New Doctor, New Outlook

Ray and I went to see a new doctor today...hooray! She was so wonderful and everything I hoped my OB would be. After one visit, I feel so much more confident about the current health and future of my pregnancy. It is a WONDERFUL new day indeed!

I am so thankful for my husband that supported and encouraged me to look for a new doctor. I am so thankful for the instructor at our Best Beginnings pregnancy class who provided an EXCELLENT recommendation. And I am so thankful for my new OB and all the staff at the office, who treated me and Ray like people who matter and have valid questions and worries, despite the fact we may have been 20 minutes late.

I'm so excited for the coming months...look out Beanie...you will be here before we know it!

And for a little teaser...the future baby bump brought to you by the crazy tester pillows in the dressing room at Destination Maternity in Bellevue. So much fun! I can't believe I will get that big!

Garbage Island

I spent some time today watching these documentary videos on the garbage island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. It seems its a misconception that is actually tons of trash gathered in one area, floating around. Instead, its degraded plastic molecules that change the chemical make up of the ocean water so much so that is kills life. They have found samples that are 1000s of plastic molecules to one plankton. Ocean water that is thousands of miles away from land and people. How gross is that.

So now I've decided to try to stop buy plastic whenever possible. I know that in our culture and our modern world it is IMPOSSIBLE to not use plastic. And I know that I can't fix the problem. But I can sleep at night knowing that I prevented a little and I am in control of my intake and output. That's the best I can do. That's the best any of us can do.

If you want to watch the videos too, go to: www.vbs.tv/garbageisland

Week 16 Bump-a-roo

I've been feeling pretty silly lately about a lot of things. I keep worrying that I'm not progressing as I should be in the pregnancy...that my baby bump isn't showing yet...that my "morning sickness" hasn't disappeared yet...that I'm still absolutely exhausted after a full 8 hours of work...that I still fit into my regular pants without need to elastic stretch...etc.

Well its time to break the cycle of feeling silly. I figure the best way to start is to share with the world my version of my baby bump. I may not look much different than I looked in early December, yet my body has been through so many changes in these past 2 months. And, damnit, that's just what my belly looks like at week 16.


This one is for you, baby. I love you.

Hello, my name is Pregnant.

Yup. There it is I've said it. Hey all and welcome. I'm super pregnant and this is where I get to talk about it.

Insanity has sunk in...we went to Babies 'r Us yesterday. It was ridiculous; its full of all these silly things that we all "need" for our babies.

A while back Ray told me that I was 96.5% endearing; that out of all the characteristics a person is made of, I'm predominately endearing. The other 3.5% of me is made up of all the other characteristics that everyone else has. How sweet. But I think I'm losing my endearing qualities. Misha just told me I'm only 91.7%; thats quite a bit lower. It's true though...I'm a wreck. Those changed 4.8% are probably newly developed shrew.

So now I'm 91.7% endearing, 4.8% shrew, and 3.5% everything else. Lame.

The Waiting Game

All this time between doctor's appointments really makes me nervous. The truth is I have no idea how Beanie is doing...all I know is how I am doing...which isn't so hot, better, but still not normal. So I find myself counting down the weeks/days/hours until we get to go back to the doctor to make sure this little creature is doing okay. I so desperately hope it's doing okay.

I started nesting. I'm pretty sure Ray thinks I'm crazy. I know it's early but I don't know how else to express my excitement at the moment. So I'm working on reorganizing and removing stuff/crap/waste-of-space items from our home, aka I'm 5S-ing.

Now if only I could get the dogs to stop decorating the house with decapitated toy stuffing.