Archive for 2009

Dear intestines: Make up your mind. Thx.

Posted 11 Mar 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business

In a mere 48 hours, I’ve gone from nearly shitting my pants to no movement AT ALL. Thanks pregnancy! I’ve only ever suffered from the big “C” once. It was not pretty.

In non poop news…I made an appointment at the clinic that utilizes the hospital we want to go to. I feel bad not seeing the NP I’ve been seeing for YEARS for my first appointment, but it seems like I should start out at the clinic right off the bat. Oh well.

This new clinic has the choice of seeing a set of doctors or midwives. GREAT. Another decision. I had always assumed doctor, but now I don’t know. Le sigh.

Also – I’m pretty much going INSANE not telling anyone about the babe. I REALLY REALLY want to wait, but not telling is almost killing me. I’m going to have another chat with the hubs tonight and see what he thinks. I’m tired of lying and having this great news and not being able to share it with anyone!!

The reveal to the inlaws.

Posted 11 Mar 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, paparazzi

I don’t know if I’ll keep this up forever, but I’ll post it for now.


Telling the in-laws from jenna bee on Vimeo.

See below for an explanation of wtf is going on in this video. :)

Dang, I’m failing…so here’s a sad post.

Posted 10 Mar 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category not so much, please and thank you

I have not been a good blogger – TWO WEEKS have passed since my last post. I do have a bit of an excuse – I was in Mexico and have had some family stuff that have been a bit of a distraction.

Most recently, I found out my beloved grandmother’s cancer diagnosis has gone downhill. Almost 5 1/2 years ago she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer and only given 2-3 years. Well, she’s defied the odds and has been living her life to the fullest since (thanks to numerous courses of chemo and radiation). The tumor has never gone away, but it’s been kept at bay.

For the past few months she’s been off chemo, as she’s basically used every kind that would help her. Today was a regular checkup for her (with bloodwork and CAT scan) and it revealed the cancer has not only grown, but has also moved into her abdomen and liver. Her numbers have increased almost 10x what they were 2 months before. It’s not good.

My grandma is the rock of my family, and she’s become that even more so since we lost my grandfather a couple years ago, and my aunt less than a year ago.

Please keep her in your thoughts. We need her here for a lot longer. :)

LOVE YOU GABS!

Get out of my head, you bad thoughts, you.

Posted 10 Mar 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, not so much

For some reason today, I’m overcome with thoughts that something is wrong and this baby won’t be born. I can’t stop thinking about it. I mean, I still feel effed up and that’s good, but I feel like I’m going to go to that appointment in 2 weeks and they’re going to tell me that there’s no heartbeat or that something is awry.

I can’t shake it either.

I suppose everyone feels this way once in a while while pregnant, but I wish I could make it go away.

5 Weeks.

Posted 10 Mar 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, paparazzi

Uh, holy bloat…Batman.

How far along? 5 weeks
Total weight gain/loss: minus 2 lbs.
Maternity clothes? No. Although after sweating non-stop for the past 3 days, I’m wondering why polyester maternity clothing is even allowed.

Stretch marks? No.

Sleep: Aside from my kitty being a dickhead, been sleeping well. VERY weird dreams though.

Best moment this week: Sleeping in on the weekend. (I wish every day was a Sunday.)

Movement:
Yes. Plenty of it in my bowels.
Food cravings:
Raisins.
Gender: I haven’t even thought about it. I’m kind of not letting myself think about it.

Labor Signs:
Zip.
Belly Button in or out?
Innie.
What I miss:
Feeling like I’m on solid ground and not on the deck of a yacht in stormy seas. (urp)
What I am looking forward to: That first appointment! (2 more weeks…)

Weekly Wisdom:
Read my post below – get over pooping in public restrooms. Just get over it.
Milestones:
Nearly crapping my pants. Not a good milestone.