Wednesday, January 19, 2011

The Lentil Bean

Yesterday Tim and I had our first doctor's visit. I had already met with my future OB back in October just to check her out and make sure I wasn't going to eventually going to be stuck with someone that I didn't get along with for 9 months. She is great and I choose her based on affiliation with St. Luke's Roosevelt (pretty much the only hospital in the city that has a birthing center). On Tuesday evenings she schedules some evening appointments, meaning Tim can join in on the peeing-in-a-cup-getting-blood-taken fun. During our appointment yesterday he pretended that we had just met on the street, which was great because I was pretty nervous about the whole thing. I am ~6.5 weeks pregnant and it seemed to me (and probably a lot of first time moms) that that is a hell of a long time to wait for some 'official' input/confirmation. There is all sorts of shit that can go wrong during this time that you don't want to think about and there is really nothing you can do about any of it except read everything you can get your hands on. With all the literature out there it does take up most of that waiting period, but in this day and age the internet provides alllll sorts of ridiculous misinformation. And unfortunately as my sister points out, this misinformation is spoken quite loudly by the least qualified of today's humanity- and these are the future parents! Never in my life have I been exposed to such idiots. And I mean, people that are seemingly idiots on purpose. They are that idiotic.

So, I was pretty anxious for my first appointment but everything went really well. We were even able to see a heartbeat! And I can't possibly describe how amazing that is. This thing is the size of a lentil and it is growing organs. Ones that work already! By the end of this week it will be the size of a chickpea. She also said that our Estimated Due Date is 9/10/11, which is pretty cute.

Over this past weekend, I went to my friend Monika's house. She has a 9 month old darling girl named Faye whom I had not met yet (in addition to her 2 other children Lila 14, and Skye 11, whom I have met). We had a wonderful time catching up and she had a lot of information to share. She also had her bellies to share! During her pregnancy her family and her cast her belly at different stages and she let me try them on. It was really bizarre, especially since I am not showing at all and won't be for some time.

This is her 6 month belly. They had painted it orange for Halloween.

And this is Monika's 8.5 month belly. Holy crap.

This is me, realizing that I cannot see my feet. I am so going to cast my belly when I start showing and make Tim wear it.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Times, They Are A-Changin'

Tim and I had a few lovely days in NC after we finally made it out of the city during what news people have annoyingly dubbed Snowpocalypse 2010. I have to say, I was happy to leave it behind.

During our visit I started to feel a little strange though. My skin was breaking out beyond all sense. If you can imagine a teenager that you feel really sorry for and wish their parents would take them to a dermatologist because that is clearly creating scars more than skin deep, you will have some idea of what I was looking like. It was tragic, but I do have humor on my side so I was dealing with it in as graceful a way as possible. I also began to feel a tightness in my abdomen, kind of like how butterflies in your stomach feels only lower. It was a constant, mild reminder making me really conscious of that part of my body.

Anyway, Tim and I returned home on New Years Eve and decided to just hang out in the apartment and watch the festivities on TV, which was all either of us wanted to do after being away, sleeping on a friggin air mattress at my parents house and then flying back home.

The next morning however (New Years' Day), I woke up early and took a pregnancy test and told me I was indeed pregnant! Hooray! This is going to be one wild ride.

Instead of posting an image of something I recently peed on, I will leave you with this image instead. I did not pee on it. This is soooo going to happen with Pablo!