Showing posts with label Boobs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Boobs. Show all posts

Monday, February 4, 2013

Hello, Beautiful

It happened.

It finally happened.

I made it to February 1st. I got up in a good mood, excited to find out what the day held in store for us. A touch of morning sickness was banished by the lovely homeopathic remedy my mom sent down. Phoenix and Paxton were in good spirits and Phoenix got off to school without a single hitch.

Paxton and I saw Jay off to work then we got ready ourselves. Paxton has reached the point in toddler-hood where he dresses himself and let me tell you, it is SO FUN to watch. He tells you what he's got as he puts his clothes on; sert (shirt), pans (pants), sawk (socks), sthues (shoes) and then proceeds to put on just about everything backwards. I help him turn things around before we leave the house but when we're here, I don't bother.

I dropped him with John and Johnny, his BFF, and headed to the doctors'. I got there 15 minutes early and still had a 45 minute wait. Peed in a cup, got weighed and put into an exam room. The nurse left for a second and came back with what I knew was an ultrasound cart.

My heart skipped a beat.

First thought -- I get to see her/him/IT. 

Second thought -- Man. I wish Jay were here to see this. 

She asked some basic questions, told me to strip from the waist down and Doctor would be in to see me in a minute. A few minutes later, I met Laura. She is AWESOME. She informed me though, that she won't be able to actually deliver the baby. I didn't ask why; I figure it has something to do with my insurance or state law or something. It doesn't really matter, anyways; I do a pretty good job popping these kids out and I really don't care who's there to witness it. Doctor or midwife, I will have this baby MY WAY.

Because I just had the colposcopy, Laura did the follow-up PAP instead of making me wait until March. Then it was time for the fun part. The part I'd been hoping for, wishing for. 

The ultrasound.

It wasn't the one where they goop up your belly; it was the other one. The internal ultrasound. I don't think I've had one of those before. Maybe I did with Phoenix & just don't remember but I'm pretty sure I got gooped up for both of his and I know I got gooped up for Paxton's because we got to do a 4D ultrasound too.

As soon as she had it in place, BAM! There was a tiny little human on the screen. My heart soared.

It's there. It's real. I'm growing a baby.

I honestly was amazed at how developed the little bean is already. Everything was there to be seen. Everything except the boy/girl parts, that is.

I saw little feet and toes; tiny hands and fingers; some super-long baby legs and a face. A cute, not-quite-alien face, with eyes and a nose and an itty bitty little smile. I should have been ready with my phone to take video and pictures but I was too excited to think about it until I saw little Baby P on the screen. Once I saw all I could think was, Jay is missing this. He should be here. By then, it was too late to snap pictures or shoot a video but I did get a picture to bring home for him.


Based on baby's measurements, I'm 11 weeks, six days along and my due date changed from August 22 to August 20. I'd like to think that those extra two days increase the odds that Baby P is a girl since we were trying to follow a "schedule" but it's still anyone's guess for another few weeks.

We talked about my history; two pregnancies, two vaginal births. Only minor complications, two early inductions due to high blood pressure and pregnancy-induced hypertension. I told her I'm already having constant headaches; she said it's most likely the raging hormones, since we are still early in the process.

Here's where I feel obligated to throw in a TMI disclaimer: It's about to get a little graphic.

I told her I've noticed a weird, brownish, almost-blood-like discharge out of one boob. Just one. The right one. The one that we thought had cancer in 2008. I got an ultrasound done back then and we found out it wasn't cancer; just fibrocystic breast disease. HALLELUJAH. No breast cancer, which runs in my family, just some especially lumpy boobs. When I first noticed my one leaky nipple, I headed to Google, of course, and read that the discharge could be related to tissue changes in fibrocystic breasts so I figured it was something worth mentioning but not something worthy of a freak-out. Could just be another drawback to my lumpy boobs.

She wasn't too concerned until she looked at it and got more discharge then she'd expected and I think the color worried her too. She took a sample to test and told me I'd have to have another ultrasound because it could be a sign of breast cancer. Great. She sent a referral to my insurance company for authorization on the ultrasound and told me they'd call me when it comes through.

I am not going to worry or freak out. I'm going to assume everything is fine and dandy and this discharge is just part of having a fibrocystic breast. A fibrocystic breast that is experiencing pretty real, significant changes because well, I'm pregnant and these babies are gearing up to become milk factories.

She wrote me a prescription for prenatal vitamins, filled out paperwork for a blood draw and told me to come back in four weeks. I made my appointment for March 1st, got poked and peed in another cup and headed to the car. Paxton fell asleep on the ride home and I had every intention of posting about hitting 10,000 page views but he refused to go back down once we got home. So I threw it in here, instead. You see that? Real smooth, aren't I??

Thank you SO MUCH to each and every one of you. Whether you're a follower or not, if you've read ONE POST, you've helped get me to this crazy milestone. Thank you.

If I'm lucky, I'll get a call back about the ultrasound this week and hopefully, I'll be able to get it done & over with before my appointment in March; February is a busy month for us. Today makes nine years without Dad; Jay & I have our eighth anniversary on the 26th, just two days before my mom's birthday. March promises to be just as busy with birthdays in just about every week and at least one doctors appointment.

One thing I know for sure: this baby is growing and it will be here in no time at all. We're almost out of the first trimester and I feel like the farther along we get, the faster it goes. I'm not really looking forward to being hugely pregnant during a California summer but I'll make the most of it by spending as much time as possible in our pool. I'll be the weird pregnant lady who's at the pool so much, everyone's scared she's going to give birth in it.

It will be awesome.
Yup. This will be me.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Day 17 -- Golden Years Challenge

Day 17 -- 

So far, I've talked about what I have, what I love and what I hate; I haven't talked about what I want. We all have a "wish list"; that list of items you wish you had but can't afford, store or legally own.

Here's mine:

1) a tablet. I can't decide on which one but I know I want one. We could use a second computer and they're so much smaller, easier to travel with than a laptop.


2) a spinning wheel. We're stepping away from technology for this one but if you've read my blog long, you know I'm a knitter. Spinning seems to be a natural extension of knitting since I could keep myself stocked with yarn if I just knew how to make it! 



3) a few Pygoras. If I can wish for a spinning wheel, I might as well wish for some goats too. They're cute little guys and their fleece makes amazingly luxurious yarn so with a few of them running around, I could be sheering, combing, spinning and knitting for life!


4) an e-reader. Back in the 21st century (there's no rhyme, reason or order to this list, if you were wondering).  I suppose I could get books on my tablet but then it wouldn't be a second computer. I'm ashamed to admit I really haven't read since we moved and it's been almost a year. It's almost painful when I think about it...


5) shoes. Lots & lots & LOTS of shoes. I love them. I don't have enough of them. No, really. I don't. I'm sure there is an "enough" out there but there's definitely not a "too many". If I could, I'd wear heels everywhere, with everything (its seriously bordering on a compulsion); I'd buy shoes and build an outfit around them, the crazier the shoe, the more I'll probably like it; I'd have a walk-in shoe closet the size of the boys' room. Do I sound crazy yet??

6) a new car. Let's face the facts. My almost-fourteen-year-old Jeep has well over 200k on it; it's a tight squeeze with the four of us and the boys are only going to get bigger; it would be really, really nice to have a Hybrid.  And I suppose if it were a Lexus, I'd be okay with that too.


7) a mortgage. Most people would say 'a house' or 'a home' but I have that; what I don't have is ownership of said house or home. Renting has its perks but we're getting older now and we've never been the kind of people that move every time the lease comes up; we tend to re-sign and stay put as long as possible so buying a home seems like the smart thing to do.  A 3-4 bedroom fixer with a little bit of land or just a really big yard would be so awesome...


8) boobs. There. I said it. I WANT BOOBS! I've never been "well endowed" but I was at least a (small) B cup before kids. Now, I'm lucky if I fill an A. It's depressing to think about how gorgeous they were when I was pregnant this last time...that's what I want, permanently. Do I really have to be pregnant to have great boobs? Unless I want to go saline or silicone, I guess so...

I don't want boobs for any reason besides I want them; it's not because I think they'll make me prettier or more attractive; I don't want the "extra attention"; I don't hate my body. I just know what I look like with them and I'm pretty sure that's what I was suppose to have. There must have been a mix up somewhere. I'm sure there's a short, 85 lbs lady out there rocking my C cup while I'm stuck with her -A. My boobs are great for the size they are and beyond awesome when you consider they've survived two pregnancies and breastfeeding. They are lopsided or too uneven. Overall, I'm pretty happy with them. I just wish they were bigger.


9) everything M.A.C.. Dead serious. The entire make up line, the brushes, the skin care line, all the kits and collections. EVERYTHING. Add some private make up lessons to that too. I love the feel of M.A.C., the intensity of their shadows and blushes...I can't justify buying M.A.C. anymore but if I could afford to, I wouldn't buy anything else. I want a dressing room (off my shoe closet) with an over-sized vanity, lots of mirrors and an entire M.A.C. store inside, complete a couple of M.A.C. girls to cater to my make up needs. If we're dreaming here, why not dream big?
    

10) money. This may seem to contradict my distaste for materialism but I don't want money just so I can buy all this crap and more. I want money for peace of mind. I want the knowledge I will always be able to pay the bills, keep the utilities on, buy gas and groceries. I want enough for me and mine and enough to help out the other guy too. See? I'm not totally selfish; I'd share and spread the wealth around. If you have the opportunity to give to others, you should. It's what Jesus would do -- that's what I say to all of you who claim to follow 'His word'. For the rest of us, it's just what good people do. 

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