headache got so bad by mid day that I think it turned in to a migraine as I got very nauseous, it was hard to concentrate on work at all. I managed to leave by 6:20 p.m. to get an earlier train, so I could relax at home.
It's funny but my 4 y.o. niece called me today (using face talk through iPhone with my sis' help of course) and she told me that she wants a baby girl cousin so she can play with her. When I asked her whether she is going to play with her cousin if its going to be a boy, she thought about it and said that she will. She started talking again, but I couldn't hear her as the TV was on, so I moved to another room just in time to hear her say to me that I should not be upset if it is a boy. She also said that she is coming to my baby shower and will help to organize it with her mommy. And that she will bring a small present for the baby as the baby is small and then when the baby is going to be bigger (like 4, 5, 6 years old) she'll bring the baby a bigger present. She was so cute, just from the shower and sitting in her bed. I blew her a kiss and told her that I love her and she kissed the phone and said that she love me too. I was so touched by this conversation!!!
Monday, September 12, 2011
14 weeks
It's Monday night and I am writing my post for this week (which I usually do on Wednesday or Thursday), but I had so many thoughts and new feelings today that I just have to "write" them down.
I couldn't fall asleep last night. I was nauseous and rally tired, but couldn't sleep, but when I finally fell a sleep I had a dream. DH asked if it was a nice dream or a bad dream, and I couldn't even answer this question. I was in the hospital waiting room with my baby in my arms, but with the umbilical cord still connecting us. I was told that I have to had a c-section as there was a lot of umbilical cord left in me and it all tangled and the baby is not getting nutrition. So I was sitting in the waiting room, waiting for the surgery and breast feeding my baby. Weird, right? But the thing is that I am not so worked up about the dream itself but by the feelings it evoked. The entire morning I was missing my baby, I really wanted to hold him/her in my arms, to the point where my heart is aching. I just long for my baby, and I can't even describe it. This is the first time that I actually felt a connection to the little soul that is inside me.
I was also bored at work a bit (shhh, don't tell my boss) and I was browsing other blogs and looking at the belly pictures. I did realize today that my tummy does feel bigger and the "fat" pants starting to hurt much more (and stay open pretty much from the moment I get to my office to the second I have to get out to meet people or go home). But once I looked that the belly pics of thin people at around the same stage, they looked HUGE, and I dawned on me. I am showing! There is actually more baby in my tummy than there is fat. And that's so so cool. I can't wait until our US trip this weekend when I can pick up my be.lla band, and be able to wear other pants as well. My secretary actually touched my tummy today and was surprised on how firm it is. Yes, there is a baby inside, and the realization of this made me very happy.
So, Thursday last week we crossed the 14th week threshold and are nearing 15th week soon. I am happy to report that after I lost 2 kg, I've only gained less than 0.5 kg, and since I decided that I am not gaining more than 6 kg (15lb), I am happy with that, although the last two days were a bit tough with more stuff coming in than coming out (if you know what I mean). I hope that problem gets resolved quickly as I can see the weight gradually going up, but I attribute it to the food that I store inside me. I do get nauseous still if I don't eat on time or when I get tired and in the evenings. Food aversions are still pretty strong as I can't eat fish or meat. Last week DH made me a cold soup that I really loved - it's the same that my mom used to make for me - with boiled potatoes and spinach, with kefir, hard boiled egg, fresh cucumbers and reddish (yummy!!!). It was great when it was hot outside as this soup is eaten cold, but when the temperatures dipped closer to the end of the week, it was less fun. So DH made me borsch, but without potatoes and without meat. In stead he put red beans, and with sour cream it is just delicious!!!
Well, DH is not the only cook in the family. Sunday morning, before heading to the office, I made french toast and DH loved it, and I ended up eating 2 pieces at breakfast and took 2 more with me to the office (and borsch, of course :) ). So that was Sunday, but Saturday, DH was cooking breakfast as we had my family and MIL for breakfast. Friday night I went to visit my parents after work, and when my mom asked about breakfast on Saturday, I told her that all I wanted to do is sleep. Well when DH showed up to pick me up, he was quickly charmed by my mom to agreeing to host breakfast.
After breakfast on Saturday, me, my mom and my brother went shopping, and I splurged on buying 4 bras (the normal everyday ones, not anything pregnancy or breast feeding related). After we came back from shopping, my mom, my brother and I just hanged out at our backyard in the shade, which was amazing. It was pretty hot outside, but with in the shade it was just perfect. I got a call from my friends and they invited us to go to Yorkville to try to see some actors who are in town for TI.FF. We had an amazing time. We haven't seen any celebrities, but I've never seen so many people in Yorkville who waited for hours next to the entrances to hotels and restaurants to have a glance at celebrities. It was nice to hang around with my friends, and actually my BIL & SIL went as well and took their van so we all snuggled in in one car. Didn't get home until 2 a.m., and was hard to get up at 10:30 a.m. on Sunday to go to the office.
My uncle is flying in tomorrow, and I want to visit him to tell him the news. My sis was with our cousin on Saturday and was texting and phoning me on whether she can spill the beans to my cousin. I told her no, that I want my uncle to know first. My uncle has a special place in my heart, even though I don't see him often. I am his favourite niece and he is my only uncle (my mom has 3 sisters). I want to tell him first before any of his children know, and I so hope my sis kept her mouth shut! She told me this morning that she is perplexed as to my order of people I want to tell about my pregnancy. My question to her (which I didn't tell her there) is why the hell you care?!?!? Not your pregnancy, not your news!!! How hard is it to respect a pregnant person's wishes, especially when that person struggled for 4.5 years to get to this point. I am just getting pissed at her more and more!!! She was also giving me a hard time that we didn't invite her to go with us on Saturday night as this was the only weekend my BIL was not working. Well, it was arrange by HER best friend, and he told us that she had no one to be with the kids. They do have a live-in but she is off on the weekends, and our parents live about 30 minutes away, so she rarely goes out with us on the weekends unless the nanny is home. But, no, it somehow turned out my fault that her best friend misinterpreted what she said. I called and spoke to DH after getting text messages from my sis, and DH had to calm me down. I am so tired of her constant "naezdi" (there is just no direct translation in English that I can think of right now for this word).
The next couple of days will be very busy at the office, as my boss is treating me going away for a weekend and taking Friday off like a major holiday. I have no clue how stressful it is going to be before I go away for 1.5 weeks in November. Oh well. I guess we will deal with it once we get there. For now, I am happy to see my prego friend in the U.S. so the next update will probably be in about a week, when I'll be over 15 weeks pregnant :) as per my ticker collection, as of today, 178 days to go!!!
I couldn't fall asleep last night. I was nauseous and rally tired, but couldn't sleep, but when I finally fell a sleep I had a dream. DH asked if it was a nice dream or a bad dream, and I couldn't even answer this question. I was in the hospital waiting room with my baby in my arms, but with the umbilical cord still connecting us. I was told that I have to had a c-section as there was a lot of umbilical cord left in me and it all tangled and the baby is not getting nutrition. So I was sitting in the waiting room, waiting for the surgery and breast feeding my baby. Weird, right? But the thing is that I am not so worked up about the dream itself but by the feelings it evoked. The entire morning I was missing my baby, I really wanted to hold him/her in my arms, to the point where my heart is aching. I just long for my baby, and I can't even describe it. This is the first time that I actually felt a connection to the little soul that is inside me.
I was also bored at work a bit (shhh, don't tell my boss) and I was browsing other blogs and looking at the belly pictures. I did realize today that my tummy does feel bigger and the "fat" pants starting to hurt much more (and stay open pretty much from the moment I get to my office to the second I have to get out to meet people or go home). But once I looked that the belly pics of thin people at around the same stage, they looked HUGE, and I dawned on me. I am showing! There is actually more baby in my tummy than there is fat. And that's so so cool. I can't wait until our US trip this weekend when I can pick up my be.lla band, and be able to wear other pants as well. My secretary actually touched my tummy today and was surprised on how firm it is. Yes, there is a baby inside, and the realization of this made me very happy.
So, Thursday last week we crossed the 14th week threshold and are nearing 15th week soon. I am happy to report that after I lost 2 kg, I've only gained less than 0.5 kg, and since I decided that I am not gaining more than 6 kg (15lb), I am happy with that, although the last two days were a bit tough with more stuff coming in than coming out (if you know what I mean). I hope that problem gets resolved quickly as I can see the weight gradually going up, but I attribute it to the food that I store inside me. I do get nauseous still if I don't eat on time or when I get tired and in the evenings. Food aversions are still pretty strong as I can't eat fish or meat. Last week DH made me a cold soup that I really loved - it's the same that my mom used to make for me - with boiled potatoes and spinach, with kefir, hard boiled egg, fresh cucumbers and reddish (yummy!!!). It was great when it was hot outside as this soup is eaten cold, but when the temperatures dipped closer to the end of the week, it was less fun. So DH made me borsch, but without potatoes and without meat. In stead he put red beans, and with sour cream it is just delicious!!!
Well, DH is not the only cook in the family. Sunday morning, before heading to the office, I made french toast and DH loved it, and I ended up eating 2 pieces at breakfast and took 2 more with me to the office (and borsch, of course :) ). So that was Sunday, but Saturday, DH was cooking breakfast as we had my family and MIL for breakfast. Friday night I went to visit my parents after work, and when my mom asked about breakfast on Saturday, I told her that all I wanted to do is sleep. Well when DH showed up to pick me up, he was quickly charmed by my mom to agreeing to host breakfast.
After breakfast on Saturday, me, my mom and my brother went shopping, and I splurged on buying 4 bras (the normal everyday ones, not anything pregnancy or breast feeding related). After we came back from shopping, my mom, my brother and I just hanged out at our backyard in the shade, which was amazing. It was pretty hot outside, but with in the shade it was just perfect. I got a call from my friends and they invited us to go to Yorkville to try to see some actors who are in town for TI.FF. We had an amazing time. We haven't seen any celebrities, but I've never seen so many people in Yorkville who waited for hours next to the entrances to hotels and restaurants to have a glance at celebrities. It was nice to hang around with my friends, and actually my BIL & SIL went as well and took their van so we all snuggled in in one car. Didn't get home until 2 a.m., and was hard to get up at 10:30 a.m. on Sunday to go to the office.
My uncle is flying in tomorrow, and I want to visit him to tell him the news. My sis was with our cousin on Saturday and was texting and phoning me on whether she can spill the beans to my cousin. I told her no, that I want my uncle to know first. My uncle has a special place in my heart, even though I don't see him often. I am his favourite niece and he is my only uncle (my mom has 3 sisters). I want to tell him first before any of his children know, and I so hope my sis kept her mouth shut! She told me this morning that she is perplexed as to my order of people I want to tell about my pregnancy. My question to her (which I didn't tell her there) is why the hell you care?!?!? Not your pregnancy, not your news!!! How hard is it to respect a pregnant person's wishes, especially when that person struggled for 4.5 years to get to this point. I am just getting pissed at her more and more!!! She was also giving me a hard time that we didn't invite her to go with us on Saturday night as this was the only weekend my BIL was not working. Well, it was arrange by HER best friend, and he told us that she had no one to be with the kids. They do have a live-in but she is off on the weekends, and our parents live about 30 minutes away, so she rarely goes out with us on the weekends unless the nanny is home. But, no, it somehow turned out my fault that her best friend misinterpreted what she said. I called and spoke to DH after getting text messages from my sis, and DH had to calm me down. I am so tired of her constant "naezdi" (there is just no direct translation in English that I can think of right now for this word).
The next couple of days will be very busy at the office, as my boss is treating me going away for a weekend and taking Friday off like a major holiday. I have no clue how stressful it is going to be before I go away for 1.5 weeks in November. Oh well. I guess we will deal with it once we get there. For now, I am happy to see my prego friend in the U.S. so the next update will probably be in about a week, when I'll be over 15 weeks pregnant :) as per my ticker collection, as of today, 178 days to go!!!
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
13 weeks and first OBGYN apt!
Last Friday (13w1d) was our first apt with OBGYN. We arrived at his office at exactly 9:30 a.m., and the reception was --- empty! Yep, at my old OBGYN (who I had before all the IF struggles) always had a reception full of people and waiting times of a few hours. I was pleasantly surprised to say the least. His receptionist also turned out to be very nice we completed all the forms and confirmed all information. DH asked her about parking, as the parking meter machine was out of order, and as she told him there was another one he decided to go back and pay so as not to get the ticket. He wasn't gone for 2 minutes when the doctor called me in. He turned out to be an older gentlemen but with a good sense of humour. We went through my medical history (including how this baby was conceived). He also asked me if I have any questions, which I had (and I wrote them down too). By the time DH arrived, we finished going trough all my questions. He assured me that both BD and exercise are all good, as long as I don't do high impact (like aerobics). We then proceeded into the exam room. As we were walking towards the examination room, the doc told me that since I've been poked and probed a lot in the past few months, at this time he would only do an external exam. He touched my tummy and said that the he can feel the baby and that it is a bit bigger than 13 weeks I am. He had a student there as well, who also touched me and said that the baby feels more like 16-17 weeks. Well, I am not placing any emphasis on that opinion as he is a student. As I was thinking further after I left the office, I thought that they would ask me to pee before the apt (as that's what others told me they were asked to do) so I was pretty full, and that might have pushed the baby up more. Anyways, I am not worried. The doc also talked about my diet and said that he wants me to gain about 10 kg. But, as DH and I were discussing it later, the doc didn't take into account me being extremely overweight and Health Canada guidelines only allow me 5-9 kg. I am trying to stick with 6 kg from my weight right now (and I hope that even full term I would not be as big as I was at one point in the past 4 years). We were in and out of the OBGYN in 30 min. Which was also amazing!
As I got to the office there was of course emergencies just waiting for me, so I didn't end up leaving until after 8:30 p.m. (and that's on a Friday before the long weekend). I went to my parents house and complained that my OBGYN didn't use a doppler, so my dad got a stethoscope that they use to measure blood pressure, and started probing my tummy. Surprisingly, he found the heart beat. It sounded very distant and I am still not 100% convinced that it was it (as he gave me to listen too), but I did hear something.
Saturday morning the cleaning lady was coming (oh how we both love our cleaning lady). So we were both up pretty early cleaning the house before the cleaning lady. Yep have to tidy up the place a bit. Then we decided to go our for breakfast and the only people who agreed to come were my mom and my brother, so we had a nice family lunch. And since we arrived early the place was not really full yet. I then had my first pedicure since the spring. My SIL got me all scared telling me that a pedicure is a no-no, as I was not supposed to put my feet in hot water. I thought it only applied to the first trimester so was happy to book my pedi once we were past that deadline, but she insisted that I should not go through with it and that she didn't do hers during both of her pregnancies. She got me so paranoid that I spent a few hours on the internet, which only objections to pedi is that infection might be bad and the fumes might make you nauseous. Then I called my sis, who said that she went for pedi every few weeks through out both of her pregnancies. So, I went, and it was amazing! I told them to not make the water hot as I was pregnant (yep I said that to a stranger :) ) and they made my water barely warm, but I still enjoyed it. As it was really hot and humid outside, we spent most of the Saturday in front of a TV, but then around 7 p.m. I decided that I want to go for a walk. That was not a good idea. I don't know what the temperature was but it was very humid so even leisurely walking I was out of breath by the time we reached 1.5km mark, and we were the furthest away from our house (we were making a circle), so by the time we reached BIL & SIL's house (3km all together) we were both sweaty and red faced. It was nice to step into an a/c house. We spent the evening at their house as they had friends over who are DH's child friends as well.
Sunday we decided to sleep in as much as possible (even with me getting up to pee 2-3 times per night). We were in bed just lounging around and just joking and playing with each other, and one thing led to the other and we actually BD!!! Yes, first time in beginning of June. At the beginning it was a bit awkward as we tried to chose a position to not to hurt the baby (and squish the mommy) much and still felt a bit guilty about doing it with the baby inside, but boy was it very very pleasurable. ;) We again spent some time having a breakfast and just vegging out in front of the TV and then decided go to Lakeshore. DH took his roller-blades and went for a ride, and I just walked for an hour. Near the lake the breeze was nice and cool, and as I was walking near the water I was imagining how next summer I'll be taking our baby for a stroll here (although the driving there is a bit of a pain, I think I can manage). I love Lakeshore. I remembered that every time in the past 4 years when we would go there, I would imagine me with a stroller (as other moms around me) and this time it was very close to reality. I have a little soul inside me, which is growing and before we know it will be a part of our family. I can't wait to meet you...
The walk was very invigorating, and I was happy to go for a walk 2 days in a row. We then decided to go to the movies and as I wasn't in he mood for anything serious or action, we saw Our idiot brother, which I found was a nice movie (and funny at times) to watch before going to bed.
Monday was a holiday, so more time in bed, although no BDing this time around. I had to help my dad's friend's daughter with some docs, so by mid day DH drove me to her house. She turned out to be really nice, she had a baby 6 weeks ago. So I told her that I was pregnant and the first thing that she said to me is "You can't imagine how the baby will change your life". We did go through the topics of her pregnancy, labour and breastfeeding, and managed to do it in 15 min as DH was waiting for me in the car (he is a bit introvert and doesn't really like meeting new people). The baby was cute too.
As we drove north to meet this girl, we decided to drive West to Kleinburg a nice little town where I love to walk (plus they have a pretty big park). The problem was that it was freaking freezing (I bet not more than 15C) plus we were supposed to get to my SIL's house as it was her mom's birthday. We did have a nice stroll through the main street and then back to the car to get warm with a stop at Star.bucks for me to pee :). At least I got in 30 min of walking on Monday too. The bbq at SIL's house was uneventful and it being a night before going back to work we went home pretty early.
Tuesday, the boss was back, so no more hardly working for me. So both Tuesday and today were very busy days at the office. The good think is that my nausea is subsiding (or so I thought) although today (Wednesday) it has been pretty bad. My bbs hurt too, plus everything else down there. I think the baby is shuffling things around to extend his/her home as I have pains in my uterus, ovaries and kidneys as well as lower back. Oh well, as long as the baby is healthy and growing.
Even with all my "padding" I can feel the hard places on my lower tummy where the baby is. The girl at my work (who I don't really like) telling me every day that I am starting to show (and all i want to do is just hit her hard so she leaves me alone). Anyways, I can also feel the fullness in my lower tummy which I think is my uterus, placenta and the baby.
My sis bought me a stretch cream that she used. So I used it for the first time after the shower on Sunday, and omg it stinks!!! I don't like the smell, and DH doesn't like the smell, but I am not about to throw out $40 worth of product. So I am sticking with it until it is done and then asking DH to order me a different one on line, which my prego friend recommended. I just talked to her and she just got that different cream herself and says that to her that cream doesn't smell bad. Well, I'll be visiting her next week and will smell it for myself first before ordering it. The other good thing, is that she told me that my be.lla bands have arrived! Yei!!! I can't wait to try them on. I have to unbutton my fat pants in the afternoon, so I am looking forward to switching to my regular pants with the band.
Tomorrow will be 14 weeks, and I just want the time to hurry up just a bit, so I could start feeling the baby move! I guess I should enjoy each step of the pregnancy, and the best part is that the anxiety about this pregnancy is almost gone (not completely, but almost gone), with a great help from my due date buddies at ivf(dot)ca. I just love love love that site. It was an amazing form of support during the past year of all the heavy duty treatments and now when all of us post-ivfers have tons of insecurities about our pregnancies. Anyways, better get to bed, tomorrow is another long day at the office.
As I got to the office there was of course emergencies just waiting for me, so I didn't end up leaving until after 8:30 p.m. (and that's on a Friday before the long weekend). I went to my parents house and complained that my OBGYN didn't use a doppler, so my dad got a stethoscope that they use to measure blood pressure, and started probing my tummy. Surprisingly, he found the heart beat. It sounded very distant and I am still not 100% convinced that it was it (as he gave me to listen too), but I did hear something.
Saturday morning the cleaning lady was coming (oh how we both love our cleaning lady). So we were both up pretty early cleaning the house before the cleaning lady. Yep have to tidy up the place a bit. Then we decided to go our for breakfast and the only people who agreed to come were my mom and my brother, so we had a nice family lunch. And since we arrived early the place was not really full yet. I then had my first pedicure since the spring. My SIL got me all scared telling me that a pedicure is a no-no, as I was not supposed to put my feet in hot water. I thought it only applied to the first trimester so was happy to book my pedi once we were past that deadline, but she insisted that I should not go through with it and that she didn't do hers during both of her pregnancies. She got me so paranoid that I spent a few hours on the internet, which only objections to pedi is that infection might be bad and the fumes might make you nauseous. Then I called my sis, who said that she went for pedi every few weeks through out both of her pregnancies. So, I went, and it was amazing! I told them to not make the water hot as I was pregnant (yep I said that to a stranger :) ) and they made my water barely warm, but I still enjoyed it. As it was really hot and humid outside, we spent most of the Saturday in front of a TV, but then around 7 p.m. I decided that I want to go for a walk. That was not a good idea. I don't know what the temperature was but it was very humid so even leisurely walking I was out of breath by the time we reached 1.5km mark, and we were the furthest away from our house (we were making a circle), so by the time we reached BIL & SIL's house (3km all together) we were both sweaty and red faced. It was nice to step into an a/c house. We spent the evening at their house as they had friends over who are DH's child friends as well.
Sunday we decided to sleep in as much as possible (even with me getting up to pee 2-3 times per night). We were in bed just lounging around and just joking and playing with each other, and one thing led to the other and we actually BD!!! Yes, first time in beginning of June. At the beginning it was a bit awkward as we tried to chose a position to not to hurt the baby (and squish the mommy) much and still felt a bit guilty about doing it with the baby inside, but boy was it very very pleasurable. ;) We again spent some time having a breakfast and just vegging out in front of the TV and then decided go to Lakeshore. DH took his roller-blades and went for a ride, and I just walked for an hour. Near the lake the breeze was nice and cool, and as I was walking near the water I was imagining how next summer I'll be taking our baby for a stroll here (although the driving there is a bit of a pain, I think I can manage). I love Lakeshore. I remembered that every time in the past 4 years when we would go there, I would imagine me with a stroller (as other moms around me) and this time it was very close to reality. I have a little soul inside me, which is growing and before we know it will be a part of our family. I can't wait to meet you...
The walk was very invigorating, and I was happy to go for a walk 2 days in a row. We then decided to go to the movies and as I wasn't in he mood for anything serious or action, we saw Our idiot brother, which I found was a nice movie (and funny at times) to watch before going to bed.
Monday was a holiday, so more time in bed, although no BDing this time around. I had to help my dad's friend's daughter with some docs, so by mid day DH drove me to her house. She turned out to be really nice, she had a baby 6 weeks ago. So I told her that I was pregnant and the first thing that she said to me is "You can't imagine how the baby will change your life". We did go through the topics of her pregnancy, labour and breastfeeding, and managed to do it in 15 min as DH was waiting for me in the car (he is a bit introvert and doesn't really like meeting new people). The baby was cute too.
As we drove north to meet this girl, we decided to drive West to Kleinburg a nice little town where I love to walk (plus they have a pretty big park). The problem was that it was freaking freezing (I bet not more than 15C) plus we were supposed to get to my SIL's house as it was her mom's birthday. We did have a nice stroll through the main street and then back to the car to get warm with a stop at Star.bucks for me to pee :). At least I got in 30 min of walking on Monday too. The bbq at SIL's house was uneventful and it being a night before going back to work we went home pretty early.
Tuesday, the boss was back, so no more hardly working for me. So both Tuesday and today were very busy days at the office. The good think is that my nausea is subsiding (or so I thought) although today (Wednesday) it has been pretty bad. My bbs hurt too, plus everything else down there. I think the baby is shuffling things around to extend his/her home as I have pains in my uterus, ovaries and kidneys as well as lower back. Oh well, as long as the baby is healthy and growing.
Even with all my "padding" I can feel the hard places on my lower tummy where the baby is. The girl at my work (who I don't really like) telling me every day that I am starting to show (and all i want to do is just hit her hard so she leaves me alone). Anyways, I can also feel the fullness in my lower tummy which I think is my uterus, placenta and the baby.
My sis bought me a stretch cream that she used. So I used it for the first time after the shower on Sunday, and omg it stinks!!! I don't like the smell, and DH doesn't like the smell, but I am not about to throw out $40 worth of product. So I am sticking with it until it is done and then asking DH to order me a different one on line, which my prego friend recommended. I just talked to her and she just got that different cream herself and says that to her that cream doesn't smell bad. Well, I'll be visiting her next week and will smell it for myself first before ordering it. The other good thing, is that she told me that my be.lla bands have arrived! Yei!!! I can't wait to try them on. I have to unbutton my fat pants in the afternoon, so I am looking forward to switching to my regular pants with the band.
Tomorrow will be 14 weeks, and I just want the time to hurry up just a bit, so I could start feeling the baby move! I guess I should enjoy each step of the pregnancy, and the best part is that the anxiety about this pregnancy is almost gone (not completely, but almost gone), with a great help from my due date buddies at ivf(dot)ca. I just love love love that site. It was an amazing form of support during the past year of all the heavy duty treatments and now when all of us post-ivfers have tons of insecurities about our pregnancies. Anyways, better get to bed, tomorrow is another long day at the office.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
12 weeks
As of last Thursday we are in the 12 week territory! (Yep I am a bit behind on posting and this post has been in the making for a very very long time! but I have been one busy bee)
Of course I couldn't sleep before our NT scan. I woke up at 5 a.m. and was just watching the clock, and then realized that DH is not sleeping either, so I asked him if he is also anxious and he said "No!". I think he was as we both just tossed and turned until it was time to get up. We got to the hospital with a few minutes to spare and there was already a line up at the reception. I told receptionist that i had an apt for 8 o'clock and she just said to take a seat. I told her that I had a full bladder as I was told to drink water when making the apt and she said that I can go ahead and pee, to which I replied that I better not.
We ended up waiting for over 30 minutes before we were taken in (after the clinic where we were always taken in right away - this was an unpleasant change). The u/s tech was a young lady and she turned out to be Russian. We asked her if we can record the last part on the iphone and she said NO, even though I told her that we did it twice before and techs had no problem with that. Well she still insisted that we cannot do that - so we didn't, which was a shame. As she started her measurements I couldn't see the screen and DH was telling me what was happening on the screen, with baby moving his/her arms and legs :) and turning around all the time. Even though, the baby was very active, the tech managed to get the results pretty quickly (I sneaked a peak at the paper and NT was 1.5 mm, which Dr. Google says is about average!). Then we had a blast just watching the baby move. He/she was very active, turning his/her bum to us every time the tech would find his/her profile. The baby was wiggling his/her arms and legs, and at one point he/she stretched his/her legs so that the sac and probably my uterus stretched out, and DH was like "Can you feel it? Can you feel it?" and I couldn't as 1st the u/s probe was putting pressure on my tummy and 2nd I don't think I can feel anything yet. The baby was measuring 61.1mm, so he/she grew up 3 times in the past 3 weeks. The hb was at 157 b/minute, which is slower than 3 weeks ago, but u/s tech said that it is standard for the baby's heart beat to slow down a bit as the baby gets older. The baby was measuring 61.1mm and I am so upset that I forgot to ask the tech where the baby is in terms of weeks and days. I googled it, but got very different answers, so am trying to let it go until our OBGYN apt.
After the u/s we headed to my parents to show them the pics of their third grandson/daughter, and then straight to the office. It was our summer party. So I only spent about 2-3 hours at the office and we were out walking to a restaurant to meet the rest of the firm (yep we are always the last ones to leave - ALWAYS!). As we were really late we walked for a bit until we spotted a taxi. It was a nice day and we spend a few hours relaxing on a patio. I was hesitant at first whether to break the news to the rest of the office (there were actually only 2 people who didn't know and a wife of one of the partners). So almost at the end I said to my clerk: "It's too bad that I wont be here for next summer party." She instantaneously understood what I was trying to do, and played along. I did get a reaction from the ladies, of course. The guys kind of ignore it, oh well... After the party me and my clerk decided to walk to the train to head home and it was a good 30 min walk, which was also fast paced as I was afraid to miss my train (the first one!!! which I NEVER take). As I got on the train I realized that I'll have no one to pick me up, as DH was still at the office and my sis is taking the later train, but the weather was beautiful and I decided to walk home (another 30 minute walk). My plan was to get home, change and go to a salon to do my pedicure - again walking another 3 km. It was a great plan but by the time I got home I was exhausted. I didn't sleep well, stayed most of the day outside, and walked for over an hour pretty fast. I decided to rest lay on a couch for a minute, and when I felt that there is no way I could leave the house right now, I just peeled myself off the couch and dragged myself to bed. It was great 3 hour sleep. :)
Friday, I had to leave the office early as our friend was getting married. I was a bit anxious as I knew there would be people who I didn't want to tell my news, and others that I wanted to tell, although we didn't know most of the people there. My sis went with us. As I was chitchatting with a friend who I haven't seen in a while, I told her that we are expecting, and she said: "Me too!" I was like WHAT!?!? She already has a son from a previous marriage and now she has a boyfriend, so I was a bit surprised by the news, but happy for her as she is 5 years older than me. The best surprise - She is only a few days ahead of me! Wow, 3 babies in March!!! That's awesome! The wedding was ok, but I tried not to dance much and by midnight was exhausted and all I wanted to do is just to get to bed, unfortunately for me the sister of the groom started playing games with the bride and groom and we could not leave while they were on a dance floor. By 1 o'clock when we said our goodbyes I was exhausted. The funny thing was that both our friend and I broke the news of our pregnancy to the bride within minutes of each other as we were saying our goodbyes. She was shocked, but happy for us. She kind of knew that we were trying, but not the extent of our struggles.
Saturday, started like a nice day. My friend, J, who I worked with a long time ago came to visit with her two girls and husband. The interesting thing was that I am trying to remember how we became friends and I can't remember. We were working together - I was in my first or second year after call and she was a clerk. Then one morning I asked her to do something and she said "F- you!" yep, to my face and in front of the secretary, and then went outside. I so cannot handle conflicts, that a person saying this to my face left me speechless and shacking. When my boss arrived, our secretary actually told him what happened, and he talked to me and talked to her. Well, he wasn't about to fire me, and choosing between the two of us he definitely would have chosen me, so she quit. Then a few years later he came back, he hired her on part time basis. At first, I thought I would not be able to handle it, but by the time she got married and had a kid we were close friends. Go figure... But, back to my week. We had a nice time together. DH made an amazing breakfast as usual, and then I told her that gossip that I found of FB that the secretary we both worked with just gave birth and I added that our baby was due in March. J was ecstatic! She knew all the hell with went through, and even though she got pregnant with her first child on her honeymoon, and the second one not long after the first one was born, she still understood me. So I really wanted to tell her face to face.
After DH & I went to my BIL's house to help BIL with assembling a new BBQ - well DH was helping and I was just there looking beautiful, LOL. Neither my SIL nor MIL were home, so it was just three of us. After it was assembled and SIL and MIL came home (not together though), BIL did a BBQ, and I didn't touch a piece. I felt so nauseous that I only had some watermelon and an apple. After a few hours I decided that it was enough for me visiting and went home to --- sleep! It was around 7 p.m. when I woke up and I was very groggy. DH said that he was going to BIL's house to teach him how to back cookies, and he didn't want me to be on my own (I was groggy and whiny). So off to BIL's house we went again. As DH & BIL were backing cookies I was watching CNN and Irene, as DH & BIL have business in NY and we were all concerned what would happened to it, and whether they would have to go to NY thereafter. We spent the evening with our friends. My girlfriends were asking tons of questions about my pregnancy, so it was kind of nice that it was out in the open now. I wasn't feeling good, but it was still nice.
Sunday, I had to go to the office as my boss was leaving on Tuesday and we had lots of things to do. So both Sunday and Monday I had really really long days. Of course, when you don't have time crap happens. I don't know if it is pregnancy related or not but my stomach was upset for both Sunday and Monday, and I managed to lose another 0.5 kg (which I gained back this week once that problem went away). It is just crazy, when I didn't have upset stomach I would feel nauseous. I think from all the fruits that I eat by stomach feels raw inside a lot of times. I think the pregnancy also making me stuffed up. I've been sneezing a lot for the past month and if I lay down on my back for a long period of time (like I did when I was talking to my prego friend in US for 1.5 hours) I cannot breathe! I've been also feeling dizzy a lot which is not new to me, but I am thinking that it relates to my sinuses. Ugh!!! Can't wait for the nausea to go away. C'mon I am 13 weeks pregnant today, and I still feel like shit!!! Plus, I've been having headaches, which I haven't had for a while. I am trying to blame the ever changing weather. So we will see how it goes.
Wednesday, DH & I with my sis & BIL went to see To.tem by Cir.que de So.lei. It was awesome! I just loved it! It was the third show that we've seen, and every time it was a great experience, and we had amazing seats too. The problem was that it was downtown, and we parked very close to chapiteau and of course, once the show was over (and it was a sold out show) it took us over 30 min to get out of the parking lot. So, I could barely survive until I got to my bed, and took a late train in to work this morning.
So my prego friend from US had her NT scan on Wednesday, and she wanted to tell my sis that she is prego (she is close to my sis too). But since we were at the cirque she didn't do it yesterday. She told her today, as my sis took a day off work to entertain her kids before school starts. I was dreading this moment. DH & I & my prego friend discussed it and we decided that it was ok for my friend to tell my sis that I knew for some time as they told us when we told them. Well, as I expected, my sis took it as an insult that I didn't tell her. As soon as she hung up the phone, I got a text form her "Thx for tell me that ... was prego" yep! I told her that I really wanted to tell her but I couldn't. To which she replied "not nice". Uhm... ok. So my next text was - would you like me telling your secrets to other people. Our friend wanted to tell you herself and on her time. The response: "sure". WTH does it mean???? Anyways, I talked to DH and he told me to stop stressing out about it, if my sis wants to be upset cause I kept someone's secret that's her prerogative, but I should think of myself and our baby. I did call my parents as a preemptive strike and explained the situation to my mom, who is a mediator in the family. We will see what will happen. Ugh, so much drama!!! and I knew that it would happen this way, I've known my sis for 30 years already.
Well onto a more pleasant news - tomorrow (Friday) is our first OBGYN apt so I have to prepare a list of questions, that I have been compiling in my head. I am really looking forward to hearing our baby's heart beat - please, oh please, let the doc use a doppler! I can't wait to hear it (just a tiny bit anxious). So going to sleep now, so tomorrow can come sooner :)
Of course I couldn't sleep before our NT scan. I woke up at 5 a.m. and was just watching the clock, and then realized that DH is not sleeping either, so I asked him if he is also anxious and he said "No!". I think he was as we both just tossed and turned until it was time to get up. We got to the hospital with a few minutes to spare and there was already a line up at the reception. I told receptionist that i had an apt for 8 o'clock and she just said to take a seat. I told her that I had a full bladder as I was told to drink water when making the apt and she said that I can go ahead and pee, to which I replied that I better not.
We ended up waiting for over 30 minutes before we were taken in (after the clinic where we were always taken in right away - this was an unpleasant change). The u/s tech was a young lady and she turned out to be Russian. We asked her if we can record the last part on the iphone and she said NO, even though I told her that we did it twice before and techs had no problem with that. Well she still insisted that we cannot do that - so we didn't, which was a shame. As she started her measurements I couldn't see the screen and DH was telling me what was happening on the screen, with baby moving his/her arms and legs :) and turning around all the time. Even though, the baby was very active, the tech managed to get the results pretty quickly (I sneaked a peak at the paper and NT was 1.5 mm, which Dr. Google says is about average!). Then we had a blast just watching the baby move. He/she was very active, turning his/her bum to us every time the tech would find his/her profile. The baby was wiggling his/her arms and legs, and at one point he/she stretched his/her legs so that the sac and probably my uterus stretched out, and DH was like "Can you feel it? Can you feel it?" and I couldn't as 1st the u/s probe was putting pressure on my tummy and 2nd I don't think I can feel anything yet. The baby was measuring 61.1mm, so he/she grew up 3 times in the past 3 weeks. The hb was at 157 b/minute, which is slower than 3 weeks ago, but u/s tech said that it is standard for the baby's heart beat to slow down a bit as the baby gets older. The baby was measuring 61.1mm and I am so upset that I forgot to ask the tech where the baby is in terms of weeks and days. I googled it, but got very different answers, so am trying to let it go until our OBGYN apt.
After the u/s we headed to my parents to show them the pics of their third grandson/daughter, and then straight to the office. It was our summer party. So I only spent about 2-3 hours at the office and we were out walking to a restaurant to meet the rest of the firm (yep we are always the last ones to leave - ALWAYS!). As we were really late we walked for a bit until we spotted a taxi. It was a nice day and we spend a few hours relaxing on a patio. I was hesitant at first whether to break the news to the rest of the office (there were actually only 2 people who didn't know and a wife of one of the partners). So almost at the end I said to my clerk: "It's too bad that I wont be here for next summer party." She instantaneously understood what I was trying to do, and played along. I did get a reaction from the ladies, of course. The guys kind of ignore it, oh well... After the party me and my clerk decided to walk to the train to head home and it was a good 30 min walk, which was also fast paced as I was afraid to miss my train (the first one!!! which I NEVER take). As I got on the train I realized that I'll have no one to pick me up, as DH was still at the office and my sis is taking the later train, but the weather was beautiful and I decided to walk home (another 30 minute walk). My plan was to get home, change and go to a salon to do my pedicure - again walking another 3 km. It was a great plan but by the time I got home I was exhausted. I didn't sleep well, stayed most of the day outside, and walked for over an hour pretty fast. I decided to rest lay on a couch for a minute, and when I felt that there is no way I could leave the house right now, I just peeled myself off the couch and dragged myself to bed. It was great 3 hour sleep. :)
Friday, I had to leave the office early as our friend was getting married. I was a bit anxious as I knew there would be people who I didn't want to tell my news, and others that I wanted to tell, although we didn't know most of the people there. My sis went with us. As I was chitchatting with a friend who I haven't seen in a while, I told her that we are expecting, and she said: "Me too!" I was like WHAT!?!? She already has a son from a previous marriage and now she has a boyfriend, so I was a bit surprised by the news, but happy for her as she is 5 years older than me. The best surprise - She is only a few days ahead of me! Wow, 3 babies in March!!! That's awesome! The wedding was ok, but I tried not to dance much and by midnight was exhausted and all I wanted to do is just to get to bed, unfortunately for me the sister of the groom started playing games with the bride and groom and we could not leave while they were on a dance floor. By 1 o'clock when we said our goodbyes I was exhausted. The funny thing was that both our friend and I broke the news of our pregnancy to the bride within minutes of each other as we were saying our goodbyes. She was shocked, but happy for us. She kind of knew that we were trying, but not the extent of our struggles.
Saturday, started like a nice day. My friend, J, who I worked with a long time ago came to visit with her two girls and husband. The interesting thing was that I am trying to remember how we became friends and I can't remember. We were working together - I was in my first or second year after call and she was a clerk. Then one morning I asked her to do something and she said "F- you!" yep, to my face and in front of the secretary, and then went outside. I so cannot handle conflicts, that a person saying this to my face left me speechless and shacking. When my boss arrived, our secretary actually told him what happened, and he talked to me and talked to her. Well, he wasn't about to fire me, and choosing between the two of us he definitely would have chosen me, so she quit. Then a few years later he came back, he hired her on part time basis. At first, I thought I would not be able to handle it, but by the time she got married and had a kid we were close friends. Go figure... But, back to my week. We had a nice time together. DH made an amazing breakfast as usual, and then I told her that gossip that I found of FB that the secretary we both worked with just gave birth and I added that our baby was due in March. J was ecstatic! She knew all the hell with went through, and even though she got pregnant with her first child on her honeymoon, and the second one not long after the first one was born, she still understood me. So I really wanted to tell her face to face.
After DH & I went to my BIL's house to help BIL with assembling a new BBQ - well DH was helping and I was just there looking beautiful, LOL. Neither my SIL nor MIL were home, so it was just three of us. After it was assembled and SIL and MIL came home (not together though), BIL did a BBQ, and I didn't touch a piece. I felt so nauseous that I only had some watermelon and an apple. After a few hours I decided that it was enough for me visiting and went home to --- sleep! It was around 7 p.m. when I woke up and I was very groggy. DH said that he was going to BIL's house to teach him how to back cookies, and he didn't want me to be on my own (I was groggy and whiny). So off to BIL's house we went again. As DH & BIL were backing cookies I was watching CNN and Irene, as DH & BIL have business in NY and we were all concerned what would happened to it, and whether they would have to go to NY thereafter. We spent the evening with our friends. My girlfriends were asking tons of questions about my pregnancy, so it was kind of nice that it was out in the open now. I wasn't feeling good, but it was still nice.
Sunday, I had to go to the office as my boss was leaving on Tuesday and we had lots of things to do. So both Sunday and Monday I had really really long days. Of course, when you don't have time crap happens. I don't know if it is pregnancy related or not but my stomach was upset for both Sunday and Monday, and I managed to lose another 0.5 kg (which I gained back this week once that problem went away). It is just crazy, when I didn't have upset stomach I would feel nauseous. I think from all the fruits that I eat by stomach feels raw inside a lot of times. I think the pregnancy also making me stuffed up. I've been sneezing a lot for the past month and if I lay down on my back for a long period of time (like I did when I was talking to my prego friend in US for 1.5 hours) I cannot breathe! I've been also feeling dizzy a lot which is not new to me, but I am thinking that it relates to my sinuses. Ugh!!! Can't wait for the nausea to go away. C'mon I am 13 weeks pregnant today, and I still feel like shit!!! Plus, I've been having headaches, which I haven't had for a while. I am trying to blame the ever changing weather. So we will see how it goes.
Wednesday, DH & I with my sis & BIL went to see To.tem by Cir.que de So.lei. It was awesome! I just loved it! It was the third show that we've seen, and every time it was a great experience, and we had amazing seats too. The problem was that it was downtown, and we parked very close to chapiteau and of course, once the show was over (and it was a sold out show) it took us over 30 min to get out of the parking lot. So, I could barely survive until I got to my bed, and took a late train in to work this morning.
So my prego friend from US had her NT scan on Wednesday, and she wanted to tell my sis that she is prego (she is close to my sis too). But since we were at the cirque she didn't do it yesterday. She told her today, as my sis took a day off work to entertain her kids before school starts. I was dreading this moment. DH & I & my prego friend discussed it and we decided that it was ok for my friend to tell my sis that I knew for some time as they told us when we told them. Well, as I expected, my sis took it as an insult that I didn't tell her. As soon as she hung up the phone, I got a text form her "Thx for tell me that ... was prego" yep! I told her that I really wanted to tell her but I couldn't. To which she replied "not nice". Uhm... ok. So my next text was - would you like me telling your secrets to other people. Our friend wanted to tell you herself and on her time. The response: "sure". WTH does it mean???? Anyways, I talked to DH and he told me to stop stressing out about it, if my sis wants to be upset cause I kept someone's secret that's her prerogative, but I should think of myself and our baby. I did call my parents as a preemptive strike and explained the situation to my mom, who is a mediator in the family. We will see what will happen. Ugh, so much drama!!! and I knew that it would happen this way, I've known my sis for 30 years already.
Well onto a more pleasant news - tomorrow (Friday) is our first OBGYN apt so I have to prepare a list of questions, that I have been compiling in my head. I am really looking forward to hearing our baby's heart beat - please, oh please, let the doc use a doppler! I can't wait to hear it (just a tiny bit anxious). So going to sleep now, so tomorrow can come sooner :)
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
11w6d - anxious!
I have to go to bed, but instead I am on my comp surfing the net and reading blogger posts. I am very anxious about tomorrow. We are going to see our baby. We are crossing the 12 week mark. It's exciting and nerve wrecking as there are some bad thoughts somewhere at the back of my mind. I don't let them out but I am aware of them. Ugh.. We haven't seen our baby in 3 weeks. I so hope he/she is going to move this time around and that we would get to actually hear the heart beat. I worry that DH would not be allowed in with me or that u/s tech would not let me see my baby. Stupid, I know, I am not telling you about the rest of my worries, as I don't want to even acknowledge them. I tell myself that everything is going to be JUST FINE. I am telling myself that both my sis and SIL had 2 babies without any problems and I am not an exception. Just really want to have tomorrow morning come and go.
On another note, we had a tornado watch here, as the rain and thunderstorm is really bad. The house has been shacking from thunder as i guess it was really really close. It's crazy. Yesterday was the earthquake and today tornado watch. I could feel the earthquake in my office on the 7th floor downtown TO, the floor was shaking a bit and my desk lamp was swaying up and down (it happened a few years ago too, but last time it was more pronounced, so I wasn't worried). But today I am a bit worried - I have no clue what to do if tornado hits - where do you run? do you stay indoors? do you run to the basement? or that little room in the basement (cold storage) which is below the porch? We are completely unprepared and reading storied about tornado hitting Goderich, Ontario, also made me uneasy. Anyways, better get to bed and get ready to see my baby again tomorrow.
On another note, we had a tornado watch here, as the rain and thunderstorm is really bad. The house has been shacking from thunder as i guess it was really really close. It's crazy. Yesterday was the earthquake and today tornado watch. I could feel the earthquake in my office on the 7th floor downtown TO, the floor was shaking a bit and my desk lamp was swaying up and down (it happened a few years ago too, but last time it was more pronounced, so I wasn't worried). But today I am a bit worried - I have no clue what to do if tornado hits - where do you run? do you stay indoors? do you run to the basement? or that little room in the basement (cold storage) which is below the porch? We are completely unprepared and reading storied about tornado hitting Goderich, Ontario, also made me uneasy. Anyways, better get to bed and get ready to see my baby again tomorrow.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
11 Weeks!!!
Last Thursday we crossed into 11 week territory and are now on the final stretch to our 12 week u/s next Thursday. This week the baby is a size of a lime! So DH & I have a little game that we play, we look at the ticker to see what fruit the baby resembles each week and then don't eat that fruit. So, we are not eating limes, which is easy (next week it's plums - and I have a bag of plums which I have to finish asap if we are to continue this game :) )
One of the things that I found interesting reading about 11 week baby is that the liver and kidneys are starting to function, and baby even urinates. (The urine and other wastes mix with the amniotic fluid, then crosses the placenta into my bloodstream so my body can dispose of them.) (babyfit.com). So now I am peeing for two. LOL
I haven't been feeling well, especially Tuesday, Wednesday & Thursday were just awful. I was constantly nauseous and at some instances to the point of gagging, yuck! I have been exhausted and getting to bed around 10 p.m. except when I went for a 30 min walk with my SIL on Thursday which turned into a 1.5 hour walk as we were catching up on a lot of things.
So I scheduled a get together with our friends, and one of my friends, S, who actually works at our old fertility clinic couldn't make it on Saturday, so instead I met with her on Friday after work. I was so anxious about how to tell her, but figured out a way. As she was hugging me I told her to be careful and not to squish the baby, she froze with her arms stretched out and asked whose baby and I said "mine!!!". She was ecstatic. She also knows that our other mutual friend is also having a baby, so it was a double surprise for her in a couple of days. We walked from her work (our old clinic) to her house, which was a 1 hour walk, and talked a lot about our mutual friends, about my struggles to get pregnant (I was keeping her in the dark after we left the clinic where she worked), and about her getting pregnant - she is the same age as me, but says that only recently she realized that mentally she is ready to have kids but financially they are not, so she will be looking for a new job and buying a place of their own. I tried to gently persuade her to may be start trying sooner (given our 4.5 year adventure) but she said that her DH has brothers who have no problems having kids so they would not have a problem. I can only wish that what she says will be true once they start trying.
After meeting with S, I went to my parents for a watermelon - which was awesome, and that's all that I ate at their house, which is surprising as usually once I get to my parents' house I start snooping for chocolates and candy that they have in abundance (even thought they are both overweight).
Saturday morning, MIL was celebrating her birthday (which was actually a week ago when we were in Boston), but we also had to get up early to clean the house before the cleaning lady who came at 9. Then my sis texted me to pick up my niece to take to the birthday party as my nephew has been very sick and she cannot go and leave him. So, I walked to my sis' house picked up my niece and we were off to my MIL. My niece has been at my BIL & SIL house at least twice a week as she is close with both of my nephews, but for some reason when we got there on Saturday morning, she was feeling a big shy and for the first 30 min was standing right next to me, holding one of my legs tightly - it was so cute. She wanted me to hold her, but she is 4 years old and is a bit heavy for me, so she actually spend another 30 min on DH's lap, and thereafter integrated with her "cousins".
On Saturday evening our friends (two couples) were coming in for a big announcement. I was very anxious about telling them. One of the couples have had problems with TTC, but currently are not TTCing, so I was unsure how they would take the news. It went ok. Once everyone were together, the usual request for for nargila, and once DH set it up, he told them not to smoke it around his pregnant wife. There were a few words of congratulations and a few questions that revolved around how I am feeling and pregnancy and kids in generally. We also told them that we booked our vacation for November, but there were no takers to come with us (with which we were totally fine as my prego friend is coming with us, and the rest of the friends don't know yet that she is prego too!). My friend that has been TTC before took me upstairs to ask some questions. Well, our once close relationship dwindled down to occasional meeting and very rare emails (not even phone conversations), so for her, my pregnancy was a "natural miracle". She said that she doesn't want kids at this time and is pretty contempt with leaving without kids as she found some other interests in her life, but she was very happy for me (she does know how long we've been trying as we started trying pretty much at the same time as them). Her husband didn't say a word to DH or me about us being pregnant - oh well. The other couple were very sweet as I was hugging them good bye (they left first) they congratulated me and wished me all the best and really sounded genuinely happy. I told them that I was sorry that we didn't tell them in NY, but she said that it was not a problem and that we could have waited to tell the news a bit later if we wanted to. So that was nice.
Sunday, I had to go to the office, but I slept in and DH and I were lounging in bed until 11 a.m. :) We were looking at our bedroom and were talking about whether or not a bassinet would fit from my side of the bed (which is closer to the wall, than his), and than if it doesn't fit we would have to move the bed and consequently the dresser on his side, so we were trying to rearrange the furniture - it felt really good to talk about it.
I am also in constant communication by email with my prego friend who is in the States, and is not coming back to TO until the baby will be 5 months old due to her hubby's work commitments. It's nice bouncing ideas off each other.
But back to the friends' get together on Saturday. A few days before that my sis asked if she is invited, and I told her "NO" and that I didn't want other people there including my BIL & SIL. We argued about it on the way to the train and then it was forgotten, or so I thought. First, DH said that he is already invited his brother, so I spent the same afternoon "nicely" explaining to DH that I don't want it to be a circus, and I don't want it to be more awkward than it was going to be as his BIL & SIL are not really close friends with our friends. To make a long story short, DH told his brother not to come. So, I though that it was the end. But today my sis texts me that I didn't tell her how the get together went. So, I did, and then she rehashed the whole not being invited argument, and that I was being egocentric and that I should care how my family feels first before my friends who are not my "real" friends. Anyway, she made me so stressed out that I had to talk to DH for half an hour to calm down. I can't believe that she just can't let it go. How hard is it to understand that sometimes I just want things to be done my way, things which might not involve her. We do spend a lot of time together (both with her and my BIL & SIL) so it's not like I was shunning from them. Seriously, it was just one night. And by the way, I was not present anytime she announced her pregnancy - which by the way with my niece was just 2 weeks before MY wedding and she was only like 2 months pregnant. She is so self centred herself and always wants to be in the middle of things happening. and then she blames me that one of the friends (who is her good friend too) is now upset at her that she didn't tell him that we are pregnant. Seriously!!! I told her that it was NOT HER NEWS to tell, especially to the people with whom we are friends too (DH has a suspicion that she told him anyways and this whole thing is just a game). Saturday, this friend told us that he is going to play a joke on my sis and tell her that he is upset - which I told her about, but she is saying that he just said that and that he is upset- WTH!!! My head was just spinning from all of this BS, and I have to stay calm to make sure my baby is ok - thanks future auntie!!!
Anyways, I talked to my mom about it too - as she is a peacekeeper in the family, and I think that this subject is over. My sis just texted me to see if she is picking me up tomorrow - to which I replied "yes" as the u/s is on Thursday, and then we politely wished each other good night. So, I really hope that this whole thing is behind us.
I am getting emotional as it is. Last night I was feeling very shitty and then was feeling sad that I feel bad about feeling shitty, that I am not a happy glowing pregnant lady. The thought process continued to the point where I was crying because I felt that I don't deserve to be pregnant as I don't enjoy feeling like shit all the time. DH was very gentle and put me to bed saying that I was just tired and that's why I was being very emotional. DH is doing great at trying to keep me stable. I really hope once we see the baby on Thursday and the 12 week hits, the "morning" (on in my case "all day") sickness would diminish and I'll be able to enjoy pregnancy more. I already want to hold my healthy full-term baby in my arms.... 198 days to go...
One of the things that I found interesting reading about 11 week baby is that the liver and kidneys are starting to function, and baby even urinates. (The urine and other wastes mix with the amniotic fluid, then crosses the placenta into my bloodstream so my body can dispose of them.) (babyfit.com). So now I am peeing for two. LOL
I haven't been feeling well, especially Tuesday, Wednesday & Thursday were just awful. I was constantly nauseous and at some instances to the point of gagging, yuck! I have been exhausted and getting to bed around 10 p.m. except when I went for a 30 min walk with my SIL on Thursday which turned into a 1.5 hour walk as we were catching up on a lot of things.
So I scheduled a get together with our friends, and one of my friends, S, who actually works at our old fertility clinic couldn't make it on Saturday, so instead I met with her on Friday after work. I was so anxious about how to tell her, but figured out a way. As she was hugging me I told her to be careful and not to squish the baby, she froze with her arms stretched out and asked whose baby and I said "mine!!!". She was ecstatic. She also knows that our other mutual friend is also having a baby, so it was a double surprise for her in a couple of days. We walked from her work (our old clinic) to her house, which was a 1 hour walk, and talked a lot about our mutual friends, about my struggles to get pregnant (I was keeping her in the dark after we left the clinic where she worked), and about her getting pregnant - she is the same age as me, but says that only recently she realized that mentally she is ready to have kids but financially they are not, so she will be looking for a new job and buying a place of their own. I tried to gently persuade her to may be start trying sooner (given our 4.5 year adventure) but she said that her DH has brothers who have no problems having kids so they would not have a problem. I can only wish that what she says will be true once they start trying.
After meeting with S, I went to my parents for a watermelon - which was awesome, and that's all that I ate at their house, which is surprising as usually once I get to my parents' house I start snooping for chocolates and candy that they have in abundance (even thought they are both overweight).
Saturday morning, MIL was celebrating her birthday (which was actually a week ago when we were in Boston), but we also had to get up early to clean the house before the cleaning lady who came at 9. Then my sis texted me to pick up my niece to take to the birthday party as my nephew has been very sick and she cannot go and leave him. So, I walked to my sis' house picked up my niece and we were off to my MIL. My niece has been at my BIL & SIL house at least twice a week as she is close with both of my nephews, but for some reason when we got there on Saturday morning, she was feeling a big shy and for the first 30 min was standing right next to me, holding one of my legs tightly - it was so cute. She wanted me to hold her, but she is 4 years old and is a bit heavy for me, so she actually spend another 30 min on DH's lap, and thereafter integrated with her "cousins".
On Saturday evening our friends (two couples) were coming in for a big announcement. I was very anxious about telling them. One of the couples have had problems with TTC, but currently are not TTCing, so I was unsure how they would take the news. It went ok. Once everyone were together, the usual request for for nargila, and once DH set it up, he told them not to smoke it around his pregnant wife. There were a few words of congratulations and a few questions that revolved around how I am feeling and pregnancy and kids in generally. We also told them that we booked our vacation for November, but there were no takers to come with us (with which we were totally fine as my prego friend is coming with us, and the rest of the friends don't know yet that she is prego too!). My friend that has been TTC before took me upstairs to ask some questions. Well, our once close relationship dwindled down to occasional meeting and very rare emails (not even phone conversations), so for her, my pregnancy was a "natural miracle". She said that she doesn't want kids at this time and is pretty contempt with leaving without kids as she found some other interests in her life, but she was very happy for me (she does know how long we've been trying as we started trying pretty much at the same time as them). Her husband didn't say a word to DH or me about us being pregnant - oh well. The other couple were very sweet as I was hugging them good bye (they left first) they congratulated me and wished me all the best and really sounded genuinely happy. I told them that I was sorry that we didn't tell them in NY, but she said that it was not a problem and that we could have waited to tell the news a bit later if we wanted to. So that was nice.
Sunday, I had to go to the office, but I slept in and DH and I were lounging in bed until 11 a.m. :) We were looking at our bedroom and were talking about whether or not a bassinet would fit from my side of the bed (which is closer to the wall, than his), and than if it doesn't fit we would have to move the bed and consequently the dresser on his side, so we were trying to rearrange the furniture - it felt really good to talk about it.
I am also in constant communication by email with my prego friend who is in the States, and is not coming back to TO until the baby will be 5 months old due to her hubby's work commitments. It's nice bouncing ideas off each other.
But back to the friends' get together on Saturday. A few days before that my sis asked if she is invited, and I told her "NO" and that I didn't want other people there including my BIL & SIL. We argued about it on the way to the train and then it was forgotten, or so I thought. First, DH said that he is already invited his brother, so I spent the same afternoon "nicely" explaining to DH that I don't want it to be a circus, and I don't want it to be more awkward than it was going to be as his BIL & SIL are not really close friends with our friends. To make a long story short, DH told his brother not to come. So, I though that it was the end. But today my sis texts me that I didn't tell her how the get together went. So, I did, and then she rehashed the whole not being invited argument, and that I was being egocentric and that I should care how my family feels first before my friends who are not my "real" friends. Anyway, she made me so stressed out that I had to talk to DH for half an hour to calm down. I can't believe that she just can't let it go. How hard is it to understand that sometimes I just want things to be done my way, things which might not involve her. We do spend a lot of time together (both with her and my BIL & SIL) so it's not like I was shunning from them. Seriously, it was just one night. And by the way, I was not present anytime she announced her pregnancy - which by the way with my niece was just 2 weeks before MY wedding and she was only like 2 months pregnant. She is so self centred herself and always wants to be in the middle of things happening. and then she blames me that one of the friends (who is her good friend too) is now upset at her that she didn't tell him that we are pregnant. Seriously!!! I told her that it was NOT HER NEWS to tell, especially to the people with whom we are friends too (DH has a suspicion that she told him anyways and this whole thing is just a game). Saturday, this friend told us that he is going to play a joke on my sis and tell her that he is upset - which I told her about, but she is saying that he just said that and that he is upset- WTH!!! My head was just spinning from all of this BS, and I have to stay calm to make sure my baby is ok - thanks future auntie!!!
Anyways, I talked to my mom about it too - as she is a peacekeeper in the family, and I think that this subject is over. My sis just texted me to see if she is picking me up tomorrow - to which I replied "yes" as the u/s is on Thursday, and then we politely wished each other good night. So, I really hope that this whole thing is behind us.
I am getting emotional as it is. Last night I was feeling very shitty and then was feeling sad that I feel bad about feeling shitty, that I am not a happy glowing pregnant lady. The thought process continued to the point where I was crying because I felt that I don't deserve to be pregnant as I don't enjoy feeling like shit all the time. DH was very gentle and put me to bed saying that I was just tired and that's why I was being very emotional. DH is doing great at trying to keep me stable. I really hope once we see the baby on Thursday and the 12 week hits, the "morning" (on in my case "all day") sickness would diminish and I'll be able to enjoy pregnancy more. I already want to hold my healthy full-term baby in my arms.... 198 days to go...
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