Tuesday, April 28

Housekeys, and Swelling, and Sneaking - Oh my!

You know, so far, I've had it pretty easy with this pregnancy. No morning sickness, just a gag reflex hyped up on pep pills... some exhaustion, which I can pretty much beat away just by eating.

Not this week, though. I worked last weekend (ugh... I hate working weekends) and I swear, by the time I got home, my brain was just not there anymore. I think it dribbled out of my ears all day long. Not only that, but my various joints were throbbing (Do you know how annoying it is to walk when your hip keeps trying to pop out? Do you!!? Well, I know you do, Mom... and Adeena... and Heather... and Rachel..... but does anyone ELSE? Huh!?) and that really doesn't help the non-brain factor.

Monday morning I woke up relatively late, compared to the weekend... 5:15 am. I stretched, yawned, bitched and moaned a little bit, and then got up. I went to the bathroom, stumbled up to the mirror, and grimaced at myself.

I was PUFFY! Puffy! Like a marshmallow! My poor ring finger was too swollen to pull my rings off. I thought to myself "Uh, oh."

I think it was because Monday was such a hot day. It got up to +29. Ick. I guess this is what I have to look forward to for the next few months.

So, I spit all over my ring, managed to get it off, and went to work as usual.

Because of that huge windstorm on Sunday, one of the big old pines that line the driveway at work was blown over. Tyler wanted to stay behind on Monday and cut it up, so I asked my friend Steph to give me a ride home so I wouldn't have to be stuck in the truck for two hours with nothing to do but listen to the radio.

She kindly said yes, and so happily went I, tra-la-laing with her to her car, all the way from work to my house.

She dropped me off, and with a bright and cheerful smile I said goodbye, and got out of her car. Then I paused, put my knuckles to my temples and said "Oh s--t!"

Fortunately she saw me freak out, and pulled back in to my driveway. I am such a dope.

Being so kind, she said she'd give me a ride all the way back to work to get my housekey, which I had forgotten to take off of Tyler's keychain. But first she had to pick up her kids from daycare.

She went in to get them, and I waited in the car. She told me after that as she was getting her 5-year-old son's coat on, she was telling him that her friend Sarah was in the car, and she was growing a baby in her tummy, and that the baby was a boy and his name was D----n. Her son piped up "That's a wonderful name!" Then he came running out to the car and waved to me through the window. He's too cute!

Her two year old daughter offered me gum the whole car ride back. I kept refusing politely "No thanks, sweetie!" but she wasn't convinced I didn't want any. You know, she may have known more than I did... that tropical trident sure smelled good. I just didn't know if it was dusted with wheat or not... some gum is.

Anyways, Steph sneakily pulled into the driveway, and I sneakily stole the housekey, without Tyler seeing us. He was busy chopping up a 50 foot pine, far too busy to notice his silly, forgetful wife rummaging in his truck.

Steph took me home again, and she waited in the driveway as I tried the key in the lock. I think she was worried I might have grabbed the wrong one. I wasn't THAT dumb, however, and I was able to get into my house. Bliss!

The moral of this story is: Don't forget your keys. Or if you do, make sure you take the damn gum! Or else you'll be craving it for hours afterwards.

Wednesday, April 22

Wesley Scott Bell

Is too cute.

And hungry all the time! He wouldn't stop searching for a boob in anything and everything. Rachel fed him a hundred times, but that didn't seem to help. It made taking a picture of his face pretty difficult. He just kept tschomping on his sweater, my shirt, his hand... everything.

He's the perfect snuggle size.... 7 lbs 8 ounces. Yep, I could handle a baby that big.

Tyler, saying hello to his brand-newest, youngest nephew.

I would write something more, but it's SO late and I'm SO tired, and I have to go to bed.

So goodnight, everyone!

Happy Birthday Matt!

My big brother is 25 today!

This is the best picture I could find of Matt. He hardly ever smiles nicely for the camera, it's really hard to get a picture of him not looking like a dorkstick.

I think this one is pretty good. I think it's because of Levi... he just radiates cuteness.

Happy Birthday, Matti!

Love, Sarah

Tuesday, April 21

Just a quick note....

To say "Congratulations!!!" to Mike & Rachel!

Wesley Scott was born very early this morning, at 12:22 (or so) am. Auntie Sarah didn't find out about it until she called her mom from work at noon, because she was going C-R-A-Z-Y wondering what if anything had happened!

Anyways, I will post some pictures and a better bigger blog tomorrow, after we go to see our newest nephew.

Sunday, April 19

A bit of babbling about baby beanie.

Beanie seems to have days where he hardly wants to move at all, and other days he acts out a tap dancing routine in my belly.

Yesterday Tyler and I went to his cousin's wedding, and I was active and moving around all day. Beanie hardly moved at all, at least not that I could feel.

Today, I was at home most of the day, and most of the day was pretty restful. I did vacuum, thanks to my mother-in-law bringing her vacuum over (by the way, having two dogs that shed twice their weight in fur every day, and a kerploded vacuum cleaner, is not a very ideal situation.) I felt kicks and punches every hour, and around 8:00 pm he started tap dancing. Or practicing kung fu.

I could see the kicks! They were so hard I could literally see his foot poking up. It was pretty freaky, like any second something was going to burst out of my stomach, Alien style. It was so incredibly cool, though.

I kept pushing against his feet, laughing under my breath while I did it. A couple times he kicked harder against me, as if he was trying to say "Quit that!" Or, maybe, he was just saying "Hi, Mommy!"

I'm over halfway through my pregnancy now, and it just boggles my mind. Where has the time gone? There are only 11 days left in April, for goodness sakes! In no time at all, my teeny tiny beanie will be a newborn baby, snuggled in my arms. I am literally trembling with excitement at that thought. My very own baby, in less than 20 weeks.

Tyler's been feeling the pressure of time... he's working his buns off to get our bedroom and the baby's bedroom renovated as quickly as possible. Thanks to our wonderful family and friends, the drywall is completely up, and Ty's going to start mudding and sanding this week. Soon it will be time for me to paint! And I love painting!

I'm going to try to paint a mural on Beanie's wall, just to see for myself what I can do. If I'm ever going to do it as a business, I needs to starts somewheres. I'll probably do something with jungle animals, but who knows.

That reminds me... Heather asked me to paint something on her girls' room wall, and I've never gotten around to it. I did sketch out a couple things, ballerina bunnies and whatnot, but I'm taking this opportunity to say "HEATHER! Remind me to show you the drawings and to actually PAINT the MURAL!"

There. Now the ball is in her court.

Now I'm going to bed (ooophf.... Beanie just kicked me in the lungs.. that is a weird feeling, let me tell you.)

Tuesday, April 14

I'm Superwoman!

It's true.

Alas, I seem to have eaten a whole box of Capn' Cryptonite for breakfast, rendering me weak and useless and really quite pathetic. Not at all super. I must have shared a spoonful with my Super Man (not Superman.... he's too old...) because now he's sniffling, snuffling, coughing and hacking like a tribe of Iroquois built a huge bonfire to war-dance around inside his lungs. Smokey.

Somebody gave me a cold. I'm not sure who it was, but I have a pretty good idea, and I'm not very happy. I'd like to drop kick her in the teeth... not only because of the cold, but because she's a lousy coworker who didn't show up for two days of work over a holiday weekend because she assumed she had those days off. Newsflash! You don't get a day off work unless your boss tells you that you have that day off! Der!

Anyways... I was sick for Easter, but some of the time I felt pretty good, so it was still enjoyable to be with family to celebrate the Resurrection of Jesus, and the fact that we get to go to Heaven because of Him. Plus there were chocolate eggs. Mmm..

Because we're sick, I made Tyler and I the never-fail meal to cure all colds.... roast chicken with garlic, butternut squash, yams, potatoes, and mixed vegetables. I feel better after eating it, mainly because it was just so darn good. But hopefully too because it's kicking some serious germy ass.

I have my first midwife appointment tomorrow (YAY!), and I just might be dress shopping, too. I picked up my dress from the sewing centre today, where I dropped it off three weeks ago because it needed a few alterations in order to fit my expanding bosom. Well, my belly has expanded quite a bit since then as well, so I'm not sure if the dress is even going to fit me! I need a dress for Ty's cousin's wedding this Saturday, so either I squeeze myself into a too-small dress and end up looking like a giant pink sausage, or I buy another dress that will fit my big, big belly.

Oh! I forgot to mention why I'm Superwoman! It's because Sarah, the New Girl has given me an award.... thank you, Sarah! Whenever I get around to learning how to imbed a link, I'll do that to your name so people who read this can click over to your blog quick and easy. Until then, everyone, just look at the sidebar and go to Class & Coffee. She's a really cool new blogger who is far more creative with her blog than I'll ever be, and she posts funny stories about her mishaps and successes with learning a bunch of new hobbies, like cooking, knitting, and whatever!

Now, to get back to my fortress of solitude... I mean, the couch.

Tuesday, April 7

Beanie pees standing up!

Well, he will! Because Beanie is a BOY!
(well, there is a slight chance of course that we're mistaken, but there was a whole lot of lumpy going on between those little legs. If you know what I mean.)

It's so amazing to think about. I have a baby boy! A son! I seriously can't think about too much, or I will start bawling my head off. All these hormones are wreaking havoc with my tear ducts.

Beanie is doing fine... He's (It feels SO good to say HE!) 6 inches long, and 14 ounces in weight, which is just about perfect for a 20 week old baby.

Now, I might be wrong, but I'm pretty sure he has my nose. It's a good nose, I think.

And this is his little footsie, and you can see the toes of the other foot disappearing into the cloud of static to the left.

This ultrasound experience was SO much better than my first one. The technician was so nice, and told us everything we wanted to know, no problem. She let us watch our son for what seemed like an eternity before she shut off the screen.

We don't have a picture of it, but she showed us our baby laying face first towards the screen. We saw him yawning, scratching his head with his little tiny hand, and swallowing. She showed me Beanie's full bladder, he was definitely sympathizing with his mommy!

Compared to the first time we saw him at my 10 week ultrasound, he was pretty lazy! He didn't move around much at all. Must have been sleepy because Mommy did a whole lot of walking that day, zonked him out. He did kick a couple of times, and it was fun to watch him kick at the same time I was feeling it!

Tyler thought seeing Beanie's backbone vertebrae was the coolest thing. I thought seeing all the little individual finger bones of his hand resting on his head was the coolest! Both of us were so excited to be able to take a peek at our baby.

Ultrasounds are so cool.

Sunday, April 5

I want you to be crazy cuz you're boring baby when you're sane!

That is the chorus of the song I hear, coming from the living room. Ty and his buddy are playing hockey on Playstation 2.

Tyler's friend Jeff has been here since 10:30 this morning, helping him carry the 50 sheets of drywall from our back room up to the bedroom upstairs. It's a long walk. It took them quite a while. As far as I know, they started putting drywall on the walls after they got it all up there. I wasn't here to witness it, I went to my sister Rachel's for a tea, because she is pregnant and due and pregnant and tired and so pregnant and done being pregnant. I brought her cookies, and everyone knows cookies make everything better. Except if you were allergic to all types of cookies. That would suck.

I had a busy day myself! I went outside and cleaned up my yard, throwing all the sticks and branches that were flung from the trees around our property, putting them in a wheelbarrow, and dumping them next to the wood furnace. The sun was SO warm, it felt so good to get out there and soak up some rays. How is it that there was snow on the ground two days ago, and today it was at least plus 14 out, warm, sunny, and gorgeous? It maketh no sense, Charles.

I also started raking, but I didn't finish... I have a big yard, and little arms... um, well, I was tired and thirsty, anyways.

I'll work on raking all this week, taking it slow and easy of course, because little Beanie is detouring a lot of my energy towards their own little person! Little interloper.

Now I'm going to go barbeque my supper. Yummy chicken!

Thursday, April 2

Halfway point!

I am now 20 weeks pregnant! Or, if you want more detailed numbers, here's what I got off of :

There are 139 days until your due date on August 20, 2009.
You are 141 days pregnant.
You are 4.6 months pregnant.
You are in your 5th month of pregnancy.
Your 1st trimester: November 13, 2008 to February 11, 2009. (0 - 12 weeks)
Your 2nd trimester: February 12, 2009 to May 27, 2009. (13 - 27 weeks)
Your 3rd trimester: May 28, 2009 to August 20, 2009. (28 - 40 weeks)

Beanie is as big as a can of red bull! Which is incredible to think about. I feel her/him kicking every day now, and sometimes I feel a stretch or a roll, too. If Beanie is any bit as active as she/he was at my 10 week ultrasound, Beanie will be quite the little acrobat!

I can't WAIT to have my next ultrasound, so I can finally figure out if this little bean will be peeing standing up, or sitting down. I'm sick of saying "he/she, or her/his, or IT" I want to be able to say either HE or SHE with confidence!

Some people may accuse me of being controlling because I want to find out the baby's gender (cough... Rachel.. cough), but what I think is that I live in the day and age where we have these cool little machines that lets us see inside ourselves to look at our babies. Why not take advantage of that? Why live like I was born in 1886?

So, by next Monday at 7:00 pm, I should know. Huzzah!