Sleep is for the. . . freaked out!

Last week I started having a lot of trouble getting comfortable in bed, so I bit the bullet and invested in a pregnancy pillow that completely encircles me. Since I brought the pillow home, I have been sleeping soundly and deeply, which you would think would be a welcome change. However, with uninterrupted sleep comes uninterrupted dreaming, and last night I had my first pregnancy nightmare. It all started out fine, and then the baby came walking into our bedroom. She was still an infant, and definitely should not have been walking and talking, but she was, and it was CREEPY. Then she climbed up into my lap and tried to start nursing through my nightshirt. When I looked down to talk to her, I noticed her mouth was full of razor sharp teeth and then she LATCHED ON!!!!! Fortunately I woke up after that , but now instead of freaking the frick out about labor and delivery, I'm freaking out about my child (who looked a little like the Bride of Chucky in the dream) chewing my boobs off. Scary shit, baby girl.

In other news, Hoagie was given her first robot onesie by her auntie Julie yesterday.  This is awesome news because the theme of the nursery is going to be robots and monsters blowing up stuff.  Sounds dainty, huh.

Finally, your heartbreaking quote of the week, as said by Ryan on Thursday night, "Sally, this little girl is going to be the end of me (said in a gooshy soggy lovey sort of mushy way)."

Crystal ball?

Let the spoilage begin....

So as most of you have already heard, we got some results at the doctor's office this morning.  The baby has a nice looking brain, beautiful full lips, a strong chin, a heart with 4 chambers, two kidneys, 10 fingers and 10 toes, and no external genitalia to speak of.  Meaning . . . it's a girl.  I've already heard that some of you have names picked out for her, but in the meantime she will remain baby hoagie until Ryan and I can settle on a name (or my hormones can just settle down in general).  I didn't expect to feel as I emotional as I do from this news, but I guess it's no surprise (I did cry a little in yoga this morning, but that could have been from the squats).    Pictures to follow later.... Kisses!

We're having a skeleton

It's a......

Baby! With very distinct features such as rib bones, feet, and a skull.  Hooray!  

    We visited the doctor today and tried to sneak a peek at the baby, but Hoagie kept his/her legs shut the entire visit.  Such modesty!  We were able to see Hoagie's adorable little feet, hugenormous umbilical cord, all kinds of bones, and saggy skin (not very much fat yet, but just wait).  The doctor said the baby's looking good, and that I'm pretty fortunate to be able to feel the baby's movements so early.  She said that was one of the bonuses of being so "twiggy." I guess she hasn't seen my ass lately.  I got a flu shot and Ryan got a list of shots he has to get before the baby comes (mawahahaha).  For some reason he got pleasure out of seeing the nurse stick my arm with the flu shot and then comment, "maybe I shouldn't have used such a BIG NEEDLE on such a tiny person; that's why you're bleeding so much. Huh."  So I'm relishing the thought of my squeamish husband having to go through his own vaccinations (and maybe just a little discomfort).

   In other news, I finally started going to yoga again and this time I get to go to the Prenatal classes.  Meaning that I get to spend an hour and a half in the same room as 15 other moaning, farting, yummy preggers ladies.  Last night the instructor told us we should be doing 200 Kegels a day.  Are you kidding?  Is that why I keep peeing myself when I sneeze?  Up to this point it's been a good day if I get in 15 or 20.  Bonjour, pelvic floor, looks like you and I are about to get a lot better acquainted.  

  Ok, that's all for today.  Hopefully Thursday I will have some more news about the baby's sex.

Oh, and I'll get Ryan to post some of today's ultrasounds when he gets home from work.

Busy weekend

  Last night was my 30th birthday bash.  There were caramel apples, sloppy joes, and some serious pumpkin carving.  Thanks to everyone who helped make it a fun and exhausting night.

  On the baby front, Hoagie has been kicking and somersaulting all day long.  I think she (or he) got pretty excited about our new dishwasher (which is still sitting in the garage but will soon enough make my life so much easier and stainless-steelier).  We hit up the Home Depot near our house that is closing and got a wicked deal on it.  If only we had a truck, we may have come home with a kitchen full of new appliances.  

   For those of you waiting patiently or not so patiently for news on the baby's sex, we will probably find out this Thursday and we will be sure to post news and lurid pictures as soon as we can.   (As we speak Hoagie is flipping and kicking. I think she likes the feel of her dad's 17" state of the art laptop as opposed to mom's hunk-o-junk.)  Here's a pic of my cutie pie pumpkin as well as my sister and brother-in-law's tribute to thug life.

19 weeks

Dad here

Hi baby Hoagie. Dad here. From the looks of it, you're settling into your new home quite nicely and that makes me proud. While it's just your first home, I'm proud you're able to take care of daily tasks like stretching, kicking and hiccuping all by yourself. If Mom's belly is any sign, you're adjusting well and growing into your space nicely. Oh, and if you could let us know whether you're a boy or girl next week, we'd really appreciate it. Talk soon, Dad.

Almost 30, almost mom

Dear Baby Hoagie,

   It's the night before my 3oth birthday and almost midway through my pregnancy with you.  Just wanted to say thanks for the kicks the other night, and I forgive you for not performing acrobatics on demand just to please the in-laws. Also, sorry about your (temporary) name.  As happens in a family the size of mine, my story about carrying a 14" hoagie to my sister-in-law's wedding somehow transformed into you being called Baby Hoagie.  It doesn't mean we love you any less, and at the moment I do sort of look like I ate a foot long meatball sub.  Love you!

Mom