Ok, so I've decided that this is going to be a mostly pictorial post. We all like pictures don't we?
Yea, fist pump!!
Baby agrees with mama that pictorial post is way to go. :)
Baby daddy & I went to check out baby stuff and you better believe it, we parked in the reserved parking spot for expectant moms. It was glorious. The parking space, not so much the wandering aimlessly/cluelessly in a baby store. I've NEVER, in my 30+ years of life, struggled while shopping until I walked into Babies R Us. Other than diapers, neither one of us had heard of half the stuff these stores carry. Diaper genie? Here's my kid's dirty diaper, now grant me my wish?!
Flowers from hubby.
Just thought they were so unique.
This one time, I went to the urgent care center for an inhaler and ended up in the emergency room. Sometime towards the end of the 1st trimester, I experienced chest pains and had trouble breathing. Thinking it was my body adjusting to altitude after a trip to Florida but wanting to be cautious, hubby and I went to the local urgent care. I will spare you all the boring details of our all night ordeal, but after seeing an incompetent doctor at urgent care, I was sent to the ER where I was further probed, tested, and evaluated by the over cautious doctors and nurse practitioners until they concluded that everything was fine & sent us on our merry way with an inhaler. Moving on. . .
. . .Banana bread.
Hubby brought home a big ole bag of bananas to bake. Kinda funny how he asks for it too. "Oh, the bananas were going bad so I thought you might like to make your famous banana bread." Ok hubby, let me put on my little apron & Suzy homemaker hat and whip up some banana bread real quick. Actually, I don't mind at all. I've neglected cooking or baking (ok, so any household chores) during the 1st trimester so I owe it to my hubs whose been picking up the slack. Besides, baking is a stress relief for me and I'm just glad I have my energy back to make something.
Glorious 84 cent slices of New York Style pizza.
A local pizza joint was celebrating their anniversary with throwback prices so we treated ourselves to a few mega slices one evening. I'm usually not a big pizza eater but baby didn't seem to mind. Now that I think about it, I've probably eaten more pizza while pregnant than I normally do. Hmm, I'm pretty sure the baby isn't part Italian. Maybe I should check with the mailman. Just kidding, hubs. :P
Yummm, watermelon. Not sure if it's a true pregnancy craving or something I just wanted over the summer. Either way, it was delicious and I took a picture.
Before you think this is turning into a food blog, let me explain the above picture. Hubs has been doing all the cooking while I've been "baking the bun in the oven" so a very generous friend of ours from Church prepared us a chicken dinner (pictured). This woman should win mother of the century. She has 4 beautiful children ranging from ages 3 to 13 with different food allergies/dietary restrictions, and health issues. In order to feed her family, she raises her own chickens, grows her own fruits/veggies, fishes, and hunts for game. Oh, did I mention that she home schools her children and brings her family down to volunteer with hubby's office once a week? Yea, I think she might be wonder woman. Despite her already busy/hectic schedule, she wanted to make us dinner so that hubs could have a night off of cooking. Really, it should have been the other way around! On another occasion, she baked us an apple pie and already offered to watch our baby free of charge. Her joy is contagious and she's offered so much support for us materially, emotionally, and spiritually. I hope we can find a way to repay her somehow.
Speaking of generosity, people have been so incredibly generous to us this past year. I should write a whole blog post on how giving people have been to us. We celebrated our 1 year wedding anniversary last month and the number of people that remembered our anniversary really surprised us. We received calls, cards, and gifts from all over. A law school friend and bridesmaid of mine sent the above pictured card and baby's first onesie (at least I don't think she meant for either hubby or me to fit into it). My mom gave us $200 to go out to dinner and hubby's parents sent $60 for ice cream (oh, ice cream, they know their way to a pregnant woman's heart!). The Bishop who presided over our wedding happened to be in town for a conference a few days before our anniversary so we met up and he treated us to dinner. On the eve of our anniversary, our Church Pastor treated us to a musical. For our 1st anniversary, hubby woke me up with a basket of gifts. We exchanged gifts, mostly consisting of paper goods, then headed to Church where hubby had put in our anniversary as the Mass intention. We spent the day together going to brunch, eating our 1 year anniversary cake, and watching our wedding video at home. We continued celebrating our love by going to dinner at a fondue restaurant the next day. . .we joked that it was our longest dinner to date (3+ hours!) & hope that we love being in each other's presence for the rest of our lives.
^Not our 1 year anniversary cake but still delicious.
A piece of red velvet cake (my favorite) hubby brought home for me.
Bagpipers starting off the Great American Beer Festival
Hubby and I volunteer at the GABF as responsible pourers of beer for breweries each year. Last year, we missed out because we were on our honeymoon but this year, we volunteered and managed to drag hubby's cousin into slavery volunteering. We, well, hubby and his cousin, poured for a brewer from Chicago who specialized in botanical beers. It was a great time but such a different experience being at a beer festival while pregnant (read, sober). I did take the smallest sip known to man of the beers we were pouring. . .hey, gotta know what I'm serving.
See, baby is all good.
Isn't he/she a cutie? I always thought it was weird when people looked at ultrasound pictures and thought the creepy fuzzy white/black alien looking figure in the image was cute. But now I get it. Our baby wiggles around a lot so the ultrasound tech had a hard time getting good images. Like father like baby? Our baby also refused to put his/her arm down so we could only see part of the face. Baby is already letting us know whose boss.
Profile of baby at 20 weeks
By the way, my mom says the baby looks like a boy. Ok, mom! Haha.
We decided not to find out the sex of the baby. 50/50 chance it's a boy or a girl. Funny how it's driving people around us crazy but we don't mind not knowing. I have to say though, initially, I thought we were having a girl but the way this baby is kicking and moving around, I'm starting to lean towards boy. Either way, we love this baby so much already. I kinda feel bad that hubby can't experience the kicks but then again, he doesn't have to experience the morning sickness, vomiting, and weight gain that comes along with the pregnancy so it's kinda fair. Hubs has felt a few kicks but overall, the normally very active baby stops moving when daddy puts his hand on my stomach. . .maybe his touch is calming? It's amazing how protective we are over this baby already. . .hope we aren't some crazy overprotective first time parents once the baby is born.
I interrupt this blog post with a very important PSA. Get out & VOTE!
Hubs thought it was funny we put our ballots in our trick-or-treat bucket.
23 weeks and 17 more to go!
I "popped" and became more noticeably pregnant at about 20 weeks. The pregnancy belly kind of came out of nowhere. Don't get me wrong, I was steadily gaining weight and not fitting into my clothes for weeks but at around 20 weeks, my pregnancy was harder to hide. The receptionist at the office I was working at stopped and said to me, "I have to ask you something." Though I was there for about a month by then, she said she didn't notice and until one random day she noticed my "popped" belly. To her relief, I confirmed my pregnancy so she didn't have to worry about asking me if I was pregnant when I wasn't.
At our last doctor's appointment, my blood pressure was reading high and my hands/feet were swollen so the doctor had me get tested for pre-eclampsia. What you see above is not orange juice or tide laundry detergent but an empty container for 24 hour urine collection. TMI? Ah, well. You know, these doctors are so worried about medial malpractice lawsuits they are too over cautious I think. Maybe it's better to be safe than sorry? The evening of said appointment, hubs got into a situation with a parking attendant in front of the office I was working at at the time and was in a really foul mood when he picked me up. This along with driving in circles looking for the doctor's office, which we had been to before, must have raised my blood pressure. Not sure where the swelling came from but it's mysteriously gone down a lot. My right butt pain that I've been experiencing was confirmed as common/normal by my doctor and mom friends. It too is gone now but it was the oddest and funniest thing. Anyway, doctor called me the other day to confirm that all is fine and I do not have pre-eclampsia. Doctor did say to monitor my blood pressure & I've been teasing hubby about my blood pressure whenever I ask him to do something he doesn't want to. Next up, chugging orange drink for the glucose test. Hope all is fine there as well.
Whose belly is growing faster?
Notice my shoes? Those are the only pair of shoes I can wear comfortably right now. Therefore, whether it's after Labor Day or whether it matches my outfit, I've got them on my feet. That, or flip flops but I can't wear flip flops all the time. . .especially to work. Hubby treated me to a pair of boots over the weekend. With my swollen legs and feet, I was shocked that I actually fit into boots. . .even if they are one whole size bigger than my normal size.
Yesterday's texts between hubby and I
I get these weekly updates about the progress of the pregnancy and baby's growth. The updates usually includes a size comparison of the baby with a fruit/vegetable. One week, the baby was the size of a lemon and another week, the baby was the size of a head of broccoli. Well, this week, I received an email saying that our baby was the size of a rutabaga. What?! Who writes these things? Could they find a more obscure fruit/veggie?
Alright, well I think this post was long enough. Besides, I've run out of pictures. I'm using these next few days off work to sleep in, catch up with some friends, and take more pictures so I can update this nifty little blog that nobody reads.
O'H kay bye~!
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