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Check and check

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Given that the official last day of summer (yay!) is Friday, I thought I’d go through my summer to-do list and see what I managed to do in between naps and ice cream runs (both were plentiful, believe me).

Go to the beach at least twice (and avoid getting sunburned) : I made it to the beach a whopping three times! The first trip was to Pescadero, with a stop at the goat farm on the way; next was Half Moon Bay for GP’s birthday (fog means way smaller Labor Day crowds); the last was just this past weekend, the sunniest of the three, on the Russian River just outside Guerneville. Wouldn’t you know it, the only sunburn I ended up getting was on the dreariest of the three trips– lesson (re)learned, the sun is out to get me.

Funnel cake and/or garlic fries on the Boardwalk: No Boardwalk trips this summer! How did this happen? I ate plenty of unhealthy food this summer, but unfortunately very little of it was enjoyed at a seaside amusement park.

Maxi skirts and dresses (I don’t wear shorts, so these are basically as breezy as my summer attire gets): Success! Skirts and dresses of the maxi sort are basically my maternity jam (aside from the jeans, of course). Any ideas on how to make them last into the fall/winter?

Summer Pops concerts at SJSU (free music, yay!): Done! Went to a concert with my dad while GP was off one one of two bachelor-weekends (both of his best men have/had weddings this year, so he had plenty of binge drinking to do).

Picnic in the Rose Garden (such a short walk from home!): …nope. Blame the beach, I suppose. If we’re packing up lunch, we’re likely choosing a more remote destination.

Braids for-ev-er: Yup. I have a near-feral amount of hair right now, so braids are often the best way to keep it from killing me in my sleep.

San Jose Giants games (cheaper than a movie): Yep! We even went to the July 5th game to watch the fireworks, which will never ever get old. (Seriously, fireworks 4eva.)

Make jam, pickles, popsicles (we have some fruit ripening in our yard– has anyone ever pickled an apricot?): Sadly, no. All the fruit that was harvested from our yard this summer was eaten as-is, often plucked from the tree in the middle of a lengthy patio-lounging session.

Olympics! No lie, I love the Olympics.: Hello, yes. I am sad the Olympics only last a couple weeks, but on the other hand the less I have to hear Ryan Lochte speak, the better. (Honestly, he makes Michael Phelps look like fricking Neil de Grasse Tyson.)

Gone with the Wind (Hello, I still haven’t read this. I’m sorry.): I lost my reading mojo in the late spring and early summer, only to have it come roaring back around mid-August. I haven’t gotten to GWTW just yet, but it’s still (high) on the list.

Bike rides: My oh my, no. Can we talk about the kayaking I did when we were in Seattle, though? I am pretty proud of that. (And we saw a seal! Best day ever.)

Time to start making a fall list, I think. Boots, sweaters, and pumpkin spice are good starting points, right?


18 weeks – halfway there, almost

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So, ok, I’m actually a little past the 18-week milestone, but I think I’m the only one (besides my doctor) who’s paying attention to such things. Get excited, because this is going to be the longest update I’m likely to write until there is actually a baby around here. (I’m told I will have plenty of time in the wee hours to be composing incoherent blog posts.) Here’s the rundown…

How far along: 18 weeks (and 3 days, if you’re interested). According to one of the four (yes, four) apps on my phone that are tracking things for me, that means I have 151 days left, which seems like both an eternity and an impossibly short amount of time. I’m always excited to reach each weekly “milestone,” but each successive one also makes me pause at the dwindling number of weeks left before there is an Actual Baby That Lives in Our House.

Sex: We’re set to find out on Friday! We’re finding out not because I am more excited to have a baby of one sex or the other (truly, I can find ways to be excited and horrified for both boys and girls), but because I feel like it’ll make planning a bit easier. When people say that they “want to be surprised,” I have to stop myself before remarking that I’m sure that’s not the only thing that will be surprising about giving birth and having a baby around.

Size of baby: BabyCenter says bell pepper, BabyBump says heirloom tomato (fancy!), and What to Expect (won’t read the book, but have the app) says mango. (WTE also said  in a recent email that I should picture “a mango covered in cheese” when trying to envision the baby all covered in vernix, which is the most disgusting thing I can imagine. The mango and cheese, that is, not the baby.)

Total weight gained: Um, none? I’ve been at the same weight (about 10 pounds overweight, says the BMI chart) since my first doctor visit at 4 weeks, and haven’t noticed any change in my scale at home, either. However, things have been sort of…redistributing? I am not a belly-weight-gainer, and you can see above that there is something there (I had to buy new jeans not because I couldn’t pull them over my thighs (generally the rule when I’m putting on weight), but because I was dying from fastening them with hair ties. At any rate, I am sort of insecure about the fact that I haven’t gained any weight, as well as the fact that I feel like the “bump” is…a little small? I know that I’ll eventually be enormous, but at the moment I’m feeling petite for the first time in at least a dozen years.

Maternity clothes: See the jeans comment above– I’ve bought two new pairs (one from Old Navy, and the Shade pair in the picture above that feel like the most comfortable sweatpants one could possibly own). I’ve also bought a couple looser-fitting or maternity-specific tops, but I still feel like I’m swimming in them a bit (see above insecurity re: weight gain and bump size).

Movement: Yes! Or at least I think so? The rolling movements I was told by my doctor were gas (fun! glamorous!) have been replaced by small taps, which I will choose to believe are teeny kicks. I can’t wait for GP to be able to feel them, especially since the most he’s gotten to “experience” of my pregnancy so far has been listening to me barf  (and talk about barfing) and seeing/hearing the heartbeat at a couple ultrasounds.

Sleep: With the exception of interruptions for early morning bathroom breaks (annoyingly close to my usual wake-up time) and insane dog barking (ask me soon about how very badly we need to rehome our hot mess of a dog), sleep is actually pretty great. My mom bought me an embarrassingly-named pillow, which is likely unnecessary at this point, but wonderful for burrowing into. Oh, and bedtimes have been…unambitious? I’m pretty pleased with myself if I am not in bed before 9.

What I miss: Surprisingly (because I am apparently a lush?), not alcohol (though, truthfully, I have had a few sips of beer and wine when something spectacular has been poured). However, I would kick a pony in the face for a turkey sandwich, prosciutto, or smoked salmon. While I was in Houston for work a couple weeks ago, someone nearby was eating a bagel piled with lox and I basically wept. (Nearly) true story.

Cravings: Cold stuff! It doesn’t get that hot here, even in the summer (80s? Psh), but I have been eating frozen yogurt and ice cream like it’s my job. There are other cravings that I wouldn’t specifically label as “pregnancy” cravings, like Mexican food, because I generally want Mexican food alllll the time.

Aversions: The worst has been when, in a fit of “protein at breakfast is a good idea if I don’t want to barf today!” enthusiasm, I hard boiled a couple eggs and couldn’t even peel them. Instead, I just looked at them and heated up a couple frozen waffles. Sorry, protein. Oh, and had anyone noticed how awful dog food smells? (Not that I’m eating it…but the dog does, and I have to breathe into a paper bag for 10 minutes after I do so.)

Symptoms: Here is where I talk about barfing! I haven’t had terribly many other classic pregnancy symptoms (although my breasts hurt, but that’s all I care to say about that), but the nausea has been working like a champ to compensate for all the others. It started around 6 weeks, and though I was hoping for a bit of a taper coming into the second trimester, it definitely still crops up, especially if I haven’t eaten for two hours or so (champion grazer over here, dudes). I have been reading horror stories of women who have nausea/vomiting throughout their entire pregnancies, but I’m crossing my fingers that I’ll get a break at some point).

Best moment this week: A tie between teensy feelings of movement and scheduling the anatomy scan (this Friday! Provided that everyone, ahem, cooperates).

The Fever

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Thanks for all the congratulations on the “Yay, baby!” post– we’re not sharing on Facebook at this point (I’m sure we will eventually, Facebook is just…too annoying to deal with), so it’s fun to be able to share details online. I was on the fence about chronicling our “ttc” (Google it) journey, and (clearly) ultimately decided against it; the fewer people thinking about whether I’m ovulating, the better. I will say that, from the beginning of the process, I was not about to half-ass anything. Mostly because I believe that those who say they’re “not trying, not preventing” don’t really know how biology works (if you’re not preventing and you’re having sex, sorry, you’re trying), and also because I am a complete control freak, I was a temperature-charting, OPK-taking fool from the very beginning. Luckily for my sanity, the whole process only took a few months– I feel incredibly lucky that that was the case, given my knowledge of how much hope and heartbreak some experience as they try to make one of those little people.

I’m probably going to start near-weekly pregnancy updates (complete with bump pictures, since I’m nearly convinced that I’m out of the “too many burritos?” phase), with zero apologies about taking a “mommy blog” turn. The best thing about the internet is tuning out what you don’t want to read/hear/whatever, and (obviously) I’ve always shared what’s going on in my life, so…this is what’s going on. We’re growing a baby around here. It is fun, and scary, and oh lordy are you going to get sick of me talking about it. See? We’re having fun already.

And now, here is a crazy thing: when I told my supervisor at work that I was pregnant, I was vaguely surprised to hear a, “me, too!” (We’re close in age and all, but hadn’t really discussed our uteruses before.) Our due dates are less than a week apart, so that makes it even crazier. And then, today, I learned that another coworker is 13 weeks pregnant. Does this officially mean there’s something in the water? (Don’t even get me started on all the blog-ladies who are expecting little ones…)