Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Two down, one to go...

That's right. I am officially in the third trimester. According to my handy dandy "What to Expect" app, Ella is as big as a head of cauliflower - 16 inches long and 2.5 pounds. We've only got 12 weeks and 5 days left until she is estimated to make her grand debut. At my appointment this morning, the nurse said that she is currently laying on her side, and her head is positioned in the top right corner of my abdomen, right under my chest. This explains why I have surges of pain down my right side and back. Her little head is nestled right in a spot that keeps pushing on nerves or something that triggers it. I certainly don't mind, but it would be nice if she found another position comfortable:)

I also had my lovely glucose screening this morning. For those of you who don't know, the purpose of a glucose screening is to check for gestational diabetes. Basically, you can't eat or drink anything for an hour, then you have to drink a 10 oz. bottle of orange liquid (for me, it was a cross between cough syrup and syrup you would put on pancakes) in 3-5 minutes. Doesn't sound difficult, but downing the whole bottle is 3-5 minutes was a challenge. Then, they have to draw your blood one hour after you finish drinking the liquid. My appointment was at 9:30 this morning, so I had to drink the stuff in my car on the way there, just to make sure that I was there before I reached the one-hour mark. I got about half of it down and then I started gagging. I ended up spitting a bunch of it up, and I didn't have any towels or napkins in my car. Therefore, the light blue Georgia Aquarium cardigan (my work uniform) bit the dust. It was totally gross, and even harder after the gagging had been triggered, but I eventually got it all down. Now hopefully, I will pass the screening, and it will be in the past. If I don't, I have to go back in for a four-hour test. Not sure what all it entails, but I have zero desire to find out.

On a more fun note, most of the time when Ella is moving around, I can see it. I took this video with my phone the other night and sent it to my sister. Brittney kept hoping to feel her moving around while I was home for Thanksgiving, but Ella didn't cooperate. I figured seeing it might be a fun consolation prize. Focus on the white line of my shirt against the red at the 5-6 second mark. You will see two small bumps.

video

Monday, November 22, 2010

What's in a name?

Rihanna just came on my iTunes at work, so I'm inspired to share the latest development in the babydom (as in kingdom...another one of my made-up words). So basically, I'm one of those people who plans life events way in advance. Way, way in advance. Case in point. I've basically had my baby names narrowed down for the last two years or so. I know...I'm special:) The challenge I face now is, even though Kyle and I are calling Little Miss by her name, I still haven't declared it publicly. It's because I have a problem committing. The only two decisions I can recall never second-guessing were marrying Kyle and deciding to bring Little Miss into our crazy life. Everything else requires thorough research, discussion, deliberation, pro/con lists, etc. I overthink everything. Absolutely everything. And while I'm pretty sure I've aged myself a bit for less than worthy reasons, I'm still doing pretty well, so no reason to change my practices now, right?

I'm telling you all of this so that you can appreciate how incredibly difficult what I'm about to do is for me. I am going to share baby girl's name with you. And honestly, I'm really nervous, because like I said, I haven't declared it publicly. Whenever I've shared it with anyone, I've prefaced it with, "I'm pretty sure it's going to be..." But the thing is, whenever I've pictured her during the last couple of years, her name has always been the same.

Ella.

The middle name is new, though. Harper. So there you go. Ella Harper Payne.

I say that Rihanna inspired me to blog about it because "Umbrella" came on, and Brittney and I have talked over the last year about how we can't wait to sing it to her. You know..."Umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh..." (I also can't wait to sing songs from "Cinderella" {the Disney movie, not the hair band}. I will figure out a way to make them work.) So I decided to put it out there in the universe and see how it felt. Feels pretty good so far, but I haven't hit "Publish Post" yet. We shall see how it goes...

Monday, November 15, 2010

All things new...

There are lots of (relatively) new things to talk about, but I haven't had time to write. That's new, for one. It's been a while, so I'll dive right in.

1. We bought baby furniture! I thought that having a girl would make it an easy decision, but it was just the opposite. I've gone back and forth for weeks about what kind of furniture I wanted, and last week, I finally narrowed it down to two choices. On Saturday, I took the bull by the horns and made a decision, ordering her crib, dresser and hutch. I'm in love with it, but I was in love with a lot, so hopefully I will stay happy with my decision. It should arrive in December, so I will put a picture up after it comes in. Now I just have to decide on the bedding...

2. Pictures! Kyle ended up going with me to take a few. I think he got tired of me crying about it and said that it obviously meant a lot to me. I thanked him through my heaving sobs (read previous post) and promised to make it as painless as possible for him. The photograher was amazing. She did our engagement pictures four years ago, so I knew she would be. I only hope our daughter is more photogenic than her mother. The photographer did a fantastic job - I just don't give her much to work with. My smile is really small; the wind killed my hair; in hindsight, I could have picked a better outfit. That's how it usually works, though. At least fo rme...

3. New job! Not for me, for Kyle. Two years ago, he left Fox Sports to go to the Atlanta Spirit (Atlanta Hawks and Atlanta Thrashers). On Monday, he will begin at Turner Sports, working for NCAA and NCAA.com. I'm beyond excited for him. Turner is one of those amazing companies that people spend years trying to get into. I was offered a position there a year ago, working in PR for Cartoon Network, and I chose to stay at the Aquarium. I love my job, but I still wonder sometimes if I made the right call. Kyle will never have those worries, because he always goes for it, and I love that about him. Plus, Turner offers daycare. Not just any daycare...it's a really, really amazing facility. Their waitlist, however, is more than a year. We are going to put our names on it, but Little Miss will have to go somewhere else for maybe 6 months-1 year. Which brings me to...

4. We found a daycare! It's a fantastic place with great people. When I talked to them on the phone a month ago, I knew it was my favorite. I tried to stay unbiased when we toured it, but after meeting the people and seeing the babies there, I knew that my first reaction was correct. Kyle agreed, and that pretty much solidified it for me. We toured several places, and by the end of the day, I had committed myself to taking a 30-minute detour in the morning and afternoon (on top of my 1-hour commute) to take her there. It's absolutely worth it.

5. Last thing. Little Miss has gotten big enough for everyone to feel her doing jazzercise now. She judo chopped the girls at work. It was one of the best moments ever. Their faces are absolutely priceless, and I'm simply overwhelmed every time. I can't wait until she gets here:)

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Batten down the hatches...

It has started. I was so proud of myself, and now, it's over. The streak has ended.

People kept asking me how I was doing "emotionally" during my pregnancy, i.e. mood swings, fits, etc. I was proud to report that I was doing just fine. Naturally, I'm a pretty emotional person, but even considering that, I've been incredibly even-tempered. No crying. No fits. No crying fits. Yeah...well...

Batten down the hatches, boys. Thar she blows.

That comment is also appropriate because it was written in reference to...all together now...a whale. And what am I if not a whale?  I can answer that for you...

A blob. An emotional blob. I've cried for the last three days. Sometimes with a purpose, sometimes without. I put a hole in Kyle's car door. That was a reason to cry. (Basically, when I was getting out of his car, I was in a big hurry because it was raining. I didn't notice that my seatbelt didn't go into place, so when I slammed the door shut behind me, the metal part of the seatbelt was sticking out in the perfect position and actually punctured the inside of the door. Yep. Made a nice hole in the Lexus. Let the sobbing commence.) I then cried EVERY time I recounted the story. The recounting was done twice because someone asked why I was crying, and that made me cry more.

Later, my sister asked me on the phone if everything was okay because I wasn't upbeat. Immediately, tears. Then sobbing. While driving. I later cried because my favorite winter coat wouldn't button. I cried because Kyle refuses, absolutely REFUSES, to do maternity pictures with me. Then I cried while trying to explain that the reason I was upset was because all of my pictures would look like I was an unwed expectant mother. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I would just like to have my husband in a few of them, but the other option is to not have any at all, which isn't really an option for me. Then I cried and had a meltdown because someone asked me what daycare we had decided on, and we still haven't toured any of them. We're going next week, but that was prompted by my meltdown. I cried because I hadn't folded the towels yet. I cried because I couldn't figure out what to have for dinner. And remember, this is just since Tuesday. Today is only Thursday. How does my emotional rollercoaster affect (no, not effect...I checked my AP Stylebook) my child, you might ask...

It's not. I'm pretty sure she's hanging out in there, doing her jazzercise, thinking, "This chick is CRA-zy. How did I end up with her?" Other than that, she is doing well. Doctor appointment on Wednesday confirmed that. Her heartrate was 160 bpm, which is a little higher, but the doctor said it's because she won't quit moving. Even right now, as I type, she's doing Zumba in there. Pretty fabulous. I think she's trying to remind me that I don't have anything to cry about, which I'm thankful for:)