Well, it's fall premiere week on TV which means my life is pretty much consumed by taping and watching my fave shows. This is a week the hubs and I look forward to every year because there is always a show we are dying to continue wasting our lives watching. However, this year it seems he is more interested in football (lame) and less in mindless shows. I, on the other hand am more obsessed than ever. This could be because I am pregnant and therefore have very little else going on during the weekends (my previous "going out" days have come to a screeching hault, duh) or that I'm just a closet loser and the pregnancy hormones are bringing that out.
Either way, here are the shows I am currently obsessed with.
1. Up All Night. This one is amazing folks. It's about new parents and a cry baby (seriously) and I love it. They also use the "bleep" function a lot which I think is hilarious in itself. Possibly what Jamie and I will be like?
2. Sons of Anarchy. Motorcyle dudes at their best. Not to mention, the main character finally cut his hair and has transformed from a greasy goon into a fine piece of gangster candy.
3. Two and a Half Men. We will see if I continue the watch this one. Kutcher (current star) has taken the place of Sheen (former star turned giant lunatic) as a sex crazed, life flaunting, man whore. I see what they are trying to do here and I'm not sure I'm into it yet.
Finally, I have DVR'd The New Girl and The Middle for my breast feeding/maternity leave enjoyment. I also am currently in search of a way to have seasons three and four of 30 Rock at my disposal for hours of hilarity. Because what ELSE am I supposed to do while I'm at home doing these new mommy things? Take care of my nugget you say? Don't fret, she will be well taken care of...she'll just get a healthy dose of wonderful prime time sitcoms while we're at it.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Bump Picture #3
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| My belly at 27 weeks 1 day |
Also, don't judge the horrific outfit. I was about to go work on my fitness. Usually, only the gym rats get to see me in this fancy attire. Oh, in case you wondered, yes...there is a saying on the butt of these shorts. Try not to be jealous.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Our precious baby's name
First, if you don't already know, our little lady's name will be Fiona Kay Faidley. I know, I know don't fall out of your chair with excitement at the cuteness. We are child-naming geniuses.
However, when I go to input her name into my "smart" phone her first name is auto-corrected to "goons". Hmmm... The hubs is strangely obsessed with The Goonies (one of many fabulous 80's movies) so it's possible that the name is even MORE perfect now. He has even referred to me as "Sloth" on some occasions.
A cool new nickname? We shall see...maybe I'll start referring to her as Goons.
However, when I go to input her name into my "smart" phone her first name is auto-corrected to "goons". Hmmm... The hubs is strangely obsessed with The Goonies (one of many fabulous 80's movies) so it's possible that the name is even MORE perfect now. He has even referred to me as "Sloth" on some occasions.
A cool new nickname? We shall see...maybe I'll start referring to her as Goons.
My first official craving...
Well, many people have asked about what cravings I've had so far and until recently I have not had an answer. Food aversions? Sure. I used to be a vegetable nut and now I somehow cannot handle the "smell" of a carrot. That's right, carrots have a smell. Who knew.
So, I have wanted certain foods of course but nothing out of the ordinary from my normal diet.
Insert this weekend. I bought some salted peanuts after my little GD scare last week in hopes that I would have some sort of snack readily available that would not consist of 100% sugar. Until Sunday they went unopened. But then something happened. I had some for breakfast (don't ask) and suddenly I couldn't stop thinking about them. Now, keep in mind I prefer these mixed with some sort of chocolate (m&ms, chocolate chips, whatever) but still. I am not usually a peanut lover. In fact, I barely even like peanut butter. This is probably the first time I've voluntarily eaten a peanut.
So there you have it. I have a craving. We will see how long it lasts. I think I'm going to switch to unsalted after today. See how that treats me.
I'm sure this is probably the most interesting thing you've read in a long time. Wink, wink.
In other news, I'm officially in my THIRD TRIMESTER! Look out folks, the Faidley kid will be gracing us with her presence in less than three months!
So, I have wanted certain foods of course but nothing out of the ordinary from my normal diet.
Insert this weekend. I bought some salted peanuts after my little GD scare last week in hopes that I would have some sort of snack readily available that would not consist of 100% sugar. Until Sunday they went unopened. But then something happened. I had some for breakfast (don't ask) and suddenly I couldn't stop thinking about them. Now, keep in mind I prefer these mixed with some sort of chocolate (m&ms, chocolate chips, whatever) but still. I am not usually a peanut lover. In fact, I barely even like peanut butter. This is probably the first time I've voluntarily eaten a peanut.
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| My yummy Monday snack. Check out that salt friends. |
So there you have it. I have a craving. We will see how long it lasts. I think I'm going to switch to unsalted after today. See how that treats me.
I'm sure this is probably the most interesting thing you've read in a long time. Wink, wink.
In other news, I'm officially in my THIRD TRIMESTER! Look out folks, the Faidley kid will be gracing us with her presence in less than three months!
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Pizza and Frostys and Carbs, oh my!
I PASSED THE NO GOOD, AWFUL 3 HOUR BLOOD TEST!
Yep, after all that crazy prep and failure, I went on to get a call from my doctor yesterday afternoon that "everything looks normal". Well, that's a GIANT relief. I'm sure my doc thinks I'm a total crazy person since I almost cried in celebration on the phone with her. Oh well, I PASSED!
So, I know I said I'd blog throughout and I tried people, I did. However, I could not gain access to the Mercy Hospital wireless and to be honest I pretty much had to focus on not vomiting my brains out for the entire thing (Although, we will be trying to figure out that wireless thing before birth because otherwise I'm sure Jamie will go absolutely batty).
Here is a run down of the whole (terrible) experience.
7am: I walk into Mercy and get lost trying to find the area I'm supposed to be in. A patient practically yells at me while I'm on the phone trying to find directions.
7:15am: I check in, sit down and pray.
7:30am: A (very nice) nurse takes my "fasting" blood sample, asks if I fasted for the one the day before and says, "I bet that's why you failed it the first time". She then gives me double the orange gunk from the day before to down and stares at me while I take it down like a giant shot. I tell her I got sick yesterday and she tells me that if I puke today I have to come back tomorrow and start all over.
7:45am: While sitting in the waiting room, I start to feel ill. I move to another location to put my feet up on an end table and get scowled at by a nurse that walks by. I get the feeling they don't like me here.
8:15am: I'm in full out sick mode. I have my head down (trying to get it between my legs), I'm sweating and I'm eying the trash can like a war opponent. I will not give up.
8:35am: Another blood draw. The nurse is all smiles, which I appreciate. Maybe I won't die in here.
9:15am: I open my eyes and think I might be feeling better, so I take this moment to take a photo of my battle wounds as well as my pale, sick face. I look like poo because that's how I feel.
9:35am: Another blood draw.
10:35am: The last blood draw was done by a "trainee" who was very nice but had to stick me 2x. By this time I don't even care but keep in mind I was stuck 5x in three hours...AHHHHhh....I'm done and I get out of there as fast as humanly possible to go get some sort of "protein loaded snack" that they recommend.
At this point I'm still feeling sick but I'm at least able to go home, eat something and get to work before my day is over. My doctor called at about 2:30pm to tell me the good news. So, how did I celebrate? Jamie and I went to Blue Moon and I devoured a chicken sandwich. Sounds healthy and non-celebrational you say? Well, I had cinnamon crunch cereal this morning and it was glorious. I also need to admit that I just had pizza for lunch. Ahhh... a life without regrets.
Moral of the story? If you are a prospective mother, I'd recommend asking your doc if you need to fast the first time. I didn't ask my OB a single question before the test, which was probably not a good plan. No, it wasn't the end of the world and I survived (and so will you) and I was fully prepared to accept either result (also not the end of the world). However, next time around I will probably schedule my first test early and fast so I can have a better chance of passing the first time. The three hour gig was just not fun and my arms currently make me look like a drug addict.
Happy eating!
Yep, after all that crazy prep and failure, I went on to get a call from my doctor yesterday afternoon that "everything looks normal". Well, that's a GIANT relief. I'm sure my doc thinks I'm a total crazy person since I almost cried in celebration on the phone with her. Oh well, I PASSED!
So, I know I said I'd blog throughout and I tried people, I did. However, I could not gain access to the Mercy Hospital wireless and to be honest I pretty much had to focus on not vomiting my brains out for the entire thing (Although, we will be trying to figure out that wireless thing before birth because otherwise I'm sure Jamie will go absolutely batty).
Here is a run down of the whole (terrible) experience.
7am: I walk into Mercy and get lost trying to find the area I'm supposed to be in. A patient practically yells at me while I'm on the phone trying to find directions.
7:15am: I check in, sit down and pray.
7:30am: A (very nice) nurse takes my "fasting" blood sample, asks if I fasted for the one the day before and says, "I bet that's why you failed it the first time". She then gives me double the orange gunk from the day before to down and stares at me while I take it down like a giant shot. I tell her I got sick yesterday and she tells me that if I puke today I have to come back tomorrow and start all over.
7:45am: While sitting in the waiting room, I start to feel ill. I move to another location to put my feet up on an end table and get scowled at by a nurse that walks by. I get the feeling they don't like me here.
8:15am: I'm in full out sick mode. I have my head down (trying to get it between my legs), I'm sweating and I'm eying the trash can like a war opponent. I will not give up.
8:35am: Another blood draw. The nurse is all smiles, which I appreciate. Maybe I won't die in here.
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| At this point I'm actually hopeful. |
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| I really tried to make a "thumbs down" sign here. |
9:35am: Another blood draw.
10:35am: The last blood draw was done by a "trainee" who was very nice but had to stick me 2x. By this time I don't even care but keep in mind I was stuck 5x in three hours...AHHHHhh....I'm done and I get out of there as fast as humanly possible to go get some sort of "protein loaded snack" that they recommend.
At this point I'm still feeling sick but I'm at least able to go home, eat something and get to work before my day is over. My doctor called at about 2:30pm to tell me the good news. So, how did I celebrate? Jamie and I went to Blue Moon and I devoured a chicken sandwich. Sounds healthy and non-celebrational you say? Well, I had cinnamon crunch cereal this morning and it was glorious. I also need to admit that I just had pizza for lunch. Ahhh... a life without regrets.
Moral of the story? If you are a prospective mother, I'd recommend asking your doc if you need to fast the first time. I didn't ask my OB a single question before the test, which was probably not a good plan. No, it wasn't the end of the world and I survived (and so will you) and I was fully prepared to accept either result (also not the end of the world). However, next time around I will probably schedule my first test early and fast so I can have a better chance of passing the first time. The three hour gig was just not fun and my arms currently make me look like a drug addict.
Happy eating!
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Gestational Diabetes = Goodbye Wonderful Life
Ahh...the big day is here friends. I got up this morning and after an excruciating day of eating nothing but protein yesterday (for the most part) I was ready to eat a "sensible" breakfast and be on my way to conquer my glucose test. As a reminder, this is when they make me drink gross orange liquid, test my blood and tell me if I am at risk for gestational diabetes or not.
Luckily, I have the best husband in the world who got up early and made me a wonderful "sensible" breakfast that got me to stay away from my usual sugary cereal (which I adore).
Yes, he is a keeper. It was like heaven in my mouth and I love him even more for it (hint, hint).
So I didn't eat after this and in the afternoon I went to the doc with a pretty optimistic view on this whole test. After it being my main fear since about week 2 of knowing I was preggo I had been reassured by friends, family, nurses, doctors, etc. that there was almost no chance I'd fail this test.
Well I showed those biotches. I went right in there and failed, yes I did.
Basically my numbers were high in the results, which means I have to go to the hospital tomorrow for a three hour test at which they will test my blood four times. I don't mean a finger prick. I mean legit blood testing. Which means I'll probably vomit and/or pass out. Anyhow, if I pass this one I'm all clear but if I don't then I have to start treatment for gestational diabetes.
I will be honest and tell you that I did not do well after this first test. After getting to my car, I was feeling a little sick and light headed so I stayed put for about 5 minutes before driving home for a bite to eat (since I'm assuming I was just hungry...?) then I proceeded to feel sick and pretty much dry heaved and even puked a little bit while driving home. It was pretty awesome [insert sarcasm].
All is now well and I am feeling better after I went home, ate a little bit and cried like a baby about the "failed" test result.
I have decided that I am going to assume I have gestational diabetes (that way my hopes are not high and if I get it I won't go through the same amount of disappointment as I did today). Apparently any preggo can get this glorious title. No weight, amount of working out, eating well or ANYTHING can stop it from getting a hold of your body. Which is good because I have not put on a lot of weight during this pregnancy and have been working out pretty consistently (although, I'll admit to loving sugar). So this failure pretty much made me feel awful.
But, now that I am in a slightly better mood about it all I will tell you a few good things I think might come of this (should I fail the next one and be officially diagnosed).
1. This might make me eat seriously healthy for the rest of my pregnancy, thus making me not gain very much more weight which will only mean it will be easier for me to take the weight off.
2. Maybe the healthy eating habits of the "treatment" will follow me after pregnancy and I'll soon have the body of a lean, mean supermodel machine.
3. I will continue to have a healthy, happy pregnancy.
But, If I DON'T have it I can go straight to Wendy's and buy myself a chocolate frosty in celebration of my continued sugary ways...
So, tomorrow is another big day. I will be at the hospital super early and will be blogging throughout so you can all experience the glory that is my pregnancy!
Eat something sugary for me.
Yours Truly,
The admitted frosty-aholic
Luckily, I have the best husband in the world who got up early and made me a wonderful "sensible" breakfast that got me to stay away from my usual sugary cereal (which I adore).
So I didn't eat after this and in the afternoon I went to the doc with a pretty optimistic view on this whole test. After it being my main fear since about week 2 of knowing I was preggo I had been reassured by friends, family, nurses, doctors, etc. that there was almost no chance I'd fail this test.
Well I showed those biotches. I went right in there and failed, yes I did.
Basically my numbers were high in the results, which means I have to go to the hospital tomorrow for a three hour test at which they will test my blood four times. I don't mean a finger prick. I mean legit blood testing. Which means I'll probably vomit and/or pass out. Anyhow, if I pass this one I'm all clear but if I don't then I have to start treatment for gestational diabetes.
I will be honest and tell you that I did not do well after this first test. After getting to my car, I was feeling a little sick and light headed so I stayed put for about 5 minutes before driving home for a bite to eat (since I'm assuming I was just hungry...?) then I proceeded to feel sick and pretty much dry heaved and even puked a little bit while driving home. It was pretty awesome [insert sarcasm].
All is now well and I am feeling better after I went home, ate a little bit and cried like a baby about the "failed" test result.
I have decided that I am going to assume I have gestational diabetes (that way my hopes are not high and if I get it I won't go through the same amount of disappointment as I did today). Apparently any preggo can get this glorious title. No weight, amount of working out, eating well or ANYTHING can stop it from getting a hold of your body. Which is good because I have not put on a lot of weight during this pregnancy and have been working out pretty consistently (although, I'll admit to loving sugar). So this failure pretty much made me feel awful.
But, now that I am in a slightly better mood about it all I will tell you a few good things I think might come of this (should I fail the next one and be officially diagnosed).
1. This might make me eat seriously healthy for the rest of my pregnancy, thus making me not gain very much more weight which will only mean it will be easier for me to take the weight off.
2. Maybe the healthy eating habits of the "treatment" will follow me after pregnancy and I'll soon have the body of a lean, mean supermodel machine.
3. I will continue to have a healthy, happy pregnancy.
But, If I DON'T have it I can go straight to Wendy's and buy myself a chocolate frosty in celebration of my continued sugary ways...
So, tomorrow is another big day. I will be at the hospital super early and will be blogging throughout so you can all experience the glory that is my pregnancy!
Eat something sugary for me.
Yours Truly,
The admitted frosty-aholic
Thursday, September 8, 2011
99 days!
Today is a milestone (in my book). I officially have only 99 more days until the BIG DUE DATE. I am that much closer to holding my little nugget! It may not sound like a big deal to those of you who haven't counted down anything longer than a few months or weeks, but to me (and hopefully to the hubs) this is a BIG DEAL.
In other news, I am somehow still feeling pretty great. I have days where I am tired and a little awkward (tying my shoes last night was somewhat of a struggle) but I expected all of that. I don't know why I deserve such a nice little pregnancy, but I'm grateful!
I have the big gestational diabetes test next Tuesday and I'm a little worried about it. Basically, this just means that they make you drink a disgusting orange drink and measure the sugar in your blood. If you know me, you know I'm a sugar lover. So clearly I'm thinking I'm in for it with this test. Time will tell. Until then...keep your baked goods and sugary candies away from me!
In other news, I am somehow still feeling pretty great. I have days where I am tired and a little awkward (tying my shoes last night was somewhat of a struggle) but I expected all of that. I don't know why I deserve such a nice little pregnancy, but I'm grateful!
I have the big gestational diabetes test next Tuesday and I'm a little worried about it. Basically, this just means that they make you drink a disgusting orange drink and measure the sugar in your blood. If you know me, you know I'm a sugar lover. So clearly I'm thinking I'm in for it with this test. Time will tell. Until then...keep your baked goods and sugary candies away from me!
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Registry Fun
Hello! I apologize for my brief hiatus on the blog front. I have had some stuff going on...like getting ready for a baby. No biggie, right?! Ha...
So I said I would recount our wonderful baby registry outings and I am here to do that today. To start I will say it was definitely more fun for me than it was for Jamie. Somehow he did not find pondering over various bottle types/bouncer seats/swaddle blankets quite as fun as I did. I, on the other hand, imagined our little one in each and every item that we chose, and had to feel and test everything to make sure I thought it was up to par.
Our first outing was to Pottery Barn for Kids. This was actually in search of nursery furniture which we have since bought...and not from there (sorry PBK, you're just expensive...and the hubs doesn't like your lack of "sturdy" furniture). So, while there we were suckered into registering so that we could get the tiny, little discount (she didn't really have to sucker me...I love that place like candy). As I tested out the registering gun with salesgirl #1 (I forgot her name...), I looked over her shoulder to see Jamie clearly absorbed with a finger puppet book. I mean, eyebrows knitted, wiggling the finger puppet like crazy-obviously sold. It was maybe the cutest thing I'd ever seen. But we had not yet made it to the other side of the store where an even more hilarious/cute thing would happen. I will just say that at one point I turned around to this:
Obviously a chick magnet.
Yes folks, Jamie loves the board books. I can only hope our child loves them as much as he does.
Our next outing was to Babies R Us which was where we registered for our "essentials". I had obviously loaded up on research and came armed with a giant list of the best products-most of which our store doesn't carry. Good to know they are right on top of things.
Anyhow, as we wondered through aisle after aisle I feel like we did a pretty good job of finding things that were perfect for our needs. It's a gigantic place. I'll admit Jamie wondered off at one point and came back with a sly little grin on his face. He could barely wait to tell me that he registered us for some things he thought we "needed". I won't tell you what item it was, but it's still on the registry list because it's actually pretty hilarious...and ridiculous all at the same time. He also felt we needed 2 of these, which I knocked down to one after we got home. You will know the item when you see it. It's got Jamie written all over it.
Well, it's been real readers. Hope this catches you up at least a little bit. I will leave you with just one more registry photo in which I look certifiably insane while holding something seriously disgusting...but don't worry...it's on our list:)
So I said I would recount our wonderful baby registry outings and I am here to do that today. To start I will say it was definitely more fun for me than it was for Jamie. Somehow he did not find pondering over various bottle types/bouncer seats/swaddle blankets quite as fun as I did. I, on the other hand, imagined our little one in each and every item that we chose, and had to feel and test everything to make sure I thought it was up to par.
Our first outing was to Pottery Barn for Kids. This was actually in search of nursery furniture which we have since bought...and not from there (sorry PBK, you're just expensive...and the hubs doesn't like your lack of "sturdy" furniture). So, while there we were suckered into registering so that we could get the tiny, little discount (she didn't really have to sucker me...I love that place like candy). As I tested out the registering gun with salesgirl #1 (I forgot her name...), I looked over her shoulder to see Jamie clearly absorbed with a finger puppet book. I mean, eyebrows knitted, wiggling the finger puppet like crazy-obviously sold. It was maybe the cutest thing I'd ever seen. But we had not yet made it to the other side of the store where an even more hilarious/cute thing would happen. I will just say that at one point I turned around to this:
Yes folks, Jamie loves the board books. I can only hope our child loves them as much as he does.
Our next outing was to Babies R Us which was where we registered for our "essentials". I had obviously loaded up on research and came armed with a giant list of the best products-most of which our store doesn't carry. Good to know they are right on top of things.
Anyhow, as we wondered through aisle after aisle I feel like we did a pretty good job of finding things that were perfect for our needs. It's a gigantic place. I'll admit Jamie wondered off at one point and came back with a sly little grin on his face. He could barely wait to tell me that he registered us for some things he thought we "needed". I won't tell you what item it was, but it's still on the registry list because it's actually pretty hilarious...and ridiculous all at the same time. He also felt we needed 2 of these, which I knocked down to one after we got home. You will know the item when you see it. It's got Jamie written all over it.
Well, it's been real readers. Hope this catches you up at least a little bit. I will leave you with just one more registry photo in which I look certifiably insane while holding something seriously disgusting...but don't worry...it's on our list:)
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