This evening after telling Brandon how much weight I have gained so far during this pregnancy...he gave me a lovely gift. After he got over the initial shock and scooped his jaw up off the floor, he replied with (I love this part), "I would have guessed about 18 pounds."
My God, I love my husband! Seriously. This is not a joke...it was the nicest thing I have heard in a long time. I told Brandon that statement was better than receiving flowers any day. He made a mental note that this was a good statement (only to be used at the end of a pregnancy, of course) and he would use it again next time. Such a good man!!! Made my day!
Do they have to weigh me at every visit? Obviously they can tell by looking at me that I am NOT underweight. They can also probably tell that I have gotten bigger since the last visit (even though it was just 7 days ago. Will this growing EVER END?). Can't we call it a day on those simple facts? Apparently not.
I also realized today, while leaving yet another urine sample that I am very judgemental of the other urine left in the box. Seriously people.....drink a glass of water. Do yourself, your body, and possibly your unborn child a favor and have a minimum of 8oz of water....please. Because that tang-looking sample you have left is making me want to vomit. Fine....call me a urine snob. I don't care. But, I would be happy for any stranger to see my extremely light yellow urine hanging out in the box. Please note....it's marked "Lauren".
This blog has really gone to a whole new level. And not in a good way.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Whale Songs......
I am huge. Like a whale. HUGE. And tired.
Even before getting pregnant I wasn't a great sleeper. I can fall asleep faster than anyone you know, but I generally wake up in the middle of the night. Once I wake up, the struggle begins.
Mind you, my above sleep problems were PRIOR to getting pregnant. They have not improved. People say stuff like "Oh, this is just preparing you for when you have a baby." I hate those people (not really....that's just "Tired Lauren" talking).
These days I wake up 30 times a night to go to the bathroom. I recognize this is normal and complaining about this won't get me much sympathy.....as all pregnant women experience this. I simply wish I was a better side-sleeper. Since becoming HUGE, it's important to sleep on my side all the time with a giant pillow between my knees.
I often wonder what Brandon thinks about the noises I make as I switch from my left side to my right in the middle of the night. I call them my "whale songs", but they could more accurately be described as disheveled grunts and moans. Followed by heavy panting....because obviously I am worn out from having to move my core 6 inches from one direction to the other.
Although Brandon may be accustomed to hearing my nightly whale songs, last night I came upon a new discovery. I can no longer make the shift from one side to another in one swift move. Nope....I am so freaking large I have to stop, on my back, in the middle.....regroup.....then continue to the other side. I am saddened by this new development. It means I have reached a status even beyond whale. I don't know what that status might be....but it's quite large. I am a large, sleep deprived creature.
Who said pregnancy wasn't beautiful?!
Even before getting pregnant I wasn't a great sleeper. I can fall asleep faster than anyone you know, but I generally wake up in the middle of the night. Once I wake up, the struggle begins.
Mind you, my above sleep problems were PRIOR to getting pregnant. They have not improved. People say stuff like "Oh, this is just preparing you for when you have a baby." I hate those people (not really....that's just "Tired Lauren" talking).
These days I wake up 30 times a night to go to the bathroom. I recognize this is normal and complaining about this won't get me much sympathy.....as all pregnant women experience this. I simply wish I was a better side-sleeper. Since becoming HUGE, it's important to sleep on my side all the time with a giant pillow between my knees.
I often wonder what Brandon thinks about the noises I make as I switch from my left side to my right in the middle of the night. I call them my "whale songs", but they could more accurately be described as disheveled grunts and moans. Followed by heavy panting....because obviously I am worn out from having to move my core 6 inches from one direction to the other.
Although Brandon may be accustomed to hearing my nightly whale songs, last night I came upon a new discovery. I can no longer make the shift from one side to another in one swift move. Nope....I am so freaking large I have to stop, on my back, in the middle.....regroup.....then continue to the other side. I am saddened by this new development. It means I have reached a status even beyond whale. I don't know what that status might be....but it's quite large. I am a large, sleep deprived creature.
Who said pregnancy wasn't beautiful?!
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Let's not ignore the elephant in the room.......
I can't bite my tongue anymore. I know we are all thinking it, so I will just say it.....
I am slightly disappointed in my floating astronaut baby ticker over on the right of the page --->
See it? I really thought that the oval circle was meant to be my belly. I had hoped that as the baby got bigger in my real belly, it, too, would grow in the ticker on my page. But......to my chagrin, that baby hasn't grown since I first attached it to my page. In my actual belly, this child is quickly running out of space. On my page, Josie appears to have PLENTY of room to grow.....this is not accurate!
How embarrassing!? Hopefully many of you have not taken the disappointment you must feel in my ability to pick out accurate tickers and allowed this to led you to question my actual parenting skills. If you have.....my apologizes, fancy pants.
Although, I do like the count down and seeing how many days I have left each time I open the blog, but sheesh...I could have done that with any old generic ticker. Guess you can't win them all!
I am slightly disappointed in my floating astronaut baby ticker over on the right of the page --->
See it? I really thought that the oval circle was meant to be my belly. I had hoped that as the baby got bigger in my real belly, it, too, would grow in the ticker on my page. But......to my chagrin, that baby hasn't grown since I first attached it to my page. In my actual belly, this child is quickly running out of space. On my page, Josie appears to have PLENTY of room to grow.....this is not accurate!
How embarrassing!? Hopefully many of you have not taken the disappointment you must feel in my ability to pick out accurate tickers and allowed this to led you to question my actual parenting skills. If you have.....my apologizes, fancy pants.
Although, I do like the count down and seeing how many days I have left each time I open the blog, but sheesh...I could have done that with any old generic ticker. Guess you can't win them all!
Pumpkin Belly- 35 weeks
I have not put a whole lot of pregnant belly pictures on the blog because, as most pregnant women will agree, this is not really a time of my life I want to share those bare belly shots. Although "natural and beautiful", let's face it......giant bellies are giant bellies and being self-conscious generally does not take a vacation simply because I am pregnant.
BUT.....some of these were too cute not to share! My friends Samantha and Sydney came to the house last night and helped me make the belly a little festive! Enjoy!
BUT.....some of these were too cute not to share! My friends Samantha and Sydney came to the house last night and helped me make the belly a little festive! Enjoy!
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Measuring a year.......
525,600 minutes....how do you measure, measure a year?
I have never actually seen the musical/Broadway show Rent, but I am somewhat familiar (meaning I know guess about 60% of the words) with the song "Seasons of Love".
As I have been thinking about writing this blog, I find myself singing this song (mostly the refrain) over and over in my head.
This weekend marked one year since I wrote this blog..... http://thebicefamilyblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/creative-ways-to-make-baby.html
I look back at this blog and any of the blogs I wrote regarding our infertility and IVF process and my heart hurts for "Lauren and Brandon of one year ago". One year ago we had no idea where our lives were heading and what would come of our IVF process. One year ago I was terrified and barely able to be completely honest with myself that we may not be able to have children. The only answer we were given was that IVF ICSI was our only shot...no specifics, no guarantees, just lots of questions.
And here we are, almost exactly one year later, 34 weeks pregnant! I can tell you, briefly, how we measured this past year. I won't list every emotion that we have felt this past year, the insane highs and the scary lows...but the easiest way for me to measure this past year, is in LOVE. I know, it sounds so freaking corny, but it's true. This time last year we had no answers to the constant "When will you guys have kids?" We didn't know if it was possible to ever have children.
Only a few more weeks until we meet our daughter (I can't tell you how weird it feels to say that)! 525,600 minutes and here I am.....writing about our happy ending! We feel blessed, and lucky, and so much love! We will never forget this past year....where we started, what we went through, and our miracle outcome!
I have never actually seen the musical/Broadway show Rent, but I am somewhat familiar (meaning I
As I have been thinking about writing this blog, I find myself singing this song (mostly the refrain) over and over in my head.
This weekend marked one year since I wrote this blog..... http://thebicefamilyblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/creative-ways-to-make-baby.html
I look back at this blog and any of the blogs I wrote regarding our infertility and IVF process and my heart hurts for "Lauren and Brandon of one year ago". One year ago we had no idea where our lives were heading and what would come of our IVF process. One year ago I was terrified and barely able to be completely honest with myself that we may not be able to have children. The only answer we were given was that IVF ICSI was our only shot...no specifics, no guarantees, just lots of questions.
And here we are, almost exactly one year later, 34 weeks pregnant! I can tell you, briefly, how we measured this past year. I won't list every emotion that we have felt this past year, the insane highs and the scary lows...but the easiest way for me to measure this past year, is in LOVE. I know, it sounds so freaking corny, but it's true. This time last year we had no answers to the constant "When will you guys have kids?" We didn't know if it was possible to ever have children.
Only a few more weeks until we meet our daughter (I can't tell you how weird it feels to say that)! 525,600 minutes and here I am.....writing about our happy ending! We feel blessed, and lucky, and so much love! We will never forget this past year....where we started, what we went through, and our miracle outcome!
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