I learned today that little baby is not so little... he or she is weighing in at exactly 1 pound!!!
At 21 weeks, that puts the baby in the 91st percentile for size. That's a pretty big baby. So we'll see how things progress and whether or not I have to deliver a 10 pound baby!
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Belly Shots
15 or 16 weeks (above)
20 weeks (above)So, it seems that right after Thanksgiving my belly just popped. And no, I didn't eat an entire turkey but the belly is definitely sticking out more. Right now I am 21 weeks. I had a picture with my shirt pulled down but I think it made me look bigger than I really am (and I don't need to stare at pictures like that now). The baby and I are measuring in the 46th percentile, whatever that means. I think it means we aren't too little and we aren't too big. I am doing my best to work out a few times a week and keep my energy up. I'm sure more pictures will follow.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
20 weeks and counting!
Had our 20-week ultrasound this morning. Technically, this is when they should be able to determine the baby's sex but sorry for those of you still hoping... we didn't find out. The technician even avoided that area. But for most of the time the baby's ankles were crossed and its knees were pulled up.
We got some incredible pictures and they recorded it. I had to go out last night and find a VHS tape because that's all they use at the dr's office! We will be converting it to DVD... (then we will post some pictures)
I'm not sure how to adequately describe the feelings associated with seeing the baby and now looking at these pictures. It is truly an incredible experience and responsibility. Our responsibility as parents has already begun. A coworker said to me today that Dan and I are entrusted to be good stewards of this life. I haven't ever thought of it that way but she is absolutely right. I feel so blessed to carry this baby and then to raise him or her with Dan. Lately, I feel like I think about this baby and being pregnant every minute of every day.
He or she was moving all around... waving at us, kicking his legs, rolling over and even opening and closing his mouth! That was pretty awesome. The technician repeatedly commented on how active he or she is... oh great, I thought, a sign of things to come? The heartbeat was strong, a little slower than a few weeks ago. We also saw the kidneys, stomach, all four chambers of the heart and various parts of the brain.
There is an amazing picture of the baby's profile and it almost looks like light is shining on his face. You can so clearly see his eyes, nose and the mouth is open. I still haven't felt any movement but I should very soon. Then, I'm told, I will be hoping for relief. Right now, I'm just eagerly anticiapting those first waves of movement and kicks!
We got some incredible pictures and they recorded it. I had to go out last night and find a VHS tape because that's all they use at the dr's office! We will be converting it to DVD... (then we will post some pictures)
I'm not sure how to adequately describe the feelings associated with seeing the baby and now looking at these pictures. It is truly an incredible experience and responsibility. Our responsibility as parents has already begun. A coworker said to me today that Dan and I are entrusted to be good stewards of this life. I haven't ever thought of it that way but she is absolutely right. I feel so blessed to carry this baby and then to raise him or her with Dan. Lately, I feel like I think about this baby and being pregnant every minute of every day.
He or she was moving all around... waving at us, kicking his legs, rolling over and even opening and closing his mouth! That was pretty awesome. The technician repeatedly commented on how active he or she is... oh great, I thought, a sign of things to come? The heartbeat was strong, a little slower than a few weeks ago. We also saw the kidneys, stomach, all four chambers of the heart and various parts of the brain.
There is an amazing picture of the baby's profile and it almost looks like light is shining on his face. You can so clearly see his eyes, nose and the mouth is open. I still haven't felt any movement but I should very soon. Then, I'm told, I will be hoping for relief. Right now, I'm just eagerly anticiapting those first waves of movement and kicks!
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
who cares about fast food anyway???
So, I had another dr. appointment today. We are about at the 19 week mark... almost half way there. Everything looked good and the heartbeat was very strong at almost 160 bpm!
The bummer of the appointment came when I stepped on the scale - always the dreaded moment. Last night, I even thought about what I should wear today in hopes of avoiding heavy clothes and shoes! Now granted I have only gained 11 pounds so far (which is right on track) but the sad part is when my doctor told me that I need to be more careful from this point on. He said that things I could get away with in the first trimester will not be so kind to me now. I'm translating that to mean a diet of fast food is not in my future. I haven't really been eating too badly but there have been moments of weakness. I'm not sure I have ever baked so much either
I think I could eat the following fast food items on a fairly regular (possibly even daily) but I will refrain:
1. Egg McMuffin (McDonald's)
2. Cheeseburger (McDonald's)
3. Grilled Stufft Burrito and Nachos (Taco Bell)
4. Beef 'N Cheddar and Curly Fries (Arby's)
5. Oreo Blizzard (Dairy Queen)
For those of you feeling disgusted right now, I apologize.
So, I resign for the next 20 weeks to keep in mind that all the weight I gain will at some point need to come off. I will do this for myself and my baby. But in answer to the question in the title of this blog... I care about fast food and I will miss it!
The bummer of the appointment came when I stepped on the scale - always the dreaded moment. Last night, I even thought about what I should wear today in hopes of avoiding heavy clothes and shoes! Now granted I have only gained 11 pounds so far (which is right on track) but the sad part is when my doctor told me that I need to be more careful from this point on. He said that things I could get away with in the first trimester will not be so kind to me now. I'm translating that to mean a diet of fast food is not in my future. I haven't really been eating too badly but there have been moments of weakness. I'm not sure I have ever baked so much either
I think I could eat the following fast food items on a fairly regular (possibly even daily) but I will refrain:
1. Egg McMuffin (McDonald's)
2. Cheeseburger (McDonald's)
3. Grilled Stufft Burrito and Nachos (Taco Bell)
4. Beef 'N Cheddar and Curly Fries (Arby's)
5. Oreo Blizzard (Dairy Queen)
For those of you feeling disgusted right now, I apologize.
So, I resign for the next 20 weeks to keep in mind that all the weight I gain will at some point need to come off. I will do this for myself and my baby. But in answer to the question in the title of this blog... I care about fast food and I will miss it!
Saturday, November 22, 2008
The First Trimester...a recap
Unfortunately, it took me far too long to get this blog in action. So, I have to make up for lost time and quickly update you on the first three months of pregnancy. Right now I am just entering my 18th week... flying by already.
To summarize the first trimester, I can think of a few words... tiredness, snacks, excitement, anxiety and vomiting! You guessed it, I didn't have the easiest first few months. About week 7 the all-day sickness started. Whoever coined the phrase "morning sickness" should be taken out back and .... I would start to feel sick in the morning and would have to immediately sit down when I got out of the shower. Then things got worse, I was throwing up almost after every meal. That's when Zofran (nausea medication) and I became good friends.
This point of the story is when Dan became future father-of-the-year. Every day, he would get up first make me toast and bring me my medicine, toast and water. I ate and then stayed in bed for about 20 minutes. Then I was able to get up and get the day started. By about late afternoon, I would start feeling bad again but I just took it easy and it would pass.
Unfortunately, at about 9 or 10 weeks we had a little scare. My placenta was not attaching properly and this caused a tear. For about a month, I had to get injections of progesterone and was forced to rest. No working out for starters. So far, that has been the hardest month on me. I know it is important to do whatever it takes to keep the baby safe and healthy but it was hard to just sit around for a month. So, a month ago I was very relieved to get word from my doctor that the tear had healed and I could resume normal activity. And, no more injections!
Other than that I've just been watching my belly grow. Sometimes I wear my regular jeans (unbuttoned of course) and other times the maternity ones are just much more comfortable. It is strange to see my stomach beginning to look like it has a ball inside of it - causing it to stick out. Haven't felt any movement yet but very very excited for that day!
Thanks to some great friends who have loaned me clothes... you're the best and saving our budget!
Our 20-week ultrasound is scheduled for December 10th. But sorry for those of you hoping to buy us either blue or pink... we are going to be surprised!
Sorry for the long post but I wanted to get things current.
To summarize the first trimester, I can think of a few words... tiredness, snacks, excitement, anxiety and vomiting! You guessed it, I didn't have the easiest first few months. About week 7 the all-day sickness started. Whoever coined the phrase "morning sickness" should be taken out back and .... I would start to feel sick in the morning and would have to immediately sit down when I got out of the shower. Then things got worse, I was throwing up almost after every meal. That's when Zofran (nausea medication) and I became good friends.
This point of the story is when Dan became future father-of-the-year. Every day, he would get up first make me toast and bring me my medicine, toast and water. I ate and then stayed in bed for about 20 minutes. Then I was able to get up and get the day started. By about late afternoon, I would start feeling bad again but I just took it easy and it would pass.
Unfortunately, at about 9 or 10 weeks we had a little scare. My placenta was not attaching properly and this caused a tear. For about a month, I had to get injections of progesterone and was forced to rest. No working out for starters. So far, that has been the hardest month on me. I know it is important to do whatever it takes to keep the baby safe and healthy but it was hard to just sit around for a month. So, a month ago I was very relieved to get word from my doctor that the tear had healed and I could resume normal activity. And, no more injections!
Other than that I've just been watching my belly grow. Sometimes I wear my regular jeans (unbuttoned of course) and other times the maternity ones are just much more comfortable. It is strange to see my stomach beginning to look like it has a ball inside of it - causing it to stick out. Haven't felt any movement yet but very very excited for that day!
Thanks to some great friends who have loaned me clothes... you're the best and saving our budget!
Our 20-week ultrasound is scheduled for December 10th. But sorry for those of you hoping to buy us either blue or pink... we are going to be surprised!
Sorry for the long post but I wanted to get things current.
Explanation of Blog Title
I know Heidi's Haus is a sort of unusual name but there is meaning behind it...
When I was about two years old, my wonderful grandfather (Gramps) built a play house for me. And I mean a real playhouse. It just looked like a miniature version of a house complete with tiled roof, door bell and window panes. The icing on the cake was the hand-painted sign my grandmother (Nonee) had him put outside the front door. As you might have guessed, it reads "Heidi's Haus".
Haus is the German word for house. As my maiden name may have given away, my dad's family is very German.
This blog is a refleciton of me, my life, my family, my home and my soon-to-be first-born baby! And it is dedicated to Nonee and Gramps. Without them, the name of the blog would never have been possible.
When I was about two years old, my wonderful grandfather (Gramps) built a play house for me. And I mean a real playhouse. It just looked like a miniature version of a house complete with tiled roof, door bell and window panes. The icing on the cake was the hand-painted sign my grandmother (Nonee) had him put outside the front door. As you might have guessed, it reads "Heidi's Haus".
Haus is the German word for house. As my maiden name may have given away, my dad's family is very German.
This blog is a refleciton of me, my life, my family, my home and my soon-to-be first-born baby! And it is dedicated to Nonee and Gramps. Without them, the name of the blog would never have been possible.
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