Friday, July 18, 2014

26 weeks and strange dreams

How far along: 26 weeks today

Symptoms, sleep, clothes: exact same as last week- some days I'm in all maternity clothes, other days I'm in no maternity clothes. Usually it's a mix. Bad sciatic nerve pain that makes laying down painful, but sleep is okay because...

... I finally caved and bought a body pillow.

Comfortable, but kind of a pain in the rear end because it's like a third person in our bed at night. At least it's comfortable for Bryan to snuggle up against too if he wants.

Oh, another symptom is acid reflux. My torso is just so short that my stomach is getting pushed out of the way rather quickly. It just causes problems. Tums and I have become friends. I went and bought my third bottle the other day.

I still throw up once in a while... it was Wednesday this week I believe. Good times. Luckily I have yet to pee my pants while throwing up, like I've been warned is a distinct possibility when the baby is bigger than a pinto bean.

Birthing class: We started taking one. Exciting.

Exercising and being healthy and all that: For our class I've had to track my nutrition and darn it all I have the hardest time getting enough protein some days! We don't eat a ton of meat, and when we do it's usually in stuff, and I can't eat endless supplies of beans and nuts and all that because I run out of stomach room...soooo that's fun.

I went to Thai food a week or so ago with mom and it turns out the Masaman curry gave me tons of protein for that day. So yesterday I made a giant vat of Masaman curry that I'll (we'll) be eating off of for a fortnight. It's pretty delicious, if I do say so myself.

The house smelled really yummy after it had been cooking yesterday afternoon. I need a candle with that scent... nevermind these "summer breeze" scents.

My friends that I do water aerobics with were laughing pretty hard last night that I am having no problem cooking and eating food with fish sauce and tamarind paste in it, but still can't seem to stomach salsa and bell peppers and anything that reminds me of chile verde. (See last week's story.)

Remind me to never eat Thai food at the beginning of my pregnancies because I need to preserve my love of it for the middle and end of being pregnant. :) My love for Mexican food has become (hopefully temporarily) a tragedy of war.

Movement: Okay, so I'm pretty sure if you looked at my uterus without, you know, my abs and intestines all around it, it would look like a soccer-ball-sized bounce house with a giant baby inside of it practicing parkour. Once in a while he bounces clear up into the rafters and kicks my ribs around, possibly trying to expand his training space. One day my ribs may just oblige.

Strange dreams: Being a descendent of grandma Workman, I'm no stranger to strange dreams. In fact, I'm sure they're as genetic as the migraines and the hair that we all got from her. But, over the last few weeks I've had some far less-frightening dreams that have been pretty chuckle-worthy. I have tons of them but only remember a few right now.

1) I had a dream that I was doing some work in the flower beds at a mall. Suddenly I couldn't resist, and I reached over to a sprinkler that was sticking about 2 feet out of the ground, and I popped off the sprinkler head. I replaced the sprinkler head by popping a can of spray paint in it's place. The pressure of the water built up and suddenly the can of spray paint burst into flames.

I ran away from it as fast as I could, and as I ran had a moral dilemma, and turned around and turned myself in.

2) The night before last I had so many dreams about people from school/work asking me to do things for them and take care of things on some projects that we're working on, that when I woke up I had to go through my email and to-do list for about a half hour figuring out what I actually needed to do and what I had dreamed.

3) Last night I had a dream, and it was one of those where you think you've woken up and aren't dreaming anymore. I dreamed that it was this morning and I had woken up at 8:06 am. I walked into the living room, pulled up my calendar on the computer, and realized I had a dentist appointment scheduled for 8:00 am. I knew I wouldn't make it in time because I washed my hair last night after water aerobics (true story) and it's an afro and would need some attention before I could go anywhere (also a true story). I spent the rest of my day trying to find the dentist office's phone number so I could call them and reschedule my appointment. Google wouldn't work and I couldn't get a hold of dad (who I know has the phone number). Not sure how it was ever resolved.

Good times. :)

Some inspiration from Elder Holland (one of my favorites--- if we're allowed to have favorites. :D)

Friday, July 11, 2014

25 weeks and "out of order"

Hello everybody.

I think I need a vacation. Bryan is more than ready for one.

Too bad we don't have time for one.


Maybe this would be a good alternative:


Baby update:

My cute cousin Annie drew this for us. :) 

How far along: 25 weeks today

Symptoms, sleep, clothes: Pretty bad sciatic nerve pain... that's the biggest reason I wake up at night (it hurts to roll over) but other than that I'm doing pretty well. Still a bit of the fatigue stuff but it's July so that's to be expected. I'm still wearing a mix of maternity and normal clothes.

Funny (but not so funny at the time) story: I don't remember if I mentioned the pork chile verde thing... basically I made it at the beginning of my pregnancy when I was normal sick (not yet super sick), and to this day if I mention those words I start dry heaving and all that.

Anyway, I was at Winco and Bryan had mentioned we were out of salsa, so I went down that isle. Somehow the combination of the smell of masa and seeing green salsa and all that triggered me. (Even now I'm gagging.) Anyway, I started getting pukey and cold clammy sweaty and all that.

I got up to the check out stand (salsa was the last thing on my list) and, poor check out guy, I started dry heaving. I tried to keep my mouth shut and not say words and just hurry... all the time I was just looking to where I would aim my puke in about .9 seconds. I threw all my groceries in bags in record time (still dry heaving) and ran outside.

I made it to the car okay and sat there and ate a string cheese and eventually was okay. But whew... it was close!

Funny (funny albeit a bit awkward at the time) story: I was looking at maternity shirts in Burlington Coat Factory and there was this one button up thing that I figured I'd just try on over my tshirt so I didn't have to go to the dressing room. It fit fine, but there was no stretch or anything so I was sorta tugging on it to see if it would last me until October.

A worker lady (probably in her 50's or 60's) came walking by and from across the entire baby section yelled out "trying to see if you'll grow out of it?" I chuckled and said "Yes". She yelled "When are you due?" "October." "Oh, you'll DEFINITELY grow out of it!" Thanks lol... I didn't buy it.

Exercising and being healthy and all that: Same as before really. My arms are so weak compared to the rest of my body so I'm trying to change that. Some days I feel like I can't get enough to eat which gets a little old since my stomach size inversely proportional to my appetite these days.

Movement: Same as last time... lots of movement, loves to kick my ribs (my bottom front right rib pops around so much now... he's getting stronger lol). He also loves to stretch out... which makes for an interesting situation considering he's probably like 15 inches long now. It's pretty fun/funny to watch him move around (the outside of my stomach dances and wiggles and bulges). Sometimes we play a game... he hits or kicks, I poke, he kicks, I poke... back and forth. :)

Estimated size: I never understand the vegetable comparisons. I guess I over-think it. As big as cauliflower? Well what sized cauliflower? And is he as long as one? As heavy as one? The same volume as one? Come on people.

A more accurate size estimate (that I got from looking up an academic article that had the mean weights and standard deviations for each gestational week), and considering he's male and he's a little big, is about 30 ounces (quite possibly more) and somewhere around 15 inches long. Wow!


Aaand something funny that we're going to have to get/make for our kid:

Friday, July 4, 2014

Happy 4th! (Snow Cone Style)

Dad and Grandpa serving at the Lion's Club breakfast

I'm sure mom will be thrilled that I'm ending this fabulous post with this fabulous picture. :) 

Happy Independence Day!