Hear Ye, Hear Ye!

I am exactly 8 weeks pregnant today. I have no fear in sharing this as I went to see my Perinatologist for the first time this morning.

They performed a trans-vaginal ultrasound ... lo and behold! A baby with a heartbeat of 164 beats per minute was clearly visible!!

This was entirely a surprise and completely unplanned - in fact, Dave and I have been working in the OPPOSITE direction as I was on Coumadin (which crosses the placenta - no good) and according to my Hematologist he wanted me to wait until this summer to go back on the Lovenox (safe for baby, pregnancy good).

Luckily, although I went into the doc about 4 weeks ago because I thought I had a urinary tract infection and they diagnosed me as pregnant, I haven't had any issues. Praise the Gods. No bleeding, no cramping; just nausea and the occasional minor headache..... and FOOD CRAVINGS that have been driving Dave nuts. *L*

Seriously? I was craving chilli and ate a whole can for lunch yesterday. It was SO GOOD. And I paid for it by feeling stuffed for 7 hours until I ... well...let's just say the juice helped me out with getting rid of that bloated and miserable feeling. *L*

According to my Perinatologist, Dr. Fairbanks (a lovely, well-organized physician, very caring and astute) even though I'm considered to be high risk due to previous pre-eclampsia with Alli, and my blood disorder issues, she was reassuring when I asked her what my chances of full term birth were and she looked me in the eye and said "I would say you have a 98% likelihood of having a happy, healthy baby." I then asked if it was okay to tell people and she said "I don't see why not! A heartbeat is a wonderful thing." It put my mind at ease and put me on guard for taking care of myself - which between Dave and myself, we've been doing quite a good job. :)

He loves me so much...he's been making dinner for the last month - letting me ly down on the couch and catch a 15 minute snooze while he preps dinner, and then runs to pick up Alli from the bus. When he and Alli return, he then completes dinner prep and has been taking care of the kitchen for the most part. My HERO! :)

We finally told Alli tonight and she is ecstatic about being a big sister. My best friend Kathleen, and my other friends Beckah, Jenn, Sheila, etc.... they were all told and are excited for us as well.

It's funny when you think about it though. I'm due October 7th. Dave's birthday is October 9th. Even if they decide to schedule me for an early c-section, my sister's birthday was September 21st.... which made me pause. :) And then we are still getting married November 1st. Oy! So MUCH to do this year - and I haven't even gotten into how my little brother, Alex, who's 19 this November is going to moving in with us this summer and staying for the length of Le Cordon Bleu cooking program...or longer.

I'm looking forward to the challenges this year is going to be bringing. Aren't you? *L*

I Sneezed

Sunday was hulaciously BUSY for me. I decided to tackle Alli's room to rearrange her furniture and give her more space to play on the floor if she wanted to. Her closet was a nightmare with Blue's Clues and Barbies all over the place, scattered with the occasional horse or horse accessory here and there.

I had just moved her bed from one wall to another, after vacuuming and cleaning our guinea pig, Chloe's, cage when I sneezed. I'd been waiting to head to the potty, but figured I could do it in a bit - after I moved her toys out of the closet.

I sneezed and I peed myself.

Now, take a minute, and hold your absolute horror. The last time I peed myself I was like 5 months pregnant and I was laughing so hard I peed down my leg.

Luckily, it wasn't a free flowing fountain this time, but it was enough for me to need new underwear AND new shorts. Yeah. Sad, eh?

I have to admit, when I told Dave the look on his face was priceless and we laughed together. I guess my muscles are weaker than I thought. Makes me think something's wrong with my body. Something *more* could be wrong, I mean. tee hee hee

This made me question myself the rest of the day. Heading to go to the bathroom...again.

I'm hiding

I saw the baskets of laundry tonight. Oy.

It hit me that if Alli and I are going up north to visit our friends this weekend, I would have to do laundry.

Maybe... we'll wait. If I move them to the walk-in closet, maybe they'll magically disappear.

Sure. And wee fairies clean the house whilst we sleep.

Is it really so hard?

Once upon a time, there was a woman who came home from work. Her mate and their daughter were happy to see her. It gave the woman a squishy warm feeling in her heart.

Then, as she hugged her daughter close, smelling her sweet shampoo scented hair, she remembered that the dishwasher needed to be emptied...unless her mate had performed this onerous task.

The woman headed into the kitchen and reviewed the sight before her: With a double sink, there were dirty cereal bowls on one side, and an empty sink on the other side - which used to have a drainer with a few clean dishes in it - said drainer was sitting on the counter, still with clean dishes in it.

The woman asked her mate why the drainer was out of the sink. Her mate replied he couldn't fill up the Britta water purifier without taking up a whole sink.

The woman looked at her mate. And she sighed. She began to unload the dishwasher of the clean dishes, then put the dirty cereal bowls into the empty dishwasher, and thus, moved the drainer back into it's rightful sink. Leaving one whole sink empty.

The woman looked at her mate again as he had begun to ready some of dinner, and she made a mock screech, and put her hand to her forehead, then her hands on either side of her face in an over-dramatic fashion and said, "Oh my GOD, that was just SO HARD! What a HORROR!"

Her mate slowly backed away, a frightened look in his eyes, and said, "Umm...I'm going to my office."

Really, is it so terribly hard?