Monday, December 10, 2012

Mama's Little Revolutionary

Today I had a second ultrasound -- internal again, woo! -- and everything looks great with a tiny Homer.

Heartbeat is still there and strong.  We saw all the little boney bumps along the spine, so there are no neural-tube defects.  Baby's got dancey legs and a body that does flips and flips and flips and flips.  But my favoritest part was Homer shaking the tiniest fists in the air (or, you know, amniotic fluid).  I cannot explain to you the way my heart leapt and the squeal of joy and laughter that came out of my mouth.


Mama's Little Revolutionary.  I am so fucking proud of you.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

The Little Mermaid

Hello, fans of Homer!  Maybe it's been awhile, and you are judging me for not posting, but, you know, sometimes life gets busy.  I had two birthdays (I'm lucky that way), and, you know, other stuff, so, you know.  Busy.  But I missed you.

Physical Therapy is going well; I've been able to taper off to just once a week.  The therapists have set me up with a series of exercises that I do in the conference room at work, and things are feeling much better.  I can sit for an hour now!!  It's amazing!

My next prenatal visit (with ultrasound!) is on Monday, and I'm getting super-excited about that.  Dr. T the OB warned me at the last appointment that nausea may come later, and I think he was right.  I'm having a much harder time keeping on top of nausea this week.  I'm now at the point where I've got a stack of saltines by my bed to snack on through the night (you have to know how much CRACKERS in BED is actually killing my soul), and I opted to drive to work today instead of taking the bus because I wasn't sure I was going to keep those crackers down.

I made it, and made it through the day with only one trip to the bathroom to vomit.  Good enough.

Also, the Tired (yes, with a capital "T") is getting stronger.  I keep trying to push my bedtime back, but life (read: Facebook & porn) is too interesting.  So the mornings are rotten.  I'm so slow to get going, I push the snooze button too many times, and I arrive to work late.  Bah.  I'll finish up here and go straight to bed tonight.  I swear.

Last thing before I turn in: I had acupuncture on Friday, and while my acupuncturist left me on the table (sunny-side up) to cook for a while, I SWEAR ON ANYTHING that I felt Homer flip over.  Didn't feel like gas or a poop, it felt like a ping-pong ball rolling over.  The internets disagree as to whether or not this is possible for a first baby at 10 weeks, but you know what?  I don't care, internets.  That was Homer, playing The Little Mermaid with his imaginary Hot Crustacean Band, and you can't convince me otherwise.

THE END.