Breaking news

Our city is breaking it’s temperature records with no sign of stopping and I have not yet melted. There have been some meltdowns, but I am pulling through. F, as always, was a rock when started to tear up because I was too hot last night. I have found the best thing to do is sleep with icepacks on my head. I wake up when they are no longer cold and then just switch it for another one. I also took ice packs to work with me. Yesterday they said including humidity it reached 38 (100 F) and the classroom I work in is way hotter. What craziness. Thanks for all the comments! I felt so much better to hear that pregnancy makes heat hotter. I wasn’t sure if I was just being a wuss.

The other piece of breaking news is that I passed a big test that I took for further certification in my field. I took it in June, while pregnant and moving.  I can’t tell you how happy I was when it was done.   My schedule was crazy while I was preparing. The test involved being video taped for three hours. These kind of tests make me really nervous and I flapped like a chicken for the first part until suddenly a stream of swear words ran through my head. Luckily they stayed in my head, but after that the flapping stopped and I started to make more sense.  I am very happy to have passed.

6 months

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Moumee’s testing out baby gear again

Moumee's rock'in the sling.

Moumee way prefers her new sling over the onesie she tried on earlier. We, being the sick people that we are, loved dressing her in the onsie even more than popping her into the sling. It seemed more fun and riskay stuffing her in that cute little dinosaur outfit. She is considering getting a job testing out baby products for expectant parents and is hoping that there is Bruneian beef jerky or dried shrimp involved.

Membership on hold

I have been a long standing member of the ittybittytinytitty committee.  I have good ergonomics for swimming and don’t mind. Yesterday morning I realized that I need to put my membership on hiatus. I dropped a blueberry down my shirt. It got caught caught on the maternity empire waist band. I have never dropped food down my shirt, but now I have two oranges holding out my shirt and things fall in. Normally things would land on the ground or on my lap, but that is not the case any longer.  I am a chesty food catcher. I have also caught falafel and grass that my niece was throwing at me. It is hard to say what I will catch next.

Cycling through the trimesters

Trimester 1- WEEE!

After completing all the required weeks of resting after IFV I hesitantly started biking ahead.  Hesitant only because it was hard to believe that I could stay pregnant and move around at the same time. After a few short rides my confidence came back. My speed did not.  Right around week 12 we did a much shorten version of the a bike trip we have done many times. It is my favorite bike trail and it is stunningly beautiful. The trail goes through fields, by a lake and beside the ocean. Luckily it was  a beautiful spring day since it turned out to be one of the longest rides of my life. I did manage to pass one other cyclist on the trail. He was four and counting flowers while he rode. F kept encouraging me to keep peddling. If I had ridden any slower I would have fallen off. Trimester one is called WEEE because wow did I ever have to pee that whole trimester while on the bike. Leaning forward on that little seat dumped all my insides directly on my bladder. Ten minutes into every ride the WEEE feeling started and stayed there until I stood up when it magically disappeared. I learned to avoid drinking water until I got to where I was going.

Trimester two -Granny Gear

I never got my speed up, but the pee feeling got better. Things must have moved around a little inside. I have shorten all my rides and now stick to the bike trails only. I am still generally slow and hills are really slow. I ride granny gear a lot of time. I also got a few adjustments made to my bike to give my belly a little more room and to increase the stability of my ride. My seat is lower and my handle bars are as high as they can go. I also keep riding regularly so I am always gradually adjusting to how my balance and body is changing.

Trimester three- ???

Trimester three is only two weeks away. I believe the ideal bike to take me through the pregnancy is a chopper bike. I am drooling just thinking about it. Can you imagine how cool that would be? A totally pregnant chick riding a chopper?  Yikes that is spendy it might have to stay in my imagination.

This is a bike to drool over

Belly love

The belly button ring is gone. It had to happen.

I put off doing anything with it until yesterday. It doesn’t fit anymore. I called several piercing places and researched on line. There are flexible belly rings that can be used during pregnancy, but none of the piercers I talked with recommend them. Even the flexible rings still make the hole mishapen. They also said that I had had the piercing so long that it would be fine and that they could put the sparkle back in after.  She said it might pinch a bit, but it would be nothing after childbirth. Oh gosh.  She didn’t know that while getting it pierced I flailed, squealed like a pig, almost fainted and had to be karate chopped back on the table by my good friend CV.  That just leaves me wondering about getting the bar back in not to mention childbirth…hmmm I am sure it will all work out. Right?

I have to say my belly button is much happier now. I miss the sparkly shininess of it and a bikini is just not the same without it, but it feels better and my belly button has room to grow. I am still wearing a bikini and that doesn’t have to change.

Meet the terminator

This is F. In our house we each have our strong areas and pretty much stick to them. I am the one that fixes things, builds IKEA furniture,  lifts heavy things, and generally deals with anything messy and dirty. F fixes the computer, cooks, bakes, negotiates mortgages and generally deals with logistics. F reads about gardening, I deadhead roses.

When we noticed that there is a small wasps nest on the garage of our new home, I took charge. It is right over the back yard and so the wasps come by for picnics. Our niece is coming to stay next week and we have a lot of kids visiting right now.  It was decided the wasps have to go.

I googled wasp’s nest removal and talked to hardware store people and came up with a plan.  Sometime while discussing it with F, it became obvious that the pregnant lady should not stand on a chair in the dark at midnight on the lawn and spray poison on a wasp nest. The mighty can was handed over to F. She bravely took on the task and went out to exterminate in the middle of the night. After panicking and running back into the house once, she managed to spray the whole side of the garage and part of the roof, lose the plastic nozzle and completely miss the nest. There were tears. She felt she had failed at the one job she had to do as the ‘husband’ while I was pregnant.

The next day my family was over and we were all laughing about the attempt to exterminated wasps while watching them happily buzz around. (F was over her husband stress.) When I mentioned that our plan to go out again that night, my mom intervened. She said, “no more girls trying to kill wasps at midnight. Hire someone.” And we did to F’s relief. He hopefully will come this week.

I call F “the girl of my dreams that I never even dreamed of” because I couldn’t have imagined anyone that amazing. She truly pulled us through the first part of this pregnancy when I couldn’t see past the next ultrasound appointment and lifted more boxes than I can count while we were moving. She may not kill wasps, but she does so much for us and keeps the house running when I am wiped out from pregnancy. I couldn’t ask for more in a girl than her. This morning she felt the baby kick for the first time.

Classified Adds

Help Wanted: Need a pregnant lady to be a mattress tester at our new store. Duties include taking naps on display beds and giving feedback on the various mattresses and pillows.  Must be comfortable sleeping with a minimum of four pillows. As part of our realistic display philosophy you must be willing to walk around eating snacks and Tums in stylish pajamas during your work time. Some light customer service duties will be interspersed with the naps.

This would be my ideal job right now

Moumee’s food

Moumee who doesn't want her food eaten or her picture taken

I came home from work and ate all the food in the whole house.  I even considered eating Moumee’s food, but she gave me a look that meant business and it didn’t smell so good so I left it. Then I laid on the couch with Moumee on my belly and the baby kicked her. I think the kicking was payback for Moumee not sharing food. Moumee is blissfully unaware of how her life will change and that one day she will be not be able to sleep through the baby’s shenanigans. Tonight I will be back to my regular 8 bedtime. Tiredness is back.

Moving

Thump thump thump…thumpy thump. Yup that’s what I felt the night before we moved. I hoped it wasn’t gas, cause if it was it was gonna be bad. Luckily enough it was the baby. This is the best part of being pregnant. Most of the physical symptoms of pregnancy are blucky. Feeling the baby kick and move around is fun! Tonight was also super fun. We had friends over at our new house for a bbq and I didn’t have to go to bed at 7:30 or need a nap today. I love being awake.