Thursday, November 29, 2012

A General Update on Life

My bad about the lack of posts this week, but I'm still pretty bent out of shape with this vile pregnancy induced sciatica.  But here's a general update on the craziness of life.

1.  Sciatica sucks.  Dude, if The Walking Dead were casting for pregnant zombie extras I've got the walk down pat.  It's half a limp and half a drag.  It's gotten bearable where I can act like a quasi functioning human adult, but it's still painful and pretty constant.  I've been doing stretches 3 times a day everyday for 10 minutes and that helps a lot.  Andy's been giving me a lot of massages and I let the hot water hit my back for a few minutes at the end of the shower.  The worst is the morning when I've been sleeping and it's all stiff.  Andy had to help me get dressed and out the door, but today I was able to crawl out of bed so I could do my stretches.  Progress.  My OB says that I should take a prenatal yoga class (all signed up!), get a support belt, and if it hasn't corrected itself in 2 weeks to go see a chiropractor that has dealt with pregnant women.  Good to have a plan.

2.  Things with the house are coming along nicely seeing as I have been rendered completely useless, I have to just use my ornary powers of organization and nagging to get stuff done.  The painting is almost complete, the floor guy is coming on Monday, the door guy is coming on Thursday, and the kitchen guy is coming the following week.  Things are happening people!  There's still, oh about a thousand little things that still need to get done, but baby steps.

3.  Mrs. Petrillo is doing great.  I had an appointment today and I'm up 3lbs which is fine.  Nice strong heartbeat of 155 bpm.  I have my anatomy scan the day after Christmas, so tempting but I'm standing firm on Team Green.  And I've started feeling movement.  Not gas, real deal baby wiggles.  Such a weird and awesome feeling.

4.  Traffic blows.  I don't know what thought patterns I'm sending out into the universe but all I'm getting back is traffic.

5.  Twilight is awesome sauce, go see it.

6.  Between work and the house I've barely seen my husband the past week and Isabella and I are missing him very much.

7.  That's it...lots of fun holiday things coming up and I'm excited for the holidays.  I'll be back to my usual writing schedule next week, now that I can sit in a position for longer than 20 seconds without wanting to die.

Monday, November 26, 2012

(Another) Trip to the ER

This pregnancy is kicking my ever loving ass.  Saturday Isabella and I met my friend and her son at the Children's Museum.  We played for a few hours, had lunch, played some more and then went home.  It was a great day.  I was actually feeling really great.  Getting my energy back, doing some laundry, starting dinner and then I felt a little tightness in my back.  No bigs.  I've had a problem with low back pain before.  I started looking for the heating pad, but couldn't find it.  So I started doing some stretches and it still felt tight, but nothing crazy.

Isabella wanted to play a game so I sat on the floor with her and then when I went to stand up, I felt an excruciating pain in my lower back and an almost numbness in my left leg.  I could barely move and the pain was so sudden and sharp that it felt like someone was literally stabbing a knife into my back.

By the time Andy had gotten home it was so bad that I couldn't walk.  I couldn't go to the bathroom by myself.  He ran out to get me a heating pad, which offered no relief.  I almost cried trying to go up the stairs.  I literally had to crawl with Andy helping me.  Not my finest moment.

I was hoping that I would wake up the next morning and it would be gone, like some sort of post-Thanksgiving miracle.  But it was just as bad.  I couldn't walk without assistance, so after Andy gave me a shower, and not in the sexy way, we headed out to the ER for what would be my second trip for this pregnancy.

Andy ran in to get me a wheel chair and they wheeled me right on in.  After waiting for an eternity, the doctor finally came to check me out.  He poked my legs, lifted them, pushed around on my back and asked me a lot of questions about the pain.  He diagnosed me with a pinched sciatic nerve since the pain was radiating down my left leg and ass cheek.

He prescribed me percocet, which is a class c drug, but even though he said it's ok to take, I decided against it.  He recommended that I talk with my ob about options such as chiropractor, physical therapy, massage therapy, yoga, acupuncture, etc.  I'm going on Thursday for my regular appointment so I'll follow up then.

I've been doing some light stretches and trying to do some gentle walking around the living room so that it doesn't stiffen up, but when I woke up Monday morning for work there was no shot I'd be able to do it.  I couldn't even get out of bed or get dressed by myself.  Today it feels a bit looser since I've been doing my stretches all day and not just laying down.  So I'm thinking I'll make it in tomorrow.

Anyone have any experience with sciatica and/or low back pain in pregnancy?  I'm all ears for tips and advice.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

We Have a House

We are no longer homeless, last week we signed the papers and we officially closed on the house!!!!  So damn exciting to finally have those keys and know that there's an end in sight to living with my parents.

I've been a little bratty in regards to living here, it did give us a wonderful opportunity to save money and to unload our old townhouse without the worry of coordinating closing dates.  And my parents are a huge help with Isabella.  My mom will get up with her in the morning and my dad will play with her for hours.  My mom never plays with her, which is odd.  I don't think my mom knows how to play.  And I'm sure they have their own lists of complaints about me...moody, easily annoyed, lazy, etc.

But...there's an end.  No more walking through the door to see my mother sitting on the couch, where she was all day or getting the royal interrogation from my father all day long.  I'll have my own space to do my own thing.  I'll be surrounded by my own stuff.  I can get back into my old routines.

It'll take a while.  We're painting the entire house.  Poly-eur-a something the floors.  Gutting the kitchen completely.  Replacing the light fixtures. And God only knows what else will come up, but it's ours and before too long we'll be living there for a short while as a family of three and it is in that house that we'll become a family of 4.

If you need me...I'll be on pinterest.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

My Best Friend Daddy

Isabella goes through phases of who she loves the most.  When she was small and she would favor my mother or my sister sometimes it would really get to me, it would range from borderline grating to out and out painful.  But your mommy skin thickens and you realize that these phases are just that...fleeting phases based on the whims of psychopathic children.

I've been on the receiving end of one of those phases where it's all about mommy and, while the love and adoration is amazing, it can get pretty annoying when you can't so much as leave the room without a 3 foot shadow.


For the past few months we've been in a very long and very heart felt "daddy phase".  I swear to the heavens she is obsessed with Andy.  I can't even touch him because she get super jealous.  And God-forbid you say anything remotely negative, joking or not, she'll ream you out for being mean to her daddy.

These are common phases we hear around our household lately:

"Don't say that about my best friend daddy"
"Don't me mean to my daddy"
"Daddy loves me more than you"
"I love you mommy, but I still love daddy the best"
"Daddy is my number one best friend"

There's also a lot of sickening hugs and kisses.  I think part of it is some sort of competetiveness with me.

"I'm prettier than you"
"My hair is longer than yours"

I don't get it.  But there's a lot of things about kids I don't get.

What I do know is that somehow, even though daddy is the clear front runner, she still requests me to wipe her nose, take her to the bathroom, make her food, do her hair, and pretend to be a dog with.

Go figure.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

A 3 Year Olds View on Pregnancy


At my last Dr's appointment, post-Sandy in the hospital, because my obgyn's office was still without power we took Isabella.  She knew I was going to the doctor, but didn't know what for.  All she cared about was that no one was getting a shot.  When they put the doppler on my stomach and we heard that reassuring gallop of *thump thump, thump thump* I asked her if she heard that and she looked super confused, but said "yes" I told her that that was the baby in mommy's tummy and she was going to be a big sister.

She was excited, but it kind of wore off.  Now she's coming out with some bizarre-o things that are pregnancy related.  Some of them are endearingly cute and others just make you wanna go hmmmm....

The baby is always a girl.  She's having a sister she said, no way a brother.  So far the baby has been named Sleeping Beauty, Princess, Ariel, and now Felicia, because Shrek and Fiona's daughter is named Felicia.  If it's a boy, which according to her it's not, it's either Brother Bear or Jon Snow.  Poor baby is going to have a rough life ahead.

The other day she was in the bath and she asked me if she could see my tummy, so I lifted my shirt a bit and she threw a cup of water on me and told me that her baby sister needed a bath.

Then she tells me that if I want a baby and can grow one in my tummy, that she wants a kitty and will grow one in her tummy.  So now she makes me rub and scratch her tummy so it will grow big and strong.  So weird.

She also tells me that the baby is growing in my tummy until it's bigger and bigger and bigger then it's gonna pop out and be one years old and play with her.  I've been really trying to drive home the point that the baby won't be much fun for a while.

She also wonders why I'm not eating baby food, since that's what baby's eat and the food I eat goes into my tummy.  That's cute and functional because I was able to wrest a gumball away from her because I told her the baby wanted it.  Sucker!!!

All in all she's been really sweet and excited about the baby.  She'll talk to my belly and rub it, but it's not the sole point of her existence, more like an after thought which is perfect for right now.

Monday, November 19, 2012

Short Term Health Insurance

With the elections still buzzing in the air a hot topic of conversation has been health insurance.  We all know that medical costs can be ridiculous.  I mean honestly, the bill for my stay at the hospital when I had Isabella was in the tens of thousands, to stay in the hospital for 2 nights and give birth to a healthy baby.  Thank God I have health insurance.


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15 Weeks

How far along?  15 weeks
Total weight gain/loss? My pre pregnancy weight is 125 and I'm now 125.6 so I'm up about a half a pound.
Maternity clothes? Bottoms yes, but I'm still working some of my pre pregnancy tops
Stretch marks? No
Sleep? It's been a good week for sleep all around.
Best moment last week? Generally this week all around kind of sucked, but if I had to find a silver lining it would be eating my cookie dough ice cream...finally.  
Movement? I definitely felt something, not sure if it was the baby but I think it was.  I can't wait for tiny baby kicks
Food cravings? Ice cream and butterfingers, still with the sugar kick
Food aversions?  Chicken and onions
Gender? Team Green
Labor signs? No
Belly button in/out? In.
What I miss: Wine.  Sweet delicious red wine that just relaxes you after a craptastic week.
What I am looking forward to: Thanksgiving!!!! 
Milestones: Breaking out the maternity pants


I feel like I'm much bigger at 15 weeks this time around.  I'm not sure how I feel about it.  When I was pregnant with Isabella I couldn't wait for my bump, but now I know how cumbersome it can be, especially at the end so I'm hoping it's all in my head, but based on this picture it's all in my uterus and a little bit in my ass. 

Friday, November 16, 2012

Peeing In Cups and Other Bizarre Pregnancy Confessions

It's the blue cup

I have a lot of weirdo confessions that I need to get off of my chest in regards to this pregnancy.  Some of them border on insane, but many of you reading are already mothers so you're probably just as bat shit crazy.  Here goes.

1.  When I was testing to see if I was pregnant I had a bunch of internet cheapie tests, because I don't like spending $25 for one stick to pee on, when I can spend the same amount for 50 things to pee on.  God I love peeing on stuff.  Anyway, the internet cheapies are dip tests meaning that you have to pee in a cup and then dip it in.  My parents didn't have any plastic cups and I couldn't hide a water glass in the upstairs bathroom, so I stole a tea cup from Isabella's tea set.  She never plays with it and it was one tiny tea cup, enough to hold a wee bit of bee so I could dip the stick.  I obviously don't let her play with it.  But it would always make me laugh to pee in that tiny cup.

2.  I still pee in that cup and test even though I'm almost 15 weeks knocked up.  A few weeks ago, I sent the tests to a friend, but kept about 5 or 6 so I could pee once a week.

3.  Sometimes when I feel a gush of discharge come out, which is often (gross snail trail), I just stick my hand down my pants to make sure it's not blood.  I did this a ton in Disney when I had some issues with spotting.  I sanitized afterwards, but it's still vile to admit.

4.  I look at my stomach about 15 times a day to see if it looks skinny, bloated, or actually pregnant.  Sometimes I try and push my stomach out to see what it will look like. HELLOOOOOO!!! I've already been pregnant I know what I'm going to look like.  Bloated for a few weeks, cute for a few months, followed by the lovely beached whale look.

5.  I don't want to know the sex of the baby, yet I compulsively check Chinese gender charts and old wives tales.

6.  Whenever I wipe, I inspect the tissue for blood.  Sometimes I even smell it to see if it smells like blood.  Thankfully, since my NT scan I haven't been as paranoid lol

Ok, your turn...spill it!

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Freedom


Do you ever feel like there's something bigger inside of you...bigger than the life you're living?  Like you should do more or be more or live more?

I'm feeling like that lately.  Kind of stifled.  Definitely in a rut.  In desperate need to shake things up, but too full of excuses or, I don't know what to actually do anything about it.

I feel like there's a fire inside me and instead of burning bright, it's just burning me up.  I just feel like I'm waiting for something to happen or rather, being driven to make something happened, but I'm too pregnant...too poor...too busy...to bogged down with "stuff" and "have-to's" and "to do's".

I long to shake it all off and be free.  To do exactly as I wish for as long as I want to, unencumbered by responsibilities and debilitating fear and self-doubt.  Because you see, deep down I never really believe that I'm good enough.

I'm trying to find ways to breathe new life into the routine I'm in now.  I signed up for a prenatal yoga class, out of my comfort zone but it's not exactly dripping with excitement.

Do I sound crazy?  Are you rolling your eyes at me a bit right now?

It's hard to put into words exactly how I feel.  I can try and talk to my sister about it, but she's already so free that she really doesn't "get it" nor does she have the time or patience for anyones bellyaching.  Then there's Andy who tries to understand, but is usually thinking, if not outright saying, how much is this going to cost?

It's not all the time, but I've definitely had this feeling before.  It comes every once in a while, sets me aflame and then fizzles out in disappointment.  I wonder if it's some sort of cosmic inspiration trying to burn me from the inside out to get me to do more.  Dream bigger. Live larger. Take risks.  All without the fear of failure or of disrupting the people around me.  To really feel alive.

Sometimes it seems like I'm so caught up in my daily humdrum, make the lunches, set up the coffee pot, do the laundry, get Isabella dressed, is she hungry? does she have to go potty?  go to the dr, go to work, grade the papers, over and over again that it's so easy to lose sight of life.  So easy to get buried in all that crap that you can lose sight of who you were, who you are, who you were meant to become.

For example, I'd love to write a book.  A book that I would love to read, set in some fantasy world with rich characters that I can create from the ground up without pesky reality getting in the way.  But I let that fear and self-doubt and the fact that I never actually finish any project deter me.

I just want to feel something.  To feel alive, to feel free to pursue.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Prone to Crushes on Boys in Books

I'm a romantic.  I fall in love easily.  Thankfully, for the sake of my marriage it's always with a fictional character.  But boy do I fall hard.

First there was Lestat De Lioncourt.  For those of you who don't know he was the original vamp before vampires were cool.  Anne Rice is such a hipster.

Then Edward Cullen came in with his fierce protectiveness and creepy stalker ways.  And there's his ethereal beauty.

He was closely followed and swiftly replaced with Jacob Black, whose happiness always mattered more to me than Edward.

Then there was Peeta Mellark from The Hunger Games, who I still really kind of love.  He's vulnerable and protective but without the creepiness of Edward.  He's also strong and can really manhandle some icing.

Following Peeta, there was Four from the Divergent books.  Mysterious, dark, strong, and, in my mind, completely sexy.  Ahhh, Four.

I couldn't fall in love with anyone from the Game of Thrones series, because you never know when someone is going to die.

Then I was in a deep love triange with Jace Wayland and Magnus Bane from The Mortal Instruments.  Jace with his conflicted heart and smoldering dark side.  Magnus with his sense of style, flair and loyalty.  I get that he's a bi-sexual and is currently involved with a man, but I'm willing to look past that.

Then, of course, there is Mr. Gray.  God I love me some vanilla.  The idea that there's actually a man out there who knows his way around lady parts make me shudder in a good way.

Now, the only man for me is one Mr. Jericho Barrons from The Fever Series.  That man is everything I've ever wanted.  A bad ass.  Dark.  Mysterious.  Strong.  Rich.  Protective.  Fierce.  "The biggest baddest fuck with all the toys."  I'm completely consumed with him.

I daydream about these characters, not all at once, although that could be interesting.  Right now I'm all about Jericho Barrons, but each of these men have played a part in my day dreams and fantasies.  Usually we're kicking ass together.  This is why it's so easy to get lost in books.

Who do you love?


Tuesday, November 13, 2012

My Pregnant Belly

I'm at a weird stage of pregnancy right now.  I'm kind of starting to show, but it could look like I'm just drinking a lot of beer and eating a lot of donuts.  I definitely don't have that cute, hard, round little belly yet, which I love.

I'm not at the most flattering point in my pregnancy physically.  Here's the thing, my uterus is raised above my pubic bone so it's making a small, squishy bulge in my lower stomach.  That in turn is pushing up all my organs and fat into my upper stomach.  However, my belly button, for some reason hates me and it looks like a belt around my stomach neatly dividing the upper fat and the lower bulge.  Also, when I eat food and it doesn't matter if it's two bites or an entire meal, the upper portion swells over the lower portion.  Sexy right?

I feel like I'm definitely showing a bit sooner this time around.  Faster than I was with Isabella, even though I started at a lower weight this time around.  It took until around 19-20 weeks until I got a nice firm bump with Isabella.  So it looks like I'm in for a few more weeks of the inbetween.  Maybe some of those pregnant lady spanx will even things out a bit.

Monday, November 12, 2012

14 Weeks


How far along?  14 weeks
Total weight gain/loss? 0lbs
Maternity clothes?  I wore a maternity tank yesterday when I took my pic.  Nothing else was clean
Stretch marks? No
Sleep? I'm having a really tough time falling asleep, but once I'm asleep I'm good
Best moment last week? Seeing the baby look like an actual baby moving around at the NT scan.  We got to see Mrs. Petrillo sucking her thumb and opening and closing her mouth
Movement? Not sure.  I thought I felt something, like a twitching, but it didn't really feel like it did with Isabella.  Not that I can remember anyway.  I was pregnant with her like 4 years ago.  I'd say within the next 2-4 weeks I'll be feeling something for sure.
Food cravings? Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream.  Chunky Monkey is just not the same (but thanks anyway Andy)
Food aversions?  Chicken and onions
Gender? Team Green
Labor signs? No
Belly button in/out? In.
What I miss: Partying.  Honestly, all I want right now is a night out at a bar drinking a cold beer with my girlfriends.
What I am looking forward to: We still haven't announced on FB yet, we're waiting until Thanksgiving so that's exciting.
Milestones: Nothing




Here's my 14 week picture and like I promised last week, I'm wearing my weekend hair and I'm in sweat pants, not PJ's.  There's a difference.  And it looks like I actually have a small bump.  So exciting.


Here's Mrs. Petrillo looking like an actual baby and not an alien.  I had my NT scan at 13+5 and the measurements were 2.1 on average.  The u/s tech said anything under 3 at this point is good.  I get the results of the blood work back sometime this week.  So all good things.   


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Friday, November 9, 2012

Gender Bender

This time around we've decided to go Team Green meaning we will not be finding out if Mrs. Petrillo is packing boy bits or girl bits.

Andy would die of happiness if it's a boy.  He wants a mini version of himself to play sports with, watch sports with, and I don't know what the hell else boys do when they're little, play in dirt? Eat bugs?  I don't know.

I know he'll be really disappointed if we're having a girl.  It's not that he doesn't love having a daughter, the relationship that he has with Isabella is so special.  That little girl adores him.  Daddy is her very best friend.  It gets annoying after a while.  But he really wants a boy.

I get it.

When I was pregnant with Isabella before I knew she was a girl, I wanted a girl so bad.  All my ideas and fantasies of motherhood involved a little girl.  I was in a panic on the day of my anatomy scan, because, while I would have absolutely loved a son, I really really wanted a daughter.  So I get where he's coming from.

Now me on the other hand, and this might sound harsh, but I really don't care one way or the other.  Probably because I already have the daughter I always wanted.

If it's a boy I'd be over the moon at the opportunity to have one of each and to get to experience raising one of each sex.  Instead of tutus and dance school, there would be T-ball and jerseys.  I'd do his hair in a mohawk (I still think it's cute even if it annoys everyone else) and put him in velour sweat suits (again don't judge!).  I'd love to dance with him at his wedding and experience the love between a mother and son.  Maybe a boy will love his mama the best, like Isabella loves her dad.

But I'd also be thrilled if it was another girl.  I'm super close to my sister and I'd love for Isabella to be able to experience that.  They could play together, talk about boys, share clothes, cook together, and talk smack about me together.  They're in the same season so we'd be all set with clothes for, like, ever. And I already know how to take care of a girl baby.  I know nothing of changing boy diapers and I have a weird fear of getting pee in my mouth.

So either way I'll be happy and either way I guess I'll be a touch disappointed.

If I had to trust my gut, I'd say it was a girl, but I'm only right about 50% of the time ;)
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Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Still Squatting

So in all the baby hooplah I've forgotten to discuss my current housing situation.  If you're new around these parts, we sold our townhouse back in July and have been staying with my parents while we house hunted.  After an entire summer of looking at houses, 71 houses to be exact, we finally found one that we loved.  We were all set to close on October 15th.  We put the offer in at the end of August.  That gave us 6 weeks to get our shit together right?

Wrong!

Well we were able to get our shit together in 6 weeks, but the sellers, eh not so much.  Apparently they took out a loan for an extension on the house.  They paid it off, but apparently they had no proof of it being paid off.  So the closing was delayed.  Then the hurricane hit and the seller's lawyers are still without power, so it's delayed again until who knows when.

So currently, we wait in limbo.  Still at my parents.  For 4 months.  And counting.

Each and every day we're here I move a little closer to homicide.  When I was a teenager I thought my parents were annoying because they tried to make me follow rules and keep a curfew...turns out they're just annoying.

My mom is Miss. Miserable.  That woman will sit on the couch all day long reading a book and watching TV and eating junk food.  She has diabetes and just recovered from colon cancer stage 3.  You think she would learn her damn lesson and eat healthy and exercise.  She doesn't go to the dr's, I've never once seen her take her blood sugar, and she has such an unhealthy lifestyle.  I've had so many fights with her about it and she has one damn excuse after another.  Eventually, it's going to catch up to her.

My father is probably the most annoying person on the planet.  He asks me about 50 million questions a day and really thinks that he's in charge of parenting Isabella.  I can't even stomach to be in the same room as him.

Honestly, I'm so aggravated with the both of them that we're seriously thinking of renting a place, even if it's just for a month or so to get out of here.  I really can't take one more damn day of either one of them.  I'm sure I get on their nerves as well, but they don't have a blog where they can bitch about me and I do so nah!
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Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Shari's Berries Review

I have a major sweet tooth...pregnancy has done nothing to curb that addiction to sweets.  So, like Pavlov's dogs, I nearly salivated all over my keyboard with the offer of a review to Shari's Berries.  At first my thought went straight to chocolate covered strawberries (yum!), but when looking at their sight I realized that that was just the tip of the sugar cube iceberg.  They have cookies, cake pops, caramel apples, and so much more!  Not only that, but they have treats themed by holidays:  birthdays, Christmas, Halloween, Thanksgiving etc.  No joke it took me 2 days just to decide what I wanted to order.

Ordering from Shari's Berries is super easy and convenient because you can pick the day you want it delivered to ensure you get cold treats that haven't melted.  You'll also get a confirmation e-mail reminder the day that they are going to be delivered.

I ordered 8 dipped cookies and a dozen dipped fancy berries.  There was an assortment of milk, white, and dark chocolate in both the cookies and the berries.  The chocolate was rich and creamy and decadent.  The cookies were soft and delicious.  The berries were sweet, not tart at all.  The whole family loved them, especially one miss Isabella.

So instead of baking and slaving away trying to recreate some crazy pin you saw on pinterest, you should order from Shari's Berries, they can make a great gift for teachers (ahem), coworker, or for your own self.  Let Shari's Berries steak the show this Thanksgiving or Christmas.  You won't be disappointed, swearsies.





Just as pretty as they look in the picture

Someone really loved them


***I was provided with a gift card to Shari's Berries so that I might provide an honest review.   The opinions in this post are mine and mine alone***

Monday, November 5, 2012

13 Weeks

How far along?  13 weeks
Total weight gain/loss? When I went to the Dr I was down 2lbs, but according to my scale I'm down a pound so who knows.  I take two bites of something and I'm full for hours. 
Maternity clothes?  No, but I did take them out of storage and my friend Sally is also sending me some
Stretch marks? No
Sleep? Pretty good this week
Best moment last week? Getting to hear the baby's heartbeat.  My doctor's office didn't have any power, but they were able to see the pregnant patients at the hospital which means I got to hear a good strong heart beat at 160bmp.
Movement? No, but probably within the next few weeks.  I felt Isabella pretty early.  
Food cravings? Still sugar.
Food aversions?  Chicken more than anything, but I'm finding less and less food is giving me the skeeves
Gender? Team Green
Labor signs? No

Belly button in/out? In. 
What I miss: Beer.  The only thing that makes football season tolerable for me is beer.
What I am looking forward to: Still announcing.  The atmosphere here is still very sombre so I'm not quite sure how to announce and my NT scan later on this week.
Milestones: Second tri baby.  1 down...2 two go.


Here's my 13 week bump, and if you're wondering if I only have one or two black shirts, I don't lol it's for posterity.  The pics I took with Isabella were all over the house and in various tops and it doesn't look as cool.


Yes those are P.J pants (again!) and my hair and makeup are not done (again!), but next week you guys are in for a real treat.  I'm gonna wear my good hair and put on a little bit of a face.  Exciting right?



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Friday, November 2, 2012

Let's Take a Moment

The east coast has been battered down and devastated by Hurricane Sandy.  Luckily, the worst that my family and I suffered were downed trees and loss of power.  We were very, very lucky.  With areas of Brooklyn, Staten Island, Queens, Manhattan, and South Jersey completely under water, destroyed, washed away I am reminded daily of how lucky I am.

There are millions who don't have power.  There are so many who have lost their homes, their cars, and even their lives because of this storm.  So take a second tonight and hug those you love close.  Be grateful for your lights, TV, computers, stoves, microwaves, coffee pots and all the little things that you take for granted every day.

If you can help text "redcross" to 90999 to make a $10 donation or look up ways in your communities to help by donating whether your time, money, or goods.  At the very least, say a prayer or send some positive vibes to those who need them most.
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