Sunday, June 29, 2008

Week 13

It's the last week of my first trimester! I'm so excited. Everyone and everything says that I will be less tired and less nauseated within the next week or so. I really really hope that happens for me!

Little One's fingerprints have formed on his fingertips, his veins and organs are clearly visible through his still-thin skin. His (or her) face is starting to show individual characteristics and ears are developing so he can hear my voice (Jessica, get the Boomer Sooner going).

The pancreas, gall bladder and thyroid have all developed so hormone production, nutrient absorption and waste filtering are all starting. Kidneys can make urine and this is cool: bone marrow has already starting making white blood cells to help fight infection!

Little One is almost 3 inches long (the size of a medium shrimp) and weighs nearly an ounce.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

When scary turns into good

Both on Monday and on Tuesday I was having a weird pain in my lower right abdomen. At first I thought it was "ligament pain" which is normal in pregnancy. But it just kept pinching in one spot and I began to get nervous. I called my doctor and they wanted me to come in. I had to come in once to do lab work and then again to see the doctor. I stayed pretty calm, thinking that it was probably nothing. I just wanted to be sure it was nothing. I think Alex got all worked up though.

Everything was normal with the lab work and the doctor pushed around on my stomach and said he didn't think it was appendicitis or any other infection. He wanted to send me to the hospital though, for an emergency ultrasound just to be sure. This turned out to be the coolest thing that ever happened to me.

I actually got to see Little One. At first, he was just hanging out, not moving. After the sonographer poked around for a while, he must have woken up. He did a little stretch with his arms, just like when a real person wakes up and stretches (and he's only existed for 10 short weeks!). Then he did a little leg kick. He moved his head and opened his little tiny cute mouth. For a while it looked like he was sucking his thumb. I got to see his little legs, feet, arms and hands. I also heard the heart beat very strongly. I came away with no answer to my weird pain, but with the coolest experience of seeing my little baby.

Even though my stomach is sticking out a little bit, it's still so hard for me to believe there is an actual person in there. If you didn't know I was pregnant, you'd just think I had a belly pooch, but there is a little 2 inch person snuggled in there. It's so crazy.

Monday, June 23, 2008

Week 12

The most dramatic development this week: Reflexes. Little One's fingers will soon begin to open and close, his toes will curl, his eye muscles will clench, and his mouth will make sucking movements. According to what I've read, if I poke my stomach, he will squirm in response (still can't feel it though) His intestines, which have grown so fast that they protrude into the umbilical cord, will start to move into his abdominal cavity about now, and his kidneys will begin excreting urine into his bladder (gross). Meanwhile, nerve cells are multiplying rapidly, and his brain, synapses are forming furiously. He is about 2 1/2 inches long about the size of a lime and weighs a half an ounce.

As for me, my stomach is sticking out far enough that three people have commented in the last few days. They all say that I have a "little pooch" but I "don't look pregnant yet". Now, wait a minute. If my stomach is sticking out, but I don't look pregnant yet, it just means your saying I look fatter. So I officially have a non-pregnant looking chubby stomach. Another interesting fact that I read in my book was that when I breathe, I take 40-50% more air. My already big ribcage has expanded to allow more room for my lungs. My hips have widened too. I haven't noticed the last two "widening" but perhaps in just a little bit people will be commenting about that too.

Picture time:

Sunday, June 22, 2008

2nd Doctors visit

My second checkup was on Friday. I had anxiously been awaiting this visit because I was hoping to hear the heart beat. Alex went with me again. Really, the whole doctors experience is uneventful. I had to pee in a cup again, but no blood work. They had me lay down on the bed and they put the blueish-clear gel on my lower stomach. The nurse took this joystick looking device and rubbed it back and forth. I could hear my heart beating really well--which really wasn't the point.

The first nurse couldn't find it. She explained that the baby is very small compared to the area in which he can move around and he could be "anywhere in there". She rubbed around for several minutes and the only noise I heard was my own bah-buh. Apparently, I started to look worried because she brought the other nurse in to give it a whirl. They all kept telling me it was early and not to worry if we didn't get to. Finally, the second nurse said she had found it. It happened to be right under one of my own arteries, because my heart beat was very loud. In between my own beats for one micro-second I think I heard Little One. Alex said he heard it too. The nurse counted 160 beats per minute (I'm not really sure how).

The doctor came in for a couple of minutes, pushed on my stomach and asked if I had questions. She said after my next appointment in 4 weeks we'll schedule the ultrasound. I'm very excited for that.

An old wives tale that I read said that when the baby's heart rate is over 140, it's a girl!

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

A Picture of Little One

Today I was in Claremore Regional Hospital searching (you could also say hunting, asking, fishing, or begging) for blood donors when I came across a lady in the ultrasound room. As I talked to her, I noticed on the wall a poster with 3-D ultrasound pictures. I explained that I was pregnant and asked if I could step in the room and take a closer look. She gladly said yes (she was a blood donor, and all blood donors are such great people). I saw the greatest little picture of an 11-week old fetus (which happens to be just as old as Little One). It was the most darling picture I have ever seen and it made me tear up a little bit (I'm sure the insanely high levels of estrogen didn't effect that at all). The little baby had his little hands crossed over his little head. It just looked like a little sleeping person. It was so detailed. I tried to find another picture online, but the quality isn't nearly as good. The picture on the poster was just like you were looking at the actual baby.

Monday, June 16, 2008

Week 11

Little One is growing. He's around 2 inches now, from crown to rump and being very active. Now that he has little muscles, he can do flips, roll over, move his arms and legs and even flex his fingers. And his diaphragm is growing in, so he can hiccup! (I can't feel any of this yet, maybe next month?) He has little working fingers and toes and nails and hair follicles are beginning to grow.

As for me, I'm constantly thirsty. I had to carry a little cup of water around at church yesterday. My mouth is always dry. I'm sure the throwing up this weekend didn't help my hydration levels either. I keep a cup by the bed so I can drink water in the middle of the night. Alex usually also brings me some more when he gets up.

We have another doctors visit on Friday. We are excited to get to hear Little One's heartbeat!

Picture time:

Saturday, June 14, 2008


While I was thrilled I made it the first 9 weeks of my pregnancy without one episode of kneeling over the toilet, it seems to have caught up with me. I've (yuck-o) thrown up twice in the last 36 hours.

Yesterday morning was my own fault. I was in a hurry to get to a work meeting in Oklahoma City. I had the brilliant idea that I could shower and then eat breakfast. That won't happen again. Why your body would choose to throw up as a reaction to needing food, I'll never understand.

And then again tonight it happened. This one, I can't really figure out. I hadn't been feeling all that great today. I had to grocery shop and cook today. Both of those activities make my stomach do flips. But I made it through until the evening. Alex got home from golfing and I stood up to go greet him at the door. Five minutes later, he was bringing me water and sitting next to me on the bathroom floor.

I tried to find an article about vomiting late into the first trimester, but couldn't really find anything. I've heard a lot of times "there is no such thing as a 'normal' pregnancy, they are all unique". I guess.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Dreams: the window to the soul?

For the last month and a half I've been having really crazy dreams. They don't seem to make any sense at all and jump from one subject to another, not a continuous story, but a modge-podge.

For example, last night I had a dream that I was in New York City by myself. All of the buildings were sideways. Then, when I turned around and looked out the window, I was suddenly on the beach. Every night, new disjointed images appear.

I've also had several about the baby. It's always a boy. A few weeks ago, I had the baby and then a couple of hours later I was ready to go back to work. I was already in the car driving away when I realized that I had never fed the poor thing. Several times I've "misplaced" him. The weird part is, that I'm never all that upset about it in the dream.

I've also had several different people deliver my baby. Once it was one of the phlebotomists that I work with. Another time, one of the little boy gymnasts was holding the baby. These are always people that I know, but the most unlikely person to be around when he's born.

Pregnancy dreams seem to be common enough that I easily found something online about it. I've included the link to the meanings of them. This is the 3rd trimester "dream deciphering" but the dreams seemed much more like mine.

Sunday, June 8, 2008

Week 10

Little One is a fetus now. He has completed the most critical portion of his development. This is the beginning of the so-called fetal period, a time when the tissues and organs in his body rapidly grow and mature. There are all kinds of minute details, like tiny nails forming on fingers and toes (no more webbing) and peach-fuzz hair beginning to grow on tender skin.

His little muscles are already there and he can make tiny movements. His bones are growing too. If we had the right equipment we could measure his brain waves (I think that is by far the coolest thing ever).

Little One is the size of a kumquat. I didn't know what that was. Here is a picture.

This one is a little alienish:

And here, *sigh* is the belly pic. This is just a couple days after officially being 2 months pregnant.

I'm already not able to fit into any of my jeans with out the extra rubber band to hold the button closed. Work pants are getting tight, as are most of my skirts. I really didn't expect my stomach to be sticking out that much already.

Saturday, June 7, 2008


I threw up today. It was after a bowl of Cheerio's. It was terrible.

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Him or Me?

This has very little to do with Little One, but perhaps you can get to know the parents a little better.

What is your name? Jamie What is his name? Alex

How long have you been married? Nearly a year.

How long did you date? This is a little bit complicated to answer. Our very first date was the end of May 2005, but there were lots and lots of breaks in between.

How old are you? 27 How old is he? 25 (though if you ask him, he'll tell you 24-funny story)

Who eats more? Him, hands down.

Who said I love you first? I did the first time we were together. He did the second.

Who is smarter? Can I say me without sounding mean?

Whose temper is worse? Definitely him.

Who does the laundry? I do, all of it. I don't like it when he does it.

Who does the dishes? He does. It was one of the agreed upon rules before we got married. Most of the other chores are shared, but he has been doing most of the housework since I've been pregnant.

Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Alex

Who pays the bills? Me.

Who cooks dinner? That depends. I usually cook the meals. Since I get home late, we usually only eat meals on the weekends, in which case we cook for ourselves. Since I've been tired and sick, he cooks for me a lot more. If we are talking breakfast, he always cooks breakfast.

Who drives when you are together? Usually Alex.

Who is more stubborn? I think me. I'm not sure that is a positive.

Whose parents do you see the most? Mine, but we see his family a lot too.

Who proposed? He did, at 11:45pm in front of a dentists office.

Who has more friends?
Meh, I keep in touch with my friends a little better I think.

Who has more siblings? Alex, he is the youngest of 5 and has 2 brothers and 2 sisters.

Do you want a girl or a boy? I would be thrilled if it was a girl. Him? While I know he'd be happy with both, I think he might actually want a girl.

Who wears the pants in the family? Guess.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

A not-so-funny story

Up until now, I've been a little queasy a lot of the time. But on Sunday, I just about tossed my cookies.

I had been really excited about a new recipe. It was a pasta dish, with lots of veggies and some chicken. Meat is hard for me to handle, but I usually do great with everything else that was in the dish. Plus, I had been feeling a little better for a few days. So, I made what I knew was going to be my new favorite pasta dish on Sunday and was quite hungry when I finally sat down to eat. I took the first bite, and I could tell something didn't quite sit right. I thought I could power through. I tried the squash, and while very delicious, also didn't sit right. Finally, I took a bite of chicken and quite literally almost threw up all over the table. I had to run to the bathroom and lay on the floor. Several times, I really almost lost it. Miraculously, I was able to keep those three bites down. Dry cereal was about all that I could handle the rest of the night.

It was the first time that I've actually almost vomited, but seeing as I haven't yet, I've made it my new goal to make it through the rest of the pregnancy keeping everything down.

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Week 9

Little One is starting to look less like a sea monkey and more like a real person! All essential body parts are accounted for, even though they still have considerable development to go. His tiny heart finishes dividing into four chambers, and the valves start to form. Guess what else is developing? Ity bity teeth :) His eyes are fully formed, but the eyelids are fused shut for many more weeks. And, guess what! The external sex organs are there but won't be distinguishable as male or female for another few weeks. If we had an ultrasound that was also a microscope, we could already know if it's a boy or a girl!

This is the best picture I could find: