Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Aww! Smiling with his little hand under his neck.
What a comfy hand!
You can see the lashes and fussy hair!
His tongue, and a cute little foot!!
I couldn't resist getting another ultrasound, so I went over the weekend. I can't even begin describing how much love I feel for my baby boy. I won't even try. But I will say I'm extremely happy to see he's doing well. He's even got his hair already. And he was 28 weeks, but measuring 30.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Here are a couple of pictures of me and Nicolas on Thanksgiving day. My belly is not tiny, but considering I am chubby, I thought I was going to have a big ol' belly. It's not small, but if I'm not wearing maternity clothes, it's not instantly noticeable. I keep waiting for it to get huge! lol Big or small, I all ask God for is a healthy baby, and a healthy delivery.
I'm always telling people how much my baby moves, and they see him poking a little, but never like I do. He always gives me little shows during the day, and loves to play what I like to call "the pushing game". Here's a little clip:
(Looking a little tired here)
I still can't live without my popsicles, and pink pajamas!
I haven't had a great appetite, and I have suffered from ongoing nausea, but I have had a few little cravings. If I see someone on TV eating something that looks good, I want to have some and it almost always results with me either cooking what I saw, or ordering what I saw. Mostly my cravings have been home made Mexican food, and other than that it's been fruit, Chinese, and going to buffets to sample a little bit of everything.
Lived on mangoes for a loooong time. That was all I could eat.
Then I moved on to plums. Yummy!
Had to have my chinese! I love kung pao chicken! Even though I got sick. lol
Empanadas!
Must have been around 6 months here, cause my belly sure isn't this small now!
It took me a while to post this, but I have been trying to rest and at the same time remodel my office and the nursery. I will be posting pictures of it soon. I still need to hang the curtain, and the shelf, and the artwork. Other than that, it's pretty much done. And it's so cute! If may say so myself. =0)
Here's my little bundle of joy at 20 weeks. He measured more than twenty weeks, and since then he has always measured 2 weeks more. Maybe he'll surprise us sooner than we think. Whatever happens is fine with me. As long as he's fully baked, he can come out of the oven anytime.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
We finally had the highly anticipated 16 week ultrasound, on September 16th 2008. More than anything, I wanted to see if my baby was developing normally. Being a first time mom, and knowing I have PCOS, I need reassurance every once in a while. So we decided to schedule an appointment at a private place called, Baby's First Images.
Not exactly the best camera angle (my husband is not a great photographer, lol), but that's okay. I look really happy, but I was soooo nervous! I couldn't wait for the tech to get started!
And soon after I got to see my beautiful baby! I love this picture! It seems like the baby's saying, "Check out my long legs". he he
Everything looked great, and the baby was very active. Oh, I almost forgot to announce...
You can watch the whole video of the ultrasound! I'm so glad I asked for the dvd. I think it's a little blurry, but I definitely figure out what it is that I'm looking at. Notice how he was kicking full force. How cute! Okay, here it is...
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
I thought I was further along in my pregnancy, but because of my irregular menstrual cycles, a nurse recommended I have an ultrasound. If they measured the fetus, they could determine how far along I was. So we immediately scheduled an ultrasound, and I was in for a few surprises.
The day of the ultrasound, I was nervous about drinking all that water they recommend before an ultrasound, and driving all the way to the hospital. I didn't make a wise choice when selecting my OB, because I have to travel to three different locations anytime they need to see me. The place where I had to have my ultrasound, was very far away (about 20-30 minutes). It seems close, but with a full bladder, this is a joke.
I drank four glasses of water, and half way there I started feeling the urge. That urge quickly turned into pain, and finally I was literally in tears and ready to run over anything that came my way. My mom came along for the ride, and she saw my desperation and tried to distract me as much as possible. But that pressure was not something you can put on the back burner. It was very intense. But, it got worse.
When I opened the door and got out of my car, I thought I was going to either pass out, or pee on myself. I was in so much pain I couldn't even walk. After a few minutes the spasms got a little less intense, and I walked as quickly as possible to the ultrasound floor. I told them of my pain, and they said I could relief my self "just a little bit". I thought this was an impossible task, but I did it. There was a bit of a relief, but soon, it started to hurt again.
When they finally called me in, I sat on the table and wanted to get this over with. The excitement from seeing the baby on the monitor was stronger than the pain, so I didn't complain. But much to my surprise, I was about a full month less advanced in my pregnancy than what was originally believed. So, because the fetus was so small, I had to go to the washroom, and empty my bladder so that they could perform an internal ultrasound that would give them a better view.
After all the pain and suffering from driving to this place for half an hour with a full bladder, and I had to empty my bladder for this ultrasound! Of course, it was all well worth it when I saw the little flickering heartbeat on the monitor, and the little arms moving up and down, but I wish I would have done things a little differently.
(Here's my little gummy bear)
For anyone who's reading this and has an ultrasound in the near future, I have a few suggestions. Drive to the appointment with an empty bladder, and take a long a few bottles of water. Get there about and hour early, and take a book, magazine, or your Ipod. While you're waiting, drink your water in the waiting room. By the time they call you in, your bladder is full, and you prevented the long, painfull drive.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
On June 23rd 2008, I was fast asleep when the phone rang. "Guess what? Ramona is pregnant.", said my mom as she announced her neighbor was expecting. I didn't know how to react, because I was half asleep and a little envious. "That's nice.", I responded.
Even though we had never really "tried" getting preggers, Nicolas (my DH) and I felt we were ready. With the term PCOS constantly hovering over us, we weren't sure we were going to easily get pregnant. But I was ready (I think he had been ready for a while). I finished my last pack of birth control pills in January, but with my lack of menstruation due to PCOS, we didn't know whether or not we had a chance. That, combined with the fact that my father had a serious injury at work (thank you Lord for his full recovery), made me sidetrack for a while.
Once my dad was nice and healthy, I decided I should go to an RE to get some bloodwork done to determine whether or not I ovulated. Most people try for a few years before getting help, but I tend to do things a little differently. I needed to know I was okay before getting my hopes up. Turns out, all my tests came back normal. "Normal?", I thought. "I don't even get a period". Nevertheless I was now convinced I was "normal", even thought I have PCOS. The doctor prescribed Provera (a medication that makes you get a period), and we would see if that would work well. Apparently, it's recommended to have a period 3-4 times a year, so we were going to go that route first. This was in April, and by the end of that month I got my period as expected. Then, they told me about all the tests available, and I decided I would wait till maybe August to have them done (they sounded painful and I wanted to give it a shot without anything). I told myself, "Maybe I'll get pregnant in June or July".
Years ago, I suffered from a couple of lovely conditions called IBS, and Acid Reflux. I was under great stress back then, and when I managed my stress, my symptoms went away. In June 2008, I started feeling ill again. I had pain in my lower abdomen, sensitivity to certain foods, heartburn, and so on. I was sure my IBS was back. But then, I noticed I was peeing every few minutes, I became completely grossed out by my poor turtle, I no longer craved chicken (those who know me know that's strange) and my boobs hurt. Did I think I was pregnant? Nope. I thought my period was coming on it's own, and I even thought I could have caught salmonella.
But that morning, on June 23rd when my mom called, it was my day to find out the truth. I got up, brushed my teeth, and went to the living room to watch tv. I turned it on, and there was a show called "Bringing Home Baby". I watched as a couple brought their baby home, and on the commercial break, I thought to myself, "Hey! What if I'm pregnant?". I rushed over to a drawer in my bedroom, and took out a pregnancy test. I had recently purchased a ton of them, because this was the year I was going to try. I did the test, and laid it on the counter. I got up to flush, and I noticed something shocking! Two big fat purple lines. If there had been a nanny cam in that room, someone would have laughed their ass off at my reaction. I literally shook from head to toe, and kept mumbling "I'm pregnant? I'm pregnant?", over and over again. With my pants still around my ankles (I forgot to put them up), I managed to run to the next room to get another test. Almost instantly, the lines appeared again. "What if it's the brand?", I thought. I searched for an older test I knew I had in that same drawer. I found it, and there it was. Another big fat positive.
UPDATE: Unfortunately, the woman who's pregnancy my mom announced to me on that day, has lost her baby due to an ectopic pregnancy. My prayers go out to her and her family. God Bless.
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