After 6 hours of sleep.....

I'm still tired. One of the very noticeable parts of this pregnancy has been my obscene necessity to sleep. I am ALWAYS tired...

And I'm always starving! I can't believe how much of the day I spend sleeping and eating. One good thing, I can report, I'm not actually gaining any weight yet. I still weigh the same amount I did on the day I had my first appointment.

I received my first scare of the pregnancy already. Because my last pregnancy had left me border line gestational diabetic, Dr. Wilcox had set me up for a glucose test on my first appointment.

The results are in - I had elevated levels of glucose in my system. Which means, I am now forced to endure the 3 hour blood test and fast. Ugh! I've been through it before, it was by far the worst test I had to endure when I was pregnant for Thomas.

I'm not looking forward to it.

Thank God the Day is Through

I've had absolutely the worst day today....

Perhaps I am just over emotional, everything seems to be just so depressing and horrible. I sometimes feel like I give so much and get shit on in return.

I'm feeling upset and scared about the pregnancy today. It has been an all around horrible day.

Point of clarification: I did want to make sure I let everyone know that I don't know the sex of the baby yet. I'm just hopefully optimistic that it is a girl. It is my theory that if I only use the feminine case when I refer to it, it will HAVE to be a girl. Keep your fingers crossed for me.

Introducing The Bambina

Isn't she cute? The resemblance is striking!

On a serious note, my appointment today went very well. Blood pressure normal, ultra sound was amazing, I got to see the baby's heart beat, still waiting on the results of the glucose test, however.

Keep your fingers crossed that everything continues on normally for me and the Bambina.

On a funny note, the instant Thomas seen me today he beamed with delight asking me if the doctor had taken the baby out of my tummy yet, he was ready to see it. Pulling out the ultra sound, I told him he would just have to settle for a picture at the moment.

Thoughts from Thomas

Scene: Thomas and I are sitting in the Jeep at daycare anxiously waiting for traffic to pass by so we can pull out.

• Thomas - [staring intently out the window] I don't want to ride in this jeep anymore.
• Me - [looking quizzically up into the rear view mirror at him] You don't? Why not.
• Thomas - [still staring intently out the window] I don't want to ride in this jeep anymore because I want to ride with them guys.
• Me - [looking in disbelief as Thomas points out 2 of the roughest, burliest bikers I've ever seen as they drive by] Really.
• Thomas - [in a very serious voice] Yes. I was born to ride.

So cute, I couldn't help but laugh at his serious little comment. If only I could see what happens in those innermost workings of his mind.

12 Year Old Know it All

That pretty much describes my son, Zach.

I know it's pretty much just a stage in his life, but it infuriates me. I have spent the better part of my morning today fixing our home computer because of him.

The little bugger! I could kick his ass!

It all started a few weeks ago when the speakers on the computer 'mysteriously' quit working. Imagine that! Then, suddenly, the mouse pointer was different, and, low and behold, nobody knew a thing about how it could have changed!

Needless to say, it was Zach, messing around with presets and places where he absolutely shouldn't have been.

I ended up having to restore the computer back to a time before he had started changing things he shouldn't have. God only knows what he had changed that I hadn't discovered yet.

Which brings me to the point of my topic.

I find myself struggling at times, wondering just what happened to the good little boy I used to have. That little boy has disappeared, I'm afraid, and I've been left with a sullen, disgruntled 12 year old who talks back to me when I tell him to take the garbage out and burn it. Then, as if nobody is going to notice a thing, decides he is too lazy to walk the entire 20 ft to the burning barrel and stops half way, burning the garbage in a pile in the center of the back yard.

WTF!!!

Perhaps my feelings are just hurt this morning. I'm sure every mother has gone through this stage in their child's life and somehow managed to survive it. I just hope it passes quickly.

Is it an alien clawing through my abdomen?

My stomach hurts today, hurts like I've never felt it hurt before.

To describe how it feels is nearly impossible. It's almost like fingernails clawing at the inside of my skin, every time I stretch just right, or twist just right, the raking sensation shooting out from my belly button down. It's miserable.

At one point I looked down certain I would find an alien creature bursting through my stomach ready to conquer the world.

Alas, nothing of the sort happened.

Instead I gave my doctors office a call, they told me everything was just fine, I was just experiencing discomfort due to Uterine expansion.

I still think it's an alien using me as a host until it can effectively take over the world.

Because Inquiring Minds Want to Know....

I have decided to officially post my 10 week pregnant picture for all to see. And, yes, in case you are wondering, beneath my work smock I am INDEED wearing maternity garb.

Please disregard the hideous restroom background, as I've mentioned a million times in the past, the restrooms here are horrendous.

I'm feeling sad today.....

I watched 'The Coal Miners Daughter' this morning and cried my eyes out from start to finish.

What is wrong with me???


Foods I've consumed today:

• homemade pizza minus the crust
• diet Pepsi Jazz caramel creme
• cottage cheese with pineapple chunks (what's up with the pineapple craving??)
• 1 slice cinnamon raisin french toast (the maple syrup made me nauseous, I later threw it back up)
• mt. dew
• 2 huge glasses of milk
• goldfish crackers
• gummy bears
• 3 chocolate marshmallow eggs
• celery
• broccoli
• 3/4's of a pumpkin cream cheese roll

In other news, I wore my first pair of maternity pants today. Yep, that's correct, only 9 weeks into this thing and I've already needed to sport a stretch panel. I'm most assuredly going to be a house by the time this is said and done.

I'm horrified at the thought.

With both of my other pregnancies I was barely showing until my 4th month. In the case of my first son, I didn't even start to wear maternity clothes until I was 6 months.

With each new day I feel increased pressure to tell my boss about my pregnancy. Those work smocks won't be able to hide things for long.... I'm certain the news of the pregnancy will result in a constant stream of people at my desk wishing me well.

Ugh!

Pineapples and Chocolate Icecream

Interesting Sherri fact of the day:

For breakfast this morning I put chocolate ice cream, milk, and crushed pineapple in the smoothie maker, whipped it up, and ate the entire milkshake with a big glop of whipped cream on top.

As gross as this may sound, I could actually go for another one right now.