A few good signs 

Taking things one day at a time, today has been a good day. I woke up this morning to much less than I did yesterday morning. So that’s good. The day progressed with me worried about not “feeling pregnant”. That all changed when we went to the supermarket. They were holding a hot dog sale at the entrance. I caught the scent of hot dogs and my stomach rolled. That made me happy. I never thought I would be happy to be nauseous. 
Now my sister-in-law is visiting and we’re watching a movie. Well….she’s almost asleep. 

She’s hiding under there somewhere, while Mister and I introduce Munchkin to Star Wars. 

1977 Star Wars. We figured if we’re going to introduce her to the saga, it may as well be to do it in order of release date. I personally saw the movies the first time in chronological order. I don’t know which is the right way, and I’m sure if I offered an opinion it would start a mass debate. So I’ll just say to each their own, and may the force be with you.  😀


A visit and a picture 

I went to the doctor. The office was amazing. I technically was a new patient, since my first visit is scheduled for May 9. They returned my call within a half hour, they worked me in quickly, and I was treated with compassion and kindness. 

Step 1: ultrasound 

See that little black space? That’s what they call a pregnancy sac. As of right now, it’s measuring perfectly and exactly where it should be, at five weeks and zero days. The ultrasound technician was amazing and positive and upbeat. Then she sent me back into the waiting room. 

Step 2: See doctor. The doctor I saw was amazing. She was compassionate and just handed me tissue when I began to cry. We talked about the fact that if this is a miscarriage, it’s due to developmental abnormalities. She also reassured me that it would inhibit future healthy pregnancies. Then we talked about the good stuff. The positives being that the pregnancy sac was visible and measuring right on track, I wasn’t experiencing any pain, and I wasn’t hemorrhaging. 

Step 3: Call Mister. He wanted to bring me to the doctor today. He had picked up an overtime shift but was unable to get in touch with anyone to have the slot covered so he could be with me. So I had to keep him informed via text and phone calls. 
Now I’m home again, laying down. Every cramp or tightening of my stomach scares the crap out of me. The doctor said I didn’t need to be on any bed rest, and that whatever was going to happen would happen, no mater what. 

“If you’re miscarrying then nothing you can do or not do with change that. Absolutely nothing will make this better or worse.”

Except for sex. Sorry Mister. And actually she sad sex hadn’t been proven to have negative affects. It’s just that intercourse can increase bleeding and cause moms to freak out more. So it’s important that I stay calm and relaxed and be as smart about the pregnancy as possible. Send me good vibes, you guys. 

A scary day

Yesterday morning I went shopping with a girlfriend. We hadn’t spent any time together in a while, so it was fun. But when I came home for lunch, I noticed I was bleeding. This is scary for me, as I’m about 4-5 weeks pregnant. After calling the doctor and taking another pregnancy test, I felt slightly better. The pregnancy test was darker than the one I took last week, so that was a positive. The nurse felt confident that I wasn’t experiencing any severe pain on one side or the other (to indicate ectopic pregnancy). I was ordered to be on bed rest and stay hydrated. No problem, right? We’ll see, I got upset and I cried. A lot. We want this baby so badly. But we also want a healthy baby and understand that sometimes the body won’t carry when there’s something wrong. Mister was pretty calm about it all, reminding me that this can be quite normal and that I should just take it easy. (He was at work while this was happening). Munchkin overheard me talking to him and she kept telling me to be brave. 

Fast forward to this morning. I woke up and was afraid to get out of bed. (You women know what I’m saying). But it couldn’t be avoided. I got up and my fears were realized.  I proceeded to cry as I walked into where Mister was having breakfast and told him what was wrong. I called the on-call nurse who recommended bed rest and that I call the doctors office during business hours and talk to the nurse for blood work and possible ultrasound. 
Hold that thought….the office just called and wants me in now. So here goes nothing!

A southern Yankee thing

Someone asked me to explain the title, so I will. Mister grew up on an island off the coast of MA for the first 22 years of his life. When he followed family here, we began working together. As for me, I’ve lived within a thirty mile radius of my current location. My. Entire. Life. I’m from the south, and he’s from the north. It made for interesting conversations at first. Now I think it makes for a great household. I’m from the land of every carbonated beverage being called a “Coke”, traffic lights are red lights no matter what color they are at the time you’re speaking of them, and that thing you put your groceries in while shopping? That’s a “buggy”. One point in my favor is that I was raised by an old world woman who believed in feminism and education and presenting yourself at your best level. So I personally call carbonated beverages sodas, traffic signals are just that and I didn’t know about you but I use a shopping cart. I also didn’t get pregnant or married at eighteen nor have I ever lived in a trailer. (Not that there is anything wrong with what I have just mentioned. I’m just highlighting some stereotypes). You can only imagine for my guy it was a culture shock to go from the only place he had ever known to a land riddled with crime and poor education. 

But luckily for me he stuck around the area and we met. We were friends for two years before we began dating. The first time we kissed, I was 27 and he was 24. Now I’m 33 and he’s 29. So it’s working for us. We’ve had some laughs and confusion over the years. It took a while to understand the judgement that sometimes comes across when he speaks, and, in turn, it took him a while to understand the ‘come on in’ frame of mind us southerners tend to have. I like to think we’ve found our balance. 

It’s just incredibly lucky for him that he landed a “southern” girl who doesn’t care about college football (shhh don’t tell anyone. People around here take that as a serious offense), and loves the Red Sox. 

As for Munchkin, she’s an adorable balance of both our upbringings and our phrasing a with her own little unique accent. It’s fun. I can’t wait to see what the next one will do! 

A lazy morning

Mister had to go to work today. He’s a paramedic, and shifts are long and stressful. When he comes home he won’t talk much about his shift, but will want to relax. He has the opportunity for lazy nights. Because of that, Munchkin and I get to have a lazy morning. 

See? Chilling. Under a Hello Kitty blanket. Like a couple of boss babes. She has bed head. We both have morning breath. But we’re cuddled together in an oversized arm chair and she’s watching “her shows”. The furry kids? They’re scattered about. 

I’m enjoying the lazy morning while I can, because soon her royal highness will begin to say she’s hungry (even though she’s eaten breakfast already). She’ll say she’s thirsty (even though she had a full cup beside her). When I stand up to pee, she’ll attach herself to my body. It’s how we roll. We put a whole new meaning to ‘attachment parenting’. She’s literally always with me. And I’ve enjoyed every minute of it. (For the most part). 

Later today we will go into the attic. I have some things to sort though up there. See, a few days ago I found out that I’m pregnant. It’s exciting and overwhelming at the same time. It’s just a shame that I don’t have any of Munchkin’s baby things left. (I thought we were only having one so I didn’t keep anything. Oops). Anyway, I’ll go into the attic and see what we have and start making lists. I’m a champion list maker. 

It’s been five years since I last had a newborn in the house. What do I need? What are your favorite, must-have pieces? Comment and let me know. I’d love to hear from you 🙂
Oh, and if you want the incredibly cozy, adult sized hello kitty blanket, we found this one for Munchkin on Amazon.