Thursday, January 29, 2009

Officially 16 weeks

Not quite halfway through and feelin groovy. Except for the continued, daunting, and irrational feeling that there is really nothing in there. That I am simply letting myself go because I think there is something in there...but in reality I am simply growing a chocolate gut! I really don't understand why this idea won't go away, but I am assured that it is a normal feeling. Perhaps when the little bambino's movements can actually be felt, it may not be so easy to think nothing is actually there.

We are officially signed up for daycare. Play Haven, watch out come September. I cannot give any guarantees about this on-the-way Julius/Zinniel. Finding a daycare was way more stressful than I thought it was going to be. After weeding out the ones Oprah couldn't afford, you are then left with choosing the least scary option. I am happy with our decision. It has been clean and well staffed each time we visited, and the babies there were happy and bouncy. They also do artwork with the babies, and teach them sign language. I am interested to see both in action, but that may be looking a bit too far in the future. Perhaps I should work on growing this thing and getting it out of me...hmmm...not nearly as fun as thinking about baby artwork.

I am thinking we maybe need to get going on the whole nursery thing. As of now, the room is about 8 degrees colder than the rest of the house. Currently it's main purpose is housing the beer fridge. Hey, don't judge, we have matured by leaps and bounds. At least at this house we are using the small fridge for beer and the big one for food...can't say that much for the last house. Anyway, moving the beer fridge is just the beginning, unless we plan on having a stumbley, slurry baby. Beyond that I am thinking we may have to make some decisions about colors and decor and stuff. This may be a problem as my decision making ability has declined to that of a four year old choosing what candy they want at the gas station. I'd say more than half the stuff on Etsy is stuff I would totally want to have in there...Kari, put on your patient pants!

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Not the hottest I have ever felt...

So I am sitting here at my desk, when I realize my stomach feels cold. I look down to see a horrific site. My sweater is bunched up above my stomach, the tank top underneath has accomplished the same maneuver. The Bella Band has rolled down. Now what does this leave you ask? I will tell you. A gut. Sticking out. Like a fat man that doesn't feel the breeze on his plumber's crack, I was sitting here with my "bump" hanging out. H-O-T.

Now I think this wouldn't have been so bad if my bump was what every person wants it to be...a cute little ball looking thing sitting-up alert and ready to be adored. What they don't tell you is that is not what happens at first. Not in the slightest. What you get at first is a gut. No other way to describe it. I like to call mine the "Oh my God I have to pee and why did eat that burrito after being at The Pub all night?" look. It's a hot look.

Needless to say, I am looking forward to when this bump of mine will look not quite so gut-like. I am sure at that point I will be big enough that I will be longing for the gut days, but right now? Not so much.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Oh the hormones!

I seriously didn't think I was going to be all that affected by the hormones. I don't know why I thought I would be the chosen one that wouldn't have to deal with such things, but I did. Wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. It's not the screaming from one extreme emotion to another feeling that I expected. It is more like what I think depression would be like. I could cry at the drop of a hat. Anytime, anywhere. Frustration comes way faster than it did before. And I am often crabby for no reason. Or give me a reason. I dare ya. It won't take much!

All that being said, the crabbiness doesn't really last all that long. But, unfortunately for Travis, it is rather unpredictable. Things that wouldn't set me off in the past are now a huge deal. I figure once he learns how to read minds we will be all set.

Upside to the hormones? Holy freaking boobs Batman! I am defintely feeling a bit Dolly Parton-esque. And I really don't understand how people with big boobs deal with them. Crossing my arms is an adventure! Maybe I'll ask Meatloaf for advice.

My how quickly they grow up!

When I first found out about this whole growing a baby thing I found this super cool website. The information is handy and quick to read without a ton of medical jargon, so my ever shrinking brain can understand what's going on.

The best part about that website is the objects it uses to give you a relative idea of how big the baby is. When I first found out, my little alien was the size of a chocolate sprinkle...hence the blog title. Now it is the length of a Kit Kat. Mmmmm Kit Kat. Big moves baby, big moves.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Let's just start from the beginning, shall we?

Around August, Travis and I had a talk about babies. Do we want one? What does one do with such a thing? How in the name of Sweet Baby Jesus would a health professional allow us to leave a hospital with one?

We decided that although we could come up with a zillion reasons (both rational and irrational) that having a kid would change our lives dramatically, the change would be a good change. Now, this is kinda funny that I would come to this decision as change of any sort tends to scare the bejeezus right out of me. So we decide no more pills. We won't stress about it...if it happens it happens, if it doesn't it doesn't. Funny thing about not taking the pills that are designed to stop you from getting pregnant...

Moving right along to November 14th. I am happily sitting at my desk trying to work while Kari is hounding me about taking a pregnancy test, especially before the weekend of Badger/Gopher Football Game Debauchery. I finally fold and tell her I will waste the $10 at Walgreens. I am positive I am not pregnant, I am way too PMSy to be pregnant! Ha! Not 30 seconds after I pee on this stick that tells me it will take up to 5 minutes to register do I see it. The word I thought I was never in a million years going to see. Pregnant. Right there on that little screen. Weekend plans have officially been changed.

A little recommendation to anyone taking a pregnancy test: Don't pee alone! The second I saw that word on that stick, I almost passed out. All of sudden the reality of a discussion months ago came crashing into my head like a runaway truck. And the only one there to witness? Aiden. Poor little dog. I am sure she was a bit confused as to why her mommy came out of the bathroom crying about how much her sweet doggie's life was going to change.

Travis came home and was super excited. I on the other hand cried, a lot. And freaked out, a lot. Not that this wasn't what we had decided we wanted mind you. It was just that it was here...that horrible thing that makes my skin crawl....change. And so began my 9 months of drinking water and always being the DD.