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| 14 weeks |
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| 17 weeks, 3 days |
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| 20 weeks, 1 day |
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| 25 weeks |
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| 27 weeks, 2 days |
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| J's sister, Me and J's mom - thanks again!! |
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| Super fully loaded gift table! WOW! |
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| super yum! |
Friday, December 16, 2011
Holy twinkle lights, Batman! It is almost Christmas and I haven't posted in nearly 2 months. Life has not changed much in the Archer household. I continue to grow, as evidenced by this procession of pictures:
As I write this, I'm currently 27 weeks and 6 days pregnant ... it has been a long journey, and I'm glad to be in the last trimester. The 25 weeks picture was taken at my baby shower, which was hosted by my wonderful sister-in-law and mother-in-law.
I'm so thankful for everyone who was able to attend, and all the wonderful things we got for Amelia. She is a blessed little girl, and she isn't even here yet.
Check out these awesome cupcakes, made by Dawn of Cafe Biscotto - and they were low sugar (take that fetus diabetus WHAM POW).
I have to say it is the best baby shower I have ever been to, and it was mine (I might be biased)!! I'm looking forward to all the upcoming events - Christmas at home with the family, turning 30 (holy cow!), my Richmond baby shower, and most of all the birth of our little angel. Here's hoping she isn't such a chub that I can have a natural child birth!
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
It's A Girl!
After much ado, and little cooperation from our modest muffin at the ultrasound, I'm happy to announce we are having a baby girl! Everyone is thrilled, especially my mother, who has 2 grandsons and a third on the way. Amelia Rose (aka Mia, aka Princess Mia, aka Princess Squishy Face) will be coming to a family near you on or before March 10, 2012.
You are now saying to yourself, "You can't know when the baby is coming". You are wrong (I get sick pleasure from that, don't take it personally). Due to my fetus diabetus (more on that later), I will not be allowed to carry Mia past my due date. If she hasn't shown her lovely face by the 10th, she will effectively be evicted from my uterus. Speaking of her lovely face, here is a view.
Now, about the fetus diabetus. I continue to poke my finger with needles, eat every 2 - 3 hours, and take little pink pills (not to be confused with little blue pills), but I'm still experiencing some minor fluctuation. My doctor keeps telling me this is nothing to be stressed about and not to worry (which remains a challenge). I am also focusing on setting realistic expectations for myself and others (challenge #2), and trying to focus on my own needs instead of making everyone else a priority (challenge #3). So, all in all, October has been a super fun (ie: super challenging) month.
Bring on the stress of Thanksgiving and Christmas! If anyone wants to get me a kitchen fairy this year, it would make an excellent gift, or you could hypnotize my husband to pick up his socks! In all seriousness though, I am excited about the holidays, looking forward to time with family and buying presents, and I will try to squeeze in some time for myself as well (wish me luck).
You are now saying to yourself, "You can't know when the baby is coming". You are wrong (I get sick pleasure from that, don't take it personally). Due to my fetus diabetus (more on that later), I will not be allowed to carry Mia past my due date. If she hasn't shown her lovely face by the 10th, she will effectively be evicted from my uterus. Speaking of her lovely face, here is a view.
Now, about the fetus diabetus. I continue to poke my finger with needles, eat every 2 - 3 hours, and take little pink pills (not to be confused with little blue pills), but I'm still experiencing some minor fluctuation. My doctor keeps telling me this is nothing to be stressed about and not to worry (which remains a challenge). I am also focusing on setting realistic expectations for myself and others (challenge #2), and trying to focus on my own needs instead of making everyone else a priority (challenge #3). So, all in all, October has been a super fun (ie: super challenging) month.
Bring on the stress of Thanksgiving and Christmas! If anyone wants to get me a kitchen fairy this year, it would make an excellent gift, or you could hypnotize my husband to pick up his socks! In all seriousness though, I am excited about the holidays, looking forward to time with family and buying presents, and I will try to squeeze in some time for myself as well (wish me luck).
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Hormone Explosion
The emotional roller coaster brought on by pregnancy hormones made a few stops at our house today. I had a mini meltdown when I walked into the kitchen this morning and realized J had forgotten to take out the trash. Another mini meltdown emerged when my computer kept freezing up while I was trying to work. I finally lost it entirely when my husband called to tell me about his doctor's appointment (not really sure why that put me over the edge).
I decided to take an hour for lunch (instead of working through as always), straightened up the house, took a hot shower, and made myself some lunch. When I clocked back in, my 2pm meeting had been cancelled and our internal software had crashed. You might think this would send me spiraling out of control, but I was actually kind of thrilled. I'm taking a much needed afternoon off, that doesn't involve doctor's visits, chores, or anything at all really. I may regret this when I'm making up hours on Saturday, but for now I'm enjoying the peace and quiet of a clean house while I can.
Sometimes you just need to take a time out, and start the afternoon as though the morning never happened.
I decided to take an hour for lunch (instead of working through as always), straightened up the house, took a hot shower, and made myself some lunch. When I clocked back in, my 2pm meeting had been cancelled and our internal software had crashed. You might think this would send me spiraling out of control, but I was actually kind of thrilled. I'm taking a much needed afternoon off, that doesn't involve doctor's visits, chores, or anything at all really. I may regret this when I'm making up hours on Saturday, but for now I'm enjoying the peace and quiet of a clean house while I can.
Sometimes you just need to take a time out, and start the afternoon as though the morning never happened.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Small Victories
Today Fresh Market tested my will power with a delicious display of pumpkin pies and pumpkin chocolate chip pound cakes. They were so enticing, but given my minor fail at lunch (Olive Garden lies about their carb count in paninis) I thought it best not to give in to temptation. I managed to resist the tasty goodness, keep the grocery tab under budget, and avoid purchasing non-diabetic friendly snack foods. J should be pleased. As a reward, I bought myself a diet Dr Pepper. Say a little prayer that the aspartame doesn't trigger a migraine :)
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Epic Fail
I have PCOS (polycystic ovarian syndrome), which in a nutshell means my hormones are wonky, and I am at a higher risk for things like high blood pressure, multiples, and gestational diabetes. I have to take medicine to help stabilize my hormones and sugar levels, which helped me get pregnant.
Due to my PCOS, I elected to have an early glucose screening (at 15 weeks). I failed. I was stressed and devastated, but everyone told me not to worry. Apparently lots of people fail the 1 hour screening but pass the glucose tolerance test. At 16 weeks, I took the 3-hour glucose tolerance test (super yuck), and waited impatiently for the results.
I got the results today. EPIC FAIL. So I have the "fetus diabetus" at 17 weeks pregnant. Apparently my body is overachieving at failure - someone forgot to tell my blood glucose it isn't supposed to act up until about 24 weeks. I get to go see a nurse practitioner on Friday and learn all about the tasty things I can no longer eat or drink, as well as how to properly check my blood sugar ... 4 times a day (yay for needles! psych).
Failing at parenting before my child is born feels totally awesome, minus the feelings of total awesomeness.
Due to my PCOS, I elected to have an early glucose screening (at 15 weeks). I failed. I was stressed and devastated, but everyone told me not to worry. Apparently lots of people fail the 1 hour screening but pass the glucose tolerance test. At 16 weeks, I took the 3-hour glucose tolerance test (super yuck), and waited impatiently for the results.
I got the results today. EPIC FAIL. So I have the "fetus diabetus" at 17 weeks pregnant. Apparently my body is overachieving at failure - someone forgot to tell my blood glucose it isn't supposed to act up until about 24 weeks. I get to go see a nurse practitioner on Friday and learn all about the tasty things I can no longer eat or drink, as well as how to properly check my blood sugar ... 4 times a day (yay for needles! psych).
Failing at parenting before my child is born feels totally awesome, minus the feelings of total awesomeness.
Monday, October 3, 2011
Learning The Hard Way
The past few weeks has been all about learning life's little lessons - the hard way. I would love to say I'm the type of person who learns from the mistakes of others, but let's be honest - I'm the person others learn from.
The Friday before last it was pouring rain, and I didn't want to leave the house to get lunch. I decided to eat a can of ravioli (totally healthy and pregnancy friendly). I opened the can most of the way with my trusty can opener, and proceeded to dump the ravioli into a bowl. The lid stuck. Being the brilliant and sophisticated person that I am, I stuck my fingers into the can to pull back the lid (enter creative expletives here). Three hours, one ER visit, one tetanus shot and five stitches later, I learned not to use my fingers to pull back the lids of tin cans. That was the most expensive can of uneaten ravioli EVER.
On a related note - I had my stitches removed this weekend. I stopped at the drug store to pick up some band aids. I picked up the more expensive waterproof bandages, thinking that would be the wisest choice for my still-healing phalanges. I learned today that just because the package says "waterproof" does not mean that water cannot leak in through the top or bottom of the bandage, turning injured fingers into injured prunes. Note to self - buy the less expensive old-school band aids. You will have to change them just as often.
The Friday before last it was pouring rain, and I didn't want to leave the house to get lunch. I decided to eat a can of ravioli (totally healthy and pregnancy friendly). I opened the can most of the way with my trusty can opener, and proceeded to dump the ravioli into a bowl. The lid stuck. Being the brilliant and sophisticated person that I am, I stuck my fingers into the can to pull back the lid (enter creative expletives here). Three hours, one ER visit, one tetanus shot and five stitches later, I learned not to use my fingers to pull back the lids of tin cans. That was the most expensive can of uneaten ravioli EVER.
On a related note - I had my stitches removed this weekend. I stopped at the drug store to pick up some band aids. I picked up the more expensive waterproof bandages, thinking that would be the wisest choice for my still-healing phalanges. I learned today that just because the package says "waterproof" does not mean that water cannot leak in through the top or bottom of the bandage, turning injured fingers into injured prunes. Note to self - buy the less expensive old-school band aids. You will have to change them just as often.
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