Today, I am thankful for my job.

*Note – this was written a few weeks ago*

I bitch about my job a lot.  A LOT.  I generally have to deal with a lot of dumb people (both from the public side and people who work here), and a lot of drama.

But during and after pregnancy, I probably couldn’t ask for a better or more flexible job.

And let’s talk health insurance for a brief moment.  I had heard horror stories about how expensive it could be to have a baby in a hospital, even with the proper health insurance.  As in even after insurance coverage, you own hundreds, sometimes thousands.  I was preparing myself for the worst.  I had learned tricks about how you can call and ask for a discount if you pay for everything in one big payment.  Ugh.  I even prepared Mike for it.

After our fancy hospital stay (I really enjoyed it actually, aside from the lack of sleep), we got our first bill.  I assumed it was just for Kenzie or just a small part of it all.  Total amount due was $14.  Or maybe less.  I can’t really remember.  But it was for both mine and my daughter’s stay at the hospital.  Labor, delivery, hanging out for two days after in the mother baby wing…  I kept waiting for another bill to come, but it did not.  Insurance covered nearly everything.  So basically, I can never get another job until I am done having kids.  Or getting sick.   Government insurance is the best insurance.  Pay isn’t the best, but the benefits will always be worth it.  We even get a $1,000 Benny card.  You can use this card to pay for prescriptions, co-pays, or even (in my case) breast pumps!  YEAH!

Insurance details aside, I have had two rough pregnancies (so far).  Lots of nausea, lots of puking, lots of tears.  When you are feeling that sick, it’s really hard to stay motivated, no matter what your job is.  I am blessed to have an office with a door, a parking space that is incredibly close to the entrance, and a boss who is flexible with my schedule and understanding.  Things could be a lot worse for me.  There were times during my pregnancy with Kenzie when I got so sick at work that all I could do was sit in the conference room with my head on the table in the dark.  Or all I could do was sit on the ground of my office pretending to file things or read through papers.   But I got through it, and no one questioned me.  So I have to remember that.

And now, I have the luxury of leaving the office at lunch whenever I want, and spending an hour with my daughter at the babysitter’s or taking her to the park, and picking her up right at 5 p.m.   Never have to worry about overtime, or getting calls while I’m at home.

And finally, a prime example this week of why I appreciate this flexible, shitty job.

Kenzie had a fever starting on Monday.  I stayed home with her on Tuesday and brought her to the doctor.  The doctor said she believed it was the start of Hand, Foot, Mouth disease.  The only indicator was that when she looked in her mouth, she thought she saw a few blister-like things.  Plus the fever, and her lack of appetite (because maybe her throat hurt).  I ask what we can do or what medicine we can give her.  “You just have to wait it out, you can give her Tylenol for the fever.  Usually takes 3 to 5 days to run its course”….FANTASTIC.

Anyhow, I’m still not certain it was in fact hand, foot, mouth (which by the way never existed when we were kids to my knowledge, so where are these viruses coming from?!).  She doesn’t have anything on her hands, feet, or booty (no rash or anything).  Maybe we just got lucky with a very mild case or it is just a random virus.  Either way, I was able to take off Tuesday and Wednesday (very last minute) to take care of baby girl, since you cannot send her to the babysitter with an infection that could be spread to others.  My mom came over Thursday so I could go back to work, and Mike is taking off Friday.  I always get stuck taking more time off, but we will chalk it up to the fact that his job is a little more demanding than mine.  Whatever.  I’d rather be home anyhow.  BUT, I really should be saving my time now for the next baby.  Needless to say, I will be working from home more than I had to with Kenzie.

So yes, my job blows sometimes, but today, I will take it and remember that it will be worth it in the long run.  If only they had paid maternity leave.

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Little Caesars It Is!

Well guys, I’m pregnant again.  I’m only 6/7 weeks right now, so I won’t post this until after I have my first appointment, which is next week, and hopefully hear a little heartbeat.  (p.s.  I am twelve weeks+ now).

I’m only six weeks in and I’m already feeling like shit.  Mike tried to take me out to one more “nice meal” before I started the nausea, assuming this pregnancy is similar to my last 9 months of pure hell.  Eh, I guess it was really only 8 months. That was a blessing in disguise.

So we go to one of my favorite places Valley Kitchen in Valparaiso, IN.  The last time we were there, I had the BEST grapefruit martini.  So fresh.  This place prides itself on using locally grown food and fresh everything.  I can attest to this in their food AND drinks.  AMAZING.  http://www.eatvalley.com/

Anyhow, I was ecstatic to try their new sweet corn linguine.  They change their menu a few times a month since everything is generally based on the local availability of produce/ etc.   So we split the order of linguine.  Well, guess what?  The sauce was tomato based.  I took one bite and stopped.  Mike knew immediately.  Luckily, we also tend to load up on appetizers here, so we had fried green tomatoes, and truffle/ Parmesan french fries – both were amazing.  I also opted to get the vegetable cream chowder – another good choice!  So, it’s not like I left feeling hungry, but it was disappointing to say the least.  Of course, I made sure we ordered something sweet in the end.  It was a blueberry tart – the crust was made with sweet corn (obviously, sweet corn is big in season right now!).  Wasn’t wowed by the crust (I love a good, buttery pastry crust), but whatever was inside was awesome.  Good thing my tummy still allows me my sweets.

So, I’ve only gotten sick once so far, but the waves of nausea…oh my goodness.  They just stop me in my tracks.  Like right this second, I had to get up for something.  My legs feel like Jello!   I have had terrible headaches as well.  I’m trying not to take much of anything, but when things get really bad, I do pop a tylenol.  Pretty much does nothing for me.  Man do I miss my Advil Cold & Sinus.  Stopped the headaches and the sinus pain immediately.  ::haha, only been sick one, ERRONEOUS::

I love how everyone says, “every pregnancy is different”….well this one is measuring up to be pretty much the same.  So far, at least.  ::at 12 weeks, still just as bad..each day sucks just as much as the one before, but it’s harder when you have a child under 2 that you are chasing around..this will for sure be the last child::

POSITIVE THINGS:

I have not yet missed taking my prenatal vitamin each day, or gotten sick trying to do so (the pills are HUGE).  I take them at night now before I go to bed, and I can still swallow the pills without gagging.  I want to say that at this point last year, I was already on the gummy brand.  What I was not aware of right away was that the gummy brand does not contain iron, so I eventually had to start taking iron supplements in my third trimester.  No biggie, but I’d rather get it all done in one pill swoop if possible.

Kenzie slept through the night last night.   Of course when this happens, Mike wakes me up in a tizzy at 11:30 throwing the pillows and blankets about like a madman.  He said, “There was a bug!”  – so he’s searching with his phone as a flashlight to see if he can find this bug that he swears he felt/ saw.  In the meantime, Kenzie starts to cry.  I told him not to move until she settles down.  Fast forward, Kenzie falls back to sleep, no bug is found, and I cannot sleep for the next two hours.  Figures.

Mike is off this week.  We are looking to put the house on the market (hopefully) this spring.  Probably just in time for me to deliver baby number 2.  He needs to dig up around the side of our foundation where we tend to get seepage if we get a crazy, hard rain.  Since you have to disclose all of that stuff, I want to get it taken care of so there is no longer a problem and we can say, “we haven’t gotten water in the past so many months after making these repairs to our foundation/ exterior”…this also means that dinner should be ready by the time I get home.  Fingers crossed for a good week.

I have my first doctor’s appointment on Thursday.  This is good because I can request my nausea meds.  Maybe we can find something that works this time.  This could also be good in the event that they are able to hear the heartbeat – fingers crossed.  Otherwise, we will need to wait until the ultrasound appointment.  Stay tuned!

 

 

MacKenzie’s Birth Story – Part 5 (10 months later…)

Moving right along…

I still remember it like it was yesterday.  Picture it:  Sicily.  1922…

But for real, I did think that it would take me hours of pushing to get little chicky out.  Only because everyone tells their horror stories about how they were in labor and pushing for 12 hours, yadda yadda…had to eventually get a c-section because baby got wedged in there.  I do realize that she was tiny, so if the next kiddo is bigger, I imagine it taking a little longer.

Note to self:  Next time, have 80s and 90s music blasting in the delivery room for all to enjoy.  I had such great intentions of having a play list ready to go.  But then again, didn’t know little chicky was going to be a month early.

So I’m pushing and pushing every now and then when a contraction comes up.  Still no sweat or anything crazy.   It had probably been about 20 minutes or so.  Nurses are talking about random things.  Mike is being as supportive as he can, and we are holding little conversations in between as well.  So weird!

At no point does she tell me, “Okay, I see the head!”, maybe because I didn’t really seem interested in looking at the mirror to see the progress.  Which honestly, was probably for the best.  I would have been annoyed, I’m sure.

After another push, I’m looking at my wedding ring thinking, “Gosh, who knew I would be delivering our first baby before our one year anniversary” and Mike chimes in, “Babe, look” (he was pointing at my legs/ doctor area) – I figured he was telling me to look in the mirror or something so I told him to shut it, that I wasn’t interested!  He said, “NO, LOOOOOK” ……So I looked up, and there was baby girl, in Dr. Upp’s arms.  And then she let out a good scream, and we knew her lungs were GOOD TO GO.  ::phew, big sigh of relief there, since the lung development were the main thing they were worried about in her early arrival::  MacKenzie Josephine was born at 10:59 a.m. on April 13, 2015 weighing in at 4 lbs and 13 ounces, and 18 inches long.  It was kind of funny, because at some point early in the morning (probably 4 or 5 a.m. when she was checking my cervix again), she said, “Yep, you’ll probably have your baby girl by 11 a.m.”….crazy to me.  She knows her stuff.

As soon as Kenzie was delivered, Dr U said, “Wait wait, Mike, get your camera, and let’s get a few photos before we put her under the warming crib” – it was SO NICE to have them think about that kind of thing, because both of us were not thinking about it at all.  Because of that, we were able to get a few really great photos in the first few moments of our daughter’s life.  Now, we probably have a few thousand photos (not kidding – both of our phones are out of memory – we literally have to delete apps when we need to take more pics, it’s ridiculous).  We really need to invest in a nice camera.  I know camera phones have come a long way, but I want to be able to really control the photos I am taking (not just add instagram filters that I can never decide on).

And in case you were wondering, I did cry when baby girl was born.  Not like a loser who just fell off her bike type of cry, but a good, smiling cry with a few tears streaming.  Plus, it was a beautiful morning.  The sun was shining through the windows, and all was right in my world.  I never thought I would have cried.  Not because I have no heart, but because I thought I would just be happy, but not THAT happy to see a screaming babe 🙂  Mike had some hidden tears, too.

So Mike got our pics with the iPad, and then they moved her to the side of the room with the warming crib, and the NICU team checked her out and cleaned her up.  Final outcome?  Baby girl is perfectly healthy at 36 weeks!  WHAT UP.  My doctor then said, “Well, I guess we can cancel your appointment for Thursday!”  YEAH!  No more checking of the cervix, now I just get to hang with my happy baby!  Haha, oh how little I knew then about how the first few months would go.  I was so dumb and uninformed.  That’s okay though.  You live, you learn.  ::alanis::

After babe was born and the NICU team deemed her good to go, they put her on my chest for some skin-to-skin, while Mike went out and got the grandmas.  They were shocked that I had already delivered.  Everyone was happy as clams, as you could imagine.  Tears were flowing.  Happy happy.  After the grandmas got their fix, it was time to try to breastfeed.

I’ll save the breastfeeding topic for another post, because it seriously needs its own post with all of the BS that comes along with it (I am still breastfeeding, but I was so uneducated at first that it was frustrating and upsetting.  So if I can teach just one person something about my experience, it will be worth it).

Next post:  about the next two days spent in the hospital (pretty much a blur), and bringing home baby girl.  Oh what a journey it has been.

 

 

MacKenzie’s Birth Story – Part 4 (6 months later…)

Well hello!

I really hope I remember as many details as I thought I would.  Clearly, I never have time to blog, let alone do my hair or makeup anymore.  I’m happy to report my showering has become more consistent, so that’s cool.  I always told myself before that I would never let my appearance go down the tubes when I had a baby.  I thought it was a lame excuse to be lazy.  I WAS WRONG.  Now that I am back to work full-time, it’s a wonder how I am able to pack her up, drop her at the babysitter’s house, and get to work by 9.  You should see me packing up the car in the morning – it’s much like a circus act.  I’m glad our garage is in the alley so I only have to walk through our backyard.  The neighbors would get a show every single morning.  As long as my daughter is fed, clean, and dressed for the weather that day, it no longer matters if I am wearing a shirt that hasn’t been washed in a week, if there is crusty spit-up somewhere on me, or if my hair is in the same bun from the night before.  I’ve come to terms with it, and I am okay with it.  I think it will eventually get better.

Alright.  Onto the 4th installation of the birth story of Miss Mack:

Epidural was a success.  The scariest part was officially over (although at the time, I thought that the pushing part would be the scariest because I thought they let your epidural wear off).

So, it was about midnight or a little after.  The nurse suggested that I needed my rest and to try to sleep before the big morning ahead.  I decided to watch the Food Network for a little while (we love Chopped and pretty much anything on the channel).  I couldn’t concentrate, of course.

I was suddenly very thirsty.  Still no food – only ice chips.   The nurse came in to check the monitors a little while after they completed the epidural.  I asked in my nicest, kindest voice for a sprite or something bubbly.  She said, “Sure!  I think I can manage that for you” – and off she went.  She came back with a tiny Styrofoam cup of Sierra Mist with one of those bendy straws (good thing they were a Pepsi account).  I could not have been more excited.

Cut to 3 a.m. – Mike was working on his laptop while laying on the couch, and we had the lights dimmed so I could relax.  So I took a few sips of Sierra Mist and sat back to relax.  Ten minutes later, I started to feel nauseous FAST.  I look over at Mike who had fallen asleep on the couch that seemed like a mile away from my bed.  I start saying, “Babe” to try to get his attention.  “MICHAEL!” – still no response.  I know how tired he must have been.  Things weren’t getting any better, and I knew I was going to throw up.  So, I pressed my trusty “PAIN” button which alerted the nurse that I needed her ASAP.  She was probably like, “WTF, this girl is on an epidural – she feels nothing!”

Thankfully, they move incredibly fast at Community Hospital.  That, and there was only one other lady in labor on the floor.

She swooped in and I said, “I’m going to be sick – I can’t reach anything and I don’t want to puke on the floor!”  By then, trusty husband was awake.  “I told you they shouldn’t have given you the pop to drink!  Why did you insist on asking for pop?”  Hahaha, always my fault.  Oh well, it tasted great for those few sips.  And then I puked.  Good to know for next time:  Nothing after epidural.  Stuff face before going to hospital and hide cheeseburgers within reach.  Easy peasy.

After the pop debacle, I was able to sleep for a few hours, on and off.  The nurses were pretty kind to me and didn’t bother me too many times, since the baby monitors were all wireless (they have the monitor transferred to a big screen at the nurses station so they can constantly monitor baby and contractions).

I woke up at around 6 a.m. to get “checked” again.  This wasn’t as bad since I couldn’t feel anything.  I think I was 3 centimeters.  Nothing crazy.  Still feeling good from the epidural.  By then, our moms had called to say they were taking the day off and heading over to hang out – time kind of started to fly by at this point.

At some point, like 8 a.m. maybe, the nurse decided that I should put the giant “peanut” pillow between my legs to soften my cervix – or whatever.  It didn’t hurt or anything, just super awkward trying to talk to everyone, because they had to keep switching sides, so when I was on my left side, I was facing the other wall and talking over my shoulder to them.

My mom, brother, and Mike’s mom popped in and out, giving us our privacy.

My doctor stopped in again to check me – still around 8 a.m.  I asked how would I know when it was ready to push?!  And I said, “please don’t stop the epidural, I don’t want to feel anything!”  Luckily, it was on a drip, so it’s not like they would have to give me another one or it would randomly stop working if I had to push for too long.

My doctor’s famous words:  “When you feel like you have to poop – that’s when you’re ready to push!  I think you’ll have your baby in your arms by 11 a.m.”

At some point, I started to feel a little bit a pressure, but nothing that hurt at all.  Still hanging out with the moms and Mike.  I was starting to get anxious/ excited/ nervous since I still couldn’t believe I was about to become a mother – a whole month earlier than planned.

At about 10 a.m., I started to feel the urge – and it was getting closer and closer together – which I’m sure were the contractions.  I didn’t want to exclaim to the room that I really felt like I needed to poop, but the nurse happened to pop in to check on me.  I said, “Um, Dr. Uppulurri told me to let her know when I felt like I needed to go, so could you tell her please?”   She came into the room just a few minutes later, checked me, and said, “Whoa – you are completely ready to go, we are ready to push!”

That was the cue for the moms and my brother to hit the bricks.  They headed out to the labor and delivery lounge – seriously the fanciest lounge I have ever seen in a hospital.  Labor and Delivery is on the top floor of the hospital, so the lounge had one entire wall that were windows – so you could see the Chicago skyline while helping yourself to coffee or Pepsi.  They even had a tray of donuts/ danishes that were brought in daily.

After my doctor told me it was go-time, she must have put a call out to the entire hospital, because about 10 nurses/ doctors filed into the room and started opening cabinets that I didn’t even know existed and transforming the room for delivery.  She also told me that the NICU team would be there to make sure that her lungs were developed enough – that was her only real concern since she was 36 weeks.  That scared me a little, but for some reason, I had a good feeling that she was going to be okay.

So they turn on this super bright light above me, even though it was a sunny morning.  This light was TERRIBLE – it was the same one they turned on when I got my epidural.  When we were ready to go, I asked my doctor, “Um, would it be okay if we turned off the heating lamp above me?”  I’m sure she needs to see and everything, but I didn’t feel bad asking since she wasn’t about the stick a needle in my back.  My doctor said, “Of course!”  And she instructed one of the 10 nurses to turn it off.

Then she explained how we were going to approach the pushing.  She told me that the pressure I was feeling every 30 seconds or so were indeed contractions.  So when I start to feel the beginning of one, that is when I want to start pushing.  She said I could either determine it and say, “Okay!  I feel one coming on!” or I could ask them to tell me when to push.  Since I could feel the pressure so well, I told her I would make the call.  Then she explained the best positioning – i.e. where the best place was to put my hands to make sure I was getting the biggest bang for my buck when pushing (which was basically grabbing behind my knees and pulling towards me).

Then one of the nurses said, “Oh!  We forgot to bring the mirror down from the ceiling so you can see your baby being born!”  And I quickly stopped them and said, “NO NO NO, I don’t want to see, no mirrors, NO NO NO”  and we all had a good laugh.  I think people are nuts who want to see their baby coming out of their business.  To each her own, though.  I told Mike he wasn’t invited to see that either.  He was okay with that.

And then we were ready!  Mike was by my side.  Couldn’t hold his hand since I had them on my legs, but that was fine.  He was really supportive.  It was kind of funny to me.  I mean, you see these TV shows and movies with women giving birth and what you see there is really NOTHING like what actually goes on (in my situation, at least).  I know TV and movies are fake, but sometimes, that’s all you have to compare it to if you haven’t actually been present when someone else has given birth.  And those “real” movies we watched during birthing class were TERRIBLE – especially those who didn’t want the drugs.

First contraction started – and I said, “Okay, I think I feel one – can I push?” and she checked the monitor and confirmed that it was indeed a contraction, and then told me to go for it.  So I pushed for the duration of the contraction – maybe like 20 seconds?  Nothing crazy.  And then it was like I was in an alternate universe because in between contractions, everyone went back to chit-chatting.  My doctor and the other nurse were talking about some other lady who delivered the other day and didn’t want the drugs and was like a drill sergeant.  The other nurses were talking amongst themselves, and Mike and I were just making small talk.  Weirdest thing ever!  I thought once you started pushing, that was all that you did!  I only had a few short minutes between contractions, but it was still so weird.

I wasn’t dripping with sweat like I thought I would be, I wasn’t crying or screaming…which made me think that maybe it would be a long while before baby girl was ready.  WRONG.

23 Weeks, 4 Days – Bebe is size of bunch of grapes

Really, Ovia?  A bunch of grapes?  SO WEIRD.

Okay, so I had another appointment Monday with my doctor.  This time, she actually took out a measuring tape to measure my belly.  Feeling fatter by the day!  But that’s okay.  I think I’ve managed to lose all other muscle in my body, so I’ll probably come out ahead in the long run (yeah, right). I have gained 13 lbs since my first appointment in October.  Hard to believe since I feel as though I am puking half of my nutrients away. When the doctor was listening for the heartbeat, baby kept kicking and kicking.  Baby is super active, and that makes me happy.   I’m sure baby will settle down when baby is born, right?  Because mama has no energy as it is. Before the doctor came in to visit with me, I could hear her talking to the woman in the room next to me.  The mom-to-be was 40, and they decided that she would be induced on Friday.  She said, “the next time I see you, you will have a baby” – how crazy is that?  I can’t believe we will be having that same discussion in the near future (hopefully not about induction – I have heard such horror stories!)

Something interesting we talked about while the doctor came in, was about hydration – a major concern of mine.  The taste (or lack thereof) of water makes me nauseous.  I generally put lemon in it, but even then it is hard to tolerate more than one bottle.  Every pregnancy blog announces how important it is to drink eight glasses of water per day, because baby needs it!  They make you feel so guilty if you don’t or can’t.   So I started telling her my problem, and she cut me off right away and started shaking her head, “You aren’t actually trying to drink that much water each day, are you?”  I said hell no, I just try to push myself to four glasses a day, which is a stretch.  She said don’t push it!  People tend to forget how much water is in the food that we eat, and even the other drinks that we take in, so it is rare that I would need to worry about being dehydrated.  If I were puking all day long and not holding anything down, then yes, we would need to talk about how I’m staying hydrated.  She seriously made me feel so much better.  I’m basically living on unsweetened iced tea with lemon at this point, drink-wise.  Unless fountain Pepsi is available…

My doctor also told me that the next test of mine would suck.  The glucose test that I have heard oh-so-much about!  After she explained that I would have to drink a can of lemon-lime juice containing double the sugar of a Red Bull in less than five minutes, I’m sure my facial expression explained it all.  I told her my fear was that it would make me sick, after she told me how much it disgusted everyone.  She told me I can take my anti-nausea pills that morning (even though I’m not supposed to eat or drink anything), and that I can wait another 4 or 5 weeks until I feel that the nausea period has passed (HA!).  If you can’t keep down the liquid crack and vomit, then you have to prick your finger every day for a week or so to monitor your own blood sugar.  NO THANKS.  So, I will definitely be the child sitting in the corner plugging her nose while she chugs the liquid crack.  Then, I get to sick and wait an hour after drinking it so they can take my blood again to make sure it’s doing what it should be with the sugar.  I told Mike he didn’t have to join me for that appointment.  It’s not going to be pleasant for anyone.  Stay tuned for that update.

I also asked her about my terrible lower back pains.  She suggested getting the icy hot patches and wearing those at work or in the car.  So I bought those at Walgreens yesterday, and THEY SUCK.  Don’t bother buying them.  I resorted to bringing my heating pad to work with me, which is the only thing that helps when I am having to sit upright for longer periods of time.

Anyhow, on to a more fun subject for me:  FOOD. I have found a new addiction/ craving.  Jodi’s Italian Ice Factory in Hammond, IN.  They only have a Facebook page right now, so that is the link I had added.  I know what you are thinking.  Who eats or wants Italian Ice in January in Chicago?  Only a fool!  Or a pregnant chicky.   It’s not just normal Italian Ice – she experiments with these crazy flavors.  For example, what got me to stop in was their sour strawberry/ lemonade sour patch kid Italian Ice.  Pair that baby with some nachos and jalapenos, and we are good to go.   I made my second trip there in a week yesterday.  So worth it.  Turns out the Subaru has an added nacho holder that I didn’t even know about!  Heck yeah.  Here are some photos of the goodness:

Italian IceNacho Cheese

And now for a healthier addiction I’ve had for lunch this entire week!   See below for the recipe/ photos.  Courtesy of Cuisine Magazine – Fast & Fresh Edition.  I made these sandwiches for my husband and I all week.  I usually get sick of things so quickly, but this has stuck.  I am thankful, since this is healthy for the most part.

Dill Havarti Veggie Sandwiches

For the dill spread, whisk: 1/4 cup of canola or olive oil mayonnaise 1/4 cup of sour cream 1/4 cup chopped fresh dill 1 tbsp. minced lemon zest Salt and black pepper to taste

For the sandwiches, spread: Pumpernickel Bread Slices 2 cups fresh baby spinach 8 oz sliced dill Havarti cheese 1/2  zucchini (crosswise), thinly sliced lengthwise  *mandolin works great for this 1/2  yellow squash (crosswise), thinly sliced lengthwise  *mandolin works great for this 1/2  red bell pepper (seeded and sliced) 1  cup thinly sliced cucumber (about 1/2 large cucumber)  *mandolin works great for this 1/2  cup thinly sliced red onion

For the dill spread, whisk mayonnaise, sour cream, dill, and zest in a small bowl; season with salt and pepper and set aside

For the sandwiches, spread the dill spread on one side of each bread slice. Layer spinach, cheese, zucchini, yellow squash, bell pepper, cucumber, and red onion on the bread.

CALORIE CONTENT:  Per sandwich, 448 calories; 27g total fat (15g salt); 69 mg chol; 873mg sodium; 32g carb; 6g fiber; 20g protein

dill havarti veggie sandwich

19 Weeks, 3 Days – Size of a Zesty Zucchini

Moving right along…

Scheduled the ultrasound for January 3!  I wanted it before the holidays, but their scheduling department sucks.  Mike is oddly okay with this.  I suppose it gives us something to look forward to.

In other news, I am in a very crabby mood today.  I hate everyone.  Well, just about everyone.  People who can’t drive, people who can’t show up to work when they are interns, people who are involved in things at work who are fucking idiots and don’t deserve to get paid for the position that was handed to them.  That type of thing.  Contractors who are working right outside my window at work drilling shit.  SHUT UP.

I also hate that my digestive system has started to fail me.  I’ve heard about this happening in the second trimester.  Basically, everything slows down, and it sucks.  I may have also started experiencing heart burn for the first time in my life.  It feels like someone is sitting on my chest and I can barely breathe.  The only comfort is when I can lay down completely.  So if it happens at work, I am pretty much screwed (seeing as I am the only one in the office, for the most part).

I had a doctor’s appointment on Monday.  It was WONDERFUL.  I walked in, and there was no one in the waiting room.  This has NEVER happened.  It is always annoyingly packed.  And then, it smelled like yummy fried chicken.  So I asked the nurse what that lovely smell was, and she gave me some of her curly fries from Arby’s.  I seriously have the best doctor/ nurses ever.  She said that if I am starting to feel less nauseous, then I should EAT EAT EAT!  Then, I proceeded to go to Arby’s after my appointment.  It was somewhat unnecessary, seeing as I had a peanut butter & jelly sandwich and popcorn before my appointment.  But a beef and cheddar, curly fries, and a fountain Pepsi.  Fountain Pepsi makes me so happy.

Heartbeat is at 150 for the little one.  Doctor said everything sounds good and I have even gained a slight amount of weight ::cringe::   Time to go maternity shopping for real this time.  No more walking around with my pants unbuttoned!

I have most of our Christmas shopping done.  I ordered Mike an xBox One, against his wishes.  I know he only said that he didn’t need it because it was too expensive.  However, I feel that this is the last Christmas it will just be about the two of us.  Our lives are going to drastically change, and our expenses are going to skyrocket (I feel).  So, I think the xBox is a great gift, because when he needs a break from the crying baby, or just to get away, he will have that option in the basement.   Plus, I opened one of those stupid Amazon credit cards and got $70 off.  So that was my justification.  I’ve also started to cut my spending.  I bought Suave conditioner for my hair yesterday.  This will for sure make me sound like a snob, but I would only use Moroccan Oil shampoo and conditioner before.  It smells amazing and does amazing things to my hair, but was a whopping $60 per bottle (but they were those giant pump bottles).

In other news, my boss has accepted a job in another City.  This has been a somewhat rough and unexpected change for me.  I’m trying to embrace it, but I just don’t trust the fools who are going to be conducting the interviews and going through the resumes.  They have no clue what goes on in my Department – they are so disconnected from it all.  So, this might just be my motivation to get kicking and start job hunting.  Something closer to home would be ideal.  Something with the work from home option would be more ideal.

Oh, and I hate fucking contractors who continuously call and leave no voicemails.  I am by myself in the office, so if I am helping someone else, you are the very lowest priority for me.  Patience is a virtue, assholes.

Sad Realization + Ultrasound Photo

So the other day, I got home and grabbed the mail while my chili and velveeta dip was heating (this is a new craving for me).

I find a pretty little Anthropologie catalog amongst the election day propaganda.  Immediately, I threw everything else to the side.  Grabbed my chili cheese dip and tortilla chips and Dr. Pepper.   Started perusing the catalog.  You see, sometimes, Anthro catalogs can be hit or miss.  In this situation, I pretty much loved everything I saw.  And OF COURSE I would.  I’m 12 weeks pregnant.  Why wouldn’t I love everything I saw?

So I start figuring out what I can pull off being a near-future fatty.   Good thing I like a lot of their cardigans and vest sweaters.  They won’t be snug at all, and I would have a shirt underneath it.  Win win.

Mike gets home and I show him my shopping list.

He says, “Normally, I would tell you to buy whatever you like.  But this is pointless!  You won’t even be able to wear those cords because your legs will be bigger”….

Uhhh, what world is he living in that he can assume that my legs will be enlarged immediately?  I mean, sure, it is possible.  I don’t exercise at all anymore, and walking up the stairs more than once makes me want to vomit.  Maybe in my third trimester, food will actually be appetizing again and then I will be making up for lost time.  But in my world, I still get a full stomach really quickly.  I’m not going to start forcing food down my throat and make myself uncomfortable.  My doctor told me NOT to do that, and basically NOT to listen to any of the fools who bother me about my eating habits.

I still know that it doesn’t make sense to purchase a $200 pair of cords that I will likely only be able to wear for a month.  I hear that measurements change a bit after delivering a baby (ha!), so who knows.  I am still going to fight for those cardigans and boots, though!!  🙂

Oh, and something terrible that I have learned.  Whenever I eat something sweet, I end up with this TERRIBLE aftertaste!  I carry cinnamon gum with me everywhere now.

So, we finally told Mike’s sister last night.  And we will be telling more of his family members on Sunday.  Pretty excited for that.

I have another doctor appointment on Monday, November 17.  Hopefully, that will be an easier appointment than the first one.  Fingers crossed!

Ultrasound photo!

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