And thus far one person has inquired about my pregnancy... hehe
I feel like I am causing rumours, but no one would dare ask me (except Heidi who caught me in the change room at the gym taking it off.)
I am feeling better about being pregnant. We're closer to breaking the secret and I am ready to stop hiding everything. I know its important in the first few months, but it seems like old news. I have know about little 'Zilla for 2 months. I don't want to keep it a secret anymore.
Tonight we're sharing the news with the Austmans, last night I told Solstice and she will spread the word to my brother and his family. Facebook still doesn't know, but I would like to keep it that way as long as possible. I like the looks distant friends give when they see me after months and I have a belly. hehe.
My Dad knows.... did I tell you? I told him on Sunday and he acted as most many do. He said very little, offered a quiet congratulations and changed the subject. My Dad isn't the type to jump up and down. I knew he was excited when he took a phone call and the first thing he said was 'My daughter is pregnant.' It was very sweet and I think he is looking forward to being a more hands on Grandparent. My brother and the kids don't get up to my Dad's nearly as often as he would like... they do live 5 hours away.
We also told our friends this past weekend... I slipped it into a conversation about pets, in which everyone asked why Richard and I are yet to own a pet (the rest have dogs and cats). I told them the story of the Goldfish... I wanted a cat, but Richard knew my interest was usually short lived. He got me a goldfish and told me if I kept it alive he would get me a hamster... if I kept that alive we could talk about a cat. The fish died in less than 24 hours. I didn't get a hamster or a cat. This sparked a lot of jokes and in the mist of the conversation I said 'Well, we have about 6 months to figure out his whole parenting thing.' the conversation continued for a beat. Then I was asked 'What did you say?' I repeated and they all screamed. The girls first... the guys took a second to register. They all congratulated us and started planning the next cottage party with baby Zilla.
We still have to tell Richard's aunt Cindy, but that is happen on Sunday and our good friend Ian. Then its public knowledge and there is no more secrets. I can't wait.
As for 'Zilla and I... we're working on our relationship. I feel less nauseous most of the time, but still pukey at least once a day. I started getting migraines, but I don't pee in the night as often. Which is lovely. I feel less tired and more up for nights out. I have a small belly, but it looks more like a beer guy than a baby bump.
Tomorrow we are 12 weeks.... tomorrow we start our second Trimester and it already feels too soon.
On Tuesday, we will get to hear little 'Zilla's heart beat... I can't wait.
I have a pile of work to do... I need to stop rambling.
Love!
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Thursday, January 10, 2013
The A Team
Lots has happen in the past couple weeks... days? I'm not sure. Time is crawling and whizzing by all at the same time. It's surreal.
I feel good. I'm on Dilectin (started a week ago) which helps lull morning sickness.I have asked both my doctor and midwife about it and both have deemed if safe, claiming it is the most tested drug in North America and there are no side effects. I feel like I need to say that since both Moms cringed when I mentioned it. I find myself less interested in asking their advice then I expected. I get what I need from my specialists and the Internet. Its a different pregnancy then they had 30+years ago and a lot of their ideals are outdated, but I know they mean well.
Anyways, the point of this post was to introduce the A team. Last night we had our first appointment with our Midwives. This is something I really wanted, even before becoming pregnant. I believe in Midwifery and love the ideals of it. Not everyone on my team has been supportive, but ultimately it is a decision left up to Richard and I.
We're working with the Burlington Midwifes. Our actual Midwife is Ann (+ her student April) and our back-up Midwife is Anita. This is where I got the 'A team' from. I like it and they seemed to enjoy it as well.
Midwifes in Ontario are hard to come by, this is why I am so thrilled that we were accepted and after meeting everyone last night I feel like we're right where we need to be. It helps that Ann reminds me of Nan. She speaks with a British accent and started her career as a midwife in the UK... just like Nan. Ann has delivered 100s of babies and I feel very safe with her. April (her student for now) is lovely, someone I could be friends with, full of knowledge and a quick talker like myself. The only sad part is her placement ends in April, so we'll have a new student for delivery. I just hope her name starts with A.
I haven't met Anita yet, but our next appointment (in 4 weeks) will be with her.
They answered a lot of questions and put my mind at ease. The entire process now seems so exciting. Richard seemed excited too... except for the 'home birth' option. He doesn't even want to consider it. We'll see... I think I am more comfortable in a hospital as well.
Ok... you've been introduced. 3 weeks till we get to SEE 'Zilla and I am very excited to get there.
Love!
I feel good. I'm on Dilectin (started a week ago) which helps lull morning sickness.I have asked both my doctor and midwife about it and both have deemed if safe, claiming it is the most tested drug in North America and there are no side effects. I feel like I need to say that since both Moms cringed when I mentioned it. I find myself less interested in asking their advice then I expected. I get what I need from my specialists and the Internet. Its a different pregnancy then they had 30+years ago and a lot of their ideals are outdated, but I know they mean well.
Anyways, the point of this post was to introduce the A team. Last night we had our first appointment with our Midwives. This is something I really wanted, even before becoming pregnant. I believe in Midwifery and love the ideals of it. Not everyone on my team has been supportive, but ultimately it is a decision left up to Richard and I.
We're working with the Burlington Midwifes. Our actual Midwife is Ann (+ her student April) and our back-up Midwife is Anita. This is where I got the 'A team' from. I like it and they seemed to enjoy it as well.
Midwifes in Ontario are hard to come by, this is why I am so thrilled that we were accepted and after meeting everyone last night I feel like we're right where we need to be. It helps that Ann reminds me of Nan. She speaks with a British accent and started her career as a midwife in the UK... just like Nan. Ann has delivered 100s of babies and I feel very safe with her. April (her student for now) is lovely, someone I could be friends with, full of knowledge and a quick talker like myself. The only sad part is her placement ends in April, so we'll have a new student for delivery. I just hope her name starts with A.
I haven't met Anita yet, but our next appointment (in 4 weeks) will be with her.
They answered a lot of questions and put my mind at ease. The entire process now seems so exciting. Richard seemed excited too... except for the 'home birth' option. He doesn't even want to consider it. We'll see... I think I am more comfortable in a hospital as well.
Ok... you've been introduced. 3 weeks till we get to SEE 'Zilla and I am very excited to get there.
Love!
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Happy Holiday!
Well, it was an eventful holiday and after 8 days I am back at my desk. It feels like I have been away for weeks.... especially with all the changes to my body.
Let's start with the news: The Saturday before Christmas we sat down with Liz and Pete (Richard's parents) and told them about little 'zilla. We wrapped up a triple clamp for Dad and paired it with the itty bitty boots Richard bought. It only took a second for Dad to clue in... then Mom opened the card which read 'Good Parents get promoted to Grandparents'. There was a lot of crying and hugging.
Surprisingly enough there weren't a lot of follow up questions, which shocked me. It was a nice evening and I am grateful we told them, because I was exhausted and nauseous.
That night we told Aunt Sue, she didn't look too surprised but teared up and hugged us both.
That night we also told cousin Katie. *Head shake* Let's set the scene, dear, sweet, quiet cousin Katie was having a quiet Christmas gathering at her house, just a few close family members, nothing too out of hand *eye roll*. Richard and I had joked about the best way to tell her, because her reaction will be award worthy (she screamed and nearly punched me when we told her we were engaged). I said to Richard we should wait till the end of the night and then just as we're leaving, while hugging her, I would whisper 'Ps. I'm Pregnant' and then walk away.
This plan was all before dear sweet Katie got annihilated on Jager Bombs and Vodka.
I wanted to cancel the plans, but Richard and Colin egged me on... so just after midnight, after all the party guests had left and we were finally putting our coats on, I hugged a very drunk Katie and whispered 'I am totally pregnant'. This is when she jumped back and spit food at me, she then called me a liar and yelled at her husband. All of this is on video.
It took some convincing, but we finally left the party with a congratulations and a hug... oh and then she stood in the street and mooned us.
It was a good night.
On Christmas Day we told my Mum. I gave her a onesie that read 'Grandma & Me'. She cried, but seemed to have a sneaking suspicion that we were... how? I don't know. And then again with the no questions... which was odd, but I have come not to have expectations for my family's reaction to big news. I think it sunk in later when on her way home I was bombarded with loving text messages.
So... I have to tell my Dad and my niece... then it is public knowledge, because my niece will tell her Dad, my brother, and he has the biggest mouth on the planet.
I can't believe we're already in our 10th week. I have my first pre-natal appointment tomorrow morning. Yay!
I am feeling bloated and naseaous all the time.
But the worst symptom so far is the dreaming... they are so real and so exhausting that I am always tired. I haven't had a good sleep in a very long time.
Whewf... long post.
Love!
Let's start with the news: The Saturday before Christmas we sat down with Liz and Pete (Richard's parents) and told them about little 'zilla. We wrapped up a triple clamp for Dad and paired it with the itty bitty boots Richard bought. It only took a second for Dad to clue in... then Mom opened the card which read 'Good Parents get promoted to Grandparents'. There was a lot of crying and hugging.
Surprisingly enough there weren't a lot of follow up questions, which shocked me. It was a nice evening and I am grateful we told them, because I was exhausted and nauseous.
That night we told Aunt Sue, she didn't look too surprised but teared up and hugged us both.
That night we also told cousin Katie. *Head shake* Let's set the scene, dear, sweet, quiet cousin Katie was having a quiet Christmas gathering at her house, just a few close family members, nothing too out of hand *eye roll*. Richard and I had joked about the best way to tell her, because her reaction will be award worthy (she screamed and nearly punched me when we told her we were engaged). I said to Richard we should wait till the end of the night and then just as we're leaving, while hugging her, I would whisper 'Ps. I'm Pregnant' and then walk away.
This plan was all before dear sweet Katie got annihilated on Jager Bombs and Vodka.
I wanted to cancel the plans, but Richard and Colin egged me on... so just after midnight, after all the party guests had left and we were finally putting our coats on, I hugged a very drunk Katie and whispered 'I am totally pregnant'. This is when she jumped back and spit food at me, she then called me a liar and yelled at her husband. All of this is on video.
It took some convincing, but we finally left the party with a congratulations and a hug... oh and then she stood in the street and mooned us.
It was a good night.
On Christmas Day we told my Mum. I gave her a onesie that read 'Grandma & Me'. She cried, but seemed to have a sneaking suspicion that we were... how? I don't know. And then again with the no questions... which was odd, but I have come not to have expectations for my family's reaction to big news. I think it sunk in later when on her way home I was bombarded with loving text messages.
So... I have to tell my Dad and my niece... then it is public knowledge, because my niece will tell her Dad, my brother, and he has the biggest mouth on the planet.
I can't believe we're already in our 10th week. I have my first pre-natal appointment tomorrow morning. Yay!
I am feeling bloated and naseaous all the time.
But the worst symptom so far is the dreaming... they are so real and so exhausting that I am always tired. I haven't had a good sleep in a very long time.
Whewf... long post.
Love!
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