This week I am cooking dinner every night for Mom because she bought me my first maternity clothes last weekend. By the way, maternity pants are the most wonderfully comfortable pants I have ever worn in my life. Better than PJs. Better than naked. I kid you not. Anyways, I thoroughly enjoy cooking. I put on my apron, play some feel-good music (usually the Temptations, Elton John, Jerry Lee Lewis - anything cheerful that I can dance to while cooking) and experiment! So far this week we've had pretty basic stuff like perogies and gnocchi, tilapia and cooked broccoli salad, easy stuff. Right now I'm baking some bread to make bruschetta on. Bruschetta with ravioli I think. One of the loveliest parts of cooking dinner every day is that I get to decide what we eat, and being pregnant, that is a beautiful thing!
Yesterday while I was cooking and dancing (and singing along, probably much to the neighbours annoyance - but they slam their toilet seat so I don't care!) I thought to myself that I really enjoy cooking. And since this is the only way I can currently contribute to the household, I'm going to keep doing it. Also, I'm learning to cook new things which will come in handy in the future since you will have to pry the oven mitts out of my cold dead hand before my child will eat Kraft Dinner. Oi vey this is making me hungry.
Lately I have been wondering about baby names again! The more I say a name in my head the more I wonder if I want to say that name 20 times a day for the next 20 years...
I've been keeping a list of names that I like The boy list is pretty short mostly because I really love the few I've found, and will probably store the ones I don't use away for the future (optimistic, yes?). The girls name list is pretty long though. I'm going to list them here, and if a name pops out to you, I want to know! So keep it in mind, and the next time you see me, I'd love your opinion. Here goes...
Boys:
Liam
Tate
Oliver
Girls:
Chloe
Avery
Rosalie
Madeline
Willow
Piper
Allegra
Mabel
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Kim and Baby's First Prenatal Appointment
As many of you know, this morning baby and I had our first prenatal appointment. It was not at all what I expected. I expected a more personal experience, but I guess that's not the way it goes. It was pretty nice to be able to ask all of the questions I've had though. I had some lady things done (all the ladies reading this will know what that means I hope) and I heard the baby's heartbeat for the first time! I can't even put into words how incredible that was. Just thinking about it makes me cry. I recorded it and have been listening to it over and over since I got home. I can't upload it to this site, but for those of you who have facebook, it's been posted onto my profile.
I also had bloodwork done (barf.) and had to pee in some cups, which is always a party.
My first ultrasound is next Thursday the 4th so after that I will have the baby's first picture to post on here. I am SO excited for the ultrasound. It is really wonderful to finally have some positive things to show for being pregnant. So far it's just been pregnancy symptoms but now that I've heard the baby's heartbeat and it's almost time to see the baby, I am elated.
Auntie Laura came with me today which was really great because I did not want to go alone. It was nice to have her there, especially because she sees the humour in pregnancy too. I was much less nervous about the whole thing than I would have been. We went for lunch afterwards and I ate lasagna (what a surprise!) and she bought the baby's first book. It's adorable. If this baby is anything like me, stocking up on books is going to be essential!
Well, now that the appointment is over, it's NAP time.
I also had bloodwork done (barf.) and had to pee in some cups, which is always a party.
My first ultrasound is next Thursday the 4th so after that I will have the baby's first picture to post on here. I am SO excited for the ultrasound. It is really wonderful to finally have some positive things to show for being pregnant. So far it's just been pregnancy symptoms but now that I've heard the baby's heartbeat and it's almost time to see the baby, I am elated.
Auntie Laura came with me today which was really great because I did not want to go alone. It was nice to have her there, especially because she sees the humour in pregnancy too. I was much less nervous about the whole thing than I would have been. We went for lunch afterwards and I ate lasagna (what a surprise!) and she bought the baby's first book. It's adorable. If this baby is anything like me, stocking up on books is going to be essential!
Well, now that the appointment is over, it's NAP time.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
No More Naw-ja?
I am going to write this even though I have a feeling after I click 'PUBLISH' I'm going to barf just because that would be typical of my luck. Here goes...
Today is my fifth vomit-free day!!! I am SO happy. I feel like I have a new lease on life. I have to take it easy though because for the past two days I have been eating as if armageddon were upon us. It feels so wonderful to be able to eat whatever I want again (except for soft cheese and shellfish of course) that I have been making up for lost time.
Speaking of expanding...I had to struggle to zip my favourite sweater up over my belly this morning. This was upsetting. Once I'm solvent again I will be buying it in the biggest size they have. It upsets me that I'm going to have to buy maternity pants soon considering the rate my belly is growing at. It's comforting to have a big bump to rub, but I keep thinking about that Robin Williams movie called Jack where his mom reaches full term in a couple of months and he is in his sixties when he graduates highschool. I know that's not possible, but still...
The end (hopefully) of morning sickness explains my sudden urge to be out and about. I'm finally able to go for long walks again which is magnificent. I know how important it is to be active during pregnancy so it is a huge blessing to just leave the house and walk with Bella or walk around downtown.
Well, I'm hungry.
:)
Today is my fifth vomit-free day!!! I am SO happy. I feel like I have a new lease on life. I have to take it easy though because for the past two days I have been eating as if armageddon were upon us. It feels so wonderful to be able to eat whatever I want again (except for soft cheese and shellfish of course) that I have been making up for lost time.
Speaking of expanding...I had to struggle to zip my favourite sweater up over my belly this morning. This was upsetting. Once I'm solvent again I will be buying it in the biggest size they have. It upsets me that I'm going to have to buy maternity pants soon considering the rate my belly is growing at. It's comforting to have a big bump to rub, but I keep thinking about that Robin Williams movie called Jack where his mom reaches full term in a couple of months and he is in his sixties when he graduates highschool. I know that's not possible, but still...
The end (hopefully) of morning sickness explains my sudden urge to be out and about. I'm finally able to go for long walks again which is magnificent. I know how important it is to be active during pregnancy so it is a huge blessing to just leave the house and walk with Bella or walk around downtown.
Well, I'm hungry.
:)
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Love, love, love...
Because I have been emotionally supercharged the last 2 days, I've decided to share with you all how much I love my baby.
It astounds me how much I can be in love with someone I have never met, seen, heard or even felt yet. I can see my belly sticking out of course, and can feel sick 90% of the time, but I don't think that counts. I am unbelievably excited to hear the baby's heartbeat on Tuesday morning, because that will be the first time I will actually have some proof that he/she really is in there, alive and growing, getting ready for the day we meet.
I have always known on some level that there is a special kind of love that a parent has for their children, but it's surreal to be getting a little taste of it myself. Knowing how much I love my little nugget already makes me wonder in absolute awe how much I will grow to love him or her even more as time goes by. I would think my heart would explode when I give birth and get to hold this baby, look in it's eyes and smell that sweet baby smell, and know that this child is mine.
It's so wonderful, but kind of scary at the same time. Scary to know that even now, this little person is 100% dependent on me, and will be for years to come. That is an enormous responsibility. I'm reminded of the 15-year-old (and that's the oldest they possibly could have been) couple I saw in Sears yesterday when I was looking at cribs. They were also looking at baby gear and while I definitely try not to judge since I'm not in the most ideal situation myself, I found myself wondering how they will manage to raise a child, barely knowing themselves yet. The more I look around and see pregnant women (or girls) in various situations (such as the woman from Bethel who is pregnant and has cancer!) I can't help but think that not only could things be much worse, but I am actually incredibly blessed to be in my situation, with my own unique set of circumstances.
I'm not sick, I'm not a teenager, I'm not trapped in a loveless marriage, I have a big family, wonderful friends and a church who love and support me and who I can lean on when I need to, and Jim is a really beautiful person who will make an incredible father, regardless of what the future brings for the two of us. I am blessed.
Anyhow, I know this blog has mostly been about pregnancy symptoms thus far, and I figured it was important for you all to read about one of the wonderful things about this pregnancy - the incredible experience of a heart expanding to bursting point. I hope you all either have or will someday experience it, because it is truly magnificent.
It astounds me how much I can be in love with someone I have never met, seen, heard or even felt yet. I can see my belly sticking out of course, and can feel sick 90% of the time, but I don't think that counts. I am unbelievably excited to hear the baby's heartbeat on Tuesday morning, because that will be the first time I will actually have some proof that he/she really is in there, alive and growing, getting ready for the day we meet.
I have always known on some level that there is a special kind of love that a parent has for their children, but it's surreal to be getting a little taste of it myself. Knowing how much I love my little nugget already makes me wonder in absolute awe how much I will grow to love him or her even more as time goes by. I would think my heart would explode when I give birth and get to hold this baby, look in it's eyes and smell that sweet baby smell, and know that this child is mine.
It's so wonderful, but kind of scary at the same time. Scary to know that even now, this little person is 100% dependent on me, and will be for years to come. That is an enormous responsibility. I'm reminded of the 15-year-old (and that's the oldest they possibly could have been) couple I saw in Sears yesterday when I was looking at cribs. They were also looking at baby gear and while I definitely try not to judge since I'm not in the most ideal situation myself, I found myself wondering how they will manage to raise a child, barely knowing themselves yet. The more I look around and see pregnant women (or girls) in various situations (such as the woman from Bethel who is pregnant and has cancer!) I can't help but think that not only could things be much worse, but I am actually incredibly blessed to be in my situation, with my own unique set of circumstances.
I'm not sick, I'm not a teenager, I'm not trapped in a loveless marriage, I have a big family, wonderful friends and a church who love and support me and who I can lean on when I need to, and Jim is a really beautiful person who will make an incredible father, regardless of what the future brings for the two of us. I am blessed.
Anyhow, I know this blog has mostly been about pregnancy symptoms thus far, and I figured it was important for you all to read about one of the wonderful things about this pregnancy - the incredible experience of a heart expanding to bursting point. I hope you all either have or will someday experience it, because it is truly magnificent.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Valentine's Day
I'm having a very mild day nausea-wise and feel the need to be super-productive. Being unemployed, I guess that means I'll clean my room today?
Elton John is serenading me right now. He's one of those people who can make you feel better no matter how poopy you feel. Jim left this morning. The visit was really nice. It was good to talk and have some fun together, but it was still hard on the heart. It's nice to know now that no matter what happens at the very least we will be really good friends. Oi vey. Life is funny.
This weekend was very unpredictable pregnancy-wise. Nausea hit at the weirdest times, which shouldn't surprise me since I've spent more time outside of the house in the last 2 days than I have in the month since I've been home. It's much easier to control fatigue and nausea when you're two steps away from a bed, a fridge and a toilet at any given time.
I feel bad for throwing up at the end of someone's driveway on Sunday night, but it was either there or in the rental car. All weekend I was craving meat ravioli from Uncle Gino's, and last night when I finally had a huge plate of heavenly ravioli in front of me, it ended up having pork in it, which resulted in me taking 3 bites, getting the rest wrapped up for Mom and Anthony, and throwing up a few minutes later. So, I ordered a bowl of soup instead. The soup came, and had a LOT of chicken in it, so after I picked out all the chicken I ate half the bowl and then we left. It was a very disappointing dinner. At least the company was good. There was one other family there eating and I really hope the sound of my barfing didn't ruin their meal. So now in addition to pizza, chicken, eggs, toast, anything cream-based, cooked vegetables and candy, pork is on the list. Ridiculous! I miss EATING.
Well, complaining about nausea is all I really have for you...maybe in 3 weeks I'll be finished with it and have more upbeat things to say. Cross your fingers!
Ah, on a side note, I will be going to aqua-fit with Auntie Laura tonight and am pretty positive that I will have something to write about after that, especially considering how she's described it to me. I'm excited.
Elton John is serenading me right now. He's one of those people who can make you feel better no matter how poopy you feel. Jim left this morning. The visit was really nice. It was good to talk and have some fun together, but it was still hard on the heart. It's nice to know now that no matter what happens at the very least we will be really good friends. Oi vey. Life is funny.
This weekend was very unpredictable pregnancy-wise. Nausea hit at the weirdest times, which shouldn't surprise me since I've spent more time outside of the house in the last 2 days than I have in the month since I've been home. It's much easier to control fatigue and nausea when you're two steps away from a bed, a fridge and a toilet at any given time.
I feel bad for throwing up at the end of someone's driveway on Sunday night, but it was either there or in the rental car. All weekend I was craving meat ravioli from Uncle Gino's, and last night when I finally had a huge plate of heavenly ravioli in front of me, it ended up having pork in it, which resulted in me taking 3 bites, getting the rest wrapped up for Mom and Anthony, and throwing up a few minutes later. So, I ordered a bowl of soup instead. The soup came, and had a LOT of chicken in it, so after I picked out all the chicken I ate half the bowl and then we left. It was a very disappointing dinner. At least the company was good. There was one other family there eating and I really hope the sound of my barfing didn't ruin their meal. So now in addition to pizza, chicken, eggs, toast, anything cream-based, cooked vegetables and candy, pork is on the list. Ridiculous! I miss EATING.
Well, complaining about nausea is all I really have for you...maybe in 3 weeks I'll be finished with it and have more upbeat things to say. Cross your fingers!
Ah, on a side note, I will be going to aqua-fit with Auntie Laura tonight and am pretty positive that I will have something to write about after that, especially considering how she's described it to me. I'm excited.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
9 weeks
Hello all,
Well, the past 4 weeks have been kind of crazy. Between moving home and giving up my independence (harder than I thought, and I thought it was going to be damn hard) to the beginning of the wonderfulness that is morning sickness, I am beginning to wonder if life is ever going to calm down. I know the answer is probably no, especially considering that I'm going to give birth to a little person who will be completely dependent on me for at least the next 18 years. However, I wouldn't mind just a tiny slice of calm. I have a feeling my second trimester is going to be as easy as life is going to get until the day I retire. Ah well. Good thing I already love this little naked person growing inside me.
I looked at a 3D pregnancy calendar today and to my surprise discovered that the baby currently looks more amphibian than human. He/she has a tail. A tail. A tail. To reassure myself, I skipped ahead to week 30 to ensure it wasn't a joke the wonderful people at pregnancycalculator.com were playing on the mothers-to-be of the world. It wasn't. The good news is, when little Bjorn (the temporary name I've chosen until I find out the sex) pops out, he/she will no longer have a tail. What a relief.
Anyhow, as of right now my baby names are Oliver for a boy, and Avery for a girl. I feel I might have to pull the "I'm the one squeezing a human out of my vagina, and therefore get more say than you" card on Jim with the name Avery. Time will tell. For those of you who don't already know, it appears I am destined to name my child something that has an Elvish meaning. All the names I like have meanings involving elves. I've accepted it.
I am currently the proud sufferer of morning sickness, nausea (I pronounce it NAW-JA, which bugs Jim, which is why I've decided to pronounce it that way forever), headaches, bleeding gums, insomnia, BREAST TENDERNESS x100000000, ridiculously excessive urination, and more random weeping than I'd like to admit. Pregnancy is wonderful. Auntie Laura gave me some food for thought when she said "Isn't sex FUN?!" in regards to my current physical state. She can be cruel at times. :)
Anyhow, that about sums up what's been happening this week. Jim will be visiting tomorrow and Monday which will be nice. I plan to give him food poisoning so he barfs, twist his nipples until they're purple, blow a foghorn in his ear causing a headache, punch him in the mouth, make him watch a sad movie and slip his hand into a bucket of warm water while he's sleeping, and call him at 2 hour intervals all night so he can't sleep...
...just kidding. :)
Well, the past 4 weeks have been kind of crazy. Between moving home and giving up my independence (harder than I thought, and I thought it was going to be damn hard) to the beginning of the wonderfulness that is morning sickness, I am beginning to wonder if life is ever going to calm down. I know the answer is probably no, especially considering that I'm going to give birth to a little person who will be completely dependent on me for at least the next 18 years. However, I wouldn't mind just a tiny slice of calm. I have a feeling my second trimester is going to be as easy as life is going to get until the day I retire. Ah well. Good thing I already love this little naked person growing inside me.
I looked at a 3D pregnancy calendar today and to my surprise discovered that the baby currently looks more amphibian than human. He/she has a tail. A tail. A tail. To reassure myself, I skipped ahead to week 30 to ensure it wasn't a joke the wonderful people at pregnancycalculator.com were playing on the mothers-to-be of the world. It wasn't. The good news is, when little Bjorn (the temporary name I've chosen until I find out the sex) pops out, he/she will no longer have a tail. What a relief.
Anyhow, as of right now my baby names are Oliver for a boy, and Avery for a girl. I feel I might have to pull the "I'm the one squeezing a human out of my vagina, and therefore get more say than you" card on Jim with the name Avery. Time will tell. For those of you who don't already know, it appears I am destined to name my child something that has an Elvish meaning. All the names I like have meanings involving elves. I've accepted it.
I am currently the proud sufferer of morning sickness, nausea (I pronounce it NAW-JA, which bugs Jim, which is why I've decided to pronounce it that way forever), headaches, bleeding gums, insomnia, BREAST TENDERNESS x100000000, ridiculously excessive urination, and more random weeping than I'd like to admit. Pregnancy is wonderful. Auntie Laura gave me some food for thought when she said "Isn't sex FUN?!" in regards to my current physical state. She can be cruel at times. :)
Anyhow, that about sums up what's been happening this week. Jim will be visiting tomorrow and Monday which will be nice. I plan to give him food poisoning so he barfs, twist his nipples until they're purple, blow a foghorn in his ear causing a headache, punch him in the mouth, make him watch a sad movie and slip his hand into a bucket of warm water while he's sleeping, and call him at 2 hour intervals all night so he can't sleep...
...just kidding. :)
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