It’s Official: I’ve Lost It.

My brain, that is. Seriously, it’s gone, ya’ll. In the past week, I have lost both my hair pick and a tube of toothpaste.

Yes, you read that correctly. I actually lost a tube of toothpaste. I’m still trying to figure out how exactly one loses an entire tube of toothpaste. I went into my bathroom last night and did a quick once-over of the counter. I decided it was too cluttered for my liking, so I put the things that didn’t need to be on the counter back in their respective homes. Hairbrush in the drawer, hair dryer under the sink, face lotion in the cabinet, etcetera. When I returned a few hours later to brush my teeth, my toothpaste – which is normally sitting behind the faucet – was nowhere to be found. Perplexed, I opened the drawer with the hairbrush. No toothpaste. I peeked under the sink with the hair dryer. No toothpaste. I looked in the cabinet on the wall where the face lotion went. Nothing. I even went so far as to check the freezer, where I have been known to leave things. The toothpaste was not there. It’s like it just got up and walked away, but that’s ridiculous because toothpaste can’t walk.

So I had to get under my sink and retrieve the brand new unopened tube which really chapped my ass. The old tube that I had lost had more than half of the toothpaste left in it. I’m still hoping that it turns up somewhere.. It has to, I know I didn’t throw it away. Sigh.

In other news, I’ve made up my mind about what to do this flu season. I am not getting the H1N1 vaccine. It’s too new, too untested and I just don’t feel comfortable making Nellie and me guinea pigs for a new vaccine. I have compromised with myself, however, and decided to receive a regular flu shot.
Upon making this decision, I also came to the conclusion that I wanted a thimerosal free vaccine. I have heard that finding one of these is not easy, and the things I had heard were right. I must have called 6-7 different places before finally finding a local Walgreens that offers them. Now, there really isn’t much hard scientific evidence that thimerosal is harmful, and I’m not one to shy away from the thought of vaccines but I am wary of receiving any sort of medication/vaccine while pregnant… So I decided to get the thim. free shot for my own peace of mind. I haven’t gone in to get it yet, but will once we’ve got the money for it.

Also vaccination-related, I am apparently RH Negative and will require a Rhogam shot at my 28 week appointment to protect my future babies from problems. My doctor and her nurse both assured me that being RH Negative will not harm or affect this pregnancy in any way, but it could affect my next pregnancy where my blood may produce antibodies that could kill the fetus thinking it’s an “intruder” so to speak. I don’t want that; I certainly never want to have to suffer another miscarriage so any precautions I can take, I will take. I will probably require another Rhogam shot after Nellie is born. That’s actually two shots I will have to receive after she is here… I found out at my 20 week scan that I have borderline Rubella immunity, meaning the Rubella immunity I received from the MMR shot I got as a child has almost worn off. I cannot get the shot now while pregnant, but must get it immediately following delivery.

Yesterday, DH and I decided on a nursery theme! It’s so exciting. Once he and I came to a decision on a set, I immediately put it on our registry and almost all of the accessories that go with it. I couldn’t help myself. Here are some pics:


It’s starting to get real. Like, really real. I have a box full of baby clothes, a registry up and active, and I feel my girl kick every day. I am actually going to have a baby. A real, live, human baby! My daughter is finally coming…. I cannot wait for the day that we can hold her, and kiss her, and see her sweet little face!!!!!!

Nellie Rose – 24w3d

Our appointment yesterday went fantastically well. The doctor got a good, clear shot at all four chambers of her heart which is what she wanted. She was awesome enough to keep looking around for us; confirming that she is in fact a GIRL! and just giving us a good long look at our little lady. We got several good pictures, and one really good face shot. It almost looks 3d. I was in awe the entire time. I had been feeling worried since she’s been quieter, but everything looks perfect. She was snuggling and sleepy the whole time, unlike the last visit where she was doing flips and turns. She was curled up, and even got the hiccups! It was so amazing to see her whole body shake and her little mouth open as she hiccuped. She gave us a good smile, and she looks like her daddy already. She definitely has his nose. I was watching my baby girl curled up, shifting and elbowing me (which I could feel) and tears starting falling down my cheeks. I don’t know what it was about the last visit; if I was too anxious to find out what the sex was or what, but I just didn’t feel as in awe as I did this time. I was also relieved to see everything is OK.

So, here’s the three best pictures that we got of little miss…. Enjoy.


Belly & Me: Week 24

So, I’ve had this shirt for about two years now. Maybe less. It’s always been very good to me; very cute and such. It’s always been very flattering; flowy around the waist to conceal my not so flat tummy. I put it on last night before I went to chorus and I was floored. Absolutely floored.. Let’s just say it’s NEVER stretched this much before.

I was amazed at how…. PREGNANT I look in this shirt!!!!!!!! I mean, obviously I know I’m pregnant. But I was just floored. Woot woot!

The Most Stubborn Baby in Town

I’m still fighting with Nellie to be more active. I have a sneaky suspicion that my uterus has risen a little bit, and she within it. As I’ve mentioned before, I have an anterior placenta so she is probably kicking it more often than kicking me. I am also aware that she still has growing and moving room and that she may be facing away from me; kicking toward my spine rather than my tummy.

That being said, I WISH SHE WOULD TURN THE HELL AROUND AND START KICKING ME IN THE VAGINA AGAIN.

Okay, I don’t think she ever actually kicked me in the vagina, but sometimes it felt like she was; she was kicking so low. I remember telling DH that sometimes when she’d kick, I could literally feel it in my crotch.

I felt her a few times during chorus last night but not as much as I usually do when we’re singing. This morning I stood at the mirror and prodded my belly. I poked it. I rubbed it. Nada. The little girl didn’t give me ANYTHING. Patiently, I waddled (yes, I waddle now) to the fridge and pulled out the orange juice. I poured myself a glass, laid on my back on the couch and drank the entire glass. I waited, and waited….. And waited. Nothing. Zero. Zip. Not even a wiggle.

So I got up, and took a shower. Sometimes the shower wakes her up. I think I might have felt a little nudge, but I’m not sure. As of this morning I have yet to feel a good movement from her. I am trying to remain calm and take deep breaths, but it’s not easy. I have a doctor’s appointment today and will be getting an ultrasound, so at least that’s something, right? I just have to close my eyes and tell myself that my baby is fine. I can’t help but feel anxious and worried, but deep down inside when I ask that little inner voice of mine if I really think something has gone awry, that little voice answers no. It’s the same voice I’ve had from the beginning of this pregnancy; that voice has whispered to me constantly that everything is OK and that this little girl is destined to meet this world alive and kicking.

Just a few more hours until 3:00. Once I see her moving, I will be okay. Even if I can’t feel her; as long as I know she’s in there and thriving I will be able to exhale.

Provoking the Baby

Nellie has been quiet today; more quiet than I like her to be. So naturally, being the overly-paranoid mommy that I am, I have been trying to provoke her into kicking me all morning. My efforts have included:

Sitting down.
Standing up.
Walking.
Wiggling my body.
Prodding my stomach.
Gently shaking my stomach.
Eating four pieces of chocolate (covering my shirt with chocolate in the process)
Eating hot soup.
Drinking cold water.

Eating the pieces of chocolate evoked one kick from her. One lousy kick. You know, I always thought that when she started moving I would feel BETTER, and worry LESS. I don’t think that seems to be the case. Ugh.

Right as I started typing this blog, she gave me about 5 good kicks as if to mock me and my efforts to make her move.

I think that this proves that I officially have the world’s most stubborn baby. She is snarky and has a really strange sense of humor, even in utero.

Anniversary, Barbershop, and V-Day

We’re broke right now, so our anniversary celebration consisted of bringing home some food from the grocery store, eating at home and watching Queer as Folk. It was great. We spent good quality time just the two of us, snuggling and being cozy together. I managed to get off work 3 hours early so that was a nice little treat, too!

Saturday night my chorus held a little mini “show”. It was free admission, we provided food and had a silent auction to raise money for the chorus. We performed a few times throughout the evening. The turnout was amazing, and we ended up raising almost $1500 for the chorus. I was blown away by how many people came, and how much money we were able to raise! The food was fantastic; my singing sisters sure do know how to throw a party!

After everyone had left, me and the three ladies that I’m forming a quartet with snuck off for some practice. We sang together for about a half an hour, and were all really excited with how we sound. The game plan for now is to learn and perfect a few Christmas songs and once International competition is over in October, audition with them to become an OFFICIAL quartet. I’M SO EXCITED. We sound so good together and it feels so awesome to be finally singing in a quartet! I’ve officially been singing with the girls for a year. I went to my first Sweet Adeline rehearsal in late September and became a member on November 4th, 2008. So not too much longer ’till my one year “official” anniversary!

Yesterday I hit 24 weeks. VIABILITY! Baby girl can now make it on the outside if she has to…. Which, of course, I’m not hoping for but it’s nice to have that little sigh of relief that if something terrible were to happen she’d as least have a chance at making it. I started feeling all sorts of movement last week. From Weds-Fri, she was kicking me regularly; every day around lunchtime and then every night around 6-7. Pretty good, strong kicks, too. Saturday and Sunday, however, were more quiet. I DID feel her, but just not as regularly, as often or as strong. I’m a little worried and am hoping that it’s normal at 24 weeks to still feel irregular movement and variations in strength. I’m sure it all has to do with how she’s laying, which part of the body she’s using to nudge me with, etcetera. I have another appointment on Wednesday so I’ll be able to see her again. I know I’m just being a worrywart. I kept poking and prodding at her yesterday to provoke her to move and DH kept swatting my hand away going, “Let her sleep!” He’s so cute.

She poked me this morning with a foot, or something so that makes me feel a little better. Like I said, I still feel her but it’s not as reassuringly often or as hard as it was last week.

Ah, motherhood. The first of many, many years to come of worry.

24 Weeks – Baby Corn

Your baby’s growing steadily, having gained about 4 ounces since last week. That puts him at just over a pound. Since he’s almost a foot long (picture an ear of corn), he cuts a pretty lean figure at this point, but his body is filling out proportionally and he’ll soon start to plump up. His brain is also growing quickly now, and his taste buds are continuing to develop. His lungs are developing “branches” of the respiratory “tree” as well as cells that produce surfactant, a substance that will help his air sacs inflate once he hits the outside world. His skin is still thin and translucent, but that will start to change soon.