Saturday, January 26, 2013


First, have some pictures of Brisco.  Here he is, with his Mr. Bill (with the voicebox kindly REMOVED, thank you Wendy)
 Chasing Mr. Bill
 Growling at me even though he ran over to where I was sitting  :)
 Here's me, fifteen weeks and six days pregnant.  How can they tell the days?  How may I count the ways?  I don't know.

Here are the ten-week ultrasound pictures, as well:

That was when the baby was the size of something ridiculous, like a blueberry.  Now it's more like the size of my fist.  But not the size of Andy's fist.  Let's not get carried away.

Today we went and saw an apartment.  The sixth or so that we've seen, I think.  It was significantly smaller than the one we're in now, but also significantly cheaper.  We've got two more to see tomorrow.  One is an open house just down the street from where we are now (also pretty cheap), and the other is more expensive, but bigger and farther away.  We'll figure it out, and I'm not as stressed as I originally was about it, but that didn't stop me from having a zombie dream the other night.

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Pictures (lack thereof)

I keep trying to remember to get my PDF ultrasound pictures into another format so I can post them here.  It's probably easy, but I haven't tried to do it.  Soon.

I also keep trying to remember to have Andy take a picture of me.  You know, growing belly and all.  But by the time I get home, walk the dog, and make dinner, I'm usually already in my Big Boy sweatshirt (as Andy can attest) and don't feel much like modeling.

I should though.  I'm going to want a record of it.  After all, what kind of concrete proof of pregnancy could there possibly be?

We're looking for a new place to live because our current house is going on the market in the spring.  A realtor (who is coming to scope the place out this Sunday) mentioned that it's often easier to sell houses that have stable tenants because then the new owners have that built-in income.  So it might not be vital that we move.

But there's plenty we don't like about this place, so I've been diligently watching craigslist.  For one thing, if we stayed under a new owner, it would almost certainly get more expensive.

We saw a place yesterday that was particularly bad, though it wasn't a surprise due to the low price.  It was easy to pass on it, as the owner/downstairs tenant was incredibly unfriendly and a smoker.  Also one of the wood floors was painted black for some reason.

Today, I started some refried beans in the crockpot and we're going to have baked chimichangas for dinner. I have to stop by the farm on the way home from work and pick up the week's share.  Then Brisco would probably appreciate a walk.  Until his tender paws get cold and he starts limping.  He is a great dog, but a terrible Husky.

Pictures soon.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Immune System

You've probably heard how pregnant women need to be treated with kid gloves when it comes to illness.  You know, we're in the special group that can get flu shots when they're not widely available, that kind of thing.  I always knew that pregnant women's immune systems were not as good as the average person's, but I always assumed it was just due to the sheer number of other things going on in a woman's body.  Maybe resources were just spread too thin.

Nope.  It's so our bodies don't attack our invading babies.

Neat, huh?

I was going to upload our ultrasound pictures, but I'm having trouble figuring it out and I've only got a few minutes left at work, anyway.  So you'll just have to wait for those.  They're four weeks out of date already, so basically useless.  (But still cool!)

I'm feeling pretty good these days.  I've made it back to the gym a few times, which I avoided during the first trimester.  I kept walking the dog regularly, so I wasn't getting NO activity, but it's good to be doing a little more.  Still taking it pretty easy when I do work out.

Andy will no doubt want me to point out that I'm still falling asleep on the couch some (most) evenings, but at least now it's usually past 8 pm.

I should also point out that I'm wanting eggs over-easy like nobody's business.  That is, unfortunately, one to skip.  I'm going to the grocery store after work, and I'm sure I'll find something that's not on my list that I NEED.  That's when I add it to the list so it magically becomes OK to buy.

We're also continuing the process of apartment-hunting, which is draining.  Last weekend was full of visits, but since there's nothing on the agenda for this weekend, I'm kind of hoping it stays that way.  I would love to de-stress.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Pregnant Women are Smug

I'm pregnant, y'all!  13 weeks along now.  (And that's Martinelli's Sparkling Cider.)

We had an ultrasound at ten weeks, and we heard the heartbeat last week.  And then again a few days ago, when another expecting couple lent us their fetal doppler.  It was very Tom Cruise and the ultrasound machine-y.

I'll update more soon!  So excited!  :-D