Saturday, January 31, 2009

So not a lot has been happening lately. I'm just over 24 weeks now. I had an appointment on Tuesday, but my IM couldn't make it. Nothing really important happened, so it wasn't a big deal. The baby's heart rate was in the 150s, as usual. I've gained 6lbs since the last appointment 5 weeks ago. My blood pressure was perfectly normal.

I went out and bought a maternity belt because I'm having round ligament pain...or at least that's what the doctor said it was. I've had round ligament pain, and this feels like I pulled my abdominal muscle. I've also bought some more clothes for myself. I need to find someone who can make me some formal dresses, and help me alter some suits and other outfits.

Which leads me to my exciting news of the month...

I am the new Mrs. San Antonio. Yep, I have the crown, sash and everything. This is why I need some formal dresses and to have my clothes tailored. I'll be making appearances through out the rest of my pregnancy. Then, three weeks after my EDD, I have the state pageant. That should be interesting. I need to have a dress that fits wonderfully, and doesn't make me look too fat. The one thing I figure I'll have going for me is the fact that with a cincher, or corset, my waist will look smaller...especially considering I will breastfeeding and my milk will have come in. My boobs will be huge and my waist will be smaller. *shrugs*

So that's about it. Nothing exciting going on.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Not a whole lot going on...

Howdy all!

Things have been relatively quiet lately. I started school, and had some issues with a girl in one of my classes. My professor, one I had taken a couple of times before, overstepped his boundaries and announced to the class that I was a surrogate. This girl in my class made some comments in class, then after class she made even ruder comments to me. The school and the professor dealt with the situation though, and I won't have to deal with the girl in class again. I may still see her after class because her new English class is right next door to mine, and right after mine. I'm sure she'll be standing out there as I'm leaving. Hopefully there won't be any problems. We'll see.

The baby is doing great. He's kicking up a storm! My youngest daughter, my husband and most importantly, G, my IM have all felt the baby move. He's a strong little bugger! I have another OB appointment here soon. I figure it'll be the status quo...nothing exciting happens in the next couple of few weeks, other then the baby getting bigger! I'm not growing a whole lot. With that being said, I stepped on the scale this morning and I've gained 15lbs since starting meds the beginning of August. The baby, although on the big side, is measuring within normal limits, so I shouldn't complain! I'm barely showing, and if I wear my favorite sweatshirt, people don't even know. It's so funny, because even as I write this, I'm wearing my sweatshirt, and the baby is kicking the snot out of me! And you can barely see my baby bump! It's weird because this is thee smallest I've ever been in any of my pregnancies, but this will probably be the biggest baby I've ever had!

Well, that's all I have for now. As soon as I have my next OB appointment I'll update.

Monday, January 5, 2009

It's A...

So we had the ultrasound today. The baby is growing like a weed. The baby weighs 14oz. (approximately) and measures right on target. We got to see all ten fingers, and all ten toes. It was an amazing sight when the baby rolled slightly to the side. The baby twice kicked the ultrasound scanner right on. The baby didn't like to be poked at, lol!

So I'm sure you've noticed I keep saying "The baby" when normally I would say "he" or some similiar word. This is because I want to keep the gender a surprise for just another couple of minutes...oh, who am I kidding, some secrets are meant to be shared!

G&K are having *drum roll* A BOY! And this little boy is quite the exobitionist. He rolled slightly and spread his legs. The tech had barely put the scanner on my belly and there was his little winkie for the world to see. She took a picture of him laying sideways so you could see him, his legs, and his "boy parts". She put an arrow pointing and typed "IT'S A BOY!" G is going to scan one of the pictures and send it to K (he's out of town)...after he tries to guess, she going to send him the one that says "IT'S A BOY!"

I'm so excited for them! I'm going to go out sometime this week (probably while I'm at the mall getting some support hose...stupid vericose veins are starting show!) and buy him a little outfit, and probably bear or something. I'm so excited for them!

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Things that go BUMP in the night...

So as is common for me, especially when pregnant, I get up in the middle of the night to use the restroom, or get a drink. More often then not, when I'm pregnant, I also eat.

My husband, who works third shift, finds it funny when I come stumbling out of the bedroom at all hours of the night and make my way to the kitchen. Last night was no exception. Now let me start by explaining that I sleep "au naturale"...I just can't stand the feel of PJ's while trying to sleep. Secondly, as I mentioned earlier, I get up in the middle of the night...this is far different from waking up in the middle of the night. When I get up, I'm somewhat awake, but certainly not enough to make any major decisions or operate any heavy machinery.

Back to last night...

I remember getting up and using the restroom. The baby, in his typical fashion, was bouncing on my bladder. I'm almost certain these days he does it out of spite...perhaps as pay back for eating spicy foods, or anything Italian. (More on that later!) So I make it to the restroom, and suddenly realize I'm parched and must have a drink. Still wondering if I'm in a dream and at the same time trying to figure out why a family friend was in my dreams and what that all meant, I stumble out my bedroom door, and into the hallway. My bedroom is just off of the living room...and our floor plan boasts an open living room and kitchen area. So I stumble out of the bedroom, dressed in what God gave me, turn down the "hallway" and immediately into the kitchen. This is a path I have taken literally hundreds of times before. Sometimes my journey ends when I get a drink...but sometimes I feel the urge to eat anything I can get my hands on. There have been mornings when I wake to realize the last yogurt cup has been eaten, or I had carrots or some other fresh fruit/veggie. Luckily I've never tried to actually cook something. (There's a recipe for disaster. Splattering grease, naked pregnant body...half asleep woman trapped in naked pregnant body...enough said.)

So there I am, in the kitchen. I stop at the refrigerator and get the chocolate milk out. I chug it for...well, I take a nice long drink. I replace the lid, say goodnight to my husband and walk back to the bedroom. Since Christmas, we've had a couple of rolls of wrapping paper behind our door that I need to take care of. So I get to the bedroom, and open the door. I apparently open it much harder then I had expected to, because the door bounced off the wrapping paper rolls, and back at me as I was walking through the door. The door hit me in the head, which fully woke me up. I turn around and from what I can see (because I don't have my glasses on and I'm nearly blind without them) hubby is desperately trying not to laugh at me. He asks if I'm OK...and all I can manage is "I walked into the door." I'm sure I sounded like a 3 year old whining to her daddy...but it hurt, and I was tired. I stood there rubbing my eyes for a few which point I turned and promptly walked into the door again.

It was at this point that I heard DH do that laugh that you can try to pass off as a sneeze. You know the one you do when you're trying really hard not to laugh. Yep, that's the one I hear from across the living room. I just walked into the bedroom and went back to bed. I'm sure my husband had a good laugh at my expense...and I'm sure it won't be the last time I walk into the door.

So, an update on the baby. We have an ultrasound tomorrow to find out if there's a girl or a boy in there. As many have seen, I keep saying "he", "him", and so on, but we don't know for sure. The baby has been super busy moving around in there and just being generally active. Throughout this pregnancy I've had issues with eating garlic, but have more recently added nearly any Italian food to the list. Especially red sauces...those give me horrible heartburn! The baby doesn't like these at all, and if I try to eat them, I swear he tries to get out through my belly button just to escape the food.

We went to court on Friday for the PBO. The judge granted it without hesitation. He said his daughter had to use a surrogate because she can't carry a pregnancy. It was kind of nice having a judge who understood the process and why we were there on a personal level.

Well, that's about it. I'll have a huge update tomorrow! (And I'll include pictures!)