March for Babies

After marching last year and having yet another person I know have a baby that was born prematurely and survive, I have decided to stay dedicated to the cause.  The march isn't until April 25 and I will be very pregnant.  I will be attempting to participate anyway and hopefully Sam will be home to join me.  So please help me and when you can, donate a little towards the cause so that one day we can all have healthy babies.  I'll have my donation ticker back up in a few weeks.

I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.  I won't be posting anymore until then.

And here starts the bump watch.  There's not much of one right now and I will cover up as time goes on, but I thought I'd show it while it's not totally unsightly!

Way Behind

Ok, give me a little break.  I know it's been a long time since I got on here to let you know what's going on with me.  I could list the excuses, but I'm not going to whine today.  At least that's my goal.  I'm still a bit nauseated.  I saw the doctor this week and she said it could last as long as 17 weeks or it may last the entire time.  Hopefully 17 weeks will be as long as it takes.  Everything else at the doctor was good.  I heard little "nugget's" heart beat again.  It is definitely bigger because it was easier to find this time and it stayed in one place longer than three seconds.  It is an amazing sound.

I braved Target last night to buy my first pair of maternity jeans!  And let me just say they are fabulous.  I'm not really showing yet, but my pants were getting a little awkward around the waist.  But now that I've slipped into my new jeans today, I don't think I ever want to take them off.  They are like sweat pants without looking so atrocious.  I think everyone should buy them, pregnant or not.  They are like heaven.

That's about all the update I have so far.  My next appointment is on January 16th and I may find out if "nugget" is a boy or girl.  I'll have to come up with a new nickname after that. =)

Weepy Willow

Oh, let the hormones flow!  I swear I love Christmas and I love the uplifting stories, but I cannot watch one more Good Morning America special or local news story about the terminally ill or disabled children or I'm going to dry up like a prune.  Everything from a wheelchair-bound 8 year-old girl performing in the nutcracker to a terminally ill women who had her dead father's camera stolen only to have the thief turn it into a local news station to be returned to her with the film of her family's recent trip to Six Flags.  I know most of this stuff would make some people cry, but I'm not a crier and I can't even make it through the introduction to the story without bursting into tears.  Forget watching stories about things like little Caylee Anthony and other tragedies.  When will the insanity stop?!

I'm sure some of it has something to do with Sam leaving recently.  I do really miss him.  I joke all the time that his deployments are good for our marriage and that I can't wait for him to deploy, but I don't really mean it.  Ok, maybe it is good for our marriage (absence keeps the hearts fond of one another), but I'm definitely wishing he was here and not there.  I did manage a trip to Walmart last night to buy some food to sustain me through the next couple of days.  The problem with grocery shopping once a week is I never know what I might feel like eating.  So I go to the grocery store and graze a little bit.

Slacking off, I know

Ok so I missed a few days.  Let's see.  Sunday I had a minor relapse into puking my guts out.  Now back on the meds and doing ok.  Monday I took the day off to spend time with Sam, but spent most of the day sleeping on the couch.  It's what I do.  Then today was pretty much the same.

Sam had to report in at 6:00 am.  We initially thought that that would be the last time I saw him, but he got to come home at noon and hang out until five.  Again, the majority of the time was spent laying on the couch watching TV.  Then I drove him up to base and hung out for another hour and then left him.  I always leave him with some good advice when he deploys, "Play nice with the other children."  It really does feel like dropping your kid off at the first day of school, only this day will last for 120 or more.  But seriously, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.  The hugs were a little tighter and the kisses lingered a little longer, but all in all it was just like last year.  Now I'm on my own.  I told Sam that I needed to find another "hunter/gatherer".  That's what I called him since he was my constant source of food.  Now I must get up off the couch and fend for myself.  However, I did eat over with some girlfriends tonight so I haven't taken that leap yet.  I've just moved up the food chain to scavenger

Now I am at home about to catch up on some DVR'd shows from last week and tonight.  Then I will hit the hay and go into work tomorrow for the first time since Friday.  I love sick/annual leave.

Don't worry about me though.  When I curl up in bed at night, I have my ADT alarm, my 120 pound lump of love dog, my 12 pound pit bull trapped in another dog's body, and .45 tucked away in an easily accessible place.  I also sleep knowing brave men and women guard my freedom to have all of this.  All should be safe at home.

Innocent bystanders beware!

Psycho chic is in full swing today.  For those of you who haven't read Belly Laughs by Jenny McCarthy, I highly recommend it.  In any case, she so aptly describes the life of a pregnant woman and all those things that no one really talks about.  For example, a pregnant woman now has three people occupying her body.  Her normal wonderful self, her new little baby, and this other person from another dimension who rears her ugly head at anytime no matter the phase of the moon.

Well, it is 11 am here in Sherwood and psycho chic is blossoming.  I don't know if it's because today is the first day I'm off anti-nausea meds (or trying to be) or what, but everything I look at in my house makes me want to scream.  Even the things that I know are my fault like the massive piles of dirty clothes everywhere (remember my talent for undressing in several rooms), the piles of peanut butter cracker wrappers, animal fur, dust, the pile of dirty dishes, the food splatters all over the place from Sam's cooking, the disgusting microwave, and the list goes on and on.  At least psycho chic has made it possible for me to get up off my butt and do the dishes, clean the stove, wipe the counters, and even shower today.

I just pray that I don't assault a poor soul at Walmart today when I go to buy diapers for a friend's baby shower.  Apparently pregnancy is in the water around here.  I have six friends that are pregnant.  I round it out to seven pregnant women all due between February and July.  And there was no collaboration among any of us about getting pregnant.  It just happened this way.  That's the beginning of Saturday in a nut shell.  Hopefully, things will calm down as I realize that in a few days all of this mess will be 100% my fault and I'll have no one to blame.