Monday, April 30, 2012

27 Weeks

Baby is the size of a cauliflower.

Weight: 139 lbs.  I've gained 14 total.

Belly: Still there, sticking straight out.

Cravings: None.

Aversions: None.

Exercise: I am a sloth.

Doctor's Appointments: I had a glucose test on Friday.  I couldn't eat for 8 hours, then drank a drink mixture similar to orange pop, then the nurse drew my blood after an hour of that in my system to test for gestational diabetes.

Symptoms: Swollen hands and feet like a mutha!  Summer came early in Vegas and we've already had a couple of hundred-degree days.  It's going to be a long third trimester!

Best Moments: I put up Claire's crib.

She has the best room in the house.

What I Miss: Running, and just generally being in shape.

27 weeks

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Deep Thoughts (by Veka and DP)

I told DP that I planned to have my body back by Halloween.
     He laughed at me.

I know what they say - 9 months on, 9 months off.  But seriously, who are they?  Is it too ambitious to want to be back in shape in 3 months?  Maybe.  But I don't want to be one of those women who decides to take it slow and then 3 years later I'm blaming The Baby for my my massive thighs and crying into my vodka cran when my husband checks out other chicks.  Plus I'm planning to chronicle by post-baby body & weight loss while I'm on maternity leave anyway, so how freaking awesome would it be to be able to wear my Princess Jasmine costume on Halloween and actually look good in it?

I asked DP if thinks I'm going to cry when I'm in labour.
     He rolled his eyes and said I cry about everything, so yeah.

I'll have you know that is NOT true.  I'm a tad on the emotional side (thanks Rehman family) but it's different when it comes to pain.  Right?  And it's not like I'm opposed to crying or anything, it's just weird that my husband thinks that OH OF COURSE I'll cry because I'm a crying crier who cries all the time. 

DP says I need to stop watching 16 & Pregnant.
     After he caught me taking notes.

No comment.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

The Nursery, Version II

Since our son is out and our daughter is in, I had figured we could just use the same stuff we already had in the nursery.  Our statement piece was a toy chest I had when I was a baby, and coincidentally, it's the shape of a football.  Plus we had already bought a bunch of really cute stuff that I just didn't want to return.

My childhood toybox.

My husband, on the other hand, has other ideas.  I had to talk him out of painting the walls pink & purple (because, ew) but he still wants all girly stuff for his daughter.

Fine, so we will compromise. 

The crib I fell in love with is navy, and I am definitely keeping that.  But seeing as DP is so dead-set on pink, we'll end up going with navy & bright pink.  And boy is it hard to find that kind of stuff y'all!  Most everything is light pink/green or princess themed.  Every damn thing has a crown or a castle on it.  But I did find some cute stuff at Homegoods so here are some of the things I exchanged our "boy" things for...

Elephant bookends and piggy bank.

Art print and table lamp.

Rocking chair and throw pillow.

Monday, April 23, 2012

26 Weeks

Baby is the size of a head of lettuce.

Weight:  137 lbs.  (Total gain of 12.)

Belly: Dry and tight skin - I'm applying lotion at least 3 times a day and it's not enough.  It's also heavy.  The doctor says Claire weighs 2 pounds which is on the high side of the average weight for 25 weeks.  My husband was born at over 9 pounds so this scares me.

Cravings: Orange juice and ice cream bars.

Aversions: None.

Exercise: I jogged 1.5 miles on a flat trail with the spring season participants of Girls on the Run of Las Vegas for their practice 5K on Thursday.  I also went for a walk to my neighbourhood park since the temperature outside was in the 90s.

Doctor's Appointments: I have a glucose test on Friday.

Symptoms: Headaches and trouble sleeping, which results in bags under my eyes.

Best Moments: Finding out we are having a girl!  Dale and I went to the lake with my inlaws this weekend, and I got two really cute pictures of my husband with our niece.  The first one is when he let her drive the boat and the second is after she fell asleep.  I guess this is what we're in for in the years to come.

Fiori driving the boat
Asleep at the wheel.

What I Miss:  Strangely enough?  My son.  As much as I wanted a girl, I had gotten used to him.  And I really did love that little guy.

26 weeks

Thursday, April 19, 2012

The Time Has Come

I'm over 6 months pregnant, and I've reached the point when I seriously need to invest in some maternity clothes.  Today I wore the last pair of jeans I fit into and had to use a hairband to secure the button for it to be comfortable enough. 

Here is a great picture that also highlights my newly acquired double chin and the lack of definition to where my butt ends and my thighs begin.


Wednesday, April 18, 2012

She Has Been Named


We chose the name Claire as an homage to my grandmother.  I love it because it's simple, classic, and well-known without being too popular. 
Claire’s not a virtue name, but her meaning – from the Latin clarus, or clear – makes for an appealing, virtue-like quality. Add in that the first famous bearer of the name was a saint, and this single-syllable name carries a lot of meaning. (read more here)
Funnily enough, St. Claire of Assisi is the patron saint of television.  Some other famous Claires are Claire Danes and Claire Huxtable.  There's also the major city of Eau Claire, Wisconsin.  None of which has any particular meaning or significance to us.

I wanted the middle name to be Beyonce but my husband didn't like that idea.  Even though the original agreement was that he got to pick the names if it was a boy and I got to pick if it was a girl, I couldn't go with a middle name he was so heavily against.  (Plus his first name choice for a boy was Aaron Brett, which I vetoed before he could finish spitting out the second name.)  I also like Delilah but I couldn't justify giving my sweet, innocent baby girl the name of the money-hungry whore who cut off Samson's hair rendering him useless without his strength.

So her middle names are to be Margaret Patricia, chosen because they are family names on both sides and because they are strong Catholic names.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Dude Looks Like a Lady

We had a routine doctor's appointment yesterday, and my doctor was out on a delivery, so I got to visit with the office manager and ask her some questions about what to expect for my delivery.  She showed us a diagram of the birth canal and I thought Dale was going to run screaming out of the room.  Anyway, she was pretty good at explaining in detail what was going to happen from the second I go into labour, her role behind the scenes, and my doctor's role once it came time to push.  It was very helpful because even though women have been squatting in fields for millions of years, I kind of like to have a plan.

Speaking of plans...

I asked for an ultrasound to confirm the gender and so I could see my precious little baby boy again.  The second that the ultrasound tech placed the wand on my stomach, she asked us, "Who told you it was a boy?

What kind of f*cking question is that?! 

My heart sank and I looked at my husband who had turned a shade of red that didn't exist in nature.  He asked her calmly, "Why, is it a girl?"  I knew he wasn't calm.  The room became tense and I let out a nervous giggle.  I silently pleaded for her to laugh along with me or for MTV cameras to show up, or even for a fire alarm to interrupt what she was about to say.  But then she said excitedly, "One hundred percent, that's a girl right there." 

I was getting a daughter.

What happened in the next few hours was shameful and brutally honest.  There were many tears and phone calls and dramatic sighs, the two of us comforting each other for the outpouring of emotions we couldn't understand, and more tears. 

My husband had a plan.  He was getting a son - someone to name after himself, to teach the game of baseball to, a built-in best friend.  He felt sucker-punched and my heart ached for him.
On the other hand, I felt anxious about my own role as a mum.  And because I never intended to be a parent, I had secretly and confidently been relying on my husband to bear the brunt of the child-raising.  I know it's an ugly thing to say, but it was supposed to be easy.  Punishment?  Wait until your father gets home.  Peeing?  Watch how your dad does it.  Sex?  Wear a condom
Everything was upside down.  But after getting home, calming down, and speaking to my parents who were ecstatic to hear the news, we came around.  After realizing we weren't getting the son we had envisioned, we realized we were getting a daughter!  The the perma-smiles appeared.  It was like finding out we were pregnant all over again.

A girl was what I had wanted all along.  And she would be beautiful.  Dale and I laughed as we went through all the stuff we had and placed into two piles - things we could use for a girl and things we were going to return.  My husband surprised me in that he wanted nothing blue.  His daughter was going to wear pink and take dance classes and be his princess.  What a difference a few hours make!  He wondered aloud if girls could enjoy baseball, then said he didn't care and that he would take her to games and then do some of the stuff she was interested in as well.  I was floored.

I looked at him in a way I'd never seen before.  He wasn't just DP anymore, or the guy I was married to and bitched at about the dishes.  This was the man would be my daughter's Dad.  The man that my daughter would adore.  And he was already in complete adoration of her.

Baby Girl Grinstead - deep in thought


Monday, April 16, 2012

25 Weeks

Baby is the size of an eggplant.

Weight: 136 lbs.  I lost a pound since last week so I'm up a total of 11 so far.

Belly: Big and uncomfortable.

Cravings: None.

Aversions: None.

Exercise: I did 50 squats on Tuesday and walked/jogged down the hill from my house to McDonald's on Friday.  It probably shouldn't count as exercise when the end result is a snack wrap and golden fries, but that's all I'm getting these days so I'm counting it!

Doctor's Appointments: I have a gestational diabetes test today.  I've been trying to eat more protein these past few weeks because pre-pregnancy I was on a pretty carbohydrate-intensive diet, so I don't want my test to come back positive and have my doctor tell me that I need to ease up on my carb intake.  I might die.

Symptoms: I have trouble getting comfortable in my bed, I feel huge.  An upside is that I feel like my body hair has stopped growing.  Like, completely.  I can't remember the last time I shaved my legs and I've been wearing skirts for the past 2 weeks.  Or maybe I just can't tell since I can't see anything underneath my belly.  Also, hello double chin!

Best Moments: People urging me to go ahead when I'm waiting in line for the restroom.

What I Miss: Summer cocktails and guys checking me out.

25 weeks

My belly feels smaller in clothes.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Post Easter

Somewhere along the way, Easter became the new Christmas.  It's not unheard of for kids to get Easter baskets filled with toys, movies, or shoes.  My family is Catholic and we never did crap like that, obviously because Easter to us is more about The Lord Has Risen and less about chocolate eggs.  I'm definitely all about Santa, presents, and the like at Christmas-time so I can't imagine not doing Easter big like that when we have a kid.  I'm sure I'll take the child to mass, then Dale will do an Easter basket and an egg-hunt at his family's house, then we'll have a traditional Easter dinner at my parents house.

It's something I have been thinking about this past weekend because hello, these are the things I think about now, but I hadn't verbalized any of it to my husband.  He generally defers to me on all things religious because he respects my guidance for the family in that area.  Well we went grocery shopping last night and Dale bought a bunch of leftover candy that was on sale, and this little guy for Baby Paul's Easter basket next year.  I think it's cute to see my husband so excited to make Easter baskets for our son even though I don't really get the concept.  And the baby will be a lucky little boy to have the best of both worlds.


Monday, April 9, 2012

6 Months

Baby is the size of a grapefruit.

Weight: 137.  I've gained 12 lbs. total and 4 lbs. in the last week alone thanks to my time in Vancouver!  Probably all those virgin Caesars I drank.

Belly: Woke up on Saturday and felt like I've doubled in size.

Cravings: Chocolate, candy, and ice cream.

Aversions: None.

Exercise: Ran a mile and a half on Monday and Tuesday.  I took a spill on my Tuesday run and landed on my knees (thank goodness) so I plan to stop running and find another source of exercise.

Doctor's Appointments: I have a diabetes test and another ultrasound next week.

Symptoms: I am having shortness of breath and some belly discomfort.  I can't bend down and getting in/out of a car is troubling.  In other news, I'm 6 months pregnant!

Best Moments: Going to Vancouver to visit my uncle.  It wasn't for a happy reason but ended up being one.  Getting spoiled by my cousins and more tiny clothes and shoes.

What I Miss: I missed my husband when I was gone.  I hadn't travelled without him since I've been pregnant (or married) and it just isn't the same anymore.  I always missed him, but this time I really minded going without him.

Lent Update:  It's over y'all!  I totally feel like I should be celebrating with a Patron and pineapple but alas, I've got 3 more months to go.  I am going shopping at Victoria's Secret as soon as I can though. 

24 weeks

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

The Upside

I know lately I've been complaining about skin and hair issues related to my pregnancy, but I just want to take a moment to rave about the positive side of my skin when not related to marks or blemishes, and how luscious my hair has been when not sprouting out on my chin.  I'm serious - I got gussied up for a party last weekend and even I was surprised at how I looked.  And if you are wondering how I managed to go 23 weeks without noticing this, it's because apparently I used to look like a complete slob pre-pregnancy and never wore makeup or did my hair.  Since being married and living with my husband though, I've been actively slapping on a little mascara in the morning and doing my hair at least once a week.  And boy does it make a difference.


Caught without makeup!

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Going the Distance

You guys, I have been running all this time thinking I was running 2.5 miles at a time.  I broke my NIKE+ sensor and didn't bother investing in a new one, so I was sure that I went on mapmyrun.com and worked out a route when I moved to my new house that would be both easy yet satisfying.

Well yesterday as I was running, I was doing some math in my head and decided that there was no way that could be 2.5 miles given the blocks I was running.  So today I went back to mapmyrun.com and it turns out I have only been running a mile and a half each time! 

So everything I've been saying had been a lie!  I can't believe I have been running this and not knowing that I've been short-changing myself.  And I can't believe I have been running for all these years and can't tell the difference of + or - a whole mile.

I'm pretty bummed, but moreso that I was so dumb about this than the fact that I haven't been running as much as I thought.  I would like to blame "pregnancy brain" but I'm not sure if it would apply in this case.  Anyway, I plan to stick to my current distance of a mile and a half for the duration of my pregnancy or until I don't want to run anymore.

Monday, April 2, 2012

23 Weeks

Baby is the size of a pomegranate.

Weight: 133 lbs.  8 pound total gain.

Belly: Heavy, lots of movement.

Cravings: None.  But I've been eating a lot of spicy stuff because that's when the baby is most active.  If I haven't felt him in a while, I'll snack on some jalepeno chips and he goes nuts.  He's definitely my son.

Aversions: None.

Exercise: Ran 2.5 miles on Monday.

Doctor's Appointments: Scheduled an additional ultrasound to verify once and for all that we are having a boy, just to be sure.

Symptoms: I'm pretty comfortable right now.  As it stands, if it didn't always come with a child afterward, I'd want to be pregnant all the time.

Best Moments: Visiting family!  I got to get dressed up and go to a party, visit with DP's whole family, and be spoiled with presents.

What I Miss: Wine.

Lent Update:  Easy peasy.

23 weeks