Enough with the morning sickness already!

Okay before I start…I just have to say that as I was typing this (at work again), I glanced down and noticed that I’ve somehow managed to drip this morning’s yogurt all down my sweater. I ate that yogurt 2 hours ago, and I just noticed it now. Classy. Well, at least when Baby-Bean is born, he/she won’t be the only one covered in food/spit up! Okay, I don’t have any spit up on me…but it was a close call this morning…which leads me to the topic of this post. I suppose I should give you a “too much information” warning before I start…proceed at your own risk!

Just when you think you’re rounding the corner to “no more morning sickness” it comes back and slaps you in the face! I woke up this morning feeling like a bag of poop…then I had to take out She-Boston and He-Boston and follow them around to pick up their poop (now I’m feeling like a bag of poop and carrying around a stinky little Ziploc bag of poop…awesome). Not a great combo, but I made it through that task.

I think I’ve discovered that the nauseous feeling is associated with hunger (I woke up starving!), so I force down a bowl of cereal (tough to eat when you feel like nothing will stay down). Also manage to get through that task.

Have my usual preggo gag reflex moment while brushing my teeth, but manage to get through yet another task unscathed.

All is well until I get on the disgusting stinky soggy muggy bus. It is completely packed. We’re squished in like sardines, and I’m standing clinging for my life (and the life of Baby-Bean) to the bar that’s too tall for me. I start to notice just how smelly the bus is…wet clothes, bad morning breath of those around me (brush your teeth people – if I can do it despite gagging 30 times, you’d think you could get it together!)…and it’s so hot on the bus…

Must think of something else!

I distract myself by trying to look out the foggy windows…wish I could open one (but I’d get rain water all over the people sitting in front of me…that and I’d probably fall down in the process of reaching over). Then the “curtains” start to close in. You know that creepy darkness that starts to close in from your peripheral vision when you’re about to pass out? Yeah, I’m fighting that back. Man I wish one of these eggheads would realize that this bump is not just fat and let me sit down (so I could stick my head between my knees and avoid passing out and/or projectile vomiting cereal all over the bus). Spend a couple of minutes distracting myself by looking forward to the time when the preggo belly is more obvious so that I can ask people to get their lazy arses out of their seats…but alas, I don’t ask anyone this time.

Instead, I continue to struggle…and seriously contemplate sitting on the wet floor of the bus (might make the fall less painful and dangerous if/when I do pass out). Decide that I’d rather sit on the concrete. Must get off this bus…NOW. Contemplate yelling at the bus driver to stop (despite being between stops)…I’m sure he’d be happy he did if it meant avoiding a bus full of chewed up cereal (hee hee, can you tell I’m not nauseous anymore and can write about it a little more graphically!).

Manage to make it to the stop. Fight my way out…seriously people…gonna faint and/or hurl…you don’t want to see this!

Thankfully, I didn’t actually have to sit on the wet concrete. Once I got off the bus, I almost instantly started to feel better. Unfortunately, I’m nowhere near work yet. Decide to walk to the next stop (I’m not ready to get on another bus just yet). The next bus had seats available (lucky me)…so I dizzily drag myself on the bus and make it to work.

Long story with no climax…I know. The upside is that I made it to work relatively unscathed (took an hour or so to get my arms and legs to stop shaking). Unfortunately, now that I’m here, I realize that I’m too tired to concentrate and can’t seem to get any work done! Thank goodness I have tomorrow off!

Red Dragon or Black Panther

Prof-Man texted me one evening while he was having beers with friends, with his latest suggestion for Baby-Bean’s nickname: Red Dragon. What the!?

Seriously, Red Dragon? I thought it sounded eerily close to a kkk thing (isn’t the leader called the Green Dragon?)…as a result, my retort was that I’d rather the nickname: Black Panther.

Now obviously neither nickname is appropriate…but both are just fun/ridiculous “tide-me-overs” until we know the gender, at which point we can come up with a more suitable nickname. I must say though, that since starting this blog yesterday, I am quite drawn to “Baby-Bean”. It’s cute and it relates to food (which for me right now is a very good thing…mmm…food). Unfortunately, Baby-Bean is not very original. There are just way too many pregnant moms-to-be that call their babies “bean” or some iteration thereof.

She-Boston (one of our dogs) has taken to “calling” Baby-Bean by Prof-Man’s favorite nickname. How, you ask? I know it sounds crazy, but Prof-Man and I have “voices” for our dogs…sometimes we talk in their voices as a joke. Well, She-Boston seems to have a real preference for Red Dragon (perhaps that because the voice of She-Dog is more often than not played by Prof-Man)! Okay, I should stop with the crazy talk now…a little insight into my life is one thing, but sharing our crazy antics over the web doesn’t seem like the best idea!

I’ll leave you for today with a picture of She-Boston (on the left) and He-Boston (obviously, on the right). Aren’t they cute (or should I say, so ugly that they’re cute)? They had better enjoy these last few months of being the centre of attention…they are in for a rude awakening in November!

Introductions are in order...

Hi…

Hmm, that wasn’t a great start. Where to start…

I guess I should start by introducing myself. Not by name, of course…because these blogs are accessible by anyone and I feel like I should at least make a slight attempt to protect my privacy. Unfortunately, I can’t think of anything witty or clever to call myself, so let’s go with Lady-Lawyer.

Yes, I am a lawyer (insert all your worst lawyer jokes here). I should quickly point out that I’m also a lady (in true southern belle fashion)!

So why am I starting this blog (and yes, I realize that I’ve done a poor job “starting” so far…but give me a break, I’m new to this)? Well, I can finally safely say that I’m “expecting”. I say finally because this has been a fairly long time coming…there have been some ups and downs, but rather than dwell, let's just say that it all culminates in the amazing little bean (let's call him or her "Baby-Bean") that is now growing inside me!

I am ecstatic to be pregnant. I’m officially 16 weeks and 3 days pregnant today. I figured this was as good a time as any to get started diarizing the pregnancy (mostly so that I can look back and remember the details, but also to keep myself entertained while I’m procrastinating at work).

Note to self: don’t share this address with my bosses…wouldn’t want them to know just how useless I’ve become!

I think I should start by looking back to day one…well, actually day 14! I’ll spare you the specifics (hee hee, can you say too much information?), but Baby-Bean was conceived on February 16th; the same day as the first Canadian woman won an Olympic gold medal on Canadian soil (yay Maëlle)! Maybe baby-bean will become an Olympic athlete!?

I’m not going to do a day-by-day account of the agony of waiting for the end of the first trimester…but sufficed to say, there was a lot of hoping and praying and positive thinking going on in the Lady-Lawyer family…and it worked! On May 27th, at exactly 12 weeks pregnant, Prof-Man (seems like a good name for hubby) and I got to hear Baby-Bean’s perfect little heartbeat for the first time. Such an amazing sound. I cried, of course (both out of sheer joy and also a release of all of the fears that I had held for the months prior). Finally got to start enjoying the pregnancy at that point. Or did I?

It has been awesome so far, don't get me wrong...the only thing that I'm bothered by is that I’m still petrified that something could go wrong. Of course, I’m trying not to focus on that (stress isn’t good for the baby, etc.)…but I just can’t help myself. Next appointment is June 1st; hoping to hear that beautiful little heartbeat again for some added comfort and reassurance that everything is progressing well. Fingers crossed!

Well this has been a terrible first post, so I'll stop bathering now.

Sorry...I vow to get better over the next 5 or so months!