15 Week Update

Well 15 fun filled weeks have now passed and when I'm not careful about what I wear, I look suspiciously pregnant. Every time Scott gets a look at my stomach, he gets this smug smile on his face that makes me want to start slipping sugar into all of his food. Wonder if he'll be so quick to believe me that a rapidly expanding waistline isn't unattractive if the tables are turned. haha

Well here's the link to the Baby Center update and the Visible Embryo finally has something new to say here. The 3D pic and update is available here. It is really hard to imagine Bug doing things like squinting and hiccuping but apparently that's all going on right now.

Last night Scott and I pulled off a real coup. We know damn well that people are getting suspicious so we decided it was time for me to drink: well, to pretend to drink. So before we went to a party last night we bought 4 bottles of Smirnoff Triple X, emptied them and filled them with white pop before recapping them! I think that's probably the biggest boondoggle I've ever successfully pulled off and it was so fun because everyone was just focused on having a good time...no suspicious looks, no hints, no probing questions, nada. Just good times with good friends.

It was also fantastic because I think it bought us enough time that we can get past the 20 week mark now without anyone getting suspicious (although given my current rate of expansion, the social outings will be limited starting next weekend. There is only so much smart clothing options can hide and I'm quickly getting to the stage where there isn't going to be anything I can do or wear that will hide my true condition.

One really nice thing that came out of last night. One of my friends commented on how slammin' I looked in my new jeans. What she didn't know was that they are my new MATERNITY jeans. I have to say, I still feel pretty good about that one.

Moo

Is it just me or is it getting fat in here?

I had to go shopping today because everything I have is made for a smaller me...or the Keebler elves came and took in all my clothes last night while I was sleeping. Either way, the muffin top was just getting out of control and even though I could theoretically wear my normal jeans for another week or two I just couldn't subject myself or others to another moment of that visual torture.

I'm now happily sitting here in a pair of really cute maternity jeans with more space than I know what to do with and that massive expandable waistband that goes up to my boobs. I now have space for my ass to expand into and judging by the amount of crap I'm able to stuff into my waistband, I'll have plenty of room for two in the coming months.

Come to think of it, as we head into patio party season this pregnancy thing could be quite a perk: "how the hell are we going to carry all those condiments?" "Leigha's pants can!" "Need someone to carry your beer?" "Leigha's jeans will do it!" I'll be invited to every damn party in town.

I never thought I would be so excited about a pair of fat pants but I guess you can never say never.

The Muffin Man Update

I've benched the elastic after only a couple of hours.

Apparently, I can probably squeeze another week or 2 out of these cords provided I use that little elastic trick for a couple of hours each time after I wash them.

Now isn't your life a little bit richer for knowing that I'm still fitting into my pants? It is, isn't it?

Thaaaat's right.

I'm feeling surprisingly smug right now for someone who is barely fitting into her britches.

Mood Ring

I've (thankfully) left behind the first trimester "joys" of evening nausea and exhaustion only to exchange them for the second trimester insomnia and mood swings. Oh yes, and as of this morning, the highly coveted muffin-top.

Umm...yay?

This past weekend, I noticed that I'm even more mercurial than usual (a polite way of saying "dat bitch is MOODY") and I'm waking up around 5:30 every bloody morning after a restless night's sleep. Also, I hate to admit it but right now my cords aren't buttoned...I have a small hair elastic threaded through to give me just that much more breathing room. I can button these suckers, but do I want to? Not so much.

I hate hate HATE this stage. I'll be much happier when I pop.

I have to say, I'm surprised Scott hasn't yet left the house, supposedly to pick up some milk or whatever, caught a plane to some unpronounceable city on the other side of the world and rented a windowless room in some fleabag motel to escape my mood swings (as attractive as I know that option might seem sometimes). Instead, he's gamely (and sometimes grimly) hanging in there even when being around me is probably about as fun as being tied in a burlap sack with a gaggle of wet angry cats while being doused in salt and lemon juice.

Either this man is phenomenally stupid or I'm a very lucky woman. Not surprisingly, I'm going with lucky...

My mom sent me this earlier this morning. Made me laugh out loud...and then I began to think it might be a good idea but realistically I'm not sure a mood ring could keep up with me right now...

1/3 of the Way!

According to this picture, Bug is looking pretty convincingly baby-like, hey? I'm really looking forward to my next ultrasound because I'll be able to finally get a sense of Bug as a person, not just a little legume floating around in there.

2 weeks until I get to see my own "convincingly baby-like" spawn and I can't wait.

Is it June 8th yet?

Is it June 8th yet?

Is it...

ok so you get the picture. I'm just a LITTLE excited.

So here's the Baby Center's blurb about Bug's progress this week and the 3D pic and update is here.

Move over Scott...Make Way for GEORGE!

DQ's Raspberry Truffle Blizzard...

I am naming it George.

George and I are going to be very happy together.


Sorry, Scott...it was good while it lasted.

Meow!

I haven't been sleeping all that well lately. Who can sleep when instead they could be busy calculating the odds that wishing hard enough might actually transport them to the McDonald's drive-thu at 3:30 AM, industriously sweating litres, or just feeling ridiculously perky? Not me, but hey, if you slackers want to waste 1/3 of your life sleeping I'm not going to criticize...

(I know it may sound stupid now but when I finally figure out exactly how hard you have to wish to get some damn McNuggets at that hour you WILL eventually thank me for it!)

Anyway...finally got some shut-eye last night sometime between Scott's periodic mumbling sessions and my 2 cats' nocturnal gymnastic routines but I woke up almost wishing I hadn't. I dreamt that I carried this baby for 9 months only to give birth to a kitten. A cute, fluffy (pronounced flue-fy) little kitten, but a kitten nevertheless.

I spent the rest of the night wondering how people would deal with that.
As though it could really happen.

Now I'm going to spend the rest of my workday wondering who the hell would actually take a kitten, put them into a little blue outfit, pop a soother into their mouth, strap them into a car seat and then snap a photo to post on the Internet.
Because, as you can see from the above, that really DID happen.

Aaah...nothing like time well spent.

Week 13, Jellybean!

Ahhh...the relief that comes with the 2nd trimester! I love this stage. The nausea lets up, the energy levels return to a reasonable approximation of normal and for better or for worse, my appetite is back (with a vengeance!). Now if only my boobs would stop hurting...aaaand my poor father just blanched as he read that little gem.

I'm wearing my jeans (and I can still breathe!) but both Scott and I noticed a tiny bump in my stomach region when we went for a hike on Sunday so I think "showing" is not far behind. Since Bug is now 3 inches from head to bum and about the size of a peach, that shouldn't really surprise me but somehow I thought I was going to escape the heinous "is she preggers or just getting fat" stage. Silly me!

So here's the 411 on what's happening with Bug this week according to Baby Center and the 3D pic and update can be found here. Bug is definitely looking more like a real baby now which is good...and kind of scary. Makes it all seem more real, you know?

Week 12 from New Brunswick

So this update is coming to you straight from exciting, metropolitan Saint John, New Brunswick...the burg that never sleeps. (insert sarcasm here)

I've actually spent much of my time here so far wondering what the hell anyone does in Saint John other than pretend to work, drink until they drool, and freeze their asses off 'cause I haven't seen much else going on, let me tell you. The people are nice enough...very friendly and funny but I would seriously slit my wrists with a fruit spoon if I ever had to live here just out of sheer boredom.

Why am I here? (I've asked myself that numerous times since arriving, believe me...) I'm at a work conference being held here this year desperately wishing I was going to be there next year instead (next year it is in Montreal) but by next May I'll be up to my armpits in baby vomit and dirty diapers and definitely not on the list of those eligible to attend. Am I happy about that? About the bodily fluids part, not so much...but the baby part? Most definitely worth missing a trip to Montreal.

And on that note...here's the Baby Center update for this week. The Visible Embryo's Update is here and the 3D pic of Bug is here.

Overall things are good but I have to admit that it has been a bit challenging attending morning sessions when my body is convinced it really four hours earlier. I've been getting up and going to sessions that start at 4:30 to 4:45 in the morning, Vancouver time. I think I should get a bloody medal for doing that, let alone for doing it while pregnant! However, before you write my boss an indignant email, I'll admit that I have been known to crawl off in a middle of a particularly boring session for a cat nap but only when my body was in full mutiny mode.

From the looks of this week's picture, babies are pretty comfy at this stage...but what the hell is that at the top: a disco ball? I wouldn't be surprised if Bug has already moved in some Malm furniture from IKEA because my jeans are feeling a bit tighter and before you ask, no, that couldn't possibly have anything to do with my steady diet of shellfish and garlic butter over the last four days...

Apparently I'm Full of Beans...

So I know I'm a terrible mother for not posting this weeks ago...I did, after all, have this taken when I was 7 weeks along, but it is tough taking a picture of a transparency without getting an annoying reflection or background image in there somewhere.

Given the evidence clearly shown in this photo, we can safely assume Scott is part Lima Bean and our child is taking after him. Always knew marrying someone adopted was risky but my baby: a legume? Maybe I should have called this one Sprout instead of Bug...

11 weeks along!

Hey all.

Another week and more important developmental milestones have passed so if you want to take a look at the Baby Center update for this week then just click here and the 3d rotatable view of Buggero is here. Finally, The Visible Embryo is giving an update as well so just click here if you're interested.

Personal Update: I hate to say it but the easy ride is most definitely Oh Vee Eee Are. I've been feeling sick almost 24/7 for the last week and my hormones are working overtime. Add to that that I'm not sleeping well and I've morphed into the stereotypical pregnant woman who eats too much and cries at the drop of a hat (sobbed my eyes out watching Heroes last week and NOT when Nathan died). Luckily for Scott, he was in Kamloops for 4 days with his buddies on a yearly golf trip so he missed the emotional shit show I called a weekend. If I didn't know this trip had been planned months ahead of time I would call the timing suspicious to say the least...

I actually feel bad for my cats. How many times in one night can an animal be chased down and forcibly cuddled by a woman turned into a sobbing maniac by a tv commercial or random storyline before it all gets to be a bit much? I guess we can all breathe easier now because Scott's home...he is, after all, much easier to chase down than the cats.