15 weeks!

Yahoo!

Honestly, it's all about the countdown to mid March for me now. My next OB appointment, my next opportunity to hear Lil G's heart, my next blood draw, and the big U/S are all within a one-week span. It's all I can do to watch the days tick down and get me closer. I feel like everything is on hold until then. I'm sitting and waiting and hoping and growing terribly impatient.

Today I wore my first maternity shirt to work. I don't think anyone knows it's a maternity shirt since I'm not really filling out the flowy stomach area, but when I look in the mirror, I look hilarious. And old. I have no clue why, but me wearing maternity wear makes me feel ancient. It's just so odd to me. But it's that or looking like an overstuffed heffer in my regular fitted clothing, and that is not happening.

Other than that, not too much is new. Headaches are a new daily occurance, and they kinda can hit the road if it was up to me. As if getting from 3 pm to 5 was hard before, now I have to do so with pain and blurry eyes. I'm still not getting the sleeping thing down yet either. I'm hoping in time I'll just be so exausted that I'll pass out, but it's yet to happen.

I'm thinking I might post another bump pic sometime this week. It's been a month, and while I'm not really huge, I can def see some changes. Instead of a puffy pouch, it's more defined now. I'll see if I can get the hubs to capture me a good shot tonight.

Let's talk about sex

No, not the kind that got me into this situation in the first place. The sex of Lil G!

We finally booked the big U/S -- March 27. Which seems ages away. Eons, even. Of course, it's five weeks, which in the grand scheme is nothing. But screw the grand scheme. I want to know!

I want the baby to have a name. I want to start picking out clothes and nursery items. I want to refrain from calling the baby "it."

Let's play a game. Comment with your most creative suggestion for ways for me to pass the time between now and the U/S. Best idea gets ... I dunno. I'll think of something.

14 weeks!

Seems I'm getting into a habit of posting every Tuesday as I hit another week marker. Unfort, there's not much to report in the in betweens. And I'm not complaining about that. This has been an easy pregnancy thus far, and I'm going to knock on wood for the remainder of the day that it stays that way.

Last night was our 14 weeks appointment and we finally got to hear Lil G's heart beat. I was worried, of course, and one of DH's friends had warned him that it could take awhile to find it, so he was a little anxious, too. But the NP found the baby in like 30 seconds. 148 BMP, loud and clear. Well, as clear as a doppler can be. Who knew whooshing would be so lovely? Everything else looks right on, so we have our next appointment at 18 weeks.

I also received the script to call and schedule our anatomy U/S for around the same time, and I'm already getting to excited for it. DH, well, he's like a kid who is starting the countdown to Christmas. I so want to know what Lil G is, and start moving forward with a name and a nursery for him/her, but I'm worried they won't be able to tell! I know two people who I work with that were told they were having girls, only to welcome little boys into the world 20 weeks later. I know there's a decent chance the tech will be able to tell, no prob, but I'm going to make them sign an affidavid that if they are not like 94 percent sure, they won't say anything. I'd rather join Team Green than have a so-so diagnosis. Can you imagine? Eeks.

I've lifted the popular baby blog survey that's been going around and think I'll start using it, too. I mean, why suffer through my rambeling when you can get the facts, quick and dirrrty? :)

How far along? 14 weeks

Total weight gain/loss: Back to my pre-preg weight, woot!

Maternity clothes? Not yet. Rocking the Bella Band with pride.

Stretch marks? Nope. Stay away!

Sleep: I'm having some issues here. I'm no longer supposed to sleep on my back, and getting used to the new side position is not going well. I keep shifted and rolling and I cannot get comfy. And then when I finally pass out, I wake up an hour later - on my back. And the whole process repeats. Blah.

Best moment this week: Hearing Lil G's heart beat, and seeing DH's face while he listened to it.

Movement: Nothing yet.

Food cravings: I needed a Quarter Pounder with Cheese yesterday. It's the first grease I have craved since getting pregnant, so I took it as a good sign and indulged.

Gender: We'll find out soon!

Labor signs: Lord no.

Belly button in or out? Still in.

What I miss: For the first time, I missed wine this week.

What I am looking forward to: First movements, getting a bump that doesn't look like fat.

Weekly wisdom: If you throw up within the first 5 minutes of waking up, the rest of the day is a cake walk.

Milestones: Hearing the heart beat.

13 weeks!

Peace out, first tri. Whew.

Sadly, my dream of waking up this week to a clear face, no nausea, and increased energy has yet to come true. In fact, my previous symptoms have now been joined by buddies round ligament and gas pain. Not too fun, but what can ya do? Aside from complain about it on your blog?

In a desperate effort to help my poor, obliterated face, I ordered the pregnancy acne relief face wash/mask from Belli Skin Care last night. It seems to have helped others, and since nothing on the shelf at Walgreens has done a lick of good, why the heck not? Cross your fingers with me on this one.

I am loving my other recent pregnancy purchase -- Bella Bands. Everyone sings their praises and now you can add my voice to the choir. I am so much more confortable, and when I get changed at night, I no longer have those red gashes across my waist. And when you eat for two (or maybe three) at lunch, you don't feel like an overstuffed sausage. Hoorah!

Coming up: our 14 weeks appointment is this coming Monday, and we should be able to hear Lil G's thumper on the doppler. God willing. Also, Mom is taking me maternity clothing shopping next weekend. I'm pretty sure most things we get will still be big on me, as I'm not sporting a real big bump yet, but I like the idea of having something so when the morning comes, I don't have to wear a sheet to work. I think my coworkers will appreciate that.

12 weeks - and the world knows

Well, a small percentage of the world, but you know what I mean.

This weekend we finally we able to bestow the precious T-shirts on the grandparents. Since my MIL was at home recuperating from her surgery, we sent the shirts over wrapped up as a get well gift. My parents we told in person, dropping gift bags on their laps during the Super Bowl pre-game show. All four were thrilled, especially the moms. From there we told the aunt and uncles-to-be, then close friends as we have seen them. Both works found out today. It's been a bit of a snow ball effect, but it is such a relief to just have it out there finally. No more lame lies, no more holding file folders in front of my bloat as I walk to a meeting. We are having a baby. Yea!

I'm still feeling well and still eating 16-year-old boy training for the Boston Marathon. There is nothing I can do to stop my stomach's rage...even two hours without food sends me into the shakes. My desk drawers are going to have to be stocked at all times. And no one else can touch. Mine!!!