Check it out:

I totally have a bump!

Wait.

Why are you laughing?

Shut up! It totally IS a bump.

Maybe next week I'll take some bump pictures with my belly covered because then you can really notice the bump (and then maybe all those fucking perverts will stop favoriting my belly pictures on Flickr).

Also, I don't think I wrote about this, but I was having trouble eating enough. I hadn't gained any weight in about three weeks and I had only gained 3lbs total.
Well, sooooo not a problem anymore. I've gained 3 lbs in the last week and a half and I'm eating ALL THE TIME.
Really.
I have a friend I keep wanting to call, and I realized today that the reason I haven't found time in the past couple of days to call her, is because every time I think of it I'm eating something and I don't want to chew in her ear.
I might need to make an exception to the it's not polite to chew in someone's ear rule, otherwise I might never talk to anyone on the phone again until I give birth.

I want to slap the me from two weeks ago who was all "I can't eat enough! Whaa whaa whaa!"

And I'm sure 40 week me will want to say to me from two weeks ago "Remember when you were all where's my bump? Well here's your fucking bump! Happy?!"

Posted by torrie at 01:29 PM | Permalink | Comments (12)

Call me two hours before I'm scheduled to start the prenatal yoga class that I signed up for (and paid for) weeks ago, and have been looking forward to, to tell me that I'm the only one who signed up, so they won't be having the class.

Posted by torrie at 10:16 AM | Permalink | Comments (7)

Here's the thing:

I'm still nervous about this pregnancy.

I know that I'm out of my first trimester (I'm in my 15th week), and that the chance of anything going wrong is slim, but I still worry.

I fret over every little abdominal ache or pain (and there are a lot these days).

Every time I pee I check to make sure there isn't any blood.

Considering what happened before, I think I am dealing pretty well, but I'm starting to think maybe Tom Cruise wasn't so crazy for wanting a sonogram machine in his house.

I had a sonogram at twelve weeks, and I'm not scheduled to have another one until 18 weeks. That's SIX WEEKS without hearing the baby's heartbeat. So, yesterday I caved. I called my doctor and asked her if when I come in on Friday for my blood work, she wouldn't mind doing a doppler. She was so understanding about it. So, hopefully we'll hear the baby's heartbeat on Friday. Then, maybe I can relax a little.
Although, I don't think I'll ever really relax until I'm holding a healthy baby.

I know I'm being a drama queen- my mother didn't even have one sonogram- but my first two experiences have obviously traumatized me.

I'm wondering if other woman who've had pregnancy losses or problems conceiving feel the same way.

Posted by torrie at 11:48 AM | Permalink | Comments (23)

I don't ask much from you guys.

Tonight I am asking you to help my friend. She is sick and I need you to send some good vibes her way.

The internet can be an amazing place. I know it has helped me get through some very tough times.

I hope it (you) can help my friend.

Posted by torrie at 08:14 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Last night I shaved off my husband's goatee.

This might not seem like a big deal to most of you, but we've been together for 9 1/2 years, and I've never actually seen his face.
We have talked many times over the years about shaving it off, but we never got around to actually doing it.
It was always "I can't believe we are living together and I've never actually seen your face" or "I can't believe we are engaged and I've never actually seen your face" or "I can't believe we are married and I've never actually seen your face".
You get the idea.
So I guess now that I'm carrying this man's baby, I wanted to make sure he wasn't hiding anything from me under that wiry mass of hair.
So, last night we bit the bullet.
To say I was freaked out would be an understatement.

Here is the before:

Here it is after I shaved off the bottom part so that he could have a porn star mustache for a few minutes:

This was the point where I started to get REALLY freaked out.

This is pretty much how my face looked for the rest of the shaving:

Quite possibly the best picture ever taken of me.

This is about a fifth of the hair that came off his face:

Here is the after picture in which the husband looks stoned because his family has some weird genetic mutation which makes it virtually impossible for them to keep their eyes open for pictures:

Here is a closeup:

He's going to close shave it today (I just used the electric clipper last night) so we can get the full effect.
Then, he's immediately going to start the process of growing it back so that I stop rocking back and forth and mumbling to myself.

Posted by torrie at 10:29 AM | Permalink | Comments (22)

So, whenever we have an OB appoinment we take a cab there and then walk home.
Before we leave for the doctor's office I make sure my bits are all nice and clean- hair trimmed- smelling fresh as a meadow. If we walked the 2 miles to the office, my area might resemble more of a swamp than a meadow. Being that I grew up in New York I am physically incapable of walking slow. As New Yorkers we must always rush, even if we are not in a hurry,
So, my point is- walking fast=sweat.
Sweat= Not such a pleasant situation down below.
My OB is my favorite doctor of all time. I'd rather not offend her with a crotch that smells like a gym locker, so we take a cab.
Yesterday we had an OB appointment (everything was perfect. we heard the baby's heart beat!). In the cab on the way there I started hearing what sounded like the cabbie was popping gum. I HATE gum popping. Almost as much as I hate whistling.
But then I caught something shiny and metal out of the corner of my eye. I bent forward to get a closer look and that's when I realized- HE WAS CLIPPING HIS NAILS WHILE DRIVING.
Now, I don't even like to be in the same house when someone clips their nails, let alone trapped in a motor vehicle with them (WHILE THEY ARE DRIVING). Suddenly gum popping didn't seem so bad.
We got out of the cab and I stood on the sidewalk and dry heaved for a while.
I had nightmare's about it last night.
I guess you could say we were lucky that he wasn't clipping his toenails.

Posted by torrie at 11:34 AM | Permalink | Comments (13)

...and said "ouch".

If you know a joke better than THAT, then I'd love to hear it.

Posted by torrie at 09:36 PM | Permalink | Comments (20)

The baby is "perfect"!
The baby is "perfect"!

Maybe we are actually going to have this baby!

All this AND Britney files for divorce from K-Fed, the democrats kick the republicans' ass, AND Donald Rumsfeld resigns!?

Oh happy day!

Did I mention that they said the baby looks "perfect"?

Here's a picture of the baby sucking its thumb:

To see a couple of more sonogram pictures check out my Flickr page.

Posted by torrie at 10:33 PM | Permalink | Comments (25)

Today we have our nuchal translucency sonogram.
I am so nervous. I just want it to be over with. If all goes well, on Friday I will be starting my second trimester.
To be honest I think that what happened during the first pregnancy is making me paranoid.

I don't know if I'll be able to handle it if we get bad news today.

Posted by torrie at 11:45 AM | Permalink | Comments (14)

Did you vote today???

Posted by torrie at 03:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (9)

I may, or may not have used my baking scale to weigh my boobs.

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