Don’t forget bfeeding class tomorrow. With any luck we'll have the same instructor who will continue to call you 'mike.'
Also, we are having a child in THREE-FOUR weeks.
God help us.
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(the unspoken: i wonder if we'll both get teary eyed during the birth scenes like last time? how freakin excited are we?)(because, well, that's. just. obvious.)
why i am not commenting much and am only blogging in paragraphs and pictures.
word to the wise--if your upper back hurts constantly-quit being a cheap skate and go to a real bra store. there, you'll find out that you don't wear the size that you thought you did (42DD) but instead wear a much different size 34F. so, my boobs are no longer in danger of getting caught in my waist band. so let's give a shout out to my (.)(.)!!!
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i've developed another symptom of pregnancy-my usually narrow fingers are swollen. very swollen. so much so that writing and typing hurt. and well, as an attorney, it's my job. so, i'm going only post short posts with pictures. and commenting on yours so that i can finish up my work. unless something big is going on with either of us. i am still going to read, so know that. mouse clicking is one thing.
this is all too bad, because if you've read one post you've figured out that i am quite verbal. a chit chatty blogger. and! i just got a copy of the grammar girl's quick and dirty grammar book. i LOVE it. and i apologize for the 1,000,000,00 grammar mistakes i have made in previous posts. i was really looking forward to impressing you all with my new found grammar skills. did you know, that sometimes you pronounce the word the "thee" and sometime "thuh." The Home Depot is pronounced "Thuh Home Depot." did you know that? my ivy league, english major, husband did not.
the good news is, i am still going to post pictures of all the creative things i've been up to. which will easily get me to the end of this pregnancy.
**at my check in yesterday, i was told my bp was "perfect" i don't remember, but i think it was 70 over 120. i am measuring right on track.
i am getting soooooo big. luckily, k asked if he could call me big'un, so that i could tell him "uh, no."* my ginormity is making it harder than ever to get around. it's not just my belly. last saturday i bought a queen latifah brand bra. 40DDD the largest they sell. queen latifah bra, people. and oh how i wish mine were as beautiful as hers. i don't see how my large, light blocking boobs with ginormous deep brown nips aren't going to frighten her. seriously, imagine being her. sitting there helpless as these ginmours, ligh-blocking, blimp like things with ginormous round circles descend to her tiny head.
i went to two courts yesterday, which means parking and walking a long way. getting through security, walking up and down stairs and standing. a lot. yesterday, it was 96 degrees here and with humidity, it felt like a steam room.
i am frantically trying to finish the nursery. i have got to show you pics. it's adorable, if i do say so myself. sans pink or baby blue, too.
so, i am sleeping, trying to work, climbing stairs slowly, not sleeping. which means not blogging so much. i am reading when i can. know that.
though, i am happier than i have ever been in my life. since i cut out milk i have ZERO nauseousness. and we'll we've waited so long. i think that makes all of this much more bearable.
i have got to post pictures. at this point it is outright comical.
*k is such a sweetie when it comes to my being pregnant. and largess. he is constantly telling me i am beautiful, etc. but we both make funny comments, because well, it is funny.
so, last saturday, i was given a very sweet and thoughtful shower. it's so weird to be this pregnant and for someone to host for you an even that you long avoided like the plague.
before the shower, i had my hair cut and had them put it up so that i could feel something other than large. as fate would have it, an infertile, who recently endured a second unsuccessful IVF, ended up there too. i didn't want her to see me-because i am obvioulsy pregnant and preparing for some event which she would surely ask me about. and i don't care how nice and selfless an infertile who has just endured a second fruitless cycle-it would have bummed her out. this led to this text conversation with another, now pregnant infertile:
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me: m is at hair place! across from me. she can't see me. i am in a tight stork shirt. and i am having my hair put up. fvck.fvck.fvck.
friend:oh yuck!
me:i know! help! she may see me-not saying hello is even worse.
me: wwjd. oh wait, you're a jew. : )
friend:you have to say hello if she sees you.
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i hope that doesn't seem mean. were her feelings not in question-i would have given her the biggest hug and would have loved to chat with her. but why add more sadness to her day? thank goodness-somehow she never ended up seeing me. PHEW!
anyway, the generosity of many people-most notably the hosts-reminded me of how lucky i really am. again, i am reminded of the video of the fireman who perished on 9/11 standing in his kitchen, with his family, saying, "man, how lucky am i, how.lucky.am.i" indeed.
my hosts were so sweet-lots of cupcakes because as you may know, i cooked cupcakes weekly and ate cupcakes three times a day the month i got pregnant. and they specially made me french fries which i have eaten nearly everyday of this pregnancy to starve off nauseousness. with a side of ranch, of course.
one of the hosts, is the nice internet woman that invited me out the night that i was so upset from IVF delay number 5. we've become fast friends. she 'gets it" as only a m/c'er and an IVF'er would.
as did the other infertiles. at first we were quiet and avoided "how do you all know each other" questions, but soon we were making everyone laugh with our tales of going to the RE and sperm talk at public restaurants which once made our twenty something male waiter blush and swiftly walk away.
as it happens, all three of the infertiles were pregnant. i am due in september, one of the hosts in october and the other in november, as a message of hope--know that they all suffered and lost hope and, like you, tried for years at much expense and m'/c'ed along the way.
here are some pics.more to come later.
me. but bigger.me with host. who is due in october. another IF surviver.
so, my 4 d u/s tomorrow!!!!
i was going to be one of the cool kids and post a picture instead of a blog for wordless wednesday. but all i have are pictures of us, some random mountains in wyoming, and the eiffel tower. BORING!
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i have two things to say. though, no time to say them in so i am reaaaaallllly lame. because i am going to have a barely blogged wednesday.
1. i know it seems like social progress is slow, but it is changing. i went to the most.conservative.high.school. ever. in newt gingrich's district. it was and is a public school. we had a daily prayer. that had a lot of 'jesus' in it. how fun for jews! it had an enormous football stadium, with a perfectly sodden field. only because footballers and cheerleaders got out of classes to sod it. the entire art department, where i spent most of my days, consisted of a small, windowless room. with no ventilation.
the weirdest thing about my school-and even though i was young i knew it wasn't right. there were no black people. in a class of 766. okay, there's was one. chris. which in georgia, is just plain weird. but it was not only a conservative school, but a conservative school in a very conservative county.do you happen to remember the county in the U.S. that refused to allow (in the 90's!!!) a play about AIDS be held at a public theater? Even after the 1996 olympic committee said that the olympics would boycott said county if they persisted? Yep, that county. (and they did persist and lost millions of dollars).
the highschool that i went to was mceach.ern high school. where bar.ack o'b.ama spoke yesterday. i know that doesn't mean everything, i just hope it means that we are getting somewhere that's at least a little better.
2. i had my ob appointment yesterday. the ob "thinks that she is head down." we have a 4d ultrasound tomorrow, which i am very excited about! and i hope, hope, hope, that the doctor is right. i think it is her feet that keep kicking the top of my stomach--cate's not the doc's : ). the doctor thinks that if she is head down now that she will likely not move. which is good is she is and bad if she isn't. : ) or : (
(of course, i want a healthy baby-and that is bigger than any stupid lottery. or vag birth-but i'd like to be able to spend more time with her and not have to have major surgery.)
