...when you cry over the Ironside Daleks.
... when Criminal Minds reduces you to a crying lump, but you keep watching anyway.
... when every third thing out of your mouth involves progenation.
... when you go out and find the exact RGB hue for the TARDIS so you can get the right color envelopes for your shower invites.
... when you cry when you realize that there aren't ways to buy specifically colored envelopes without spending a gazillion dollars.
... when you set a record at the local IHOP because you inhaled a waffle in under two minutes.
... when you spend all day worrying because the baby is being lazy, you've been crampy and then he punches you hard enough to make your stomach bounce. And then worry more.
Friday, April 27, 2012
You know you're pregnant...
Sunday, April 22, 2012
It's a boy!
We went to our big anatomy scan on thursday, and were given the EPIC news that we've got TARDIS blue in our future! Our little guy was a squirmy thing and gave the poor tech a difficult time getting the measurements that she needed. We eventually got everything-- we're still going to be going back in 5ish weeks to check heart and spine, because of my genetic problems.
The only shot he readily gave us was the one of his goods. The scene went like this:
Tech: -putting gel onto my stomach- So, do you know what you're having and do you want to know if you don't?
Us: Yes, yes. We want to know.
Tech: Okay. It might take a little bit to find out, sometimes the baby can be facing the wrong way or not cooperating. Just to forewarn and all.
Me: Okay. (I was prepared for this, since he slept through his first u/s)
Tech: -touches the wand down and immediately gets a splayed-legged picture of our son, junk to the monitor- Wow, um, it's a boy!
Robby: OhmygoshitsaboyImadeaboy
Me: -wide eyed- THAT'S a penis. Wow. Holy... wow, yeah. He's a boy.
Tech: -laughing- He's got really big 'stuff', too.
Me: Haha, honey, he takes after you!
And that was the story of how we found out that we're having a son.
We've already settled on a name (sort of). It may change later, and if we find one that feels like it fits better it may change. But for now, his name is Elijah. I've already been delighting in calling him Eli. <3 We're bouncing around on middle names, but the leader now is Liam. We're also considering Storm, since we've called him Stormageddon for so long.
The only shot he readily gave us was the one of his goods. The scene went like this:
Tech: -putting gel onto my stomach- So, do you know what you're having and do you want to know if you don't?
Us: Yes, yes. We want to know.
Tech: Okay. It might take a little bit to find out, sometimes the baby can be facing the wrong way or not cooperating. Just to forewarn and all.
Me: Okay. (I was prepared for this, since he slept through his first u/s)
Tech: -touches the wand down and immediately gets a splayed-legged picture of our son, junk to the monitor- Wow, um, it's a boy!
Robby: OhmygoshitsaboyImadeaboy
Me: -wide eyed- THAT'S a penis. Wow. Holy... wow, yeah. He's a boy.
Tech: -laughing- He's got really big 'stuff', too.
Me: Haha, honey, he takes after you!
And that was the story of how we found out that we're having a son.
We've already settled on a name (sort of). It may change later, and if we find one that feels like it fits better it may change. But for now, his name is Elijah. I've already been delighting in calling him Eli. <3 We're bouncing around on middle names, but the leader now is Liam. We're also considering Storm, since we've called him Stormageddon for so long.
Wishlist
I'm one of those awesome moms-to-be that thinks handed down items are amazing. I know that a lot of things that are coming for this little one are going to be 'pre-loved'. So, for my own benefit (and anyone who might need a list), I'm going to be starting a list of those goofy things that I want, as opposed to need. The silly onesies, goofy toys, things like that. I'll be updating it periodically.
http://www.thinkgeek.com/geek-kids/bbae/
http://www.punkbabyclothes.net/shop/product_info.php?cPath=21_125_42&products_id=6916
http://www.punkbabyclothes.net/shop/product_info.php?cPath=21_125_42&products_id=10360
http://www.punkbabyclothes.net/shop/product_info.php?cPath=21_125_42&products_id=10124
http://www.punkbabyclothes.net/shop/product_info.php?cPath=21_125_42&products_id=10123
http://www.thinkgeek.com/geek-kids/bbae/
http://www.punkbabyclothes.net/shop/product_info.php?cPath=21_125_42&products_id=6916
http://www.punkbabyclothes.net/shop/product_info.php?cPath=21_125_42&products_id=10360
http://www.punkbabyclothes.net/shop/product_info.php?cPath=21_125_42&products_id=10124
http://www.punkbabyclothes.net/shop/product_info.php?cPath=21_125_42&products_id=10123
Monday, April 16, 2012
ACT nurse visit + movement!
Today was my first visit from the ACT nurse. I'm part of a program that offers free visits from a nurse, in your home during your pregnancy and for (about) two years after your baby is born. They help teach you all the things you need to know, from pregnancy through breastfeeding and then some. I had been part of NFP, which was essentially the lower-level version of the ACT program. They decided to bump me up to the higher, more "qualified to deal with high-risk patients" nurses-- and to be honest, I'm glad they did.
The first lady who visited me from NFP was, in short, awful. She made me feel like everything I do was wrong. Take medication? Wrong. Be open about my past? Scooted to the other end of the couch. We weren't a very good match, to be completely honest.
Jeanette, the new worker who's visiting me, is absolutely amazing. She's managed to make me feel comfortable with pretty much everything. The medication I have to take? Good job, you're thinking about your health! You did XYZ? That's fine, were you safe about it? Overall, I had a great experience with her today.
And now, for something completely AWESOME:
I felt Stormageddon from the outside today! I had felt the little fish kicking in the same spot a few times, and so decided to put my hand on my belly to see if I could, possibly, feel him/her from the outside. The sprog did a full-on somersault and I felt it. It. Was. Amazing.
There isn't much else to update on today. Just anxiously awaiting Thursday, so I'll have a pronoun to use. : )
The first lady who visited me from NFP was, in short, awful. She made me feel like everything I do was wrong. Take medication? Wrong. Be open about my past? Scooted to the other end of the couch. We weren't a very good match, to be completely honest.
Jeanette, the new worker who's visiting me, is absolutely amazing. She's managed to make me feel comfortable with pretty much everything. The medication I have to take? Good job, you're thinking about your health! You did XYZ? That's fine, were you safe about it? Overall, I had a great experience with her today.
And now, for something completely AWESOME:
I felt Stormageddon from the outside today! I had felt the little fish kicking in the same spot a few times, and so decided to put my hand on my belly to see if I could, possibly, feel him/her from the outside. The sprog did a full-on somersault and I felt it. It. Was. Amazing.
There isn't much else to update on today. Just anxiously awaiting Thursday, so I'll have a pronoun to use. : )
Saturday, April 14, 2012
[PHOTO, NSFW] 17 weeks
This was taken on Easter Sunday this year, bright and early in the morning (for me and Stormageddon, at least) by the amazingly talented Eben Brooks (pronounced like 'Evan', but with a 'b'). He's a skilled musician and singer, and has written/preformed some of my all-time favorite filk out there. He also happens to be a photographer, a good friend of ours and an all-around Superhero of the working man. I highly recommend you take a look through his gallery!
As a bit of background on myself, I work as a nude model from time to time. It's very rewarding, great for my self-esteem and makes me happy. I can't wait to show my child these pictures someday so they can see the art they were a part of making even before they got here. : )
This is probably my favorite outtake from the shoot, though. Stormageddon wouldn't stop shoving its feet (or something) down into my hip, and I had paused to look down and question the baby on just why it was insisting on doing this, and Eben snapped this-
So, there are a few maternity pictures for you, for the day! : )
- Loki (and Stormageddon, who's kicking me again.)
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
The List
This is a list of things that I either never expected about being pregnant, that I never thought I'd do and of those fun little surprises that life seems to throw at you when you're carting around a growing Cylon.
This list will be updated as more things come to mind!
1) I never thought I'd be happy about buying a tube of sheep grease to put on my nipples. Ever. In fact, the thought of something even vaguely connected to something that comes off of grimy sheep was (and is) repulsive. But Lanolin is a lifesaver, and therefore is going on the pink bits.
2) How many people would be asking me if I was having "stomach troubles". No, I'm rubbing my stomach because my child is trying to wrench the ligaments away from my hips.
3) Or the "Wow, you've put on weight!". Now, this one isn't so bad for me-- putting on (and keeping on) weight is an accomplishment. But what surprises me is when this comes from strangers.
4) Just how amazing Woosh, G-Chan and Robby would end up being in the moments where I'm embarrassed by something that's just evacuated my body in the middle of the living room. Whether I've laughed and managed to pee myself, or barfed into a can, they do just the right thing. Which is, usually, to completely ignore the fact that I've spontaneously created a colorful mess.
5) Speaking of vomiting- which I've done plenty of over the years thanks to stomach problems - I never realized just how much I could horf up in a single day. I think that my record was something like four times an hour for half a day. Hyperemesis is MISERY.
6) How good it would taste when I scarfed down that first $1 burger from Micky D's after Stormageddon decided that I was going to be a vegetarian.
7) Or how happy I would be to remember there was such a thing as sushi with cooked fish.
8) How often I'd be stopping mid-sentence to glare at my belly and demand that my child "get their feet out of my damn bladder.", then pick up the sentence right where I'd paused. It's been a source of amusement for my friends and family, seeing what body part I'll be demanding the child get their feet/hands/butt out of next.
This list will be updated as more things come to mind!
1) I never thought I'd be happy about buying a tube of sheep grease to put on my nipples. Ever. In fact, the thought of something even vaguely connected to something that comes off of grimy sheep was (and is) repulsive. But Lanolin is a lifesaver, and therefore is going on the pink bits.
2) How many people would be asking me if I was having "stomach troubles". No, I'm rubbing my stomach because my child is trying to wrench the ligaments away from my hips.
3) Or the "Wow, you've put on weight!". Now, this one isn't so bad for me-- putting on (and keeping on) weight is an accomplishment. But what surprises me is when this comes from strangers.
4) Just how amazing Woosh, G-Chan and Robby would end up being in the moments where I'm embarrassed by something that's just evacuated my body in the middle of the living room. Whether I've laughed and managed to pee myself, or barfed into a can, they do just the right thing. Which is, usually, to completely ignore the fact that I've spontaneously created a colorful mess.
5) Speaking of vomiting- which I've done plenty of over the years thanks to stomach problems - I never realized just how much I could horf up in a single day. I think that my record was something like four times an hour for half a day. Hyperemesis is MISERY.
6) How good it would taste when I scarfed down that first $1 burger from Micky D's after Stormageddon decided that I was going to be a vegetarian.
7) Or how happy I would be to remember there was such a thing as sushi with cooked fish.
8) How often I'd be stopping mid-sentence to glare at my belly and demand that my child "get their feet out of my damn bladder.", then pick up the sentence right where I'd paused. It's been a source of amusement for my friends and family, seeing what body part I'll be demanding the child get their feet/hands/butt out of next.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Introductions All Around!
Hello Christopher, I'm Nero.
Actually, your name probably isn't Christopher. And mine is Loki-- but I thought displaying my geekiness as the first line of this new blog would be a fantastic way to say a little something about myself, without saying a damn thing about myself. Though belatedly, if you don't get the reference, all might be lost.
But nevermind that.
If you're here, then you probably already know the big news-- I'm incubating a symbiotic lifeform that likes to shove its feel into this one nerve, had me barfing for weeks and is (we hope) going to be making our lives hellish come this September. That's right, I'm pregnant.
As of writing this first entry, I've been cooking Stormageddon (we don't know if it's a boy or a girl yet, but it's decidedly a Dark Overlord) for 17 weeks and 4 days. It's been a roller-coaster 17 weeks and 4 days, filled with hyperemesis, worry, more worry and some unfortunate health troubles (aside from the hyperemesis) that have gotten more pronounced with baby-carrying. Overall, it's been worth it. I'd very likely do this all over again (don't you dare remind me I said this when I start going on about how I'm adopting next time unless you're being kicked from the inside, too), go through all the trouble and the pain and the worry-- and whatever's still on its way to bother me in the coming weeks, months and years to comes.
To tell you a little bit about myself and my family, we've got to get a few depressing things out of the way first. This isn't my first pregnancy. I had the misfortune to become unwillingly pregnant when I was 13, and ended up miscarrying the baby. Years later, after a happy and eventful year of marriage to my (amazing) husband, Robby, we lost our daughter Dahlia Rose. It took its toll on me, and still does. There isn't a day of this adventure that goes by where I'm not checking for quicksand or poison darts to suddenly spring out of the woodwork and tear me back down again. But I'm fighting to stay positive and think of the good things that have happened, how far Stormageddon and I have gotten so far and how much I love this little growing, kicking thing.
Now, to the happy! First and foremost, I'm a geek. So is my husband, so is our flatmate and her boyfriend (who doesn't live here, but is over often). I come from a background where I wasn't aware of the geek world (past Star Trek) until I was 12. From there on out, it was all table-top RPG's, LARPing and cosplaying. In fact, Anime Expo is partially to thank for my meeting Robby. All of it's still a big part of our lives-- my baby shower is going to be Doctor Who themed. And if this little one ends up being a girl? Her name will be River.
Though I do hope that she'll never kill The Doctor.
We have pets, about which there will undoubtedly be posts later. To be brief, my youngest furkid is Leannansidhe (or just Lea, because only one person I know can say her full name properly). Our oldest is Pandora's Ransom, or just 'Pan'. She's an uppity old lady who sleeps on bananas. Then there's Harley, our ferrety middle-child. Our flatmate, Woosh, has an adorably shy cat named Trouble Too who doesn't live up to her name at all.
My brain is starting to fizzle out (I keep thinking about food, and now I want something delicious and bread-like), so I'm going to wrap this up here for now. I hope that you'll all enjoy reading this blog and that my adventures in this pregnancy and raising this little one will be both helpful... and amusing.
Cheers,
Loki
Actually, your name probably isn't Christopher. And mine is Loki-- but I thought displaying my geekiness as the first line of this new blog would be a fantastic way to say a little something about myself, without saying a damn thing about myself. Though belatedly, if you don't get the reference, all might be lost.
But nevermind that.
If you're here, then you probably already know the big news-- I'm incubating a symbiotic lifeform that likes to shove its feel into this one nerve, had me barfing for weeks and is (we hope) going to be making our lives hellish come this September. That's right, I'm pregnant.
As of writing this first entry, I've been cooking Stormageddon (we don't know if it's a boy or a girl yet, but it's decidedly a Dark Overlord) for 17 weeks and 4 days. It's been a roller-coaster 17 weeks and 4 days, filled with hyperemesis, worry, more worry and some unfortunate health troubles (aside from the hyperemesis) that have gotten more pronounced with baby-carrying. Overall, it's been worth it. I'd very likely do this all over again (don't you dare remind me I said this when I start going on about how I'm adopting next time unless you're being kicked from the inside, too), go through all the trouble and the pain and the worry-- and whatever's still on its way to bother me in the coming weeks, months and years to comes.
To tell you a little bit about myself and my family, we've got to get a few depressing things out of the way first. This isn't my first pregnancy. I had the misfortune to become unwillingly pregnant when I was 13, and ended up miscarrying the baby. Years later, after a happy and eventful year of marriage to my (amazing) husband, Robby, we lost our daughter Dahlia Rose. It took its toll on me, and still does. There isn't a day of this adventure that goes by where I'm not checking for quicksand or poison darts to suddenly spring out of the woodwork and tear me back down again. But I'm fighting to stay positive and think of the good things that have happened, how far Stormageddon and I have gotten so far and how much I love this little growing, kicking thing.
Now, to the happy! First and foremost, I'm a geek. So is my husband, so is our flatmate and her boyfriend (who doesn't live here, but is over often). I come from a background where I wasn't aware of the geek world (past Star Trek) until I was 12. From there on out, it was all table-top RPG's, LARPing and cosplaying. In fact, Anime Expo is partially to thank for my meeting Robby. All of it's still a big part of our lives-- my baby shower is going to be Doctor Who themed. And if this little one ends up being a girl? Her name will be River.
Though I do hope that she'll never kill The Doctor.
We have pets, about which there will undoubtedly be posts later. To be brief, my youngest furkid is Leannansidhe (or just Lea, because only one person I know can say her full name properly). Our oldest is Pandora's Ransom, or just 'Pan'. She's an uppity old lady who sleeps on bananas. Then there's Harley, our ferrety middle-child. Our flatmate, Woosh, has an adorably shy cat named Trouble Too who doesn't live up to her name at all.
My brain is starting to fizzle out (I keep thinking about food, and now I want something delicious and bread-like), so I'm going to wrap this up here for now. I hope that you'll all enjoy reading this blog and that my adventures in this pregnancy and raising this little one will be both helpful... and amusing.
Cheers,
Loki
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