Sep
18
Oh, Baby!
by Leslie
I had my ultrasound and yep! There’s a baby in there. See?
Baby Grimmett is measuring about 5 days younger than we expected, but looked just perfect. We heard the heartbeat – a strong and steady 162 beats per minute. And there was only one. Dave asked. Twice.
“And you’re sure there aren’t two in there?”
The ultrasound tech was sure. She printed off some pictures – one for the doctor, one for me and one for Julia, the proudest big sister the world has ever known. She’s carrying her picture in her backpack.
When the doctor came in to look over the ultrasound results, Julia approached her and asked, “So, you gonna pull that baby out now?” The doctor told her that the baby had a lot more growing to do. Julia was only mildly disappointed.
I feel such relief now that I’ve seen our little guy. Or girl. It could be a girl. But, I’ll admit. When I saw that ultrasound, I immediately believed it was a boy. I could be wrong. Julia thinks I’m wrong. I guess we’ll see.
I think it’s amazing that such a teeny, tiny, itty, bitty baby has been making me so incredibly ill. I was expecting to see twins or a giant mega super-big baby or at least something more like this:
Thankfully, our baby doesn’t seem to resemble Satan at all, but the nurse told me it’s still pretty early to rule it out. Then, she handed me my prescriptions for Phenergan (for my nausea) and Lactulose (to help me poop) and I danced out the door with my family and we enjoyed a car ride home reminiscent of the scene in Tommy Boy
Yeah. It was a pretty good day.
Sep
17
Great Expectations
by Leslie
I have my first ultrasound tomorrow and it’s all I can think about. My family and I have been discussing what we hope and expect to see tomorrow. We have narrowed it down to the following possiblities:
1. A baby.
2. Two babies.
3. Something with a tail, horns and a pitchfork.
I’ll let you all know how it turns out.
Sep
15
Plastic
by Leslie
I’m such a cheater. I didn’t even take this picture. My dear friend Wendy did. (Thanks Wen!) It’s from her daughter Casey’s second birthday party. (You should check out the My Mommy’s Place Photo Of The Month Archives. Casey has a cute picture in there. She’s August 2007.) Anyhoo…I chose this because of all the, you know, plastic around Julia.
It was either that or my lawnmower because, “IT’S GOT A PLASTIC FLYWHEEL!” And if you know what movie that is from and it makes you laugh, we were made to be best friends. If you guess the movie right in the comments, if you’d like, I’ll send you a My Mommy’s Place Cool Kids bumper sticker for free!
Sep
14
The Things You Do For Love
by Leslie
A conversation this morning:
“Wow, Leslie. It looks like you’ve lost weight. How’d you do it?”
“I got pregnant.”
I’m not sure how much weight I’ve lost. I’ve got one less chin, so however much that would be. There’s nothing like constant nausea and fear of pooping to keep the food out of your mouth.
I know. You’re probably tired of these posts where I whine about how sick I feel, but seriously kids. This is my life right now. No matter what is going on, I can pretty much guarantee, I am fighting the urge to vomit.
I seem to have a few golden hours every afternoon where I feel like eating, where I’m actually hungry and feel as if I could swallow something. Today, I was hungry for buffalo chicken. Not just hungry. Voracious. For buffalo chicken smothered in bleu cheese. And so my husband said, “What my wife wants, she gets!”
And we took off for some buffalo chicken. We arrived at my favorite buffalo chicken selling establishment and made an order. By the time it arrived, I couldn’t look at it, let alone think of eating it. So, I sipped lemonade and envied the people around me having lunch. Lucky, lucky people and their ability to eat.
This morning all day sickness is awful and wonderful at the same time. While it feels terrible, it is a good sign that the pregnancy is going well. Although eating is difficult right now, it hasn’t stopped my abdomen from growing. It feels bigger. It’s probably just “bowel distention” I’m told. I like to believe it’s my amazing ability to grow people in there.
The hardest part of being sick for me, though, is missing out on things with Julia. I’m there, but I’m not there like I was before. I’m distracted. I have less energy.
When I got pregnant I thought, “I’ve got nine months for just Jules and me. We’re gonna live it up. Just me and my girl. It’s gonna be special.” But it’s not like that at all. This baby is already asking more of me than I expected. And so soon.
Don’t ever let people fool you into the idea that you aren’t a mother until that baby is born. It simply isn’t true.
But, Julia is an amazing kid. She’s taking it all in stride and seems quite proud of herself for being such a big helper. She made the bed for me, yesterday. I never asked. It’s something we usually do together. She took it upon herself to make the bed and was so proud to show me, “Look what I did for you!”
And last night SHE tucked ME in. Then, she brought me my What To Expect When You’re Expecting
Sep
13
At Least It’s Not About Morning Sickness
by Leslie
I think Burning Love by Elvis Presley just may be the greastest song on earth. It makes me want to jump on a giant trampoline and then dance down the street with all my neighbors, kinda like the big We Go Together dance number at the end of Grease
NO!
Actually, it’s hotter.
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