Hi. All is well in baby town. Tonite we get to go the hospital and see where fitzbaby will be born and probably get a sales pitch for birthing classes. I'm excited because this is supposed to be one of those "family friendly" hospitals where you get a private room and labor/deliver/recover all in one place thats decorated like a guest bedroom (if your guest room had creepy medical stuff in the corners).
I have been experiancing a little "Round Ligament Pain" which is preggo-ese for "bizarre twingy pain in belly area"- particularly when I sneeze, which I just did. Ouch. Apparantly this is due to the weight of my womb pulling on all the ligaments attached to it. Who knew?
I have a doc apt next week, but not a cool ultrasound appointment (BOO!!!). We do get to listen to the fitzbaby's li'l heartbeat though, which should be nice.
I go in for some dental treatments the day before. I was nervous since I didn't want to do anything that could hurt the baby, but my doc signed a waiver saying all was cool. I guess second trimester, in addition to not sucking like first trimester, means your baby is a lot more developed and durable, so a little novacaine on mom's teeth wont hurt him/her.
And then!! Next week!! I go home to NY for what I hope is the best Christmas to date!! I miss my family SO much, and I SO need a Lucy-hug- I really can barely contain myself!!! I particularly miss my Mom- It's weird, but being pregnant really makes me just want to hug her. A lot. Also, NY food. There are no words for how much of you I intend to eat, and how much I intend to enjoy it. I have only gained 5 lbs so far (right on target), so I feel like I am entitled to a foody good time.
I'll try to get a new belly-pic up this weekend- things are DEFINITELY a'changing on that front.
That's all the news that's fit to print. Lerv and kisses.
12.11.2008
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12.05.2008
Contributing to the World's Lexicon
It's not all fun and baby-making here in fitzlosophy land- from time to time I will still endeavor to solve the world's problems. Case in point, there are many situations that arise for which we have no words. Below, I shall describe some and attempt to name them:
1. Shletz- When you are in the shower, and you realize you have left something, like the soap or shampoo, or other necessary shower-object on your kitchen counter (like you just bought some from the store), and you have to make that mad, drippy, possibly stark naked dash across your house, in a shletz.
2. Porf- When you and another person are on a phone call, and the call drops, and both of you call eachother back at the same time, resulting in a buzy signal or going straight to their message. You both then wait 10 seconds to for the other person to give up, and then both call back again at the same time, with similar results. You have both porfed, twice.
3. Funt- (This one's kinda gross, but we've all been there) You are on the toilet and realize the toilet paper roll is out, but there is a fresh one in the cabinet across the room. You await an alotted time to account for...ahem...drippage, and then complete the awkward lunge (the actual funt) to grab the tissue while trying to leave your rear in vicinity of toilet.
4. Pintle- When you are singing along to a song, usually with great conviction, and you totally sing the wrong part, or come in early, and lamely trail off into silence. You pintled. All over yourself.
So that's all I have for now. I'm glad to add somthing to the world's lexicon, which has given me so much.
1. Shletz- When you are in the shower, and you realize you have left something, like the soap or shampoo, or other necessary shower-object on your kitchen counter (like you just bought some from the store), and you have to make that mad, drippy, possibly stark naked dash across your house, in a shletz.
2. Porf- When you and another person are on a phone call, and the call drops, and both of you call eachother back at the same time, resulting in a buzy signal or going straight to their message. You both then wait 10 seconds to for the other person to give up, and then both call back again at the same time, with similar results. You have both porfed, twice.
3. Funt- (This one's kinda gross, but we've all been there) You are on the toilet and realize the toilet paper roll is out, but there is a fresh one in the cabinet across the room. You await an alotted time to account for...ahem...drippage, and then complete the awkward lunge (the actual funt) to grab the tissue while trying to leave your rear in vicinity of toilet.
4. Pintle- When you are singing along to a song, usually with great conviction, and you totally sing the wrong part, or come in early, and lamely trail off into silence. You pintled. All over yourself.
So that's all I have for now. I'm glad to add somthing to the world's lexicon, which has given me so much.
11.30.2008
Me and Mr. Turkey...We have a thang going on!
Happy belated Thanksgiving everyone! We had a lovely one with Gavin's family in Fresno. I ate a ridiculous amount of Thanksgivingness, and it was AWESOME. Gawd, I love starchy side dishes. Everyone was very excited about the beanster, and nearly everyone had a guess as to gender. For the record, the predictions are as follows:
Girl Side:
-My Mom
-My Dad
-Gavin's cousin Amanda
-Our 2 year old neice Isabella, who when asked what was in my belly, said "girl", though she may have been referring to me, not the baby. It's a little confusing.
-Kelly
-Anthony (Still not used to calling him that)
-Joy
-Gary
-Tom
-Jen
Boy Side:
-Ash
-Annie (mom of Ash)
-Gav's Mom (though maybe this is just so she wont be disapointed as I know she longs for girl-type)
-Optimus Primate
-Maureen
-Allisony
-Courtney
-David
Feel free to hazard your guesses in the comments section- I will update the standings as your vote comes in so we have a record of who was right and who was wrong, for better to rub in your faces later on. Whee! Gav and I go back and forth on our "gut feeling". We will know for sho sometime in January, so lay your bets now. For the record, I really have no preference at all. I think of both flavors and get equally excited for each.
In other news, Gavin came home late one night last week and I was already asleep. I awoke to him petting my hair. I said "Why aren't you sleeping? It's so late!" He told me I had been having a nightmare and sighing and mumbling in my sleep. "I wasn't having a nightmare," I said. "I was dreaming about cookies." Ahh, pregnancy.
Girl Side:
-My Mom
-My Dad
-Gavin's cousin Amanda
-Our 2 year old neice Isabella, who when asked what was in my belly, said "girl", though she may have been referring to me, not the baby. It's a little confusing.
-Kelly
-Anthony (Still not used to calling him that)
-Joy
-Gary
-Tom
-Jen
Boy Side:
-Ash
-Annie (mom of Ash)
-Gav's Mom (though maybe this is just so she wont be disapointed as I know she longs for girl-type)
-Optimus Primate
-Maureen
-Allisony
-Courtney
-David
Feel free to hazard your guesses in the comments section- I will update the standings as your vote comes in so we have a record of who was right and who was wrong, for better to rub in your faces later on. Whee! Gav and I go back and forth on our "gut feeling". We will know for sho sometime in January, so lay your bets now. For the record, I really have no preference at all. I think of both flavors and get equally excited for each.
In other news, Gavin came home late one night last week and I was already asleep. I awoke to him petting my hair. I said "Why aren't you sleeping? It's so late!" He told me I had been having a nightmare and sighing and mumbling in my sleep. "I wasn't having a nightmare," I said. "I was dreaming about cookies." Ahh, pregnancy.
Here's a belly pic, last day of week 13:
11.23.2008
To Catch Everyone Up
I waited a pretty long time from knowing about the impending bean-birth to tell everyone- just wanted to let Gav and I get used to the idea, plus I think it was better to wait until we are out of the "danger zone". Having said that, not blogging about the thing that was obviously first and foremost in my mind for the last 7 weeks has been hard. So I'll catch y'all up now.
First, we found out the night of the first presidential debate. I took a test at home by myself on a hunch- and lo and behold, my hunch was extra hunchy. The test I took was one with lines, and the experience was so surreal I swore I was dreaming it up. So I walked myself to the CVS around the corner, mumbling "No way. Can I be? No way." the whole walk. I bought a pack of digital tests, figuring they are less ambiguous than a faint pink line. Here was the result:
SO yeah, pretty clear, huh? So now came the elation (we had decided this was the year we wanted to have a baby) and the fear (SOOOOOO much could go wrong! It was still super early -I was only 1 day late! I drank coffee and had a few glasses of wine the night before! GAHHH!!). Once Gavin was home, I told him and he, as one would imagine, flipped out. He made me take the other tests in the box so he could "see them change!". All positive. All awesome. It was one of the best moments of our married life. But then the waiting game- hoping the pregnancy would stick, and trying not to get too attached (it turns out that almost half of new pregnancies don't last, but they end so soon, women didn't even know it had happened- their cycle just continues like normal).
At first, I didn't really feel any difference except for the most crippling fatigue I have ever had in life. I would drop for 3 hour naps in the middle of the day and still sleep another 9 hours at night. By week 6 though, I was getting pretty nauseous- like a bad hangover that doesn't go away. I had to constantly munch on saltines to keep my belly from punishing me. I think I always thought I'd magically dodge this part of pregnancy- my belly has up until now been a pretty loyal compatriot. Traitorous belly.
And then, our first ultrasound. And wow. Really. It was incredible. There, in my belly, was this little potato with a heart beat. It didn't really look much like a baby, but I heard its heart beating big and loud and knew this was really, truly happening.
We gradually told our immediate families (only the ones that lived far away and we couldn't tell in person). We met my sister at the airport with a sign that said "Welcome Aunt Joy!". After that we got to tell Gavin's folks- on Halloween as a matter of fact. When they walked up to our house Halloween night, this is what they saw:
I can tell you, it's harder than it looks to carve words in pumpkins! So now, here we are, just beginning week 13. The nausea is tapering off, but my appetite is still running rampant. I just try to eat as much healthy stuff as I can, with occasional allowances for junky cravings. So now, I will finish up with a couple of very unimpressive belly pics. First, 6 weeks, to use as a control so to speak:
And this, from the same week (6). I am including this because I am making a face that indicates how silly I feel taking these pictures:
And then this one, at week 10 I think:
I confess- some of this was certainly the result of bloated food-belly, another fun symptom of early pregnancy. But somethin's a brewin' in there...fo sho. I will post another belly pic sometime this week, and behold, you shall see my bump. So there you have it- my first trimester in a nutshell. So, onwaaaaaaard!!
11.21.2008
A Bean in My Belly
So the time has come to tell you all, I am having a baby!! HOORAY!!! I am almost 12 weeks along- I waited to tell my extended network of friends until we were in the "out of the woods" phase and got our second ultrasound. We are so excited and nervous and elated and silly all at once. Here is the ultrasound we got done yesterday- if you look closely, you can see the baby is doing a tiny "Go Obama" fist pump.
Our little bean is due June 5th (if you believe the doctors- my calculations have us at June 7). I am currently pretty damn nauseous, but that should be ebbing soon (jeez, I hope so- it's sort of like being hungover all day, every day). So there you have it- we have created life. Cue that shitty Creed song!
OH, PS, I wanted y'alls opinion- should I make a seperate baybee blog? Or just do my thang on here??
Our little bean is due June 5th (if you believe the doctors- my calculations have us at June 7). I am currently pretty damn nauseous, but that should be ebbing soon (jeez, I hope so- it's sort of like being hungover all day, every day). So there you have it- we have created life. Cue that shitty Creed song!
OH, PS, I wanted y'alls opinion- should I make a seperate baybee blog? Or just do my thang on here??
11.17.2008
Green Guilt
I have been pondering my "greenness" of late. As much as I love both the concept and the color green, I realize I fall short. I heart the earth, I love that we are moving towards fixing what little of it we can, and yet, when I am completely honest, I rather suck at my personal greenness.
First, the good news.
1. I do recycle, pretty religiously. I have been known to pluck wine bottles out the my neighbors regular trash and drop them in the correct blue bin. I even began recycling the REALLY hard things, like peanut butter jars. I know, right?
2. I currently take the train instead of buying a second car. Not too shabby, right? I mean, i may need to get another car in the future (I currently walk thru a semi-shitty neighborhood, and due to Daylight Savings ending, I do so in the dark, much to Gavin's eternal frustration). But in the now, I take the LA Metro system. No emissions from me, baby. And when I do get a car, it'll be like a focus or a civic or something w/ great EPA ratings.
3. I turn of lights/unplug chargers/turn off unused electronics pretty religiously. My coworker is genuinely sick of me walking into her office and unplugging her cellphone charger.
And now, the bad news.
1. I use bags from the supermarket to pick up m'dogs poo. I know, I know, I could go buy those 10 dollar biodegradable jobs at the pet store- but remember the not having a car part? The only pet store within walking distance sells puppies, which I am opposed to (the selling of puppies in pet stores, not puppies themselves. C'mon, who are you talking to?) and doesn't sell the bags any damn way. And my dogs poop, like every day, twice a day. So I end up using the Ralph's bags, which I guess is sort of re-purposing, right? Right??? Crap.
2. I can't get CFLs for my light bulbs because every light in my house is on a dimmer. This is to my eternal shame, as it was I who made my MIL get on the CFL train, and it is I who gets on her high horse about it to others. I tried a CFL in our sockets, and they strobbed like disco lights, even on the highest setting. They have dimmable CFLs now but they are FOURTEEN BUCKS A PIECE!! That's over 84 dollars to replace the bulbs in my house! Give me an effing break! But as soon as we have another place, or the price goes down just a smidge, I SWEAR......I will get my precious coiled lovelies back in bidness.
3. The car we do have is an SUV. A tiny SUV, but an SUV all the same. We had to get it to move from NY to CA, and I don't regret it for that reason alone. Plus its super convenient w/ the dogs....It only has a 6 cylinder engine, and actually gets decent gas mileage, but I feel like a douche in my SUV. Like a hypocritical douche.
So there you have it. I suck. And to be honest, other than the poo bags, I don't really know what to tell you. Maybe I can do something like plant some trees to offset my evil...I dunno. Sorry for peeing in your pool, oh Great Mother Earth.
First, the good news.
1. I do recycle, pretty religiously. I have been known to pluck wine bottles out the my neighbors regular trash and drop them in the correct blue bin. I even began recycling the REALLY hard things, like peanut butter jars. I know, right?
2. I currently take the train instead of buying a second car. Not too shabby, right? I mean, i may need to get another car in the future (I currently walk thru a semi-shitty neighborhood, and due to Daylight Savings ending, I do so in the dark, much to Gavin's eternal frustration). But in the now, I take the LA Metro system. No emissions from me, baby. And when I do get a car, it'll be like a focus or a civic or something w/ great EPA ratings.
3. I turn of lights/unplug chargers/turn off unused electronics pretty religiously. My coworker is genuinely sick of me walking into her office and unplugging her cellphone charger.
And now, the bad news.
1. I use bags from the supermarket to pick up m'dogs poo. I know, I know, I could go buy those 10 dollar biodegradable jobs at the pet store- but remember the not having a car part? The only pet store within walking distance sells puppies, which I am opposed to (the selling of puppies in pet stores, not puppies themselves. C'mon, who are you talking to?) and doesn't sell the bags any damn way. And my dogs poop, like every day, twice a day. So I end up using the Ralph's bags, which I guess is sort of re-purposing, right? Right??? Crap.
2. I can't get CFLs for my light bulbs because every light in my house is on a dimmer. This is to my eternal shame, as it was I who made my MIL get on the CFL train, and it is I who gets on her high horse about it to others. I tried a CFL in our sockets, and they strobbed like disco lights, even on the highest setting. They have dimmable CFLs now but they are FOURTEEN BUCKS A PIECE!! That's over 84 dollars to replace the bulbs in my house! Give me an effing break! But as soon as we have another place, or the price goes down just a smidge, I SWEAR......I will get my precious coiled lovelies back in bidness.
3. The car we do have is an SUV. A tiny SUV, but an SUV all the same. We had to get it to move from NY to CA, and I don't regret it for that reason alone. Plus its super convenient w/ the dogs....It only has a 6 cylinder engine, and actually gets decent gas mileage, but I feel like a douche in my SUV. Like a hypocritical douche.
So there you have it. I suck. And to be honest, other than the poo bags, I don't really know what to tell you. Maybe I can do something like plant some trees to offset my evil...I dunno. Sorry for peeing in your pool, oh Great Mother Earth.
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