Nov 12, 2013 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
Edition: The one with a bunch a pictures
Size of baby: Sesame weighs 12oz, has a head circumference of 7cm., and heart rate of 150.
Fun fact: He/she is the cutest baby ever. I KNOW. I’m already the parent who whips out baby pictures all the time, but I am not going to apologize. You’ll just have to get use to it.
Size of mother: I’ve only gained two pounds which was a surprise (read also: a relief) because I predicted I had gained at least 7. Christopher did not predict any numbers. That brings us to a grand total of 130.
What’s on the menu: Beef tips have been removed from the menu. Learned that lesson.
Worst part of the week: Nausea and my achy breaky back.
Best part of the week: 1. I felt slightly better last week than I have in a long time. I’d weep for joy but crying makes me nauseous so instead I’ll high-five everyone and tell myself to keep up the good work.
2. Sesame picked out a card and two books to give Christopher for his birthday. Apparently funds are limited in Hotel Womb because I dished out the cash, but Sesame picked out the gift.
3. We saw Sesame today. The cutest baby ever? Have I mentioned that already?
Bonus picture: We got Sesame a baby pumpkin.
Nov 5, 2013 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
Edition: Not much has changed since last week
Size of baby: Approximately 51/2” long and 7oz, or about the weight of a pepper.
Fun Fact: Sesame is flexing his/her arms and legs. No, I haven’t felt any jabs from the inside.
Size of mother: Still rocking the non-maternity clothes. As stated 12 thousand times, my scale isn’t accurate but I’m probably up a few pounds. I told Christopher we should bet on how much I’ll weigh at my appointment next week, but he adamantly refused to pay a game in which he guesses a woman’s weight.
What’s on the menu: I’d really like a lemondrop martini.
Worst part of the week: I’m taking a break from discussing my never-ending aliments.
Best part of the week: After weeks of attempting to make a craft, I finally made on this week. A lady from Sunday school had a baby shower so I made her a diaper cake. I feel bad that I’ve only made one thing for my baby and here I am making things for other babies, but it is what it is. Don’t tell Sesame. I don’t want any jealousy issues.
Oct 31, 2013 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
Edition: I had to put the camera on a tv tray on top of the bed for these pictures and none of them turned out well. (Also. Could I look move tired?)
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| I look like two totally different sizes here and couldn’t decide which to use. We decided neither are accurate. |
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Photographic evidence that heaven and all the angels are shining down on my baby.
Or maybe it’s just bad lighting. Hard to say. |
Size of baby: Approximately 5” and 5 ounces.
Fun fact: Baby can now wiggle it’s joints.
Size of mother: Funky sized. See above.
What’s on the menu: Bagels, cranberry juice, and tea.
Worse part of the week: The nausea is never ending and wearing me out. My back has decided to get in on the action by shouting, “Hey! I’m here too! I’m going to hurt and get some attention!”. We now have a large supply of IcyHot patches stashed under the bed. To add insult to injury, I’ve started drinking Alka-Seltzer and I die a thousand deaths with every glass. It is one of the most disgusting beverages I’ve ever had.
Best part of the week: I accidentally took too much medicine one day last week. It wasn’t the overdose itself that I enjoyed so much as the side effects. Oooooh!! This is funnnnn! I feel gooddddd! Unfortunately I cannot in good conscience repeat that mistake.
Oct 21, 2013 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
Edition: We’ve survived 4 months and only have 57 more to go
Size of baby: The length of an avocado, but about the weight of 3 1/2 cds. My weekly thebump.com email didn’t say the fact about the cd’s, but google did so I’m sure it’s medically sound.
Fun fact: It’s heart pumps 25 quarts of blood a day
Size of mother: A tiny bit bigger than most non-maternity pants but definitely smaller than the maternity pants. To avoid a situation wherein the maternity pants fall down in public, I wear regular pants. You’re welcome, world.
What’s on the menu:
Dear people who said I would crave ice cream,
We went to Publix on Friday night and one of us wanted to buy ice cream and the other one said “go ahead, but I don’t want any”. Guess which person I was.
Sincerely,
The person who feels like she’s being cheated out of many wonderful food opportunities
Best part of the week: Wednesday! I LOVED WEDNESDAY!! I felt better than I have felt in months. No nausea! No headaches! No problems! I felt like conquering the world. Or at least making a real supper that included all the major food groups.
Worst part of the week:
1. After Wednesday things immediately went back to -and have stayed at- business as usual.
2. I found more white hairs.
3. I had a dream where I invented a taco shell made out of an ice cream cone and it was a best seller. It was especially popular with those who enjoy eating three flavors of ice cream at once. I told Christopher about it and he said it has already been developed. Even in my dreams I’m having issues.
Oct 15, 2013 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
Edition: I obviously didn’t fix my hair before this picture
Size of baby: 4 inches long/about the size of an apple.
Fun fact: Sesame has a heart rate of 160.
Size of mother: Up a few elbees but still below pre-pregnancy weight. I know this because I went to the doctor today and their scale doesn’t lie like mine does.
What’s on the menu: Bor to the ing. We had chicken wings the other night and instead of eating my usual embarrassingly high number, I ate 4. The times, they have changed.
Worst part of the week: The pharmacy ran out of my (favorite) prescription. I refuse to believe my constant refills are the cause for the shortage. Also, I haven’t seen the miniature pony again which is a real disappointment.
Best part of the week: Christopher is the best part about my current awkward uncomfortable situation. He takes such good care of me and always makes me tea or holds my hand when I’m feeling sick. He’s my favorite, and not just because he bought Sesame his/her first stuffed animal.
Oct 14, 2013 | Holidays, Sesame, What's going on |
Thursday I called my midwives office. Again. These people are going to get so tired of me. I can’t help it if I want ALL THE DRUGS THEY CAN PROVIDE and continually need refills. The nurse was out of the office so I left a message asking them nicely to please call my local Walmart at their earliest convenience and hook me up with the good stuff. (The dissolving tablets! Not the ones that require water!) I am terrible at leaving messages. I hate it. I don’t particularly enjoy making phone calls either so it’s a lose-lose situation. (Side story- our Sunday School class had to call people who had visited our church within the last year and I was so petrified of a. someone actually answering the phone and b. being forced to leave a message that I procrastinated for three weeks and only allowed myself to take my anti nausea medication after I called someone. All this to say that I really need to pull myself together and start acting like a grown up.) Anyhow. The nurse’s answering machine beeped and I said, “Hello, this is Sarah MAIDEN NAME.” And then I paused for about 12 seconds while I tried to figure out if I really just said that. Then, of course, I started giggling uncontrollably. So I had to backtrack and say, “I don’t know why I said that name. *giggle giggle* That’s my maiden name and my current last name is _________. *giggle giggle* I’ve been married for almost three years and….never mind. I was wondering if you could call in a refill for me. *giggle giggle* “
As if they’d give me more drugs when I couldn’t even remember my last name.
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I had an exciting Columbus Day weekend planned for us- we were to go camping in a cute little cabin a few hours away. I talked about it for weeks and was thrilled about the whole thing. And then the government shut down and I received and email saying, “We regret to inform you that we receive government funds and we will be closed for the unforeseen future.” If the government only knew how much time I had dedicated to planning the menu and envisioning midnight walks under the stars, they never would have DARED to close. Yes, I am still bitter about the whole thing in case that’s not glaringly obvious.
Instead of frolicking through the woods, we went pumpkin patching. I heard about a farm that sounded wonderful, so we drove 57 hours only to discover that it was the same farm Jenn and I went to last year. Unlike Columbus, I am not talented at finding new locations.
Look at the size of the girl below in comparison to the size of the pig. He could eat her for a snack.
My great goal in life is to own two donkeys and name them Stella and Gus. What can I say? I have lofty goals.
Thank goodness for the sign identifying the cow. I never would have known it wasn’t a rabbit!
We played a round of golf right next to the cow pen. I feel Tiger Woods has done the same thing many a time. I’d release the score but it would show that I lost by 12 points.
After church today we went to a different pumpkin patch to buy pumpkins. We didn’t ride down to the pumpkin patch at the first farm because somebody felt sick (same story, different day), so we bought some today. We also went in the corn maze. Notice I didn’t say we completed the corn maze. We wandered for 45 minutes and I began to worry that we’d be stuck in there forever and Sesame would be born under the shade of a cornstalk. We never found the exit and had to exit through the entrance.
What I’m not sure why I thought it would be a good idea to pay $4 to put myself in a situation where I knew I’d get lost. I’ve proven myself perfectly capable of getting lost of numerous occasions and I’ve never paid a cent for it.
