tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269771844797721012024-02-06T20:53:40.990-08:00Preggers and ShockedUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626977184479772101.post-68326795378345424732013-10-08T22:40:00.000-07:002013-10-08T22:40:30.771-07:00Preggers and shocked part deuxHere I am two years later....posting. I once again was preggers and shocked, but too sick and busy with my toddler to write anything down. I now have a three and half year old girl, and a four month old boy. Best shocks of my life. I'm exhausted, and elated. They tag team me...she works me over all day, he takes the night shift. And I don't mind. I cherish each exhausting day, moment.
I lose my patience sometimes, I cry, I laugh. It's a wonderful ride I never want to get off of.
That's all I have for now. The clicking of the keyboard is stirring the natives. :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626977184479772101.post-55363165229168165472011-05-31T06:29:00.001-07:002011-05-31T06:35:32.883-07:0015 months later...My little one is "running" everywhere. She does not walk, she runs. She is a joy, a blast, a hoot and sometimes a royal pain and I welcome it all. She called me Mama a few days ago, for the first time. We are visiting family and I left her playing in the backyard with her cousins and took a drive to the store, when I came back, she was happy to see me (and thirsty for milk) so she reached her arms up and said.."mama". Oh, the sweetness. Short lived because as soon as she got her fill of milk she was back playing with our cousins. <br /><br />I am still breastfeeding, no end in sight. I try to give her cups and bottles with milk but she's not interested. I am the human pacifier. I'm certain when she is weaned I will miss her big eyes looking up at me while she drinks, so I'm not pressed. Other people might be thinking and have said "what, she's still breastfeeding?" but she's 15 months old, not four. sheesh.<br /><br />Anyways, we had our first "toddler" flight across country. It wasn't too bad. SHe slept four two hours. There were moments, but overall she was really good for being confined that amount of time. SHe is the most active 15 month old I know and I know a few. I really do. <br /><br />So I'm really no longer preggers and shocked I"m now a mother and settling in to this joyous role. She is sleeping right next to me as I type this and I'm fighting the urge to give her a kiss, because if she's not in a deep sleep it might waker her. :-)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626977184479772101.post-21486456485433536732010-10-14T20:43:00.000-07:002010-10-14T20:50:39.126-07:00My GirlI was re-reading some of my posts and I came across the one where I mentioned how we were hoping for a boy. Let me clear this up right now, I am beyond happy and pleased I have a little girl. She is dreamy and as I thought I couldn't imagine what I'd do with a girl, I now couldn't imagine having a boy. My darling daughter's middle name is "Pearl" same as my Great-Grandmother who raised me and who I love and miss dearly. Beyond happy to have a girl to share this name. Not to mention my friends have all reminded me that I have been talking about "my daughter" since I was in High School. So my words manifested reality. Beautiful.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626977184479772101.post-4025083057961839922010-10-09T09:27:00.000-07:002010-10-09T09:36:54.448-07:00Abandoned? No just delayedBeing a new mother and a writer(trying to get paid) is no joke. Therefore my thoughts and actions have like a helium balloon disappeared into the clouds instead of being recorded. I have a moment. The child sleeps, my mind is quiet. I shall blog....<br /><br />What has gone on. In the great words of Shug Avery..."I's married now." The child is 7 months, healthy, beautiful and full of energy. If I partook in the energy drink madness, I would drink a dozen a day to keep up.. She crawls, sits up, bites, smiles and makes her demands known in the loudest and most lovable ways possible. She is a dream and a blessing and pain in the butt all wrapped in to one. So happy to have her. <br /><br />I called in a few favors to get some child talent agency info....she is a represented baby. We haven't gone out for any auditions yet, but hopefully soon. I'm not trying to go back to "regular" work. I need this "writer" thing to start paying. I can write anywhere and don't have to leave my little dreamie baby girl behind, to do it. <br /><br />Oooop, she is up. She hops up from her sleep with a vengeance and because she sleeps next to me, if I'm on my computer she leaps for it. Yes, I've created a love monster. She will not sleep unless I'm next to her. I sometimes wish I could fit in her crib so I could get her in it and slide out when she falls asleep, but that's not happening. So I just relax when she relaxes and keep a watchful eye on her when she sleeps. <br /><br />Hopefully one day, maybe when she's fifteen , she'll sleep alone. <br />]<br />Okay, must cut this short because this little girl will not be denied.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626977184479772101.post-34220034744163379772010-05-13T20:29:00.000-07:002010-05-13T20:36:17.560-07:00Few and far betweenMy Posts. I know. Motherhood tends to take most of my time. I'm in love. My child, this little girl is the light of my life. She is eleven weeks, time flies. I just celebrated my first Mother's day. Life is good. I'm exhausted, breastfeeding, trying to write in between feedings and changings and nice walks in the park and I love it all. I'm still sore and physically exhausted from the birth of this child and I have to say...I'd do it all again. And maybe even again. My whole life has changed. This little baby is growing so fast. In eleven weeks she has become a little girl. She has eyebrows and a personality. Her father is trying to placate her right now, but she wants the "boob" so I have to go.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626977184479772101.post-86260779808618740212010-03-02T14:28:00.000-08:002010-03-02T14:46:04.690-08:00She has arrivedOn February 24, 2010 at 5:04pm I officially joined the club of motherhood. <br />On February 23, 2010, I had a doctors appointment. The doctor told me I was still 1 cm dilated but my cervix was nice and soft. I could give birth at anytime from that day until a week from that moment. I went home and cried. The doctor told me to come in on thursday to have all my fluids checked and get an ultrasound and discuss inducing labor if this kept on. God bless this child, she decided to come on Wednesday. <br /><br />My water broke at 3:45am. It was a dramatic gush that continued. My hombre asked "Do you think I should stay home from work today". I told him, yeah I think that would be a good idea. :-) We headed to the hospital an hour later. But not before stopping at Starbucks for a breakfast sandwich. I'm not a pleasant hungry person and I knew once I got to the hospital there would be no more food until the child had entered the world. It was quite tasty. <br /><br />I remained calm and dedicated to bringing the child into the world, naturally and with as little screaming as possible. I did not scream. I cried. SIlent tears ran down my face as I sat through intense labor pains for four hours. At 8am the real contractions kicked in, shortly after they put me on pitocin to speed up labor. YIKES!!! It intensifies pain that's for sure. By noon I had given up on the whole...natural, without drugs, madness and asked for an epidural. I was having beyond horrible contraction pain and they were coming every 3 to 4 minutes. I had to bear down and sit still for the epidural. Done. And by the way, the epidural is no walk in the park either. If the nurses or doctor could have given me a specific time as to when I'd be ready to deliver I might have been able to hold out up to 2 more hours with the pain, but the window was to wide. Anytime from noon to after midnight is what they told me. I would have lost my mind and had to deliver in the crazy house if I hadn't taken the epidural. <br /><br />Birth- pushing and such. An amazing and primitive process. A miracle. It was surreal. I'm very happy my friend filmed the delivery, because it was like a dream. My child, my beautiful precious blessing is here. She's bright eyed and alert, healthy and beautiful. Ten fingers, ten toes and everything else in its place. A blessing beyond my comprehension. <br /><br />I'm sore, aching but recovering. I'm sleep deprived and a little delirious as my baby girl loves to party around midnight to 4am. I'm breastfeeding and my nipples are on fire and I find myself watching her sleep all day and night, depriving myself of even more sleep and I have to say, it's all worth it. A hundred billion times over...worth it. <br /><br />I'm in love.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626977184479772101.post-49829438105804447562010-02-23T17:56:00.001-08:002010-02-23T18:10:38.075-08:0041 Weeks...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhikaemUPI2vpGUbth_C38OGPHFsVlVZtCEW5YCoKB0pOLcJQ_ID3cWv7-DrJcJtIACAw5e-qVaaOw1BaxfsM8rw527gPA6KMHF05RcJ8gdqLMfViqqu_OlbYot6qYym9UpAKHaSuuBir8/s1600-h/pgi0398.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 165px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhikaemUPI2vpGUbth_C38OGPHFsVlVZtCEW5YCoKB0pOLcJQ_ID3cWv7-DrJcJtIACAw5e-qVaaOw1BaxfsM8rw527gPA6KMHF05RcJ8gdqLMfViqqu_OlbYot6qYym9UpAKHaSuuBir8/s400/pgi0398.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441625259676897986" /></a><br /><br /><br />Let's start off with this morning's breakfast....Corned beef hash with two eggs over easy, two slices of sourdough toast, two chocolate frosted buttermilk donuts, lots of watermelon and pineapple a half a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice and a decaf green tea. <br /><br />I had a doctor's appointment today. Getting bigger and bigger and no sign of labor. Minor contractions (having one right now actually), but nothing to call home about. I asked about being induced, he told me anytime I want, I said thursday and he said..."I'll see you on Friday to check the fluids if you haven't given birth by then". God bless the man for trying to maintain a natural state here, because I'm all for it, but I'm also for meeting this child and becoming human again. I've morphed into a monster. Just this last week, gratefully. I'm very happy I haven't been like this for say....months or weeks. I'm also grateful I didn't feel this way for the baby shower. I was a very gracious and happy showeree. Had we by chance had it this week or last week, I would probably be sending out apology notes along with my thank you notes. I'm really more defeated and emotional than actually mean. Before I can really fuss about anything the waterfalls begin....pitiful really. <br /><br />I know the due date is a guestimate and the child was probably still incubating, but by my calculations, she is ready. Officially this week, even if the doctor's were off, it would be time this week. I would prefer to avoid a forced labor, but uhhh, errrr,, uhhhh, I'm willing to make an exception. I've walked and walked, worked and worked, moved and moved and still nothing. I know at the end of the day it's up to a higher power and I'm fine, I just need to feel like I'm putting my ducks in a row. <br /><br />So I wound up with an appointment for thursday, to see if the fluids are all good because if not, my doctor and I will talk about inducing. They will have to induce by March 2nd not matter what, but again, uuuhhh, errrrm uuuhhhh. I as born on a Friday, I don't object to Friday. Hopefully this little one will show me and get me up in the middle of THIS night to take my trip to the hospital for delivery. I'm all for it. Show me up little girl.<P><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Pao6WftanbGJw1csJbAHKccJz0q4AecNE9R78n1ELnQPs4NXJBPL_UP3RjOkt54fjlhUlbKIpvfTI4r87GfoFYjm3z0u7kX6cx7EDy6aYMyOmvFsF5uT5bgJ2AkfeD4sMC1WEC9IhnQ/s1600-h/shr0145l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Pao6WftanbGJw1csJbAHKccJz0q4AecNE9R78n1ELnQPs4NXJBPL_UP3RjOkt54fjlhUlbKIpvfTI4r87GfoFYjm3z0u7kX6cx7EDy6aYMyOmvFsF5uT5bgJ2AkfeD4sMC1WEC9IhnQ/s400/shr0145l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441626044091087938" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626977184479772101.post-51508022432670468812010-02-20T07:13:00.000-08:002010-02-20T07:21:58.286-08:00OVERDUEFor real? I'm 40 weeks and 4 days pregnant. You've got to be kidding me. This child is apparently very comfortable. I've been to the hospital twice but no cigar. I'm hurting. It's one thing to have a growing child in the womb. I can take all she dished out. The nausea the exhaustion the bone pain and insomnia. But it's a whole other show Oprah, when the child is fully baked. It's time little girl, come on. There is a lot more room outside of my womb than in my womb. And I think i have a future soccer player in there because when she stretches and kicks...whoa. <br /><br />Gratefully, she is still head down. That whole "Version" magic was insane. I've been walking and going walking today again, trying to use the laws of gravity to help speed the process. Plus the longer she's in there the more I worry. Even though when she moves it is uncomfortable and sometimes truly painful, I still try to wake her when I feel she hasn't moved enough. <br /><br />Ease my mind and my body and make your entrance into this world, pronto. Due date of Feb 16 has come and gone. We have left Aquarius and are now in Pisces. Erykah Badu, Sidney Poitier, Harry Belafonte, Ron Howard, Bobby Fischer and Liza Minelli and Albert Einstein are all Pisces. Not bad.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626977184479772101.post-78586982196161849962010-02-07T11:54:00.000-08:002010-02-07T12:01:33.125-08:0038 weeks/5 daysMy baby shower was last Saturday, January 30th. It was beyond wonderful. Good food, friends and fun and great gifts. About eleven family members and friends from the east coast traveled clear cross country to share the special day. We had two cakes..German Chocolate and Red Velvet and I can't wait until there is a occasion to go back and get more of these heavenly cakes. <br /><br />i thought maybe I could will the child out the day after the baby shower while my family and friends were still here, but apparently she won't be rushed. And even though I'm quite miserable, her health and safety are first so if she wants to bake longer, Mommy will deal with the discomfort of having a full grown baby sharing my belly with all of my organs. :)<br /><br />And speaking of "her", no less than twenty strangers have told me I'm having a boy, so I had the father come up with some boy names just in case. I was told girl during an Ultrasound in October, but hey, you never know. Most of the clothes are neutral as I love organic and neutral colors and loathe pink, but the child's room is painted lilac. If it's a boy he'll be like the recording artist Prince. :-) At the end of the day, boy or girl, doesn't matter to me...healthy and thriving child is the concern. <br /><br />And though I say I'll just wait until she's ready I have tried, walking, eating lots of pineapple and I even went to a place famous for selling a salad that makes women go into labor. "The Maternity Salad", it was featured in several news articles. The salad was delicious, but no labor. <br /><br />So I sit, pace, cry, moan, smile and wait to meet my upcoming bundle of joy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626977184479772101.post-10698770873637372292010-01-26T17:41:00.000-08:002010-01-26T18:24:04.227-08:0037 weeks today - Breeched BabyOh yes, talk about neglect. I just couldn't do it. Blog that is. I haven't felt like doing anything constructive, besides eating and trying to find a comfortable position. I have started nesting, but because I'm very pregnant, the cleaning and organizing only happens in spurts. Most of it happens in my mind.<br /><br />So, today I'm officially 37 weeks and due to my breeched baby (wrong position for birth) today I had an <A HREF= "http://www.drspock.com/article/0,1510,5284,00.html" TARGET= "External Cephalic Version">"External Cephalic Version."</A> <br /><br />The little girl, seemingly as stubborn as her mother, had not moved into the proper position for birth. She was completely head up. Painfully head up. She had her little head wedged in my chest and didn't seemed concerned about being a few weeks away from entering the world. So my doctor wanted to do this external version<a href="http://www.drspock.com/article/0,1510,5284,00.html"></a> to attempt to get her into position to avoid labor complications and avoid a c-section. <br /><br />There is a 50/50 chance it works. I am in the "it worked" percentile. It was very strange and now that my adrenaline is subsiding I can feel more pain. I'm just sore, as if I did one hundred too many sit-ups (As if I can do more than five on my best day). The nurse told me to focus on one thing. I sang Whitney Houston's remake of For the Love of you, in my head as the doctor coached me to breathe and used his fist and all of his strength to flip the child into position. YIKES! The nurse told me I had a high tolerance for pain. I do, but I'm certain I won't think so when it's labor time. But today, because I wanted this to work, I tried to remain as quiet as possible, when I really wanted to jump up and run out of the room, but not before kicking someone. Instead, I was grown. It probably took all of five minutes. But it felt longer. <br /><br />It's insane to suddenly feel the baby kicking me in the spot where her head was just a few hours ago. But the relief of having her head lower instead of in my chest is wonderful. I had wicked, wicked, lava like heartburn and pain when she was head up, but I didn't know why. I just thought it was par for the course. But after the ultra-sound at the doctor's office and learning she was up, no further explanation was needed. Ahhh a little relief and a chance to have a natural birth. There is a a chance she may flip back around , but the doctor explained if the baby is hard to flip into position, it will be less likely for her to flip back. My little stubborn girl did not flip without a fight. So that is good news, because if she flips back. I will go ahead and reluctantly schedule a c-section. Though, so far so good.<br /><br />Other news - I've gained 40 pounds for this pregnancy so far. I can't believe it's not more, because I've taken to cooking and baking brownies with brown sugar toasted pecans (i toast them myself). But I think I'm pretty active. If nothing else, I have to walk up and down a flight of stairs several times a day. <br /><br />3 weeks to go before I meet this bundle of kicking joy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626977184479772101.post-39247989657324430382009-10-25T18:57:00.000-07:002009-10-26T21:28:53.252-07:0023 weeks/5 daysWell, well, well. Yes I semi neglected my blog. But I should be excused because I'm pregnant. A lot has been happening. I officially relocated, had a pre-term labor scare and now know the gender of my child. And have been a writing fool on deadline as well. Whew!<br /><br />So....three weeks ago, after trying to will away 4 days of intense pain, I was instructed by my doctor's office to go to the hospital. I say doctor's office because I don't have a specific doctor at this practice. They insist on making you see at least six or seven different doctors so the chance of one of these folks being available on the day of your delivery increases. Well they can have that plan, because when something goes wrong and you need to talk to someone, there is no accountability because you are "everyone's" patient. I was already raised as everyone's child, but no one's child, now I'm supposed to be experience the same in childbirth. No thanks. After calling several times, trying to get "my" doctor or the last doctor I had seen to talk to me, I was in too much pain and too frustrated to call again. So I just limped around in pain for a few days, before my boyfriend demanded my doctor's information. Well, he called asked for the office manager, told them all off, and I got stellar attention after.<br /><br />So...my man left work early and off to emergency due to my severe cramps and tenderness to the touch. It was hella scarey. Turns out, I had done too much moving and lifting and yadda yadda, upset my fibroids and strained something, but thank GOD no pre-term labor as the chances of survival of such an early birth were about 10 percent. Yikes! So they gave me a prescription to some anti-inflammatory pain killers. I stepped out of the hospital and promptly tossed that little piece of paper away. I'm sick of these pill pushers. After two days of rest..no more pain. And I took none of that crap they tried to give me. They tried to tell me it would help calm the fibroids..well, rest did that and I have to tell all you people who take all these pills for strains....relax, think relaxing thoughts and wait it out. Get off those pills. I wasn't doing that to me or my child. <br /><br />I will say this, emergency for pregnant women is on a whole different floor and it's very well run. I was in a hospital room and connected to a contract machine in less than five minutes. We tried to find out if we were having a boy or a girl and the child literally shows us buttcheeks and a foot. It looked as if they were sitting on a copy machine..mooning us. Scandal. So we didn't find out on that visit.<br /><br />BUT.....one week later I went for a "structural" and ....drums please....it's a GIRL!!!!. I'll admit, we were hoping for a boy as I have no idea how to do hair and what am I to do with a girl. But a healthy, happy baby is the ideal scenario and so far so good.<br />Plus, I've embraced having a girl. Excited even. I hear they are easier to potty train and hey, a mini-me won't be so bad. I just hope she's not obsessed with the color pink because Momma don't go for pink. :-) But she will for her daughter..sigh. :-) I also feel it's a blessing to be able to give her my Great-Grandma's middle name as her middle name...Pearl. My Great-Grandmother was the best influence and blessing a child could ask for and I miss her deeply, so I'm thrilled to be able to share her name with my child. My Great-Grandma, straight from Virginia is Minnie Pearl..whew! Can you believe it. And I love my Grandma so dearly, that it really is a struggle to not actually name my child, full on..Minnie Pearl. :-) But I won't do that to the baby. I know it is a southern name and my Grandma was born in 1913. :-)<br /><br />I'm showing, she's kicking and it's amazing. Even though she sometimes rests on my bladder and it feels quite miserable, I welcome all movement and kicks. Keep on kicking baby, Mommy likes to know you're there. I also get a strange thrill out of watching my belly move like I'm on the space shuttle in the movie "Alien". Unreal. <br /><br />So that's the update.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626977184479772101.post-31573744551940957862009-09-22T15:34:00.000-07:002009-09-22T15:46:10.971-07:0019 weeks and counting..I was trying to wait until I found out if he is a he or she is a she to post again, but.....<br /><br />I had a doctors appointment yesterday. The precious one's heartbeat is 150 and his (or her) precious Mother is gaining weight. I've officially gained eleven pounds in less than three months. I can't blame it on the child because he (or she) is about the size of a mango right now. It's okay. For the love of the child.<br /><br />My stomach is tight. I can feel the stretching. It's like I'm trying to digest a basketball. Hope that's normal. <br /><br />No longer experiencing morning sickness THANK GOD!! but the newest invasion of the body snatchers issue is bellyaches. Terrible and long lasting. It's gas that does not move or go anywhere. It seems to just like staying right in my stomach, totally unconcerned with escaping. Yesterday it was so bad my stomach was actually sore to the touch.<br /><br />I haven't felt the child kick yet, or maybe I have as they say it feels a lot like gas in the early stages, like a fluttering. And I've certainly had fluttering. I'm looking forward to feeling the baby kick. So strange to actually look forward to being kicked. :-) <br />I'm working, writing, packing and feeling very lucky and blessed that I am feeling well enough to do all of these things. Because the first few months I was useless. <br /><br />The doctor told me even when I get the ultrasound and they guess the sex of the child, she would suggest going with a neutral color on the walls in the nursery because the ultrasound might be wrong. Sigh. Sorry but I'm probably going to go with the guess. Purple for girl, brown/tan for boy. Or I may cop out and do the "neutral" thing. Hopefully not. She suggested green. No way! No green walls.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626977184479772101.post-22048072908617247642009-09-01T18:21:00.000-07:002009-09-01T19:05:19.477-07:0016 weeks<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9klv_ecyCc7SeLCnUU4ndUo_5_cL6LUXmCEABbHn27v0bk2z4dSINqG13yiIpUlTlExxRYgxeTR_oZBUdYlfekgDx0N1AgC5MlsqxaK9O_8-qe_ii8UUiaOb95Xbs3tdJV2W5VIxlKl8/s1600-h/German+breakfast.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9klv_ecyCc7SeLCnUU4ndUo_5_cL6LUXmCEABbHn27v0bk2z4dSINqG13yiIpUlTlExxRYgxeTR_oZBUdYlfekgDx0N1AgC5MlsqxaK9O_8-qe_ii8UUiaOb95Xbs3tdJV2W5VIxlKl8/s400/German+breakfast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376679722834891698" /></a><br />Can't believe I'm four months pregnant. I'm starting to believe what everyone keeps telling me "The time will fly by". Very happy to NOT be in Los Angeles where the air quality is extra horrendous from the fires. I'm still in Germany and it's lovely but I know the cold will be moving in soon and I'm sure it will hit fast and hard. Can't speak a lick of German yet but can count to ten in French and ask you how you are doing and tell you how I'm doing and tell you it's a very sunny day, and that's about it. Must learn these languages, wish I had started a lot younger. My child will speak these languages, so.....Mama needs to understand if her son (or daughter) is cursing her out or not. :-) <br /><br />I'm happy I will be going for another check-up a few days after I get back because I have been sinning it up out here. But here's my thing, French and German women give birth to healthy babies every day and they eat all this meat, bread and cheese regularly. :-) That's how I'm justifying NOT having oatmeal for breakfast and truly eating meat, cheese, bread and jam EVERY morn, for breakfast. Though I could go for a nice bowl of oatmeal. Don't get me wrong, it's delicious, but my system is taking extra long to digest all this food and my beau had to go find some prune juice for Mama in Germany. It was not easy. But alas I have some..."Pflaumesaft". It helps, probably saving my life along with some "Lactulose" I have been given, but it will really be about getting back to eating less meat, bread and cheese and eating oatmeal and veggies.<br /><br />Everyone is drinking delicious coffee and I'm drinking some stuff called<A HREF="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caro_Instant_Beverage" TARGET= "Caro">"Caro."</A> <br /><br /><br />It's good, but it ain't coffee. I take a few sips of my beau's coffee and mmmmm, but alas it's back to Caro. <br />Unfortunately I'm still gagging these horse pill pre-natal vitamins up. I've forced about three down since I've been here. I'm gonna have to look into a liquid version because...seriously. I'm failing. <br /><br />I learned how to make a delicious cucumber salad and can't wait to try it myself when I get home. Though I'm in no rush to get back to reality. I'm living a fantasy life, besides the growing child and hormones slowing down my system and causing me dizzy spells. Sigh! But I continue to have a great time and fall asleep every moment I get. It's 3:30am here as they are nine hours ahead and after eleven days I'm still not used to the time difference. I'm a bit delirious most of the time. <br /><br />Thank GOD the morning sickness has subsided. I'm still a bit sensitive, but not pitiful as before. By the way, I don't know who opted to call it morning sickness, it should be called...."All day or if you're lucky" morning sickness. I truly would not have been able to do a thing on this trip had my first trimester fell on these dates. I still can't stand the sight or smell of onions, garlic or chicken. Though the cucumber salad has a few pressed cloves in it, this is the extent of my garlic tolerance. It's insane to me as I used to eat raw onions on my burgers and raw garlic in my salad. The horror, of the thought now. <br /><br />Okay, I'm going to stare at the wall like a zombie until I lose consciousness. I can't watch tv until I fall asleep (even though I don't really do that anyway) because it's all in German and will frustrate me and keep me awake. It would be nice if I felt like working on a screenplay...but I don't. So off to stare I go.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626977184479772101.post-87089318136562913342009-08-26T09:19:00.001-07:002009-09-01T20:05:19.474-07:0015 weeksand 1 day<br /><br /><br />Hallo (pronounced - Ha-Low in Germany)<br /><br />I don't have internet access where I am staying in Germany so I'm gonna make this quick.<br /><br />On Friday August 21, I took the worst flight of my life to Germany. We had middle seats. Both me and my hombre. He suffered as he has long legs and I suffered as I am pregnant and have aching bones and bladder issues. The doctor told me to make sure I walked up and down the aisles frequently, to avoid blood clots. I didn't. I walked a little, but truly, I had two people on both sides of me. It was pretty tough getting up and down on a ten hour flight. I couldn't sleep. I was too cramped to write. And at least my hombre could drink away his pain. I just had to sit with it and enjoy a glass of water. I watched the new "Star Trek" movie, over and over on a horribly shaky screen. I think I have developed a bit of a nervous condition because of it. The plane ride was Hell, with a capital H. And the food was Hell, with a capital H. And I had the nerve to ask the woman sitting next to me if I could have her sandwich. Junior needed protein and those portions weren't cutting it. So I ate two gross turkey, cheese and butter sandwiches, to ward off the nausea. Good thing I brought a bunch of snacks with me, but still at the end of the day, I require big, hot meals.<br /><br />And after a ten hour flight to Frankfurt, we then had to take two trains to get to Baden Baden, adding another hour and a half to the trip. I slept on the train, missing all the scenery. <br /><br /><br />But I am here, Baden Baden, and the royal treatment and amazing food is making up for the plane ride. Unfortunately I can't adjust to the time difference just yet, so my brain and body are fried. I'm getting bigger by the minute. I'm definitely showing. <br />I'm hanging in here and everyone I have met is very kind and very generous and understanding of my semi-miserable condition and feeding me beyond well. Homemade marmalade, homemade cakes, cucumber salad, jaeger steak (pork cutlet with mushroom gravy), schnitzel and lots of fresh meat, cheese and bread. It's doing a number on my system, but it's delicious. So I continue to stuff myself. My boyfriend's, best friend's mother is going to show me how to make the cucumber salad, because it is AMAZING. I can eat it all day long, for breakfast lunch and dinner. <br /><br />The air is wonderful, the weather is holding up. I have no complaints, except my own tired and"backed up" condition. Hopefully it will get better. I'm certain it will if I stop stuffing more food in me. :-)<br /><br />Anyways, I'm on borrowed internet time here so I must jump. I like being without internet sometimes. It's the only way I can accomplish other things on my computer as in, finishing my screenplay and organizing my photos. The internet should be called," internetine" because it is addictive much like...caffeine and nicotine and the likes. <br /><br /><br />Tschüss (Goodbye)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626977184479772101.post-31982871095193257882009-08-19T21:23:00.000-07:002009-08-20T05:28:43.700-07:0014 weeksand 1 day....<br /><br />Reality is setting in. The reality that I may wind up as big as a house. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDyz5rDnvzN4KZrk95p8bhKQeuclRUJ2uQ5bAC3HWgeycMcK3vc5n3_TxmAQYi8QjzrY-kfJY8k5hdIgHO_rRCWwBv13aRtwIPwf8l6TgGS4ytYnOkO0FkeprcCCp1DBg_kF6DlG7WFKU/s1600-h/r_fat_cat.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDyz5rDnvzN4KZrk95p8bhKQeuclRUJ2uQ5bAC3HWgeycMcK3vc5n3_TxmAQYi8QjzrY-kfJY8k5hdIgHO_rRCWwBv13aRtwIPwf8l6TgGS4ytYnOkO0FkeprcCCp1DBg_kF6DlG7WFKU/s400/r_fat_cat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371900899990126882" /></a><br /><br />Mostly in the thigh and derriere region (my trouble spots) I had another check-up today. The doctor listened to the baby's heartbeat and told me of all the health issues they checked for but I didn't have. Great news. They weighed me and I gained six pounds. Six pounds!!! And the doctor had the nerve to tell me I was thin and they would fatten me up in no time. The horror. Now don't get me wrong I understand I must gain some weight, for the love of the child, but I've seen women who only have a belly as opposed to the ones who transform into..well you know. I was hoping for the cute basketball belly. <br /><br /> I'm going on "vacation" on friday and I'm officially showing, officially frumpy and officially out of most of my jeans. I say "vacation" because I have no business going anywhere, but my hombre planned this and is very excited so I'm gonna try to get my hormones in tact and somehow piece together some kind of wardrobe and head on out. <br /><br />I don't have maternity clothes, I don't have transition clothes, I don't even know what that means. Sigh! I'll be in Europe and unable to drink..sigh! I'll be on a plane for many hours and forced to deal with "airplane bathrooms" sigh! But I'm going somewhere I've never been and it's been a long time since I've traveled out of the country so I'm trying desperately to shake this rut. Sigh! I'm taking my computer, hoping I'll be inspired to write something profound and interesting to check writing studios and producers. :-)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626977184479772101.post-84664072856805323012009-08-15T18:25:00.000-07:002009-08-15T18:35:18.286-07:00Latest craving<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzrslzwDd7gxFFiEQF2MCAyWpS5deBd58hQiEG7F-hl0-LUqc5vCKe7s0yO9hXSKr9meLgbrmOFvKbT3sicmcBmJQatp8TRorU-04UkVcu3Wfrt9OUdQk7I-RiCBgTTYmcd9uWt0Pcw_0/s1600-h/collard_greens.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzrslzwDd7gxFFiEQF2MCAyWpS5deBd58hQiEG7F-hl0-LUqc5vCKe7s0yO9hXSKr9meLgbrmOFvKbT3sicmcBmJQatp8TRorU-04UkVcu3Wfrt9OUdQk7I-RiCBgTTYmcd9uWt0Pcw_0/s400/collard_greens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370369149393356578" /></a><br />I am pleased to announce I am finally craving a vegetable. Collard Greens. Slow cooked with turkey bacon or sometimes bacon, bacon. So, so good to me. Thank God!! I desperately needed some veggies but really can't stand the sight of them. But thankfully, I've been consuming bowls and bowls of these dark leafy, folic acid and calcium filled veggies. <br /><br />Feeling a bit more human. Was even able to work a few days. Truly grateful for the people with compassion who are throwing this broke mother to be, a bone. They aren't working me to death and are happy for me. Hory Glory! <br /><br />My struggle will soon be eased a bit, by my joining households with the father of this child. This decision is a blog for another day. Because I somehow feel more at ease with becoming a mother than a wife. And the thought of sharing a home with another grown individual set in his ways is a bit horrifying to me. Not a dig on the wonderful man in my life because if he were any less than wonderful I would not even consider moving in with him. I'm not that kind of human. :-) Wish me luck.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626977184479772101.post-1933684124565359412009-08-13T21:10:00.001-07:002009-08-13T21:43:13.706-07:00A writer writes.....pregnant and all.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSQ35L5VY91kugIVfG7jv83iWRKhBZGK1A6TyX8z_MyCdzZwYCANRgbxwKcr3BLYSb7ZvfIldi8hL9_AtNGKG2H_fJcwWBNon5Dw5650HoU7dZAxRc3bGxw2dXqYZSGA9GliLZ0MDC7Lo/s1600-h/writer2.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSQ35L5VY91kugIVfG7jv83iWRKhBZGK1A6TyX8z_MyCdzZwYCANRgbxwKcr3BLYSb7ZvfIldi8hL9_AtNGKG2H_fJcwWBNon5Dw5650HoU7dZAxRc3bGxw2dXqYZSGA9GliLZ0MDC7Lo/s400/writer2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369675255833172642" /></a><br />I've seen the school my child must go to. It's in Malibu. I've viewed the house the child should grow up in....it's eight million dollars. :-)<br /><br />So, this writer must write, with nausea, body aches and the likes. And I shall. <br /><br /><br />I was working on two feature films before the baby ball dropped. Two completely opposite genres, one horror, one comedy. To be submitted to the same production company, so we shall see. My goal is to finish the horror script first. I've never written horror and have to say, horror is my least favorite genre because ALL horrors, good or bad, scar me for life. But I figure since I scare so easily, I should be able to write a half decent feature and may even surprise myself and write a whole decent feature. Horror films are usually cheaper to make and the return can be well....ie....The Blair Witch Project. I think it was about $500,000 to make (after a major film company got a hold of it) and it grossed $248,000,000 worldwide. Not to shabby for an improvised independent horror flick. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3jxeox806UfmZA0KT_HBBnM9jTqKs8oDWAGGWqZjjYorEihyphenhyphen8AqsWEifxr67oBLJOhDGHZ8mTk7qdzzu7nvfZETLAuLS4W-NQu-FnkOAucwuM8rHrHAapY8fwk5OptfptrBkmRqikxoQ/s1600-h/hsc3525l.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3jxeox806UfmZA0KT_HBBnM9jTqKs8oDWAGGWqZjjYorEihyphenhyphen8AqsWEifxr67oBLJOhDGHZ8mTk7qdzzu7nvfZETLAuLS4W-NQu-FnkOAucwuM8rHrHAapY8fwk5OptfptrBkmRqikxoQ/s400/hsc3525l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369673893547530882" /></a><br /><p><br />In my dreams my horror flick will cost more to make. And hopefully the production company will step out on faith and spend the necessary dough. I have sold one film (deferred payment...of course) and it is currently in post-production(editing and the likes). They (the producers and director) made some heart-wrenching changes and me, being not the most diplomatic human I know, had to boycott set. So I have yet to see any footage. I just had to let go and just feel grateful that unlike eighty percent of so-called "writers" in Hollywood, I have a screenplay that has been filmed. So I shall write more and more and hope to find a company with some dough as opposed the poor struggling production company that "bought" mine. But hey, it's made.... Blood, Sweat and Tears. Sometimes, most time, the most creativity comes from a struggle. Fingers crossed. <br /><br /><br />Let me also add...One show on the air, WHEN I get one show on the air (sooner than later I hope), an eight million dollar home in Malibu won't be so far out of reach. RIght now a box under a bridge is out of my range. But again...some of the best work comes from a struggle. I have embraced my struggle and am going to use it for gain. <br /><br /><br />Okay, off this thing and going to write something that may secure my child's financial stability. Well, on the level that his (or her) Mama would like to see.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626977184479772101.post-75036122905533119762009-08-11T15:10:00.000-07:002009-08-11T15:26:23.698-07:0013 Weeks today<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ergirTbjwf1nPrdOaTnvylsAiZSR_XHFUMFyUakKjACEr_azHWKF_BU20qXuSMmj20L8cpnYFSqN0kB4zsoF5gPtAj8mOt6gI72tRoNhkKYmpAI4rqI1t4TJonZ3d1XpJH65w1izWGI/s1600-h/img142.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ergirTbjwf1nPrdOaTnvylsAiZSR_XHFUMFyUakKjACEr_azHWKF_BU20qXuSMmj20L8cpnYFSqN0kB4zsoF5gPtAj8mOt6gI72tRoNhkKYmpAI4rqI1t4TJonZ3d1XpJH65w1izWGI/s400/img142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368835878110946450" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiutWsG6c3x0WrPYJGaoYd5pZioSlzXFn6HerpphrJ15F0u7pCvmV2Ur20poIC6iKyH3qPI3sMHo4wFtc_fjFg5Jj87ZGbkL9ParC659I9nDfCkZjIMw2e8eg9lrj8S7_dOlLnIlU76iY0/s1600-h/img141.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiutWsG6c3x0WrPYJGaoYd5pZioSlzXFn6HerpphrJ15F0u7pCvmV2Ur20poIC6iKyH3qPI3sMHo4wFtc_fjFg5Jj87ZGbkL9ParC659I9nDfCkZjIMw2e8eg9lrj8S7_dOlLnIlU76iY0/s400/img141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368835613980474946" /></a><br />And I also had my genetic testing ultrasound and bloodwork. The child actually responded to the technician when she pressed on my belly. He or she would turn as if annoyed. I love it. We tried to find out if it was a boy or a girl, but the little bugger wouldn't open its legs. The technician and the doctor took a random guess, they both said "girl". But they really can't tell yet, so I won't go out painting any rooms purple yet. :-) <br /><br />Apparently I'm filled with numerous fibroids, but I was told they aren't disturbing the baby..yet. She said they aren't situated in any dangerous spots, but still, it's unsettling. They will watch and keep measure of their growth. I had no idea I had so many. <br /><br />The good news...the doctor told me my baby was not medical interesting at all. Meaning, looks healthy and well. No genetic issues showing. He said, you never want a Medically interesting baby. I agree. What a difference 3 weeks makes. The baby has legs and I saw the brain. It's so trippy and amazing. I'm not even upset anymore about losing my dinner in the shower. Yes, gross, but real. Sorry, but I'm keeping it very real. It was a spaghetti explosion. The horror. <br /><br />I wonder if the marijuana coming through the vents from my downstairs neighbor is bad for me. I might have to call the landlady on these noisy and rude losers. <br /><br />I'm gonna get out of this apt. for a little while. I don't need the headache.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626977184479772101.post-69653710455428268262009-08-08T17:33:00.001-07:002009-08-08T17:45:33.387-07:00WELP...I did NOT make it through the few days of work. I worked two days before I gave out. I am stubborn and determined and was on a mission, but my poor body couldn't take 14 hour work days of running around in 94degree weather. I got a nose bleed..twice. I had to sneak in 20 minute naps the second day. I just disappeared to my car and put the ac on. I cried like a baby after I got home on the first day. My body ached, my stomach was sore to the touch. It's evident I can no longer work as a production assistant. Not to mention, I'm showing a bit and a pregnant production assistant just looks pitiful. <br /><br />So they had to replace me for Friday and next Monday. Man, I could've used the dough, but my body with this child in it needs rest and a sensible plan of financial action. Maybe I'll buy a hat and a tambourine and sing on Venice Beach. "This little light of mine" I bet would bring the house down. :-)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXdhRLr6aSQTKDhMzdg5gBHE8FxdNpyFD7XeTt5IlR7BgQ3uIiaY8UNexxLvDCyCa8m8bDdg4PiwFH23xFfvJkM6kOMm94vdIfwrKPvqhRpBjHjFoGzmx5dnHkxGs3curV-bAyj0fML-M/s1600-h/venice_beach2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXdhRLr6aSQTKDhMzdg5gBHE8FxdNpyFD7XeTt5IlR7BgQ3uIiaY8UNexxLvDCyCa8m8bDdg4PiwFH23xFfvJkM6kOMm94vdIfwrKPvqhRpBjHjFoGzmx5dnHkxGs3curV-bAyj0fML-M/s400/venice_beach2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367758313041696978" /></a><br /><br />It's not the dire.....yet.<br /><br />The next day, I slept ALL day long. Besides working 14 ridiculous hours, 2 days in a row, I'm anemic and already tired, so I'm letting myself off the hook. And I apologize to my little one for being a fool.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626977184479772101.post-55822417177088111742009-08-04T14:56:00.001-07:002009-08-04T15:09:49.730-07:0012 WEEKS!Officially 12 weeks, that's 3 months pregnant. Only six more to go. ha, ha, ha. I think I feel a little better. The metal taste is letting up a bit. Bones are still aching, but I think it's because I need some calcium. So I'm taking a little extra. I agreed to work a few days so I'm happy I feel a bit more human. And I hope I can make it because the dough would be nice. <br /><br />I slid on a pair of jeans for the first time in a few weeks and though I could button them, I couldn't keep them buttoned. The belly protrudes a bit and this time it's not just undigested food. :-) I think I honestly still feel like crap, but it's a major step up from the previous "misery" weeks. <br /><br />I went to one of my favorite spots here in Los Angeles, Joan's on Third, to get one of those yummy breakfast sandwiches to go. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTHiOBUBb1KBXbhcpd4OS1JfWmdDnVgR20Rma-s0lmhyphenhyphen-18quishAvVaIihtLj5tsX3FACTz-d21BqpfVH2l8x6RJFysc-R_xQBbtbbftmdkDcjVexcrWdhNa9u9EnZt7PiMlzwQlQLZs/s1600-h/joans.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTHiOBUBb1KBXbhcpd4OS1JfWmdDnVgR20Rma-s0lmhyphenhyphen-18quishAvVaIihtLj5tsX3FACTz-d21BqpfVH2l8x6RJFysc-R_xQBbtbbftmdkDcjVexcrWdhNa9u9EnZt7PiMlzwQlQLZs/s400/joans.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366234031501592498" /></a>I was wearing a purple shirt with the words "Start wearing Purple". As I stood waiting for my to-go order, Joan, the very lovely and kind owner walked up to me and pulled my shirt down, to read the print. She laughed and told me she loved the shirt. <br />When I got back in the car I noticed I had unbuttoned my jeans and forgot to button them when I was in the restaurant. I couldn't help but think she maybe was looking out for my well being by pulling the shirt down. :-) But hopefully the shirt was already covering. Time to purchase more dresses. I can't imagine wearing jeans with elastic around the waist. Not ready for that one. <br /><br />Gone stretchin'.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626977184479772101.post-32976473104305539652009-07-29T16:39:00.000-07:002009-07-29T17:05:05.673-07:00To know or not to know....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIen1OX8nXBVAB4566rbkMFE1pIa_1UwphLo7bPOC6q5EYWDttW7OtBNPhHdv1fLCgSwWBw52iNqXD6sTl_eTwrrWiZD5s4B0jtgmgpOH2tXEK6CtL-AiJfojxx4TV0ZHIuqNFjNQcYiA/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 135px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIen1OX8nXBVAB4566rbkMFE1pIa_1UwphLo7bPOC6q5EYWDttW7OtBNPhHdv1fLCgSwWBw52iNqXD6sTl_eTwrrWiZD5s4B0jtgmgpOH2tXEK6CtL-AiJfojxx4TV0ZHIuqNFjNQcYiA/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364032952860925042" /></a><br />I'm still miserable. It's sad really. I'm learning to live with it. Crying helps. So I've taken to sobbing to help ease the body aches and weakening nausea. <br /><br />I've been asked if I'll find out the sex of our child. YES!! As soon as possible. Here are the reasons:<br /><br />The father is really hoping for a boy, so I'd like him to know as soon as possible, so he can adjust early. :-)<br /><br />The mother (that's me) <br /><br />1. Would prefer not to receive a bunch of yellow baby shower gifts(assuming I get any gifts at all). I'm no fan of yellow, or pink really for that matter, unless it's matched with brown. <br /><br />2. Rather not stress over finding boy and girl names unnecessarily. <br /><br />3. We can paint the room a gender specific color. <br /><br />My first and foremost wish...a healthy, happy baby, next, I'm hoping for a boy myself, I'll admit it. :-)<br /><br />So..as soon as I know....I will share.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626977184479772101.post-57695640097500158562009-07-28T12:39:00.000-07:002009-07-29T06:28:13.216-07:0011 weeks today...I'm officially 11 weeks pregnant. Two more weeks, supposedly until I start to level out. I'm still quite miserable.<br />I had a heart-wrenching nervous breakdown over the weekend. Scared myself, scared the child, scared my man, scared my friend and scared the guy who answers the phone on the weekend at my Doctor's office.<br /><br />There was bleeding. I thought I was miscarrying. And I officially lost my mind. Apparently it happens and if there is no cramping or pain and it doesn't last long then yadda, yadda, yadda, is what the Doctor said. I'm still a bit shook and don't really want to discuss any further, except that I don't know if I'll make it until August 19th, before I get to hear the baby's heartbeat again, and be certain.....okay....ending this part...now.<br /><br />I'm waiting for a chinese food delivery. For the first time in a month, I'm gonna eat some broccoli. Of course it's going to be covered in brown sauce and served with fried tofu, but hey, it's still a green vegetable. I also ordered spare ribs. <br /><br />Strange craving...Tofu and Pork Spareribs. This kid is conflicted. :-)<br /><br /><br />Last night at 9:30pm I rolled to Whole Foods (nausea in tact) to fulfill my craving of Olives and cream cheese on a cracker. <br /><br />Tired of eating, but junior will not be denied. <br /><br />Food just arrived.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626977184479772101.post-36178673573797621142009-07-25T03:28:00.000-07:002009-07-25T09:21:23.558-07:00Eating...at 3am in the morning. I woke up (after falling asleep at 9pm) and made an egg and cheese sandwich. Sinfully yummy and fulfilling and now I'm going back to bed.<br /><br />Let me be more specific....One egg over easy, with a slice of cheddar cheese melted on top, between two pieces of toasted, buttered (and a dap of apricot jam) wheat sourdough bread.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626977184479772101.post-26075840444733264042009-07-22T15:40:00.001-07:002009-07-22T23:02:13.210-07:00I am woman....hear me cry.<br /><br />I AM PREGNANT. For real. Up until today it was just me being sick, a positive pregnancy test and no period to speak of. But it's been confirmed, I am with child. I heard the heartbeat. My mouth dropped open. The technician laughed and congratulated me. Then I had a moment of tears for my Great-Grandma, then I had a few tears of joy and then junior reminded me he loves to eat. <br /><br />I was in the doctor's office for two and a half hours. I couldn't get out of there fast enough to go get a gyro. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA9njq7X4Aj05dllhIQHbRDlwPNHo_e0U2M8FiQgfqssBxbwXuiXiWK8UrmCfiFPo4m93Ar5bEYJywRjOR4SeAivLoY3S24t_Ik-mHA1pPaMCWhXUqRGT5jPWqmF8ZAfOtEaYqGvbRnHg/s1600-h/img131.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA9njq7X4Aj05dllhIQHbRDlwPNHo_e0U2M8FiQgfqssBxbwXuiXiWK8UrmCfiFPo4m93Ar5bEYJywRjOR4SeAivLoY3S24t_Ik-mHA1pPaMCWhXUqRGT5jPWqmF8ZAfOtEaYqGvbRnHg/s400/img131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361420115004951970" /></a><br /><br /><br />Todays diet <br /><br />Breakfast<br /><br />Oatmeal with an apple chopped up<br />A Broccoli and cheddar quiche<br /><br /><br />Lunch<br /><br />A delicious meat filled Gyro<br /><br /><br />Dinner (after 100 hours of sleep due to all the blood they took from me at the Doctor's office)<br />A bowl of Avgolemeno soup and an apple, sprinkled with cinnamon.<br /><br />Now back to bed.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626977184479772101.post-24455305207950419282009-07-21T18:43:00.001-07:002009-07-22T09:56:23.802-07:00First Pre-natal visit tomorrowI really can't wait. I just want to go to sleep until it's time. I feel like I'm getting worse instead of better. My stomach, the nausea the inability to get rid of "waste", the body aches and my breasts are as fragile as two cheap overfilled water balloons. They hurt if I look at them too long. And I consider myself one tough cookie, but this kid is breaking me down. And again, I won't take pain killers or any magic sleeping pill, so suffer I must.<br /><br />I managed to go to breakfast with a friend and then go right back home and lay on the floor. <br /><br />Todays diet:<br /><br />A few pieces of pineapple before I left the house<br /><br />At Breakfast:<br /><br />Decaf Coffee<br />Glass of grapefruit juice<br />A heavenly Ham & cheese croissant and two eggs over easy.<br /><br />Lunch/Dinner<br /><br />CAESAR SALAD - FIrst time in a few weeks I could even look at lettuce, but only romaine and only drenched in caesar dressing.<br />Beef Chili with cheddar cheese - yummy.<br />And a glass of majorly watered down gingerade. <br /><br />Now I'm going to try to go to bed.<br /><br />Late night snack<br />Grilled cheese sandwich and applesauce.<br /><br />Side..beautiful..Note<br /><br />yesterday, as I lay on my floor, moaning and sobbing to relieve the misery my doorbell rings. <br />My hombre stopped by after work with a book for me...<a href="http://http://search.barnesandnoble.com/The-Girlfriends-Guide-to-Pregnancy/Vicki-Iovine/e/9781416524724/?itm=2"></a>"The Girlfriend's guide to pregnancy". He is one thoughtful fella.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihvrocCPgzcPDvrOMGIpr7N0T5Wgs53sOJcA_WGZAbz3YhzFY2wSIYfb-MWWigz_ezMny6GbcCofXemS1xg6YYo31IDeOMkmRGZCXN2dvtksHEYC1rkYTnzwJjA8nqW_yPgn9pklrJMHA/s1600-h/big141652472X.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihvrocCPgzcPDvrOMGIpr7N0T5Wgs53sOJcA_WGZAbz3YhzFY2wSIYfb-MWWigz_ezMny6GbcCofXemS1xg6YYo31IDeOMkmRGZCXN2dvtksHEYC1rkYTnzwJjA8nqW_yPgn9pklrJMHA/s400/big141652472X.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361097802141353186" /></a><br /><br />I started reading the book today and it is hilarious. I mean I'm laughing out loud, shocked and horrified and happy to know I'm not just going psycho.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0