Tales of Li'l Foot

So begins a new blog.

If you haven’t read my blogs before I used to be here http://www.acommitmentmove.blog-city.com/ but now I’m here!!!! I have decided that since this is decidedly a monumental milestone in my life (I’m pregnant), I wanted to change up the focus of my blog. And beside the fact that I was having trouble getting to be able to post to my other blog so I’m deep-sixing it and starting fresh, starting anew…starting over!!!

So why the title of my blog “The tales of L’il Foot”? Well at the last ultrasound I went to I got an overall picture of the baby…
And then the doctor snapped this photo of just the baby’s foot. That is all the baby wanted to show at that point in time…

Li’l foot has always signified my very small feet…until now. We left that appointment and didn’t even make it to the elevator before hubbie made a comment about “the baby having pretzel-nugget toes” just like I do…and my friend whom I mention at the end of this blog says they look more like “Tater Tot Toes” (TTTs – for short). Previously when i had the first ultrasound at just 7 weeks (gosh that seems like forever and a day ago) the baby earned the name “Spec” (which my friend BAnn became very fond of and I think will forever refer to this baby as “Spec” despite the name we give it (which by the way the names have been picked out since before conception (first and middle for both boy or girl) and no I’m not telling and just so you don’t go there…NO we’re not finding out the gender of the baby so don’t even try it).

My due date is January 22nd. That was the day I was focused on…that was until at my last doctor’s visit my doctor said the last ultrasound I had seemed to indicate that the measurements pointed towards 2 days earlier…which frankly can’t be possible but we won’t get too in to detail about why I believe that the case. Anywho…the doctor said he’s sticking with the previous date anyway, but I can’t help but believe that no matter what my due date is or isn’t…you all will hear that my husband and I drove to the hospital in the “Blizzard of 2007″ to deliver the little one. I just have a gut feeling!!! We’ll see what transpires but that’s still 5 months away at this point and there are many more blogs to be written between now and then.

Just an FYI…my blogs will typically not be as long as this one…but this is the first on my new blog and I have 4 months of catching you up to do on the previous 17 weeks and 2 days. Okay I won’t subject you to every nitty gritty detail but there are some things I just have to say.

OK, NOW I’M BACKING UP TO THE BEGINNING!!!!…

So I had my first sneaking suspicion that I was pregnant on May 13th at, oh, about 4:30 in the morning when I had to get up to pee and I just didn’t feel right. I didn’t have to puke or anything I just ached in the right places to make me suspicious. So I took an EPT later that morning…waited the prescribed 3 minutes and when I saw a faint glimmer of a positive show up in the little window I marched out into the living room and the following transpired between hubbie and me:

Me: Hon, I think this says I’m ……… pregnant!
Hubbie: Really (as he takes it in his own hands to examine it)?
Me: Yeah, well do you kind of see a faint vertical line making the negative a positive or am I just seeing things?
Hubbie: I do see it really faint.
Me: I’ll take another test first thing tomorrow even though it says if you’re unsure of the results wait 2 days. (Honestly who could wait 2 whole days to do repeat it?)
Hubbie: Well I could’ve told you, you were pregnant!
Me: Really? How?
Hubbie: Well let’s see last week we got the Tuesday special at the pizza place and got 2 pizzas for the price of one and we said we would “freeze” the second pie for another day. We got the pies home that night and went to town on 4 slices of pizza…IN ONE NIGHT! And then we proceeded to have the second pie the next night where you again proceeded to eat 4 slices IN ONE NIGHT!
Me: Oh yeah! That’s right, I did! Hmmmm!

So I repeated the EPT test the next morning…Mother’s Day morning! And the vertical line making the negative a positive result was just the faintest bit more pronounced than the previous morning, but it sure made me think I was that much closer to a positive result. So I came out of the bathroom, had much of the same back and forth with hubbie and I pronounced we would go to Rite Aid immediately following church that morning and buy one of the EPT tests that are digital and definitively produce a “Pregnant” or “Not Pregnant” result on the screen instead of the silly faint + or – signs.

Later that afternoon, after church, after our trip to Rite Aid, after waiting as long as I could and just before heading to mom’s house for Mother’s Day dinner I took the digital EPT and it sure did say “PREGNANT” in the window. YAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!

On the way to mom’s house that evening I told Sean he could break the news to the family. He would plan (<—–Operative word) to do it during dinner in such a way like this:

Hubbie: Ummmm…can you pass the butter and the mashed potatoes and Peggy’s pregnant!

So I say “operative word” because we never actually made it to the dining room table before mom got me in the kitchen, asked me if I wanted a glass of wine and when I politely declined she turned away to go about her business for only a minute before turning back to me and pressing me for more info as to WHY I was not interested in a glass of wine. Now, when I say pressed, I mean full court people. She pulled out all the stops and me being the one who can’t keep a poker face to save my life, I was soon calling for hubbie to intervene. And the cat was out of the bag…hubbie got his moment but it was not as planned…and so it goes. Either way the family was so excited and the final objective was to tell them and that was done one way or another and all was well.

So the last couple months have been great. After finding out that my due date is January 22nd (which by the way I commented to my doctor would be the case because I had already done the math) I realized that I actually figured out that I was pregnant just 12 days after conceiving and at that rate I was only technically 4 weeks pregnant…and oh the daunting thought of having 36 weeks to go…cripes!!!

I exited out of my first trimester with flying colors and relatively unscathed. I did not have a single bout of morning sickness (or all day sickness as some affectionately refer to it). The most that happened was I felt dizzy at times and nauseous at times, perhaps moody, my ears got really sensitive, my nose started to hate the fact that I work in the city and sit next to stinky commuters every day on the train and my you-know-whats got bigger (much to my husbands’ liking).

I’ve had one relatively momentous pregnancy melt-down simply because I was over tired and I was no where near my bed and just needed to crash and so I did at my friend’s house.

And then here I am, it is Wednesday, August 16th and I am 17 weeks and 2 days pregnant today. My weeks are complete on Mondays. So I am in the midst of my 18th week and my 18th week will be complete this upcoming Monday. At the very least I will blog once a week, unless I have a milestone or a funny happening or whatever on other days. but at the very least you will have one blog per week…I can…ummmm…yeah I’m not gonna promise because who knows what will happen. I will try my best though.

So, today I had a milestone…

I have been feeling the baby move here and there usually just a little flutter once a week or every couple of days or so. But today…today was different. I had just finished lunch (classic peanut butter and strawberry jelly). I was finishing up my lunch hour by doing stuff on the computer when all of a sudden out of no where, without warning…

thump………..
………thump…..
……thump………..
…thump……

(pause)

……thump….
….thump…
………..thump….
……..thump….

I felt much more than just the flutters I had previously felt.

The funniest part is…you know when you have a muscle twitch in your leg or your eye or somewhere on your body and then you move or try to look at that spot or whatever and it all of a sudden just abruptly stops once you try. Well I didn’t want to move, I didn’t want to look, I didn’t want to breath, I didn’t want to pick up the phone which really was in reaching distance from where I sat and I didn’t want to push my chair out from under my desk, I just wanted to stay completely still and revel in the feeling for just that moment or as it turned out like 5 moments. Once I thought it was finished squirming about I started to move and look down and my belly and sure enough I saw my belly do a little hop and the baby started again so I called hubbie. And really ALL I want is for this to happen when hubbie and I are around each other. I just want him to feel it, that’s all. The baby must have been telling me to say hi to Aunt Allypop because at the precise moment the baby kicked I looked in my inbox and there was an email from Auntie while on her honeymoon in Europe.

And so begins the journey of yet another mommy-blogger. It’s an exciting time and I can only imagine what’s in store for the years to come but I’m looking forward to it. Enjoy my new blog and I love comments as long as they aren’t annoying and nit-picky.