Saturday, January 30, 2010

Fetus's First Snow

On a happy note, I think I'm coming out of the morning sickness phase. My stomach is noticeably larger by a little, and I haven't wanted to vomit constantly. Today was even pleasant--I did some laundry and dishes (though admittedly not much) and we went for a walk down to the grocery store in the snow.

We got about 5 inches of snow here, which was cool. It's all very pretty. We had to shovel off the driveway, but it's really nice to have snow. It might hang on into next week given how cold it will be the next few days, so we'll see if it affects work at all.

There really isn't much to say on the baby front until I go back to the doctor on the 11th, or something momentous happens. It isn't kicking or anything, as far as I can tell, so I think for now I'm going to enjoy my time indoors and watch Brandon finish playing through Uncharted 2.

Monday, January 25, 2010

"Your blog is a self-fulfilling prophecy." -Ginny Buckner

YEAH, I KNOW, but I was a lot more ready to have a baby BEFORE I got pregnant, OK?

So, happy Monday,'s the first day of my second trimester (allegedly), and I started it off with a--what's a good onomatopoeic indicator for vomit?--well, that's what it was, anyway. Which is NOT FAIR. This is supposed to end in week 13! And I fully, naively, expected to wake up this morning with no nausea, feeling good, if a little tired since I don't like mornings even when I'm not knocked up, and it didn't happen. What a drag.

I would also like to take this opportunity to thank those of you who are now following this thing for doing so, since it means I'm actually semi-motivated to update and much more conscientious about my whining. I'm going to try my best to be productively critical of the pregnancy process, such as asking why it's at all fair that women go through all this and guys are done when the fun part's over (and, yes, Brandon is doing a bang-up job of putting up with me through this process, but it's not a requirement for the entire male species to do so).

In closing: my baby looks like this right now.

It's about the size of a Nutter Butter.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

A post that is mostly not uterus-related

This is the first morning I've woken up and not felt like I needed to vomit immediately, so YAY FOR THAT! However, I've picked up a nasty cough from somewhere (and who knows where; working in public school, you can't identify the source of any afflictions which cancels out feeling good about not puking.

The new semester starts on Tuesday, and I have Monday as a workday to create as many lesson plans as I can get done. If I can get a month's worth done, our next workday is February 15, and I can finish another month until spring break, and so on. This is not to say that these lesson plans will not change (they almost certainly will) but we're supposed to have them printed out and kept somewhere the principals can see them if they do a walkthrough, because hey, it's what you did in student teaching, so get back with it. For me this is not a problem, having done student teaching very recently, but many of the other teachers are not happy. I don't know if they even remember being in college. (That's not true. I love my coworkers, and I'm sure they all remember college, even if it was a long time ago.) Either way, there are a few plans I have for my classes, the most exciting of which is...

Teaching The Crucible using Battlestar Galactica.

Yes, I am a giant nerd.

This will work, though! All I have to do is get a copy of the game, take out the "You are a Cylon" cards, explain to the kids how it works, and have them determine at the end of, say, one FTL jump, who is the Cylon. And it will be no one. AND THEY WILL SEE HOW IT WAS IN SALEM. Only in space. With robots.

Also, if you missed it, go on Hulu and watch Conan O'Brien jamming with Billy Gibbons, Ben Harper, Beck, and Will Ferrell (on cowbell!) on the Tonight Show finale. That's the last Tonight Show I'll ever watch. In part because I have a really hard time staying awake that late, but mostly on principle--because Conan took it out with class, dignity, and everything I could have hoped for from such a crap situation.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Monday, January 18, 2010

Week 12

This is the last week of my first trimester, which is really strange. If I'm not over morning sickness next week, I will be SERIOUSLY PISSED, BABY. So make that happen.

Checkups are going well, and the fetal heartbeat is normal. Thus far, nothing to be really worried about. Next month I have blood tests for all of the common baby afflictions--trisomy 23, spina bifida, all that--and in March, we determine whether this thing is a girl or a boy. Some clues from recent dreams include:

-Brandon's mother dreamed we had a black son.
-I dreamed we went in for the ultrasound and the tech said "It's a girl, you can see its little hairbow."
-Students are divided--I have one in favor of girl and two in favor of boy; the others aren't really that interested in whether it's a boy or girl because "Little Chief" is gender neutral.

I really ought to go to bed since it's nearly 11:00 and I have to do hall duty tomorrow for EOCs. I really just want to take some time off, but I don't have the ability to do so. As it stands, I'll get underway in the second semester (and second trimester) and hopefully start feeling better.

Monday, January 11, 2010

That's only in the mawnin'

Dear Fetus,

I am sick of throwing up and would like you to get bigger and more accustomed to being in my belly so that my digestive system can settle down. It's really cramping my style having to be late to work because I'm spending 5-10 minutes of my carefully planned get-ready time in the morning retching over the toilet.

Thank you,