For the record, that's right at 35 inches at the belly button at 25 weeks. And yes, I've gained a net of 5 pounds in six and half months.
Monday, July 20, 2009
For Those of You I Haven't Seen in a While
For the record, that's right at 35 inches at the belly button at 25 weeks. And yes, I've gained a net of 5 pounds in six and half months.
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday to my dear husband Greg! You're present is on backorder. It should be here around November 1st.
I love you!
I love you!
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Tot Turns 25
Tater Tot turns 25 fetal weeks old today. Wow, they sure grow up fast.
I was thinking about that this morning when I realized that I never really reported in from my last doc visit, since we left the office headed to South Carolina.
Despite my insistence that I had gained 3 pounds, the doc's scales said I'd lost half a pound. They were kind enough to call it breaking even. Sigh. Dr. T wasn't too upset, since last month's sonogram showed Tot was a monster child in the 94th percentile for size and measuring anywhere from 1 1/2 to 2 weeks ahead of schedule on most of the measurements. And my physical growth was fairly impressive. Tot's not exactly stunted. BUT, I was told to put on at least 2-3 pounds before the next visit in August. I'm TRYING...
While in SC Lauren noticed and pointed out that while I am indeed eating real food again, I'm not eating meat. I suppose I realized this but hadn't really thought much about it in terms of my lack of weight gain. For instance, several times we've gone out for BBQ and I've eaten all my side dishes and took my pulled pork home for Greg to have for lunch the next day. We'll go to a buffet and I'll get a plate of veggies and such and one tiny piece of chicken. The chicken may or may not actually get eaten. It's not that I don't like meat, my preferences have just started running to other things. So now I'm making the effort to eat meat more often and make sure I eat at least part of it first when I have it. Instead of going to Wendy's and getting a baked potato, I'll get a chicken sandwich combo with a baked tater and eat half the sandwich and half the tater. It's a compromise, since all I really want is the tater. Greg's also started practicing the age-old parental line of, "Two more bites..." Heh. I try to be good and do what I'm told, but I still haven't noticed a whole lot of improvement on my scales. I think I need new scales.
Anyway, in addition to the weight thing the doc asked if I'd started feeling movement. About that time Dr. T was measuring my tummy and got kicked. Tot's seriously active these days. Unfortunately, she prefers to do the majority of her womb remodeling when I lay down to try and sleep. Or when her father walks near by. Every time he touches my belly she starts moving. If I make a comment about her being quiet all day he'll just reach over and touch my tummy with one finger and sure enough, she'll kick him. We call this "Poking the Tot." She's going to be such a daddy's girl. And feisty. No idea where she gets that.
I go back in early August for another check up and to drink the nasty glucose testing Drink of Doom. I'm looking forward to that day. Blech. Guess I should lay off the Spree and peanut butter cups that week. Tell me again how I'm not gaining 10 pounds a month?
I was thinking about that this morning when I realized that I never really reported in from my last doc visit, since we left the office headed to South Carolina.
Despite my insistence that I had gained 3 pounds, the doc's scales said I'd lost half a pound. They were kind enough to call it breaking even. Sigh. Dr. T wasn't too upset, since last month's sonogram showed Tot was a monster child in the 94th percentile for size and measuring anywhere from 1 1/2 to 2 weeks ahead of schedule on most of the measurements. And my physical growth was fairly impressive. Tot's not exactly stunted. BUT, I was told to put on at least 2-3 pounds before the next visit in August. I'm TRYING...
While in SC Lauren noticed and pointed out that while I am indeed eating real food again, I'm not eating meat. I suppose I realized this but hadn't really thought much about it in terms of my lack of weight gain. For instance, several times we've gone out for BBQ and I've eaten all my side dishes and took my pulled pork home for Greg to have for lunch the next day. We'll go to a buffet and I'll get a plate of veggies and such and one tiny piece of chicken. The chicken may or may not actually get eaten. It's not that I don't like meat, my preferences have just started running to other things. So now I'm making the effort to eat meat more often and make sure I eat at least part of it first when I have it. Instead of going to Wendy's and getting a baked potato, I'll get a chicken sandwich combo with a baked tater and eat half the sandwich and half the tater. It's a compromise, since all I really want is the tater. Greg's also started practicing the age-old parental line of, "Two more bites..." Heh. I try to be good and do what I'm told, but I still haven't noticed a whole lot of improvement on my scales. I think I need new scales.
Anyway, in addition to the weight thing the doc asked if I'd started feeling movement. About that time Dr. T was measuring my tummy and got kicked. Tot's seriously active these days. Unfortunately, she prefers to do the majority of her womb remodeling when I lay down to try and sleep. Or when her father walks near by. Every time he touches my belly she starts moving. If I make a comment about her being quiet all day he'll just reach over and touch my tummy with one finger and sure enough, she'll kick him. We call this "Poking the Tot." She's going to be such a daddy's girl. And feisty. No idea where she gets that.
I go back in early August for another check up and to drink the nasty glucose testing Drink of Doom. I'm looking forward to that day. Blech. Guess I should lay off the Spree and peanut butter cups that week. Tell me again how I'm not gaining 10 pounds a month?
Thursday, July 16, 2009
It's Not That I Don't Appreciate...
It's that time. BFF Jen has started harassing me to put together an invite list for a baby shower in September. SIIIIGH. It's not that I don't love all my friends and appreciate hanging with them, I just hate having to put together the invite list. What's the rules on that? I mean, I know we'll probably have 4 different showers. Who goes on which list? And how good of friends do you have to be to ask them to buy you stuff? Especially right now, when I know good and well that most of my friends don't have the money to spend on baby stuff for me. Can you have a baby shower where people aren't really expected to bring gifts? I dunno. I can only put Jen off for so long before she hunts me down and beats me.
And hey, you're all invited! Just send Jen your address for an invite. I know you're all dying to buy me stuff. =)
And hey, you're all invited! Just send Jen your address for an invite. I know you're all dying to buy me stuff. =)
Monday, July 13, 2009
Closure
Ok, on the less cheery and considerably more depressing side...
I've mentioned here a few times about my former boss from my days as a banker, Mr. E, who was diagnosed with a brain tumor last year. I'd kept up with his condition through one of my informants at the bank and knew that things had gotten worse and he was on hospice. Today I was forwarded an email that his wife had sent out around noon today saying that the nurse from Hospice Ministries said she thought he was near the end. In the email she shared how she had struggled with God over Mr. E's illness and suffering, but that she had come to some understandings and realized that God's timing was perfect, even when watching a love done suffer with cancer. She had finally come to some peace with the situation and realized that God was taking care of them, and would continue to do so.
A few hours after I got that email, I received the call that he had passed away this afternoon. As much as that pains me, and as much as I am grieving for his family, I can't help but believe that God was waiting for her to be at peace before taking him, giving her some closure on what has been a horribly difficult year. I hope she is able to hold on to that faith and celebrate his life rather than dwell on his suffering. He was a good man.
I've mentioned here a few times about my former boss from my days as a banker, Mr. E, who was diagnosed with a brain tumor last year. I'd kept up with his condition through one of my informants at the bank and knew that things had gotten worse and he was on hospice. Today I was forwarded an email that his wife had sent out around noon today saying that the nurse from Hospice Ministries said she thought he was near the end. In the email she shared how she had struggled with God over Mr. E's illness and suffering, but that she had come to some understandings and realized that God's timing was perfect, even when watching a love done suffer with cancer. She had finally come to some peace with the situation and realized that God was taking care of them, and would continue to do so.
A few hours after I got that email, I received the call that he had passed away this afternoon. As much as that pains me, and as much as I am grieving for his family, I can't help but believe that God was waiting for her to be at peace before taking him, giving her some closure on what has been a horribly difficult year. I hope she is able to hold on to that faith and celebrate his life rather than dwell on his suffering. He was a good man.
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