17 Weeks! The Episode.

17 weeks came with a bang today. The day started off great. There are these little dates I have in my head, milestones that I'm excited to get to in this pregnancy. They are as follows: 9 weeks, 17 weeks, and 26 weeks. Not sure where I got those numbers from, or why they excite me, but nevertheless... today I met 17 weeks. And then "the episode" occurred. I was standing in the kitchen making my second breakfast. That's right, second. The first was oatmeal. The second was going to be a banana and toast. Suddenly I felt "off." Not really sick, but definitely not right. Then my chest got heavy, heart started racing. I continued on with my toast, not wanting anything to get in the way of breakfast number 2! But then it got to be too much to ignore. I got hot. Real Hot. Started sweating... a lot. "Ok, leave your toast, go sit down." About halfway to the couch my vision went black and fuzzy. I grabbed onto the back of the couch and seriously thought I was going down. I picked up my speed, made it to the couch and sat down. Chugged half a bottle of water and prayed that whatever it was that was going on would stop. Soon. And it did. I slowly got my bearings back. After about 5 minutes, I got the nerve to get back to my breakfast, I was still starving after all. Still a little light-headed I took it slow the rest of the day, but knowing I had a doctors appointment tonight put me at ease. And I had Kyle on guard to come get me should I feel like that again. Shew, episode over. The doctor seemed to think blood had pooled in my legs as I as standing, and just wasn't getting around to the rest of my body quick enough. Apparently it's fairly common in pregnancy, but if it never happens again I will be happy.  That and she says the baby steals the blood he needs first, and I basically get the leftovers. Thanks, baby.

In other doctor appointment news, we heard his fast little heartbeat again! 156 this time. I seriously wish they would let me just lay there and listen to it as long as I want. Seriously, go tend to the other patients, I'll be here. No need to check on me. But of course, she always stops it. I can rest easy tonight though, knowing that he is alive and well... and obviously working very hard at growing in there. I also had to get on the scale tonight! Yikes. After this morning, I was going with the thought that my blood sugar was low... so I ate, and ate, and ate all day! (Which consequently got me kicked, and kicked, and kicked all day :)) So I got on the scale, and the grand total was... 3 lbs! Total! I can live with that. I won't always tell you my weight, don't get excited. But for now, it's bearable. And last but not least, we got information on classes. Birth classes, cpr classes, breastfeeding classes, hospital tours, etc. And we are doing it all. Things just got real.

Probably the fun news of week 17 is the fact that yesterday I got a serious burst of energy and began the lonnng process of getting the baby's room in order! That means Kyle's desk and golf clubs get moved out, and a crib and changing table get moved in! I put a bunch of stuff on craigslist to sell. Things we don't need, don't use, don't want, etc. Why not make us a little cash in all this? My wedding dress was among those things. Sure it was beautiful, and I loved everything about it, but I'm not emotionally attached to it - and I do not want to store it for the next 70 years. I'm emotionally attached to the guy, the day, the memories, and the pictures, and I won't be selling any of those!

Another exciting thing of this week was the MOUND of maternity clothes my sister brought me for spring and summer! I'm so excited to wear all of them, if only it would get warm outside. This is just one of the advantages of being pregnant with my sister. The other is the millions of questions I ask her on a daily basis. "Did you get this," "Do you feel like this," "Is that pain normal," "When should I do this," the list goes on and on. I'm sure she's sick of me, but I am loving it. I also compare all of my belly pictures to all of hers with Zoey. She's like my personal compass during all of this. I love it. Here is a shot of her and 16 weeks, and me at 17 weeks in one of the shirts she gave me:

 

Pretty similar, wouldn't you say? It's fun to have genetics to compare to. Now we just need a picture of my mom at 17 weeks!

I've read that now is the time I begin to have a "truckers appetite." And let me just say, it was about this time last week when Kyle wasn't finishing his steak and I was eying it, salivating like a dog. He finally told me he didn't think he would finish it and I jumped at the chance to take it off his plate! Never have I felt fatter. One meal, one piece of meat, one side... they just aren't enough anymore. I'm gonna need two of everything, please. Thanks. 

So that's what I'm doing at 17 weeks. What's the little guy doing? Well, he is practicing sucking! He is also working on keeping his head up straight. He is growing his fingernails and toenails, and is the size of a baked potato! He is kicking LOTS - and I love him a little more every time I feel it. He (or she) officially has a Fredbird, and two Cardinals pacifiers! We are on the hunt for a Louie, and I can't wait to buy it to go with the collection. I love buying him things that are special to us. In the area of shopping though... at least clothes wise.. I am done. I can't handle all of the green and yellow I've bought, and Kyle already told me he hates everything in those colors. So I will not be buying another piece of clothing for two weeks.... when we can finally buy pink or blue!! It's hard not to buy "stuff" though because I know that I will need it all. And it's hard to wait for my shower to see what I get. The other day at Target they had almost everything I wanted on the clearance isle... the bottles I want, the breast pump I want, the pacifiers I want, the diapers I want... and it was all on clearance... but of course I had Dave Ramsey Jr. with me, so I wasn't allowed to get it in hopes that I will get it at a shower. So if you're reading this and coming to my shower, hint. hint.

I'm sick of typing. Good night.