A northern Kentucky woman believes she is the smallest woman who ever gave birth to such a large baby.
Stacey Herald, 33, gave birth five weeks ago to an 18-inch daughter who is not much smaller than her mother.
Check out this video from cnn.com. I love this mom's personality and attitude. When I'm feeling overwhelmed during my pregnancy, I'm going to try to remember to think of her.
http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/health/2008/02/29/wagner.big.baby.small.mom.wlwt
Friday, February 29, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Look What the Cat Dragged In!
Well look what the "Cat" (that's you baby) dragged in. I will start posting here regularly and try not to "POISON" this baby blog. I promise also to keep the pictures of the progress and my art coming. Sorry this post is so short but its time to go home! YAY!CrazyBee AKA Bill
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Eating for Two?
What the heck happened to my appetite, then?
I've been lucky to have (so far) avoided the dreaded morning sickness, but (in spite of that) my appetite has abandoned me in the last few days. This is just a tiny bit of a concern to me, because the doctor wasn't exactly thrilled that I had lost two pounds since becoming pregnant. At the beginning of my pregnancy, I had a crazy intense, could-not-be-sated appetite. In fact, I was really surprised that I had actually lost weight. I chalked it up to abstaining from alcohol and junk food.
Bill made it his personal goal to "fatten me up" (but without resorting to feeding me outright junk), and we've made progress. As of this morning, I have finally surpassed my pre-pregnancy weight by one pound. But starting yesterday, maybe Sunday, my appetite just sort of went into a coma. I've been eating well, but finding no pleasure in it. That's no fun!
I've been lucky to have (so far) avoided the dreaded morning sickness, but (in spite of that) my appetite has abandoned me in the last few days. This is just a tiny bit of a concern to me, because the doctor wasn't exactly thrilled that I had lost two pounds since becoming pregnant. At the beginning of my pregnancy, I had a crazy intense, could-not-be-sated appetite. In fact, I was really surprised that I had actually lost weight. I chalked it up to abstaining from alcohol and junk food.
Bill made it his personal goal to "fatten me up" (but without resorting to feeding me outright junk), and we've made progress. As of this morning, I have finally surpassed my pre-pregnancy weight by one pound. But starting yesterday, maybe Sunday, my appetite just sort of went into a coma. I've been eating well, but finding no pleasure in it. That's no fun!
Girl's Night In @ Cat's
On Saturday, I hosted a Girl's Night In, which is a tradition among my girlfriends that my friend Cheryl started a few years ago. When I began planning the party, I had no idea I would be pregnant by then. So with one of us pregnant, and another having recently given birth(four weeks ago), as you might imagine there was a whole lotta baby talk. This was really good for me, because I heard great stories, advice, warnings, and it also helped me get a bit of my baby obsession out of my system. Now I feel like I'm better able to focus on things other than the kogojira now - like work, for example.
New Stuff for Baby
The last thing I expected was to get some baby gear, but a few friends came bearing gifts.
Baby Mozart CD
Girlfriends' Guide
Thanks to everyone who came. I appreciated the food, the baby stuff, the well-wishes, and most of all the laughs!
New Stuff for Baby
The last thing I expected was to get some baby gear, but a few friends came bearing gifts.
Baby Mozart CD
Girlfriends' Guide
Thanks to everyone who came. I appreciated the food, the baby stuff, the well-wishes, and most of all the laughs!
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Kogojira
I received the image below in an email from Bill today, with the subject "In Cat's Belly."
If you're wondering what it is, that is a baby godzilla, which was Bill's pet name for me in about my second week of pregnancy because I was the most irritable he has probably ever seen me. Neither of us knew I was pregnant at the time, but I was Baby Godzilla!
Isn't it CUTE!? Awww. Maybe we should forget about bees, giraffes, and monkeys to concentrate instead on a Godzilla theme for the nursery. That would be pretty darn cool.
If you're wondering what it is, that is a baby godzilla, which was Bill's pet name for me in about my second week of pregnancy because I was the most irritable he has probably ever seen me. Neither of us knew I was pregnant at the time, but I was Baby Godzilla!
Isn't it CUTE!? Awww. Maybe we should forget about bees, giraffes, and monkeys to concentrate instead on a Godzilla theme for the nursery. That would be pretty darn cool.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
The Princess and the Pea
Once upon a time, not very long ago, I, the princess (everyone is treating me like one, after all), was struggling to button my jeans and muttering about how could the nearly microscopic being in my tummy already be forcing me into a larger pants size, especially since I haven't even gained any weight yet!
The prince in this fairy tale, Bill, who has definitely been reading "The Everything Father-to-Be" book I gave him, calmly explained that even though the embryo is only the size of a pea my body is changing to accommodate it. Then, for brownie points, he mentioned that the changes were beautiful. Awww!
I immediately thought of the fairy tale about the Princess and the Pea, because even though the embryo is tiny at this stage, its presence definitely doesn't escape my notice, particularly when I'm trying to sleep at night, since I wake for multiple bathroom trips from the little sweetpea's influence on my bladder. Such a tiny little thing is completely rearranging not only my womb, but my entire world. It's really amazing.
As a child, I always thought the Princess was quite whiny and a bit rude to complain about that pea. I understand better now that even the tiniest thing can indeed have a tremendous impact. The story could even be considered symbolic of early pregnancy considering the rain, the round green pea, the mattresses, the marriage, and so on. Hmmm.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
First Prenatal Visit
I had my first prenatal checkup today! Ooh!
Bill and I met at the doctor's office and waited for fifty minutes. I sat there scared to death that somehow I was going to find out that I was not pregnant - that I had made a mistake somehow. Of course, I know, and I knew, very well that I am pregnant. I have no period, no energy, no bras that fit, and no control over my emotions. Still, I was a bit worried, and looking forward to some medical reassurancem which the lovely Dr. R. provided. She came up with the same due date: October 13.
Then she really surprised us when she informed us that we would be doing an ultrasound today. I wasn't expecting that at all. She said she was completely justified doing it since I had lost two pounds and I have had some queasiness - insurance requires two "reasons" in order for doctors to be able to do an ultrasound at six weeks, apparently.
So I went to see a perky ultrasound tech named V., who treated me with all the patience, understanding, and kindness of a kindergarten teacher, which was completely appropriate and appreciated (if not a little amusing, too). She put a wonderful warm gel on my tummy, and we all looked at the screen to see the wee one, but we couldn't see squat! Those fears about not really being pregnant began to surface again as V. asked questions like "Are your periods usually regular?" "Have you had any cramping?" and so on.
Then she informed me that she would have to do the ultrasound vaginally in order to get a better look. We tried that, and at last we could see something: the yolk sac! Whee! Exciting! She informed us that ultrasound was putting the baby at 5 weeks 2 days instead of the 6 weeks 1 day that my cycle suggested. Sounds reasonable enough to me, I could have ovulated later than expected. Dr. R. decided not to change the due date, because there is only six day discrepancy, but I do have to get another ultrasound in two weeks (March 4) so we can see all the stuff we were hoping to see today, such as the heartbeat.
Bill and I left feeling pretty excited. I'm happy to know that nothing is amiss, the little critter has positioned itself inside my uterus. So far, so good. Looking forward to getting more good news on March 4. And to be honest with you, I'm looking forward to "getting fat" - because I can't wait until I'm past the first trimester.
Bill and I met at the doctor's office and waited for fifty minutes. I sat there scared to death that somehow I was going to find out that I was not pregnant - that I had made a mistake somehow. Of course, I know, and I knew, very well that I am pregnant. I have no period, no energy, no bras that fit, and no control over my emotions. Still, I was a bit worried, and looking forward to some medical reassurancem which the lovely Dr. R. provided. She came up with the same due date: October 13.
Then she really surprised us when she informed us that we would be doing an ultrasound today. I wasn't expecting that at all. She said she was completely justified doing it since I had lost two pounds and I have had some queasiness - insurance requires two "reasons" in order for doctors to be able to do an ultrasound at six weeks, apparently.
So I went to see a perky ultrasound tech named V., who treated me with all the patience, understanding, and kindness of a kindergarten teacher, which was completely appropriate and appreciated (if not a little amusing, too). She put a wonderful warm gel on my tummy, and we all looked at the screen to see the wee one, but we couldn't see squat! Those fears about not really being pregnant began to surface again as V. asked questions like "Are your periods usually regular?" "Have you had any cramping?" and so on.
Then she informed me that she would have to do the ultrasound vaginally in order to get a better look. We tried that, and at last we could see something: the yolk sac! Whee! Exciting! She informed us that ultrasound was putting the baby at 5 weeks 2 days instead of the 6 weeks 1 day that my cycle suggested. Sounds reasonable enough to me, I could have ovulated later than expected. Dr. R. decided not to change the due date, because there is only six day discrepancy, but I do have to get another ultrasound in two weeks (March 4) so we can see all the stuff we were hoping to see today, such as the heartbeat.
Bill and I left feeling pretty excited. I'm happy to know that nothing is amiss, the little critter has positioned itself inside my uterus. So far, so good. Looking forward to getting more good news on March 4. And to be honest with you, I'm looking forward to "getting fat" - because I can't wait until I'm past the first trimester.
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