Plum-tastic

Yep, you guessed it - Boggie is the size of a large plum this week and we are approaching the end of our 12th week (tomorrow)! I am an idiot and thought this was the end of the first trimester. I couldn't understand why I wasn't feeling better when my loving husband kindly reminded me the first trimester doesn't end until week 14. How does he know that? Well, he has been reading the books. Books I haven't been reading and now must force myself to pick-up.

We had our check-up on Friday and things seem to be moving right along. The MD was doubtful that we would be able to hear the heartbeat so I was worried - another 4 weeks of not knowing how things were going would be horrendous. Fortunately, right when she was going to give up she found it!!! It was pretty strong and fast - 160's. Robbie heard it too so I know I didn't make it up! Boggie is still going strong. My mom says with a heart beat that strong and fast it must be girl. Who knows. Some weeks Robbie and I are boy focused and other weeks we find ourselves looking at all the little dresses. Let's be honest all the clothes are cute when they are that tiny!

So, the only real news this week, other than the the doctor visit, is that I have had a near death experience. It was life changing (not really but they are supposed to be right?). ATTENTION TMI ALERT: I was in the shower bending over to shave my legs and I stood up normally and turned around toward the shower head. At this point I became lightheaded and fell backwards out of the tub. I grabbed the shower curtain knowing that my growing body was going to take it down with me, it was my only chance at survival. Luckily, the shower curtain held steadfast! I was able to pull myself up and resume the bathing process. During this process I did scream, however, Robbie was in the shower upstairs and was unable to hear my desperate plea for help. This lightheaded issue was discussed with my OB and she said it isn't uncommon. Wonderful. She recommended I make changes in position slowly and be more careful - something to do with the increased blood flow and the shifting of blood. It's irritating. Another suggestion was to get an old lady (no offense if you own one) shower chair??? I'm pregnant not Benjamin Button (in reverse of course). I guess safety should always come first and I am willing to install a TEMPORARY safety bar.

This week, Robbie and I also began our discussions about the nursery. This issue has been left unresolved. It became heated and I was instructed we would talk about it later - that means 3 or 4 months from now. Let's take a poll shall we? The babies room will be, what was, Robbie's office. We have moved everything but these HUGE, OMINOUS, OVER-POWERING, SCARY bookcases out of the office and downstairs to a new and improved shared office space. My request is that we find a place to relocate the bookshelves as well out of fear they will fall on the baby or at least emotionally intimidate it into having a complex. Which, let's be honest, it will probably have anyway and I don't want to exacerbate the issue. Okay, so those of you that choose to, vote on this issue in the comments section. Should we relocate the bookshelves to an alternate location in the house or leave them in the nursery with the tiny, cute, soft, and easy crushed under the weight of 1000lbs of philosophy and science fiction books baby?

Limealicious

No the title of this post is not referring to a new Fergie song, which would be hilarious especially if she incorporated Sonic into somehow, it is actually the size of our baby right now - A LIME!! To top that off I think I am getting a bit of a bump!! Not too big, mind you, but I can't suck this in like I usually can!! For some reason I am still in denial. Robbie can't understand that when I am dizzy, nauseous, and only wanting to eat Doritos for all three meals I am attributing it to something I ate. I have got to just accept that I am pregnant. I wish we had someway to look inside, on a daily or weekly basis, just to ensure something is still going on in there. I feel like crap and that should be indication enough but I need a little reassurance!!

Nothing too crazy happened this week. People at work have started calling me "mommy". I don't respond initially and then I realize, "oh crap they are talking to me". That is a little weird.

I think this week people are starting to wonder what is going on, those that don't know of course. I am definitely "rounding out" a bit. I don't look all that pregnant it just looks like I have eaten one too many donuts - which believe me I haven't. I find this extremely frustrating. Having lost a ton of weight, somewhat recently, and adopted a new lifestyle of consistent running and working out I am frustrated. I simply can't do it right now. I am exhausted. Robbie says, "people understand". I don't think they do. I would love to run everyday. I would love to be one of those tiny people that when they get pregnant it is all in their belly like a basketball. I'm not like that. I am, by genetic code, a fat ass. I am going to get fat with this baby. I am watching what I eat and trying to build up the energy to do a 30 minute yoga tape but sometimes I can't. I wish I could wear a sign that says, "I'm trying the best I can but this child is sucking the life and energy out of me so leave me alone" - does anyone know where I can get one of these? Then I think, "dena, you are just being lazy!" I don't honestly know the answer to this question. I have long history of laziness that allowed me to blossom to over 200lbs at some point in my life. This was also combined with frequent trips to Carl's Jr. I don't feel that way right now. I do make frequent trips to Chikfila right now because I am obsessed with grilled chicken sandwiches (only 5 weight watcher points by the way). I don't want to become the size of a house but if I do, I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT!

Anyway, rant over (for now). So this week I continued my search for maternity clothes. I really don't care for shopping in general and having to shop for clothes in anticipation of my growing waistline is less than exciting. I decided to turn to EBay and I did alright. I was able to get 8 pants and 12 shirts for $80. No too bad. They arrived yesterday in a Huggies diaper box - how appropriate right. I think I will be able to use probably 3 pairs of jeans and 11 of the shirts - still not too bad. Maternity clothes are awful and there is no way I am paying $30 or $40 for new clothes that I will wear less than 9 months!! I am planning on adding some pics of the items that did not make the cut - think acid wash tapered capri pants (they are lovely!).

So, the first trimester is coming to an end - this is the last week!! I am super excited. We have a doctors appointment on Friday and I am really hoping the MD dopplers the heart beat for Robbie to hear. I found a website where you can rent your own home doppler by the month. I almost busted out the debit card right then and there but decided I am just going to leave it up to mother nature - she seems to know what she is doing!

I added some pics for an 11 week belly shot and those fabulous Ebay pants!