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Monday, August 6, 2012

I Can Blog

Helloooooooo out there! its me, Jenna and I live in the middle of the Pacific Ocean and I havnt blogged in 6mos. oopsy.

I now use my iPhone for everything and I can't blog without pictures so it took me a long moment to download the blogger app. Super bummed I missed so many months sharing about sweet Ruby Sue and our not-so-new life in the islands. Can't believe we've been here over a year!!! I can't believe we have a 6mos old! This is just a test post but I promise to be back! Check out this cute toosh!

Thursday, February 23, 2012

2 Week Stats

Ruby Sue's first 2 weeks of life have flown! Phil and I have absolutely loved every second of it. Phil took the first week off of work. We had awesome family time and spent most of days in bed watching shows on the computer and hanging out with our sweet little girl. I loved those special days/nights. Phil went back to work Feb 13th and I had to figure out how to do life with little Ruby and it was thankfully pretty easy. I was surprised I had enough energy and courage to take her out on a few outings by myself after a few days. I had a few emotional moments missing home especially when sweet Myla Blue was born Feb 14th. Ruby is sad she doesnt get to meet her new cousin for a few months...boo! Our first 2 weeks we were blessed to have meals brought to us by our new church, Tradewind Communities and friends from Phil's work. That really allowed me to just focus on Ruby because Phil's dinners and lunches were taken care of.

Ruby Sue
-8lbs 11oz(born 7lbs 6oz)
-sleeping most of the day
-nursing 8times a day about every 2-3hrs, 4-5hrs in the night
-surprisingly sleeping most of the night partly in our bed and partly in bassinet
-likes to be worn in the Moby
-likes going on walks in her stroller
-very vocal. Always making sounds...some times she sounds more like a goat than a human.
-likes the bath
-only cries when I take to long to change her diaper when I'm getting ready to feed her.

-Healing well, still has annoying stitches
-final prego weight 172, 2 week weight 150(i think Dr's scale was off, mine said 152)
-always hungry
-feeling lucky to have a baby that likes to sleep in the night
-havn't felt stressed, exhausted or overwhelmed, yet.
-learning how to manage my day in 2-3hr segments and not try to squeeze to much in
-nightime routine is around 9pm-ish to 9am-ish
-brain still hasnt adjusted to the fact that I dont have to go back to work for a loooong time. I've had the same job for 4 1/2 years its weird to not be working! Keep thinking I'm on a short vacation and have to start work again on monday.
-sometimes misses Ruby Sue even though she might be a few feet away...very funny feeling

-working hard
-currently working days: leaving the house around 6 and coming home around 7
-eating twice a day
-learning new responsibilities at work
-better at burping Ruby than me
-addicted to Mad Men
-perfecting his BBQ skills
-sleeps fine through the night :-)

February 19-29 we are so lucky to have Grandma Nancy Sue with us.The last 4 days have been amazing! I love love having her here and her help has been so awesome! I feed the baby and she burps her, I cook and she cleans, she holds Ruby while I take an afternoon nap. Nancy requested a list of projects she can help with while she is here...so all those little things I havnt gotten to she is getting done. What a blessing! It will be interesting learning to run all my errands without that extra hand...I imagine I'll save them for the weekends when dad is home. :)

Monday, February 13, 2012

Welcoming Ruby Sue

We have been home from the hospital for a week and Phil started back at work today...so I guess its time I start a routine, this new routine includes getting back to blogging! Phil and I have both said this has been the best week of our lives. Welcoming little Ruby Sue into our lives has been an easy and amazing transition. We couldn't be happier or feel more blessed! Let me tell you what happened about a week ago........

Wednesday Feb 1st I was officially 37weeks preggo.
Thursday February 2nd we picked up our good friend Tiffany from the airport for a fun filled 4day vacation. We had previously made plenty of jokes that I would go into labor during her stay and because of her experience as a nurse she would have no problem helping us deliver the baby. We started off her visit with a traditional local style dinner of "plate lunch" and poke. It was Phil's last night of working nights and was handing over the responsibility of his crew to someone else and he joked at dinner if there was any night for him to have to miss work, that night would be the night. After Phil left for work I took Tiffany to KoOlina, the resort village a few miles from our house, for the sunset and a cocktail.

Throughout this time I felt like I was having more contractions than usual but not enough to raise any red flags. After sunset Tiff and I were both pretty tired and decided to head back to house for an early night to bed, but first I wanted to finish the very last thing on my "get ready for baby" to-do list and that was to buy a video camera... we left Target empty handed and prepared to research the web for a better deal since I had 3weeks, plenty of time, until my due date.We hit-the-sack at 9:00pm and I passed out. The 3 previous nights I hadn't slept for more than a few hours so I was looking forward to a good nights rest.

11pm, 2 hours later, I woke up to the feeling that I was peeing my pants. I jumped out of bed that was thankfully still dry, and ran to the bathroom. I had a giant gush into the toilet but I was still confused if it was pee or if my water was actually breaking. When I stood up I continued to gush. I slowly walked to our guest room shocked and confused and woke up Tiff, explaining to her that I think my water broke but I needed her to examine the fluid. We decided the pinkish tinted fluid on my bathroom floor was indeed amniotic fluid so she called her sister, also a nurse but specializing in labor&delivery for advice and I called Phil. I prepared myself before calling Phil that I needed to tell him gently as to not freak him out that I thought our baby girl was on her way...but to my surprise Phil was very calm, excited and his normal humorous self. I was the one slightly freaking out and still in shock that everything was happening not according to MY plan. Before allowing Phil to come home I sent him to the 24hr Walmart to buy a video camera. He called from Walmart to jokingly ask if the baby was "still in" and if Tiff wanted anything from McDonalds. ha ha ha. His humor was key to keeping me grounded. My next move was to get the car loaded but I had trouble focusing. Everything was packed and ready for the hospital but there were a few things that required last minute packing, Tiff was able to follow my detailed premade lists while I sat in the bathroom reflecting on what was happening and what was about to happen. I needed to talk to Jenn, my sister-in-law who's due date was about 1 week ahead of mine. It was 1am her time but I called both her and Pete until someone answered. Talking to Jenn calmed me down even more and we decided that Tiff would keep her updated on the event details and she would keep everyone else back at home updated. Phil finally got home with our newly purchased electronics and it was time for him to change so we could go. For some reason it was important to me that he changed into athletic clothes and out of his work clothes, he didnt want to and for some reason I got mad at him and slightly yelled at him that he needed to change. ha ha ha so weird that I was fixated on what he was wearing but he compromised with me and change into some shorts.

We loaded everything up in 2 cars to head to Kapiolani, in Honolulu about 18miles away. We calmly started the trek to the hospital when I realized the new video camera Phil just purchased did NOT include a memory card so back to Walmart we went. I stayed in the car while Phil went shopping and I managed to get a hold of Phil's mom, Nancy. She was due to fly out Feb 19th 3days before my due date and we had talked in detail about the birth and her important role as our doula/advocate. Her not accompanying us to the hospital made me sad and slightly worried but her always calming encouragement gave me confidence and I concentrated on every word of prayer she prayed over the phone. I had confidence that Phil and I, with Tiff's help were going to get the baby out naturally according to plan. Our trip to the hospital was fast, Phil luckily knew of the nightly road construction closures so we had no delays and made it to Kapiolani in record time. I had to make one more call, this one a little funny, before going into the hospital and that was to Jim Roe. It was his birthday and we had joked earlier that day that if I had the baby on his birthday he could name her and if I went into labor he would be the first that I would call. I still had enough of a sense of humor that I HAD to wake him up with the news.

12:30am walking from the truck to the hospital I unfortunately had another big gush and was leaking fluid everywhere. It was so uncomfortable walking from the parking garage to the hospital and then taking the elevator to triage and then waiting in the waiting room. I felt gross but Phil and Tiff kept the humor going requesting a diaper from the nurses, no diaper, but I did get a very nice pad to sit on.

We waited in triage for quite a while. The needed to test my fluid to make sure my water was really broken. Around 2:30am it was confirmed and I was officially admitted. It was a busy night for babies so as women who were further along in the labor process arrived I would get pushed back on the list for a room. Phil and I were fine hanging out in triage, I had no pain and barely felt my contractions. When the nurse finally arrived she hooked me up to monitors to monitor my contractions and the baby's heart rate and told me I had to stay in bed. Meanwhile Tiff was still in the waiting room and Nicci had arrived. They were allowed to come in once the Dr. met with me. I had no desire to stay in bed and kept asking if I could walk around... the oncall Dr told me no as to not risk the cord prolapsing. boo. Because of previously testing positive for Group B Strep they had to start me on antibiotics. The nurse attempted multiple times on each arm to put in my IV. I hated this...thank goodness for the local anesthetic!

After a few hours my contractions didnt pick up as fast as my OB had liked so she instructed over the phone to start me on pitocin. I was upset and fearful that all the stories I had heard of pitocin would come true and cause me to need an epideral. Because the triage was so busy I managed to skate by without the medicine a few more hours before making it to the labor/delivery room but my body still wasnt producing enough contractions.

Around 4am I finally got a room and they started pitocin. I was started at level 2 and requested they not turn it up every 30mins as per their protocol and requested to please let my body do what I trusted it was made to do. They honored this and increased slowly. By the end of labor I got up to 14. The crew was tired and did their best to nap knowing we were in for long day. At times I also tried to nap hoping to charge my batteries. I had packed some marathon gel that I tried eating every few hours out of fear I'd be one of those women who don't have enough enegry to push after a long labor... the gel was gross but it helped.

I had requested intermittent monitoring so I could stay mobile but being on pitocin they required the baby's heart be monitored the whole time. I refused to lay in the bed so I had about 4 feet of cord allowing me to stand next to the bed. I was frustrated to be hooked up to machines but accepted my small square of space to sit on the ball, lean on the rolling table thing or sway standing. I was super bummed to not be able to walk the halls and not use the massage shower.

My labor on pitocin was hard but I managed. I managed because of friends at home. I kept thinking about all the friends who had accomplished a natural childbirth and felt if they could do it then so could I. I managed because of beads on a bracelet made by friends and family at my baby shower. I clenched onto that bracelet during most of my hard labor and counted the beads and thought of my support team back at home.

I managed because of my baby girl waiting to come out. I had her little coming-home-dress in front of me so I could keep my mind on the joy that was coming. I managed with the support of Tiff and Nicci, knowing they were there to help Phil and I with whatever we need.ed. Tiff was a great advocate for us. Her nursing experience helped a ton. I managed mostly because of my husband. He absolutely blew my mind! I had confidence in him that he would do great during my labor but I had no idea how awesome he would do. He remained calm the whole time and always said the right thing and did the right thing. During heavy contractions we were a perfect team getting through them. Some positions we were in required him to hold all of my weight as I became a "limp noodle" after the contraction was done. He was sore the next day from working so hard. I am actually glad we didnt have a doula, it gave Phil and opportunity to step up to the plate and be exactly what I needed him to be. I'm more in love with him after his ability to get me through that terrible day of pain.

I had to wait until 1:30pm to be checked for the first time by my OB... and when she checked me I was very disappointed to find out I was 2cm dilated, 80% effaced and baby at a -2. It had been about 13hrs since my water broke and I was exhausted. I had worked so hard to get to 2 I thought there was no way I could make it another 13hrs on pitocin...

2 1/2 hrs passed and labor was hard and slow. I knew I needed to stop looking at the clock, I swore it was broken. Contractions were consistently 2mins apart and all I wanted was a short break to take a nap. I requested from the nurse they check me again because I needed encouragement and I was losing my mind...I had said "mind" but I meant my will to keep a natural birth. At this point I didnt even want an epideral...because that meant I still needed to push her out, I wanted a C-Section but wouldnt never say that out loud. 3:55pm the on call Dr checked me and once again I was deflated to find out I was only 2.5cm, 90% effaced and -1. Everyone kept encouraging me that this was good news but to me it meant many more hours of pain...

At this point Nicci was gone because she had to go to work and Tiff was tired. She too thought it would be hours so she went home to shower.

the next 3hours were intense....but I some how found this crazy zone that changed my once very vocal labor to a peaceful meditation. During contractions I tried my absolute best to relax and not fight the contraction...I kept "telling" my uterus If you can push her down, I can push her out. I found a breathing rhythm that helped me manage the pain and of course clenching to the bracelet and counting the beads encouraged me. This is also when the throwing up started. It was terrible throwing up during a contraction but it also felt good feeling her go down a little more each time. I spent the majority of these hours on the ball with Phil sitting on the bed behind me holding my weight up during the contraction then letting me sit on the ball to rest. I had so much pressure in my "downtown" during the contractions I couldnt sit but I was too weak to stand.

7:00pm I felt a crazy change in my body. It looked appealing to kneal on the bed, hugging the back of the bed and Phil behind me squeezing my hips. I could no longer access my peaceful zone and the pain was so intense I was almost frantic.. I kept it together but told Phil to call for the nurse because I thought I was getting the urge to push. The nurse brought in a DR and told me I was only 6.5cm 90% efaced and +1 station. I heard the nurse call my OB to give her an update and I could hear the Dr. tell her to update her on my progress in an hour. I slightly yelled at the nurse that I was not waiting for my Dr and that I knew the baby was coming. I told her I was going to push her out and she told me not to, I wasnt dilated enough enough I risked tearing my cervix and causing it to swell...but I couldn't control my body. At the peak of each contraction I felt my body pushing out the baby. I tried to control it the best I could. 20minutes later I told the nurse she had to check me again, this time she did it herself and I was 7.5cm so she called for the oncall Dr. and mine letting them know I was progressing fast. 13mins(7:43pm) later the On call Dr arrived and checked me and I was at 10cm, 100% effaced at +3. About this time Tiff finally made it back in time to grab the video camera. They tried to get me on my back and I refused. I laid on my right side with Phil behind me. They hadn't given me permission to push yet so I continued to fight the urge but couldnt control the work my body was doing on its own. The team busted in and got the room ready as fast as they could. Between contractions my strange brain needed to meet the new Dr, Dr. Lum(sp?) and I had to explain to her my birth plan. She probably thought I was crazy but I did not want them to mess up my carefully typed out plan. ha ha ha. From all my movement the werent able to get a good heart reading on the baby and when they finally found it her heart rate was too low for their liking so for the first time the Dr. gave me the goahead to push and told me to push as hard as I could. She told me to pull up my legs but I couldnt. Phil held me in a cradle position and I wrapped my hands around his neck. So with the next contraction I was finally able to give pushing some of my own effort and with the loudest mama bear scream I had in me I pushed through the "ring of fire" and at 7:54pm, 11mins after the Dr. checked me, she shot out of my body head and shoulders all at once. It was the best feeling pushing her out. After many many hours I finally was in control of something and knowing it was up to me now it almost felt "good" pushing.

A chubby little baby covered in gunk was placed on my chest and I wasn't in awe like I thought I would be or instantly attached like I thought I was supposed to be... I was in shock and confused. I was distracted that the bad day was finally over with and confused that pushing was so fast and "easy". Once I calmed down from pushing her out I was looking at a tiny face that I had never seen before, she was a stranger that I hadn't met and I needed to introduce myself.

Looking up at Phil I saw tears streaming down his face and it was slowly settling into my brain that this was OUR baby, the baby I've been waiting for for 9months and the baby I've been wanting for years.

She was healthy and she was perfect. I couldn't believe she was on my chest and I couldnt believe for 3 weeks early she looked so chubby.

Phil cut the cord once it stopped pulsing as I instructed the on-call Dr. before I pushed her out, and the nurse immediately helped me try to nurse.

They let me have about an hour with her before taking her to get cleaned up. Hospital protocol required a 2hr monitoring of the baby... I was mad but Phil calmed me down.

I was so surprised when my 3week early baby was not a tiny skinny little thing. I for sure thought she would be in the 6lb range MAX. But she came out a very healthy weight. I can't imagine how big she would have been if I carried her to 40weeks!

My OB missed the birth. I was fine with it. As some might already know I didnt like my OB. She treated me like a "patient" and not a "person" and Im pretty sure she doubted I could deliver my baby med-free. She made it in time to stitch me up and her attitude toward me completely changed. All of a sudden we were good friends and she kissed both Phil and I in congratulations. I didnt care that she missed the birth and I accidentally told the nurse and the on call Dr. a few times during my contractions that I didnt like my OB and I didnt want her to come. ha ha ha

The baby at this point didnt have a name. I wasn't ready to commit until things settled down. It took a few hours to get me stitched up(2deg tear) and cleaned up and wheeled up to my recovery room. The Dr. was concerned about the amount of blood I lost so I had to stay on pitocin through the night and next morning to make sure my uterus continued to contract. SO ANNOYING! By the time we got settled in to our room 11pm my baby was back.

Phil had wanted to name the baby Ruby Sue for months and after meeting her I agreed Ruby Sue fit. She would be named after our bestfriend Ruby. Someone we both admire and respect. We hope our Ruby is as hard working, thoughtful, creative, adventurous and loving as her auntie.

Our first night together as a family in the hospital I couldnt sleep. It had been 2days since I had slept but all the endorphins had me wide awake. I wanted to hangout with my baby and continue to get to know her. Phil was exhausted and passed out immediately. Our first night in the hospital he slept for 12hours! Not sure how he could sleep through people constantly coming in and out of our room. I wasnt tired but I was starving! I couldnt eat enough or fast enough. Holding the baby in one arm and trying to eat with the other wasnt working so I started to eat my hospital turkey dinner with my hands. ha ha ha. It was soooo good! I was surprised at how hungry I was and as of today the hunger hasnt stopped! Pretty sure I'm eating more than Phil.

I didnt allow Ruby to sleep in her plastic hospital bassinet, she had to be in my arms the whole stay. I had to touch her and know that she was breathing.

I also attempted to nurse every 2hours and I was strict about it. I was determined that little Ruby would learn to latch. Nursing was one of the things I was scared about, maybe more than delivery. I think it is so important so I wanted to make sure we got-it-down-pat before we left the hospital. My OB didnt allow us to check out early. We had to stay the full 48hrs post partum, so thats a total of 3 nights in the hospital. This gave us extra time with the nurses and a great lactation consultant. A very funny lady who was very comfortable with her breasts and mine. Its amazing after giving birth Im now 100% comfortable with my body. I had prepared myself to be disappointed by the hospital but to my surprise I loved being there! The mostly filipino nurses at Kapiolani were outstanding and I grew to love them. They were that maternal presence I needed. I felt like a queen. They catered to my every need and at times I felt bad asking for things but they were just so happy to serve. The food wasnt terrible as I had expected. I had so much fun filling out the order form for my meals and allowed myself to have whatever I wanted.

Phil changed his first poopy diaper and did awesome!

We had a few visitors in the hospital.

Tiff and Nicci brought us lunch from my favorite mexican restaurant Saturday, and Sean and Jessica our new pastor and his wife came to meet Ruby Saturday night. I didnt have the energy to call people for some reason but did manage to facetime Jenn in the delivery room, post delivery and Ruby Saturday night.

Sunday afternoon we were cleared to leave the hospital. When we were finally all packed up and driving out of the garage I started crying. It was kind of a weird cry. I was sad to leave the hospital and the great care I was getting and I was going to miss my nurses. I was also crying because everything was DONE, Phil and I were finally driving home with our baby and it was a crazy feeling. We were on our own to take care of a tiny little girl.

And now my new life starts. My new life as a mom. Its an incredible feeling and I already feel like she is growing so fast.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Halfway Done!

I am finally LOVING pregnancy. I'm 20weeks today and I feel almost 100% normal. I'm celebrating the fact that I haven't had my head in a toilet for over a month! I have a ton of energy and so does our baby girl, I feel her kick all the time now. I started feeling flutters at 16weeks and the last 2weeks she has been kicking somewhat on schedule. Phil got to feel her for the first time last night during her "evening session". So special.

Sleeping is starting to get interesting. I'm already having trouble getting comfortable and waking up twice a night to use the bathroom, (I think this is too much for only 20weeks). Phil doesn't seem to have a problem sleeping through my tossing and turning. I really want to upgrade our queen to a king and get one of those giant maternity pillows.

I bought my first maternity dress, I still fit in most of my clothes but it was fun to go shopping. Strangers are finally asking me if I'm pregnant. I'm also noticing people being nicer to me... I can live with this! At first I was embarrassed and a little prideful, "I don't need help!" but now its kinda fun and actually starting to be necessary.

I've had the "pregnant waddle" for a while. My balance is fine I've just had terrible hip pain since 11weeks that causes me to limp. I'm glad I finally have a belly to go with the waddle, before I just looked stupid. My hips wont allow me to run anymore, I wasn't the best runner anway, but I try to make it to the gym at least 3times a week for zumba or the elliptical. Im trying to workout as much as I can while I can... a friend who is a few weeks ahead of me has warned me the third trimester is slightly miserable.

I've got lots of little nursery projects and lots of good reading to do. Darling Miss Charlotte mailed me some great books:

1.Real Food
For Mother and Baby
I remember Ruby reading the book Real Food when we were roommates, she taught me a lot of great things about the benefits of eating REAL FOOD, now the same author has more insight on "eating for two" and "baby's first foods".

2.Ina May's Guide To Childbirth
I've been fortunate enough to witness 3 natural childbirths and I hope to deliver our sweet girl INTERVENTION FREE! Obviously I am keeping an open mind. I've had friends who have been lucky enough to not need intervention and have had those that had no choice. I'm not going to freak out if I can't have a natural birth but its my goal. The same day I got Ina May's book I saw her on tv. Phil and I watched the documentary called, The Business of Being Born. I can see how this film might scare some people but I felt very encouraged at the end.

Phil is working a LOT. He worked 76 hours last week. I miss my guy and I spend a lot of time alone but for some reason I'm not completely freaking out. I have always been an extrovert and needed people around me constantly but lately I've been content working on my projects and resting. When I get antsy I remind myself that in February when I am no longer able to sleep when I want I'll miss these "boring days alone". Other than my nursery projects reading and working out I've also decided to start baking bread...TODAY. Beka emailed me a great recipe so I'm going to try it out for dinner. I've never liked baking because I dont follow recipes. wish me luck!

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Beginings Of A Nursery

First thing...pick out a crib. I decided I want neutral gray walls with a white crib. I plan on transfering our kids from the crib to a twin and skip the toddler bed so the 4-in-1 cribs aren't necessary(they all turn into doubles, havn't seen any that turn into twins have you?)

I like this clean "box shape". nothing fancy about it, just clean.

Another box shaped crib that I love because of the extra storage. Our little girl's room is TINY. I need to get creative with storage.

I also really like the old school cribs... very simple and small, good for a tiny nursery.

I knew I wanted simple solid gender neutral baby bedding. My goal is to buy nice bedding once and use it for each babe(genius idea executed by Jenn). I had this picked out before I knew the gender.(babybedding.com) Gray walls, organic red bedding and simple gender specific accents that can be replaced if our next baby is a boy.

Deciding on the "girl" accents was hard. My original theme is no longer on www.fabricworm.com so I decided today to just buy something and stick with it. I'm happy with what I decided. VERY LIMITED PINK! My mom and grandma were a little disspapointed with how much I dislike the idea of PINK EVERYTHING :-) but they are good sports. They almost died when I said "red and gray nursery" but I think with this post they'll get the idea. I ordered this bundle, one yard of each. I'll figure out a way to make curtains, accent pillows, wall art... little things to make it feel like a baby girl's room. I need all my talented sewing friends to come over and help me!

I can finally feel my baby! Its a crazy feeling. She is very busy, I feel lots of "flutters" everyday. I can't wait until Phil can feel her.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011


I'm officially 17weeks and carrying a baby girl!!!

Yesterday we found out the sex of our baby! Phil had a meeting and couldnt come with me so we compromised and had the tech conceal the gender in an envelope for Phil and I to open when he got home from work.

The ultra sound experience was amazing and surprisingly stressful. I was sent to a fetal diagnostic clinic, not my regular doctor. As I sat in the waiting room I started getting anxiety. I knew finding out the gender was going to be exciting but I also knew this is when I would find out if our baby has all of its major organs, 2 legs, 2 arms, no cleft pallet and a strong heart. Dr. Chun the comedian/MD let me know our "kid was a winner". He also let me know I'm going to spend the next 20years not in charge of my life. I can't even express how thankful I am that little ching-ling so far is growing as she should. I'm starting to understand what most mom's already do, "having kids is like having your heart walk around outside of your body," my little babe is still IN my body but I am not in control of her development... I can eat healthy, sleep, exercise, read all the baby crud but there is so much out of my control! I'm not used to this.

Finding out we are having a Miss Ching sorta feels like I found out I am pregnant all over again! It is so much more real now! A baby girl! "I'm going to have a daughter, " it just sound weird when I say it out loud. I looked at baby clothes today but I didnt allow myself to buy anything...for some reason its still so surreal.

We got a dvd with photos and 4 short videos. For some reason blogger wont let me upload more than one...look how cute and WEIRD/alien but still cute she looks! Streeeeeeeetching and grabbing her ears. I've watched these over and over!

I guess we have to start saving for a wedding!

Monday, August 29, 2011

Heatbeat, Vomit and Guests

Today Phil and I got to hear little Ching's heart beat! It was a beautiful little sound! We scheduled our gender appointment for Sept 12th. SO SOON!!!!

My pregnancy has been a roller coaster. First trimester was miserable. My morning sickness was all day long. I couldn't see, smell or eat food. 90% of the food I ate I would throw up...there was this terrible mental battle if I eat I get sick, if I don't eat I'll get more sick. As person who loves to cook food, read about food, write about food and watch t.v. shows about food I was stuck in an 8week depression force feeding myself peanut butter toast.

One of these depressing evenings Phil decided to have a left over pork chop as a late night snack. The smell of his little snack sent me straight to the bathroom to up-chuck the minimal substance in my body. Phil came in to bring me water and then the smell on his breath initiated a 2nd round of heaving. I went straight to bed. When I felt Phil crawl in next to me there was a strong smell of peanut butter. I asked him why he smelled like peanut butter and he said, "babe I ate a spoonful of peanut butter instead of brush my teeth so I can sleep next to you". ha ha ha very sweet and SMART!

I'll be ending my 15th week on Wednesday and I'm still battling nausea. This time its only at night and happens when I eat too late or get too tired. I struggle grocery stores. The smells are too strong, I usually end up grabbing a plastic produce bag and hold it as my vomit-exit strategy.

I don't think I've had too many hormonal moments... I find myself snapping at Phil when I get hungry, I realize how unreasonable I am and quickly apologize. Phil is good at handling me...he never takes anything personally.

I don't think I'm showing yet, I just look bloated. My clothes still fit but feel most comfortable in stretchy dresses...good thing I live in Hawaii. I'll be wearing stretchy dresses everyday!

We had an amazing week with Abby and Denny. It confused my brain to have them here then have them leave. I felt like I got a little piece of home back and then it was torn out of my hands! ha ha ha. ok i dont need to be so dramatic. I'll let A&D blog about their trip.

This is what we do on the weekends. We set up shop and chill at the beach. Im looking forward to all of our upcoming guests!