And then there were three...

It has been a while since an update. I finally have a little time.

First, I would like everyone to know that I was in labor for 20 hours. However, to me it was only 6 hours because I didn't really feel anything the other 14. Once I got the epidural, it went really fast. I pushed a few times and she popped out. Literally! My midwife and the nurses were amazed at how everything progressed so fast and so well. They told me that the next time I have a baby, I better be at the hospital quick because it wouldn't stay in me long!

Second, she is back to her birth weight after only 7 days. We are super happy about that since we had a few problems with her having jaundice. Since she was 16 days early, she was more prone to have it. However, her liver kicked in on day 5 (like normal) and she will be fine. She is no longer that tinge of yellow. YEA!

Third, we are adjusting to life at home quite well. I actually went out on the Tuesday after we left the hospital. My two sisters were in town and watched Emilia while we went to a friends birthday gathering for 3 hours. I went because Peter really wanted me to. I don't want to treat my husband any different just because we are parents now. He was very proud. I feel like I am falling in love with him all over again! It is wonderful. I cried on the way to the party and for the first 5 minutes we were there. I was OK after that. It is different but in the best way possible.

It is back to work for me. Slowly, of course. Luckily, I work from home so it isn't too bad. I just have to make sure she is sleeping or content while talking to clients. Not too hard since she pretty much sleeps all the time anyway. How did you think I was updating my blog, anyway?!?

We had a wonderful Christmas. We had our traditional Slovakian Christmas on the 24th. Peter cooked all day while I attended to Emilia and napped. He insists on me napping at least once for at least an hour during the day so I am OK at night. Normally, she only gets up 1-2 times but occasionally, she will be up 4 times. Sometimes she is just more hungry than others. I didn't expect anything less with Peter as her father.

Everyone tells us that she looks like Peter. I definitely see it. She has his hairline and his lip shape. She has my plumpness of lips. We are still out on her nose. I think her eyes will be brown but we'll see. I was hoping for green or blue. Either way, she is beautiful to us. We just sit and stare at her.

Being parents isn't hard. It does take work but it is worth it. We love everything about it.

Birth announcements will be in the mail soon. Maybe with your Christmas card. I only got a chance to send out half since she came early. Sorry, to those people!

No, you didn't pee on yourself...

So, I guess my post earlier can be disregarded. I am currently in the hospital hooked up to a fetal heart monitor and I have an IV.

So, the story goes...

I was on my way home from Publix where I had just told my friend Erin that I wouldn't be going into labor any time soon. Ten minutes later when I arrived home, my water broke. It wasn't a gush of water but trickles here and there. Instead of going to the hockey game, we came to the hospital where they checked to make sure everything was on the up and up. Sure enough, I'll have a baby on December 18th.

Pictures to come later!

"You look ready..."

Really? Do I? What gave it away? My size or the painful look of happiness on my face when you make a ridiculous comment? If one more person randomly tells me "I look ready" whilst out shopping, I could explode. (um, maybe that wouldn't be so bad...)

I went to my weekly doctor's appointment yesterday. I am exactly the same as I was a week ago. I'm assuming my midwife didn't remember giving me a pelvic exam last week because when I told her I was really uncomfortable because the baby's head was down, she looked at me and said, "It only feels like the baby's head is down". Then she did the pelvic exam. What did she find? That's right! The baby's head, DOWN. Then she was all like, "Wow, you must really be uncomfortable! Well, it doesn't get better. You only have a couple more weeks. Hang in there". I left very agitated.

I have come to terms with the fact that I have approximately 3 weeks left. I will have to go through Christmas and the New Year in unbelievable discomfort. I no longer believe she will come early and do not plan on trying any other natural labor inducers. I don't believe they work.

I was on Facebook right before I wrote this post. Facebook wanted me to reconnect with my husband. I think that is funny. I'm pretty sure we did enough connecting to last me a whole 9 months!

And to end my post, I would just like to say that being pregnant has made me miss the simple things in life, like putting on socks. Today it only took me 4 minutes!

Nice of you to finally drop in...

Here I am at 37 weeks. I went to the doctor this past Wednesday. My midwife said that she (the baby) was "way, way down". I already knew that because I can finally breathe again. Also, it is much harder for me to walk. I'm still going though. My mind is blank most of the time. I've recently lost my Sam's Club card (at Sam's Club) and I forgot about Slovak lessons on Thursday even though Slovak lessons have been on Thursday for over a year now. Oh, and did I mention, I forgot to pay for them, too! My wonderful teacher had to remind me!
Peter said he is hoping to have a Christmas baby. I really don't care as long as she comes soon. I know the chances of that happening are slim to none but a girl can dream, can't she? I try to nap a little during the day but sometimes I am way too busy. I guess I'll regret that when I go into labor at 9 pm and have to be up all night with contractions. I also haven't packed a bag or picked a pediatrician. I think I'm probably way behind. I don't know. I've never done this before. I figure everything will work itself out.
Maybe my next post will be about how beautiful my baby is or it could be about how miserable I am. Who knows?

Here are some pictures of me at 35 weeks. I have gained approximately 25 lbs thus far. The doctor told me that my measurements and weight are good. She also told me to expect to go past my due date. Peter has come to accept this. I,however, am still holding out! I have several anecdotal stories to tell regarding my everyday life; unfortunately, by the time I sit down to type, I have pretty much forgotten all of them. If you see me two days in a row wearing approximately the same thing, don't worry, I just forgot what I had on the day before.

Everyone continues to ask me if I am "excited" because the due date is so close. Just to clarify, I AM VERY EXCITED! I know I may not show it exactly how everyone else does, but I'm not like everyone else. If anyone has any hints as to how I'm supposed to act excited, please let me know. I hate to disappoint.

I broke down and bought a few more maternity pieces. One pair of pants and two shirts. I'm hoping to be able to wear it through giving birth but everyday I feel bigger and bigger. So, we'll see.

Peter brought back several books in Slovak for the baby. I am attempting to learn a few nursery rhymes to say to her. We have books for the first few years. It should be fun!

I go to the doctor every week until the "big day" so expect more frequent updates. Hopefully.

So close...

So, I went for my last every two week appointment today. From now on, I'll go every week until she pops out! Yea! I can't wait to pay $4 every week for parking until my baby is born. My midwife said I am right on track. She told me that I am now measuring and weighing perfectly! Now, I have to pick a pediatrician. This is the first decision I will be making for my little girl that may affect her. What if I don't pick a good one? I can switch but then I have to go through the whole needing the records copied and it's such a pain. Much research will go on over the next few weeks.

I had an old Vietnamese woman touch my stomach the other day while walking into a restaurant. I was on the phone when it happened. Once again, I felt ambushed. However, I'll over look this incident too since it was an old Vietnamese woman. I guess all old people are exempt from my wrath. And, I'll even allow that person to decide whether or not they are old as not to offend. For example, my grandmother has been 25 for the last 22 years or so. To each their own!

I would like to tell everyone not to be too jealous this coming Thanksgiving dinner. I'll be eating and eating with my stretch top pants not feeling like I'm about to pop out of my clothes. See, I already feel that way and have for some time now so, sorry, but this is my time. Nothing like a good pair of maternity pants to get the holidays going!

Almost there...

So here I am at 32 weeks. I can't actually believe I am so close. Or can I? I still feel really great, other than the constant appendages in my ribs. I have been given two baby showers; One was given by a great high school friend Scott. The shower was awesome. It was a brunch theme. Not too many people could make it which made it even better and more intimate. I got to spend several hours with really great friends. The second baby shower was given by my two sisters, Kelli and Samantha. They did a wonderful job. The food was great, the decorations weren't quite over the top and I has a great time. I pretty much got everything off my registry. Now the question of the day: Where do I put all of it?

Peter and I put together the stroller. Then, he proceeded to push it around the house as fast as he could like he was in a race. It was quite amusing. We learned how to use the car seat and a few other items.

I keep getting asked how much weight I have actually gained. As of 32 weeks, according to my records, I have gained 22.28 lbs or 10.1 kg. The doctor's office is still about 5-6 lbs off on their scale. However, with 8 weeks left, I think I'll be OK with the whole weight gain thing. I officially started to see my midwife. She is really great and relaxed. She doesn't tell me I'm too heavy and need to see a nutritionist or anything like that. It's really nice.

I have officially entered the "pregnancy brain" stage. I made it this far so,... I kept telling the waitress the other morning at breakfast, "I don't mind eggs in my eggs". I must have said it 3-4 times. Then I told Peter, "I need some butter before my biscuits get warm". I completely forgot about an appointment we had on Monday night and I will go into the downstairs restroom to use it but end up doing laundry and forgetting. I feel like I'm going crazy! Not too much longer, I hope!

Baby's Room

Here are a few pictures of the baby's room. Peter worked his butt off to get it finished in time for the baby shower this past Saturday. We will still install an organization system into the closet and put some pictures on the wall. Other than that, we are ready for baby Mokan to come home (in approximately 8 weeks)!

Big lips and chunky cheeks...

I had a 30 week ultrasound this past Thursday. I am still measuring about 1 week ahead of schedule. The doctor said that this baby was "unbelievable healthy" and "to keep doing whatever it is I do to make this true". They took all her measurements and looked at all her organs. Everything is in perfect working order. They told us she currently weighs 3lbs 13oz. They did not have a length for us even though they measure the femur bone. We did get to see her straight on. She has big lips and chubby cheeks. Not sure where she gets the big lips?! Many of the nurses and doctors I speak with say that they wouldn't be surprised if I was early. I hope so but I am not counting on it. I am a pretty big procrastinator, so if she is anything like mom...

Unfortunately, Peter got really sick on Thursday night and was couped up all weekend in bed. I'm not imagining the baby's room will be finished for the baby shower given the short amount of time and the large amount of work that needs to be done. Such is life. As long as my husband gets to feeling better.

Very Odd...

So, I finally broke down and went to Babies R Us for the first time recently since I actually got pregnant. I have been there many times before, but never for myself. It was tiring, fun and odd all at the same time. I registered for a pack of ten bibs (very practical, I know). Next to the practical bibs, are the ones with all the cute little blurbs on them. The one that caught my eye was the one that said "100% boy". I thought that was odd. Why? Because, unless your child is a hermaphrodite, it will be 100% boy or 100% girl. Furthermore, if you have a hermaphroditic child, I seriously doubt you will brand him/her. The other item I discovered and found to be absolutely unnecessary was this little sock thing that you apparently put over a little boy's penis so he doesn't pee on you. It had a dog or something like that on it as a decoration. Even my friend, who has a little boy, thought it to be completely dumb. There are several more items like these two throughout the store. Too many to even mention.

Urg...

Now that I am officially in my third trimester, I am starting to do two things:
1. Get really excited about everything
2. Get really annoyed at everything else

Although I feel great, I have insomnia and acid reflux. At least, I think it is acid reflux. Whatever it is, it sucks! I have a lot of trouble sleeping during the night which makes it easy to sleep during the day which makes a really bad habit to get into. Pilsner, one of our dogs, gets into the neighbors yard if I take my eyes off of him for 2 seconds. And not only does he go into the neighbor's yard, he goes one yard further. It is quite difficult to maneuver around the woods to get him back.

I commented on Facebook a few days ago about the whole bathroom situation I continue to run into. I think I'm almost there and then I have to walk another 50 ft in discomfort because apparently men have smaller bladders than women. As my lovely husband likes to tell me, "Angry".

I made comments to a women at Wal-Mart the other day because she obviously had more than 20 items in her cart and was in the express line. On top of that, she had government assistance and no ID so the cashier had to go through this whole ordeal to get her rung up. I'm not going to get into the whole government assistance argument with someone but I just don't see how that makes the express line go any faster. It is just contradictory.

Oh yeah, and I have a lot of trouble breathing. Its like there is something squeezing my diaphragm. Oh wait, there is!

Baby Belly...

Sorry for the delay. I've been busy since we got back from vacation. I officially turned 28 weeks while on vacation so I thought I would delight everyone with a belly pic in my bikini. I took a tankini with me to wear but the weather was so hot and humid, I couldn't bare to have on anymore clothes than necessary. Just about every other day I was asked if I was having 2 babies. I guess I'm even huge in other countries.

Peter and I were able to relax. We spent time at the beach and time at the pool. On the last day of the trip, we rented a car and drove into town. We had such a great time. The driving is absolutely the craziest of anywhere I've been. There were families of 4-5 (mom, dad, 2-3 kids) on a bike similar to a dirt bike. They obviously do not have car seat or any sort of safety laws in that country.

All my hockey glory..

Here I am with all my Thrasher shirt/belly glory at 26 weeks and 4 days.

Peter and I went to a pre-season meet and greet at Phillips Arena for the Thrashers last night. Below is a picture of me with Zach Bogosian (#4). He is the absolute cutest hockey player. He is only 19 (which is why he is still cute, nothing is broken, yet). He, along with all the other Thrashers, signed memorabilia for a few hours. While standing in line waiting for them to sign our things, I noticed a girl standing in front me. I looked at Peter and said, "I can't believe flannel is back in style!" I couldn't believe the words were coming out of my mouth as I was saying them. Does that make me old? That a style has gone out of fashion and back in. I always knew this day would come, but I hoped to at least have a kid by that time. ( I know I have one on the way, but...)

Chuggin' along...

I went to the doctor last week for a regular check up. They measured me and said that I actually am a little bigger than most people at my point in pregnancy, but by only a week. She is kicking and moving all day, everyday. The doctor also told me to be careful about weight gain. At that appointment, the doctor said that I had gained 11 lbs since the last appointment which was about 4 weeks prior. After leaving the doctor's office crying because of this news, I, of course, ate and then weighed myself on our scale at home. Come to find out, I only actually gained 3 lbs over the course of 4 weeks, which is perfectly normal. I plan on recording my weight at home now and telling the doctor they might want to look into a new scale or at least calibrating the one they weigh people on. It's bad enough to have outsiders telling you, " You're big", but the doctor, too. That is way too much!

Peter and I decided on a color for the baby's room. He is planning on finishing up this coming weekend. It will be nice to come home from vacation with the house in less of a construction area. The color is a creamy yellow. It matches the cream color on the bedding. We think it is neutral and also slightly feminine. I received my very first baby gift from a friend of mine. She bought our little girl a really, really soft blanket. It is pale green with white dots on one side. The other side is yellow. Very beautiful and very nice.

The guest bedroom is almost complete. We have a bed frame, night stand, small dresser, and a mattress. We just have to put it all together. Teta Marta and Ujo Ivan are coming to stay with us this weekend to do yard work and cook. Who am I to stop them? This is specifically why they are coming. They actually requested to come and do this. Crazy, I know. But, I guess it could be worse. No complaints here.

We are moving along as we are supposed to. Nothing too exciting (besides the kick ass trip to the Dominican Republic we are going on) is going on. More pictures to come.

Oh, I do want to mention my two wonderful sisters and all the effort they are putting into getting the baby shower together. I love them both for being so....cooperative in the event.

The Baby's Room...

Here are a few pictures of the current state of the baby's room. Not too much progress at this time.

We are slowly getting everything finished. We have the crown molding installed, the fan installed and the frame for the built-in bookcase. The room is approximately 80 sq ft. We still need to build the bookcase, install base molding, paint and put all the furniture in the room. The last picture is of the bedding I choose for the room. It is

considered neutral bedding. I love all the colors. It really

gives me a "down to earth" feel.

Slow going...

I'm slightly calmer today than in past posts. Peter and I bought the crib and changing table/chest of drawers on Sunday. I ordered the bedding last Thursday and it came yesterday. I love it! The colors of the bedding are cream, tan, chocolate brown, baby blue, forest green and an orange/peach color. I think it is a nice spread of colors. As you may already know, I'm not to fond of the color pink. This isn't to say that my daughter will never wear pink; I just don't want to paint the room that color. Or buy a bunch of things that can't be re-used (in hopes we have another child and it has a penis) in the future. I am not the girly-est of women but I do like shopping, getting my nails done, shoes and having my hair look really nice. I also like dresses and well, men. I think that puts me into the category of "girl/woman". (not that liking women makes you any less of a woman) I know I am having a little girl and I am very happy about that. I just don't like the color pink. There are many (and I mean many) other colors in the world that she can wear. Yellow is a good color. It is suppose to make people happy to something like that. Red is a great color. My favorite. According to Peter red makes people more aggressive. However, in our household, I'm pretty sure that is going to happen anyway. (I mean, have you met her parents!) Green, blue, brown and black are essential colors for any wardrobe. See there are plenty of other options. Anyway, moving on...

We also purchased a bed for our guest bedroom, which means when people stay over, they will now have a bed to sleep in. I'm hoping this doesn't prompt people to automatically think they can just sleep over. That would most likely not go over too well. However, we have not purchased a mattress. Peter is very particular about the mattress that he wants to buy so there is a lot of lying down on beds over the past few days. We shall see.

There are still many things to accomplish before she arrives but we have time. I know we will get it done!

My husband was like 10 lbs when he was born...gimme a break!

On this repeat episode of "How Can We Piss Off The Pregnant Woman", our contestants are Dumb and Dumber. Please welcome them!

I know I sound like a broken record but it seems everywhere I go I encounter what I like to call "the less intelligent" folk. I know some maternity clothing isn't as flattering as it could be and I most likely own several pieces, but that isn't really an excuse.

Last week I was again the butt of several "Wow, you're big" comments. One person told me I looked good for being 8 months pregnant. If you don't know how far along I am, please check the above ticker. The other person told me I was big. Flat out. I'm not really sure why people feel the need to say these kinds of things. I know I'm pregnant and I should embrace it. I truly do. However, that doesn't mean I'm not still self conscious of my body. I really just don't think it is appropriate. I am outspoken, loud, to the point and occasionally obnoxious, but never intentionally try to hurt someone's feelings. Especially, about their weight. Oh, and by the way, I've only gained about 10 lbs.

I called my mother to ask her what I should say next time someone so lovingly comments on my size. She was polite and told me a very politically correct response. However, I think I'll go with this one:

This is how I picture that conversation going:

Commenter: "Wow, you are big! How far along are you!?!"
Me: "Wow", you're big, too! And you're not even pregnant!"

We'll see how it goes. I have several months left on this journey so it should be interesting.

Oh, and if you are interested to see how big I actually am, scroll down. There are recent pictures.

And if you ever think you might want to comment on how big I am, please do. But only dish it out, if you can take it!

A reason to celebrate...

I finally got around to having my picture taken with my 22 week 2 day big tummy. Nothing too much to actually report. My ankles started swelling a little and she is kicking harder. Unfortunately, Peter can not feel it yet. I can't wait until he can. I've been to one bachelorette party and one wedding.

I've got two more weddings to go. It's so nice to be around so

much love. Also, the free food and dancing isn't too bad. Peter says I can have a glass of wine every now and then. It is really nice to see everyone staring at me having a glass of wine as if I was killing my unborn child. She's fine. I promise.

I started my registry at Babies R Us. It is really funny how many items they recommend but I don't really think are that necessary. Since most of my friends have already had children, they are a really big help with what to register for. They also have offered several of their gently used items to me for use. Luckily, I don't really care what color things are (as long as they aren't pink). Peter is still working on the baby's room. I'll put pictures up soon. No work has been done in weeks because he has been really busy with many other things (like taking care of me).

Check back with you soon!

It's so true...

I have to agree with this song because well, it's true. I have discovered this. We told everyone what the sex of the baby was and her name. Why hide it? Especially, if you know...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tJRzBpFjJS8

Half way there...

Yesterday marked the official half way point in my pregnancy. I have not registered, or even thought about it too much for that matter. The baby's room has crown molding and a ceiling fan. The making for an awesome room. Other than that, nothing! I don't really look at baby clothes as I pass them in the store nor have I bought anything even remotely related to a baby. I figure, I have have approximately 20 more weeks ahead of me, why rush things. My mom always told me I was the Queen of Procrastination. I think I'll hold onto that title for a while longer; at least until my daughter grows up and can carry on the title. I'm really more interested in the fact that I am going to Florida this weekend, two of my friends are getting married at the end of the month, UGA football starts so that means tailgating, I am going to the Dominican Republic in October, Halloween, Thanksgiving and maybe even Christmas if she isn't early. So, with all this on my mind, how could I buy a pink dress. I mean, seriously. Soon enough, it will be all about her. I'll make it about me for as long as possible.

Oh, for all you fruit fans out there (you know who you are), our little one is the size of a banana this week. Not one of those small bananas that they give you on a plane, but one of those bananas that could win the Most Hormones Injected Award! Hells Yeah!

As hinted above, I do procrastinate. Soon enough, I will put up one of those adorable side shots of me with my belly protruding so my family can ooh and aah over it. Soon enough.

Are you ok? And by you, I mean the baby...

Yesterday started out to be a really good day. I was finally getting off of work and I had just pulled out of the business complex when, BAM! Someone rear ends my car. After the inital shock of getting hit really hard, I pulled to the side of the road. The person who hit me pulls over, too. He tries to tell me in his own broken English way, that he will pay for the car but please don't call the cops because either he didn't have a license or he would lose his license. At this point, I could really care less about the car. I told him that I had to call the cops because I was pregnant and I needed to make sure the baby and I are OK. So, what does he do? DRIVES OFF! I was so pissed. All I kept thinking was, Holy Sh*t, I'm about to bring a person into a world where there are people who are so self centered, they leave a pregnant women, whom they just hit, sitting on the side of the road. I tried to get his license plate but he backed out so I couldn't. The cops, the fire department and the ambulance all came. I was slightly embarrassed.

Anyway, the baby is fine. I am fine, very sore, but fine. Oh, did I mention the baby is OK? I did, OK, good. I just wanted to make sure since everyone seems to overlook the fact that I was also in the accident and prevented the baby from getting hurt. But, I guess that is my life now. It's all about her!

5 fingers and 5 toes...

Today, I went for my anomaly scan appointment at the doctor's office. This means I am about half way through with the pregnancy, which is really crazy to think about. She is in perfect health. No abnormalities. She weighs 10 oz and is right on schedule. Here are a few pictures. I'm sure you can tell what they are of but if not, they are her foot, her hand and a profile picture. Peter and I got to see her playing with her feet. It was very cute. Even the doctor said it was a very cute thing to be able to see. Although Peter loves me and loves the baby and is very excited (scared) to be a father, the doctor appointments are basically hell for him. The paperwork and the waiting room would all be better off done by just me. Unfortunately, he must endure the waiting and the medical questionnaires in order to see his daughter. Today, he asked, "What is hemophilia? I think my mom had it!" Since I didn't have my handy medical dictionary with me, I gave the best answer I could; which I plan to do the rest of my life, answer the best I can!

Don't take this the wrong way but you've had too many cupcakes!

These two stories are only related by the fact that I am pregnant and obviously gaining weight. (I was under the impression that you are supposed to gain weight in order to sustain a healthy pregnancy but, what do I know.)

I was at a gathering this past weekend when an acquaintance of mine saw me for the first time in a year or so. I was wearing a long dress in which I will admit made me look slightly larger and more pregnant than I actually am. However, to me, this doesn't really matter too much because I am already larger than normal so what's a few extra pounds in a dress really matter. She looks at me and says something like "Sandi, don't take this the wrong way but, you look much bigger than my other friend who is pregnant. She is about 4 weeks behind you. I mean, you can really see your baby bump." First, I would like to point out that this "other friend" is 4 weeks behind me. I was not this large 4 weeks ago either. Crazy how that baby just keeps growing. Second, I don't really think anyone in their right mind would ever say something like that to a regular fat person, so I'm not really sure where they think they can say this to a pregnant woman. Thirdly, if you ever start a sentence with "Don't take this the wrong way but, " then whom ever you are talking to probably doesn't want to hear the end of it. Lastly, I was very polite when I responded to her comment by saying, " Yeah, but did her boobs double in size?"

My lovely european husband and I were laying in bed the other night when I was going over what I had eaten for the day. I usually do this because I am usually hungry by the time I am going to bed and for sadistic reasons, talking about what I already had to eat makes it better. I told Peter I had eaten two mini cupcakes. All of a sudden, he got really iratated with me and started questioning my food choices and whether or not they were the right ones for the baby. I couldn't for the life of my understand why he was so upset. I just kept telling him, I only ate two mini cupcakes. He got even more upset and decides to leave the room. Well, the next night we are sitting on the couch talking about how stupid the argument was when it dawned on him "Two Mini Cupcakes". Yes, that's right. He thought I said "Too Many Cupcakes". He thought I was shoveling nothing but sugar into my body for dinner. So, as I have let him many times before, he claimed "Language Barrier". Except this time, I actually agreed with him!

17 weeks 5 days

Here I am with the 2nd profile picture. I didn't post the first because I do not have it. I'm sure at some point someone will send it to me and then I'll post it. I get those e-mails from some pregnancy websites. I received one last week and the headline said "This week, people can tell you are pregnant." I thought to myself " yeah, I don't just look fat anymore"! Anyway, she is kicking away and I can feel it every once in a while. Mostly when she doesn't like the way I sit or lay down. She is so considerate to let me know.

More recent history...

I am 16 weeks and 4 days here. I was so impatient about finding out the sex of the baby. So, my loving husband went along with me to one of those 3-D imaging clinics. We found out we were having a girl. I did not care about the gender, so I was happy. When we told everyone it was a girl, the first comment out of their mouths was "What does Peter think of that?". I calmly stated that he was thrilled to have a girl as if he would be disappointed. I guess some people don't know him as well as they think!

Here, I am around 8 weeks along. Everything was looking good. I had told my mother at this point in the pregnancy about the good news. She wanted to tell everyone but I insisted she was another 4 weeks. I'm not sure how she made it that long, but she did. This is her first grandchild so I can only imagine the attention it will get.

A bit of history...

This is the ultrasound picture around 6 weeks. When I intially went to the doctor, they thought I was further along. I tried to tell them I wasn't but they insisted. So, all you get is a little fetal pole. At this point, I was just happy everything looked good!

You're just not approachable...

I guess I am just not the sentimental type. Go figure. Also, I am told I am not approachable, whatever that means. Anyway, I have to say that I haven't had random strangers ask me ,or for that matter not ask me, to touch my belly. You can definitely tell I am pregnant now and I don't just look "fat". So, being unapproachable, has it's upsides. I look at this in a very positive light. Angry Sandi : 1, Curious Public : 0.

Because I am not that sentimental, I do not have but a few pictures of my belly progress. I'll post pictures soon enough. And, I promise, to start caring slightly more and remembering to take pictures of my belly.

That's news to me...

So, I figured I'd give this whole blog thing a shot. A few of my friends have them and I actually read them and find them interesting. Also, I don't really like talking on the phone so I can keep in touch without actually having to keep in touch. Lame, I know. So, here we go...