Monday, October 29, 2007
Baby Heart Rate: 150-160s.
Weight gain: 14 lbs. Eeep! Doctor assures me it will slow down in 3rd trimester.
BP: 90/68. Yes, I'm an alien.
Fundal meas: He didn't pull out the measuring tape but he felt around to find the top of the uterus and said I'm right where I should be so probably around 24 cm.
We discussed the ultrasound from 3 weeks ago where she measured 9 days smaller than the feb. 18 due date. He thinks maybe she's just a smaller baby. (Or maybe my LMP date is the right one... we'll never know for sure.) We also talked about birthing positions, the possibility of no drugs and delaying the drops, shots and other assorted newborn baby fuss, in order to give time for immediate bonding. He's cool with all of my concerns/wishes thus far.
I'll try to post a picture some time this week. J just got back tonight and we went for dinner so I haven't had time to take one just yet. Soon though you will all get to see what a localized 14 pound weight gain looks like. Miss Vanity is on extended medical leave right now..... we don't know when she'll be back.
Friday, October 26, 2007
As of last weekend I am officially certified in CPR and first-aid. The 9 hour class nearly killed me. But, as J pointed out, at least I was around people who could save me. The sad thing is we could have been finished before lunchtime.... a lunchtime that was cut in half with the empty promise that we would get out early. The most annoying thing was that the instructor (Ricky?) kept incorrectly using common expressions and making up words.
J is away this weekend so I am left to do creepy Brianne things for 4 days. Creepy things like writhing on the couch with cramping agony/ kicks to the bladder and reading Dostoevsky.
Next week we have a lot of cleaning and organizing to do in preparation for our trip to Naples and my mom's visit. I have yet to find the envelope containing old emails, phone bills, and ticket stubs proving that I didn't just marry J to get a g.c. I guess I must be pretty devoted to the charade considering I moved all the way to Sicily just to sit on my a** and house a baby.
Happy birthday tomorrow to my brother, Charles.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
So I'm more of a daily grocery shopper than a once-a-week/month bulk, frozen goods shopper. I pretty much have to be what with all of the perishables that are part of my diet. Because I'm in there almost every day and the same people see my purchases pass through the scanner, I'm even more annoyed by what happened yesterday. As I was checking out, the woman bagging my groceries said (noticing an item of chocolate I was buying), "oh, are you craving a lot of chocolate because of the baby?" "Um, not a lot, but sometimes I guess." "Don't have too much.... it's bad for the baby!" This is the same woman that sees me buy fresh fruit, vegetables and yogurt EVERY OTHER DAY of the week but feels the need to express her concern over one indulgence. People and their unsolicited opinions. Pregnancy really brings them out and I find it very irritating. Bad for the baby, right. I'll keep that in mind while I'm shooting up later.
I've been a regular, vivid, dreamer since my 'college' days. When I read earlier in my pregnancy that I may start to get vivid dreams, I scoffed, thinking, I've already got that one on lockdown. Well, now they're just as vivid, but also deeply disturbing. And involve ex-boyfriends more often than not. Fantastic.
I sprayed myself in the perfume aisle yesterday with a perfume I used to wear back in the days of working nearly full time with the symphony and being able to afford designer clothes. Well, not afford exactly, but bought just the same. I had forgotten how much I love this perfume. I think I will buy it. Not because I miss those times (I was single and it was a bitterly cold winter), but because it's nice to remember sometimes.
I saw a couple of kids do the "Crank That" dance at a party last weekend. I really want to learn it but sadly, I think I'm too old and too white. Maybe I'll just daydream about being cool.
When I heard Maroon 5 was coming out with a new album I was very worried and thought that they too would feel immense pressure. How do you follow perfection? Well I bought the new album. I can't say it's bad, but it's no "Songs About Jane." And I think I've narrowed down the why. I think it has to do with the mixing and production. Part of the punch of the first album was the clarity and presence of Adam Levine's voice. Sure the instrumentals are fantastic, but they're only super-fantastic with his prominent vocal stylings. On their second album, he's almost in the background and it makes a lot of the songs sound like candy pop.
Adam Levine has done some great collaborations with Kanye West. They should start a band.