Sorry for the non-creative title. I can think of nothing better. Nor do I have the energy to care. But nevertheless, we are 9 weeks. If you're keeping track, that means we are in the first day of the third month. Hallelujah. That means I am one month closer to not being sick 24/7.
We had doctors appointment number two today. It proved to be pretty uneventful. But, things looked good and are progressing normally so for that I am thankful. I lost two pounds! Which actually means I gained three, because in the middle of last week I was down five from my normal weight. Nice. Never have I been more excited to put weight on.
As far as symptoms, they haven't changed in a week. Nobody worry, I'm still sick all day and night. My body now rejects crackers. The one thing I had going in my life. I've turned to tostitos, they seem to be working so far. My new bedtime is 8pm, every night. Except tonight, but I did get a two hour nap in today - I guess my 10 hours last night just wasn't enough. For literally not doing anything all day, I don't know how I am so tired. I often tell Kyle this kid is sucking the life out of me. For instance today I had to make a trip to Kohls. Normally something I would look forward to. That was so not the case. I literally watched the clock dreading the time I told myself I would leave. Just brushing my teeth is a chore so getting off the couch, getting out of my pj's, putting on semi real clothes, washing my face, and putting on shoes was waaay too much for me to wrap my head around. But finally 11am came. I made it out the door at 11:15, only 15 minutes late. Not too bad. Once I got there all I wanted to do was leave. How awful is that? I'm in a store... shopping, and could not wait to leave. The whole time I was there I tried to figure out if I was going to puke or pee my pants. Thank God I did neither. And I got out of there, stat. I made it home and returned to the couch, my favorite place.
And now on to the real point of this blog. This kids dad. Oh my goodness, this guy needs a medal. I am in awe of him. I knew he was pretty great when I married him, obviously. But I had no idea. These past three weeks have been hell on him. His wife doesn't clean for him, doesn't cook for him, and doesn't really get off the couch. He works all day then comes home and takes care of me. He folds clothes, and does dishes, and picks up, and cooks his own dinner. He knows his beer makes me sick, so he takes it out to the trashcan as soon as he's done drinking it. I try to tell him thank you, but it seems pretty pathetic. I promise someday I'll make it up to him. Maybe I'll even cook him dinner again. For some dumb reason yesterday I got the notion to tell him that the next time he put the toilet paper on the roll that he should put it top side up. Just kinda throwing it out there, not really caring whether he did it or not. Well later that night, of course, I was throwing up and turned to get some toilet paper to wipe my mouth... and he had switched it. Of course he did, he's perfect. I smiled to myself, then continued to puke my guts up. I don't really even know how to tell him thanks, maybe I'll buy him something. Or make him something. Or get him a trophy. Whatever it is, he deserves something huge! He is a saint. I suppose this is where the "for better or worse" comes into play.
In other news, this weekend I'm throwing a baby shower for my sister!! Granted I was a little more excited before the sickness kicked in... but I'm still completely excited! I'm just buying the stuff I originally planned to cook... nbd. I hope she gets lots of good stuff for baby Ali. And it's another weekend I get to see Zoey - which means it's bound to be good.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
8 weeks... Again.
You know that special feeling deep in your throat right before you throw up? You know the one. Where your mouth waters, and your cheeks tighten. Where your stomach turns, and your face sweats. Well, that very special feeling has been my life for the past two weeks. It's been a real joy to have around. Thankfully my sister turned me on to Unisom, which helps some, but for the most part it's touch and go. I can't count the times I've asked Kyle why this kid hates me so much. He always reassures me that he doesn't, and he's just doing what he's supposed to. I guess I agree with him.
So here I sit at week 8... again. I thought I was here this time last week, but I was wrong. Oh well, week 7 flew. The past couple of weeks I've just spent figuring out what to do to make myself comfortable, and what I can eat, and what I most certainly cannot. I've learned a few things:
1) Don't eat peanut butter. You will most definitely throw up. The baby hates peanut butter. Or maybe he's allergic? Who knows. But I won't make him eat it anymore.
2) No matter how sick you are, it's okay to eat Mexican food. And your full belly will thank you. Your heart will hate you, but you have tums in your purse for that.
3) A plain waffle will get you through breakfast. You won't enjoy eating something that tastes like cardboard, but it will stay in your stomach.
4) You will wake up STARVING every night at 2am, and unless you eat, you're not going back to sleep. So just get up and eat.
5) Kyle will survive without your home cooked meals. In fact, he probably prefers the chicken strips and frozen pizza he's been eating.
6) You're sister will ask you to make a cherry pie for Thanksgiving. Just tell her no from the beginning. It will be better than playing with her emotions telling her yes every time you feel ok, and no every time you're sick.
7) Saltines will cure everything. Whether you think you're hungry or not, eat them. They will make you feel better.
8) Stop eating cheese. Even though it sounds good, it will make you sick.
9) Take advantage of the times when you feel good. If you have to go out and do something, do it now. Don't wait, you will eventually feel sick again and miss your chance.
10) Your Unisom will get you through the day, but it will wear off at about 5. Make sure you eat before then, or you will be really, really hungry overnight!
11) You have married a good, good man. He will help you, and cook for you, and get up and do things for you. Let him!!
That's a lot of things to figure out in just one week. But I've been very observant. I have to be. It's life or death at this point. Ha. Ok, not really. But it's the difference between the ability to sit up, and having to lay down. Sometimes I wonder if I'm the worlds biggest baby, or do in fact have the worlds worst case of morning sickness. I suppose I'll never know. I put myself somewhere in the middle though.
In other news. Not that there's much other news. But it's Thanksgiving time!! The holidays are by far the greatest time of the year, and I cannot wait until Thursday!! We are going to my sisters, which means my parents will be there, and of course Zoey will be there!! And of course, with my sister being pregnant as well, we will be taking many a pregnant picture. She's a tad bigger than me though, at 26 weeks. I just hope I can eat! I think I will anyways, I can't pass up a Thanksgiving meal!
Have a safe and happy Holidays everyone!!
So here I sit at week 8... again. I thought I was here this time last week, but I was wrong. Oh well, week 7 flew. The past couple of weeks I've just spent figuring out what to do to make myself comfortable, and what I can eat, and what I most certainly cannot. I've learned a few things:
1) Don't eat peanut butter. You will most definitely throw up. The baby hates peanut butter. Or maybe he's allergic? Who knows. But I won't make him eat it anymore.
2) No matter how sick you are, it's okay to eat Mexican food. And your full belly will thank you. Your heart will hate you, but you have tums in your purse for that.
3) A plain waffle will get you through breakfast. You won't enjoy eating something that tastes like cardboard, but it will stay in your stomach.
4) You will wake up STARVING every night at 2am, and unless you eat, you're not going back to sleep. So just get up and eat.
5) Kyle will survive without your home cooked meals. In fact, he probably prefers the chicken strips and frozen pizza he's been eating.
6) You're sister will ask you to make a cherry pie for Thanksgiving. Just tell her no from the beginning. It will be better than playing with her emotions telling her yes every time you feel ok, and no every time you're sick.
7) Saltines will cure everything. Whether you think you're hungry or not, eat them. They will make you feel better.
8) Stop eating cheese. Even though it sounds good, it will make you sick.
9) Take advantage of the times when you feel good. If you have to go out and do something, do it now. Don't wait, you will eventually feel sick again and miss your chance.
10) Your Unisom will get you through the day, but it will wear off at about 5. Make sure you eat before then, or you will be really, really hungry overnight!
11) You have married a good, good man. He will help you, and cook for you, and get up and do things for you. Let him!!
That's a lot of things to figure out in just one week. But I've been very observant. I have to be. It's life or death at this point. Ha. Ok, not really. But it's the difference between the ability to sit up, and having to lay down. Sometimes I wonder if I'm the worlds biggest baby, or do in fact have the worlds worst case of morning sickness. I suppose I'll never know. I put myself somewhere in the middle though.
In other news. Not that there's much other news. But it's Thanksgiving time!! The holidays are by far the greatest time of the year, and I cannot wait until Thursday!! We are going to my sisters, which means my parents will be there, and of course Zoey will be there!! And of course, with my sister being pregnant as well, we will be taking many a pregnant picture. She's a tad bigger than me though, at 26 weeks. I just hope I can eat! I think I will anyways, I can't pass up a Thanksgiving meal!
Have a safe and happy Holidays everyone!!
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
I've been invaded.
As I said in my last blog, I worry a lot. It's still so early, and so much can happen in these early weeks. I try not to think about it, and I've gotten better, but still the thought is there. However, it's the moments that I find myself dry-heaving over the toilet that I get relief from my worries. They come more often now, so I'm getting more confidence that this little one is doing just fine. Sure, the puking I could do without, but then I would just be nervous all the time. And I'm sure God knows this about me, so He has made sure to give me an extra dose of sickness. Thanks.
It's insane to me how much can happen this early. How many things can change. I already feel like my body is not my own, and that someone else has taken up residence. At only 7 weeks, I find myself needing new pants. I am in sweatpants every day, and here's a fun fact, when I'm not in sweatpants for God knows what reason... my jeans are unbuttoned. I get a sweet little muffin top if I try to squeeze the button together - which is a fight and a look I don't care to have. I get a new pain, twitch, cramp, or itch every day. Today it was a nice little ache under my ribs, and when I pressed on my stomach it got worse. That provided me lots of entertainment this morning. The food I eat is laughable. In the very early weeks, I thought I was gonna be the best pregnant person in the world. I ate spinach every day, had broccoli several times a week, ate a lot of cheese, and made myself real fruit smoothies. HA. Those were a fun two weeks. Now crackers are my meal of choice, and if I do eat I eat Stouffers mac and cheese. I've gone into survival mode, and as long as I'm eating something I feel good about myself. I get my calcium by eating cookies. How, you ask? Well, I trust cookies. I know that a cookie won't come back up. Sure it will make me sick, but it will stay in my stomach. So I eat cookies and drink milk. Calcium, check. I don't sleep anymore. I'm not sure what that's about. I'm learning to "sleep on my left side" cause that's good for the baby or something dumb like that. It is so not comfortable. And then when I do get comfortable, I have to get up to go to the bathroom. So really, there's no point. Oh, and I'm starving. All night long. Not that I want to eat, believe me I don't, but that horrible empty stomach feeling is there all.night. I smell everything. Alcohol is the worst. Unfortunately, Kyle likes beer. I can smell it from just an open can and it makes me gag. I have goose bumps thinking about it right now. I've had to find other ways to get water in my system, as that is no longer going down as easily as it once did. Vitamin water and powerade are doing the trick so far. It has been an eventful 7 weeks, here are some of my favorites:
Most emotional: I had spent my days energy (5 minutes) working on cleaning off the counter in the kitchen. We have a bowl that we put all of our medicine in. Kyle comes home and takes his allergy medicine out and sets in on the counter. I immediately yelled at him, how dare he?! He told me he didn't want to forget to take it, and was gonna leave it on the counter. I was fuming! Who does this guy think he is. So naturally, I started crying. I really had no idea why, and in my head I even thought, this is not a big deal. I couldn't stop though. And he put his allergy medicine back in the bowl :)
Grossest: Every once in a while when I get the nerve to eat, I get stuck chewing, and can't swallow. I say to myself, "nope, this isn't going down." So it's not often for me to chew and spit out food. One night we got subs. It smelled soooo goood, and I was soooo hungry! Dug in for that first bite, got to the swallowing point, and said, nope. Not gonna happen. So I spit it out. It still seemed like it would be so good so I went in for another bite. The same thing happened. And another bite, same results. Before I knew it I had a whole plate of chewed up, spit out sub :)
Most maternal: We were watching a show, and there was a scene where a father hit his son. Obviously, I think that's wrong, but I went a step further. I immediately thought of this little thing in my stomach and how dare the person that ever tries to hurt it! And of course I started crying. And then kyle, being as inappropriate as ever turned to me and asked, "what would you do if I hit Jack." I told him I'd shoot him. And I would. End of conversation.
The best symptom: I don't even know if this is a symptom or not, but it's the only thing I can think of... I have absolutely 0 desire to bite my nails!! Something I've done forever! They are growing so long now, and they're so pretty! I actually have to file and clip them! I love it!
Biggest aversion: Candy! Do you know how crazy that is for me? I loooove candy! Haven't had a bite in 7 weeks. This was actually one of my first clues something was up. I bought a candy bar, because I was standing in line at the grocery store, got home, and couldn't eat it! I just put it in the freezer, not to be touched! This blows my mind.
The heartburn: Oh my God, the heartburn. Why did no one warn me of this one?! This one is a constant. Sometimes I check my chest for actual flames. Tums don't do much, but they help a little. Or at least give me the placebo effect. I'm ready to move on from this lovely symptom, it has overstayed its welcome. It's really fun after I throw up, as if vomiting isn't enough... here have a burning, aching chest now, too.
So all in all, I've had a lot of fun growing this baby. Most of these things are awful, but I'm still oddly happy most of the time. Thinking about next summer gets me through. It gives me peace knowing that it is all normal, and is all supposed to happen to get a healthy happy baby at the end. So for that, I will take it. I will take all of it. I will complain, and whine, and play the poor me card, but I will take it and secretly be happy.
It's insane to me how much can happen this early. How many things can change. I already feel like my body is not my own, and that someone else has taken up residence. At only 7 weeks, I find myself needing new pants. I am in sweatpants every day, and here's a fun fact, when I'm not in sweatpants for God knows what reason... my jeans are unbuttoned. I get a sweet little muffin top if I try to squeeze the button together - which is a fight and a look I don't care to have. I get a new pain, twitch, cramp, or itch every day. Today it was a nice little ache under my ribs, and when I pressed on my stomach it got worse. That provided me lots of entertainment this morning. The food I eat is laughable. In the very early weeks, I thought I was gonna be the best pregnant person in the world. I ate spinach every day, had broccoli several times a week, ate a lot of cheese, and made myself real fruit smoothies. HA. Those were a fun two weeks. Now crackers are my meal of choice, and if I do eat I eat Stouffers mac and cheese. I've gone into survival mode, and as long as I'm eating something I feel good about myself. I get my calcium by eating cookies. How, you ask? Well, I trust cookies. I know that a cookie won't come back up. Sure it will make me sick, but it will stay in my stomach. So I eat cookies and drink milk. Calcium, check. I don't sleep anymore. I'm not sure what that's about. I'm learning to "sleep on my left side" cause that's good for the baby or something dumb like that. It is so not comfortable. And then when I do get comfortable, I have to get up to go to the bathroom. So really, there's no point. Oh, and I'm starving. All night long. Not that I want to eat, believe me I don't, but that horrible empty stomach feeling is there all.night. I smell everything. Alcohol is the worst. Unfortunately, Kyle likes beer. I can smell it from just an open can and it makes me gag. I have goose bumps thinking about it right now. I've had to find other ways to get water in my system, as that is no longer going down as easily as it once did. Vitamin water and powerade are doing the trick so far. It has been an eventful 7 weeks, here are some of my favorites:
Most emotional: I had spent my days energy (5 minutes) working on cleaning off the counter in the kitchen. We have a bowl that we put all of our medicine in. Kyle comes home and takes his allergy medicine out and sets in on the counter. I immediately yelled at him, how dare he?! He told me he didn't want to forget to take it, and was gonna leave it on the counter. I was fuming! Who does this guy think he is. So naturally, I started crying. I really had no idea why, and in my head I even thought, this is not a big deal. I couldn't stop though. And he put his allergy medicine back in the bowl :)
Grossest: Every once in a while when I get the nerve to eat, I get stuck chewing, and can't swallow. I say to myself, "nope, this isn't going down." So it's not often for me to chew and spit out food. One night we got subs. It smelled soooo goood, and I was soooo hungry! Dug in for that first bite, got to the swallowing point, and said, nope. Not gonna happen. So I spit it out. It still seemed like it would be so good so I went in for another bite. The same thing happened. And another bite, same results. Before I knew it I had a whole plate of chewed up, spit out sub :)
Most maternal: We were watching a show, and there was a scene where a father hit his son. Obviously, I think that's wrong, but I went a step further. I immediately thought of this little thing in my stomach and how dare the person that ever tries to hurt it! And of course I started crying. And then kyle, being as inappropriate as ever turned to me and asked, "what would you do if I hit Jack." I told him I'd shoot him. And I would. End of conversation.
The best symptom: I don't even know if this is a symptom or not, but it's the only thing I can think of... I have absolutely 0 desire to bite my nails!! Something I've done forever! They are growing so long now, and they're so pretty! I actually have to file and clip them! I love it!
Biggest aversion: Candy! Do you know how crazy that is for me? I loooove candy! Haven't had a bite in 7 weeks. This was actually one of my first clues something was up. I bought a candy bar, because I was standing in line at the grocery store, got home, and couldn't eat it! I just put it in the freezer, not to be touched! This blows my mind.
The heartburn: Oh my God, the heartburn. Why did no one warn me of this one?! This one is a constant. Sometimes I check my chest for actual flames. Tums don't do much, but they help a little. Or at least give me the placebo effect. I'm ready to move on from this lovely symptom, it has overstayed its welcome. It's really fun after I throw up, as if vomiting isn't enough... here have a burning, aching chest now, too.
So all in all, I've had a lot of fun growing this baby. Most of these things are awful, but I'm still oddly happy most of the time. Thinking about next summer gets me through. It gives me peace knowing that it is all normal, and is all supposed to happen to get a healthy happy baby at the end. So for that, I will take it. I will take all of it. I will complain, and whine, and play the poor me card, but I will take it and secretly be happy.
The One You've Been Waiting For
Well, here it is. I couldn't take it any longer. This has been the only thing I have wanted to blog about for the past 7 weeks, and I wouldn't dare write another blog in front of it. Nothing else will ever be as special or important as this blog.
We're pregnant. I know, you all knew, but I feel like I have to put that somewhere in here. So now that that's out of the way:
I have made myself crazy over writing this blog. Do I write it this early? Do I risk all of the emotion I feel knowing how much can happen? Should I just wait for one more doctors appointment? I somehow felt like by writing this blog I would be jinxing everything, and something terrible would happen. But alas, I can't hold it in any longer. And I have come to grips with the fact that this baby is God's and if for whatever reason of His choosing He takes him back to Heaven I will feel content knowing that the little one was just too perfect for earth and will make a wonderful angel for us. Although, believe you me... we are hoping and praying that he is growing and developing wonderfully in there. For now, I have made it my mission to not worry unless I have a visible sign for concern. So far, so good - so we are a very, very excited couple of Proebstings!
We're pregnant. I know, you all knew, but I feel like I have to put that somewhere in here. So now that that's out of the way:
I have made myself crazy over writing this blog. Do I write it this early? Do I risk all of the emotion I feel knowing how much can happen? Should I just wait for one more doctors appointment? I somehow felt like by writing this blog I would be jinxing everything, and something terrible would happen. But alas, I can't hold it in any longer. And I have come to grips with the fact that this baby is God's and if for whatever reason of His choosing He takes him back to Heaven I will feel content knowing that the little one was just too perfect for earth and will make a wonderful angel for us. Although, believe you me... we are hoping and praying that he is growing and developing wonderfully in there. For now, I have made it my mission to not worry unless I have a visible sign for concern. So far, so good - so we are a very, very excited couple of Proebstings!
If there’s one thing you learn about getting pregnant on accident it’s that you actually have very little to do with the whole process. I mean, sure there’s the two of you, but with so many things that have to line up at just the right time… there’s no way that Kyle and I created this little person all on our own. Someone else had a hand it in. Someone else had a hand in the timing. Kyle and I have been putting off getting a puppy because we didn’t think we had the time, space, or money to get one. See what I mean… jokes on us. But we are going with the thought that that someone else who had a hand in this believes this is the perfect time, we have the perfect amount of space, and the perfect amount of money. So for that we are blessed. How cool is it that the God that created each of us, and the God that brought us together thinks we are the perfect people to bring a little one into the world right now?? Very cool.
So the shock has worn off, the disbelief has been overcome, and we are happy. So very happy.
I spend my days researching cribs, and car seats, and bottles. We dream of what he will look like, and what he will do with this life. I hope he has his daddy’s honest eyes and warm smile, but my normal sized ears. I pray that he gets Kyle’s math skills, but my common sense. We hope that he loves animals and will someday have a wonderful playmate in his chocolate lab brother Duncan. We can’t wait to share the Cardinals and the Blues with him, and have already decided that he will have a Fredbird and a Louie in his crib. We’ve got big plans for this little guy, but we can’t wait to see the plans he gives us.
I suppose I should spend some time explaining why I just repeatedly called him a “he” when in reality we don’t know what’s in there yet. Well it’s simple. I’m not going to call him an it. And for the entire time Kyle and I have been together we have only ever talked about Jack. He’s always been a boy to us, and I’m not going to change that now when there is actually something in there! And that is not to say that we are “willing” him to be a boy, or that we will be devastated if he is not… I can assure we will be just as excited with a little Leah… but until the doctor tells us otherwise, Jack it is. And the Chinese gender predictor said boy, so there’s that.
I had an ultrasound early on to rule out an ectopic pregnancy, and things looked great. I actually talked to the nurse today about it - and she told me that things looked normal, but that I was a week behind what they originally thought. Bummer. Oh well, I have come to terms with the fact that I will be reliving week 7 again. As long as he's happy and content, I'll give him all the weeks he needs. His new birthday is supposed to be July 5, 2011... and I'm realllly hoping he's not a holiday baby, but I suppose that by the time July actually rolls around I won't care which day he comes out on.
Though it's not included in this blog, I do have one coming soon telling you about allll the fun I've been having growing a baby - get excited.
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