Saturday, December 31, 2011

Ten Updates and Photos! (22 weeks and 23 weeks!)

It has been a week since I last posted and I don't even know where to begin...SO, here are ten things that are sure to bring you up to date!

1. Meg's round ligament pain disappeared Saturday morning (just as the doctor predicted) The prenatal yoga really seemed to help. We just have to make sure Meg takes it easy and doesn't "overdo" it from here on out.

2. Meg and I had a WONDERFUL holiday! While we were unable to do a few of our annual traditions (shopping and the holiday light show), we enjoyed spending time with both of our families!

3. Avery received Christmas gifts! We've added several blankets, outfits, toys, and books to the nursery! (you should know that these were NOT gifts from us!) Meg and I did, however, use some of our gift cards to purchase clearance dresses...we couldn't mom will be so happy!!!

4. We took a road trip to Longwood Gardens. What was supposed to be an hour and 10 minute ride turned into almost 2 hours. We arrived at 5:30 only to discover that tickets were sold out until 7pm! With nothing to do, we headed to Applebees with my parents, brother, and his girlfriend. Once everyone's bellies were full (and dad had a beer), spirits were lifted! We were anxious to head back to the park. Unfortunately, an accident rerouted us three times before we actually made it thru the entrance into the parking lot. Once in the gardens, we had a great time, but I think it's safe to say that Dad will NEVER go back!

5. My new car was damaged in a car accident. Some stupid teenager decided not to wear her contact lenses and took a turn too fast and too sharp. Thankfully, no one was hurt. Still waiting for her insurance company to fix my car though.

6. Though we didn't see everyone as much as we would have liked to, we were able to catch up with some friends and family. We went shopping with our friend Amanda and scheduled an impromptu movie night with our friend Michelle (but ended up just talking and catching up!) We had dinner in New Hope with our friends Kathleen and Julie (who are also expecting). We visited our friend Tara Lyn and met her daughter Violet for the first time!!! We even spent time with my brother and his girlfriend, Bri! If only there was more time..

7. We nested! With one more purple heart donation scheduled to be picked up on Wednesday, I can officially say that we have cleaned out the house. On top of our regular cleaning, we organized our closets and the kitchen cabinets. We cleaned out the pantry. We even created a filing system for bills, receipts, and mail. The house looks great!

8. We picked out fabric for Avery's quilt. My mom started quilting a few years ago. With each quilt, she perfects her craft. Her last quilt (the one for Tara Lyn) was my favorite (and her best to date). I'm convinced that Avery's will be even better! The colors are light pink, hot pink, brown, white, moss green, and a darker shade of moss green.

9. Avery was kicking like crazy this morning! (I guess she loved the idea of breakfast in bed while watching Dexter!) Definitely going to miss feeling her when we have to go back to work.

10. Meg and I are spending New Years Eve at home for the first time in years. We're laying low, watching movies, walking to the fireworks (possibly) and otherwise enjoying our last New Years alone...this time next year, we'll have an 8 month old (give or take a few weeks!)

Sorry these are late...

22 week pictures...avery was the weight of a spaghetti squash (this picture features a yellow squash...I had to improvise!)

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23 weeks...Avery is the weight of a large mango! She's getting big...over a pound now!

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Friday, December 23, 2011

first scare (hope it's the last!)

Meg called me late this morning to tell me she was having pain on her lower right side. She told me she called the OB and was waiting for a call back.

I tried to reassure her and calm her down, but inside I was a mess. I called my mom as soon as we hung up...I needed reassurance!

I then got on the internet and googled pain in the 2nd trimester. Sure enough, I had the diagnosis long before Meg called me back.

The OB said it is called round ligament pain. It is perfectly normal and happens because the uterus is stretching. I told Meg to take it easy and that I would check in soon.

I text my best friend, Trish (to let her know what was going on). She called me right away and I could barely fight back the tears. 

EVERYONE told me that the pain was normal and not to worry, but it was/ and still is absolutely terrifying. 

Meg's coworker, Jane, was nice enough to drive Meg to my parents' house (she was at work when all of this started)...Meg threw up on the way (she gets carsick easily) but felt better (nausea-wise) immediately after. Unfortunately, the pain didn't go away.

In fact, while resting at my parents', the pain shifted from the right to the left. Meg was able to feel Avery several times, so that made me feel a little better. 

I called to check on her periodically throughout the day...We ended up eating dinner with mom and dad before coming home. 

I felt so bad. Meg could barely walk. She was hunched over and grimaced with every step. Again, I got on the computer to google ligament pain and one site suggested stretching. I mentioned the prenatal yoga dvd to Meg. She agreed to try.

It seems to have worked. She's still in pain, but she seems more herself. We'll stretch again before bed and hopefully tomorrow she will wake up good as new! (I should mention that she was really active yesterday at work and came home saying she was exhausted. I think she just overdid it.)

No worries though, she says that she still loves being pregnant!!! (she's terrified of going into labor though, lol!)

Monday, December 19, 2011

kick watch

You've heard of whale watching, right? Well, I've been on official kick watch for the past few days!

That being said, I can happily say I saw Avery kick tonight! Amazing!

Sunday, December 18, 2011

A baby filled weekend (21 week pictures!)

Meg and I (and our friend Amanda) had an impromptu dinner date on Friday night with our friend, (and Avery's Aunt), Trish.

We met at Whole Foods. There, Trish bought Avery a Kimochi! Kimochi's are toys to teach feelings. They are so cute, so it's hard to choose just one.

We settled on Huggtopus. "Huggtopus is all smiles and hugs. She is very affectionate and strong and sometimes gets carried away by her big friendly personality. Her favorite number is 8. Her favorite color is pink. She has a special fondness for bubblegum and plays the xylophone."

On Saturday, Meg's parents came up to install our new stainless steel microwave (our Christmas gift) and to drop off bins of Meg's niece's clothing. Meg's dad was joking around saying that we would never have to buy clothes again (unless we wanted to).

After sorting through the bins Saturday night, I think it's safe to say he was right!

We sorted the bins and tried to calculate when Avery would wear the was amusing! The clothes from 0-9 months went into Avery's closet while the 12-24 months went back into the big tupperware. We put the 9-12 months on top of the tupperware.

Of course, Meg wants them to be even more organized, but we'll save that project for another day! For now, here's how the closet is looking (ignore the screens...Meg took them out of the windows to hang Christmas swags)

We found this outfit while Christmas shopping for family and friends. We couldn't resist!

Last, but not least...Here are Meg's 21 week photos...Avery is the length of a carrot!

I made fun of Meg for holding the carrot like a knife, but at least you can see how big her belly is getting!

Oh, in other news, Avery has become very active! She was kicking last night at 10, this morning at 3:40, and all throughout the day. 

It used to be only around 7pm when Meg would say, "Come here," and grab my hand. Now it's all the time! We LOVE IT! 

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Waste of time

So, we went for our follow up ultrasound appointment check Avery's spine (she didn't cooperate last time)

Sadly, this time wasn't much different. Our appointment was scheduled for 3:30 (the last ultrasound appointment of the day). The ultrasound technician called us back at 3:40. We were out by 3:45. It was a waste of time.

She took 1 picture of Avery's neck, pushed so hard on Meg's pelvic bone that she actually hurt her (Meg not Avery) and told us to come back again.

As if her impatient demeanor wasn't bad enough, what made it worse was that they didn't have any ultrasound appointments for January 6th (the day of our next regular check up). SO...we had to schedule one for the 10th.

Meg's going to call the doctor tomorrow to ask if the ultrasound is really necessary. All of the other tests came back fine. I don't see why we can't just wait until our final ultrasound. I guess time will tell.

On a more positive note, Avery looked great. She was moving all around...I just wish we could have seen more of her! (I could stare at her heart beating for hours!)

I'll post Meg's 21 week photos this weekend. Until then, Happy Christmas shopping! (We have yet to even start!)

Friday, December 9, 2011

The moment we've all been waiting for...

Today was our 20 week ultrasound. It felt like we'd been waiting for this day forever! (maybe that's because I hate surprises) We both took off from work so that we could get an early appointment. It worked out well because they took us back into the room about 15 minutes after our scheduled appointment time (not bad considering how long we have had to wait in the past!)

Once in the room, the ultrasound tech asked us why we were there. I was confused and a little disheartened by her question...shouldn't they know why we were coming?!

THEN she started talking about twins. "Twins!?" we asked. A moment later she smiled and said, "OH!!! Your chart has two female symbols. I assumed it was for twins, but it must represent the two of you!" We all laughed for a moment, but I swear my blood pressure must have shot through the roof!

I asked her if she would tell us the gender as soon as she found out or if we would have to wait until the end. She told us that normally she makes people wait, but since she scared us with the twin comment she might break her own rule.

I tried videotaping, but she told me I wasn't allowed. (I wish I could have because we saw the baby swallow, wave, and stick out her tongue)

Yep, that's right. It's a GIRL!!!

The technician wasn't sure at first because she couldn't get a good look. The baby was too busy being a show off (she would move her hand in the way when the technician tried to take pictures of her feet) lol, it sounds cute now, but it wasn't at the time!!!

After about 10 minutes of trying, the technician made Meg go to the bathroom to see if the baby would switch positions. I started freaking out! I didn't want to have to wait another 4 weeks!! 

Fortunately, Meg came back and the baby gave the technician a quick shot. The technician reviewed the pictures and sure enough, she said, "it's a baby girl."

The funny thing is that while she was doing the ultrasound I was looking to see if I could pick up anything. There was one moment where the baby's legs were up in the air and you could see her butt. I started thinking, "Oh my gosh, it's a girl! This child is going to hate me. I've been calling her a boy for over a week! I need to pick a name..."

The first name that came to mind was Avery (it's been at the top of Meg's list for a while) but I was holding out. When we went back into the waiting room before our regular check up I leaned over to Meg and said I liked the name Avery. She agreed. 

And just like that, the baby in Meg's belly became a reality...We are having a baby girl. Our daughter, Avery Anne Wiegand will be named after my best friend and my mom!

Here are the pictures from the ultrasound...check out her legs! She had them all the way over her head at one point.

Here is our picture with Santa Claus...this is how we announced the news to our friends and family!

Finally, this is Meg's 20 week photo. Avery is the length of a banana! (Can you tell Bailey loves bananas?!?!)

We'll save the drama from our Babies R Us registry for another day!!! Time to go relax and get ready for tomorrow's trip to NYC!!

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you..all of the tests came back great, but the technician was unable to see the baby's spine (because she was on her back and refused to move!) so we have to go back in for another ultrasound next Thursday (December 15th)!

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Amoxicillin, Xmas Shopping, and Stalking Sneezes (19 week photos)

So, the doctor called on Friday...Meg has strep throat. He put her on amoxicillin. She has to take it 3 times a day for 10 days. We were nervous about how the strep/antibiotic would affect the baby, but the pharmacist AND the doctor assured us that everything would be okay.

Meg and I went to Peddler's Village this weekend. We had dinner at Sweet Lorraine's (we were given a $25 gift certificate). It's not organic, but they offer a free range chicken on the menu, so I figured I would be safe eating there. The food was delicious and I didn't have any problems.

After dinner we walked around. We weren't able to find a Christmas ornament, but we did buy a few presents. All the stores were lit up. It was so beautiful. We stopped to take some pictures...

Meg has been feeling the baby kick for a few weeks now (some days more than others). I haven't been able to feel him yet (yes, we have been using that pronoun...though we won't know officially until Friday) because Meg can't predict when he is going to move.

That being said, I've noticed that she often feels the baby move after she sneezes (she sneezes at least once a day since she can't take her allergy medicine).

This morning, while getting ready to go visit our friends, Meg sneezed. Finally, the moment I'd been waiting for! I leapt across the room and put my hands on her stomach. Meg was a little confused and scared, lol. Naturally, I asked if she felt him. She told me she didn't feel anything because she was scared for her life. Whoops!

We spent the day walking the Bridgewater mall with our friends from NY. It was great to catch up and make fun of the crazy Christmas shoppers.

On the way home, Meg and I had a moment where we just looked at one another. We both smiled and I put my hand on her belly. As we approached New Hope, she moved my hand to the left. She asked if I felt him. I said, "No," but a few seconds later, I did!

Imagine someone making a fist and lightly pounding on your thigh in two quick "knocks." Amazing!!!

Last, but not are Meg's 19 week photos...Our baby is the size of a large heirloom tomato! (funny story...I originally bought beefsteak tomatoes thinking they were the same thing...clearly I was mistaken!)

Heirloom is on the right!!

Sunday, November 27, 2011

18 week photos (sorry they're late!)

Ok, so this week is 19 weeks, but I never put up the 18 week photos...I know. I know. I stink at this!

BUT, I had a fun idea (you can thank my friend and coworker for planting the idea in my head)...not sure why it took 18 weeks to think of, but here you go...

Here is a picture of our little bell pepper!!!

Christmas Traditions (lots of pictures!)

After a wonderful Thanksgiving, Meg and I were anxious to set up for Christmas...We had my dad come over to the house to help bring down the decorations from the attic (I wasn't about to have Meg lifting heavy boxes).

I told Dad we were looking for 6 tupperware boxes (Meg told me that number a few days earlier) but she kept on insisting that it was only 5. So, 5 boxes came down.

While I battled a head cold, Meg decorated the house. She had a minor freak out moment when she realized an entire box of decorations was missing. I didn't say, "I told you so." (you should be proud!) I didn't even tease her about her pregnancy brain. Instead, I held the attic stairs while she went up to find the missing box. (Don't worry...she passed the items down to me individually)

Last night Meg and I went to our local farm to search for the perfect Christmas tree. I'm sure there are cheaper places to buy trees (people tell us every year) but it's our tradition. Usually we do the light show, but we decided to wait until later in the season for that.

It took us less than 10 minutes to pick the tree. While the guy made a fresh cut and tied the tree to our car, Meg and I took a picture in front of the singing tree and headed inside to look for a new ornament.

It is our annual tradition to buy a special ornament that symbolizes our experiences for the year (some years we have bought more than one ornament...stocking stuffers for each other). Over the past 8 years, we have racked up engagement ornaments, wedding ornaments, and first home ornaments.

We started talking the other day about what type of ornament we needed to buy to symbolize this year. Did you know they make turkey baster ornaments? We're not buying one, but I thought it was amusing!

I did find a few cute "expecting" ornaments on the internet, but we're going to wait to buy one just in case we find one on Friday (I'm taking Meg to Peddler's's very crafty and has unique items)

Until then, here is a picture of our place holder's perfect!

I should also mention that my mom bought Meg an "I did it!" ornament to signify her graduation from Temple University, so that made it on the tree too!

Here we are setting up the tree...

I suppose we should have taken a picture of the two of us in front of the tree, but last night it was way too late by the time we got the tree up and tonight Heineken was trying to eat the ornaments off of the tree! Don't believe me??? Here's proof!

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Like Father Like Daughter (Obnoxious Prenatal Yoga Bloopers)

Ok, so I'll be the first one to admit that I have a little bit of my father AND my mother in me. I'd like to say that I get the best of both of them, but I tend to get my obnoxious and nervous behavior from my dad...just'll see!

Mom keeps telling me stories of when the two of them went to lamaze classes and dad bounced tennis balls off of her back. Sounds like something I would do...I'm sure I've told you before that Meg threatens me every time we go to the OB and I start playing with the models!

I'm not always bad...Take tonight, for an attempt to be supportive, I encouraged Meg to try out the prenatal yoga dvd I bought her at the beginning of the pregnancy. I should mention that Meg is very familiar with yoga (she used to go/do it frequently at home) I, on the other hand, am not! Every time Meg asked me to go with her or to do it with her, I refused.

I don't know if it's the quietness or the breathing or the chanting or just the outfits the women wear...something about it just makes me really uncomfortable (to the point where I want to crack up and be obnoxious). It's uncontrollable really!

As I fast forwarded through the introduction on the dvd, I promised myself that I would try to keep an open mind and be supportive for Meg (and the baby). Immediately, I was distracted by the women's  outfits. They were sort of like bathing suits and leotards mixed together. Naturally, I cracked my first joke, stating that we were not equipped to do this video because we didn't have the uniform (I should get one for Meg for Christmas?!?)

Meg smiled, but otherwise ignored me. We started doing the stretches. The woman kept saying the word exhale, but instead of saying exhale, she would say, "ex-sale." This annoyed me- to the point where I felt the need to repeat and mock her...otherwise destroying the relaxing atmosphere of yoga.

As we moved into the downward dog stretches, I quieted down and started to behave. It didn't last for long though. I could feel myself getting bored with the breathing...SO, I felt the need to remind Meg that she should be following the 2nd trimester woman. (I decided prior to the start of the video that I would follow the third trimester woman!)

All of the sudden, we had to stand up with our legs straight and sway our arms back and forth. I felt like an octopus! It was great!!!

Are you ready for the good part??? As the video neared the end, the lead woman told us to sit on the floor and prepare for our kegel exercises. All I can say is THANK GOD we were in our own house and NOT in public because I have never laughed so hard.

The woman, so matter of factly, stated, "start at the basement, move to the first floor, then the second floor, and finally to the third floor." When the madness was over, I turned to Meg and asked if it was bad that I was hoping to see her vagina moving through the floors (she had the worst camel toe!!!) Meg laughed and said she was watching for it too!!!

Totally made my night! LOL!!!

Stay tuned for details from tomorrow's segment! (Standing Poses)

Monday, November 21, 2011

The first of many

As if Meg feeling the baby for the first time wasn't enough to make us smile from ear to ear, we came home to a package from CCB (california cryobank). 

They sent us a congratulatory letter and a folder on our donor. Inside, they placed the donor's profile, personal essay, extensive medical background, and childhood photos. I have all of the same information stored on my computer, but holding it in my hands (knowing that one day we will share the information with our child) made this whole process seem real! (up until this point it's been very surreal)

In honor of Meg feeling the baby for the first time, I read a book to Meg's tummy. Knowing that it will be the first of many, I decided on On the Night You Were Born by Nancy Tillman. I bought the book in May as a gift for Meg when we first started the ttc process...

It's amazing how far we've come. Our baby will be here before we know it...only 156 days left!

First "Kicks"

Last night, while showering, Meg paused and said, "Oh." (and grabbed her belly) I asked her what was wrong and she told me that she didn't know. I then freaked out and asked her if she was in pain. Meg replied, "It's not like that." I suggested that maybe she was feeling the baby move for the first time, but neither of us were sure. I mean it's not like there is a specific timeline for these things.

Meg called me on her way to work this morning to say she had another weird feeling. This time it was up high (under her rib). I told her that maybe she was just anticipating feeling the baby. I reassured her that she would know when she REALLY felt the baby.

I decided to use my prep to share with you the text message I just got from Meg, "Definitely feeling the baby!! I can't wait for you to feel it!"

I can't believe it!

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Breaking dawn, target, dreams, and pet peeves...

Wow, so it's been a while! I often find myself thinking, "I should blog about this," but then life gets in the way and I forget.

So, yea, this is my attempt to fill you in on what's been happening...

Meg and I went to see Breaking Dawn yesterday with Meg's mom. It was absolutely fantastic! Afterwards, we stopped at Target to pick up a few things.

Naturally, Meg wandered into the maternity section and started looking at the winter coats. I asked her if she was going to try one on. Out of nowhere a target team member approached us and said "this is the maternity section." Meg turned around, breathed fire, and said, "I know. I'm pregnant."

I couldn't help, but laugh. Clearly the woman was just trying to help. She couldn't see/tell Meg was pregnant (Meg was wearing a black Northface jacket and a scarf and had her back to her) but Meg got so offended. She even started getting all teary eyed in the food section (can you say hormones?!)

Meg couldn't get over why the woman would think she was dumb enough to look through clothes under the giant maternity sign when she's not pregnant. She claimed this mistake is just as bad as when people ask strangers when they're due (when they're not even pregnant).

I guess she has a point. LOL! It's even funnier that we have a family friend who is infamous for asking women when they're due. Talk about awkward!

Ok, fast forward to this's where the breaking dawn reference comes into play. SPOILER ALERT if you haven't read the books (or seen the movie)...there's a scene where Bella touches her belly and you can see the "baby" kick.

Up until this point, Meg claims to have no clue as to the gender of our baby (most people are incorrect on their suspicions anyway) BUT Meg had a dream last night that the baby kicked and the baby's penis protruded from her belly. Disturbing, I know, but maybe it means we're having a boy?

Ok, fast forward some more. We spent most of the morning cleaning out the baby's room and organizing piles of things to go into the attic, things to get donated, things to go into the trash, etc. The closet is almost empty and even houses a few baby outfits (which we got as gifts). It's getting there...

This afternoon was spent baking together. We made some kickass banana crumb muffins and some disappointing pumpkin chocolate chip cookies (they can't compete with Mom's pumpkin bread).

While cleaning up the kitchen, I went to feed Meg a little piece of leftover muffin. She informed me that she HATES when I do that. I was so confused (it's not like I make a habit of feeding her!) She, of course, blamed it on her pregnancy. But, can pet peeves just form out of nowhere?

I went to give her a sip of water a few minutes later and she just glared at me. She told me that if she wanted water she would get herself water. A moment later I turned around to a chocolate chip in my face.."how do YOU like it", she asked?

I laughed and said, "Wow, I was frightened!"

Now (after reading this blog to her) I'm cracking up because the fire breathing dragon is screaming, "Oh my gosh! You DO make a habit of feeding me!!!"

I think it's safe to say that laughter is the key to surviving pregnancy!

Thursday, November 10, 2011

CCB says it's official

I have a feeling this won't be as exciting for you guys as it was for Meg and I, but I felt like I needed to share...

One of our new friends from babycenter messaged me and asked how Meg and I chose our donor. I was messaging her back when all of the sudden it hit me...I hadn't checked our donor's profile in a while. 

Sure enough, when I visited the California Cryobank's site, I noticed that they updated his profile...he finally has a reported pregnancy! (They emailed me a survey a few weeks ago asking us why we stopped ordering. I told them it was because Meg was pregnant!) Way to go, Meg!!!

Anyhow, Meg and the little avocado are doing well. 4 more weeks until we find out if it's a boy or girl...

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Realizations and 15 week photos!!!

Meg and I came to a few realizations today...

1. Gap Maternity has one of the most organized and stylish maternity sections that we have come across thus far. It even had a bathroom!!! With the sale ($40 off every $100 you spend), it was the perfect place to purchase a dress for Meg's cousin's upcoming wedding!

2. The stores A Pea in a Pod, Motherhood Maternity, and Destination Maternity are not one in the same! While they accept the same gift card, $75 to A Pea in a Pod buys virtually nothing! Seriously, the jeans were $119.50!!! For that price, they should automatically dress you! Needless to say, we did NOT buy a pair. Instead, Meg purchased a shirt and a boppy pillow...(which brings me to my next realization)

3. The boppy body pillow is loved by both pregnant women and dogs! (funny how they don't advertise that on the brochure) *WARNING* The pillow may cause your wife to speak in a whiney voice until you correctly position it...take my advice, DO NOT tell her she needs to stop whining!

Bailey loves his mommy and her boppy!

While Meg is almost 16 weeks pregnant, here are her 15 week photos (as promised). If you backtrack to the 12 week pictures you can definitely notice a difference...It's funny, people are starting to tell her she's putting on weight (she has only gained 4 lbs) family members even reached out to touch her belly last night. LOVE IT!

Rocking her new maternity bday outfit!

Her belly is definitely low...does that mean it's going to be a boy?

Getting bigger!!!

Thursday, November 3, 2011

A Day We'll Remember

I wanted to leave school a few minutes early today for our 15 week OB appointment, but life had other plans. I called Meg (on my way) to say that I would be a little late and she informed me that the appointment was at the Lawrenceville office not the Yardley office (which tacked on an extra 17 minutes to the 40 minute ride!!!)

I started to get nervous that I wouldn't make it to the appointment. I mean, I left school around 3:10 and our appointment was at 3:30, but I weaved in and out of traffic and managed to make it to the office shortly before 4.

As I was parking, Natalie Merchant's "These are days" came on. You know my thing with music...naturally, I made a connection!

These are days you'll remember

Never before and never since, I promise
will the whole world be warm as this
and as you feel it, you'll know it's true
that you are blessed and lucky
it's true, that you are touched by something
that will grow and bloom in you

As I listened to the lyrics, it dawned on me that we were about to hear the heartbeat. (The last time we heard the heartbeat was at our 8 week appointment at the fertility clinic) I couldn't help, but think how fortunate we are to be able to share our lives together and to experience this wonderful little miracle.

I really can't put into words how much we already love this baby (which is only the size of an apple!) I (we) think about him/her everyday. We've even started a nightly ritual of tummy time!! (might sound silly, but I just place my hand on Meg's belly while Meg and I talk about our life) It's my favorite time of day.

Ok, enough with the sentimental, mushy last time, we waited an hour and a half before we were called back to a room. The nurse took Meg's blood pressure and recorded her weight. She then listened to the baby's heartbeat using the doppler. No more fart gas for Meg!!! The heartbeat was as clear as day. (the nurse said it was strong at 142 and that anything in between 120 and 160 is good!) Way to go, baby W!

We then waited to see the doctor (she's the third one we have seen out of 6). She was very nice and said everything looked great. She took us to get Meg's blood drawn and said Congratulations and was out of our hair in less than 10 minutes.

We made our next appointment for December 9th (it's a Friday!) Meg and I made an early appointment so we don't have to waste time waiting. So, in 5 weeks, we'll find out the sex of the baby and the doctor will check all of his/her organs. We can't wait! The days are flying by. It will be here before we know it.

I guess Natalie Merchant was right...these are days we'll remember :-)

In other news, Congratulations to our friends Tara Lyn and Jason on the birth of their daughter, Violet Mae!! We love you!!!

Happy Birthday to Meg!!!

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Meg Update..just about 15 weeks

Tomorrow we head back to the OB to listen to the heartbeat and get some routine blood work done.

Meg's nausea is much better and she hasn't really complained about leg pain. She has however, complained about headaches. I tried to look it up on the internet and it talked a lot about the first trimester, but then other sources said 2nd, so I don't know. I think it's just one of those things where if it's really bad you take tylenol. We'll talk to the doc about it tomorrow.

I'll post another picture tomorrow...I can't say that her belly looks any bigger, but she's definitely more uncomfortable clothing wise. Her normal clothes are too tight, but maternity clothes are too big. Needless to say, trying on clothes is a nightmare!!!

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Never a dull moment

Flashback to last Wednesday...I drove to school with my hand pressing against my lower right side. (I'd been having pain since Monday, but figured I was just ovulating and needed to suck it up.) By the time I got to school I could barely move without wincing. I sat curled over on the chair as my friend googled ovarian cysts, appendicitis, gall bladders, and pretty much every other ailment we could think colleagues started making bets as to what was wrong with me (in their defense, they insisted that I leave, but I didn't want to)

I managed to make it until 10:45 (I spent most of the morning sitting in a chair.) I called Meg and told her the pain had gotten worse and that I was going to go to the ER. She met me at home and we went to the hospital by our house.

We waited in the ER for a long time. They scheduled me a CAT scan and an internal ultrasound..ugh! I did the ultrasound like a champ, but had an allergic reaction to the Barium drink and had to take benadryl (big surprise, right?!)

The ultrasound technician told me there was evidence of fluid in my uterus (apparently this happens when a cyst ruptures). I went down for the CT scan assuming I would be heading home shortly...seemed like a reasonable diagnosis.

WRONG! The doctor came over and told me he wanted to examine me before telling me the results of the scan...never a good sign. Kind of annoyed, I asked him, "Why? Do I have appendicitis?" "Well, that's what we're trying to find out," he replied.

Speeding ahead...he paged a surgeon down for a consult. The surgeon said he didn't think it was appendicitis, but the CT scan showed an enlarged tubular structure where the appendix would be..translation=I'd like to keep you over night for monitoring.

Meg and Mom and changed shifts back and forth, so that I didn't have to be alone...well, at least not until the bitchy nurse kicked Meg out...(she was better off sleeping in our bed than in a hospital waiting room)

By the time Meg came the next morning I was curled in a little ball and had a low fever. The technician took more blood (to check my white blood cells) and I waited for the surgeon to come in.

He came in around 10 and suggested that we proceed with the surgery. I figured I'd have a few hours to  process the information (though I kind of saw it coming based on how my night went) but the nurse came in and said they were going to prep me for surgery...

I had a laparoscopy and appendectomy. My appendix was fine (so technically I didn't NEED this surgery) but the doc was able to suck out some of the fluid from the cyst.

I have three small incisions (one in my belly button, one on my left side of my belly, and one long one under my belly-to the right of my belly button) I can't lift anything more than 10 lbs and have to wait until Tuesday to go back to work. Feels nice! (especially when I laugh and sneeze)

On the bright side, I don't have to ever worry when I get a sharp pain on my right side!

As for Meg, she's doing great. The nausea is almost completely gone. Her appetite is going strong...she actually enjoyed the hospital cafeteria, lol! She's still a little tired, but I think that's more a result of emotional stress than the pregnancy.

The baby is the size of a lemon and most likely busy sucking his/her thumb right now! :-)

Sunday, October 16, 2011

you're getting on my nerve (s)

Well, after a day of pregnancy hormone hell, I'm happy to report that Meg's hives are completely gone...took long enough, right??

On a different note, it seems as if we're right on target with the common 2nd trimester discomforts. Meg has just recently started complaining of leg pain.

I figured it was just because she's not used to standing all day and has now taken over all subjects forcing her to do so (not that she was EVER lazy running around with those three year olds!!!)

Anyhow, I did some googling and found that MANY pregnant women start experiencing leg and back pain in the second trimester because the growing uterus puts pressure on the nerve.

What's the remedy you ask??? A nightly back rub! Now that I think of it, my sciatic nerve is acting up from changing the litter in the litter box!!! (kidding)

Meg said the pain is just annoying...nothing worth taking medicine least not yet. She's going to try some stretches and see if that helps.

Hope everyone had a great weekend!

Friday, October 14, 2011

Fondue for Two

Our four year anniversary was yesterday, but we decided to celebrate tonight.

We bought all of the ingredients and dippers to make fondue at home (my stupid allergies inhibit us from frequenting the Melting Pot)

Our "date" started shortly after 4pm. The first course was cheese fondue (with salsa...tasted like queso!). We bought tortilla chips and granny smith apples for dippers, but we only ate the bread. It was SOOO good!

When we finished, we cleaned up the dishes and started to prepare the next course. Meg pulled the lobster tail out of the shell, cut her chicken and steak. I poured all of the sauces. Together, we then measured out the ingredients for the court bouillon broth. We set everything aside in the fridge and sat down to relax (and digest) for a while.

We caught up on Modern Family. By the time that was over, we were ready to eat again! It was amazing! I had scallops, shrimp, and lobster tail with teriyaki sauce, cocktail sauce, and garlic butter. Meg had chicken and NY strip steak (a few pieces) with melting pot seasoning. She also had potatoes with the Melting Pot's Green Goddess dip (made by yours truly).

Dinner took almost an hour and a half. It was so relaxing. Meg was in heaven. She said she wished every meal could be like this. I'm not sure if she meant the quality of the food, the ambiance, or just the fact that we were eating over such a long period of time! Either way, it was cute.

When dinner was finished, we loaded up the dishwasher. We washed the fondue forks for dessert and then sat down on the couch to relax and catch up on Vampire Diaries.

An hour later (around 8:15) Meg was feeling a little nauseous, but we decided to go ahead and make the chocolate fondue for dessert. We had bananas, brownies, cookies, and apples to dip. What a way to end the night!!!

Here is a picture of dinner...

Notice my rose arrangement??? I was almost in tears last night. I tried to combine the roses with white tulips (tulips mean perfect love and have become "our flower") but I SUCK at arranging flowers. I kept cutting the roses shorter and shorter. The tulips started turning brown because I kept taking them out of the water...It was a disaster, but Meg appreciated the effort and claims that the roses look beautiful. The tulips are doing much better and are hanging out in a different vase!

Thursday, October 13, 2011


I can still remember the day. It was October 13th, 2007. Meg and I were surrounded by our closest friends (many of which had to drive 8+ hours to get to Cape Cod, MA).

We ate breakfast together before parting ways. Meg went to get her hair done with the girls and I walked around Provincetown with the guys (and Trish and Tammy) searching for the perfect wedding present...

About two hours before the ceremony, the two Matts, Trish and Tammy and I started raking the beach and setting up the aisle of fall leaves. It took a little longer than expected...who knew that sand would be cold and hard in October???

Consequently, we had to rush back to the hotel to get ready. Tammy made some last minute alterations to my tux (apparently I didn't have belt loops...whoops!) and we headed out to pose for pictures in the garden.

As I stood barefoot on the beach, I looked back at the boats swaying gently on the bay. It was the perfect day to get married (minus the obnoxiously loud seagulls).

The music started to play cuing our bridal party to start walking down the street and onto the beach. My heart fluttered with excitement. I couldn't wait to see Meg. The song ended. It was just about time...

As she rounded the corner I couldn't hold back the tears. Her dress, her eyes, her smile, her hair...she was absolutely breathtaking.

I walked up to her and grabbed her hand. We walked the rest of the way together (never letting go of one another) As we exchanged our vows a crowd of strangers gathered to watch. We spoke of our fortune cookies from our first date...Mine said, "Your dearest dream is coming true." Meg's said, "Try it. You may like it."

It is now four years later and my dreams continue to come true...Happy Anniversary, sweetheart! I love you more than ever!!

Special thanks to everyone for loving and supporting us throughout the past 8 years and throughout our ttc means the world to us!

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

First Ultrasound at the OB

Today was our second appointment with our OB. We decided to try out the Lawrenceville office. It was SO much better than last time. It was clean, comfortable, and dare I say, beautiful?? 

The organization, yea, that was another story. After arriving 20 minutes early for our 3:45 appointment, Meg and I were left perfecting the art of statue making for several hours...we sat and waited and waited and waited. Again, it felt as though everyone who came in after us was called before us. GRR!!!

Finally, they called Meg's name. We were taken into a room and asked routine questions (they went over her paperwork) and took her blood pressure. The nurse then escorted us back to the waiting room. I figured it wouldn't be long before we were called back again to see the doctor. Boy was I wrong. 

It was after 5 o'clock when we finally went back to the room. We talked with a different nurse. She weighed Meg and then used the doppler to listen to the heartbeat. 

Unfortunately, she was unable to find it. To say that we were worried would be an understatement. After all, we hadn't seen/heard the heartbeat since week 8. Meg has been insanely sick, so we figured that was a good sign, but we couldn't figure out why the hell they couldn't hear the heartbeat!

I text mom (while waiting for the doctor) and she called me to say that she googled and found that people whom are gassy tend to have harder times locating heartbeats. I just laughed.

Ok, so it was about 5:45 and we still hadn't seen the doctor. We contemplated leaving. Meg was hungry and feeling nauseous (because she was so hungry) Suddenly the door swung open and we hear, "I didn't forget about you." 

Deja was just like the first appointment. We were so disappointed and then in walks the doctor to save the day. 

We talked briefly with the doc and expressed our concern about not hearing the heartbeat. He told us not to worry and that he would find it. He yelled down the hallway for a doppler (he was like a giant teddy bear!)

He put the gel on Meg's belly and started his search. Without knowing what Mom had already said (about the gas), he said, "It would be easier to hear the heartbeat if I didn't have to listen to your fart gas!!!" I've never laughed so hard.

After trying for several minutes he told Meg to get dressed and said he would give her an ultrasound. Here is a video clip from the ultrasound...all is well. The baby looks fantastic! I should have zoomed in, but I was trying to enjoy the moment...if you look closely (and listen to our voices), you will see the baby move! (especially when the doctor torments the kid, lol)


It has become abundantly clear why this practice was recommended to us. Meg and I just need to get accustomed to a life of waiting...I'm convinced that we're in good hands!

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

To Tell Or Not To Tell

Meg had a better day today...She had to run and get her seasick bands after eating a tiny piece of pumpkin pie (I guess it was the consistency???) After putting a spiced apple ginger chew in her mouth (she claims they are a gift from God) she managed to calm herself down...whatever works, right?!?

She's currently dwelling over who to send private facebook messages to before I announce the pregnancy tomorrow. Lol, gotta love her!

I'm just excited to finally spill the beans! I can't believe I lasted 12 weeks! I'm so proud of myself!

Tomorrow we head back to the OB to listen to the heartbeat. I'm bringing the flip camera...fingers crossed that I can capture it!

Monday, October 10, 2011

Columbus meets pregnancy

I had planned to celebrate the explorations of Christopher Columbus today whilst dreaming for an extra hour (I had off from school!!). Sadly, the baby had other plans...

Meg woke up at her normal time. She apologized for the light. I rolled over and fell back to sleep with the dogs. Shortly after, she said that she was going to be sick and proceeded to run to the bathroom. She ended up throwing up twice.

I can't believe it...first Thursday and now this. I know people say that bad morning sickness means the baby is healthy, but I'm waiting for the day that Meg explodes and tells me to stop reminding her while her head is in the toilet. It's going to

So, the day progressed, Meg had her ups and downs. I took her to the grocery store to pick out something to eat. She got really upset because an old man asked her to move. It practically sent her into tears!

Allow me to paint you a picture of our ride home...We're talking. Meg's eating a banana. Suddenly, she gets a pouty face and says, "I don't know why I'm crying." I couldn't help, but laugh. Seriously?!?!?

Christopher Columbus once said, "You can never cross the ocean unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore." Such a wise man...if only he would have written a pregnancy hormone survival guide..

I need sensitivity training!

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Baby Fever

Meg and I started the weekend with a trip to Baby's R Us with my parents. We needed to pick out a shower gift, but really, we were excited to scope the place out. 

Dad walked around picking out cute "backpacks" which I later informed him were leashes! He was obsessed with the little girl's outfits and asked Meg if she could push out an 18 month old, so we could buy the really cute clothes. He and I tested out rocking chairs, while Meg and mom searched for onesies and registry gifts.

Saturday was spent at our close friend's baby shower. I've come to the conclusion that baby showers are extremely overwhelming! I can't even imagine sitting in front of family and friends and opening an endless sea of presents (perhaps it is because my extended family scarred me as a child...they used to wrap up other people's presents and give them to me and say Santa left the wrong gift!!! LOL, gotta love them!)

Anyhow, I hate surprises and told Meg that she needs to perfect her appreciation and gratitude because I want no part in opening the gifts. It's too much pressure!!! (Not that I would expect anyone to buy us something we wouldn't love, but still!!!) My job will be to make sure Meg opens a gift every 30 showers are too long!!! Don't even get me started on the pictures or the hat!!!! I'm surprised our friend didn't want to kill someone. lol, I might have!

All jokes aside, it was a nice day. It was exciting to start thinking about all of the things we will need (BABIES REQUIRE A LOT OF SHIT!!!) As we were leaving, our friend gave us (and our baby) a gift. It was a small musical giraffe (perfect for our safari theme...which Meg now thinks we need to reconsider because EVERYONE is doing it) She also bought us an organic baby book so our baby can be like me! (without the allergies!) She filled the basket with some preggie pops, which have already come in handy. Her mom also bought the baby an outfit and teether to match because Meg helped make the favors. 

We are so fortunate to have such amazing people in our lives. Our baby isn't even born yet and he/she is already loved and spoiled. 

As for Meg, she's at an in-between stage right now. Her pants are snug. The bellyband seems to work, but more often than not, trying on clothes tends to turn into a meltdown. She feels fat because strangers don't know that she is pregnant. We bought some new flowy shirts to get her through the next couple weeks! At this point, the nausea still comes and goes...

Here is a picture of Meg's (almost) 12 week belly..I think it's amazing!

Friday, October 7, 2011

Worst Day

I had it all planned...I was going to blog last night about all of the sentimental things that I've been thinking about. (while Meg was at class)

I suppose that will have to wait...Yesterday was the hardest day for Meg (so far). She threw up right before she left for work. I felt awful that I couldn't be there with her. Normally, the sound, sight, and smell of throw up sends me running, but "morning" sickness is different. It's a lot of dry heaving, which, to me, seems painful (and quite frankly, worse). 

As if that wasn't bad enough, she had to run to the bathroom at school because she was going to have diarrhea (sorry if too much info). Sidenote, she had to wear her seasick bands all day. She also sucked on preggie pops. Nothing seemed to make the nausea go away.

Around 8:15 I hear the door open (Meg was finally home from class). I said hello from upstairs and all I heard was, "I think I'm going to be sick." I ran downstairs in time to see Meg hovered over the toilet (for the second time of the day)

I rubbed her back and wiped her tears and we sat on the bathroom floor for a few minutes. 

She ate half of her pb & j sandwich before bed and snacked on a pear throughout the night. The dogs woke up around 3 o'clock, but Meg couldn't stomach walking downstairs, so I took them out.

Thankfully, she has off today and can recuperate. I just hope this was the baby's way of saying, "We're almost through the first trimester. Just wanted you to know that I'm still here. I promise I'll be good now!" 

Monday, October 3, 2011

change of events

Meg had a dream last night that we found out our baby was a boy. I'm not sure what that means (probably nothing) haha.

At this point, I'd be happy either way. I actually found a person who knows two little girls named Avery today.  I think this change of events warrants a retraction of my veto...not to mention, Meg really loves the name! So, I guess you could say that we're one step closer to agreeing on a girl's name!

Now that I'm getting the, "I told you so," looks from the's pretty much a guarantee that we'll have a boy!

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Paparazzi, leaves, and waiting, oh my!

We've been counting down the days for the last two weeks...our first OB appointment was finally here!!!

We left the house this morning at 7:30, but before running out the door, I grabbed the camera and the flip video camera...I wasn't going to miss an opportunity to capture our baby's heartbeat again!

On the way into the city we talked about all things baby...we were two hours early for my neurologist appointment, so we decided to stop at Starbucks. There, we filled out our new patient paperwork. Did I mention how excited we were???

By the time the appointment was finished, it was almost time for lunch. I'd been telling Meg about White Dog's awesome cheeseburgers for quite some time, so it was only fair that we go there. (I'd be lying if I said this wasn't part of the plan all along!!!)

Unfortunately, Meg's stomach started acting up (most likely from the queso from last night's Mexican fiesta!). She was able to enjoy half of the cheeseburger, but still felt unsettled the entire ride home. 

We stopped at my mom's house to use the bathroom and drop off leftovers before heading to our appointment.

As we walked through the door, Meg headed to the check in counter. In the waiting room, sat a young couple, a teenage girl, a mom, and two children (one of which I couldn't identify as a boy or girl)..I'll come back to this in a bit!

The floor was covered with leaves and it seemed as though every patient was waiting to see the same doctor as us! First impressions went downhill from there...

Meg went to use the bathroom. The nurse called the young couple and mom back at the same time (slightly unconventional in my opinion, but what do I know). The teenager left with her mom. So yea, I was left sitting with the two children. 

Here I am minding my own business, watching Rachel Ray dice up some onions, when all of the sudden I hear the shutter sound on their iPod. I ignored it once, but after the second picture my curiosity peaked...the kids were taking pictures of me!!! I'm accustomed to the Justin Bieber comments at school, but pictures in an OB office...really? Since when did the paparazzi start recruiting kids?

When I told Meg that the children took at least 6 pictures of me she couldn't stop laughing. While I too thought it was hilarious, I jumped up the minute the nurse called Meg's name. We were taken back to this tiny room (only 30 minutes after our scheduled appointment time).

The floor had a rust stain that looked like smeared poop. The air smelled of strong chemicals. I couldn't believe we were sitting there. How did we go from the top of the world to this? (I thought to myself). The nurse instructed Meg to put on the gown and get ready for her pap smear. We asked what to expect from the rest of the appointment...there was no mention of hearing the baby's heartbeat. We were beyond disappointed. 

We waited and waited and waited. We heard the rain falling against the window and the thunder booming in the background, but Meg and I weren't at peace. Instead, we couldn't help but think we made the wrong choice. I contemplated walking out, but thought we should at least wait to meet the doctor.

Thirty minutes later, the doctor walked in, shook both of our hands, greeted us with a warm smile and said, "Congratulations." Instantly, all of our fears went away. 

She asked Meg about her medical background and told us that she wanted to try and listen to the heartbeat a little later (We were so excited!!!). She gave Meg a breast exam and a pelvic exam (she said Meg definitely had a baby in her uterus!) She then said Meg was okay not to have a pap smear since she just had one recently. Things were looking up...

We talked about genetic testing. While it's only a blood test and an ultrasound, Meg and I have opted not to pursue it. We agreed that we would never abort our child, so it just makes sense for us not to worry for the rest of the pregnancy about something that may or not actually happen.

Sadly, the doc wasn't able to find a clear heartbeat on the portable doppler thingamajig. She thought she heard something, but said it's still a little early. 

We go back in two weeks, so that she can review the paperwork from RMA (they hadn't received it yet) and we can try again for the heartbeat. After that it's every 4 weeks for a while. 

Tuesday, September 27, 2011


I came home to an email from our lawyer saying that she saw our blog...I felt so famous!!!


It's been a while since I last blogged. (I know, I know) I really stink at keeping up with this now that school is back in session.

Truth is, there hasn't been much to tell. Meg had another throw up incident. Apparently dairy is not her friend right now. (Gross!) Moving on...her hives have started to clear up ever since she stopped the (gummy) prenatal vitamins.

She takes oatmeal baths like it's her job (the hives are still pretty bad in spots). The calamine lotion has been cut back, so I regret to inform you that the pink panther (cue the music) is no longer with us. You have no idea how much I am going to miss that smell! Kidding.

A friend asked me today what Meg's "go to" foods have been. It took me a moment to answer...I'm sure the weird cravings are still to come, but her safe foods definitely tend to be cheerios, peanut butter sandwiches, apples, plums, english muffins, and granola bars. She gave up on bananas for a while, but they're now back into action (provided that they're mostly green!)

Did I mention that it takes Meg roughly 14 hours to eat a cracker? Could you imagine if we went out to eat...we would have to order dessert right when we sat down...otherwise the kitchen would close! HA!

Meg has been on a mexican kick lately. She insisted on buying chili con queso, tortilla chips, and guacamole (I haven't seen her try any of it!!). It will be interesting to see how she handles tacos tomorrow night (pizza gives her indigestion!)

In terms of hormones, she was all over the place this past week. Nothing memorable...just snappy and short. BUT, things have mellowed out again, so that's a plus!!!

Alright, enough rambling. I'll leave you with this, our countdown thingamajig says we only have 211 days left!!!

Friday, September 23, 2011

Rough Night

As I get ready to start the last day of what was the longest week ever, I thought I should tell you about last night...

Meg didn't get home until 8:20 last night (which is pretty typical for Thursdays). On the phone, she asked me if I could make her a PB & J sandwich because she forgot to take her prenatal and felt hungry.

So, here we are, we're standing in the kitchen. She takes a bite of her sandwich; swallows it. She then takes a sip of caffeine free coke (helps her swallow the pills) and downs her first prenatal. She goes to swallow the second and spits up in the sink. I told her to go sit down and eat the rest of her sandwich and relax before trying again.

She insisted that she was going to throw up, but I told her to just breathe. She seemed to calm down as we  went upstairs. We were upstairs for less than 3 minutes when all of the sudden she ran to the sink and threw up (GROSS!)

What made it worse though, was she started dry heaving. I felt so bad.

I went out to the store to get Flinstone vitamins because our friend had recommended them for Meg's really bad days. I'm confident that my mom thinks I'm crazy. She told me that Meg would be okay to skip tonight, provided that she takes them tomorrow.

Add that to my list of returns!!!

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Pink Panther

After talking with my mom (she's very wise and frequently self diagnoses using webmd, lol) it dawned on me that Meg switched prenatal vitamins right around the time her hives started.

Originally, Meg was taking organic prenatal vitamins from Whole Foods, but when her morning sickness intensified it became too difficult for her to swallow the pills (they are quite large). In lieu of a gag reflex, we switched to chewable (gummy) prenatals from Target.

Over the weekend Meg and I went to Whole Foods in search of new vitamins. They don't make chewable prenatals, but they do make petite versions of her original vitamins.

The downside is that you have to take three of them (but they're only slightly larger than a tylenol, so it's not that bad).

Anyhow, Meg managed to swallow the new pills last night. Afterwards she took an oatmeal bath and then we covered her hives with calamine lotion (she looked like the pink panther!!!). We had to reapply in some areas before bed, but for the most part, she was comfortable.

Meg woke me up at 1:30 to reapply and then fell back to sleep. She took a shower to rinse off the lotion and then reapplied a new coat. Last I heard, she did well today.

It's still too early to tell whether my theory is correct or not, but I figured I should clue you in regardless...fingers crossed!

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Late Night Run

I'm sound asleep (practically sitting up in fear of breaking out into another coughing fit), when all of the sudden Meg wakes me up saying she's in pain. I shoot out of bed and say, "I'm on it!"

Here I am...It's 1:30am and I'm about to go on my first late night run. I have to admit, I was kind of excited. Meg pleaded with me not to go, but I told her I would be back in 7 minutes. I got her an ice pack and went on my way.

Everything was dark. The streetlights were blinking. There were deer everywhere! The strangest part, though, was how many cars were out.  It was by no means trafficky, but I couldn't help, but wonder what the hell they were all doing. I mean the gas stations in our area close at 9 on the weekends!!!

Anyhow, I pulled up to 7-11 and asked the clerk if he had any calamine lotion. He told me he just sold his last bottle at 10:30. Just my luck...

I asked him if he knew of any other 24 hour places, but he was sending me 20+ minutes away.

I called Meg and told her that I was going to try a different place. I drove 15 minutes to a different town (makes it sound like we live in the boonies...we really don't, lol)

I had to navigate through some drunken teenagers in order to walk through wawa's doors. It was the biggest waste of time. They didn't even have pads (not that I was looking for them...just figured that was a staple a convenience store should carry!)

I got back in the car and decided to try the two 24 hour gas stations. No such luck.

I was half tempted to drive to the 24 hour walmart, but I decided that if I was Meg I would rather have someone home with me.

I couldn't believe I was coming home from my first late night run empty handed. What a failure...

Shortly after I got home, Meg managed to go back to sleep. We woke up early and headed to Whole Foods. There, we bought coconut oil, calamine/aloe lotion, and some poison ivy/rash soap (from burts burned, so we won't be using that again!)

Meg just took another oatmeal bath and we covered her body in the coconut oil...

Coconut oil is the strangest thing ever...You have to heat the jar under warm water until it becomes a liquid. You can use it to sauté, moisturize your skin...Either way, it gives your body "good fat." Weird, right???

Meg said she feels very oily, but aside from some itchy spots, she feels least for now!

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Day from hell (long post)

Yesterday was the first scary moment of the pregnancy...I was on my way home from work. Meg and I arranged to meet at Pep Boys (she needed an oil change and her tires needed to be checked). I called her on the way and she didn't sound right. I asked her what was wrong and she told me she was having a sharp pain. Immediately I started thinking the worst case scenario, but I was trying to stay calm.

I asked her what she had for lunch. When she told me she only ate a bagel, I started thinking that it was the pain that she sometimes gets when she waits too long to eat (amplified by the pregnancy). I told her I had a soft pretzel for her and would see her in a few.

Meg ate the pretzel and the pain decreased. We drove to Meg's parents' house to babysit her niece for the night. There, she ate a slice of pizza, some popcorn, and an organic oreo, but the pain was still there.

She wasn't herself. She looked exhausted and desperately just wanted to sit down.

After we gave Ryleigh a bath I told Meg to go relax on the couch. We watched some house hunters and closed our eyes for a little bit. We left around 9:30 (home by 10) and Meg went right up to bed.

She woke up feeling much better this morning, but extremely gassy from all the food she ate!!! Turns out I was right (sigh of relief!!!) I told Meg that we need to make more of an effort to plan her meals and make sure she's getting enough protein (even if it doesn't sound appetizing)

With Meg back to life, I thought today was going to be a better day. We went to the local farmers market and bought breakfast (and dinner). We sat down to eat our egg sandwich and Meg told me her chest hurt (like palpitations). She's a hot mess! I told her to take a break and so we packed up and headed home.

We only had about 20 minutes before we had to get the dogs ready to go to the vet appointment. Fast forward a little was the WORST vet appointment in the history of my life.

We usually see a male doctor. He's fantastic and the dogs love him. Naturally, we scheduled an appointment with him. When the office called back a few days letter saying that they had to reschedule unless we wanted to see a different doctor, I agreed to see another doc. BIG MISTAKE.

It was one thing after another. "Your dog (who is healthy, mind you) needs surgery and to be neutered. We need to do a blood test on both dogs or I won't give a prescription for heart worm pills. Oh, and they need this vaccine" (which I found out was optional!).

It was supposed to be easy. It was just a well visit. Here I am flat out telling her that I think she's trying to run up the bill and that I just want them to be checked out and go on my way. BUT, I had to agree to the stupid blood test because I needed the medicine. I tried fighting with her. I really did. I even pulled out the big guns and told her that I know for a fact that one of the treatments for heartworm is the heartworm preventative medicine (thanks Abbey!) but she belittled me and said she was going to note in the chart that I ignored her recommendations.

Ok, so now it's time to give Heineken the shot. (Keep in mind that Heineken, is 11 lbs and has virtually no fat on his body)...He was great (did I mention that it was optional???) but FREAKED out during the "mandatory" blood work. He actually punctured my thumb because he yelped and moved abruptly.

What made it worse, was that the doctor insisted on applying pressure to the area (to help it clot) while Heiny continued to squeal. It was at this point where I rudely stated that we had never done this before. I mean, come on, I would have remembered torturing my dog! She responded by telling me that she wasn't able to draw enough blood. Grr.

Anyhow, we left the room. Meg took the guys outside and I waited to check out. I saw the bill said $164 and I was okay with that, but then all of the sudden, the receptionist told me, "that's going to come to $484!" I almost died..."I'm sorry, what?!"

I started to freak out. I told her I was so disappointed and that I will never bring my dogs back. The office manager calmly asked me to step into her office.

She asked me what happened and I just started to cry. I told her how I felt that the doctor wasn't listening to a damn thing I said and just insisted on running up the bill. She told me that a number of patients have complained about the same type of issues. She then told me not to pay and she would talk it over with the owner. With tears streaming down my face I walked out to meet Meg. The office manager ran out to give me drops for Heineken's ears and told me not to give up on them. She told me I would hear back from her later in the week.

The doctor called on the way home to tell us that Heineken's heart worm test came back negative for heart worm and lyme disease. "That doesn't surprise me," I said. Click (we both hung up).

By the time we got home from the doctors, the dogs were fine. They cuddled up next to Meg while she took a nap. I think I was more traumatized than they were.

Fast forward a few hours...

Meg and I ran out to Target in search of Lotion and oatmeal bath. Her hives are out of control! They are all over her legs, arms, and stomach (I'm going to take a picture tomorrow).

I feel so bad. She's really uncomfortable and there is nothing I can do. She picked out a cooling lotion and I grabbed the oatmeal bath.

We then went to pick up her car (we left it at pep boys) Turns out she had a nail in her rear tire which needed to be plugged and a large hole in the front tire that required a new tire...and you thought I was kidding when I said it was the day from hell!

I told Meg to drive home while I waited for the car. By the time I got back she was dying to put on her lotion. I don't know what made her realize it, but she noticed that the lotion said medicated.

The label said it was steroid free, but when I looked up the active ingredient online it said to consult a doctor if you are pregnant, think that you are pregnant, or are breastfeeding. I freaked out and told Meg she needed to wipe it off! She decided to jump into an oatmeal bath. It seemed to help (temporarily).

We went to my parents' house for dinner and to play a game. It was the highlight of the day. Meg did great. She ate chicken, bread, a roasted potato and some bbq sauce.

As the night went on, she started getting itchy again. I grabbed her an ice pack and that seemed to help. Clearly, it didn't affect her game play. She kicked our ass at Mexican Train dominos! (dad says it's because she has two brains!) lol

Oh, get this...if you read the post about the kitten under Meg's car and the crazy cat lady that lives next door, then you won't be surprised to learn that crazy carol leaves cat food outside for the strays...When Meg and I pulled up to our house tonight I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. It looked too big to be a cat, so I told Meg to just sit tight for a second. Sure enough, out walks an opossum. I wish I had my camera because they are the most disgusting looking creatures. I didn't realize how big they were!!! Sidenote, Meg thinks they look like the creatures from the forest in the Princess Bride. lol

Now that I successfully wasted more than 15 minutes of your life, I will leave you with this...tomorrow we will go in search of a different lotion (one without medication). If all else fails, it appears as though calamine lotion is safe to use during pregnancy. Who knew?!?!?

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

The time has come.

Before I get into the details of today's doctors appointment, I have to tell you that I am two seconds away from going postal...Meg is watching this horrendous movie (Something's gotta give) and Diane Lane won't stop crying. It's unbearable. I'm not even watching it, but I want to gouge my eyes out (and I guess, chop my ears off??)

Ugh! Anyway, today's appointment was great:

Our favorite nurse, Tiffany, came back from maternity leave. She was so excited to find out Meg is preggers. Meg was ecstatic because Tiffany doesn't inflict pain when she draws blood! Sidenote, Tiffany showed us a book she made through a website called documented the baby's first few months. It was adorable!!

By the time we finished flipping through the book, the doc came in with his resident intern (we've seen three different interns...all women). He examined Meg. It was amazing how much the baby has grown. This is a picture from 2 weeks ago...(sorry it took so long)

Here is today's picture...

If you look closely, you can see the little leg and arm stumps. Doc said this is the point where the baby starts to look like a teddy graham!!! Oh, we also saw the start of the umbilical cord.

The best part was when we were able to hear the baby's was working hard...176 beats per minute (right where it should be). I could have sat there all's breathtaking.

After the intern practiced giving Meg an ultrasound, the doctor gave us a hug and said he would see us next week. We were all excited, but the nurse called with Meg's blood results this afternoon and said that we have graduated. Technically we could go back one more time, but the time has come.

If you think about it, Tiffany was there in the very beginning, left to have her baby, and came back just in time for our last visit. We've officially come full circle.

It's kind of bittersweet. We're excited to meet our OB, but at the same time, we're really going to miss seeing our Doctor and the staff at RMA.