In other news, as you might have heard, Tony recently graduated from an exhausting, 9-month program called "Leadership Skagit." Now he is a certified leader. I am proud of him for having stuck it out through a program that was difficult (though I think it was designed to be so) and not always rewarding in the traditional sense. He learned a lot, I'm sure, about how frustrating teams can be. He also, along with his team, accomplished a bunch-- there is now a lovely park on Guemes Island for all to enjoy (as well as an annoying song to the tune of Gilligan's Island that will be stuck in our heads for a decade). Congratulations, Tony!
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
The ultrasound tech said that the chin isn't well shown, and the forehead isn't as sloped as the photo shows... just a really, really bad angle.
We have our 19-week ultrasound today, and I'll be sure to post photos later, so check back!
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
- My weight gain is right on track, literally smack on the dotted line they use to represent "normal" progress. Which is to say, I am three pounds heavier than the last visit.
- The baby's heartbeat is 140, nice and strong.
- My fundal height (the size of my uterus as measured on my belly) is perfectly normal. In another couple of weeks, it should be even with my belly button, and then it will grow 1 centimeter in height each week! Amazing expanding belly!
We have our "big" ultrasound scheduled for June 24th in the afternoon at a local radiology shop. I am already dreading drinking 32 ounces of water 1 hour beforehand... makes me sweat just thinking that my bladder will have to hold up to such pressure!
Sunday, June 8, 2008
We'll have sweet corn, zucchini (what garden is complete without too much zucchini?), cucumbers, turnips, pumpkins, watermelon, jalapenos, and basil. The watermelon is an experiment, I am really not sure it gets quite warm enough here, but we'll see. I picked up t the jalapeno plant because I thought it was a bell pepper plant, but no worries, my guacamole will be nice and hot this summer! I also have a nice tomato plant, an "Amelia" tomato given to me by a coworker, in a bucket. I have about half a row left, so I am open to suggestions for completing the garden.
The rest of the garden, the flower part, is doing well, also. It has been quite rainy the past week, so my peonies are mostly bud, but here is one pale pink bloom:
I am now 17 weeks pregnant! That's over 4 months! That's 3 weeks to the halfway point! Thats, thats... that's almost too much to think about!!! We have another appointment at the women's clinic this week, and we will schedule the big ultrasound then. We are still adamant about not finding out the baby's sex, but we will soon have more detailed photos of our little kidlet in utero. I am feeling well, though I go back and forth between days during which I want to eat everything in sight and days during which nothing really sounds good. Today and yesterday were "nothing sounds good" days. I have mostly just eaten a lot of kiwi fruit. I need to go shopping now, though, so perhaps something will strike my fancy! Still not eating chocolate, or even much cheese... pregnancy is so weird!
Friday, June 6, 2008
I'm just having one of those days, you know?
I'll sleep tonight, and tomorrow will be better.
In the mean time, you can read some of my "dirty laundry" here. At least I am not posting graphic accounts of my pelvic exams and other such things one might see on a blog written by a pregnant gal. Hell, I can't even stand to be photographed. No threat of hoo-ha stories here...
Buuurp! I figure I only have another month or so before the indignity of my "condition" spreads beyond gastro-intestinal issues to other such lovelies... like getting kicked in the bladder and wetting my pants, probably in a business meeting with the mayor or something.
All that to say that I am tired, and that fatigue brings out the worst in me. No, that's not true. Hunger has always brought out Mega Bitch Amelia. I have nearly committed cold-blooded murder for a sandwich before, and I felt totally justified in contemplating such a thing because, well, I was hungry. You just shouldn't mess with a woman's blood sugar, that's all I'm saying.
Now, if I am hungry, I will most likely cry, because, damn, it hurts! But today I will most likely cry anyhow, because I am tired, and the weepy, worried Amelia is out today (much like we say the mountain is out when it is a clear day). For instance, I am now close to tears thinking about how fortunate I am that I have enough money to buy food to feed this growling, growing belly and the little person inside of me-- what do poor pregnant women do? Shit, now I am thinking about hungry people the world over, and what am I doing having a baby when I should just take the extra food I have to eat for this child to grow and give it to someone who needs it?
I also got up early today for a meeting, went to work late due to said meeting, where I have the daunting, near-impossible task of selling advertising. I hate selling. And then my mom called, and my dog had eaten through my phone charger cord, the only charger I have, so now I have to buy a new one, and dammit! That dog is getting so expensive (and then my mom gave me money because, she says, the culprit might have been Alli. Which is true, but I feel badly that I can't even really afford my life so my parents take pity on me). What was I thinking when we got a dog? Plus, my phone is so old and beat up that AT&T probably doesn't even sell a charger for it anymore, but we can't afford for me to upgrade my phone. This is in total conflict with the fact that I love my dog, and we should probably rescue a lot more dogs from the shelter because they need someone to love them, too. I can't stand the thought of them living in the shelter all their lives, or starving on the streets. *sob*
And now we're back to food, which reminds me of my flabby silhouette, and the fact that I literally cannot wear anything that is not maternity at this point. Also expensive. *tear*
Can I have a do-over please? If not for life over the past few months, at least for today? I need more sleep, but mostly I think I want to wait to have kids until I am paid what I'm worth so that we can afford to move wall outlets more than one foot from the ground throughout our house so that I can plug my phone in and set it on a flat surface that is not my floor so that Buster can't eat it. Also, to buy a car that will fit both a large dog and a child, to remodel the kitchen, and to not be so fat. And to be able to donate thousands of dollars to the local animal shelter, buy a large ranch and rescue sad, beaten dogs, and feed the hungry. Please? Maybe just a nap, then? Oh, that's not in the cards, either? *waaahhh*
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
But the good news is that he will live, and is already feeling better. Hooray!
Monday, June 2, 2008
It has really caused me to think about how much I love him and how attached to him I am... I couldn't stand to lose him. If this is how I feel about my dog, how am I supposed to deal with my own child, a baby who will probably get sick and hurt much more often than Buster?
Please send good thoughts our way. I am so upset that he is hurting.