Friday last week I reached the 20 weeks along mark. Today I have my second ultrasound. All last week this little sea monkey has been fidgeting and kicking and squirming all day long. Today it's been sleeping since around 8am after it woke me up. Go figure! It seems that as much as I go by the beat of my own drum, this little sea monkey goes by the beat of it's own as well. Oh what have I created?!?
Despite little sea monkey's slumber right now, I am still hoping today my husband and I get to see what we are having. I used to think I wouldn't find out til after it was born... however my husband is too excited to be a dad to wait it out. So for his sake I will let the technician let us know, and hopefully the prediction is correct!! I don't think I would be too please to find out it's one sex, and then 10 weeks later be told another.
Above everything else though I hope it's overall development is coming along okay. Ten fingers, ten toes, closed spine, heart inside it's chest. Not that there's any family history of complications... but if you're a mother you know what it's like, especially when you have a liking to watch the medical news or TLC. Plus might I add that I started my family this young for a reason, and that reason being healthier pregnancy.
Anyway, back to this ultrasound. Did you know you have to have a full bladder for one of these things? Do you know how hard it is for a pregnant woman to manage that comfortably?! "You must drink 32 ounces of liquid in a half hour the hour before your ultrasound." Gah! That means from now til about 2:15pm today I need to suck down 32 oz of water, drive to the clinic, and then hold it til after 3:15pm. Wonderful!
Either way, I can't wait to see my husband's face when he sees his baby on that screen. That will be the main highlight of my day, if not my week. Well, here's to hoping that baby feels like dancing to a drumbeat and I get that money shot!
Monday, January 28, 2013
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Blogacize.
Blog and Exercise.
1. Link to the person who tagged you. That would be East Side Professor for me.
2. Post these rules on your blog. (Check.)
3. Tell about your six quirks, see below.
4. Tag three bloggers to do the same.
Olive Joos
Simply Tiffany
Slice of Life Flavored Cheesecake
5. Leave them a comment to let them know you’ve tagged them.(Check.)
Six quirks about me? Well this might be a challenge.
1. I married my best friend on the morning of 12-12-12, then came to class. I picked that date because I'll kick him if he forgets that anniversary date. (I mean honestly, it's only two numbers!!!)
2. School is addicting for me. I am only taking the next two semesters off after I graduate with my Liberal Arts degree because my baby is due in June and I want to be a stay at home mom for it's first year. After that I'm coming right back here for a program! (Might I also add, working my butt off has paid off. I don't owe a dime in student loans.)
3. I cannot stand those that are lazy. I understand having a slow day, running out of energy, and getting worn down. I don't understand taking advantage of ones that help you when you are down and then bail on them when they are finding themselves in the same situation you were once in. I don't understand slumming around day in and day out when you have a potential to do something with yourself. I don't understand lack of independence.
4. Wasteful people also drive me insane. Throwing away an empty plastic water bottle? Walk the extra three feet to put it in the recycling. Accidentally printed off the wrong worksheet? Drop it in the recycling bin next to the copier instead of the waste basket. Blanket became nasty because your baby threw up on it? Wash it with hot water and soap. Dog needs a water dish because he dragged the first one off somewhere? Go out and find it, then use the same one instead of taking a new bowl out of the cupboards.
5. I don't like doctors, hospitals, or medication. I'd rather stay at home sick in bed sleeping then go to the place where everyone is sick is at. I'd rather drink lemon tea with honey then take Tamiful. I'd rather my nurse of a mother-in-law perform stitches on me then wait in the ER for over three hours. Call me crazy, I don't care.
6. I like my home space more than anything because it's mine. In my house and the surrounding 16 acres I am allowed to be left alone and to do what I want. I can read and do my homework in quiet. I can plant tons of pumpkins in my backyard for my nieces, not even in a straight row. I can let my dog out and not worry about someone fining me for him doing his business. I may have a mortgage but it's worth the peace of mind.
1. Link to the person who tagged you. That would be East Side Professor for me.
2. Post these rules on your blog. (Check.)
3. Tell about your six quirks, see below.
4. Tag three bloggers to do the same.
Olive Joos
Simply Tiffany
Slice of Life Flavored Cheesecake
5. Leave them a comment to let them know you’ve tagged them.(Check.)
Six quirks about me? Well this might be a challenge.
1. I married my best friend on the morning of 12-12-12, then came to class. I picked that date because I'll kick him if he forgets that anniversary date. (I mean honestly, it's only two numbers!!!)
2. School is addicting for me. I am only taking the next two semesters off after I graduate with my Liberal Arts degree because my baby is due in June and I want to be a stay at home mom for it's first year. After that I'm coming right back here for a program! (Might I also add, working my butt off has paid off. I don't owe a dime in student loans.)
3. I cannot stand those that are lazy. I understand having a slow day, running out of energy, and getting worn down. I don't understand taking advantage of ones that help you when you are down and then bail on them when they are finding themselves in the same situation you were once in. I don't understand slumming around day in and day out when you have a potential to do something with yourself. I don't understand lack of independence.
4. Wasteful people also drive me insane. Throwing away an empty plastic water bottle? Walk the extra three feet to put it in the recycling. Accidentally printed off the wrong worksheet? Drop it in the recycling bin next to the copier instead of the waste basket. Blanket became nasty because your baby threw up on it? Wash it with hot water and soap. Dog needs a water dish because he dragged the first one off somewhere? Go out and find it, then use the same one instead of taking a new bowl out of the cupboards.
5. I don't like doctors, hospitals, or medication. I'd rather stay at home sick in bed sleeping then go to the place where everyone is sick is at. I'd rather drink lemon tea with honey then take Tamiful. I'd rather my nurse of a mother-in-law perform stitches on me then wait in the ER for over three hours. Call me crazy, I don't care.
6. I like my home space more than anything because it's mine. In my house and the surrounding 16 acres I am allowed to be left alone and to do what I want. I can read and do my homework in quiet. I can plant tons of pumpkins in my backyard for my nieces, not even in a straight row. I can let my dog out and not worry about someone fining me for him doing his business. I may have a mortgage but it's worth the peace of mind.
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Why Write?
Writing can be fun. Writing can be relieving. Writing can be a pain.
It seems today that most of the things I write are filling in blanks on paper work and homework assignments. Lately in a psychology magazine I read an article that stated writing down the negative thoughts you were having and then throwing the paper away could be therapeutic. I had a councilor tell me the same thing once when I was having anger issues with someone I'd never have the pleasure of yelling at. But why write? Why sting letters and punctuation together to form thoughts into sentences that can be shown and decoded by others by reading? Writing is a great way to communicate and connect. If you can read and I can read then both of us can write letters to each other and have some kind of conversation. Books can allow us to escape inside a world that cost no money to get to, just maybe some eye strain and a good light source.
Writing is what it is, and I think why not write?
It seems today that most of the things I write are filling in blanks on paper work and homework assignments. Lately in a psychology magazine I read an article that stated writing down the negative thoughts you were having and then throwing the paper away could be therapeutic. I had a councilor tell me the same thing once when I was having anger issues with someone I'd never have the pleasure of yelling at. But why write? Why sting letters and punctuation together to form thoughts into sentences that can be shown and decoded by others by reading? Writing is a great way to communicate and connect. If you can read and I can read then both of us can write letters to each other and have some kind of conversation. Books can allow us to escape inside a world that cost no money to get to, just maybe some eye strain and a good light source.
Writing is what it is, and I think why not write?
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