3 Eighths...

That's what 15 weeks is - 3/8 of the way through a pregnancy.  In 5 weeks, I'll be half-baked...

*pant pant* ok, Squee-ing done...

So I finally scheduled the A/S and tried to get the perinatal office to do it around 18.5-19w (when I see a number of other girls getting their's) and I was informed absolutely not BEFORE 20w.  So it's scheduled for 20w1d, on March 8th.

Aaaaaand then I counted the 5 weeks between now and then... and subtly suggested an elective u/s to E, because - well - it's "only" $60!  (And by subtly, I think I said - I CANT WAIT UNTIL MARCH 8TH!!!)
...And he agreed...
(squeeing is NOT DONE)

So our elective u/s (to 1 - check in on baby, and 2 - get the GENDER!!) is set for 17weeks on, get this - Valentine's Day.  =)

We had already decided, for Vday, to both take off work and hit NYC for museums + dinner at our favorite restauraunt in Soho... now we get to do all that with the knowledge of whether our nursery will be pink or blue!
(ok - NOW I think squeeing is done with...)

Dear sweet 15week navel-orange-size baby - we're gonna see YOU in about two weeks!! *((any guesses on team boy vs team pink?!))



**Go pregnancy brain... I snuck my phone with me for the typical work-bathroom-bump-shot, and then forgot to post...

I gotta say, I like the little bootie I'm getting =P

(SO FAR... listen butt, don't get TOO big!)

Public: Out and Proud!

So it's actually been over a week since we made it OFFICIAL (and by official, I mean we went public with the pregnancy on FBook - NOTHING'S official until it's on there...)

If you've been following for awhile, you know I dabble in photography - well I wanted to personalize the announcement with my own pictures and tore through the house an entire night trying different lighting and different ideas, getting frustrated when one setup after another wasn't producing The Perfect Shot.

Until one finally did...

(Obviously the above picture had a clear last name on f.acebook... lol)*
*Also, thanks Weaslewam for the pregnancy brain catch - I forgot to blur the mirror reflection of the letters... ooof!

Is this what it's like?!

Just two snapshots of what's going on lately chez Buggy List...

Celebrating day 100 of this pregnancy...
 
And speaking of Remembering to Feed Baby - E and I fought (again) this morning about me eating enough... long story short, he tried to show me an app that calculated a 2nd tri pregnant woman my measurements needing about 2K calories a day, and I yelled that I told him last night, that after dinner my calorie count for the day was exactly 2000 calories! And he remembers me saying 1000... and hounded me this morning "What did you eat for breakfast?!" and got mad when I said, "TRUST me when I say I ate enough!"

fun times with the hormones...

So along with day 100 of this pregnancy came day 3 (in a row) of having to yet again bathe doggie #2, Zoey, and her crate after she either peed or pooped (or threw up - or better yet, THREW UP POOP) overnight...
 
We're hoping she doesn't have any bug (fingers crossed) as it's been over 12 hours(ish) since any abnormal bowel or regurgitate activity...

You call that a lunch??

Who the hell thought this would be a sufficient lunch for a pregnant lady?! I will be the one in the corner, gnawing on her arm in an hour..

"Dire Rear" of the brain...

In honor of Thursday ticker changes and reaching the 14week lemon today, here's a late HDBD/early BPF belly shot:

and yea, I think I'm still in the "Did-you-just-have-Thanksgiving-dinner?!" stage...

Speaking of eating a whole lot - my binging schedule is every 1.5-2 hours... like clock work.  My office is so loaded with snacks: 3 boxes of oatmeal, 2 boxes of breakfast bars, 1 box of Belvita cookies, 1 apple (more at home!), 1 string cheese (more at home!), cupcake goldfish, chocolate covered Acai/blueberries, a box of instant cream of wheat, sunflower seeds, cashews - I think that will last me til next Friday...
(And sincere thanks for all the support when it came to defending my eating enough to DH - he still likes to leave treasures for me to find in the morning though:

So I am so glad, what with it appearing to be midnight by the time I get home from work with the dark and cold winter nights, that we now own an elliptical.  We picked it up two nights ago, and I am already into the stage of "Oh, I'll just do it tomorrow night - tonight is the last night of sitting on my ass..." because then I fell asleep last night while trying to read at 8pm... Go me.  (TONIGHT I will get on the elliptical... I think... because first we have to go and pick out appliances for our master bathroom to be redone and you know, we'll get home late and I'll be tired... so, TOMORROW I will get on the elliptical...)

And I dont feel the urgent need to keep active now that I've got more options than the leaving-everything-unbottoned-under-a-long-shirt look which has cut down on the I-feel-like-a-stuffed-sausage-in-these-pants.. I got full-panel maternity slacks for work in black, and the grey ones I got are too long (what?!?! too long?! I have never ever in my life had this problem at 5'10"...) so they need to be returned for grey regular length pants... and then I'll have two pairs plus all my leggings and hopefully this freeze-the-insides-of-your-nose weather will transition nicely to spring and I can start rocking the millions of sundresses I have!


Also just a quick pregnancy brain story, because I have a feeling they're just going to get better and better...
This morning I am in the kitchen with a goal of feeding our dogs, whose food is above the fridge.  I find myself in the cabinet (across the kitchen) looking for a water glass... I redirect myself to the task at hand.  And realize I'm digging in the fridge.  For dry cereal.  (Dry cereal was not in the fridge in case you were wondering...) Silly me, I start pouring a bowl of Q.uaker Oat Squares and look down at my feet at 2 hungry dogs.... oops...

And it's begun...

Dear Baby -

I did it this past weekend... I started working on your nursery (wow it feels weird even TYPING that...)

When your daddy and I moved into our house, we knew we would one day be using your room as a nursery - but until then, just crammed in moving boxes we had no clue what to do with...

Well I went through them all.  And started organizing shelves and clearing out corners...

And laid out the blanket that your grandma (my mommy!) made for us - it's waiting patiently for you...

I set up the nightlight/lamp that lit the night for my sister's little girls, your cousins...

And while there's a really good chance all this will be moved to different final locations (what with clearing the room out to paint, and setting up furniture we haven't picked out yet), the little corner in an otherwise empty room makes this so real...

And after I worked for hours clearing out your nursery, I decided you and I deserved a TV-rest for the night:

You and me...

13w4d

a... Four-fecta?

(Anyone know what's a Trifecta, but +1?? lol)

So, 1 - 2nd Tri now.... officially, by all counting methods/apps (except the stupid WhattoExpect app which says 13w4d, but 1stTri still - maybe I'll just delete it... =P)

2 - To celebrate, I had my first prenatal massage yesterday - and it was a disappointing let-down... I had won a gift card for a free 55min massage (why not just an even hour?!)  so it was a place I'd never been to (one that had just opened and wanted to drum up business...)

It wasn't quite spa-atmosphere... I felt like a critic but I kept noticing things like the bed heater thingy not being turned on until after I was stripped down and laying between (the cold!) sheets... and the masseuse (who had slightly rough hands) did not warm the lotion up first every time... I'm picky I know, maybe because the spas I have been to have just been heavenly... (Even when tucked into the corners of mall department stores!)

And - AND, because it was a "prenatal massage" - they didn't let you lie face down! Eeeeven though I'm still able to do that! You had to lay on your side with some pillow showed between your knees, and that's how they got your back rubbed down... lame.  (Although I'm sure I would take it in a heartbeat in a few months...)

The massage place (since I don't quite feel like it deserves the name spa) was also running a promotion for joining their monthly well-ness plan ($60/month for one massage) and you got to keep the gift card from that day's appointment to regift, so the massage was "basically free" - wait, I used a gift card so the massage WAS free, regardless!   I decided it was most definitely not worth it...

Onto 3 - oh the dreams... I had my first loss dream Saturday night... I was on the toilet and looked down and saw just a single drop of blood fall into the water, followed by the peach-sized baby, gray and blood-free and still in the sac... I dove into the toilet with my hand, and the dream-world transforms baby physically into something like a doll, whose mouth and chest I can see breathing - so I decide to try to give baby heart compressions?! I wasn't scared or sad or anything when I woke up - I had just the relief of "this is real life, everything is ok still - holy shit wasn't that dream weird?!"

And then last night I dreamt that I was trying to find a private place to pee at a party (a frequent dream I have - any interpretations?!) and end up on a toilet with something like a shower curtain pulled around me, trying in vain for privacy.  And each time I wipe, there's miniscule amounts of blood - so pink, I guess it'd be the "tinged CM" variety... and it never got more, but it never got less...

oh the dreams...

And the Four-fecta - E is driving me up a freaking wall about eating enough... I'm sure he's going nuts because it's something he can't control, especially when he's gone from 2pm til 11pm yesterday for the NY Rangers game in NYC.  He walked in the house, and the first things out of his mouth were "What did you have for dinner?!"

I started ticking off broccoli cheddar soup, veggie chips, fruit cup, string cheese, bowl of L.ife cereal - amongst some other junky food that I fit in between courses... And he gets angry and says "YOU NEED TO EAT MORE!!!"

We are still in this battle - I am 100% fine with the fact that I'll be putting on weight VERY soon... But I see no reason to put on more weight than I need to - I will not be bingeing and using this pregnancy as an excuse to eat EVERY.THING.IN.SIGHT (as apparently he wants me to...)
I have a feeling that he thinks I'm afraid of the weight gain... that when I just make the mere observation, "Wow, I felt like I'd packed on a few already and according to the scale I haven't put on a single pound! That's good news!"  he interprets it as "OH THANK GOD I HAVEN'T GAINED WEIGHT YET!"

of course it doesn't work to point out "that other women throw up the entire first three months and LOSE weight - they still have healthy babies!" because then it's the whole, "but YOU weren't sick in your first trimester!"

I feel like it's usually the other way around - husbands are worried about you packing on the pounds, and you're like - FEED ME SEYMOUR!

Anyone else wish their DH would just be quiet already and trust that you're eating enough?!