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. :)


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.)

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

Labor Signs:
Belly Button in or out?
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.
Nearly crapping my pants. Not a good milestone.

I need to get over this.

Posted 09 Mar 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, not so much

I wouldn’t normally post twice in a day, but this was too – dare I say funny? – not to share.

This morning, my breakfast included a slimfast shake (I have like, 4 left, I’m just trying to get rid of them), a bagel and half a smoothie.

Suddenly, out of the blue, I get a cramp. No, not the ute stretching cramp, but the OHMYGODIMIGHTCRAPMYPANTS cramp. I quickly get up and shimmy to the bathroom in the boots that make my feet kill, only to see that someone else is in there.

Let me pause this story to tell another. I have some issues with public restrooms. Such as, I hate it when the bathroom is empty aside from me and people pick the stall RIGHT NEXT TO ME. Dude – there’s like 4 others to pick from. Why you gotta pick the only one next to me? I also cannot, uh, clear the pipes – so to speak – with an audience. I just can’t. It grosses me out when others do it, and I can’t imagine putting anyone else through that situation.

So, imagine my dismay when I see someone’s feet in a stall. Fine, I think…I can just take care of my ever-full bladder and then wait patiently. So I do so, the other woman exits, and I begin to take care of business. I begin to realize I’m in it for the long haul when someone else walks in. Uh…GET OUT RIGHT NOW. I’m pretty much injuring myself at this point trying to contain myself. I begin to wait not-so-patiently again, and someone else walks in. GOD DAMMIT. I wrap things up, wash my hands…and start to shimmy to the other bathroom on our floor. There’s a “unisex (private) bathroom” across from the women’s room, I try it, it’s locked. DAMMIT. THAT is what I need. Some quiet time alone. Instead, I enter the women’s room.

I get in, it’s empty, I unzip, and someone walks in.

I start to think “I’m pregnant, I need to get over this. This won’t be the last time” but alas, I cannot do it…and at this point I’m pretty sure I’m going to have a horrid accident, in my William Rast jeans no less. I wrap it up again, and attempt the unisex restroom across the hall and it’s open. THANK GOD. I am now vowing to always attempt this restroom first. It was like my own little slice of toilet heaven.

I write this in hopes that I am not the only one in this situation, and also in the hopes that at some point I can look back and laugh at this scenario. Today was a close call. A very close call.

Zzzzzzz….SNORT…WHAT?! I’m awake, I swear!

Posted 09 Mar 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, The Hubs

Okay, first off – I want to make it blatantly clear that I really DO love Daylight Saving time. Getting home from work and having another 2 hours of daylight is freakin AWESOME.

HOWEVER, I did not care for waking up this morning and having it not get light for ANOTHER HOUR. This whole situation led me to staying in bed with my hair in a towel until 7:40. No bueno.

I cannot WAIT for Spring/Summer though. I’m sick of scarves and jackets. Mexico made me miss my flippies.

In uterus/gote news – the nausea I was feeling on Friday is gone (for now) – I felt relatively good all weekend, aside from a couple belly aches after eating and total fatigue. Oh, and my boobs. They’re ridiculous. They’re veiny and huge. I’m pretty sure I’m on the cusp of a D cup, since I’m already spilling out. This is ridiculous. That would make me a 32D. What am I , some sort of porn star?

We told the hubs’ parents Friday night. It was pretty awesome. We showed them pictures of our vacation, and towards the end there’s a picture of a cake one of the restaurants made for us that says “Congratulations Future Baby” (gotta love the translation weirdness happening there) and when we got to that picture, we just leaned back. His mom kept reading it (not getting it) and finally his dad was all “Are you guys having a baby?!” and his mom squealed for about 20 minutes. It was pretty rad. We told his sister the following night the same way. She’s the first person to seriously cry. And then of course, I cried like a baby. Yay hormones!

And, I think I might be telling one of my girlfriends soon – just because she recently had a baby at the same hospital we’d like to go to, and I need a doc recommendation, stat.