Saturday, October 30, 2010

A Look Back: Food

Since this blog has become as much documentation for myself as for everyone else, I thought I'd take the chance to document some things that I'm already forgetting.  Today's topic: food.  Although I haven't really had a desire so strong that I would call it a craving, I've had some interesting food phases.

At first I thought I'd do right by the developing baby by going organic with fruits, veggies, and dairy. And try to cut out artificial stuff.  I wasn't eating much meat anyway so I didn't worry about that.  So there off to Whole Foods we went, buying produce and gummy bears with natural coloring and flavorings.  Then I started feeling yuckier and more tired.  So dragging myself to Whole Foods every few days was not happening.  And then there was the day I realized that I had just popped a handful of peanut M&M's into my mouth.  Yes, those brightly colored gems of chocolate-y goodness that just happened to be full of artificial stuff.  I read the writing on the wall.  Going organic was not going to happen. I guess a week and a half is better than nothing.

So I moved into the eat-anything-that-sounds-remotely-palatable stage.  Because I felt like crap and very little sounded good.  Chocolate milk was a popular item. I consumed quite a few little Horizon chocolate milk boxes (left over from the organic phase).  Saltines were essential, of course.  I bought protein powder and baby spinach to add into smoothies to improve my nutritional intake.  I also bought bottles of Ensure to increase my protein intake in the morning.  String cheese was a go to snack for on the go.  Fruit went down pretty well.  And I always, always needed COLD water.  If I left home without water, I could get a little panicky.

During this time there was also the see it, eat it stage.  I would see something on TV or hear about some food and suddenly think "Hmm, I think I could actually eat that."  Take, for example, buffalo wings.  The thought of a plain, baked chicken breast sounded repulsive.  I saw a commercial with buffalo wings.  And they sounded good.  Plain chicken = bad.  Fried chicken dipped in spicy sauce = good??  The next night we were having dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings. 

At some point I entered the various snack foods phases.  I was feeling better so I was able to eat most regular foods, but had preferences for some specific snacks.
-First the snack of choice was Baked Cheetos.  That one lasted multiple weeks.

-Somewhere in there was a brief lived affection for orange soda.  It only lasted for a few days but during that time my snacks were very orange.

-Then it was the infamous Butterfingers.  A previous post suggests that Butterfingers and Cheetos overlapped a bit.  But the Butterfinger phase was on its way out by the time Jeff rudely consumed two of them in front of me.

-Then it was Goldfish.  Mmm, salty.  I was carrying around the smaller bags of Goldfish for a while.  Once I saw this phase was sticking around a while, I gave in and bought the big box.  And about a week later, I was done with Goldfish. Totally over them but still more than half of the box left. *sigh*  But since our special ed teachers are always feeding some of their kids, I found a good home for the poor goldfishies.

-I moved on from Butterfingers (and chocolate in general) to Skittles as my candy of choice. Mmm, fruity.

-The Skittles may be on their way out though.  I've been grabbing strawberry Nerds from our candy bowl.  And yesterday I passed up Skittles in favor of some Starburst.

Who knows what's next?

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

22 weeks!


Here's the 22 week belly from Friday.
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Thursday, October 21, 2010

The beginning of the end?

For my belly button that is.

I've noticed it getting a little shallower.  But today it was a little achy, especially at the top and after I reached to get something off of the top of the fridge.  So I suspect this is the beginning of the end, at least for a while.  And I'm sad to see it go.  It's been such a good belly button.

:)

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

20 week Ultrasound

Today was the big day (well, one of the big days)!  We had our 20 week ultrasound.  Brandi got to lie there while I pried my eyes open.  I do not recommend sitting in a dark room at 5pm after working an overnight shift.  So, below you will find a few selected pictures.  We did find out the sex (and I've opted to observe state and federal child pornography laws, so the picture she gave us of our child's genitalia will not be placed on the web).  The answer is below, after the pictures.  No leads on a name yet, we'll keep you posted.  Enjoy!


The baby's face on the left, body on the right, and part of the hand up top.



Profile of the baby, possibly sucking it's thumb.




The foot, so kindly labeled by the ultrasonographer.


Now for the answer:
It's a GIRL!  Let's try to keep the onslaught of pink to a minimum!

Monday, October 11, 2010

Registry Theater

The scene: Bedroom. Morning. Brandi has just woken up for the day. Jeff has just come home from a night shift and is getting ready for bed. 

Jeff: So what are your plans for the day?

Brandi: [blah blah blah] and if I'm out that way I may head to Buy Buy Baby and do some research so I can finish the registry.

Jeff: What do we need to put on it to finish it?

Brandi: [etc etc] bathtub [etc etc]

J: Bathtub? We have a bathtub.

B: Yes, but they make little baby bathtubs.

J: Isn't that called a bucket? $5. Home Depot.

B: [laughing at the image of trying to wash a baby in a bright orange bucket]

J: How often do you bathe a baby anyway?

B: I don't know. Well, when they're real little, not until the umbilical cord falls off, then maybe every other day or so. Depends on how dirty they are I guess. [I think to myself, but don't say aloud, that if the baby has skin like Jeff's (prone to dryness, sensitivity) we'll need to make sure we're not bathing too often].

J: Dirty? They don't do anything!

B: Sure they do. Spit up, poop...

J: Yeah, but you just wipe up those areas when it happens.

B: This is true.

J: Well, if it has skin like me, we won't be bathing it very often anyway!



Hopefully, between the two of us reasonably intelligent adults, we'll manage to figure out how to take care of the poor, unsuspecting little newborn. 

Friday, October 8, 2010

Ta-da!

20 weeks!  The bump has appeared!

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Belly Pics

As promised, here are some pictures of the growing belly. You can click on the image for a larger view.


I've lost my 6 week and 9 week pictures, but they looked pretty much like the 12 week one. The 18 week picture is from September 22nd.  All 4 shirts are non-maternity.  I think week 16 was regular pants (buttoned up normally) but 18 weeks is definitely maternity pants.

So there's still not too much belly-wise to look at up to this point. I've grown just enough to make me feel chubby. And for people at work to say wonderful things like "Ooh, I see a little bulge" or "You got a little something there." For future reference, the most palatable comment thus far has been "Oh, look how cute you are." With that, you've acknowledged that I am growing while making me feel good about it too.

The deep, grumbly voice is back

So Jeff was off partying attending a conference in Vegas last week.  He was gone Monday through Friday night.  I managed to keep myself awake long enough to pick him up at the airport around 10 on Friday night.  Actually, I stayed up until about 11:30, when the lucky guy had to head in to work for a midnight to 8 shift.  Yep, off to work two hours after getting off the plane.  But anyway, we were hanging out on the couch for a little bit before he left for work.  After a while, Jeff asks me if I've had any more wiggly-worms in my tummy.  I stare at him briefly as I work out what he;s referring to (another baby in there? some sort of stomach issue?) and then realize he's asking if I've felt anymore movement.  I inform that actually the baby has been quite active since I picked him up from the airport.  So Jeff identifies what must be exciting the baby...."The deep, grumbly voice is back!" 

This week's baby development email indicates that the baby might be able to hear voices by this point, so it's a reasonable thought.  And one I considered as well.  I also considered the possibility that my being happy that Jeff was home created a change in the hormones/chemicals in my bloodstream.  Or there's the more likely explanation: it was just a happy coincidence.  :)