*points at ultrasound photo in sidebar on the right*
We decided to name Baby X Lillian. It's been our favorite girl name for years now. The middle name is still TBD, but we've never wavered in first name choice for a girl.
So sure, this isn't a terribly exciting update, but I know someone asked what we were going to name her--so here it is! My little Lilybear--or as DH has been lovingly calling her, "my little Tigerlily."
MELTS MY HEART EVERY.SINGLE.TIME, I TELL YOU!!
Showing posts with label baby X. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baby X. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
My little Who down in Whoville
As the weekend approached, I could tell that we were getting closer to feeling outside kicks. I no longer have to be in a perfect sitting position with my pants pressed into my belly to feel motion--sure, it's not as strong when I'm standing, but it's there.
A few times I've felt a little pop and I've wondered to myself if my hand would have been on the outside if I would have felt it--and then on Sunday we were over at my dad's and I could feel tons of rumblings and motion and I had a feeling that outside kicks were soon to follow.
I spent most of the day probably looking like a total weirdo with my hands precariously perched on my lower abdomen, just waiting for the opportune moment. I felt a few rumbles and twitches, but I knew that I was only aware of them because I could feel them on the inside, too.
Then came time for dessert--and I slammed some delicious ice cream and a Coke and WHAM! There she was, in all her glory--making her soccer-loving momma proud. I quickly called DH over to join in the fun and after a minute, there was another kick. He smiled and said he could feel it--then WHAM! She kicked so hard I could feel it through his hand. His eyes lit up in disbelief and we both burst out laughing.
Like I said before, I'm completly and utterly addicted to this. I wish I could chug Coke and ice cream all of the time, but alas I'm being a good little mommy and just waiting for her to keep getting bigger and more obviously active.
A few times I've felt a little pop and I've wondered to myself if my hand would have been on the outside if I would have felt it--and then on Sunday we were over at my dad's and I could feel tons of rumblings and motion and I had a feeling that outside kicks were soon to follow.
I spent most of the day probably looking like a total weirdo with my hands precariously perched on my lower abdomen, just waiting for the opportune moment. I felt a few rumbles and twitches, but I knew that I was only aware of them because I could feel them on the inside, too.
Then came time for dessert--and I slammed some delicious ice cream and a Coke and WHAM! There she was, in all her glory--making her soccer-loving momma proud. I quickly called DH over to join in the fun and after a minute, there was another kick. He smiled and said he could feel it--then WHAM! She kicked so hard I could feel it through his hand. His eyes lit up in disbelief and we both burst out laughing.
Like I said before, I'm completly and utterly addicted to this. I wish I could chug Coke and ice cream all of the time, but alas I'm being a good little mommy and just waiting for her to keep getting bigger and more obviously active.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Weird to think about
As of 4:45 p.m. today, I will officially be the most pregnant I've ever been.
I delivered Jude on the day I turned 21 weeks, which was also a Saturday like today. And it's just weird to think that instead of feeling medically induced contractions, I'm feeling a happy, healthy little girl kick and swim around.
I delivered Jude on the day I turned 21 weeks, which was also a Saturday like today. And it's just weird to think that instead of feeling medically induced contractions, I'm feeling a happy, healthy little girl kick and swim around.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Record keeping
I know these are boring, but I do want to start keeping track of some things. I'll try to post them quasi-weekly.
How far along? 20w 3d
Total weight gain/loss: Ugh--11 lbs. But I guess that's right on track for how far along I am
Maternity clothes? Mostly. I got tired of squeezing into things, so I packed up my skinny clothes, but not everything is actually maternity, but lots of empire waists and loose shirts.
Stretch marks? None, thank god.
Sleep: Still struggling to stay on my side and get used to my back sleeping to be on an angle... Considering breaking down and buying myself a Snoogle off of eBay.
Best moment this week: Having a successful anatomy scan yesterday!
Movement: Yes! I'm loving the little wiggles and punches. Usually I need to be sitting up and feel it right where the elastic on my pants presses on my belly.
Food cravings: I don't know if I've had cravings per se, but there have been days that I'd really like some ice cream or pasta.
Food aversions: I think I can eat everything now. Pineapple was hurting my teeth at first, but it seems to be going away.
Gender: We are having a lovely little girl!
Labor Signs: Thank god I have none.
Belly Button in or out? In--but guess what? It's veering to the right! My belly button is already slightly off center and already it's WAY worse. This may get interesting!
What I miss: I will admit it: I would like a wee bit of tequila. I fell in love with light tequilas on our trip to Mexico and hadn't quite had my fill before I got pregnant. But believe you me, I am not crying over this--I'm much more grateful to be pregnant than pining over tequila.
What I am looking forward to: Working on the baby's room, seeing her little tushy and hammy little legs in cloth diapers and Baby Legs!
Weekly Wisdom: A healthy baby really is all that matters.
Milestones: Reached the 1/2 way point and had a successful anatomy scan--it's a big week in our house!
How far along? 20w 3d
Total weight gain/loss: Ugh--11 lbs. But I guess that's right on track for how far along I am
Maternity clothes? Mostly. I got tired of squeezing into things, so I packed up my skinny clothes, but not everything is actually maternity, but lots of empire waists and loose shirts.
Stretch marks? None, thank god.
Sleep: Still struggling to stay on my side and get used to my back sleeping to be on an angle... Considering breaking down and buying myself a Snoogle off of eBay.
Best moment this week: Having a successful anatomy scan yesterday!
Movement: Yes! I'm loving the little wiggles and punches. Usually I need to be sitting up and feel it right where the elastic on my pants presses on my belly.
Food cravings: I don't know if I've had cravings per se, but there have been days that I'd really like some ice cream or pasta.
Food aversions: I think I can eat everything now. Pineapple was hurting my teeth at first, but it seems to be going away.
Gender: We are having a lovely little girl!
Labor Signs: Thank god I have none.
Belly Button in or out? In--but guess what? It's veering to the right! My belly button is already slightly off center and already it's WAY worse. This may get interesting!
What I miss: I will admit it: I would like a wee bit of tequila. I fell in love with light tequilas on our trip to Mexico and hadn't quite had my fill before I got pregnant. But believe you me, I am not crying over this--I'm much more grateful to be pregnant than pining over tequila.
What I am looking forward to: Working on the baby's room, seeing her little tushy and hammy little legs in cloth diapers and Baby Legs!
Weekly Wisdom: A healthy baby really is all that matters.
Milestones: Reached the 1/2 way point and had a successful anatomy scan--it's a big week in our house!
Monday, May 24, 2010
*Drumroll please* It's a...
The mystery of Baby X has been solved! This morning we went in for our full anatomy scan and saw a healthy, active, long-legged little GIRL!
Absolutely every organ and appendage was present and accounted for, as well as measuring right on schedule. The u/s tech commented on her nice long legs and pointed out a million features that just made our hearts swell.
Everyone keeps asking us if we're bursting with excitement and if my credit cards are already smoking, but honestly our hearts are just bursting with overwhelming gratitude--almost in disbelief that we've been so blessed to have a perfect, healthy little baby headed our way.
In fact, instead of shopping on the way home, I might just have a good, happy cry instead.
xoxo to all. Thank you, thank you, thank you for your endless support.
Absolutely every organ and appendage was present and accounted for, as well as measuring right on schedule. The u/s tech commented on her nice long legs and pointed out a million features that just made our hearts swell.
Everyone keeps asking us if we're bursting with excitement and if my credit cards are already smoking, but honestly our hearts are just bursting with overwhelming gratitude--almost in disbelief that we've been so blessed to have a perfect, healthy little baby headed our way.
In fact, instead of shopping on the way home, I might just have a good, happy cry instead.
xoxo to all. Thank you, thank you, thank you for your endless support.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Wanna see my bump?
I'm not normally into bump photos--taking my own pics or looking at anyone else's. But I figured it's high time that I shared in case you're interested...
19w6d today... Can you believe it?
Tomorrow marks the half way point and Monday is our full anatomy scan. WOOT!
It's funny to have finally "popped" a bit after waiting for the past year for that to happen! ;-)
19w6d today... Can you believe it?
Tomorrow marks the half way point and Monday is our full anatomy scan. WOOT!
It's funny to have finally "popped" a bit after waiting for the past year for that to happen! ;-)
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
There's motion in my ocean
On Monday, I had just finished polishing off some pita and hummus (and firing off an email to Becky with questions about her baby's kicking--she's 10 days ahead of me) and suddenly--Pop!
YES! Kicks! Baby X kept kicking and squirming like mad for the next two hours--so either s/he really likes or really hates hummus. LOL! Either way, I'll take it! It was such a fabulous morning, I was just a smiling fool in my little cube.
Yesterday was pretty quiet, despite my best efforts to entice s/he with more hummus--a random feeling here or there that I wasn't able to really identify and this afternoon I had two nice kicks that made me smile. I know sooner or later, I'll be begging this child to settle down so that I can get some sleep, but for now I'm just 100% in heaven.
Monday is our full anatomy scan, but I honestly haven't really been thinking about it all that much--I'm too fascinated by finally seeing a growing belly and feeling kicks after spending the last year waiting for those things to happen. I've even been tempted to switch it up and go Team Green and not have them tell us, but I think all of our friends and family would lose their minds!
However, if we get there and Baby X isn't cooperating, we might just shrug our shoulders and wait until October. MWAHAHA!! ;-)
YES! Kicks! Baby X kept kicking and squirming like mad for the next two hours--so either s/he really likes or really hates hummus. LOL! Either way, I'll take it! It was such a fabulous morning, I was just a smiling fool in my little cube.
Yesterday was pretty quiet, despite my best efforts to entice s/he with more hummus--a random feeling here or there that I wasn't able to really identify and this afternoon I had two nice kicks that made me smile. I know sooner or later, I'll be begging this child to settle down so that I can get some sleep, but for now I'm just 100% in heaven.
Monday is our full anatomy scan, but I honestly haven't really been thinking about it all that much--I'm too fascinated by finally seeing a growing belly and feeling kicks after spending the last year waiting for those things to happen. I've even been tempted to switch it up and go Team Green and not have them tell us, but I think all of our friends and family would lose their minds!
However, if we get there and Baby X isn't cooperating, we might just shrug our shoulders and wait until October. MWAHAHA!! ;-)
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Mother's Day... for the rest of us.
I have to admit it, I had a total.fucking.meltdown Sunday morning. I wasn't really thinking about Mother's Day being a weird day for me since I'm not a big holiday celebrator, but I slept in and DH started giving me a little crap about being late to my mom's and in my head I was just like... MY FUCKING MOTHER'S DAY, TOO DAMMIT! Just because I didn't get to change any diapers doesn't mean I didn't push a baby out of my vagina and quite frankly, make some parental decisions no parent should ever have to make.
I got in the shower and just started uncontrollably sobbing. I just couldn't stop thinking about how Mother's Day is an entire day dedicated to moms of babies who lived--and how I wasn't one of them. And remember the day that I became a member of the "other" category.
And then I cried more getting dressed... and drying my hair... And finally just marched out of the bathroom, red faced and tearful (scaring the crap out of my husband in the process) and told him that I was sad and needed a hug. He said he felt awful, he hadn't even thought of how I'd feel on Mother's Day and that he felt like a jerk. I didn't expect flowers or a card, but I did sort of expect for him to at least SAY something to me to acknowledge the day--I mean, after all I have been pregnant for the past two Mother's Days.
And I cried a little more driving to my mom's... and then again at my mom's. Ugh. I was a mess, but eventually pulled it together after my sister looked at me with great sympathy and said, "You okay? You want some cheese? Maybe a sooooda?" which made me laugh. And I did enjoy a mini Baybel cheese and a coke and I felt a little better.
But I guess that's all part of the grieving process, but dammit-- sometimes it hits me out of nowhere.
I got in the shower and just started uncontrollably sobbing. I just couldn't stop thinking about how Mother's Day is an entire day dedicated to moms of babies who lived--and how I wasn't one of them. And remember the day that I became a member of the "other" category.
And then I cried more getting dressed... and drying my hair... And finally just marched out of the bathroom, red faced and tearful (scaring the crap out of my husband in the process) and told him that I was sad and needed a hug. He said he felt awful, he hadn't even thought of how I'd feel on Mother's Day and that he felt like a jerk. I didn't expect flowers or a card, but I did sort of expect for him to at least SAY something to me to acknowledge the day--I mean, after all I have been pregnant for the past two Mother's Days.
And I cried a little more driving to my mom's... and then again at my mom's. Ugh. I was a mess, but eventually pulled it together after my sister looked at me with great sympathy and said, "You okay? You want some cheese? Maybe a sooooda?" which made me laugh. And I did enjoy a mini Baybel cheese and a coke and I felt a little better.
But I guess that's all part of the grieving process, but dammit-- sometimes it hits me out of nowhere.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Do they treat this at Betty Ford?
Friday night I had my first ever, undeniable baby kick... And now I'm addicted.
DH and I went out to dinner and were relaxing on the patio talking when suddenly I realized that I was not only feeling something push in my lower left abdomen, but that it was dragging itself along my tummy for a good 1-2 inches. Then I felt a little tap.
My eyes got wide and I gasped, slapped my husband on his arm and exclaimed that I just felt my first baby kick. I described it to him in agonizing detail (also demonstrating on his arm) and during this process, felt another little tap.
If it wouldn't have made that dragging motion, I probably wouldn't have been paying attention, but that was just so distinct that I was absolutely floored. I kept cheering for the baby to do it again and immediately texted my entire family. I was wigging out like you would not believe!
Since then it's just been back to the popcorn popping feeling and an occasional nondescript squirmy motion feeling (the two things I had with Jude) but the actual kick just floored me. I can't wait to feel it again!
DH and I went out to dinner and were relaxing on the patio talking when suddenly I realized that I was not only feeling something push in my lower left abdomen, but that it was dragging itself along my tummy for a good 1-2 inches. Then I felt a little tap.
My eyes got wide and I gasped, slapped my husband on his arm and exclaimed that I just felt my first baby kick. I described it to him in agonizing detail (also demonstrating on his arm) and during this process, felt another little tap.
If it wouldn't have made that dragging motion, I probably wouldn't have been paying attention, but that was just so distinct that I was absolutely floored. I kept cheering for the baby to do it again and immediately texted my entire family. I was wigging out like you would not believe!
Since then it's just been back to the popcorn popping feeling and an occasional nondescript squirmy motion feeling (the two things I had with Jude) but the actual kick just floored me. I can't wait to feel it again!
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
How do you measure, measure a year?
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights
In cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife
In five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life?
How about love? How about love?
How about love? Measure in love
C'mon now, you know you wanna go ahead and hit play...
You know, I never really liked that song before, but recently a friend used it to describe her journey through infertility and subsequent IVF success and it just warmed my heart, having been there for that year of her life with so many ups and downs. (Congrats again my darling POF! and thank you for the beautiful flowers, you are so sweet and thoughtful!)
And now I find myself with an interesting 365 day, 180 degree turn of my own. And now the song makes a whole lot more sense--and of course, now brings me to tears.
So one year ago today, someone from my doctor's office called me and greeted me with the best news I'd ever heard-- "You're definitely pregnant!" but I think we all know how that story ended...
But today another person from my doctor's office showed me one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen-- my baby, with two glorious, functioning kidneys. Sometimes it *is* the little things in life that matter the most.
*sigh* Two very different April 28th's in my life, 365 days apart. But considering I can't have one without the other, I'll take them both for what they are.
So today with equal amounts of happiness, hope, and bittersweet wishes, we'll keep choosing to hold onto the love for both of our sweet little babies and let it multiply and thrive. And if I could speak to both of our babies right now, I'd thank you for everything you've brought into our lives over the past year and for making us who we are today.
The ultrasound also showed a crazy active little baby who was flopping all around, waving, and really putting on a ridiculous show. DH described it as s/he rebelling like 'NOOOO! I don't wanna take a bath! *insert distraction* Look Mom! Look what I can do!" But it really was glorious to see the little nugget in there, settled in for the long haul. (And hella cute, right?!)
The u/s tech asked if we were going to find out the baby's sex and I was like, "Sure--if it cooperates, after you're done with checking everything else. But if you can't tell, I promise not to cry. I really don't care either way and if all else fails, I'll find out on delivery day." ;-) She thought that was funny and a nice deviation from the usual "I MUST KNOW NOW!" vibe she usually gets.
And for everyone whose curiosity was piqued by mentioning she asked us if we wanted to know, the verdict was that it's too soon to tell. We were given a guess at our NT scan and one today and they're totally conflicting, so we're going back May 24th for a full anatomy scan and most likely it'll be more obvious then. And if not, we'll find out in October. ;-)
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man?
In truths that she learned
Or in times that he cried
In bridges he burned
Or the way that she died
It's time now to sing out
Tho' the story never ends
Let's celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love...Seasons of love
Measure your life, measure your life in love
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights
In cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife
In five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life?
How about love? How about love?
How about love? Measure in love
C'mon now, you know you wanna go ahead and hit play...
You know, I never really liked that song before, but recently a friend used it to describe her journey through infertility and subsequent IVF success and it just warmed my heart, having been there for that year of her life with so many ups and downs. (Congrats again my darling POF! and thank you for the beautiful flowers, you are so sweet and thoughtful!)
And now I find myself with an interesting 365 day, 180 degree turn of my own. And now the song makes a whole lot more sense--and of course, now brings me to tears.
So one year ago today, someone from my doctor's office called me and greeted me with the best news I'd ever heard-- "You're definitely pregnant!" but I think we all know how that story ended...
But today another person from my doctor's office showed me one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen-- my baby, with two glorious, functioning kidneys. Sometimes it *is* the little things in life that matter the most.
*sigh* Two very different April 28th's in my life, 365 days apart. But considering I can't have one without the other, I'll take them both for what they are.
So today with equal amounts of happiness, hope, and bittersweet wishes, we'll keep choosing to hold onto the love for both of our sweet little babies and let it multiply and thrive. And if I could speak to both of our babies right now, I'd thank you for everything you've brought into our lives over the past year and for making us who we are today.
The ultrasound also showed a crazy active little baby who was flopping all around, waving, and really putting on a ridiculous show. DH described it as s/he rebelling like 'NOOOO! I don't wanna take a bath! *insert distraction* Look Mom! Look what I can do!" But it really was glorious to see the little nugget in there, settled in for the long haul. (And hella cute, right?!)
The u/s tech asked if we were going to find out the baby's sex and I was like, "Sure--if it cooperates, after you're done with checking everything else. But if you can't tell, I promise not to cry. I really don't care either way and if all else fails, I'll find out on delivery day." ;-) She thought that was funny and a nice deviation from the usual "I MUST KNOW NOW!" vibe she usually gets.
And for everyone whose curiosity was piqued by mentioning she asked us if we wanted to know, the verdict was that it's too soon to tell. We were given a guess at our NT scan and one today and they're totally conflicting, so we're going back May 24th for a full anatomy scan and most likely it'll be more obvious then. And if not, we'll find out in October. ;-)
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man?
In truths that she learned
Or in times that he cried
In bridges he burned
Or the way that she died
It's time now to sing out
Tho' the story never ends
Let's celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love...Seasons of love
Measure your life, measure your life in love
Monday, April 26, 2010
Mental health day
Today, I gave up. Stress had been creeping up on me over the past week, giving me a wicked eye twitch and yesterday the stress headaches started and won't let up. We also had to attend a funeral yesterday for one of my friend's moms who we adored who passed away after a brain aneurysm.
So this morning when my alarm clock went off and my head was pounding from the tiny bits of light coming through our curtains, I gave up. I texted back and forth with my boss a little bit (seriously, best.boss.ever!) and agreed that I could stay home and do a little work from here. I knew I'd be useless if I went in.
I slept in with a pillow over my head until my eyes weren't bothered by the light anymore and I've spent my morning on the couch, alternating between doing work and just playing around on the computer. All in all, probably more work than I probably would have gotten done in the office.
So maybe this is the easy way out to cheat my way 1 day closer to our ultrasound on Wednesday, but you know what? Fuck it. ;-)
So this morning when my alarm clock went off and my head was pounding from the tiny bits of light coming through our curtains, I gave up. I texted back and forth with my boss a little bit (seriously, best.boss.ever!) and agreed that I could stay home and do a little work from here. I knew I'd be useless if I went in.
I slept in with a pillow over my head until my eyes weren't bothered by the light anymore and I've spent my morning on the couch, alternating between doing work and just playing around on the computer. All in all, probably more work than I probably would have gotten done in the office.
So maybe this is the easy way out to cheat my way 1 day closer to our ultrasound on Wednesday, but you know what? Fuck it. ;-)
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