Surprise!

So I was completely honored and suprised yesterday to learn that my colleagues had put together a small baby shower for me. I was completely duped and had no idea whatsoever.
After school, I was led to the science room supposedly to pick out some relevant and age appropriate materials for my class. Well I was very surprised as there were no science materials in sight. Instead, a table of presents! a room filled with cheery people! and a table of delicious food!

I am appreciative of all the thoughts, presents and efforts that went into making the surprise a success. I am most excited though about handmade blankies and the very generous giftcard to babies r us.

This weekend Greg and I will sit down and start writing some thank you cards!

Week 27

I think my dear friend nausea is making a comeback and I am not too excited about our reunion.

Other things that are bothering me this week

my low back

occasionally intense leg cramps

occasional difficulty finding a comfortable sleep position

I resorted to wearing one of Greg's t-shirts yesterday. But, hey, if the shirt fits....

And i think I have felt the very first practice contractions, not joyful

Things I am happy about or looking forward to:

Greg and I finally agreed on and ordered the bureau for baby's room

meeting our little sweetie

watching greg as he feels the baby kick. his whole face just lights up

prenatal massage!

Wow!

i just looked at the baby counter on my very own blog and there is now less than 100 days until the due date!

Also there are 43 school days left in the school year after April vacation.....

26 weeks and counting

The today is the start of the 26th week of my first pregnancy. Time is going by both slowly and quickly. 26 weeks on one hand is great ( hooray, I have made it this far!) and on the other hand it's still a long haul from here ( 14 weeks to go?!?!?! are you serious? blah)

Here is what has been going on.

1) The job-share deadline came and went at school and my dim-witted principal was still unwilling to budge on the matter. At that point, I was forced to make a decision. I could either 1) transfer to a new position and take some time off in September, which I am sure would make a new principal really happy 2) try to job-share outside of my building with someone I don't know or 3) take the whole 2010-2011 school year for a maternity leave. I did not want to be in a new building/new position and be a new mom all at the same time. It feels overwhelming just writing it down, never mind actually doing it. I also believe that teachers who don't start their classrooms off in September face an uphill battle when they do return. So, I will be at home with my delightful daughter for the first year.

I think it is a blessing that I will fully appreciate later on. In the meantime, I have had to wrestle with some issues of identity. Greg has been fully and amazingly supportive though and in no way has pushed me towards one thing or another. We don't know yet what will happen after that year is over but we don't have to know that right now.

2) I have been having some ,uh okay, a lot of difficulty sleeping. The last three nights have been brutal. I go to bed early (around 830 or 9) and sleep soundly until sometime after 11 and then I am up every hour or less for some reason or another, but mostly because I can't seem to get comfortable. This is school vacation week though so hopefully I can catch up a little here and there throughout the day.

3) We are waiting on the delivery of the baby's crib.

4) Last weekend I decided that my clothes werent fitting right! Surprise! I bought a few more skirts and a few short sleeve shirts. Of course the weather this week has not been conducive to wearing those clothes. I even went so far as to try on maternity pants but those were awful and stupid so they stayed at the store. On a final note about clothes, I decided on Friday that my jeans were "hugging me too much"

Stay tuned for more updates!

Almost 24 weeks update!

Last Friday I went to an appointment with the midwife. When the nurse gave me the cup to pee in, I took into the bathroom. I did my business and turned around there was the cup, empty with my name on it. I've been going to the Ob/Gyn office now for nearly 6 months and every time they ask me to pee in the cup. I couldn't believe that I forgot! The nurse reassured me and said that sometimes it just happens and that I could go before I left.

I sat on the exam table waiting for the midwife. And then eventually I was a little uncomfortable so I decided to lay down, just for a few minutes. I have no idea how much time went by, but I do know that I woke up from a sound sleep when the midwife came in! I was a little embarrassed yet again, but she said she sees it all the time and that I was sleeping because I needed to.

Anyway, I have actually gained weight! I am up a full five pounds from my pre-pregnancy weight. I never would have imagined that those 5 pounds can make such a difference in the way I feel. It is only 5 pounds after all and most people fluctuate in their weight anyways. Some days I feel better than others. Some days I just simply feel ginormous.

Next visit will include gestational diabetes testing and an injection of Rogan. Rogan is a medication given to women with my blood type (o negative) in the event that the baby's blood comes in contact with mine. Without the medicine, my body will immediately start to produce antibodies and try to reject the baby. Future children are more at risk than the current one apparently. I keep saying to Greg that any siblings of this baby will be adopted, but I guess the injection is to err on the side of caution, you know, just in case.

The weather is finally getting warm and dry enough for skirts and dresses. I am so comfortable today in a long sleeved purple t shirt dress that I am nearly tempted to draw a huge smiley face on belly! The baby is very active. I am beginning to feel movements in two places at the same time as well as occasional hiccups. I still don't really like it when people touch my belly, and I like it even less when its someone I don't even have a close relationship with, like the lunch lady at school.

Oh yeah, and since I work with a bunch of older women, they apparently feel entitled or obligated to comment daily on my changing body. Here are some of the latest comments from this week at school: " Oh, you are starting to fill out" "Hey you are really starting to show", "Oh...(silent awkward pause) WOW". And from my principal "Wow, you really cannot deny it now". So I am almost 6 months pregnant, my body should be changing. The comments are uncomfortable to receive because I certainly would not talk to the majority of these people about my body otherwise. I don't make comments about their bodies: " Hmm it looks like your double chin has turned into a triple, do you mind if I touch it?" or " hey thanks for commenting on my changing appearance yet again. I noticed it looks like you have gained more weight than I have, how is that going for you?" Those would be inappropriate comments, right?

Anywyay, Greg and I are off for a romantic weekend! Happy Easter!

Yes, I am ( )....

Parenthesis. Many of the people I work with do not say the word "pregnant" because it has bad social implications in their culture. In the last week or so people who have wanted to inquire about my status have looked at me, pointed and made parenthesis with their hands. This avoidance of the word strikes me as hilarious. I told a gesturing colleague that I wanted to be an exclamation point, but it was already taken so I had to be the parenthesis. I told someone else that I didn't want to appear confused all the time, so I didn't pick a question mark. Humor is apparently for my benefit only as these jokes appear to get lost in translation.

Someone else refrained from the gesture and asked if I had something growing. Probably super inappropriate on my part, but I said, yes I do I have a mass growing rapidly inside of me. She apologized profusely and all I could do was laugh. I told her she didn't need to apologize and that I did not have a something, but a someONE growing inside of me.

My principal says that I am with child. I find this phrase funny too. I wonder if in a few weeks or months, instead of parenthesis I will be more { } or even [ ]. Stay tuned for pregnancy-related humor, updates, and what not.

22 weeks, also known as 5 1/2 months

That means that we have about 3 1/2 months to go. We still have a lot of work to do. But our little baby will at least have a crib to sleep in, it should arrive in another two weeks or so. Time is going by quickly and sometimes I am overwhelmed by all that we have left to do.

A few quick updates:

I am home sick. I spent a lot of time this past weekend around a lot of my allergens (cats, dogs, and scented candles) but I cant take the medicine right now. I am hoping that the sickness is just my body being slow to recover from the allergic situation. I feel guilty about missing yet another day of work since I was out so long but I can't drag myself in there and hang out with no heat all day long when I already don't feel well. Aside from the current respiratory ailments, I am feeling okay.

I am still eating fairly frequently and have my monthly check-up/ weigh in this coming Friday. I am still taking the anti-vomiting medicine. I would like to try to not take it but I don't want to vomit either. So far I am able to manage the heartburn by taking one extra strength chewable pepcid per day. I feel large.

Speaking of large, I bought a new pillow that is supposed to support both my back and my belly. It is a lot bigger than I thought. Greg describes it as an anti-husband pillow. I have been trying it out for almost a week now. I am not sleeping necessarily any better with it than I was without it. I think I like the idea of it more than I actually like the pillow the itself.

The baby is increasingly more active and the kicks/punches are stronger. Most of the time, I like the feeling of the baby moving inside of me. Greg certainly loves when he can feel the kicks and punches. Sometimes it makes me uncomfortable, but it would be worse if the baby wasn't moving.