Household Update
August 22nd, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Household Update: Everyone in the house is getting fatter
Our Newest Addition
August 16th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
World, this is Gus
Gus, this is the world.
When I thought about getting Paul a new puppy as an anniversary present, it was well before I knew we were pregnant. And, when I say well before, I mean I found out the morning I was going to meet Gus that I was pregnant. Needless to say, once I returned home Paul got two huge surprises in one breath. Even faced with a baby, we decided to keep our commitment to Gus and bring him home. Since then, he has settled in quite nicely. He spends his days wrestling with Charlie, chewing on various household items that are in his path, and eating copious amounts of puppy food.
As you can see he is adorable, but don’t be fooled, Gus is a handful. His favorite pastime is finding my favorite pairs of shoes in my closet, gobbling the heel up in his mouth and then running as fast as his round little butt and stubby legs will allow, to the safety of underneath the bed. In his spare time, he enjoys staring at the TV, rearranging the position of his dog bed to all corners of the living room and fishing his front puppy paws in his water dish splashing it all over the floor. Gus is smart, even at 4 months old he already knows how to sit, stay and has perfected the ability to pee on anything that is absorbent, a quality that I am eager for him to outgrow.
M.I.A.
August 15th, 2011 § 3 Comments
Maybe it is a bad case of Writer’s Block, but I’ve been missing in action for quite some time and I apologize profusely, I know how much you must have missed me, admittedly, I’m quite miss-able. Work days have stretched from 8 to 12 hours these past few weeks and I have been running around like a crazier person than normal. On top of that, it is hard to blog about anything of substance when you are hiding something of the upmost substance. I am publicly coming out of the closet to tell you that I am pregnant! And, should you not believe me, I have 14 pregnancy tests (all positive) to prove it. Turns out when you get an overly obsessive, type A woman pregnant, you get daily pregnancy tests, incessant Googling on various random symptoms, and a litany of complaints about how fat they’re getting. I know, if only my husband knew beforehand. So, it goes without saying that I am a dream to live with since getting pregnant. Who knew I could become so in tune with every ache, pain and stomach bubble, so much so that even the smallest twinge can wake me from sleep and send me into a panic of emotions. If you think I am crazy, I’m not alone. Not too deep into the world wide web, there are thousands of women who post about everything from thinking they can sneeze their baby out, to women who think any cramp and ache is an impending miscarriage. If there is one thing I have become overly aware of these past 3 months, it’s that pregnant women are crazy. And I, am a certified pregnant woman.
In the very first weeks I went from thinking it was all in my head, to obsessing over my new super power of being able to pee on pregnancy sticks and make them turn positive. The only thing that kept me sane in between the weeks of finding out I was pregnant to my first OB appointment was knowing that no matter how unpregnant I felt, I could still prove I was through the power of pee. I’m still shocked there isn’t more done once a woman finds out she’s pregnant. At week 4, as soon as I knew, I called my doctor’s office and told them the news. Contrary to how it played out in my head, “Mrs. Hunt that is wonderful news, we will send a town car to your house tomorrow afternoon to gingerly take you to our office where we will hook you up to machines so you can see the baby straight away!” Instead it was more like, “We will see you in 6 weeks, oh and congrats.” Which added to the looming thought in my head that medical folks don’t treat you like your pregnant, until you prove to them that you are serious about growing a baby in your belly. So, for weeks I struggled with fatigue, nausea, insomnia and a shrinking wardrobe hoping that with every trip to pray to the potty Gods, I was one step closer to good news.
Here is my journey thus far in photos:
Somewhere between week 10 and week 11, picture me in a dressing room sobbing hysterically, saying over and over again, “Something isn’t right, I shouldn’t be this huge so soon!” Followed by 30 minutes of trying to compose myself so I could leave the dressing room. Which was then followed by me walking to my car with my jeans unbuttoned exposing my butt crack because by 1:00 in the afternoon, without fail, I turn into a pumpkin, bloating and all. When does the beautiful glow of pregnancy start?
But last week, I got to see the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on, already I am in love, and while ultrasounds of other babies make me think of aliens, all I could see in mine was the cutest little button nose and the most perfect hand I have ever laid my eyes upon. So many weeks to go and I am already smitten with something that is currently no larger than a plum.
