Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Belly Stuff

My bump is huge today. One of the IT guys looked up at me when I walked in, looked down at my belly, then jumped back.  Literally. He jumped back

It feels different too.  When I woke up this morning, I was caressing it (which, whoa, feels awesome) and it was hard in one area.  I'm assuming that's where the baby is.  But if it's only hard in that one area, and the baby is supposedly only the size of an lemon, then why the heck is my whole belly so big?  It's very cool any mysterious how this all works.

Basically I'm just having a good time with this pregnancy.  And I've had no (knock on wood) morning sickness or weirdo cravings/aversions.  I haven't even had to buy maternity clothes yet, thank goodness, which means I won't have to invest in two seasons worth of clothes I'll never wear again.  It's been pretty fun so far.  I'm almost bracing myself for a really hard second or third trimester just because it's been so easy.

Monday, January 30, 2012

14 Weeks

Baby is the size of a lemon.

Weight: 126 lbs. (Gain of 1.)

Belly: Looking pregnant!

Cravings: Fruit juice.

Aversions: Nothing really.

Exercise:  I only got in a 2.5 mile run on Saturday because I'd been sick for so long.

Doctor's Appointments: My next appointment is in 3 weeks for the Down's Syndrome bloodwork and an ultrasound to determine the gender.

Symptoms: Massive headaches, feeling hungry when I'm not, abdominal muscle soreness, being sweaty all the time, and this full grown beard that sprouted up overnight. But at least I'm not overly exhausted anymore?

Best Moments: Moving into our house, my shiny hair.

What I Miss: Sushi and the social aspect of drinking.

14 weeks

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Our New House

We decided to move into one of my dad's investment properties for the next two years.  So we'll be renting, but we'll also be able to save what we can for a down payment.  Then when two years are up, we can move to the neighbourhood our chosen school is in, or if we end up liking this house, buying it outright from our awesome landlord. (Click to enlarge.)


Our home




Saturday, January 28, 2012

Sick & Tired

I've been sick since Wednesday.  It's awful.  And I know that sounds obvious, but I never realized how awful it really is.  I rarely get sick, and I ever start to feel the tickle in my throat or a sniffle in my nose, I take a pill and I'm fine.  With this pregnancy, however, I can't take medication, so I've spent the past 4 days waiting this out.  And yeah, it's awful.

It makes me so grateful for my health, my normally kick-ass immune system.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Having A Husband

If I had known that having a husband would mean romantic gestures and sweet surprises, then I would have signed up a lot sooner. This is more spoiling than I've gotten in the previous 9 years we'd spent dating.  I love being married!

Dozen roses from my husband
on our wedding day.
Dozen roses I received
on my birthday.
Birthday present - fuzzy slippers!
Surprise in my car this morning.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

13 Weeks

Baby is the size of a peach.

Weight: 126 lbs. (Gain of 1.)

Belly: Small but finally firm, no more sleeping on my stomach.  It actually looks like a baby bump and not just like I ate too much mac & cheese.  I HATE when people touch it.

Cravings: Fruit juice, yogurt, bland foods.

Aversions: Coffee, foods with a lot of flavour.

Exercise:  Ran 2.5 miles on Saturday and 2.5 miles on Sunday.  I'm starting to get some energy back so instead of running a 5-miler once a week like I have been, I'm going to be running less miles at a time but multiple days a week.

Doctor's Appointments: I had a regular checkup on Monday.

Symptoms: Most everything from the first trimester has gone away - smells don't bother me as much, I have less soreness too.  But holy smokes, I'm still exhausted all the damn time.  When will that go away?  I have to move into our new house in the near future.

Best Moments: My little bump, crying about ridiculous things like every time they show clips of this on ESPN, and people always making me food.

What I Miss: Sushi and going to Rebel games.

13 weeks

Monday, January 23, 2012

Gung Hei Fat Choy

Happy Chinese New Year!  2012 is the year of the Dragon:
Occupying the 5th position in the Chinese Zodiac, the Dragon is the mightiest of the signs. Dragons symbolize such character traits as dominance and ambition. Dragons prefer to live by their own rules and if left on their own, are usually successful. They’re driven, unafraid of challenges, and willing to take risks. They’re passionate in all they do and they do things in grand fashion. Unfortunately, this passion and enthusiasm can leave Dragons feeling exhausted and interestingly, unfulfilled.
While Dragons frequently help others, rarely will they ask for help. Others are attracted to Dragons, especially their colorful personalities, but deep down, Dragons prefer to be alone. Perhaps that is because they’re most successful when working alone. Their preference to be alone can come across as arrogance or conceitedness, but these qualities aren’t applicable. Dragons have tempers that can flare fast!
Luckily, The Baby will not only be a Dragon, but a WATER Dragon.  Just like my dad, which absolutely thrills him.  (Who do you think sent me all this information?)
Water Dragons – Years 1952 and 2012
Water calms the Dragon’s fire. Water Dragons are able to see things from other points of view. They don’t have the need to always be right. Their decisions, if well-researched, are usually better since they allow other’s to become involved.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Baby's First Present

The Baby got his first present today.  Just in time for the NFC Championship!

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Baby Bullet


I'm sure all pregnant ladies go through that phase where they decide they want to exclusively breast feed, sew the curtains for the nursery, and make their own baby food.  Well I decided I'm totally going to do all that!
(That's real enthusiasm y'all.)

So I went on BabiesRUs.com to look up the Baby Bullet but ended up shopping for Halloween costumes instead.  Because seriously, what's cuter than babies in costumes?

Anyway, so that website is intense.  And expensive.  And super intimidating for a first-time mom.  What in the heck is a nose aspirator, and how do I know if I need one?  Where is the guidebook on this baby stuff?  Because I thought I would just buy a crib, make my own baby food, and drop my baby of at my dad's when I go to work. 

So yeah, something tells me this isn't going to work out the way I'm imagining.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

What's In A Name?

Our first married battle - the name change.

I've always maintained that my last name is important to me and I would keep it in the event of marriage, and Dale has always said his wife would have to take his last name should he ever tie the knot.

We both knew this about each other.
We both never thought it would be an issue.
Yet here we are.

For me, Rehman isn't just my name.  It's who I am.  I look like a Rehman, I walk and talk like a Rehman, I identify with them.  They are my people and I belong to them.  For those of you who know my family, you get it.  Dale knows my family so he should understand.

So what's his excuse?  It's tradition.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Running For 2

Actually, the title of this should be NOT Running For 2.

I changed the registration on my upcoming St. Louis half marathon to the 5K event.  It was sad, and not just because I lost out on the $55 price difference, but because I had assumed I could run through my pregnancy.  Anyway, lack of energy and my dad & husband freaking out every time I say I'm going for a run have sidelined my hobby.

So I'm settling for a 5K which Dale wants me to walk.  A measly 3.1 miles.

But I'm getting myself a present to help me feel better about this.

Monday, January 16, 2012

12 Weeks

Baby is the size of a plum.

Weight: 125 lbs. (No gain yet.)

Belly:  Definitely rounder, but soft and flabby.

Cravings: OJ, candy, and yogurt.

Aversions: Coffee and tea.

Exercise:  I have severly cut back my running from 20 miles a week to 5.

Doctor's Appointments: Next one is on Monday the 23rd, but it's just a routine check for me. I hope I get to see the baby again though.

Symptoms: Exhaustion!  I am always tired.  I can nap during the day and still be ready for bed at 7pm.  I also have no energy, and if I go out and do something (like this weekend Dale and I saw a movie and went out for lunch) I need to come home and "rest" for a bit.

Certain smells give me a headache.  That one sucks.

I also have soreness as if I've worked out.  My shoulders hurt and I have back pain all day long.  My abs hurt as if I've been doing situps but I haven't.

Best Moments: Finally getting to tell people, and my mom and dad being so excited.

What I Miss: Sushi, running, and my flat stomach.

12 weeks

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Sunday Bloody Sunday

I spent the day with my in-laws doing what they do best.  Grilling out and watching Packer football.  Unfortunately it was an unsuccessful day at their house.  But like my favourite Facebook comment about our elopement, at least our marriage will survive the post-season.  This year.

And gosh-damn, bratwurst is amazing.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Today Was the Best Day

To say our wedding day was flawless is an understatement.  It was magical.  It was the happiest day of my life.  And I never thought I could be so cliche but that seems to be the running theme of my life now anyway. 

I woke up at 6 and went for a run this morning, although the easy 5-miler didn't do much to calm me down.  I did my own makeup and hair while on a conference call up until the time I had to leave for the chapel.  It's almost like it didn't hit me right away.  But then it did.  And I haven't stopped smiling since.




There aren't any words to convey how much I loved Dale today.  And how much I loved my parents, and how lucky I am to have them.  If at any one moment in my whole entire existance, I could pinpoint a time when I felt perfect, it would be this day.

Plus, the wedding itself was only the beginning.  The outpouring of emotion from my family, from Dale's family, was amazing.  You never really know how much your family loves you until you give them a baby. 

After the wedding, I put my gameface on because it was a very important day for the Rehman Family of Las Vegas.  The playoff game between the 49ers and Saints was much hyped at our house, and my parents, my husband, and I sat stoically in front of the television for an uninterrupted 4 hours.  There were highs, there were lows, there was swearing, there were tears.  But the best part was the outcome.  4 lead changes in the last 4 minutes ended with the Niners on top and a collective exhale could be heard from our fans all over the world.  There are events and sports moments that you look back on fondly, remembering where you were.  The Super Bowls.  The Catch.  Steve Young's 49-yard scramble against the Vikings for a game-winning touchdown.  But I will never forget this game.  My favourite game.


My dad's big brother called to congratulate him on the triple-threat of his daughter's marriage, a grandchild on the way, and the 49ers going to the NFC Championship, and I'd never seen him happier.  His pride filled up the whole room.

My honeymoon started off with Dale and I staring at each other in our honeymoon suite, unable to form the words that could possibly describe how it felt.  That didn't last though because I was exhausted, and the baby has me tired at 8pm.

But I'm trying to stay awake because I don't want the day to be over.

Friday, January 13, 2012

Telling Gigi

I had to tell Gigi today.  I wanted her to know first and I wanted to treat the situation with kid-gloves.  She is used to being the only grandchild (even though she isn't) so it required a level of sensitivity and reassurance on my part.

When I got home from work, she was already home from school, and I sat down next to her and showed her the ultrasound photo.  I asked her if she knew what that was a picture of and she said yes, a baby.  So then I told her that the baby was in my tummy.  She poked me and asked, "In there?"  So yes, I told her, in there, and then I asked her if she was ready to be a big cousin.

The smile on her face was priceless.  And from then on, everything was about the baby.  She fished around the kitchen cabinets for her old baby things - bottles, nipples, cups.  She made a list of baby names.  I don't know why I was worried for nothing.

Lola?  Riiiggghhhttt.

I also casually mentioned that I would be getting married tomorrow.

Then we had a bachelorette party so I took her to my nail place and we got manicures. 
On a side note: The lady doing my nails kept going on and on about how I'm way too young to get married and when I finally told her I was 30, she was like, "well in some cultures, you're too old."  D'oh!
We went for dinner with my parents at a pizza joint.  The adults were making plans and talking about the big day tomrorrow, when all of a sudden, Gigi pipes up...

"WAIT A SEC, YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED TO UNCLE DALE?!"

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Shorty Was Hot Like a Toaster

So you know those pregnant ladies who love babies and cry at Folgers commercials and take maternity photos making heart shapes over their navels? 


I thought I would be like that.  Those ladies are just so gosh-darn adorable that it makes everyone around them happy.  They are the ones that glow and still do their hair and don't look like Jabba the Hut.

While I haven't cried looking at pictures of baby seals, I did tear up on my way to work this morning.  A special song came on the radio and as soon as I heard the first notes I felt the lump in my throat.  I started thinking about all the special times I've had - with DP, with my girls, in my 20's - and I became overwhelmed with emotion.  Next thing you know, I'm full on certifiable.  It was a ridiculous display of singing/sobbing and nothing about it was endearing.  In fact, it was downright disgusting. 

What was the song?

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Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Going to the Chapel

We are eloping!  We planned it ahead of time and invited our parents, who are over-the-moon excited for us.  And because no Las Vegas trip to the alter is complete unless you do in the oldest building on the strip, well that's just where we're going.

Elvis and Ann Margaret married
at this chapel in Viva Las Vegas.

Saturday morning is really the only time that would work for us since it's a pretty serious football weekend and both of our teams are in the playoffs.  DP wanted to know if I'd still be happy on our wedding day if the Niners lose, and I told him that I'd rather be happy about the wedding first, just in case the Niners lose, than if the Niners lose first and I'm in a bad mood at an evening wedding.  I'm so logical you guys.

Then he told me that he would support the Niners on Saturday since it's his "wife's team" and I turned into a big ol' ball of mush hearing him say the w-word.

I hope it doesn't mean he's going to expect me to root for the Packers on Sunday though.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

How Did This Happen?

I'm not going into the literal details here, so if you want to know exactly how this happened then you need to ask the Google.  But here's the general rundown specific to our situation.

Our method of birth control failed.  Yep.

Dale was born in Hawai'i.  (Cool people get to use the apostrophe.)  His mother moved him to the mainland when he was 10 days old, but he still likes to tell people he's Hawai'ian.  It's a farce but I go along with it because he's cute.  Anyway, so at the end of October, Dale and I took a family trip with my parents back to his homeland.  It was so much fun that we went there 2 of us and came back 3.

Look at these unsuspecting fools on vacation.
They have no idea about the ride they're about to embark on.

Monday, January 9, 2012

First OB Appointment

I have been all over the world wide web in an effort to find out more about building a baby.  Things like what to eat, what not to eat, what is going on in there, and when will I get energy again?  Based on everything I've been feeling, I had originally estimated myself about 7-8 weeks along.  So you can imagine my surprise when I sat in the chair and the ultrasound tech greased me up and showed me the cluster of cells in my tummy.  My surprise, that is, upon seeing an 11-week FETUS kicking around in there!

The cutest baby I've ever seen in my whole entire life.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

A Timeline

When I first decided to start a blog, I thought it would be witty and descriptive, and filled with loving narration and Walt Whitman poetry.  You know, like The Notebook.

But then reality slapped me, and I realized I can't exactly write the next great American novel during my lunch breaks and times I need an excuse to skip my evening run.  So I figured it would just be the next best thing - a place to keep track of stuff I know I'll forget.

So here's an important timeline up to today, of things I need to remember:

  • Mid December - started having symptoms
    I had no idea they were pregnancy symptoms because I never in a million years thought I'd be pregnant AND I never even knew what pregnancy symptoms were.  But I have always been totally and completely in tune with my body so I knew something was amiss.  I was tired all the time, my boobs were heavy, I could smell everything in all of Las Vegas, and I had an aversion to alcohol. 
  • Christmas Eve - finally got a freaking clue
    Actually, I still didn't know.  But that morning, I was putting on my running shoes to get a quick 5-miler in, and Mama mentioned this dream she just had.  About fruit.  Which of course meant someone in the family was pregnant
  • December 29th morning - registered for a half marathon
    And paid $85 for said half marathon, to be taking place on April 15th in St. Louis.  I never repeat races, the only reason I am repeating this one is because it is to date, the hardest race I've ever run.  The heat and the hills were a total beatdown and it's my worst race time by a good 4 minutes.
    This bullet point depicts irony and foreshadow.
  • December 29th afternoon - took a pregnancy test
    And like most reproducing cows, I then took a picture of it.
    *SPOILER ALERT*
    I took this picture while waiting for
    Ashton Kutcher to jump out of my shower.
  • New Year's Eve - got our marriage license
    This was the day that DP and I decided to keep the baby (actually I already decided but thought we should practice making decisions together) and that we'd get married. We went downtown and got our marriage license, and fully intended to elope at midnight. DP thought it would have been acceptable to get married in his jeans and Rebels t-shirt so I quickly scrapped that idea. Then we decided that we'd get married when our lives less resembled The Hangover and more resembled, I don't know, a couple who at least lived together.
  • January 1 - went to look at houses
    My dad had a renter in one of his investment properties whose lease was up and moved out.  The pros are that we could have an instant move-in, no down payment, and it was a house.  This is as opposed to our pre-baby idea of buying a condo and living large and wild and free.  And the cons were that it was not in my current neighbourhood (I really need to get over my fear of change, especially now), and we'd be renters
  • January 2 - got our wedding bands
    DP and I went to our nearest global conglomerate and looked at wedding bands, but thankfully DP was grossed out and didn't want us to be picturing this every time we looked down at our rings.  So we went to a respectable jeweler, got hypnotized by shiny, shiny diamonds, and spent and arm & a leg on fancy jewelry.
  • January 3 - discovered a baby bump
    Ok, it was actually just a combination of 4 slices of pizza and constipation, but it was something.  So I sent a picture of my belly to Kelsey and she sent me back a picture of her belly.  And then I cried.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Oh, Baby

I'm pregnant.

Gosh, that sounds weird. 

I thought I would start this blog off by going on and on about how I never wanted any of this, how my life is going to change, and how unprepared we are.  But I honestly don't feel that way.  In fact, I kind of feel like this is something I am destined to do.  Have a baby.
I'm even getting used to saying it.

While all the stuff I said before is actually true, the second I realized I was pregnant, I felt an overwhelming calm.  I didn't freak out or hyperventilate or cry, or do any of the weird things I thought one would do when she was a selfish party-girl, who lived at home with her folks, and ever found herself to be accidentally in the family way.

I do spend a lot of time looking at pictures of myself from before I was pregnant.
But that's totally normal right?

Pre-pregnancy