Jan 21, 2014 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
Edition: The photographer was experimenting with angles
Size of baby: About the size of a butternut squash. It’s obviously getting bigger because sometimes I can feel it hanging out on one side of my stomach and then it pokes me on the other side.
Size of mother: I have no new comments to make on this topic.
What’s on the menu: We’re back to Doritos.
Worst part of the week: The three hour glucose test. I got the drink down, but I HATED not being able to eat for hours and hours AND having four blood tests within three hours. I barely survived without getting sick but I did so as a reward we went to PF Changs for dumplings. I ate more sweets than usual over the weekend just in case I was told to put a lid on the sugar.
Best part of the week: I received this email from the doctors office a few hours ago: “Sarah, Great news—your glucose values were all normal!!!”
Other things I have to say: The lady teaching the childbirth class wants me to fill out a paper listing everything I eat each day because she’s all about high protein counts. You know what makes me feel guilty about eating so many potato chips? Having her know. It’s especially awkward after listening to her give a speech last week about the importance of good nutrition during pregnancy. If she says anything about it tomorrow, I’ll tell her my doctor said the quality of the food is more important than the quantity and my potato chips are made from the HIGHEST QUALITY potato.
Jan 16, 2014 | Life, Sesame, Uncategorized, What's going on |
* Within a span of seven days the following items in our house broke: the heat, the hot water heater, the kitchen sink, the internet, and the water filter in the refrigerator. Our house is cursed. Who wants to come visit?
* I was recently reading an article about a team traveling to Mars. I was feeling jealous not to have been included when I read that it’s a one-way trip. And just like that I decided I have no problem staying home.
* At my last appointment the midwife was talking about birth plans. I didn’t tell her I developed a plan called JITB, or Jack in the Box. It works like this: you pick a short tune, preferably a lullaby or some other child appropriate tune (extra parent points if it’s educational), to be played you’re while in labor. The song plays for 10-15 second before suddenly stopping. As soon as it stops the baby pops out and you have the worlds fastest delivery. Move over, Hypnobabies. There’s a new method in town.
* I failed the glucose test on Monday so I go back on Friday for the 3 hour test. I anticipate
1. fainting from lack of food
2. being completely bored
3. failing again
* Since we’re on the topic of my health, I had to find a new primary care doctor. I didn’t know who to pick so I looked on the website of a large and popular doctors office in town. My method of narrowing down doctors was very scientific- Are they female? Do they look nice? Do I like their name? I am nothing but superficial. I eventually choose a doctor named Greta because she sidelines as a jazz gospel singer. This singing doctor discovery was almost as exciting as learning last summer that I had been assigned to a doctor named Mary Crawley. If you don’t know who Mary Crawley is than I not sure we can be friends.
* Speaking of Mary Crawley, this season of Downton Abbey has already DONE ME IN. As if not having Matthew and his wonderful hair around isn’t bad enough, now I have to hurt for Anna until the next episode. I MAY NEVER RECOVER.
Jan 14, 2014 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
Edition: I’m running out of new things to say
Size of baby: Sesame weighs about 2 1/4lbs. Just the other month he/she was the size of a kidney bean so somebody’s been packing on the el bees!
Size of mother: I am not packing on the el bees. I weighed exactly the same (139) at today’s appointment as I did last month.
Fun fact: The above lead the doctor to say, “Look at that cute little belly! It’s like you’re not even pregnant!” If only I had a dollar for each time someone says that…
What’s on the menu: Thursday I felt like eating carrot cake so I made one on Friday. I guess you could say I finally craved something. IT’S ABOUT TIME.
Worst part of the week: The nausea that never leaves and heartburn that’s doing it’s best to give the nausea a run for it’s money.
Best part of the week: 1. The fact that the nausea is much more bearable than it was the first 6 months. Silver lining, folks!
2. Clothes that fit, especially the sweatpants I hold near and dear to my heart.
Other things I have to say: Today I did my diabetes test. I was expecting the drink to be the worst thing I ever tasted because that’s how everyone and their mother act about it, but it wasn’t bad at all. Yet another pregnancy myth.
Last but not least, Christopher has gained a little too much sympathy weight.
Jan 11, 2014 | Love & Marriage, Sesame, Uncategorized |
I found this on Ashley’s instagram; I didn’t write it.
It occurred to me last week that I mostly talk about the parts of pregnancy I dislike. It also occurred to me that along with being way smaller, I feel like I’m different than a lot of the other pregnant ladies in the blog world. I don’t have an app on my phone telling me the days, hours, minutes and seconds until my due date. I couldn’t even tell you what day of the week April 2nd is. I don’t do well with major life changes so for the sake of my sanity PLEASE no one tell me how many days are left until April 2nd. I will get a serious case of anxiety and once I know I’ll never be able to unknow. Not knowing the gender of the baby doesn’t keep me awake at night. I’m curious but unlike someone else around here, I’m not dying to know. Ever since I was little I wanted the gender to be a surprise. I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to have a girl, but I’ll find out soon enough. It doesn’t kill me when someone touches my belly as long as they don’t go too high up or too low down. People make it sound like everyone and their cousin attacks your belly but I haven’t found that to be true at all.
I guess I don’t talk about the parts I do like much because overall I haven’t enjoyed the process of making a person, but it isn’t all bad. Besides, I don’t want Sesame to read this in 20 years and think I wasn’t happy about him/her.
* I loved seeing Sesame for the first time. I had seen many ultrasound pictures from further on in pregnancies, but I had never seen a 9 week old baby wiggle around. It was THE cutest.
* I loved the first time Christopher felt the baby move. He came home from work all bummed out and Sesame gave him a nice little high five through my belly.
* I like when Sesame moves.
* I like when we have story time. Christopher always does the reading because I’m busy holding the baby. Obviously.
* I really like when Christopher talks to the baby. He has very detailed conversations about word definitions and good vs. bad morals. I usually just say something really educational along the lines of “Let’s crank up the tunes.” Someone has to introduce the child to the (other) main men in our lives, namely Josh Turner and Brad Paisley.
* I like decorating the nursery.
* I like being able to make a statement about being pregnant without people telling me “When you’re pregnant you can talk.” Well, now I am so I do.
* I especially like that Christopher is around. If he wasn’t I’d be somewhat of a disaster.
Jan 3, 2014 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
Edition: It’s been a while
Size of baby: Almost two pounds; about the size of a head of cabbage.
Fun fact: Today I was laying down when I felt the baby moving around and all the sudden I saw a little something poke up from my belly. I tried taking a video for Christopher but naturally the baby got shy and/or stubborn and stopped moving.
Size of mother: I thought I was getting quite round but Christopher showed me a picture on facebook of a girl at 17 weeks and said she looks the same as me. Either way there’s no denying I look pregnant now. (Of the four people who read this, I really hope Jenn and Allison can tell I’m growing. They’re always honest with their opinions of how round I am/am not. ;-))
What’s on the menu: Potato products and pancakes
Worst part of the week: The terrible, awful, horrible, no good, very bad stomach virus of 2013.
Best part of the week: My new sweatpants. I love them with all my heart.
Dec 18, 2013 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
I had a doctor’s appointment yesterday. I got stuck in traffic on the highway. Got off the exit and joined the rows of cars creeping along the road because the sun was so blinding no one could see. Found Christopher’s sunglasses which did nothing to block the sun and everything to make me look stupid. Saw the lane closed ahead sign but couldn’t get out of the right lane thanks to the crazy drivers of Nashville. Finally managed to get in the left lane IMMEDIATELY before avoiding a collision with the barriers that I couldn’t see because of the sun. Squealed into the parking lot 4 minutes before my appointment. Got on the elevator and pushed the button for the 3rd floor but it went to the first. Pushed 3 again and it went to the 2nd floor. Pushed the button again (really hard) and it sailed back down to the first floor. Wondered why I thought it would be a good idea to have children when they requir visiting doctor’s with possessed elevators. Finally made it to the 3rd floor.
All that to say I finally have some medical statistics to provide instead of “I’m getting round around the middle”.
Edition: But I am getting round around the middle
Size of baby: About a foot long and 11/3 lbs.
Fun fact: Sesame’s taste buds are developing. Let’s hope for a good eater. Heart rate of 153.
Size of mother: I’ve gained 11lbs in the last 6 months. I still have time to expand like a hot air balloon.
Worst part of the week: Sesame barely moved all weekend.
Best part of the week: All is well in Hotel Womb. Turns out Sesame just enjoys being lazy on the weekends. I’m perfectly fine with that once he/she is no longer inside me.
Other things I have to say: The most recent baby email to hit my inbox mentioned that I might be craving dirt or chalk. It even went so far as to inform me that “it definitely doesn’t mean you should consume them.” If someone needs to be told not to lick a stick of chalk maybe they shouldn’t be responsible for another human being.
