I realize it's been quite a while since my last post. There hasn't really been much new to report on. Besides feeling tired and a bit faint a lot of the time I'm doing okay.
However, yesterday morning our little one had her first bout of hiccups!! I can honestly say I was scared to death (okay so maybe not scared to death- but definitely concerned) and had no clue what was going on. You hear people say, "oh, she's got hiccups again" but unless you see it happening or have it happen INSIDE of you. Then you really have no clue. It's bizarre!! I was asleep when it started and it filtered into my dreams before I eventually woke up, wondering what in the world was going on inside of my belly. I was still groggy, so I had a very detached sense of confusion and as they stopped, I fell back asleep. It was only when I woke up later that it clicked that perhaps this could be the infamous fetal hiccups people speak of. I immediately googled it and was relived to find that it did indeed match other accounts of hiccups. :) It was much less worrisome when I knew what was going on, and better still, everything seems to say that babies are not distressed by hiccups like their weak willed grown-up counterparts. :)
Tomorrow we're headed into Glasgow so A) I can finally get my hair cut, and B) To avoid tricker-treaters. So if all goes to plan, the next picture you'll see of me will be taken by my shiny new anniversary camera (did I not mention that for our 8 year wedding anniversary in about a week I got a new camera?) and will showcase my new, considerably shorter "do." Wish me luck!
Friday, October 30, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Watch what you say, she can hear you!
If there was ever any question that babies can hear outside of the womb at 24 weeks, all doubt has been erased!
This morning when Mark's alarm went off I was treated to a very powerful kick. She subsided quite quickly and was calm until the snooze went off a few minutes later. More kicks! When the 3rd and final snooze sounded I was the recipient of what seemed like a very angry baby. It was as if the incredible hulk was in there smashing things around! Amazing!! She hates the alarm clock just as much as her parents do. :)
To further prove her amazing hearing talents she has demonstrated a musical preference. Yes, our little girl is a late 80ies early 90ies light rock fan. Specifically, Richard Marx! Two days in a row now she has started bopping around as soon as his album starts. (It's not just the noise, I had classical, country, and mellow music on most of the day but it wasn't until I changed over to my Light Rock selection on Spotify that she got excited.) Either that or she really hates it... but it's easy listening and I'm not getting any negative vibes so I choose to believe she's a fan.
Not even born yet and she's already proving adorable. :)
This morning when Mark's alarm went off I was treated to a very powerful kick. She subsided quite quickly and was calm until the snooze went off a few minutes later. More kicks! When the 3rd and final snooze sounded I was the recipient of what seemed like a very angry baby. It was as if the incredible hulk was in there smashing things around! Amazing!! She hates the alarm clock just as much as her parents do. :)
To further prove her amazing hearing talents she has demonstrated a musical preference. Yes, our little girl is a late 80ies early 90ies light rock fan. Specifically, Richard Marx! Two days in a row now she has started bopping around as soon as his album starts. (It's not just the noise, I had classical, country, and mellow music on most of the day but it wasn't until I changed over to my Light Rock selection on Spotify that she got excited.) Either that or she really hates it... but it's easy listening and I'm not getting any negative vibes so I choose to believe she's a fan.
Not even born yet and she's already proving adorable. :)
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
It's a girl!
Saturday was our long anticipated gender scan at Babybond Glasgow. Our appointment was at 12:40 and because we weren't exactly sure where it was we arrived a bit early: 12:00 to be exact. So we took a walk in Kelvingrove Park. The trees are all starting to change colours and the air was crisp so it was a nice way to spend the time. However, when we went into the office at 12:40 we found out they were running about 30 minutes late. The biggest flaw in their entire setup is the lack of seating. There were 2 two seater sofas and a chair. So we went back outside for while. Eventually, around 1:50ish we were finally called in. The waiting wasn't a big deal for us. We knew they were only running late because babies don't always cooperate and they were doing their best to show the other parents everything they wanted to see. This boded well as it meant they would probably spend additional time with us as well.
The room was lovely and big with a huge flat screen tv on one wall. As an added perk the gel they cover your belly with was even heated! (It's true that you get what you pay for!) On with the scan! Our little one wasn't really cooperating for a nice profile shot but was really keen on showing off her feet!
After getting some adorable foot shots the sonographer decided to get down to business. She asked if we had any ideas and we told her we'd thought it was a boy. She looked a bit concerned and kinda whispered. "I see girl bits." I think she was concerned that we'd be upset! We did our very best to reassure her that we would be thrilled with a girl, just shocked as I'd managed to convince Mark it was a boy. Shows how much I know! She showed us from a few more angles and then went back to trying to get a profile picture. Eventually she suggested that I go for a walk and come back in 15 minutes or so. I knew they were still running late so I suggested that we come back at the end of business because we'd still be in Glasgow. She seemed happy with this and we told her we'd be back after lunch at 4:30.
Off to DiMaggio's for lunch with George and Maureen (Mark's parents). Lunch was yummy and finished up just in time to head back to Babybond. We decided not to tell anyone other than his parents about the gender until after the second scan, just to be doubly sure.
2nd scan! We invited Mark's parents in to watch this one and the sonographer went through and showed them the heartbeat, the stomach, the spine all over again. It was great. She confirmed the gender and tried for another profile picture. Alas our little one was facing my back and making it difficult so I don't have any more pictures of her face. But here's a really cool one of her spine!
So there you have it! It's a girl!! Almost everyone knew it was a girl other than us. We're so excited! We're pretty close to deciding on a name- but we're not going to tell you yet incase we need to change it. ;)
Spurred on by her Aunt Kathryn and Uncle Scott's "Happy Gender Day" purchase for her, Mark and I stopped on the way home and bought a little something pink...
What else would my first purchase be other than SOCKS!! *grins*
The room was lovely and big with a huge flat screen tv on one wall. As an added perk the gel they cover your belly with was even heated! (It's true that you get what you pay for!) On with the scan! Our little one wasn't really cooperating for a nice profile shot but was really keen on showing off her feet!
After getting some adorable foot shots the sonographer decided to get down to business. She asked if we had any ideas and we told her we'd thought it was a boy. She looked a bit concerned and kinda whispered. "I see girl bits." I think she was concerned that we'd be upset! We did our very best to reassure her that we would be thrilled with a girl, just shocked as I'd managed to convince Mark it was a boy. Shows how much I know! She showed us from a few more angles and then went back to trying to get a profile picture. Eventually she suggested that I go for a walk and come back in 15 minutes or so. I knew they were still running late so I suggested that we come back at the end of business because we'd still be in Glasgow. She seemed happy with this and we told her we'd be back after lunch at 4:30.
Off to DiMaggio's for lunch with George and Maureen (Mark's parents). Lunch was yummy and finished up just in time to head back to Babybond. We decided not to tell anyone other than his parents about the gender until after the second scan, just to be doubly sure.
2nd scan! We invited Mark's parents in to watch this one and the sonographer went through and showed them the heartbeat, the stomach, the spine all over again. It was great. She confirmed the gender and tried for another profile picture. Alas our little one was facing my back and making it difficult so I don't have any more pictures of her face. But here's a really cool one of her spine!
So there you have it! It's a girl!! Almost everyone knew it was a girl other than us. We're so excited! We're pretty close to deciding on a name- but we're not going to tell you yet incase we need to change it. ;)
Spurred on by her Aunt Kathryn and Uncle Scott's "Happy Gender Day" purchase for her, Mark and I stopped on the way home and bought a little something pink...
What else would my first purchase be other than SOCKS!! *grins*
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
23 Weeks.. and a day!
Aah yes.. I am aware I have been neglecting my electronic musings recently. There hasn't been that much to talk about.
I briefly got sick, but it only seems to stick in the morning. If I go back to bed for a couple hours and wake up again I don't feel diseased anymore. Seems like a pretty good deal to me! I'm only coughing a little in morning and some when I go bed... obviously my chest has issues with me moving from or to the horizontal position, but it's not too bad. I was feeling nauseous again yesterday but that's pretty much par for the course now. I'm beginning to get used to it.
I wonder what baby thinks about the coughing... is it like an earth quake?
So Saturday is the big day! (well not the big BIG day, but big regardless) Hopefully we'll be finding out if this little one is a boy or a girl! Try not to get too excited, I have a feeling this is one stubborn little baby- just like his daddy! and that we may have issues finding out and have to go back again later, or something annoying like that.
Oh! I should mention, it looks like I've finally started to put on weight. Time for me to start paying a bit more attention!
Well Kitty-bear is awake and demanding some attention so I'm off to entertain her for a bit.
~* LOVE from Becky and the Baby *~
I briefly got sick, but it only seems to stick in the morning. If I go back to bed for a couple hours and wake up again I don't feel diseased anymore. Seems like a pretty good deal to me! I'm only coughing a little in morning and some when I go bed... obviously my chest has issues with me moving from or to the horizontal position, but it's not too bad. I was feeling nauseous again yesterday but that's pretty much par for the course now. I'm beginning to get used to it.
I wonder what baby thinks about the coughing... is it like an earth quake?
So Saturday is the big day! (well not the big BIG day, but big regardless) Hopefully we'll be finding out if this little one is a boy or a girl! Try not to get too excited, I have a feeling this is one stubborn little baby- just like his daddy! and that we may have issues finding out and have to go back again later, or something annoying like that.
Oh! I should mention, it looks like I've finally started to put on weight. Time for me to start paying a bit more attention!
Well Kitty-bear is awake and demanding some attention so I'm off to entertain her for a bit.
~* LOVE from Becky and the Baby *~
Thursday, October 8, 2009
TUESDAY.
Yes. I’m aware that today is indeed Thursday and not Tuesday at all. The following is an account of the events that occurred on Tuesday.
7:30am – I wake up when Mark’s alarm goes off but he’s been coughing all night and still not feeling well so he’s decided he’s staying home. I on the other hand have planned to go to the Aquanatal class at the gym today and then meet up with the inlaws to do some shopping, which means my mind is racing and surprisingly I can’t go back to sleep. So I lay there for a while until I’m overwhelmed with panic about getting my gym bag together and finding my bathing suit.
8:30am – Out of bed and eating cereal. Very slowly putting things into my gym bag. Do I need two towels? How much will the taxi cost? Take all lose change out of Mark’s wallet ‘just in case.’
9:26am – Call for taxi. I tell the lady on the phone that I’d like to book a cab and she asks for what time, I stutter an say “um, anytime now actually would be fine.” She says okay and I hang up. Mark calls from the room to tell me that you “book” a cab for the future and “order” one for now. I tell him it’s too early to think and to shush.
9:28am – Ready to go, but am feeling as though the one piece suit I have on is trying to kill me to in a burst of panic run upstairs to find my two piece, worried I’ll be the only one there in a two piece.
9:30am – Taxi arrives. Cabby tries to make small talk about the weather. I am unreceptive. Fare costs £5.30 for 2.2miles. I could have gotten all the way to Glasgow for less on the train. He does not get a tip.
9:40ish am – Realize as soon as I get to the locker room that I MUST change out of the one piece and into two piece.
9:45am – Head down to pool. A few pregnant ladies are sitting on the benches waiting. Everyone is in one piece or tank-ini. I am odd one out. Incredibly hot. I’m sweating despite wearing next to nothing. I go to the restroom to try splash cold water on my face. Only hot water comes out of the taps. Return to benches. Sit. Return to bathroom. Puke. Farewell breakfast. First time in three weeks. I am NOT impressed. Very close to calling Mark and telling him to come get me.
9:50am – Feeling a little better, midwives leading class take my name and information. I explain about the vomiting. They are sympathetic and say they’ll keep an eye on me.
10:00am – Class begins. Odd. Céilidh dancing in the water. I think I’ve been to more céilidhs since I’ve gotten pregnant than all of before. All in all enjoyable. Not sure if I’ll go back. Taxi too expensive to go both ways.
As the rest of the day is less epic I won’t subject you to an itemized accounting.
After the class there was something called an “Antenatal Fyre” on in the same building so I decided to go. It was just a few mini lectures on breastfeeding, nutrition, and finances. Nothing I haven’t read plenty about already. Mark’s parents were waiting outside to collect me and we went to the grocery to acquire munchies for lunch.
After lunch off we went to Marks and Spencers, Babykinns, DFS, & B&Q. It was nice being about to shop without Mark fearing his head was going to implode. (he doesn’t do well in stores.) We priced some flooring for the kitchen and I bought a couple new bras which I’m pretty sure I’m going to return. They’re pretty crappy. After much, much walking I was ready to drop and we headed home. While sitting in a major traffic jam Mark’s parents decided we should order out for dinner, their treat. I suggested pizza, we called home to have Mark order it for us. (Thanks again for dinner guys! It was yummy!)
After yummy dinner, George and Maureen headed home. Mark and I watched the new series of Stargate. I can’t say I was that impressed. Hopefully it gets better.
10:30pm – Evil gas bubble attacks! This time I’m prepared. I have pills I can take and I make some chamomile tea immediately. I fight the crippling pains for about 10 minutes before it goes away, but it does go away!!
10:45pm – I start coughing some and my throat is sore. Very paranoid that I’m getting whatever illness Mark is afflicted with. Hopefully throat is simply sore because I’ve been talking all day and I’m not used to that anymore.
11:30pm – SLEEP!
Ps. Woke up feeling better so probably not tainted by malevolent coughing disease. Still not sick 2 days later. I’m in the clear,… for now.
7:30am – I wake up when Mark’s alarm goes off but he’s been coughing all night and still not feeling well so he’s decided he’s staying home. I on the other hand have planned to go to the Aquanatal class at the gym today and then meet up with the inlaws to do some shopping, which means my mind is racing and surprisingly I can’t go back to sleep. So I lay there for a while until I’m overwhelmed with panic about getting my gym bag together and finding my bathing suit.
8:30am – Out of bed and eating cereal. Very slowly putting things into my gym bag. Do I need two towels? How much will the taxi cost? Take all lose change out of Mark’s wallet ‘just in case.’
9:26am – Call for taxi. I tell the lady on the phone that I’d like to book a cab and she asks for what time, I stutter an say “um, anytime now actually would be fine.” She says okay and I hang up. Mark calls from the room to tell me that you “book” a cab for the future and “order” one for now. I tell him it’s too early to think and to shush.
9:28am – Ready to go, but am feeling as though the one piece suit I have on is trying to kill me to in a burst of panic run upstairs to find my two piece, worried I’ll be the only one there in a two piece.
9:30am – Taxi arrives. Cabby tries to make small talk about the weather. I am unreceptive. Fare costs £5.30 for 2.2miles. I could have gotten all the way to Glasgow for less on the train. He does not get a tip.
9:40ish am – Realize as soon as I get to the locker room that I MUST change out of the one piece and into two piece.
9:45am – Head down to pool. A few pregnant ladies are sitting on the benches waiting. Everyone is in one piece or tank-ini. I am odd one out. Incredibly hot. I’m sweating despite wearing next to nothing. I go to the restroom to try splash cold water on my face. Only hot water comes out of the taps. Return to benches. Sit. Return to bathroom. Puke. Farewell breakfast. First time in three weeks. I am NOT impressed. Very close to calling Mark and telling him to come get me.
9:50am – Feeling a little better, midwives leading class take my name and information. I explain about the vomiting. They are sympathetic and say they’ll keep an eye on me.
10:00am – Class begins. Odd. Céilidh dancing in the water. I think I’ve been to more céilidhs since I’ve gotten pregnant than all of before. All in all enjoyable. Not sure if I’ll go back. Taxi too expensive to go both ways.
As the rest of the day is less epic I won’t subject you to an itemized accounting.
After the class there was something called an “Antenatal Fyre” on in the same building so I decided to go. It was just a few mini lectures on breastfeeding, nutrition, and finances. Nothing I haven’t read plenty about already. Mark’s parents were waiting outside to collect me and we went to the grocery to acquire munchies for lunch.
After lunch off we went to Marks and Spencers, Babykinns, DFS, & B&Q. It was nice being about to shop without Mark fearing his head was going to implode. (he doesn’t do well in stores.) We priced some flooring for the kitchen and I bought a couple new bras which I’m pretty sure I’m going to return. They’re pretty crappy. After much, much walking I was ready to drop and we headed home. While sitting in a major traffic jam Mark’s parents decided we should order out for dinner, their treat. I suggested pizza, we called home to have Mark order it for us. (Thanks again for dinner guys! It was yummy!)
After yummy dinner, George and Maureen headed home. Mark and I watched the new series of Stargate. I can’t say I was that impressed. Hopefully it gets better.
10:30pm – Evil gas bubble attacks! This time I’m prepared. I have pills I can take and I make some chamomile tea immediately. I fight the crippling pains for about 10 minutes before it goes away, but it does go away!!
10:45pm – I start coughing some and my throat is sore. Very paranoid that I’m getting whatever illness Mark is afflicted with. Hopefully throat is simply sore because I’ve been talking all day and I’m not used to that anymore.
11:30pm – SLEEP!
Ps. Woke up feeling better so probably not tainted by malevolent coughing disease. Still not sick 2 days later. I’m in the clear,… for now.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Week 22!
Guess I hit a bit of an apathetic patch there and hadn't felt much like writing recently so time to update!
Friday's midwife appointment was brief but non-enraging. They were a bit over keen with the heating in the waiting room and minutes after we arrived I felt like I was going to pass out. Luckily she wasn't running late and even more fortunately, she'd just had someone open the window in the office for her. I told her that I was feeling a bit woozy, (apparently not a word she hears very often because she seemed confused and I had to clarify that I meant light-headed/dizzy/wanting to pass out.) Here's where she earned her bonus points- she asked if I'd like some cold water to drink and when I said yes she immediately left the office to get me some. Whoo! That's how I expect a medical professional to act. Do whatever you can to keep your patient from passing out: a plus.
She took my blood pressure, which, remarkably wasn't too high or too low. I was worried that it might have been too low and thus the reason for my desire to faint. She asked me a few things and then said she'd check the baby's heartbeat. At this point I actually spoke up and told her that we were really excited because it was going to be the first time we were able to hear it. I went on to explain what had happened at the last appointment, however I was tactful and said the midwife in question must have been having a bad day, rather than calling her a mean cow. Iris, the current midwife, nodded and said she thought she knew who I was talking about. On with the heartbeat,.. she found it almost immediately, checked with me to make sure I'd heard enough and then turned around to Mark to confirm that he'd been able to hear it as well.
Afterwards she scheduled a 25 week appointment for me to get my bloods checked again and although we weren't in there for more than 10 minutes, we both came away feeling satisfied. (However, I did continue to feel faint for a prolonged period of time and wound up taking a two hour nap after we got home.)
Now the bit you've all been waiting for.... The week 22 Bump shot! I really should consider at least brushing my hair before Mark takes these photos, but by the time I remember I'm supposed to take a photo, I really can't be bothered. So here goes!
Friday's midwife appointment was brief but non-enraging. They were a bit over keen with the heating in the waiting room and minutes after we arrived I felt like I was going to pass out. Luckily she wasn't running late and even more fortunately, she'd just had someone open the window in the office for her. I told her that I was feeling a bit woozy, (apparently not a word she hears very often because she seemed confused and I had to clarify that I meant light-headed/dizzy/wanting to pass out.) Here's where she earned her bonus points- she asked if I'd like some cold water to drink and when I said yes she immediately left the office to get me some. Whoo! That's how I expect a medical professional to act. Do whatever you can to keep your patient from passing out: a plus.
She took my blood pressure, which, remarkably wasn't too high or too low. I was worried that it might have been too low and thus the reason for my desire to faint. She asked me a few things and then said she'd check the baby's heartbeat. At this point I actually spoke up and told her that we were really excited because it was going to be the first time we were able to hear it. I went on to explain what had happened at the last appointment, however I was tactful and said the midwife in question must have been having a bad day, rather than calling her a mean cow. Iris, the current midwife, nodded and said she thought she knew who I was talking about. On with the heartbeat,.. she found it almost immediately, checked with me to make sure I'd heard enough and then turned around to Mark to confirm that he'd been able to hear it as well.
Afterwards she scheduled a 25 week appointment for me to get my bloods checked again and although we weren't in there for more than 10 minutes, we both came away feeling satisfied. (However, I did continue to feel faint for a prolonged period of time and wound up taking a two hour nap after we got home.)
Now the bit you've all been waiting for.... The week 22 Bump shot! I really should consider at least brushing my hair before Mark takes these photos, but by the time I remember I'm supposed to take a photo, I really can't be bothered. So here goes!
Thursday, October 1, 2009
and it works!!
After much time spent last night it was finally realized that the issue with the graphics could be laid squarely at the feet of picasa web albums and it's finally been sorted! Later Mark helped me for ages understanding some of the code and figuring out how to insert a comment link and find a new due date widget since the last one was refusing to work with the new layout. I'm now pretty darn happy with the way everything turned out. I may still fiddle with the colours a bit until I get them exactly the way I want them, but for now I'm content to leave it as is.
I'd love some feedback on what you think of the new layout. As long as it's constructive- the pregnant lady promises not to beat you for any criticisms. ;)
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Baby was kicking up a storm last night! It's amazing! Felt like I was being punched and kicked all at the same time. I'm sure the novelty and adorableness will wear off eventually but right now it still blows my mind every time it happens. There's a REAL-LIVE something in there! Incredible.
I think the house is finally starting to recover from my four month exile into morning sickness land. Hopefully soon we'll be able to start pulling things together to get the new floor and counter-tops for the kitchen in. The rest of this year is going to be busy!
I'd love some feedback on what you think of the new layout. As long as it's constructive- the pregnant lady promises not to beat you for any criticisms. ;)
Baby was kicking up a storm last night! It's amazing! Felt like I was being punched and kicked all at the same time. I'm sure the novelty and adorableness will wear off eventually but right now it still blows my mind every time it happens. There's a REAL-LIVE something in there! Incredible.
I think the house is finally starting to recover from my four month exile into morning sickness land. Hopefully soon we'll be able to start pulling things together to get the new floor and counter-tops for the kitchen in. The rest of this year is going to be busy!
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