Since I'm now about halfway through cooking this babe, it's obviously time to repost the Pregnancy Cheese Chart, a week by week guide to the size of your fetus, by cheese. Is Your Fetus More of a Cheddar or a Blue?
Tag: pregnancy
My D&C, Or: I Know It Was Supposed To Be Terrible, But It Wasn’t & Here’s Why, Or: On Barbecue & Babies, Manicures & Miscarriage
I like painting my nails. It’s sort of how I like cleaning the bathroom, a small room that can be done in an hour. I can’t handle the commitment to a daily makeup or hair routine, my clothes are a mess, but I can find a color that makes me happy, and throw it on … Continue reading My D&C, Or: I Know It Was Supposed To Be Terrible, But It Wasn’t & Here’s Why, Or: On Barbecue & Babies, Manicures & Miscarriage
Interests Include Mommy Blogging & Tandem Nursing
Two funny stories One: About a year ago, I was courted to be a mommy blogger. For real! Like, for money. Lololololol. And I wrote some things, emails stopped, payment never came, etc. I moved on to other things, like having another baby and moving across the country. But I have these funny sort of … Continue reading Interests Include Mommy Blogging & Tandem Nursing
How I Cope
It's no secret to anyone who has known me for any amount of time (or sometimes even to the nice mom I meet in the coffee shop, within about five minutes of chatting--sorry, nice person!) that I have struggled with depression and anxiety for most of my life. Like many chronic illnesses, it ebbs and … Continue reading How I Cope
Is Your Fetus More of a Cheddar or a Blue?
Armed with the belief that cheese > all things, especially lettuce, and a pretty solid working knowledge of the weight of individual cheese wheels (or in the case of the early weeks, the weight of bits and bobs of cheese), I correlated estimated fetal weight by week with the weights of wheels of delicious, delicious cheese. So now you can tell people your growing babe is the size of a wheel of meaty, savory cow's milk cheese, handcrafted by members of the (THE) vonTrapp family, rather than a sad Idaho Gold.
Here I am again, knowing I just can't know who this human inside of me is. I don't get to pick, I don't get to know until she decides to let me know. And I trust with even more faith than I should be humanly capable of possessing that I will love this child, with more love than I have, with more love than I know to exist in the whole world, but it really seems impossible to love anything more than I love my little, tangible family right now.
twenty eight weeks
This pregnancy is different. I mean, they're all different, right? Every baby is different, every pregnancy is different, every stretch mark is like a special snowflake of love that represents the unbreakable maternal bond and the whole of the history of humankind, right there in the scarred tread marks of life's snow tires. I think … Continue reading twenty eight weeks
The First Trimester is the Worst Trimester (and other reasons I’m telling you I’m pregnant)
My left eye won’t stop twitching. I sleep nine hours a night, take hours long naps, and I’m still exhausted. I feel like if I grit my teeth really hard, I might not retch, but then again, I might, and I have a splitting headache from all this teeth gritting, or possibly from not drinking … Continue reading The First Trimester is the Worst Trimester (and other reasons I’m telling you I’m pregnant)
The Scary Stuff
For all the close calls and near misses that we’ve had in this pregnancy, not one single less-than-stellar thing that’s happened so far has been something I anticipated or feared ahead of time. Don’t get me wrong, I have PLENTY of fears, but I never for a second was afraid of placenta accreta, or getting … Continue reading The Scary Stuff
Wow! You can really feel that fundus! - Third year med student on my pretty darn perfect fundal height. Most nutty thing my doc heard all day: “I’m sincerely excited for labor.” -Me, to which she replied, “That’s not one I hear very often.”
This Family Anderson 