Dear Blob,
We had another picture of you taken this past week. http://zeppmusi.vshost.com/Family/Baby/
Now that you're 12 weeks along you're really starting to look much more like a human baby than a blob. Might have to consider renaming the blog again, I guess!
The doc says that you appear to him to be a girl. He's not 100% certain, but all signs are pointing that way. I have to admit that I was sort of hoping you were a boy--mainly so that your sister wouldn't be more traumatized than she already is by all of this--but now that the idea of you being a girl has had a chance to sink in, I'm thrilled. Having had one of both already, I know the pros and cons of raising each sex and, truth be told, little girls are just easier. Plus they're fun to dress. :-)
So, I'm happy that you're going to be a girl--if that is, indeed, what you will be. Because there's still a chance that doc got it wrong, I'm not painting the nursery yet. We go back during the first part of May for one more scan and at that time he'll be able to tell for certain, so I'm holding off until then to buy, paint, or decorate anything.
Right now I think your name will be Lillian Grace.
I was going for Zoe to begin with, but there are just so many Zoe's, and Lillian, to me, is just so much more pretty and feminine.
Doc also says that everything looked really good as far as your overall health and well-being. The scan I had was to try to determine how high the risk is that you might have a birth defect such as Down's syndrome. I'll get the official lab reports back this week, but preliminary findings--that is, what he could see in the scan--indicate that all is well with you. I was glad to hear that because I do worry a little since I am an "older" mom and your father is much, much older than most typical new dads. But I think you're going to be fine.
Until next time,
Much love,
Mommy
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Dear Blob,
Nothing really new to report. Just had a few minutes and decided to write.
I stayed home today (Tuesday, March 13) because one of your sister's pet rats were sick and had to go to the vet. Turned out she (the rat) had a rather large tumor in her abdomen so the decision was made to euthanize her. I decided that it would not be ideal to tell your sister this news over the phone, so I chose to work at home so that I could meet her when she got off the bus this afternoon.
I'm so full of pregnancy hormones that I couldn't even stay in the room while they euthanized it. I just can't deal with anything like that right now. I mean, I wasn't especially close to the rat or anything, but the thought of having to put it to death just made me so sad I could hardly bear it. (I also react this way to sad news stories and movie plots. It's a pregnancy thing. When I was pregnant with Elizabeth I had to stop reading the paper for awhile because it upset me too much.)
I think, though, that overall I'm starting to get out of the first trimester "ick" and into the wonderful second trimester. My energy level still isn't up to par, but the food thing seems to abating. And I do have more energy than I did even a few weeks ago. I still have to force myself to go exercise, but that was the case even before I became pregnant!
I have to admit that sometimes I have a lot of self-doubt about whether or not getting pregnant was the right thing to do. I mean, there's William and Elizabeth, almost ready to tackle life on their own, and here I am starting completely over with another one. Of course, I had a lot of doubt when I was pregnant with them, as well, though for different reasons. And in the end, I wouldn't have had it any other way.
Strange, really. I remember vividly when I was pregnant with your sister thinking to myself: How on earth am I going to be able to handle another child? How can I possibly love another child as much as I love William? But then she was born and my heart just opened up and all those doubts just flew right out the window. So now when I wonder how on earth I'm going to handle having another child, and when I worry that I'm all out of love capacity, I know it's normal, and that it's really very silly because as soon as you're here I know it's going to be impossible for me to remember a time when you weren't with me. Of course, this knowledge still doesn't keep the doubt and worry at bay. . .
So oh well, your forgetful brother forgot his tennis shoes that he needs for tennis practice today so I must go deliver them to him here in a moment. Lucky thing for him that I am home today, I guess.
Until next time,
I remain,
Yours truly,
Mommy
Nothing really new to report. Just had a few minutes and decided to write.
I stayed home today (Tuesday, March 13) because one of your sister's pet rats were sick and had to go to the vet. Turned out she (the rat) had a rather large tumor in her abdomen so the decision was made to euthanize her. I decided that it would not be ideal to tell your sister this news over the phone, so I chose to work at home so that I could meet her when she got off the bus this afternoon.
I'm so full of pregnancy hormones that I couldn't even stay in the room while they euthanized it. I just can't deal with anything like that right now. I mean, I wasn't especially close to the rat or anything, but the thought of having to put it to death just made me so sad I could hardly bear it. (I also react this way to sad news stories and movie plots. It's a pregnancy thing. When I was pregnant with Elizabeth I had to stop reading the paper for awhile because it upset me too much.)
I think, though, that overall I'm starting to get out of the first trimester "ick" and into the wonderful second trimester. My energy level still isn't up to par, but the food thing seems to abating. And I do have more energy than I did even a few weeks ago. I still have to force myself to go exercise, but that was the case even before I became pregnant!
I have to admit that sometimes I have a lot of self-doubt about whether or not getting pregnant was the right thing to do. I mean, there's William and Elizabeth, almost ready to tackle life on their own, and here I am starting completely over with another one. Of course, I had a lot of doubt when I was pregnant with them, as well, though for different reasons. And in the end, I wouldn't have had it any other way.
Strange, really. I remember vividly when I was pregnant with your sister thinking to myself: How on earth am I going to be able to handle another child? How can I possibly love another child as much as I love William? But then she was born and my heart just opened up and all those doubts just flew right out the window. So now when I wonder how on earth I'm going to handle having another child, and when I worry that I'm all out of love capacity, I know it's normal, and that it's really very silly because as soon as you're here I know it's going to be impossible for me to remember a time when you weren't with me. Of course, this knowledge still doesn't keep the doubt and worry at bay. . .
So oh well, your forgetful brother forgot his tennis shoes that he needs for tennis practice today so I must go deliver them to him here in a moment. Lucky thing for him that I am home today, I guess.
Until next time,
I remain,
Yours truly,
Mommy
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Dear Blob,
We had our first visit at the Women's Birth & Wellness Center today. They examined me, asked me lots of questions, and listened to your heart beat. Everything was fine. We are both doing great. We go back in three weeks when I'll have to drink this awful orange gunk in order to test for gestational diabetes. (Because your brother and sister were large babies I have to undergo this test at 14 weeks.) I like the center a lot. They were all very friendly and even humored me my request to not know my weight.
So as far as the pregnancy stuff in general, I think that I may be getting over the nausea thing a bit, although I still have fairly strong likes and dislikes when it comes to food. Most of this is attributable to mood, though, and not so much feeling sick, as was the case a few weeks ago. Some of the things I like: chips, particularly cheetos, combos, and tortillas with salsa; bread; pasta; fruit, especially bananas and oranges; sweet potatoes; tomato soup; pizza; wheat thins; pickles; and all Mexican food. Some of the things I don't really like or do not sound appealing to me: steak; pork; cheese all by itself; salad; veal; chicken livers; shrimp; etc. Really anything "heavy" doesn't appeal to me. Dinner time has been challenging because while I'm generally ravenous during the day, I rarely feel hungry at night, making it difficult to plan dinner.
You are still making me extremely tired. Extremely. Dawg tired. I am hoping that this will soon pass. I'm not sure I can stand 7 more months of feeling this fatigued. It also isn't helping my exercise mission. Whenever I have time to take a walk or otherwise get some exercise, I just want to lie down and go to sleep. I have become one with the couch. I rarely stay awake much past 10 o'clock in the evening.
I'm also still sensitive to smells. I can't even wear my own perfume. Your dad cooked sausage the other weekend and I thought I would die. The lady who sits beside me at work likes some kind of hand lotion that turns my stomach. About a month ago I tried to carve up a pork roast after dinner and the smell made me feel so ill I had to go outside for a moment to clear my senses.
What other things are going on with me?
There's still the tender breast issue, but that's not going to change anytime soon. In fact, it'll probably get worse the bigger you--and they--get.
My waist has expanded a bit (though that could be due more to my new found desire for junk food than to your growth). Not enough for anyone to tell I'm pregnant, but enough that I don't even attempt to wear my "normal" slacks to work (except this one pair that is cut low and really comfy). Instead I wear these maternity pants I bought from Gap. They don't look like maternity pants at all as long as I leave my shirttail out. I can still wear my jeans, but only because they are made with that stretchy material.
Well I'm sleepy and tired of typing, so I think I'll call it a blog entry and take a quick nap before dinner (which is tomato soup and grilled cheese tonight).
Love you,
Mom
We had our first visit at the Women's Birth & Wellness Center today. They examined me, asked me lots of questions, and listened to your heart beat. Everything was fine. We are both doing great. We go back in three weeks when I'll have to drink this awful orange gunk in order to test for gestational diabetes. (Because your brother and sister were large babies I have to undergo this test at 14 weeks.) I like the center a lot. They were all very friendly and even humored me my request to not know my weight.
So as far as the pregnancy stuff in general, I think that I may be getting over the nausea thing a bit, although I still have fairly strong likes and dislikes when it comes to food. Most of this is attributable to mood, though, and not so much feeling sick, as was the case a few weeks ago. Some of the things I like: chips, particularly cheetos, combos, and tortillas with salsa; bread; pasta; fruit, especially bananas and oranges; sweet potatoes; tomato soup; pizza; wheat thins; pickles; and all Mexican food. Some of the things I don't really like or do not sound appealing to me: steak; pork; cheese all by itself; salad; veal; chicken livers; shrimp; etc. Really anything "heavy" doesn't appeal to me. Dinner time has been challenging because while I'm generally ravenous during the day, I rarely feel hungry at night, making it difficult to plan dinner.
You are still making me extremely tired. Extremely. Dawg tired. I am hoping that this will soon pass. I'm not sure I can stand 7 more months of feeling this fatigued. It also isn't helping my exercise mission. Whenever I have time to take a walk or otherwise get some exercise, I just want to lie down and go to sleep. I have become one with the couch. I rarely stay awake much past 10 o'clock in the evening.
I'm also still sensitive to smells. I can't even wear my own perfume. Your dad cooked sausage the other weekend and I thought I would die. The lady who sits beside me at work likes some kind of hand lotion that turns my stomach. About a month ago I tried to carve up a pork roast after dinner and the smell made me feel so ill I had to go outside for a moment to clear my senses.
What other things are going on with me?
There's still the tender breast issue, but that's not going to change anytime soon. In fact, it'll probably get worse the bigger you--and they--get.
My waist has expanded a bit (though that could be due more to my new found desire for junk food than to your growth). Not enough for anyone to tell I'm pregnant, but enough that I don't even attempt to wear my "normal" slacks to work (except this one pair that is cut low and really comfy). Instead I wear these maternity pants I bought from Gap. They don't look like maternity pants at all as long as I leave my shirttail out. I can still wear my jeans, but only because they are made with that stretchy material.
Well I'm sleepy and tired of typing, so I think I'll call it a blog entry and take a quick nap before dinner (which is tomato soup and grilled cheese tonight).
Love you,
Mom
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