Notes To My Beans

The day to day tales of my life with the beans

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Week 21: Whoa baby

Weight: 125ish
Symptoms: Squirming and rib tickling
Feeling: Pregnancy-wise, great.

So much for regular updates!

We had the anatomy scan last week and everything checked out perfectly. We had visual confirmation that it’s a boy. I think the term the tech used was “it looks like a turtle.” He still has my broad flat nose but may have the face shape of papaBeaner. We’ll have to wait a few weeks before we get confirmation on that one.

Going back a few weeks ago, I actually passed my first glucose test. I didn’t even fail a single number, which is crazy! And I won’t even pretend that I’m following the diet. Breakfast and lunch are pretty easy but since neither of us has the time to make dinner, it makes it difficult to follow the diet. And testing is a joke, unless I’m at the office. I’ll take another one in a few weeks and I’m sure I’ll get diagnosed at that point and then I can be more regimented.

Other than the bad attempt at the diet and the doctor appointment, I feel like I’ve been ignoring this pregnancy. It’s not that I feel like I’m doing bad things, I just feel like I’m not paying enough attention. I’ve been slacking with taking belly photos, we haven’t really discussed names, we haven’t tried to make room for this kid. The only thing I’ve done is bought a few warmer onesies since the bean didn’t have a need for them, being a summer baby and all. It’s like we’re already giving this kid a second child complex and he’s not even out yet!

Sooner or later we’ll get out butts in gear. But probably not until after the holidays.


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This morning I found myself a little overcome with emotions and I can’t explain why.

As I was waiting to board my ferry, I noticed a mother wrestling with her crying toddler trying to get him to walk with her to the ferry, which was leaving in a matter of seconds. And of course the kid wanted nothing to do with it.

I felt so overcome with sadness and then I saw he lost a shoe and it almost made me want to cry. Luckily someone found his shoe and returned it to the mother.

Now, I’m not sure why I felt so sad. I’m not exactly an empathetic person. I could easily blame the pregnancy hormones and maybe they did have a little too do with it. But I think even without the added hormones, I’d still feel the tugging of the heart strings for that mom.

You never think that 10 seconds scene is something you’ll go through when you’re dreaming about being a parent, but I know it’s something we’ve been through numerous times. And I can’t help but feel sorry for everyone involved. Just this morning, we went through a similar scene trying to get the bean dressed to go to grandma’s.

And then I become overwhelmed with emotion because I remember the bean. And I think about how much I miss him.

And then the little one growing inside me starts rolling around, trying to tell me that it doesn’t like being squished in my non maternity pants. And I realize that I’ll miss him too when I drop him off at grandma’s.

Maybe the woman and the crying toddler reminded me how much it sucks to be a working parent. It’s useless to complain about too much because it’s a reality that our family has to face.

But it doesn’t mean I can’t be sad about it every once in a while.

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Random pregnancy musings

I have to get back in the rhythm of writing my weekly updates. For now, I just wanted to share a few points.

Yesterday I worked from home because I had an OB appointment. My son tells my parents, “mommy home … go doctor … belly hurts.” How adorable I’d that?!

For the past 3 weeks I’ve been resisting buying a belly band for my work pants. I bought one last time, lost it shortly after buying it then found it after I gave birth. I thought my old one would turn up. Nope. So I bit the bullet and bought another one. If I don’t manage to lose it, I imagine I’ll get about 2 weeks worth of wear before I switch to maternity pants full time. But good lord, this belly band feels amazing!

Speaking of, I’ve been buying too much maternity clothes. I know it’s pointless spending a lot of money since this will be my last but I hate most of my old maternity clothes. The pants are too baggy or short and the tops seem too casual. I’m trying to give myself a limit but we’ll see how that goes to.

Everything else is going relatively well. I’m feeling better but the bean and work still take a lot out of me. Thankfully the butterBean is also doing well. I’m feeling little flutters which I’m about 85% sure is the baby. We can also hear him through the doppler and word is starting to get out.

Life is good.

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Week 12: Oh baby!

Weight: 113 lbs
Symptoms: Severe constipation
Attitude: Slowly coming out of the doldrums

I’m convinced my ickyness is caused by constipation. Last time, pregnancy made me more regular. Regular = happy, but tired mama. Nowadays, I’m bloated and feeling like crud — like there are bricks just sitting in my tummy making me feel super heavy. I tend to feel more crappy a night, as if all the food I’ve eaten throughout the day has been sitting in my stomach and staying put. It does get a little better when I remember to drink plenty of water and eat my veggies but both things are difficult to remember when I’m at working. So I’m taking advantage of the long weekend to clean out the pipes!

On to the less gross topics!

I had another visit at the OB’s office last week. I went through a lengthy medical history with the OB nurse. She informed me the earliest I can take my glucose test is 18 weeks. Not looking forward to failing that one. Then I got to see one of the OBs and more importantly, the butterBean. And butterBean is right! He’s already measuring a week over! Oops … maybe I should be sticking to the GD diet a little more closely. But I could clearly see hands and feet and ears. He was not liking that we were trying to sneak a peek at him – he kept shifting around and kicking as if to say we were interrupting his sleep. Already, he’s turning out to mp be much different than the bean. The bean was very cooperative and still during all of the ultrasounds. Hopefully this little guy learns to calm down!

NT scan is scheduled for next week. One more peek and then we won’t see him for another 8 weeks.

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Week 11: Isn’t It Suppose To Get Better?

Weight: 113lbs
Symptoms: Bloating, tiredness, indigestion, constipation
Attitude: Ugh

Sorry for the long absence. With work being busy and feeling like crap, I haven’t found a lot of free time to write. “Lucky” for me, my commute just doubled so now I found some free time.

Two weeks ago was my first appointment with the OB’s office. It was a short appointment, mainly for dating the pregnancy. No changes to my expected due date and we got to see the butterBean’s heart beating. I keep thinking that something bad had happened so it’s nice to get some reassurance.

I have a lengthier appointment tomorrow with the OB nurse and a quick check-up with the doctor. I’m sure that’s when I’ll get my prescription for the 3 hour glucose test. But that’s also when I’ll get my prescription for my NT scan, which should be in the beginning of September.

I also had an appointment with my endo. They changed my prescription for my hypothyroidism and gave me the diabetes lecture (my fasting sugars were high) and I have a follow up appointment in 2 months.

Other than that, I’ve been feeling like crap. My stomach likes to confuse me – I can rarely tell these days if I should eat cause I feel hungry but my stomach is so bloated that I couldn’t possibly fit anything in there. And the constipation!

I feel terrible feeling like this, especially given everything I’ve gone through to get here. Don’t get me wrong, I’d rather be stopped up than giving myself shots! But I have to vent somewhere!

I’ve got 2 weeks until this trimester is over. Hopefully it’ll breeze by and I won’t even remember how uncomfortable I’m feeling now.


Week 8: Tummy problems

Weight: 114
Symptoms: Occasional upset tummy, blocked up pipes
Attitude: Pretty awesome

I’ve been having tummy issues lately, which has thankfully been managed by eating smaller meals. It still makes me bloated but at least it’s a less painful experience.

Although I’ve been using it as an excuse to not eat dinner. Don’t worry, I’m not trying to diet! But sometimes I can’t resist my mom’s cooking. And when the bean doesn’t finish his dinner when I pick him up in the evening, I’ve been known to eat his and then grab seconds.

This would normally be fine but papaBeaner is making such an effort to help out and make dinner. And it’s not like it’s bad, it’s just if I eat both then my stomach will be in too much pain to go to sleep. First world problems, I know.

Today is my last appointment at my RE’s. I somehow set my alarm wrong and instead of waking up at 4:45, I woke up at 6:20. Ouch. It was a mad dash to get ready this morning and unfortunately papaBeaner also had to get to work early to sign up the bean for swimming lessons. So I arrived over an hour later than I normally would. Luckily it’s not a very busy day – I’ve been sitting here for 15 minutes and I’ve already done blood work. I’m predicting getting out of here by 7:45 which will make me pretty late for work. Double ugh.

But I’m hoping for good news, so I patiently wait.