Looking Up

Things with the house have been going so smoothly (for which we are grateful), I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that other stuff would have some bumps.

What we thought would be our first choice for preschool for TheBoy was underwhelming and overpriced, but we're encouraged by the other options we have come across.

We're working toward finding a provider for prenatal and birth care. Meeting with an OB who also does family practice (and was highly recommended by a midwife), and a home birth midwife in the next couple weeks. I'm confident we'll find the right match for us.

Roller Coaster

Let's recap these past two weeks, shall we?

Last week

Sunday

Get pre-approved for a mortgage!

Tuesday - Wednesday

Play House Hunters with our agent. Look at six houses. #6 is THE ONE!

Thursday

Submit an offer. It's accepted!!

Friday

This:

This week

Monday - Tuesday

Have insane dreams nightmares about the house. Including a bathtub with a built-in toilet and a disaster of a kitchen. 

Wednesday

Home inspection. Bathtub was just as we remembered it - toilet-free. The rest of the house was just as we remembered it too. Great results!

Thursday 

Receive a call from midwife's office. Evidently, our new health insurance isn't contracted with the midwife's hospital. Um, excuse me?

Upon calling the insurance company, learn that they have NO midwives contracted with them in all of Massachusetts or Rhode Island. NONE.

Spiral down. Spend 2 hours crying in my office. 

Reap the benefits of a supportive, patient saint-of-a-husband, friends, internet acquaintances, and social media to come up with a plan of action (likely including fighting with said health insurance company) and leads on how we can make this birth what we want. Remember, IV is still growing and healthy.

Friday

Take steps toward New Birth Plan.  

Saturday
Sign the Purchase & Sales Agreement. Meet with mortgage broker to submit application.

So, you know, basically stress-free. 

I have this upcoming week off. I cannot imagine it coming at a better time. 

Titles

TheBoy: When the baby is born, he will call my dad, "Dada."

Me: What will the baby call me?

TheBoy: Mama.

Me: What will the baby call you?

TheBoy: Big Kiddie.

Raspberry

Back to work, and feeling much better. Just waiting for this Colace to work. Blerg. Not cool. 

Eight weeks today. Feels like we're over some sort of hump. I've been feeling hesitant about this pregnancy. Nervous, maybe. I don't remember feeling quite like this last time. But that was a long time ago. Waiting to get over the 12 week hump. 

With my pregnancy with TheBoy, I did not have any serious "morning" sickness. A couple bouts of nausea and I vomited once (when he kicked me in the stomach at 20 weeks), but the fatigue was horrible. I came home and napped everyday after work.

This time, the all-day sickness is not cool. Nauseated throughout the day, dry heaving, gagging. It's been lovely, really. And the best part of it all, is that it's gotten worse these past two weeks while I've been off from work.

This evening was particularly bad. Eating dinner helped, but it took a lot for me to actually eat. It's a strange thing to feel simultaneously hungry and nauseated. I am not optimistic about going back to work on Monday.

Wondering if it means this babe is a girl? Or if it's just my body reacting differently to the hormones? Doesn't matter. Just don't know what to do to make it through the rest of this trimester.

Yeah, no.

Lovely adventures in the city today. 

And then that moment when you get halfway through your lunch and suddenly realize that what you're eating is making you gag and you have to spit it out and abandon the rest. Yeah, that. 

Hey look!

It's 10:00 am and I'm nauseated!

And waiting for my first appointment.


Update: Pregnancy confirmed. Take vitamins. Don't eat lots of swordfish. EDD - February 25. All of which I knew.