Friday, April 27, 2012

Sprinkles is a...


(My friends have suggested that we change his nickname from "Sprinkles" to "Chips" for fear that he'll feel emasculated by the slightly girly moniker, but I think we're close to having an actual name picked out for the little guy, so Sprinkles he will remain until we decide.)

Our trip to the doctor was so wonderful this time.  Each time we go, I love hearing the heartbeat and seeing him move, but this time was different.  Pregnancy becomes a little more real each day as your belly gets bigger and you begin to feel little movements inside, but we took a huge leap yesterday when we heard the news.  Now we're not just having a baby; we're having a little boy.  He's our firstborn, our pride and joy, our little man, our precious gift.  Somehow I feel like I know him already.

Gonna have to stop there or start crying (again).  Here's the latest view of our handsome baby boy.

Head on the left, belly on the right.  Baby is facing up with the profile of his nose visible.  Probably sucking his thumb--little hand over his mouth in the background.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Jelly Belly

On Thursday, Jeffrey and I are slated to visit the doctor and find out whether our little one is a boy or a to make a wager?

Until then, I'll satisfy your curiosity about my pregnancy by showing you some pictures of my ever-expanding baby belly.

10 Weeks (Basically an homage/proof that "I used to be this skinny")

12 Weeks (Mostly just showing that scrubs make you look fat by putting a drawstring immediately over the thickest part of your middle)

14 Weeks (Still not much of a belly, but you can tell by my eyes and lack of hair styling that I'm clearly in the throes of the pregnancy exhaustion phase.  My apologies to the viewers.)

16 Weeks (I spy a little belly!  Still pretty easy to hide under scrubs, but NOT easy to squeeze into my normal jeans.  Even if I didn't button OR zip them.)

18 Weeks (Oh, baby!  There's definitely something in there--and I'm not just talking about the 1/2 gallon of mint chocolate chip ice cream I ate just prior to the picture.)

 The baby is big enough and strong enough now that I can feel it kicking me throughout the day.  Jeffrey can feel the kicks, too, if we both sit completely still for half and hour and concentrate on trying to feel it.  I've  assured him that in 10 more weeks he'll probably be able to watch little feet and hands jab me from across the room.

Coming soon to a theater near you--gender of baby Edwards!

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Bam Bam (Bam)

About 2 years ago, my dad got in a fender-bender car accident when a truck rear-ended his car.  No one in either car was hurt, and the accident was relatively minor, but my dad still likes to recount how he was hit "out of nowhere" and how the word "bam" sometimes triggers PTSD-like night terrors.  He even jokes that as his life was flashing before his eyes, the scenes were interrupted by the sight of all his loose change flying in slow motion up from its little cubby.

Well, we're one up on you, dad.  (Or two up, rather.)

A few weeks ago the baby/I wanted a drink from Sonic, so Jeffrey, being the obliging husband of a pregnant wife, drove me to get one.  As he responsibly and cautiously backed out of the ordering slot, and man came flying around the corner and hit the back of our car, not in one place, but three.  (Dad, it sounded like "Bam...bam...bam!")

While Jeffrey got out to start the insurance exchange and make sure the other driver was ok, I called the police to see if they would come to make a report. 

Side note:  I dialed 9-1-1 (because that's what my 1st grade teacher told me to do) intending to immediately say, "This is a non-emergency traffic accident--please transfer me to the police department" so that I wouldn't tie up the line, but clearly other people aren't doing this because I was put on hold.  On HOLD!  When I dialed 9-1-1.  Does anyone else see the problem with this?  Example: 

Caller:  [dials 911]
911:  [automated voice]  Thank you for calling emergency services.  We appreciate your call.
Caller:  Please help me!  Someone's trying to break into my house!
911:  Your call is important to us, please hold while we transfer you to the next available representative.
Caller:  Oh no!  They're inside the house!  Please hurry.  They're armed.
911: Your call is important to us, please hold while we transfer you to the next available representative.
Caller:  I hear them coming up the stairs...
911:  There are 12 callers in line ahead of you.  Thank you for your patience.
Caller:  They just broke into my room!
911:  Your call is important to us, please hold while we transfer you to the next available representative.

Anyway, once I finally got my turn to speak with a representative, the man told me that they don't send officers to private property for traffic accidents unless there are injuries. 

I got out of the car to tell Jeffrey and the other driver that the police wouldn't come, and the other driver said, "Yeah, on private property they won't come.  I already knew that."

Wow, dude--have traffic accidents much?  Might want slow it down.

12 simple calls to insurance companies, 1 estimate, and 2 trips to the garage later, the car's still broken (but the parts have been ordered and will be in any day now).

Here's the damage.  Please note that the car managed to hit us on three separate panels of our car--meaning that instead of just replacing the fender, we get to replace all three panels that were damaged.  Thanks, bro.  We appreciate you being thorough.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Hungry Hungry Hippo

We've always made fun of Jeffrey for how quickly he eats his food.  (It's as if he's never seen food before, or is involved in some Survivor-style TV show where the one who finishes first wins.)

Then we realized that our dog, Dixie, takes after her dad and eats exactly the same way.  When she eats she sounds like that old board game "Hungry, Hungry Hippos." 
But now, it appears that turnabout is fair play.  I realized that since I found out about this pregnancy, my eating habits have changed dramatically.  For example, here's an example of my breakfast and lunch pre-pregnancy:

Carnation instant breakfast (1 cup of milk with a powdered mix that supposedly has vitamins)
Peanut butter crackers

Here's what I packed for breakfast and lunch today:

Juice box
Protein bar
Peanut butter crackers
Goldfish crackers
Baby bell cheese
Dried cherries and blueberries with almonds
Ginger ale
Twix bar

(Yes, I always have to make sure the main food groups are represented:  Protein, fruit, vegetables, dairy, and candy bar.)

My lunch and breakfast are so big today that I had to consider leaving my wallet at home to make room.  But then what would I do if I got hungry and needed to buy something from the cafeteria?!?