Baby Francis, comparing Apples to Oranges

Me, at 15 Weeks along. We visited the Santa Barbara Zoo! Beautiful place for pictures.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010)

Um… Folks? How is it POSSIBLY April???? Seriously – just a couple of weeks ago I was telling Anthony, ‘No I don’t think I can drink with you at the Greenia New Year Party because I really think we MIGHT be pregnant.” Hahahaha. April, huh? Wow that came fast.

I’m two weeks into the second Trimester. 15 Weeks along, to be exact. I am feeling SO much better than I was just a few weeks ago. I can’t tell you how wonderful it is to feel somewhat normal again. And it is getting harder and harder to hide that bump! Not that I want to, really. I want the whole world to know!

I came across a book not too long ago called “Hot Mama!” (sorry! Don’t know the author! Shame on me!) and I laughed out loud reading it there in the Barnes and Noble baby book section. It was all about how to feel beautiful during your pregnancy. Some of the advice was right on – like don’t be afraid to show off that bump! Don’t cover it with baggy clothes! It is beautiful! And some of it, not so much – like don’t be afraid to let it all hang out…. uh, yea no. While I’m 100% fine with showing off the bump, only hubby and my doc actually get to see the belly for now. No short crop tops for Jen. Maybe a 2 piece bathing suit in late summer, but we’ll see. I’ll make that call later.

I’m taking a leaf from it’s pages, so to speak, and trying to find everything beautiful about what my body is going through. Sure, I could choose to be cynical – “I look fat.” or “My boobs are lopsided.” or “I look tired exhausted.” But we all know I’m really more of a glass-half-full kind of gal. While I have definitely… lets say “filled out” in many areas this teeny tiny woman never really thought possible, I’m proud to say the thoughts of “I look fat” came and went in a matter of about a week. Anthony and I walk twice a week for 45 minutes at a brisk pace to get our heart rates going. Not so much to “lose weight” because we don’t want that for me! But to stay in shape. It will also help me after Peep is here in losing that ever dreaded baby weight. So yea – I’m not fat. I’m just curvy. And my tummy is very round. Hahaha.

Truth be told – my boobs have always been lopsided (TMI, I know – but you are reading MY blog, so get over it). Actually, I don’t know very many women who’s aren’t a little disproportionate. Granted, with the increase in size I’ve experienced, that lopsided-ness is infinitely more pronounced. However, I find incredible joy in the occasional trance I find my hubby in, checkin’ me out when he thinks I don’t notice. (Husbands everywhere – get caught checking out your wife every once in a while. SERIOUS ego booster, and just makes us feel down right gorgeous. Just a thought.)

I’m hoping that my “pregnancy glow” shows through more than the tiredness. I know in my first trimester, that wasn’t so much the case. But now, that glow is pronounced (which is real, folks – if you didn’t know, pregnancy hormones create oils in your hair and skin that literally make us appear shiny) and I look less tired. (I didn’t say I AM less tired – I just don’t have huge bags under my eyes anymore!). I’m basking in the glow. And really enjoying my good hair days! I’m getting more of those than I’m used to!

All in all, I’ve realized my outer beauty in this process is self inflicted. It’s an attitude thing. And boy, do I have a ‘tude! A good one, tho! I’m purposely dressing to feel pretty. I put on a little make-up, I put on jewelry that makes me feel good. Anthony bought me 3 new pairs of shoes (because he has outright forbidden heels for my own safety), and I’m really just all in all feeling MUCH better than I was a few weeks ago. I’m getting to enjoy the ride I’ve been told so much about. Hello Second Trimester! We are going to be good friends.

Belly Shot (because I’m proud of it!):

Ok, on to Peep: 15 weeks shows some discrepancies in fruit-to-size comparisons! One site says Peep is the size of an Orange. The second site says Peep is the size of an Apple. Hahaha, ok, am I the only one to find that ironically funny? Don’t we always say, “You can’t compare apples to oranges” without ever realizing that we actually CAN compare their size? Ok, maybe my preggo brain finds that funnier than you do – but I laughed!

Anywho – Peep’s legs are now longer than the arms. All 4 limbs have working joints. One site says, “Your fetus is squirming and wiggling like crazy down in the womb, though you probably can’t feel the movements just yet.” Hehehehe. Again, probably funnier to me than to any of you – but if you’ve ever seen me do “The Kermit Dance,” THAT is what I see Peep doing in my womb right now, after reading that quote! (For those of you who don’t know, The Kermit Dance is a moment of sheer and utter craziness were I subject myself to strange looks and huge, belly rolling laughs – I mimic the way Kermit The Frog dances/runs away from danger on the Muppet show. The dance is complete with flailing arms, wacky hands, bobbing head, and really just my whole body wiggling around for other people’s entertainment . It’s funny. Embarrassing as all get out. But funny.)

Anywho – Peep can also move amniotic fluid through her nose in a mock breathing motion. Practice, practice!!! Peep can also sense light now, even though his eyes are fused shut at this point. I’m told that if I shine a flashlight at my belly, Peep will more than likely move away from the beam. Hmmmmm. Gonna have to try that one!! (I’ll have to be covert tho – Ant is still freaking out about the Pillsbury Dough Boy poking I do.)

That is all I’ve got for now! Hope everyone is having a great week! I know I am. Happy preparations for Easter!!!



Baby Francis, The Lemon

(Thursday, March 25th, 2010)

Thursdays seem to be the day for blogging!

Dude – WHAT a week it has been. I’m tired just thinking about it. And then I remember, “oh yea – I’m tired because I actually did all that.” Hehehe.

So Friday night (Technically still part of week 13, but who’s counting, right?) Anthony and I went to Ant’s cousin, Tiffany’s 30th birthday party. It was so cute and so fun. It was Mad Hatter Tea Party Themed and we had a blast with family and a few friends. Ant’s cousin, Lisa, threw the bash. The decorations and food were phenomenal (as usual). I told Lisa that she is essentially my crack dealer when it comes to strawberries. She lives in Ventura/Oxnard (the strawberry capital of the world or something) and has THE best supplier for fresh strawberries daily. Yup – I ate probably a good 2 pounds of strawberries. No joke.

I opted out of dancing the night away with the girls. As much as I like borderline, I like my bed better. I hear they had fun! I’m glad.

Saturday was pretty packed too! We got up and met with a good friend of my parents named Ted. The last time I saw him, I was about 8 years old. His son, Kevin and I were in a wedding together and DID NOT want to hold hands, but did it anyway for Uncle Bob. We must love him. Anywho – Ted helped us with some financial planning (always a good idea!) for the future and Peep’s future, too. It was great to see him again! And I feel so much more ready to take on our finances this year. That can’t be bad, right?

Had a much needed “girls lunch” with my best pals, Elissa, Beckie, Becky (yes, there are 2 of them), and me. The 4 of us were roomies in college and we are still very close friends. It was great to get away from everything and sit and chat and catch up on everyone’s life. We walked around the mall (which I shouldn’t have done in flip-flops – lesson learned) and tuckered myself out by dinner time.

We had dinner with Ant’s Fam, as his parents were in town. That was… eventful. See, the biggest “issue” with week 14? Pregnancy induced Allergies. Yup – they SUCK. I don’t usually have to deal with allergies. That’s Anthony’s thing. But no – this year, not only do they effect me, the have essentially taken over my life. Bah! Anywho – Dr. David says I can take over the counter claratin. Linda, Ant’s mom, just so happens to have brought Anthony a bottle of that. I’ve only ever taken claratin once or twice in my life, but somehow I don’t remember it being an issue. I forgot that they aren’t coated. I forgot that they dissolve quickly on purpose (to get into your system faster). I forgot that water is really not something I should be using to swallow pills…

Back it up, people – Jen fact #48 – I was 18 and in college before I could properly swallow pills. Yup. I was THAT kid – the one who’s Mom had to crush up pills into powdered dust and put into ice cream just so I’d get whatever meds I needed. And I choked on even the smallest of pills (like sudafed? come on!) whenever my dad tried to “teach” me how to get them down. I don’t know what happened in college that made it so I could suddenly swallow pills, but it made taking my daily vitamin SO much easier.

Criteria for Jen to swallow a pill (Gosh, I’m realizing I’m demanding…): Don’t talk to me. Non-water liquid goes in my mouth first. THEN I pop the pill (I know that sounds backwards, but it works, so whatever). I throw my head back and swallow.

Ok, so – first mistake with the claratin – I used water. Second mistake with claratin was not “knowing” it dissolves that fast. I couldn’t swallow it in the first try, so drank more water with the pill in my mouth and by then it was dissolving. Bleh. It got caught in the back of my throat, and I choked on it. Well, then, of course, I threw it up. Yea – pleasant. And I wasn’t even at home! I was at my Brother-In-Law’s house on their couch. Kudos and props go to my MIL, Linda, and my SIL, Elissa for helping me. Linda was RIGHT there with a towel. Puke didn’t phase her at all – just got in there and helped me catch it all (luckily, it was just water and dissolved claratin, so it wasn’t too big a deal). Elissa was right there to take the water glass out of my hands so I didn’t drop it and knew right when I needed it back to get the taste out of my mouth. Thanks for the help, ladies!

Needless to say I didn’t try again right away. Finally was brave enough to try again before bed. Used orange juice and got it down on the first try. Thank you, Lord! It helped me sleep. Yippie!

Sunday, we had to get up and look nice – we were being received as new members of our church and had to go to an earlier service than normal. Boo on the no sleeping in. Yay on the warm welcome we got! Anthony took me out to Eggs N things for brunch afterward. That was so wonderful (props to my hubby for being willing to take my crazy pregnant self out to eat!). We only waited 5 minutes to be seated (a record) and the service was just as good as the food.

I came home, napped, and got ready for Anthony’s Grandpa’s 80th Birthday Dinner Dance. It was so nice. The whole family dressed up and there was a live trio. Lisa once again supplied me with more strawberries than should be allowed, and we had a great time. While I cannot take ANY credit for actually helping to clean up (I was told to sit in a corner and not get in the way), Anthony and I stayed until almost 10pm for clean up. Anthony did his fair share of the clean up by way of moving chairs and tables and boxes. I did my share by not impeding anyone else’s cleaning. Hahaha. But by 10pm, I was exhausted. I didn’t get to bed until after 11, allergies had sunken back in, and I knew I had to get up early to take Ant to work. Oh, my bed, how we never have enough time together. :0(

This week as been normal. Monday was hectic, as I was helping to get my bosses ready for our big trade show. They have been there since Tuesday, while I hold the fort down here. Allergies have progressively gotten better, but mornings still suck my big toe! Tonight I am out with my mom, looking at rocking chairs for the nursery (among other things) at Babies R Us. I can’t wait! Tomorrow, we have a jam packed evening which includes a trip out to SCV to meet with our wedding photographer and finally get our album! So excited. And then a jam packed weekend, this time around with my family instead of Ant’s usual suspects.

*whew* Like I said – makes me tired just thinking about it. And the allergies just make it that much more… tiring. But I’m getting through it. Suck it up, Jen! Suck it up! (My pregnancy motto).

Well, now that I’ve fully debriefed you on my weekly itinerary (why was I compelled to do that?) I can move onto Peep’s weekly update. Week 14!

This week, Peep can show expressions! All the tiny muscles in Peep’s face can now contract and we may catch a smile or a squint on our next ultrasound. Personally, I”m hoping for more dancing baby, this time around with Peep’s toungue sticking out at the world in jest at having his picture taken before she can consent to it. But you know, a smile would be cool, too. šŸ˜‰

Peep has reached the size of a lemon and is starting to grow Luango – that is hair that covers the baby’s body for warmth. It will all fall off before birth, but it’s still a cool milestone.

Update on Mom: I have moved from regular pillow to the Snoogle. Anthony has a serious love/hate relationship with that pillow. He calls it my “staple” because that is what he thinks it looks like. For those of you who don’t know, a snoogle is a pregnancy body pillow designed to help support a growing belly and help preggo moms get the sleep they need. Man does this thing work! I love it. But, as Anthony will tell you – it is as big as I am. Meaning that now, every night, our bed consists of 2 people, 1 17 lbs chihuahua, and one giant staple. Hahaha. It’s a little crowded. But I’m sleeping well, so he’s sucking it up.

I had my first real craving yesterday. No, Alyse – I’m sorry – it wasn’t a pickle. If it was, I would have called. Nope. Wanna know what MY first craving was for? Ice Water. Oh but wait – not just ANY ice water. No, no, no. Specifically, McDonalds Ice Water. Yea – weird. Had to have it. Tried to suppliment with arrowhead water and ice from work, and it actually tasted bad. ???? I don’t get it. We ended up eating dinner at McDonalds, but really – I wanted nothing to do with the nuggets or the fries. I drank 4 cups of their pre-chilled ice water and found happiness. Cravings are just weird.

Time for bed, people! I’m exhausuted!


Baby Francis, The Peach!

It’s official. I’ve failed!!! For the first time this year, I missed a week of blogging, which technically means I’m not going to meet my blogging goal for the year. And the worst part? I honestly STILL can’t find the motivation to finish last week’s blog. I mean… I will. Because I’m just like that… but between allergies and fatigue, I seriously had to force myself to even start the darn thing, and just couldn’t find it in me to finish on time. So here it is – a little late is better than never. I hope you’ll forgive me, and let this one slide, especially because I didn’t just forget about it. And I promise a better “14 week” blog – lots to tell you on that one!

(Thursday, March 18th)

Guess what, folks? As of today, we are officially 6 months away from our due date.

YAGADA-YAGADA-YAGADA (head shaking, doing a double take). Really? How is that possible? 3+ months – GONE! Seriously, people – we are past the point of no return. This is happening.

While I knew literally THE DAY we conceived, sometimes I think it still hasn’t really sunken in. I mean – one would have thought that it would have “sunk in” when the test read “Pregnant.” Or maybe when the morning sickness set in. Or maybe when the jeans didn’t fit anymore. Or maybe that first picture where the bump was actually showing. But no – I really honestly still have moments where it hasn’t sunken in. Moments were I could swear to you this was all a dream.

But then, Anthony and I got to hear, hands down, THE BEST sound in the whole wide world. (No arguments here, people. It just is.)

We got to hear our baby’s heart beat. *sigh* *tear*

On Tuesday of last week (sorry I haven’t updated you sooner) we saw Dr. Jidali for that super sensitive ultrasound I told you about. Little did we know that we’d be seeing things as cool as this:

(Dr. Jidali calls this “Dancing Baby!”)

And then, there was this really strange sound that was going wooooshwoooshwoooshwoooshwoooshwooosh and the little sound wave was flexing across the screen and the tech goes, “That is your baby’s heartbeat! Clocked in at 156 beats per minute. That’s great!”

I can’t tell you how I felt. There are no words. Anthony and I sat there absolutely awestruck. It gave us more than any of those pictures ever could. It was like the very first tangible thing we have of our child. A heartbeat. A sign of life. An incredible miracle inside me that pulled my husband and I closer together than we’ve ever felt. Anthony squeezed my hand at that moment and I held back a tear. And only then did it actually “sink in.” This is REAL.

I still can’t believe how much time has passed, though. Reality or no reality – how the heck is it the middle of March already? The middle of March marks another milestone for us –Ā  this is the 13th week!Ā  That means I’m officially in my second trimester! Woot! 1/3 of the way done.

Onto the Baby update: Peep is the size of a peach, but other than that, nothing much has changed. All is healthy and good, and our doctors are happy. So we are happy. Sorry the update is so lame – but really, that is all that has changed.

And here is one of Anthony’s favorite Ultrasound pics (He doesn’t like the 3-d Ones, which I call alien Baby. Hahahaha.)

Check out how big Peep’s gotten!!! Craziness.


Baby Francis, TheĀ Lime!

Monday, March 8, 2010 (Picture in a blog later this week)

12 weeks! Can you believe it? This coming Saturday, March 13th is a BIG day!!! Besides being my adorable Nephew, Max’s 1st birthday (such a big boy!) it also marks the start of my Second Trimester.


Ok, so according to everything I’m reading, Peep is the size of a lime. Think about that for a second… I mean – a lime! That is so tangible. Half of you right now could go over to your fridge, open up the fruit drawer and pick up a lime. (I suggest that if you can, do so!) Can you imagine? A tiny little person, the same size as that lime is living inside my belly. Peep is fully developed as far as body parts go – organs and tissue, appendages, nervous systems…. they are all in place and ready to simply grow to the right size. I can’t tell you what that feels like – to know that my baby is already starting to actually look like me, or like Anthony. That Peep is already developing into the baby and the person he or she will be in the years to come. And I hope beyond hope that when this baby is 20 and I hug him/her, I remember what it felt like to pick up that lime and think – WOW. This is what my baby is like RIGHT NOW. So cool.

Other updates, Peep is moving!!! I mean, I can’t feel it at all. Peep is too small to actually have his/her movements impact my reflexes. But “they” tell me that Peep can now open and close his hands and stretch her back. Oh, and in true baby fashion, Peep may already be sucking his/her thumb. Peep’s lips are developed enough to make a sucking motion, and thumbs are about the only thing around good enough for the job! Peep is kicking, too!!!! This, to me, is not surprising. Daddy is, after all, a pretty great soccer player and swimmer!!! Kicking is in Peep’s genes.

Also cool is that Peep’s eyelids are fully developed and can close. As a matter of fact, when they can completely close, they will – and they will stay that way for the rest of the pregnancy. Almost like sleeping for 6 months straight! (God, I wish!)

The BEST part was reading that if I poke my belly (like Pillsbury Dough Boy style), Peep will respond by squirming around! (Again, I can’t feel it – just have to believe this to be true). I HAD to show Anthony, right away. I went up to him and said, “Watch! If I do this (insert dough boy giggle here) then Peep can feel it!!!” I was so excited. Anthony, however, was like – “Don’t do that!!!!!” He got all freaked out, like I was hurting Peep or something. I told him it was fine, but he wouldn’t have it – stop that! Don’t do that! Leave Peep alone!!!! You are gonna squish Peep! Hahahaha – Daddy is already VERY protective. It’s a good thing. But still super funny.

Alright – are you all ready for the 411 I so DIDN’T need to be told? I mean, why do these books and updates tell us things that we seriously could have gone an entire lifetime without knowing? But since I know, now you all have to know. Get ready…

One of the bodily functions that started kicking in this week? Urination. Ok – cool. Baby can pee on its own. That is a good thing. But then you gotta wonder, where does all that pee go? I was blissfully happy thinking something TOTALLY impossible – like it evaporates. Or maybe something a little more probable, but still unlikely – maybe it mixes with my own fluids and I’m not only eating for two, I’m peeing for two. Nope. Both answers are utterly incorrect. You wanna know what happens to it? NOTHING. It sits there. In my womb. Mixing with all the other fluids that are already there, and it will stay there until September. Yup – gross. I will have baby pee in my belly for 6 months. And the volume will only increase. bleh.

Yup – TOTALLY could have gone this entire journey without knowing that golden nugget of info! But alas, I read EVERYTHING so there you have it. According to all the experts, it does not harm the baby in any way. I believe it – because it turns out that it’s not exactly a new phenomenon – it’s been happening since the VERY FIRST PREGNANCY AT THE DAWN OF MANKIND!! And we all survived it. But Ewww. To think my poor little Peep is swimming in something that, when he or she arrives, I will be instantly cleaning off his/her precious skin several times a day is just…. gross. And then to think – hey! I went through that too!!!! That is just as gross.

So there you have it, folks – the tidbit of info NO ONE needs to know, but I had to share. Enjoy.

Tomorrow Anthony and I see Dr. Jidali for that super sensitive ultrasound and more blood work. I know I’m in good hands (both of my Sister’s In Law saw Dr. Jidali throughout their pregnancies and highly recommend him.) I’ll update on that appointment and everything we learn from him later this week. Wish us luck!!!


The Cupcake ProjectĀ Returns!

*GASP!* A blog unrelated to Peep? Can it be?

Yes, folks, it can.

As promised at the beginning of the year, the CupCake project is making a comeback. We will start this month (March) and try to do one project from the book each month. I have had a lot of positive response to the cupcake project, which makes me so happy! And I’ve had several people asking to help out! Which just sounds fabulous to me. My best friend Beckie helped out on one project (TV Dinner) and we had a blast! So here is what I’ve decided to do. I’m listing the one project I plan to do each month here (dates are NOT pre-set). If that project sounds interesting to you, and you’d like to come to my house for an evening (or Saturday afternoon maybe) and help me out, I’d love to set it up. You may be asked to bring a supply or two, but you’ll always be able to take some home! There are several projects that people have already offered to help with, but feel free to add yourself to the list! I don’t intend to limit the number of people who can help unless the group gets too big (my kitchen is small!). So let me know! Can’t wait to get baking with my friends!!!

March: Easter Eggs!
Pastels and sprinkles! Instead of decorating real eggs, we can decorate cupcakes to look like them! I’d like to make these right at the end of the month so that they can actually be used for Easter Sunday.

April: March of the Penguins
Little waddling penguins, tiny icebergs, and even a bucket-o-fish! Too cute!
Alyse has volunteered.

May: Westies
In honor of my Birthday, doing one I really want to do: Tiny little doggies on licorice leashes!

June: Sunflowers
Let’s celebrate the coming of summer and make beautiful flowers and ladybugs out of cupcakes!

July: Candy Stars and Stripes Forever
In honor of 4th of July, let’s make a cupcake and candy American Flag! (although, we can’t make them ON 4th of July – that is my wedding anniversary – so just sometime in the month of July)

August: Play Pool!
Billiard Balls made out of Cupcakes.
Alyse has volunteered.

September: Big Birthday Cake.
It is a multicolored, multilayered birthday cake made out of cupcakes – in honor of our little Peep coming into the world. (This one’s date will have to be VERY flexible. I’m hopingĀ  to do it after the baby is born, maybe in time for an “open house” for people to come meet the baby.)

October: What a Hoot!
Halloween Owls made out of Cupcakes!
Miranda and Alyse have volunteered.

November: Larry the Turkey!
Thanksgiving is my FAVORITE Holiday. Let’s make Thanksgiving Turkey Cupcakes to celebrate!

December: Edible Ornaments
Adorable Christmas “Ball” Ornaments to decorate any holiday table!

We’ll go that far and see where we’re at. There are many more projects than these 10, and I plan on doing the whole book – but we’ll take it month by month. Leave me a comment on this blog with your name (incase I don’t recognize your screen name) and the project/month you’d like to help out with! Looking forward to seeing you!


P.S. I blog about each project, complete with pictures. So if you aren’t comfortable being on my blog, then this might not be the project for you. Thanks for understanding!

Baby Francis, theĀ Fig

Sunday, Feb. 28th, 2010

Check it out, people! This week I made the jump from “I don’t look Pregnant, I just look fat,” to “Wow – I can’t actually hide that anymore!” It’s official. I’m showing. So much so that my neighbor noticed, and I was wearing sweats. Yippie!

Ok, so if you’ve been reading my tweets, you know that this past week was as up and down as it gets! Tuesday night I got a full 9 hours of sleep (interrupted by a record ONE (count it – 1) potty break) which led to an utterly fabulous start to my Wednesday. I rose with no issues. No fatigue, no nausea, healthy appetite… so wonderful! I got up, took Anthony to work (if you didn’t know, we have become a one car family, so we have to coordinate getting to and from work!) and instead of coming home and going back to bed, I took a long walk with the dog. Then I came back to the house and cooked myself a breakfast burrito (which for me, means just bacon wrapped in a tortilla. Yum) and watched a recorded episode of Ghost Whisperer, all before getting dressed and ready for work. And to top it all off, I beat my bosses to the office by 5 whole minutes! That never happens! I got through the rest of the day with flying colors. Good lunch. Good snacks. Good dinner. My energy level was up all day. I went to bed…on time. It wasn’t really “early.” I thought, wow – if this is how the rest of this journey is going to be, then dude – I’m golden.

Yea. Not Golden by ANY means. Wednesday = best day so far. Thursday = one of the top 3 WORST days so far. Fact #1: I do have the kind of morning sickness that causes me to vomit. (Yucky!) Fact #2: I’m lucky enough that vomiting is not every day – more like once a week, and (for the most part) only once in a day’s time. This week, however, not so. Threw up twice this week (Tuesday and Thursday) and threw up not once, not twice, but THREE times on Thursday. Yea – now you get what I mean by “Bad day.” So bad I called in sick. Dude – the last time I called in sick, it was because I had swine flu! I DON’T call in sick if I can help it. I mean, hello?! I threw up Tuesday morning. Texted my boss to say – Umm… gonna be a little late. But I came in! I HATE calling in. But I really didn’t have a choice. Bleh. I stayed in my PJ’s, in my bed, ALL DAY.

Ok, so here is the story. I got up, as usual, with Anthony to take him to work. For whatever reason, even though I got a full 8 hours of sleep with only a couple of interruption potty breaks, I. WAS. TIRED. But I was still “fine.” I took Ant to work. Came home, and went back to bed. Maybe half an hour later, I had to pee… again. So I got up. And I got up too fast. The major motion made me nauseous. So nauseous that I forgot about having to pee – just needed to barf. And for the first time since I’ve known about little Peep, I didn’t make it to the toilet in time. I missed, just a little bit (I know gross – but a key element of the story) and it ended up on the bathroom floor. THANK GOD for linoleum. Easy clean up. Or so I thought. Took care of business, went to the vanity – washed my face, brushed my teeth, and geared up (mentally) for clean up. Grabbed the paper towels off the counter, and braved the bathroom. I was fine for the first maybe 3 seconds. And then, the smell/visual grossness of yucky barf on the floor took over, and BOOM. Vomit session #2. *sigh*

I somehow managed to finish cleaning without vomiting again. Miracle of Miracles. I crawled back into bed feeling somewhere between mud and the gross vomit I had just cleaned up. No good. That is when I called my boss. I told her no way man. She said no worries – rest, feel better. She pointed out that if I still felt sick and came in, and then got sick in the office she’d just have to send me home anyway. So stay put! I obeyed. I called Anthony. I felt so horrible. He sympathized. He asked if I was ok. He asked if there was anything he could do. He asked if I’d eaten anything… wha??? food??? GROSS!!!! No! But I agreed that if I didn’t barf for a whole hour, I’d go eat something.

An hour came and went, and no getting sick. Yippie! Maybe today was going to end up ok! Maybe I could make it in to the office after lunch!!! Come on, Pup! Let’s go for a walk! We go. The living room smelled a little odd to me – but what doesn’t these days? I was only in there for maybe 15 seconds to leash the dog and go outside. (Quick shout out to my dog, who so lovingly decided to do his #2’s waaaaaaaaay up in a bed of Ivy where I wouldn’t have to even look at it, let alone pick it up! Thank you!) It wasn’t until we got back that I realized… nope – something DEFINITELY smells in here.

Insert overwhelming gag sensation here.

OH man. I seriously thought that after 2 bouts of vomiting already, I had NOTHING left. I. Was. Wrong. I ran to our second bathroom (closer than our bedroom to the front door) and for the third time within 4 hours, I puked my gets out. Bleh. Hey – at least I gave each bathroom a go! They both feel loved and well used, I’m sure.

I decided the safest spot for me was my bed. I curled up with the dog and stayed there until I had to go get Anthony for Lunch. When it came time to walk through the house again, I was ready. I took a big, deep breath in, held it, covered my whole face with my hoodie, and sprinted to the door – grabbed my purse and ran out the door. *SLAM* I was safe.

Anthony felt bad that something in the kitchen made me so sick. He bought me Wendy’s for lunch. (mmmmmmm, fries! Lemonade!!!) He brought me back to the house, and didn’t question my frantic running with a hoodie over my head back to our bedroom. He fed the dog for me, and he brought me 2 of my favorite movies and my computer. He promised an even cleaner (as our kitchen is already clean 95% of the time) kitchen as soon as he got home. And he delivered. I slept, and Facebooked, and watched Pride and Prejudice all afternoon.

It was great when Anthony found the culprit (half his fault, half mine) and cleaned it up. The stench (that was all too real, even to Anthony) was coming from a 1 day old pot he’d been soaking to make cleaning easier (which had sticky, going-bad chocolate from an EPIC FAIL of a chocolate pie we’d tried to make) and a can I’d left in the sink with bacon grease in it. YUCK-O! But once the pan was clean, and the grease was gone, I could breath easy. I came out into the living room and had dinner with Anthony and spent the rest of the evening on the couch. Anthony walked Pup alone, so that I didn’t have any episodes due to more #2’s.

I woke up Friday in a much better mood, and a much better state of being. I purposely moved SLOWLY all morning (and have everyday since) so as not to upset the porcelain Gods. We came out of it ok. I went back to work, and (knock on wood) I haven’t vomited since. Woot! Let’s hope that continues.

Anywho – that was my epic tale of grossness last week. On to all things Peep related – Baby is as big as a fig! And my baby bump in that picture up there proves it! Peep is about an inch and a half long now, and TOTALLY looks like a human being in miniature. Her teeth are forming! And his little hands are starting to open and close. Little Peep can kick her feet and stretch his back. We’re officially moving!!! I just won’t be able to feel it for several weeks.

We have 2 doctor’s appointments this month. One next week with Dr. Jidali (who does the super advanced ultrasounds to run diagnostics on Peep) and one the following week with good ol’ Dr. David for a check up. Dr. David’s office called me this past week to tell me that everything they tested my 5 viles of blood for (remember that story?) came back negative!!! Yippie! That means we are a super low risk pregnancy, which I couldn’t be more thankful for. The blood test and ultrasound Dr. Jidali will do next week will check for signs of down syndrome and do a sort of “second opinion” on those perfect negative stats I just got. I hope they stay that way!!!

We are coming around the bend! This blog marks week 11. I’ve got this week and next week (week 12) to get through and I’m officially in my second trimester. I can’t believe how fast it is going. I can’t believe it is March! I can’t believe that on the 18th of this month (which is only t-minus 16 days away!) we will only have 6 months left!!! Ahhhh!!! Crazy. Just crazy.

So excited. I can’t even tell you. The next trimester is full of all the fun stuff! Registering for baby stuff, and poking my nose where it doesn’t belong in regards to my shower (Anthony might get a “boys shower” too!!! His Brother, Paul mentioned possibly throwing him one. How fun!!!) And we get to start putting together the nursery… wow. I can’t even tell you how cool that is. Cheers to the next 6 months, people!!!