Wednesday, July 25, 2012

28 weeks

Week: 28
Baby length:
14.8 inches
Baby weight:
2.25 lbs. - the weight of a head of lettuce
Bump size:
38.75 inches
+22.5 pounds (+1.5 lbs. from last week)
Zucchini bread and birthday cake


My SIL Leann and I made four loaves of zucchini bread last Friday. She kept two loaves (at my inlaws) and Pat and I took the other two. I can't stop eating it!

But it's not really a dessert. It's a bread. There's a difference. And Pat has been eating just as much (if not more) than I have. And as far as I know, he's not pregnant!

I also turned 29 this week and my MIL and SIL made me a birthday cake, and my coworker made me red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting. YUM! Even the dessert nazi said I can eat cake on my birthday (and the day after...). 

Baby Movements

I felt the baby's hiccups for the first time this week. I woke up in the middle of the night to a pulse-like vibration coming from my belly about every second. Since then I think the baby has had hiccups once or twice more.

While I used to feel the baby move only once or twice a day, it is moving much more frequently now - many times throughout the day. It is most active first thing in the morning and then right before bed. The movements are definitely stronger than anything we've felt before. It provides us with our entertainment before bed.

Maternity Lessons

I have a few items to add to the list of things not to say to pregnant women:

"When are you due? Are you sure you're going to make it to October?"
"You have officially entered the worst part of pregnancy: the final trimester."

In other news, I had my Glucose Screening Test this week. The lab was packed and I waited 40 minutes just to be asked why I was there. I was too embarrassed to bring my lumbar support pillow inside with me so by the time they called my name, my back was killing me.

I was given the orange, sugary drink and told I had 5 minutes to drink it. I timed myself and it took me exactly 3 minutes. I should have just chugged it because by the last sip, it was hard to swallow. But it still wasn't as bad as I was expecting it to be. After I finished the drink, they started the one hour timer. I was told I could wait in the lab, in the main building lobby or even my car, just as long as I stayed on their property. 

Since my back was already hurting, I decided to go out to my car and get my lumbar support pillow and just wait in the main building lobby, where it would be empty and quiet. And it almost was. Except for one girl who had made herself quite comfortable with her shoes off and legs up laying down on the only couch.

I sat down a few chairs away and smiled at her but then started keeping myself busy on my phone. Things were quiet for ten minutes or so until she sat up, smiled at me, said hello and then started in on twenty questions.

I spent the next 40 or so minutes answering her questions about how much weight I've gained, what I like to cook for dinner, why we don't eat more rice (she was Indian and I think interested in our culture), if I've felt the baby move, etc. The questions didn't bother me too much, except for the fact that the sugary drink was starting to make me feel nauseous and I just wanted to sit in silence.

But what was worse than her questions was the fact that she was burping constantly and she wasn't even attempting to be discreet about it. Some were full out belches. Each time she burped, I felt more nauseous. At one point, I thought I was going to get sick and have to start the test all over again.

Luckily I didn't, but I have never been so excited to get my blood drawn before in my life! Perhaps the busy lab waiting room wouldn't have been so bad after all.

I met with my doctor today and got my results. No gestational diabetes! To celebrate, I ate more birthday cake and another red velvet cupcake.


So it seems I get heartburn only when I eat tomato-based sauces. I made my Grandma's spaghetti recipe and had pretty bad heartburn after eating it. And I ate it twice. I just never learn!

The lumbar support pillow is still saving my life, one back muscle at a time. As long as I'm using it, I have no back pain. But if I go for even a half an hour sitting without it, I pay for it. And there are still certain situations I'm just not comfortable using it.

For example, I had a work meeting at a well-known local attorney's 55-acre estate (Tim Misny, in case you've heard of him). His tagline is, "I'll make them pay," and I certainly paid for the one and half hour meeting without my pillow. My back was killing me. Pat says he has a hard time feeling sorry for me if I choose not to use my pillow.

This coming from the guy who is too embarrassed to pack his lunch in a lunch box so he uses shopping bags instead. But the reality is, I have 12 more weeks of back pain to look forward to so I better just swallow my pride and start taking this pillow anywhere where I will be sitting down. But it would be nice if I could at least find a discreet way to transport it.

Maybe Pat can carry it around for me in a shopping bag?

Weight Gain

It is what it is. What else can I say? Doctor didn't say anything about it at my appointment today. In fact, he said I'm looking good and measuring good so whatever. Weight is nothing but a number, right?

Gender Prediction

We were out on Saturday night when I woman asked when I was due. She told me she could tell I was having a boy by the way I was carrying. Though she was slightly intoxicated, a prediction is still a prediction so there you have it.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

27 weeks

Week: 27
Baby length:
14.5 inches
Baby weight:
2 lbs. - the weight of a head of cauliflower
Bump size:
38.25 inches (same as last week)
+21 pounds (+1 lb. from last week)
Jimmy Johns sub


I have to say, the sweets cravings are getting better. Don't get me wrong, I still like to have a little dessert after dinner, but doesn't everyone (my non-pregnant self excluded)?

But as long as I demonstrate portion control - which I do - I don't see a problem with an ice cream sandwich or a small cup of sherbet after dinner. And if that's bad, then I don't want to be good.

I have been craving Jimmy Johns since the day my doctor told me to avoid eating deli meat. On Saturday, I finally gave in to the temptation. Instead of ordering the usual, turkey tom, I had the vegetarian sub. It was amazing. I didn't even miss the turkey. I want another one right now.

Baby Movements

My sister and my nephew Max were both able to feel the baby move while they were here. Max wanted to know if it hurts me when the baby kicks. I told him no and let's hope it stays that way!

My new favorite thing to do is feel around my belly for the hard spots to try to figure out where the baby is. Sometimes my whole belly is soft and it's nowhere to be found but most of the time, I can find it. It keeps me entertained.

Maternity Lessons

I've been saying I'm going to build a list of things not to say to pregnant women and after all the comments I've received in the last week, I'm ready to start the list. *Please note, this list is not all inclusive and will continue to grow, I'm sure, in the coming weeks.

"You looked really good on Saturday. I was surprised."
"You still look cute for being pregnant."
"Are you sure there aren't twins in there?"
"When are you due? Really? Are you sure you're not due sooner?"
"Your belly officially enters the room before you do."
"You still have three months left and they are going to be the hottest three months yet."

I think it's worth making a separate list for things husbands should not say to their pregnant wives.

"Wow! Your belly looks huge!"
"Should I avoid your love handles when measuring your belly?"
"There is no way in heck I'm going furniture shopping today."


My sister came this weekend and made our curtains for us. She is so crafty and I'm so jealous of her talents but so thankful she's willing to share them with me. She whipped these bad boys out in like 30 minutes and they are absolutely perfect. Exactly what I envisioned for the room. Thanks, Betsy!
The curtains my sister made for the nursery. Exactly what I had envisioned!

Back pain is still an issue. The experiment with tucking pillows under my back when I sleep was an epic failure for many reasons. One night, I woke up to go to the bathroom (which is increasing in frequency again) and the big pillow I had lodged under my back fell off the bed and right onto Grady's head, who was sleeping on the floor, who then jumped up and freaked out.

Pat woke up and saw me on the ground apologizing to Grady and thought I had fallen so then he was freaking out. At that point, we were all awake and had a big party in our bedroom at 3:30 a.m. A good time was had by all.

So in addition to the logistical issues that trying to sleep with four pillows poses, I'm also not sure they are even helping with the back pain. But I will tell you what is: my trusty old lumbar support pillow.

We are best friends forever and inseparable at this point. I even took it out of the plastic. How's that for commitment? Whenever I'm using it, my back does not hurt. And I miss it as soon as I don't have it. My doctor really hit the nail on the head with this one. Guess that's why he gets paid the big bucks.

Weight Gain

Okay. Whose idea was it for me to weigh myself every week, anyway? Quite frankly, I'm not enjoying it anymore. It's bad enough to have to look at the scale, do the math in my head (which then gives me a headache because I HATE math) and figure out how much total weight I have gained. But then to have to come and report that weight gain on my blog for all to see - cruel and unusual punishment if you ask me.

I know, no one is forcing me to do it. But I always say I'm going to be real and honest on my blog so as much as I would like to stop, I'm going to continue weighing and continue sharing it with you. But I promise, I'm not going to enjoy it.

Gender Prediction

Pat had his first dream about the baby last night. He dreamt we had a boy who looked like the perfect mix of the two of us, he said. So now we have both dreamt that we are having a boy. Very interesting!

But in Pat's dream, the baby came out and could already talk. Someone walked by the baby in our hospital room with a box of cereal and the baby said, "Cereal." Weird. Pat now thinks we're going to have a genius baby.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Can you dig it?

Last year at this time, I had planted and was taking care of my very first garden. And even though I was a beginner, I was very confident. Even cocky, you might argue. I remember saying something along the lines of, "I will have enough tomatoes to feed the entire city of North Olmsted."

And based on the amount of tomato seeds I planted, this could have been true. Except for the fact that I didn't plant the seeds until the middle of May - about two months late. So by the time the plants started to get big, a little thing called fall - and then frost and then winter - happened.

When summer had come and gone and I hadn't produced one single vegetable from my garden, my confidence cockiness was quite embarrassing.

So this year, with one gardening season of lessons under my belt, I tried again. Only this time I didn't start from seeds and I decided not to brag about my garden until I actually had a vegetable in my hands.

Well, the time has come my friends.

The first two cucumbers from my garden.

Me, my garden and my dog. Cucumber, red bell peppers and tomato plants.
I'm not sure why I'm having such better luck this year. Perhaps all I needed was a bun in the oven to really harvest my growing skills. Or maybe the fact that the soil wasn't super wet this year and I didn't start from seeds has something to do with it. But whatever the reason, I officially am a gardener!

I should have a lot of tomatoes, too, if the deer don't eat them all. The few tomatoes that have come out of this garden so far were not quite ripe and went straight into the belly of a deer. If you look closely, you will see we have a net over the tomato plants now. Take that, Bambi. 

When I throw out terms like, "officially a gardener," I should disclose that I still had to consult my awesome gardening friend Erica, over at The Gritty Girl blog, to ask when you know that cucumbers are ready to be picked because truthfully, I still know nothing about gardening except how to dig a hole, stick a plant in it and dump water on top of it regularly. 

I will keep you posted if anything else ends up coming out of this garden. And if I am silent on the issue, you can assume the two cucumbers were it. But hey, that still is 200% better than where I was at this time last year. I'll take it. 

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

26 weeks

Week: 26
Baby length:
14 inches - the length of a cucumber
Baby weight:
1.75 lbs.
Bump size:
38.25 inches (same as last week)
+20 pounds (+2.5 lbs. from last week)
Sweets, duh. 


We had our 4th of July cookout this weekend and my Grandma made me a peanut butter pie. Don't worry, I didn't hide it and eat it all by myself at a later date - although I probably could have. I put it out for all to share and only ate one piece. That day, anyway.

Then I ate a half of a piece the next day. And I plan on finishing it, in moderation of course. :)

In addition to sweets, I was also really craving Chipotle this week. So instead of eating there, I made my own version of a Chipotle burrito and it was quite delicious if I do say so myself. Plus, I made it without cilantro or onions, so it was even better!

Baby Movements

Baby is still moving all over the place and more regularly now. I'm actually sitting watching my belly move around right now as I type this. I still find it so weird and so cool. I think it's exciting that I still have12 more weeks to feel these movements and for the movements to continue getting stronger and more frequent. Perhaps I won't be quite as excited about this when the movements involve causing me to pee my pants or stab my ribs but for now, I still find it exciting.

Maternity Lessons

A few weeks ago, I was bashing maternity shorts and how much I hated them - mostly because I couldn't find any that fit my big thighs. But now that I have two pairs that actually fit me (purchased at Kohls, by the way), I have done a 180 on my opinion of them. I think they are awesome!

It seriously makes me never want to buy pants or shorts with buttons ever again. Zippers and buttons are definitely overrated and these shorts are really wonderful in emergency bathroom situations since you don't have to mess with buttons and zippers. And let's face it - when are my bathroom trips not emergencies?

Don't judge me when you see me wearing these maternity shorts next summer too. After all, I need to get my money's worth, right?


Not too much new in this department except we pulled the trigger on a swivel, rocker, recliner this week. It's a really nice chair and we got to pick our choice of fabric. I can't wait for it to arrive in 6-8 weeks!


Back is still hurting and getting slightly worse as it now is interfering with my sleep slightly. It's not unbearable, just annoying. I'm going to experiment more with tucking pillows under my back when I sleep. Some people swear by this big pregnancy body pillow but they are pretty expensive and I would be upset if I spent the money and it didn't help so I want to try other methods first.

I did get a pregnancy massage that was completely wonderful and relaxing. I decided that before conceiving children, wives should send their husbands to massage therapy school so you can get massages every day throughout your entire pregnancy. I haven't pitched this idea to Pat yet but I'm sure he'll oblige. He always says, a happy wife equals a happy life. :)

I have to admit, though, he has been more than gracious with rubbing my back whenever I ask him to. And it does help. But it's not quite the same experience as at the spa.

My lumbar support pillow arrived. I'm using it right now, as a matter of fact.  So far I have used it in my car for my morning commute, took it into work with me and used it all day at my desk, put it back in my car and used it for my commute home and now am using it on the couch.

Today is my first full day of using my LSP (as I will affectionately refer to my new lumbar support pillow friend) so the jury is still out on how much it will actually help but so far so good. By this time yesterday, my back was already killing me and so far today I still feel great! That's a good sign that LSP and I are going to be great friends.

I thought I would really embrace my new pillow and not be embarrassed carrying it around. But if I'm being honest, it was a little embarrassing today. When I use it in the car, it gives a whole new meaning to the phrase "sitting up straight." When I carried it from my car to my office, I did a quick look around the parking lot to see if anyone was watching. And when people walked into my office, I wondered if they were judging me or wondering if I stole some 80 year-old's office chair.

It seems to me, though, that the only reason people commented on the pillow is because they noticed that it's still in the plastic shrink wrap it came in. I didn't take it out yet because I want to make sure I like it in case I need to send it back. Besides, if I'm going to own a pillow designed for the elderly I might as well act the part and keep it covered in plastic, right?

Weight Gain

I've officially reached the 20 pound weight gain mark and now weigh more than I ever have in my entire life. For some reason I've been dreading this benchmark. Obviously I didn't expect to not gain weight and I'm still comfortable with the way my body looks (could do without the cellulite in my legs but I'm pretty sure that has always been there).

But still, twenty pounds just seems like a lot! I still have 14 weeks left and even if I keep my weight gain to one pound a week, that still puts me at 35 total pounds gained. My doctor told me 30-35 pounds gained is okay, but let's be honest. Do you really think I can keep it to one pound a week? If you do, I appreciate your confidence but please re-read the sentence above where I tell you that I plan on eating the two remaining pieces of peanut butter pie in my very near future. Not in one sitting, though, if that counts for anything. 

Gender Prediction

I had a dream on Friday night that we had a baby boy. This is the second time I've had a dream about having a boy but unlike the first dream, this baby didn't come out looking like a stranger's baby. It looked like it could have really been ours. Is this a sign that we're having a boy? Time will tell...

Thursday, July 05, 2012

25 weeks

Week: 25
Baby length:
13.5 inches - the length of an eggplant
Baby weight:
1.5 lbs.
Bump size:
38.25 inches (+.75 inches from last week)
+17.5 pounds (+1.5 lbs. from last week)
Sweets, duh. 


My new obsession is Menchie's. Have you heard of it? It's a frozen yogurt shop that has an entire wall of flavors and then another wall of toppings. I tried it on Friday and was hooked.

I feel that frozen yogurt does not count as a dessert. Do you agree? Never mind the fact that I loaded it up with brownie crumbles, reese cups, tiny cheesecake squares and many other delicious toppings.

I liked it so much that I went back again the next day - only so that Pat could experience the awesomeness for the first time too. It was all about him, not about me. Even though I had to force him to go and he wasn't even hungry for dessert. 

I think I have created an image of myself as eating desserts morning noon and night during this pregnancy and this is not true. Don't get me wrong - I crave them enough to do that, but I am actually demonstrating much more self control than I give myself credit for (minus the Menchie's two days in a row).

We had our cookout two weeks ago and I told you there were lots of desserts leftover at our house. These desserts are still around (brownies and cookies). When I was craving them, I would just tear off a little corner of one and walk away. Never have I eaten one all at once. I just thought you should know in case you had visions in your head of me baking trays of brownies and eating them in one sitting. 

Baby Movements

I can actually see the baby moving in my belly now. This was our Sunday morning entertainment. I lifted my shirt up and we watched the jerks and twitches in my stomach. And by we I mean that Pat watched a first, got bored with it and then went back to watching TV.

I, however, am obsessed and could watch my belly all day long. It is so strange and exciting all at the same time.  I remember my SIL saying to me once while she was pregnant that she felt like she was a part of a science experiment because of all the strange things happening in her belly. I now know exactly what she meant. But I couldn't be more excited about this little science experiment that is moving and shaking inside of my belly.

This is probably the only time in my life that I will be excited to see my belly moving. I'm sure later in life when my belly moves because the fat is jiggling, it won't be nearly as entertaining.  So I'm going to enjoy each of these special moments.

Maternity Lessons

We registered for Baby R this weekend. It feels so nice to be done and the experience definitely made it feel more real that we are having a baby! I was terrified of the registering process because I thought it would be super overwhelming but getting advice from people who just went through this experience themselves (thanks, Traci & Lisa) and what I remember from going with my sister and helping with nephew Max when he was young, made it so much easier for us.

That being said, it was still exhausting. We were in Babies R Us for three and a half hours and then went to Target after that. I was shocked at how patient and helpful Pat was during the process. He is a patient and helpful person but not when it comes to shopping. I couldn't believe he was patient and helpful for the entire 4+ hours we were looking at baby stuff. Usually his shopping threshold is about 20 minutes so this was quite a stretch for him and he was a great sport!


The bookshelf is finished and in the nursery. And it actually has books on it now! Not any new ones, just all my old children's books from growing up.

Bookshelf before and after. We already owned this bookshelf
(was originally my parents') so other than the paint, it was free!

We are now in search of the perfect swivel, rocker, recliner chair. It will be the last missing piece for the nursery. Turns out these chairs aren't easy to find. We decided not to go with the traditional glider/ottoman because we don't have a lot of room for the ottoman and because we feel the recliner will more easily transition to a nice piece of furniture somewhere else in our house later on.

In addition to being difficult to find, it also turns out these chairs aren't cheap. But we have done the entire rest of the nursery quite inexpensively and everyone tells me how much time they spend in these chairs so we are willing to splurge. Don't worry, I am still shopping around feverishly for the best deal.


The back ache has returned. Still not terrible or unbearable but enough to be annoying. I actually ordered a lumbar support pillow for my car and office chair (per my doctor's recommendation). Just add this to the growing list of similarities between myself and the elderly. No bladder control and a lumbar support pillow that travels with you. Good thing my pride went out the window at about week 16 of the pregnancy.

I'm also getting my pregnancy massage tomorrow so hopefully that will help with the back pain. And even if it doesn't, I'm sure it will feel great and it is FREE since I have a gift card.

I thought I was emotional before when I cried just thinking about the movie Dumbo, but my emotions have gone to all new extremes this week.

On Sunday I wanted to go to a furniture store in search of the swivel, rocker, recliner mentioned above. I knew Pat had some things he wanted to do on the computer so I patiently waited for him to finish and then asked if he was ready to go to the furniture store.

His response was very short and direct and basically said there was no chance he was going shopping again (remember - we had just spent the entire day before registering). Not getting the response I was looking for, I walked away and then out of nowhere I started sobbing.

I don't know what came over me but I couldn't stop crying. But even as I was standing there bawling, I kept thinking about how ridiculous it was that I was crying and then I would start laughing. So it was this weird combination of crying and laughing and I'm sure I sounded somewhat like a hyena.

Pat had no idea what was going on and thought I was faking. When he realized my tears and sobs were real, he was both confused and concerned. He asked me what was wrong and all I could say (or sob) was, "You hurt my feelings." Spoken just like you would imagine from a five year-old. I realized it then and am still very much aware of how ridiculous this entire situation was but yet I couldn't make it stop.

Maybe it goes without saying, but Pat ended up accompanying me to the furniture store(s).  

Weight Gain

So I'm up a pound and a half since last week. Considering all that I ate during our cookout and the days after, I am pretty okay with this. That being said, the weight was done before my Menchie's discovery. Next week could be a different story.

Even though I like to pretend that my weight gain has been "all baby" so far, I know this isn't true. If it was all belly, then why are my underwear suddenly cutting off my circulation? I've always had a little junk in my trunk, if you will, but it seems as if the trunk is getting even more full these days.

Pat gave me a Victoria's Secret gift card for Christmas which I haven't used yet because I found out I was pregnant shortly after receiving it. He keeps encouraging me to go use it and buy new underwear but I keep trying to explain to him that pregnancy is not the time you want to be buying underwear from Victoria's Secret. Especially when you know you're going to need to buy them in a size bigger than you normally wear.

So instead, I bought some granny panties (no offense to any grannies out there) from our local grocery story, Marc's. If you know of Marc's, you might think it's a strange place to buy underwear. And you're right. But it was only $1.99 for a three pack of Hanes cotton. What a deal!

When I got home and opened the package to find that the labels are printed in Chinese, I realized why they were so cheap. But that doesn't bother me because they are SO COMFORTABLE! Pat was appalled when I showed them to him. They are a bigger size than I normally wear and I believe his direct quote was, "Those look like they could fit me." I think this was an exaggeration, although I didn't ask him to try them on to verify.

He's right, though. They are big. But guess what? They fit me and they feel great and I don't care how unflattering they are. Don't worry, they aren't the kind of granny panties that come up to your belly button. They still sit at the hips but believe me when I say they provide full coverage.

I bought six pairs and I may even go back for more. I jokingly told Pat that I like these underwear so much that even after the baby, I might never go back to Victoria's Secret underwear again. He tried to laugh it off but then asked nervously, "You're not serious, right?"

No, I'm not serious. I like to think that someday I will feel skinny and pretty again and have a desire to wear cute underwear. But for now, my date with Victoria is going to have to wait because I have moved on to bigger (literally) and better things for the time being.

Gender Prediction

My neighbor is guessing girl based on how badly I'm craving sweets. We also did the "baby on the belly" old wives' tale test with my niece Harper where if she keeps both feet on the belly, it means you are having a girl. She says (or I guess her feet say) we are having a girl too.