Super Sized

I went to the doctor's yesterday for my monthly checkup. Usually I am pretty excited about these visits because it means the doc gets to check on the little bub and tell me he is okay. He is still doing great, don't get me wrong, I on the other hand am not. First the nurse tells me I have gained nine whole pounds since my last visit which is enough to bum me out to the max all by itself. Not that I'm a total chunker, it's just not something any girl wants to hear, ever. Then they tell me I am slightly anemic and have to take daily iron pills to get what I am obviously lacking in my diet. It didn't sound so bad until they told me that the pills tend to cause nausea and constipation. Great! My fave! Then on top of that I didn't pass the one hour glucose screening test for gestational diabetes so I have to go in for a three hour test in which they will draw blood five times within those three hours. My arms are gonna be hurtin! I'm really worried that I wont pass that test either. I don't keep up the best diet in the world. Anyway, back to the doctor's visit... So then we had an ultrasound to get some 3D pictures of the little tyke. Unfortunately we didn't get any because he was in there with his arm up over his face. Like he knew we were watching and he just couldn't be bothered. I am pretty sure he was taking a nap though because he wasn't moving and by the looks of his profile his eyes were closed. So the doctor decided to take matters into her own hands and tried to get him to wake up and move by jabbing me in the belly with the ultrasound wand. That was a fun little treat for me and the baby. Well, it made him move but not in the direction we wanted. It also did not succeed in getting him to lower his arm. I don't blame him. If was being ambushed by the outside with an unknown weapon I would be shielding my face too. So the doctor gave up and said we would try again next month. She did say though that by what she could see he had no noticeable facial defects. So that's always nice to know. She measured him and told us that he weighs about 2lbs and 15oz. I'm not sure if that is normal or not because she didn't say. But the book said that during the third trimester he is supposed to gain about a pound a week. I really hope he doesn't though because that would mean I might end up with a thirteen pound baby. I really think I would die. So maybe I should stop eating all the carbohydrates and junk I usually eat and start eating my meats and veggies so that I don't end up with some monster sized baby.

Close Encounter

So today was an interesting day. I set out to get some much needed grocery shopping done with the help of my friend Dave. I like to get the shopping done when Tim isn't around for two reasons... 1. So he doesn't try to buy every single junk food item in the store and 2. so he isn't complaining the whole time that he just got off work and he doesn't feel like walking around the store. So me and Dave set off around two in the afternoon. We hit the Costco and then the regular grocery store in town. Then we decided to go back to the house to drop off the stuff that needed to be refrigerated before we went out to lunch and then finished the rest of the shopping at Walmart. So after we bring all of the crap back to the house we drive out through this little neighborhood to get to the main road that goes back into town. As I am driving I notice that there are middle school aged kids walking up the sidewalks with their backpacks and books. Obviously school was out so I slowed down to about twenty miles per hour, which is five miles an hour under the speed limit in that area, so as not to hit any of the kiddies walking around. Anyway, so as we are driving on this road, I notice we are about to pass the last of the kids, what I do not notice is that they have a dog with them. I didn't notice this because they were passing behind one of those community mail boxes that take up the whole sidewalk so my view of their canine companion was obstructed. If I had been able to see him then I probably would have noticed that he was walking along side these kids without a leash on. But since I didn't even know he was there you can imagine my surprise when the dog decided to run at full speed across the road to get to a little critter that was on the other side. He just seemed to come out of nowhere. But since I was going so slow anyway it was pretty easy for me to slam on my breaks but the dog still hit my car a little. Don't worry, he was fine. Just a little shook up. Then again so was I. So after that happened the kids that I guess own the dog ran out into the street to see if he was okay, which he was. I still asked them if he was okay and if they needed any help but they wouldn't talk to me. They just glared at me like I was some kind of murderer. Like I had WANTED to hit their dog. So I finaly just gave up and drove away. The moral of the story: DON'T LET YOUR DOG OUT WITHOUT A LEASH!! Or else I just might hit him.

Disappearing Act

Lately I've been noticing that every day my belly button gets smaller and smaller. It's pretty bizarre. I wonder if it will actually disappear. My sister in law's belly button went from being an innie to an outie when she was pregnant. Hopefully mine doesn't come completely out. Something about a belly button sticking out kind of makes me a little sick. But then again a lot of things have been happening during my pregnancy that I would have thought was really sick pre-pregnancy.

This last Friday I took a trip to Island Hospital to get my glucose screening test done. I arrived there at four thirty in the afternoon, checked in, waited for an hour to be called and then after I was called the lady tells me that the test takes an hour and I didn't have time to do it since they close in twenty minutes. In the back of my mind I was thinking, "why didn't you just give me the damn drink when I first got here so that all she would have to do at that point was take my freaking blood sample and be done with it?" But I didn't say anything. I wasn't even a little bit rude. Strange huh? It seems that being pregnant has taught me how to be patient. I never would have thought that was possible. So I will be going back to the hospital next Friday. The lady gave me the glucose coctail to take home with me so I could refrigerate it before I have to drink it. I really hope it doesn't taste like caugh syrup or we are going to have a major problem.

So I don't know if this is common with other pregnant women but lately I have been having major trouble sleeping. It's just not comfortable anymore. The night before last I had major heart burn and last night my baby wouldn't stop jabbing me in the side. I had to lay on my back until he settled down. Even then he seemed to get irritated when I rolled back onto my side. With him getting heavier and stronger by the minute I don't know how I am going to survive the next couple of months. But even with him annoying the crap out of me at night and killing my back slowly during the day I still can't help but feel an overwhelming amount of love for the little guy. I guess that's why it's called unconditional.

Last night I had another weird dream. It wasn't as freaky as the last one I wrote about but it was still weird. I dreamed I was pregnant and all that good stuff but that I had agreed in my early stages of pregnancy to give the baby up for adoption to my uncle and that I would be compensated three thousand dollars. But in my dream when I was as far along as I am in real life I had a change of heart and I was trying everything to get out of the arrangement I had agreed to. But there was a lot of legal paperwork involved not to mention the awkwardness of telling a family member you don't want to give them your child. Then the whole family and I had to sit down to dinner to a meal of meat loaf. I don't know why meat loaf, probably because in real life I hate the stuff and my subconscious wanted to punish my dream self for giving up her own baby. I never did get around to letting my uncle know he would not in fact be recieving my baby. Instead my dream ended with a midnight car race down the side of a mountain where a state trooper was waiting with one of those speeding radar guns. Needless to say I woke up feeling very confused and a little paranoid. So anyway, I guess I should lay off the sweets before bed.

S'more Please

I'm now in my twenty seventh week of pregnancy! Only thirteen more weeks to go! I really cannot believe how fast this is happening. I am really loving being pregnant though. It's so strange how I can love the little guy so much and we have never even met face to face! And he is getting stronger and stronger every day. The other day Tim wanted to see if he put his ear up to my belly if he might be able to hear the baby moving around. Well, right after he set his head on my stomach the baby gave him a giant kick in the head! It was the funniest thing I had seen all week! I wonder how much the little guy is aware of in there. I wonder if the kick was more a reflex or if he just really was irritated that something heavy was sitting on top of him. Either way it sure surprised Tim!

The baby is still continuing to wake up around four thirty every morning despite my best efforts to stay asleep myself. I really feel I'm starting to recognize his sleep and wake patterns now. I guess it's a good thing. I better get used to this because once he is born I won't have time to get cranky.

So last night I was really craving chocolate. I know it's probably not the best thing to be craving but I couldn't help it! So I sent Tim to the store to pick up the ingredients to make s'mores. And boy were they good! The only bad thing was that I ate them while sitting in bed and got melted chocolate on my favorite blanket. And on top of that I couldn't even wash it because the washer and dryer are still broken. So my blanket is stuck with this awful brown stain on it until the end of the week. But I'm not sorry, it was worth it.

I'm a little bit nervous because at the end of the week I have to go to the doctor's for the glucose screening test. I hate sitting at the doctor's office so the idea of having to spend a whole hour there just makes me sick. I am also crossing my fingers that I pass the test. I would hate to have to be on a special diet for the rest of my pregnancy. Maybe I shouldn't have anymore s'mores! Anyway, wish me luck with that one!