Week 8: Apple Juice Rocks

Passed the two month mark today!  Hooray!  Only 8 more months to go.

As the subject of this post indicates, I love apple juice.  It tastes so freaking good.  

Being pregnant has made me very thirsty.  I must have liquids at all times, because when I get thirsty, it's not like "oh, I'm a tad parched."  It's: "Must. Drink. Now."  Hold that thought while I go grab some water.

Okay, better now.

We have our first doctors appointments on Thursday and Friday.  The first is just blood draws and checking vitals, etc.  The second will be to meet the doctor and have an ultrasound (I hope).  I'm not sure I'll stay with the doctor.  There's a highly recommended midwife I'd like to meet with, but decided to wait until at least the pregnancy is confirmed.

I started wondering today about the babe.  An episode of the show Firefly ("Heart of Gold"), a woman is giving birth and one of the characters asks: "Who's in there?"  Is it my Italian Grandmother?  My cousin Tony?  Audrey Hepburn?  A combination?  Or someone completely new?  Genetically, I hope the kid gets my teeth - I have very strong, healthy teeth.  Only had two cavities.  Jason has 48 cavities, or something like that.  

And I hope the kid gets my ears.  No one has ears like me, not even my parents.  I have a double ridge at the top - most folks only have one.  Riding the subway in Chicago, I used to look for ears like mine, but no one ever came close.  It would be nice to share that trait.  Except, it makes it difficult to find head phones (the kind that stick in the ear) that fit.  And I think it affects my hearing, making it a little worse than average.  But that's just a theory.

7

Yes, I've become one of those pregnant women.  Oh well, I've waited a long time for this and only plan to do it once, so I'm going to indulge myself.  If you are bored by embryo updates, check back next week when it becomes a fetus, or check back in October, when it becomes a newborn.  Or check back in 2027, when it finally leaves home for college/welding school/vagabonding about Africa.

And I'm also one of those pregnant ladies that doesn't really have many first trimester pregnancy symptoms.  My mom didn't either - I imagine it's a bit genetic.  While I only get a little queasy, I do get fairly crabby and I'm often up for a nap, especially after I've just woken up in the morning.  Get up, feed the kiddos, make tea and back to bed for an hour.  And juice - I just can't drink it.  Any kind.  Makes me queasy or gives me heartburn.  Weirdness.

We've started "nesting" - try not to puke.  We finally unpacked our last box that we moved from Portland two years ago.  We took a bunch of stuff to Salvation Army.  The cat's room is no longer a storage spot where they also eat and poop - now, it's a room with lovely curtains, an armchair, coffee table and a computer and desk - where they eat and poop.  It's slowly transitioning into the baby's room.  If I had my way, it would be transitioned.  But, someone who shall remain nameless, insists that since we have 33 weeks to go, it might not be necessary to do it all right this minute.  This person might be right, since I do have a propensity for changing my mind.

And let's talk a minute about having 33 weeks to go.  I had always hoped I'd be one of those ladies who would find out at month 3 that I was pregnant, so I'd already have the first trimester out of the way, but I suspected this would not be the case.  My periods are like clockwork and I keep track of them, so no luck.  And this will come as no surprise to most of you - I'm horribly impatient.  I'm not exactly ready for the baby to be here, but I am ready for a baby bump and to be wearing maternity clothes.  I will likely complain about these things when the time comes - that's the magic of Cora.  Perhaps I should take this as a time to learn some patience and work on my obsessiveness (which, thanks to my hormone fluctuations, has flared back up, despite still being on my meds).  Ugh.

And there you are.  I didn't think I had much to say, but apparently, like my surprise vomit the other day, the words just poured out.  That's gross, so I'll end there.

Week 6

Yes, I am obsessed with the pregnancy.  But I've always been fascinated with fetal development of any living creature.  So, there you go, Baby D, six weeks.

There is other stuff going on besides the baby.  I've got work drama - again - but, I can't write about it in any detail here.  Let's just say, the combo of work drama and raging hormones make for a very cranky Cora.

Beyond those two things?  Not much.  Started working on a new crewell/embroidery pattern that I got at a thrift store - a vase with flowers.  That kind of work is very meditative. 

Oh yeah!  We got a wood burning stove for the downstairs.  Jason's teaching me to build fires.  Here's Jason with the first fire he built in it.  

The cats, especially Hugo, love it.  Hugo loves to chew on the fire wood. 

And we're re-watching the first three seasons of The Sopranos - a violent, curse ridden show that is sheer brilliance.

There you are.

Baby D

We finally did it!  We're pregnant!  Only about 5 1/2 weeks along (see left).  Due tentatively October 7.  

I'm doing all right.  I've been exhausted, had tender boobs and had nausea - the mixture varies from day to day.

Only mild cravings for navel oranges, plain nan, Chicken & Stars soup and smoothies.  Oh yes, and vegan Whoopie Pies, but, alas, none to be found.

Our first doctor's appointment is Feb. 27 -- more info and a possible sonogram photo to follow.

Oh, and here's a picture of the first positive pregnancy test.  We took two and opted not to keep them, since, you know, I peed on them.

P.S. Nan -- how's that for an update?