14 Weeks and Change

Thanks everyone for all of the suggestions and support. Sometime this week, the nausea seemed to get better all on it's own...although I think I will be drinking more yogi tea just for the good taste (thanks Mimi).

I may have started nesting (isn't it a bit early for that) as our house is cleaner than it's been since the fatigue and nausea set in two months ago (or at least what feels like two months ago). Today I'm at 14 weeks and 4 days if you're counting...and I definitely am.

In the past couple of weeks, babyjama has entered into a new phase in her development. She no longer likes mama and daddy to comfort her when she is falls and gets hurt. She actually cries harder if we try to come anywhere near her when she has in any way bonked herself. I think it's partially that she's embarrassed when she gets hurt, and partially that she's just an autonomous person and wants to handle things on her own. It's a little bitter sweet. I'm missing the days when swooping her up and kissing her and cuddling her made everything all better...but alas, it happens at some point for everyone.

Also on the subject of doing things on her own, potty training has now taken that turn as well. She now goes in and uses the potty (when she is pantless) and then comes to tell me that she has done it. It's remarkable really. I've had several friends tell me that they want to ship their kids over here when potty training time rolls around, but I'm sorry to inform them that I don't think that this milestone had much at all to do with my prowess. The whole things was almost entirely due to babyjama's readiness. Okay, that sounds a little trite. What I'm trying to say is that I think she was wanting a little more independence, and I happened to stumble upon this as an outlet for that at the right time...It seemed much more like a fluke than parenting genius. I think I was more shocked that she was the first time she used the potty.

However, if you my wonderful friends insist on giving me the credit, I might just have to take them up on it. I mean, how often do you get to take responsibility for the accomplishments of another human being?

Honestly, I'm just enjoying the freedom of not having to do two loads of diapers a week (please don't point out that I will be doing them again in 6 months...that just isn't nice).

In other news, I'm celebrating my quarter centennial birthday this weekend*. It is chalk full of festivities (some of which are a surprise from papajama). Tomorrow babyjama, papajama, and I are celebrating together, and on Sunday we will join the rest of my family for more celebrations which will include the massive consumption of Indian food take-out from our favoritest restaurant, and presents and dessert. I love birthdays!

*In case you don't know what a quarter centennial is (since I made it up) I'm going to be 25.

Tired and more tired

Okay, I'm just gonna say it. I'm exhausted. It shoudn't be this way. We just had a three day weekend. I should be refreshed or something...but I'm not. This home buying stuff is stressful and tiring. You can read more about that here.

I just had to drop in and say hello. I'm still here on the face of the earth, and I want to post a new belly pic this week since I'm now in the second trimester...wait a minute, aren't you supposed to start feeling BETTER in the second trimester? Well, I'm not holding my breath. I'm as bloated and fatigued and nauseous as ever...They say every pregnancy is different, I just hope this isn't the legacy for this one.

Hope you are all having a wonderful week!

This move might actually happen...

We have two huge pieces of news, but I'll start with the most recent piece. The bank accepted our offer on the house. Yippeeeee! So it looks like papajama and I might actually own a home together for the very first time in our married life (it will be the first time ever for me). There are still a few things that could hang this up, like if the inspector says that the house in the middle of an underground crater and could sink in at any moment...ya know, that sort of thing.

Our real estate agent called to give me the news an hour or so ago. I couldn't believe it. She informed me that the listing agent didn't say that we had a deal in so many words, but said that she would be turning on the electricity and that we would have 5 days to do an inspection (apparently this woman is the pinnacle of social grace).

Our agent: WAH? So does that mean they signed the contract?

Other agent: Well DUUUHHH! (have I mentioned that she's a sweetie?)

So barring a crater catastrophe or a built in water slide due to all the water that gets into the basement during rainstorms, we are good to go.

Now onto the next little tidbit, and when I say little I am being facetious, because news doesn't get any bigger than this.

Babyjama learned to use the potty this weekend!!!

I'm convinced totally and completely that she is some kind of genius child. I (like all good mothers) happened to run out of diapers and needed a couple of hours to get them washed and dried on Friday. So I was letting babyjama run around in her waterproof training pants. After about 20 minutes those had been soaked and so she was going au natural. An hour later she was holding herself and wimpering so I put her on the potty. And she just did it. Bam. Peepee. Right in there. I can't tell you how amazed I was. After another 45 minutes I saw her do that little peepee dance again, and it was another successful potty experience.

The one hitch that day was poop and that happened when she hid away in her room for a few minutes. I walked in to see her scrunched up on her belly with her bottom in the air over the rubberized mat that I had put on her bed in case of accidents. And then I saw the turdlets under her bottom and on the mat. I couldn't help but crack up, but she was a little upset to see that those little brown things came out of her.

After this weekend, we're at about 50/50 with times she poops in the potty versus hides away. But she hasn't had a pee accident since Sunday that wasn't sleep related. She's now completely au natural during the day, and wears diapers at night and at nap time. It's glorious, but we also are staying in pretty much all week.

Apparently she was ready.

Raaaawwwr!!!!

Okay, this seems to be turning into a pattern of me blogging when I'm unusually pissed off. I think it's just a coincidence though...or maybe it's hormones. I'm not quite sure.

This morning started out all wrong. I drove papajama to work this morning, and on the way read the post of a dear friend. She found out that she was pregnant a couple of weeks after I did, and went to have her first ultrasound yesterday. The ultrasound technician looked and looked, and said that there were identical twins in there, but couldn't pick up a heartbeat. What a crushing blow. I can't even imagine. There is still some hope that she is off with her dates, or that it wasn't a good read, and so now the waiting begins. Waiting for next week. Waiting to find out about the babies. I'm so mad. Maybe that's a strange emotion to feel, but it's true. I'm mad for my friend.

The second bit of bad news, which actually feels like a small annoyance after hearing about the babies, was about the house that we're trying to buy. After being jerked around all of last week by the listing agent on the property, and our bank, our offer was finally submitted to the bank who owns the house that we want. However, they responded today saying that they don't think the house will qualify for an FHA loan, and that we either need to go convetional or look elsewhere. It this puts us in a little bit of a pickle. We have a certain amount of money that we can pay out of pocket, but we were going to be able to get a better deal on closing costs, and had to put less down with an FHA loan. We need to have some money left over at the end so that we can buy a couple of frivolous things like a stove and a refrigerator. Going conventional makes that nearly impossible. Also, I have this little niggling worry about the property if the bank says that they don't think it's going to qualify for FHA...it makes me think that there's some huge glaring thing wrong with the place, and we haven't found out yet.

On to the most recent of my complaints (which I recognize is my own damn fault). I'm mad at our dog at the moment. I just worked for a good 30 minutes or more to get babyjama down for a much needed and much fought against nap. I rocked and swayed and hummed her carefully to sleep while nearly breaking my back, and just at the critical moment while I was laying her down in her bed, Leo spied the mailman and barked his freaking head off. Now I have a wide awake (and cranky) tot and a dog out in the back yard...which is where I should have put him before rocking and swaying babyjama anyway. Is it too much to ask that he figure out that barking has an effect on a sleeping baby (yes, I know it is)...Damn doofusy dog.

This pregnancy has a weird feel to it. I know so many people who are going through rough times trying to conceive, or the problems of my dear friend. I'm just feeling a little guilty about being so dang happy. I'm sure no one wants me to feel that way, but they don't get to choose and neither do I.

Another example is what is going on with my best friend since high school. She just got engaged a couple of weeks before I found out I was pregnant. She's been talking forever about how she wants to have an August wedding, and asked me to be her maid of honor (matron, if you want to get technical). I said yes of course, and then found out that I'm due to give birth three days after her wedding. Who knows if I'll give birth early or what, and so now it looks like I'm not going to be involved in the wedding afterall. And depending on the timing, I might not even be able to go. I know she's devastated about this, and I feel bad. I know I couldn't have known ahead of time that this was all going to coincide, but it's so upsetting that it is coinciding, and part of me feels like my baby is stealing her show. Which is the last thing that I want.

Okay, that's enough wallowing. There is one thing that I'm very happy to announce. Yesterday we took my first belly picture. Disclaimer: Papajama is not to blame for the slight blurriness. It was early morning, and sorta dark in our house.



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