Bob's in my trunk

Don't worry. Bob's not a dead body, its a stroller. Yes we bought our stroller yesterday. We had a 20% off coupon to REI and we got our REI member dividend in, so we decided to celebrate our pregnancy with our first baby purchase and buy a stroller. It's so pimp. The staff at REI is fantastic and amazing and wonderful and helpful and pleasant. The bike shop mechanic even put Bob together for us and filled up his tires.

A bit about Bob. He's an awesome jogging stroller that can be adapted to fit an infant car seat. He turns on a dime and takes about 5 seconds to collapse and pop back up. Amazon ratings, awesome. Consumer report reviews, awesome. Baby Bargains grade, A. He's awesome. The experience was awesome.

Well, it was awesome until we strolled him out to my car, collapsed it down and threw it in my trunk. That's when it hit me. Holy crap, I am incubating a human! Soon there will be a baby in my car! Then there will be spit up on every scrap of clothing I own! Then it will be telling me it hates me because I didn't pack the right lunch (which will earn stern look and possibly a smack)! Then its getting married to someone with misspelled tattoos!

I realized I was getting a bit overwhelmed and my dear sweet husband drove me home while I tried to focus on something more short term... how am I going to reel in fish this summer with my belly in the way?

12 weeks!

Monday was the big 12 week ultrasound. The little dancing bean (which is now the size of a plum) passed with flying colors. One of the big things that is reviewed on this scan is the nuchal fold behind the baby's neck and how much fluid is in there. This gives the doctor a better idea of the risk for Down's and other chromosomal abnormalities. Ideally, the thickness is supposed to be less than 2.0mm. Bean's was about 1.3 (which is awesome). Typical risk for Down's for a 30 year old like myself is about 1 in 650. The risk now, considering the NT scan is now about 1 in 4,000.

It is still a little too early to determine the sex. Maybe in a few more weeks, but we are still unsure if we want to find out or not. I know that is going to drive some people crazy.

Here are some stats:

Weight gain-5 pounds-I would like to add that my Dr. won't let me start jogging or exercising again for another 2 weeks.

Symptoms-Not as bad as a month ago, but mostly tired and occasional nausea. I hear (mostly from Ryan) that this will improve in the next month and my fatigue will be more bearable once I can start to exercise again.

Baby size- plum!

Pants- I can still wear my pants. I have to use the bella-cheat band, but I can still wear my pants dangit!

I am having issues with my scanner, but once I fix it I will be able to upload some pics of the bean from Monday.

In the mean time here is a picture of our first baby with his new shirt on.

Here's a 12 week pic of the belly.

What we are reading?

Here are a couple of odd situations that have occurred at the house lately. A couple of weeks ago, Ryan and I were watching the Social Network (awesome movie by the way-highly recommend it) and Ryan asked a question about why companies issue new stock. With all my shiny new knowledge from my finance class, I attempted to dazzle him with my brilliance. He was somewhat impressed and then thanked me for taking care of our retirement and investments. Last night, I went to bed around 9:30. Ryan came to bed around 10:30. Somewhere around 11:30 I got up with an incredibly full bladder and made a comment about how I have been getting up at least once, usually twice a night, to go to the restroom. Ryan, who was still awake, calmly says "Oh honey that's totally normal. It's because your uterus is putting more pressure on your bladder. You'll probably start to experience some mild back pain in the next month or so. And, you should probably know, you will have to use the restroom more at night the further you get along." I was really impressed and thanked him for being an awesome pregnancy guide to me.

Here's what I've been reading the past 4 weeks:

Here's what Ryan's been reading:

Belly band bliss

I have figured out how to use the belly band! I doubled it over and now my bloated belly fits happily inside my unzipped pants AND my pants are staying up. This thing is friggin genius! Now I can get a little more use out of my pants!

I was late to work this morning

...because I felt the need to sob uncontrollably for half an hour. Poor Ryan walked into the bathroom completely bewildered and wondering who died. Then he grabbed my hands to comfort me only to say "Whoa!" at the sight of my swollen sausage fingers. Then, I proceeded to wail for another 15 minutes.

My body and my mind are no longer my own. I am sitting at work and I have almost started crying 5 times. What the hell?

My pants don't fit

Neither to half of my button up shirts. Yay for cardigans!

I need to wake up 15 minutes earlier just to account for my new routine of seeing what I no longer fit into. There are 3 pairs of dress pants and 1 pair of jeans that still fit my gut. So, since I don't really have bump yet, there's no point in buying maternity pants because they would just fall off. I did buy one of those "belly bands" and I think I'm using it wrong. I feel so insecure walking around with my pants unbuttoned with a glorified tube top holding them up. My zipper keeps on inching down and I just know my pants are going to fall off.

Normally, I would cherish any excuse to go shopping. However, having to go shopping for clothes to fit me during the is-liz-getting-fatter-or-is-she-knocked-up stage in dressing rooms with fluorescent overhead lighting is enough to make this emotional lady want to call in sick for the next month.

It's not that I've gained a ton of weight (4 whole pounds) but my body is just reorganizing itself. I just kept picturing that I would go from being comfortable in my regular clothes to needing maternity clothes with no frumpy in between stage. This is not happening. I have a muffin top.

10 weeks!

Today was my 10 week appointment! Everything looks awesome, heartbeat is 160 beats per minute and it was wiggling all over the place!

Here's what my belly looks like. It just looks like I ate a lot of girl scout cookies...which I did.



Here's what the baby inside my cookie filled belly looks like. My dr told me that the baby was giving us a little gig em sign so he typed that in there. Poor child is doomed to be an Aggie from the womb. If you look closely you can see all the little fingers!


Next appointment is in 2 weeks!

Nutrition by Liz

Courtesy of Fake Science

What I have been day-dreaming about today

My meal plans for the weekend. Lately, I have been doing (what I consider) really well about what I have been eating. I know I need to eat a bit more vegetables, but I know I eat plenty of fruit and we don't hardly eat fried business during the week anymore. So, I allow myself to indulge over the weekend. So, today I have not been focusing on as much work as I have been what I am going to eat tomorrow.

Breakfast
4 hashbrowns from McDonalds + weekly cup of Ryan's amazing coffee

Lunch
Grilled cheese sammich laden with butter and cooked in my well seasoned cast iron skillet

Dinner
Kraft macaroni and cheese, not the good homemade mac and cheese that I make. I want some fake, powdered, overprocessed cheese!

I'll probably eat an apple or orange somewhere in there.

Its peanut butter jelly time!

Have you any idea how difficult it was for me not to tear open the box of wheat thins and tear into my new jars of crunchy peanut butter and strawberry jelly at the grocery store last night??? I have to say that this was my first hardcore, someone might die if they get in my way pregnancy craving. The past couple of weekends I thought I was craving hashbrowns from McDonalds (4 to be exact)...but this craving was mind blowing.

I also came home with a box of popcorn, thai flavored chips, 2 boxes of mac and cheese, a box of frozen beef taquitos.

New rule: Liz does not go to the grocery store hungry, pregnant, and alone. I need Ryan's supervision.

Pregnancy=Insta-narcolepsy

Yesterday I was sitting at my desk writing an email response to a crazy complicated issue. I paused to sit back in my chair and think about how I should word my response and I fell asleep... for 20 minutes.