( 3:22 PM )
Attention Paris Pool Participants!!
I scored high on my glucose test, and that's not good. It means that I have gestational diabetes. The facts in the NIH piece say that I'm not fully diagnosed until I get another test done, but with my family history, I'm betting on it. THUS...there's a chance that Paris will actually be larger than any of us might expect. I'm giving you all the chance to readjust your weight guesses until July 1. So give it some thought, if you want.
Oh and this really sucks.
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( 9:00 AM )
*poke* *punch*
*poke* *kick*
Sounds like an old Batman episode, eh? Well it's the way I was awaken at about 1 am this morning. Paris & the hubby were play fighting. He was up doing some work and crawled into bed. I guess he went to say goodnight to Paris and noticed that Paris was moving. [note: I do not feel Paris at night. I sleep thru it.] So he put his hand on my belly and poked back. Paris punched back. Then he poked back. Paris kicked back. Now *that* I felt. I woke up to my insane husband giggling like a school girl and playing with our 27-week-old fetus. *rolling eyes*
The way that Paris has its daddy wrapped around its finger, I'd swear its a girl. I guess we'll just have to wait & see. But I do fear what this morning means to my future life.
~~~~~future~~~~~~
I come home to find flour all over the floor as a food fight has broken out. Giggling can be heard from the outside of the house.
~~~~~back to present~~~~~~
I'm doomed.
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( 10:08 AM )
whew!
Last night I got home to a big package waiting for me. It was info on one of the HMOs I get to choose from in May. It's called HMO Illinois, but it's really Blue Cross Blue Shield. And I whipped right to the OB/GYN section and lo-and-behold, there's my midwife's practice. whew! That's a fucking load off. Now I don't have to keep fretting that I'll have to have Paris in my bathroom* cause no one will treat me. Yeah, my mind fucks with my reason a lot.
Now for the next crisis! yiyiyiyiyi!!!!!!!!!!!
*Not bashing home births. I just don't think they're for me, especially unassisted home births.
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( 9:48 AM )
The high today is expected to be 55 degrees. That didn't stop this insane pregger chick to wear sandles out. I'm just tired of trying to put on my shoes anymore. Plus Tuesday I wore a new pair of sandles and they just tore up my poor footies. So today I tore off the band-aids and am letting the babies get some air. Don't worry, Cinn, the band-aids go back on for tonight. Can't gross ya out. ;-)
Last night was our second Bradley class. It went by a lot quicker than the first. I dunno why, it lasted just as long. Last night was about nutrition, so we watched this video on nutrition. Being in Bradley is kinda like being back in high school health class. *giggle* Anywho, the doc on the video is talking about how the fetus lives off of what we feed outselves, it does not just take things from the woman's body - the baby is not a parasite! I almost lost it. The hubby bent down (he sits on the couch, while I'm on the floor) and whispered in my ear, "See, Paris is not a parasite!" Again, it took all my strength not to bust out laughing.
So now the hubby is calling Paris "lil one" on occasion. But really, it's too late for that. It's Paris. After class I was just cracking up in the car cause the hubby was freaking out about Paris' nickname. He's too funny. Finally I just yelled, it's a joke! Sure, Paris isn't a parasite in the way the doc explained it, meaning that Paris would just suck my body dry of nutrients. I know I need to feed Paris, but there's still a cord attached to us and Paris feeds thru it. I think that's a tad parasitic. *giggle* If we do this again, I'll let the hubby pick the nickname. *lol*
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( 11:27 AM )
Sometimes life just smacks you in the kisser. Friday I got home and opened up a letter from my employer saying that as of June 30, 2003, I will no longer have Humana as my insurance. FUCK! That's what I'm using to easily pay for my midwife.
Sure, I can use the hubby's insurance to pay for it, but it takes 6 months to pay for a pap smear, can you imagine the hassle of paying for a baby? *sigh*
So I'm all stressed over that. And of course the benefits people over here are all la-de-da...just pick another carrier. We do get our choice of 3 different HMOs. But hello? What if they won't carry her? ahhh!!!
Thankfully my midwife's staff is better informed. They told me not to worry, everything will work out. Will keep ya informed.
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( 1:56 PM )
Paris loves its uncle Kevin. This is the second Thursday in a row that he's made me lunch at his apartment. As soon as I get settled back at my desk, Paris starts moving around. I guess it takes about an hour for Paris to really get the full flavor of uncle Kevin's cooking.
Today he made us breakfast: pancakes, sausage, hash browns, fruit salad, and cheesy scrambled eggs. YUM!
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( 10:01 AM )
BabyCenter.com is a great resource. I often pop over there when I have a small question or just want to look at the drawings of what Paris should be looking like. I got the hubby to sign up for the weekly newsletters as well. I should have known that would haunt me.
See, the hubby is not like your average man. He really cares. I mean, really cares. And worries. He knows when my menstrual cycle is and when I should get my period. That lead to him almost driving me to murder when we were trying to get pregnant. Every week, "Are we pregnant? Did you get your period?" Since I was on the pill for almost 9 years, it took awhile for my ovaries to kick into gear. And it was killing him.
Now that I'm pregnant, he reads all that he can. He also highlights in his beautiful brain all the DON'Ts in the world and is insistant that I stick to them. Even thou, my midwife has said that partaking in a don't once in blue moon won't spell tragedy. Tuesday night I had class and I was in a rush to get something for dinner. I grabbed a turkey sandwich, which is one of those no-nos. He was upset. My midwife suggests to stay away from them, but she's also vegetarian and no meat is good news to her. My coworker who has a beautiful 10-week old girl ate turkey sandwiches at least twice a week during her pregnancy. I figured that eating that one after a good 2 months of abstaining would be ok. Not for hubby.
I know I'm lucky. Most women bitch that their husbands wouldn't know a tampon from a roll of lifesavers. Mine knows the difference all too well. So if I bitch about him being overbearing, you know what it means.
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( 4:18 PM )
new layout...
That's Paris up there. From left to right...6 weeks, 8 weeks, and then 22 weeks. The eight week was done to confirm it was 8 weeks and then printed for our moms, thus the "Hi Grandma" on the picture.
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( 10:16 AM )
I went to my first pre-natal yoga class on Saturday. Here's what I learned:
1) I now know that I would have sucked as a ballerina. I have no coordination with my body.
2) I could never teach yoga because I can't breathe out of my nose 24/7.
3) It felt great! I can't believe that it took me this long to go and I can't wait to go again. But I will since Kat will be visiting this weekend.
4) I also intend to continue with yoga after giving birth to Paris with their Baby & Me classes.
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( 9:49 AM )
The pool, althou still small, was getting icky over in the sidebar. So I created a calendar. Just cause the day you want to pick isn't there, doesn't mean you can't pick it.
Thanks for playing!
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( 2:01 PM )
Attention, readers!
OK, all 4 of you are here. Tracy has started the baby pool. If you want in, just email me or leave a comment in this thread. Gender, bday, and weight.
I'll think of a niec prezzie for the winner.
RULES:
F/M --> pretty simple. (1 point)
Bday --> Closest without going over (2 points)
weight --> Closest without going over (2 points)
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( 11:41 AM )
The birthing class was great. My instructor is a sweet woman who thinks everything about birthing is "Wonderful!" She may get on my nerves with her sweetness, but I doubt it. It's a small class, just 3 other couples. We had to watch an old 70s video showcasing 5 couples that had their baby without drugs. Yikes! I feel so bad for my mom having to give birth in ugly hospitals like that.
Anywho, after the video class was over. The hubby asked me what I thought and I said, "At least I can try." I really want to do this without drugs, but I'm not sure I'm tough enough. He looked over at me and said, "I know you can do this. We can do this." *swoon*
This whole baby thing has gotten him into a more loving disposition. Not that he wasn't before, but it's different. Example, last night at class, it's best for mommies-to-be to sit cross-legged on the floor. He sat behind me on the couch, as did all the other daddies-to-be. While we were going thru our workbook, he started to rub my shoulders & play with my hair. He NEVER does that. Now I didn't get my end of the night backrub like our instructor said I should from now on, so when that happens, I'll know he's flipped his lid.
I also got a few things on good nutrition too. So the hubby said we'll do it together. He'll join me in trying to eat the right things. We'll track our food together. How fun is that?
So things are looking up in the realm of Paris. whoa...things are just too real very fast.
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( 3:51 PM )
Tonight is our first birthing class. Yikes! I've opted for the Bradley method which means that yes, your fave latina goddess will be attempting to deliver Paris without drugs. Attempt.
I know there's a point of no return, but I have to at least try. Plus without drugs, I may be able to move around more and I hear that helps things out a lot. I do not want to be tied to a bed.
And I've finally gotten my lazy ass registered in a prenatal yoga class. It was hard before mostly cause they started at 9:30 AM on Saturdays. Plus things started to come up and then, bam...I just plain blew them off. I guess they added an 11:30 AM class, so that's where I'll be.
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( 10:11 AM )
For some items, I am a fashion whore. Cargo pants are one of those things. I love pockets - it's easier to throw my shit in pockets than to carry a purse. The one thing I really hate about maternity pants is that they often skimp on pockets. I've also seen this trend in other women's clothing. Come on, us chicks need pockets too! We can't keep everything in our bras.
So I went to Motherhood Maternity a few weeks ago and got me a new pair of cargo pants. Styling, right? Well I guess in an effort to fit all pregger chicks, they make all the pants for women who are 6 feet tall. My cuffs are dragging on the ground. I had to switch from my very comfy tennis shoes to less comfy, but still loved, chunky heel shoes. I think I'll have to have the hubby dry them in the dryer just once hoping for a good shrink. I wanna be able to wear these pants with sandles once the weather stays warm.
Ah, the joys of motherhood.
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