Paul and I had our 24 week appointment on Thursday, December 11. I had to have an ultrasound to measure the length of my cervix, and all is well so far. The ultrasound was done internally, so we were only able to see part of Baby's head. No risk of seeing the gender!
After the ultrasound, we had our doctor's appointment. Baby's heart rate was 155, and Baby thought the doppler was a fun toy to kick at. My blood pressure has gone back down, and I gained 4 more pounds. I feel like that is pretty good considering I ate like a horse over Thanksgiving. The doctor prescribed me some Tylenol 3 for my migraines, and it finally kicked out my two-day migraine that was refusing to leave on its own. I felt guilty taking the medicine, but it was only once, and the doctor said it's completely safe.
In the week since our appointment, I have felt Baby from the outside once and even got to see my belly jiggle from a kick. Someday soon, hopefully Paul will be able to see and feel too. He always seems to just miss it!
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Lactose, my enemy
I really, finally think I have developed a mild intolerance to lactose. Go figure. I was feeling fine after my lunch this afternoon, until I had some chocolate. Now I am bloated and have crazy heartburn. It seems like anytime I have milk, ice cream, chocolate, etc. I feel pretty crappy. However, I need the calcium and I love milk, so I will have to live with it. Perhaps I'll buy some tums. Will that give me too much calcium and cause kidney stones? Hmm... I guess I'll find out.
Baby update... I am growing a boxer. Punch, punch, punch all day long. Tiny kicks here and there, but apparently punching is more fun. Baby is taking after grandpa (my dad) and Paul, and is already learning to express his /herself through hand gestures. It is such a wonderful thing to be able to feel my tiny baby telling me all is well. I can't wait to see how he / she is looking at our appointment next week. Baby seems to enjoy Christmas music! A baby after my own heart!! Baby bounces and wiggles while we are listening to the songs. No punches. Just wiggles. Perhaps I have a dancing baby!! It wouldn't surprise me, since I've been shaking my belly since the day I learned there was a baby in there. I refuse to raise a rythmless baby. Baby needs to know how to dance from their soul!
Mommy and Daddy update... Paul is still the best husband ever. And not only because he reads this blog, either. He is very patient with me and tries to keep me stress free. But since he does read this, you better tell me if you are stressed, too. We're a team, remember? Anyway... I'm getting pretty freaking chubby. And don't say, "oh it's to be expected. You're pregnant." I'm not pregnant in my butt, or my legs! I'm pregnant in my belly. That being said, Paul and I are walking on our rebounders in the evenings, and it's much better of a workout than I would have thought! I am trying to find a way to steal my sister's horse riding machine, but I don't think it will be easy. Also, I'm not sure baby likes bouncing around. As I was getting off of my rebounder last night, I bounced a little, and baby gave me a swift punch to the bladder. Not a happy moment for me. I shall from now on walk and not bounce.
Paul is starting work up at the ski area this weekend, so I will have a whole day to myself to get some clenaing and laundry done. I may not even get dressed. I will, however, brush my teeth. I will be sure to move around and avoid sitting around and eating all day. As I refuse to alter what and how I eat, I must stay active to keep the winter weight to a minimum. Baby just punched to say that's a good idea. Belly just growled to ask when dinner is.
I am trying my best to avoid being a crazy pregnant lady and to be nice to those I care about. My biggest problem is that I speak before I think, and I feel like an ass about it later. To the girl in Target... I'm so sorry I was rude to you. To the lady whose toes I stomped on in Target... be happy I didn't break a toe. You shouldn't push pregnant ladies around.
Baby update... I am growing a boxer. Punch, punch, punch all day long. Tiny kicks here and there, but apparently punching is more fun. Baby is taking after grandpa (my dad) and Paul, and is already learning to express his /herself through hand gestures. It is such a wonderful thing to be able to feel my tiny baby telling me all is well. I can't wait to see how he / she is looking at our appointment next week. Baby seems to enjoy Christmas music! A baby after my own heart!! Baby bounces and wiggles while we are listening to the songs. No punches. Just wiggles. Perhaps I have a dancing baby!! It wouldn't surprise me, since I've been shaking my belly since the day I learned there was a baby in there. I refuse to raise a rythmless baby. Baby needs to know how to dance from their soul!
Mommy and Daddy update... Paul is still the best husband ever. And not only because he reads this blog, either. He is very patient with me and tries to keep me stress free. But since he does read this, you better tell me if you are stressed, too. We're a team, remember? Anyway... I'm getting pretty freaking chubby. And don't say, "oh it's to be expected. You're pregnant." I'm not pregnant in my butt, or my legs! I'm pregnant in my belly. That being said, Paul and I are walking on our rebounders in the evenings, and it's much better of a workout than I would have thought! I am trying to find a way to steal my sister's horse riding machine, but I don't think it will be easy. Also, I'm not sure baby likes bouncing around. As I was getting off of my rebounder last night, I bounced a little, and baby gave me a swift punch to the bladder. Not a happy moment for me. I shall from now on walk and not bounce.
Paul is starting work up at the ski area this weekend, so I will have a whole day to myself to get some clenaing and laundry done. I may not even get dressed. I will, however, brush my teeth. I will be sure to move around and avoid sitting around and eating all day. As I refuse to alter what and how I eat, I must stay active to keep the winter weight to a minimum. Baby just punched to say that's a good idea. Belly just growled to ask when dinner is.
I am trying my best to avoid being a crazy pregnant lady and to be nice to those I care about. My biggest problem is that I speak before I think, and I feel like an ass about it later. To the girl in Target... I'm so sorry I was rude to you. To the lady whose toes I stomped on in Target... be happy I didn't break a toe. You shouldn't push pregnant ladies around.
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