Monday, September 25, 2006

Fifty bucks

Well, little Mr. Jackson/ Ms. Addison already owes me $50!I probably shouldn't blame an unborn child for it, but I can't think of a better person to blame for the whole in my pants! I tried to zip them back up after I went to the bathroom and guess what? The pants said SIKE and then the zipper ripped away from the pants. Good thing the suit has a jacket and I don't have anymore meetings today.
Everyone tells me that babies are expensive...but come on!

Friday, September 22, 2006

Is there a flood...

I have on a pair of pants today that are too short. They weren't too short the last time I wore them...a few months ago. But now, since I have to hike my pants up over my belly, they get shorter...Mmmmm. It's a little embarassing. I look like Erckle.
I'm feeling pregnant now, which kind of feels like how I feel when I haven't worked out for a week...just fat and blah.
And to top that off, Eric said yesterday, "Baby, you don't look pregnant, you just look puffy."
Imagine his shock when I left the room and slammed the door. He thought he was saying a nice thing....guess that's one more difference between guys and girls.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Enjoying the ride

Today I'm feeling pretty overwhelmed at the notion of becoming a mom/mommy/mamma.
There are already a million things I want to make sure I tell Jackson/Addison.
I want to make sure he knows that long before he was born, his parents loved him almost as much as they loved each other. I want him to know that when his mom was pregnant with him, his parents spent hours just talking about their hopes and dreams for him.
And I also want him to know that neither of his parents have ever done this whole parenting thing before so they are going to make some mistakes. Hopefully those mistakes won't be the HUGE ones that cause lots of pain and damage, but rather little ones, sprinkled throughout his life that we all can learn from and look back on and laugh...I think we all have some of those.
Beccoming a mother makes me realize how damaging my personal weaknesses are and how easy it could be to pass those things on to a child. I will try my darndest not to do that...
I'm just trying to enjoy the ride.

Monday, September 18, 2006

Where did this come from....

On Saturday night, I was getting all dressed up to go out on the town with Steve and Rachel. And, for the first time in our relationship, I was actually the girl when it came to getting ready: I took longer than Eric!
None of my clothes fit! I must have tried on 20 different combinations of shirts, pants, skirts, dresses and sweaters!
Everytime I looked down at my stomach, there it was, front and center! A little baby tummy. I couldn't hide it! And I couldn't believe it.
Eric looked at me and said, "Where did that come from? All of a sudden, you're pregnant."
I'm only nine weeks...how can I already be showing??
I'm used to wearing my pants and skirts just below my belly button, but now, I have to hike them all the way up...like Urkle!!
It was weird. But I finally found an empire-waisted tank top that had a loud print, so it took the emphasis off the baby belly...and onto the girls (if you know what I mean). It's so crazy adjusting to this new body...

Monday, September 11, 2006

Mastering happy hour....


So, one thing I realized: happy hours ain't so happy when you ain't drinkin'. I notice how NOT funny many people are...the same people who actually are funny when I've had a few drinks.
But last Friday, I had to go to a happy hour for one of my colleagues who was leaving. I knew that if I just drank water, everyone would be asking why.
So, Eric came up with a great solution. He ordered me plain cranberry juice with a lime in a martini glass. I felt like part of the group and I actually had a fun time. If I didn't know better, I'd have thought the drink had alcohol in it. In fact, I leaned over to Eric a few times and asked him if there was alcohol in my drink. He looked at me like I had completely lost my mind...poor Eric.
After the happy hour, we went to another party downtown and Eric and I had such a good time! I got all gussied up and he was pretty shocked that I looked so darn cute because I haven't in such a long time.
Jackson must have known that mommy and daddy needed to have a good-ole fun time! And we did!

Four more weeks....

OK...so everyone keeps telling me that the morning sickness will just STOP sometime around 12 weeks. Great! Just four more weeks of this nonsense. I can't wait until it's over because I'm not the happiest mom-to-be right now and I'm starting to feel really guilty about that.
I'm eating whatever seems like it might stop the ickiness in my tummy.....cranberry sauce, refried beans, milk, pickles, cheese, oatmeal, hot chocolate, jell-o...nothing works for very long.
I'm not much fun to be around either and Eric has been so great. I snapped at him yesterday and he said, "I just want my friend back."
I heard him...and I just want my body back...and then I feel bad thinking that. And then I feel awful because I can't workout the way I used to, which makes me feel like crap....
Maybe this week I'll get it all figured out. I keep thinking of the bottom line: a healthy baby. And if it takes all of this yucky stuff to have a healthy baby in April, then it's worth it.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

4.27.07

So, we have a preliminary due date: April 27, 2007. We had our first doctor's appointment yesterday and we were really excited at the possibility of hearing the baby's heartbeat. But that didn't happen. We have to wait until October 3 to do that.
But the appointment was two hours long! The midwife, Lois, who I really like, went through a million things with us. It was totally and completely overwhelming...all of the possible things that could/might go wrong. It's truly amazing that healthy babies are born at all. We have a lot of decisions to make as far as the tests we could have done....it's enough to make you freak out...and I would if I wasn't so exhausted and still battling morning sickness.
I did get a prescription for chewable prenatal vitamins, though. I hope that will be the difference.
The whole process is still so exciting and Lois said that I was such a normal case that I could choose whether to stay with the midwives or choose the doctor path. We really hit it off with Lois, so we've decided to stay with the midwives....I mean, she actually called me slender, which made her my new best friend of course!!!