Clever Announcement Ideas?

Ok momma’s and someday momma’s… I need some help!  Especially from you clever gals out there!

Next week is July 4th, and we plan to announce our pregnancy to the rest of the family at dinner that day.   While I’m still anxious about telling people, I want it to be somewhat special and memorable and not just, “Hey, we’re pregnant.”

So here’s where you come in…. I need some good, unique, and fun announcement ideas!  I’d like to incorporate the 4th of July somehow.  I’ve already heard the picture idea a million times {you know, get everyone together for a pic, then instead of saying, “Say cheese!” You say, “Say K is pregnant!” and capture everyone’s reaction.}  It’s not out of the running, but I’d like some more ideas to choose from.

I found a t-shirt online that says This Little Firecracker is Due in July which I thought was cute, and would be funny to see how long anyone paid attention to my t-shirt.  Obviously I’m not due in July, but after scouring the interwebs, there are no t-shirts that say that a little firecracker is due in January.  So that one I would have to make.  {Although I did find a tee on café press that just says Little Firecracker on it… all I would have to add is some iron on letters underneath that says Due in January.}

I’m open to food ideas, as long as its something unique and not just a cake with pink and blue food coloring.

I’m actually open to any and all ideas, so send them my way!  I know it sounds like I’m being picky, but I just want it to be memorable and perfect! 🙂


Baby Nugget – 13 Weeks!

Did someone say second trimester?!  Holy crap!  This is a pretty big milestone for me.  I can’t say that I’m completely calm and free of worry, but it feels good to cross over into the so called “safe zone.”  A lot happening this week, but I’m just giving a quick update for now and will try to get on with blogging the good stuff this weekend!

Your baby is the size of a peach!  She’s about 2.9 inches long and weighs about .81 ounces, and – proportion-wise – her head’s now about one-third the size of her body (remember…it used to be about half the size of her body!).  Even though she’s still teeny, she already has fingerprints.  And this week, her vocal cords are forming.

How far along? 13 weeks…Hello, 2nd trimester!!

Total weight gain:  -4lbs.

Maternity clothes? Nope.

Stretch marks?  No new ones. Ha!

Sleep:  Still pretty restless at night.  Up and down a lot to pee.

Best moment this week:  My announcement at work and the reaction I got.  More on that in a later blog 🙂

Miss Anything? Things I’m missing out on, not because I’m pregnant, but because I’m pregnant and because of my HISTORY. More explanation on that later, too.

Movement:  Not for a long while I imagine.

Food cravings: I’m still craving Olive Garden.  All I can think about is cheese ravioli and breadsticks.

Anything making you queasy or sick: A lot of my nausea has subsided.  But I started throwing up randomly last week, and that’s still going on.  Sometimes smells trigger it.

Gender prediction: No strong feelings one way or the other. As long as its healthy, I’m happy!

Labor Signs:  No, thank you.

Symptoms:  Fatigue, sore boobs, vomiting, bloat, and most things smell TERRIBLE. Pretty sure I’ve been having some round ligament pain, as well.

Belly Button in or out?  In.  I have a pretty chunky belly, so I imagine it’ll stay.

Wedding rings on or off?  They fit.

Happy or Moody most of the time:  Pretty happy.  And tired.

Looking forward to:  Did have plans this weekend for an out of town concert with some friends, but hubby is worried about baby nugget and I traveling so far away from him and our doctor.  I know I’m not made of glass, but considering my history I just don’t want to take any chances.  Anything could happen at any time, anywhere.  But hubby would feel better and I think I would too if I weren’t 3-4 hours away for 2 days if/when it did.  Maybe we are being too paranoid.  But there will be other concerts. And, I made plans with my gal pal, M, for pedicures and Olive Garden Saturday, and that I am definitely looking forward to 🙂

Next appointment:  July 9th.  Should be almost 15 weeks! Can’t wait!

Late Update! Baby Nugget – 12 weeks!

I haven’t had much time to blog lately, so I’m a little behind.  Here’s a quick week 12 update!

Your baby is the size of a plum!  The average fetus at week 12 is 2.1 inches long and .49 oz.  Now that he’s got pretty much all his parts, his main job is to keep on growing.  While he’s doing that, he is also developing his reflexes — if you poke your belly, he’ll likely move, and he’s opening and closing his fingers and curling his toes.

How far along? 12 weeks (WOW!)

Total weight gain:  -5lbs (as of last week)

Maternity clothes? Nope.

Stretch marks?  No new ones. Ha!

Sleep:  Pretty restless at night.

Best moment this week:  Quality time with my hubby.

Miss Anything? Nah.

Movement:  Not for a long while I imagine.

Food cravings: Pasta.  Carbs in general.

Anything making you queasy or sick: I’ve had a drippy nose lately, and a lot of mucous is draining into my throat, which gags me and makes me throw up 😦

Gender prediction: No strong feelings one way or the other. As long as its healthy, I’m happy!

Labor Signs:  No, thank you.

Symptoms:  Fatigue, sore boobs, morning sickness/afternoon sickness/evening sickness….basically ALL DAY SICKNESS, bloat, and most things smell TERRIBLE. Frequent urination. Not as much nausea, but I have started throwing up randomly.

Belly Button in or out?  In.  I have a pretty chunky belly, so I imagine it’ll stay.

Wedding rings on or off?  They fit.

Happy or Moody most of the time:  I am happy and queasy!

Looking forward to:  Weekend away at a mountaintop cabin with the hubs!

Next appointment:  July 9th.  Should be almost 15 weeks!



First OB Appointment, Paranoia, & Baby Nugget – 11 Weeks!

Whew.  A lot to catch up on.  Let’s get started.

My first OB appointment with Dr. L was on Tuesday.  It was good, if not uneventful compared to my trips to the RE.  Unfortunately its a pretty busy office and you can usually expect a long wait, whereas at the RE’s we were usually always called back within 5 minutes, and definitely no longer than 10.  Hubby doesn’t do well waiting for long periods of time.  He’s almost like a small child in that way.  It’s a little annoying, and by the end of our appointment I was threatening that he was never coming with me again.

The first thing we did was pay our deposit and set up our payment schedule for the next five months.  Holy moly, Baby Nugget’s payments are more than my car payment!  Now, all this is based on our due date, which is now January 1st.  I’ve already met my deductible for the year.  But if we deliver on January 1st or later, I have to pay next year’s deductible.  So basically if we can have this baby on December 31st, we’ll save $1500.  I mean, who knows what will happen between now and then…we may go early, we may go late.

I was finally called back and they weighed me, took my blood pressure, made me pee in a cup, and then made me undress completely.  Apparently I’m a little overdue for my pap, so they decided I could go ahead and do that also since I was there.  Yay.  I just LOVE surprise pap smears!  They also gave us a goodie bag full of magazines, diapers, formula, breast milk containers, and a trimester by trimester planner.

When Dr. L came in he was pretty excited.  He almost couldn’t believe that I had gotten pregnant so fast.  We talked a little bit about what meds and things Dr. P had me on (I feel like Follistim was the missing piece for me), and I told him that we were lucky after our 1st IUI.  He gave me a due date of January 1st based on my last period and IUI date, which could change depending on how Baby Nugget is measuring down the road.  After my pap, he told me not to freak out but my cervix may bleed just a little and that it was completely normal.  To which I replied, “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!”

After that he got out the Doppler so we could check Baby Nugget’s heart beat.  After looking for a while, I was beginning to get nervous.  It’s hard to find on the Doppler sometimes when you’re so early, and if the baby is laying a certain way also.  I carry most of my weight in my belly, so I wondered if the extra belly fat was making it hard to find as well, although Dr. L would never say so.  Regardless, we couldn’t find it with the Doppler and I was starting to get very nervous.  Dr. L was sure everything was fine, but said he wasn’t about to send me out of there for a month without me know that the baby was ok.  So we were told to sit tight and wait for the ultrasound tech to come get us.

Heather showed up to get us.  She’s done plenty of ultrasounds on me in the past, and was excited to hear that things were going so well for us.  She took us to a room that I’ve never been to with a pretty old school ultrasound machine setup.  She told me to go ahead and get on the bed.  I looked around.  There was nowhere for me to undress like the regular ultrasound rooms they have.  She just stood there waiting for me, and hubby was sitting in the corner.   There was a stack of sheets on a table to cover your bottom half with so I guessed she just wanted me to go ahead.  I mean, she’s seen me naked plenty when she was probing me in the other ultrasound room.   So I kick off my shoes and have my pants halfway down to my knees before she says, “Oh, no, we’re just going to do it on your belly.”   Uhh…oh, ok.  Let me just put my pants back on.   A little embarrassing?  Yes.  Comical?  Of course.  I apologized for the strip tease and we all laughed as I jumped on the table, fully clothed.

She explained that this was the old, OLD ultrasound machine that they used when they are backed up.  Tuesday’s are pregnant lady days, so they were pretty busy.  We were just checking for the heartbeat, so this machine would do.  The picture was super fuzzy, especially since my bladder wasn’t full like its supposed to be for abdominal ultrasounds.   But we could make out a fuzzy little Nugget wiggling around on the screen.   As usual, Nugget was moving those arms and legs like crazy, which could have made it hard to find on the Doppler as well.   We couldn’t hear the heartbeat on this machine, but we could see it.  She told me it was 146bpm.  I’m not sure if she had to count that or if the ghetto machine told her that.  I  was a tiny bit concerned that it was 178 the week before and now it was 146.  She told me it was completely normal.  The heartbeat starts out a little low, then peaks around weeks 8-10, getting up to sometimes the 180’s, then begins to come down a little bit.  Anything between 120 and 160 is normal, and she assured me it was a perfectly healthy heartbeat.  Of course, I’m always paranoid, so…

Dr. L said he would see me back in a month.  Like any other normal pregnant woman.  It feels kinda nice to be on a normal schedule, but at the same time my weekly checkups helped keep me sane.  How can I go 4 weeks without seeing Nugget or hearing it’s heartbeat?  At one point the worry had subsided a little.  Now it’s back full force.

An example of my paranoia:

Dr. L asked me if the morning sickness was going away, to which a replied a very enthusiastic NO.  I told him Dr. P was a little stingy with the Zofran, so Dr. L gave me another script for some, saying that it was perfectly safe to take and to take it whenever I needed it.  So I’ve been a little more generous with the Zofran this week.  And it really does make me feel better.  Much better.  But when I’m not feeling sick, its makes me a little nervous.  Does that mean something is wrong with Baby Nugget?  As long as I’m sick I know Baby Nugget is kicking around in there.  Stupid logic, I know.  I don’t know what I’m going to do when the morning {all day} sickness finally goes away.

I’ve thought about buying a fetal Doppler to have at home.  But then I’m afraid that I won’t be able to find the heartbeat and then I’ll be an even bigger basketcase than I already am.  I’ve read that they are pretty tricky to use and a lot of women don’t have much luck with them.  Does anyone have one/ever used one?  What kind or brand do you recommend?

Ok, let’s get on with this Nugget update.  It’s a little late this week, but better late than never!


Baby is the size of a lime!  Your fetus is about 1.6 inches long, and she’s got about a 1:1 head-to-body ratio.  She now weighs in at about .25 ounces.  By week 11, her tooth buds, hair follicles, and nail beds are forming.  Her skin is see-through, but she’s on her way to looking more like a baby.  Her fingers and toes aren’t webbed any more, and she’s moving fluidly and gracefully in there, even through you can’t feel it.

How far along? 11 weeks

Total weight gain:  -5lbs as of earlier this week.  They may have changed since I pigged out on Olive Garden last night. Thank you, Zofran!

Maternity clothes? Nope.

Stretch marks?  No new ones. Ha!

Sleep:  I haven’t been sleeping well this week.  But I want to!

Best moment this week:  First OB appointment and being treated like a regular pregnant woman.

Miss Anything? Nah.

Movement:  Not for a long while I imagine.

Food cravings: I’d been craving Olive Garden salad and breadsticks and finally got it last night!

Anything making you queasy or sick: If I don’t eat for a while or let myself get too hungry.  Smells seems to a big trigger this week.  A stinky patient at work made me hurl Thursday.

Gender prediction: No strong feelings one way or the other. As long as its healthy, I’m happy!

Labor Signs:  No, thank you.

Symptoms:  Fatigue, sore boobs, morning sickness/afternoon sickness/evening sickness….basically ALL DAY SICKNESS, bloat, and most things smell TERRIBLE.

Belly Button in or out?  In.  I have a pretty chunky belly, so I imagine it’ll stay.

Wedding rings on or off?  They fit.

Happy or Moody most of the time:  I am happy and queasy!

Looking forward to:  Being able to announce our big news.  Next week may be the week for the girls at work.

Next appointment:  July 9th.  Should be almost 15 weeks!

Baby Nugget – 10 Weeks

TEN WEEKS!!!!!  Oh. Em. Gee.

A lot of things have happened this week.  Some good, some bad.  Some that I should classify as good, but…let’s just say I’m having a hard time.  We won’t be covering all that in this post.  Expect  a nice juicy post this weekend, though!

Monday was my 3rd {and final!} ultrasound with the RE.  Dr. P got Mr. Wand out and started poking around and immediately let us know how happy he was with how Baby Nugget is progressing.  He pointed out the spinal cord, which was the main development he was looking for this week. {My baby has a spinal cord! How cool is that?!}  Then we heard that beautiful heartbeat again….178bpm this time!  Strong as ever!  Then Dr. P said, “Ok, now let’s take some fun pictures,” and began poking and prodding again.  What happened next was the absolute most AMAZING thing that I have ever seen.  EVER.  It moved.  My baby moved.  It’s little stubby arms and legs were flailing around like crazy, and we could see it, clear as day, on the screen.  There are just no words.  But there were tears.  Pretty awesome day.

After that Dr. P informed that he was done with me.  There’s no more for him to do, so he asked, “Who’s going to deliver the baby?”  Um…what?  It took me a moment to answer.  Because while I know the answer, I didn’t fully comprehend the question.  I’ve never thought about delivering a baby.  I’ve never thought about anything past today.  All I’ve ever focused on is keeping this baby alive, today.  I haven’t even let myself dream of the day that I actually deliver the baby.  But as of now, its looks like we are well on our way to a January delivery.  And while I’m always a little paranoid, I’m absolutely elated.

So I gave Dr. P Dr. L’s name, and he smiled and complimented our choice.  He told us congratulations again and told me to make sure we keep them all updated.  Then Hubby thanked the doc, and said, “We may be back for another one.”  After signed my release papers so they could send my records to Dr. L, we walked out of the RE’s office and made the 2 hour drive for the last time.  It’s a little bittersweet.

So I called to make my first OB appointment, which is set for Tuesday the 11th.  The girl at the front desk was an idiot {and obviously new} and took forever to pull up my name in the computer, let alone make the stupid appointment.  The very next day I had a voicemail from Dr. L’s office when I went to lunch.  It was Diane, one of Dr. L’s nurses.  She said, “Hey girl, I don’t need anything. I just got your records from Tulsa and just wanted to tell you congratulations and we’re all excited to see you Tuesday!”   And that was it.  How cool is that?  I mean, I kid around sometimes, and I like to say that I’m a “special” patient at that office.  And its true, pretty much everyone there knows me because I’ve been so often in the last 2 1/2 years.  But its pretty amazing to hear that they’re all still rooting for me and haven’t forgotten about me since I moved on to the RE.  I might have an unhealthy relationship with my OB’s office…. haha!

Ok, let’s get on with this update!


Baby is the size of a prune!  Now, he’s about 1.2 inches long and weighs about .14 ounces.  His body length will almost double in the next three weeks.  At week 10, baby has working arm joints, and his cartilage and bones are forming.  His vital organs are fully developed, and they’re starting to function.  His fingernails and hair are starting to appear too.  Can you believe it?!

How far along?  10 weeks

Total weight gain:  -4lbs.  Again, not trying but the morning sickness is taking its toll!

Maternity clothes? Nope.  But love me some yoga pants!

Stretch marks?  No new ones. Ha!

Sleep:  Can’t get enough of it!  I’ve been a little restless at night this week.  I wake up really hot and have to turn the AC down to frostbite level.

Best moment this week:  Seeing my baby MOVE on the ultrasound!

Miss Anything? Energy.

Movement:  Not for a long while I imagine.

Food cravings:  Peach Crush Soda. I’ve been wanting some ice cream this week, but still haven’t got any.

Anything making you queasy or sick:  Anything and everything.  Riding in the car for long periods of time.  If something is moving a lot on the TV screen.  The smell of almost anything cooking.

Gender prediction: No strong feelings one way or the other. As long as its healthy, I’m happy!

Labor Signs:  No, thank you.

Symptoms:  Fatigue, sore boobs, morning sickness/afternoon sickness/evening sickness….basically ALL DAY SICKNESS, bloat, occasional lightheadedness, and most things smell TERRIBLE.  Constipation vs. Diarrhea…my body can’t make up its mind! Sorry, TMI!

Belly Button in or out?  In.  I have a pretty chunky belly, so I imagine it’ll stay.

Wedding rings on or off?  They fit.

Happy or Moody most of the time:  I am happy and queasy!

Looking forward to:  My first OB appointment!

Death and Tragedy



This is going to be a very sad post.  {Don’t worry, everything is fine with Baby Nugget so far!}

Yesterday I woke up to a very normal day.  It was Friday, finally!  After a long 3 day weekend, my 4 day work week seemed much longer than it actually was.  I was tired.  Exhausted, really.  It takes a lot of effort nowadays to get myself out of bed {plus the morning sickness is in fact much worse in the mornings than it is any other time of the day}.  This had been a particularly busy week and I was extra tired and extra glad it was Friday.

So I finally got up and got cleaned up like normal.  At around 6:30am I was sleepily applying some makeup to my face while Chelsea Lately played on the TV in the background, pretty much right on track with my normal morning routine.  I had no idea that at that exact same time, someone I’m very close to’s life was drastically changing and turning upside down.  So I finished putting on my mascara, threw on my scrubs, grabbed a pop tart out of the cabinet, and headed out the door at around 7:06am.

I got to work early, as usual, because I have to leave so early to beat the traffic from all the construction on the interstate.  So I sat in the break room and ate my pop tart and grumbled about how glad I was it was Friday.  I mean, really, the only things I had to complain about were being tired and exhausted and nauseous, which are all things caused by this beautiful miracle that I hope and pray is still growing inside me everyday.

So I suck it up and get to work.  The doors to the clinic open and all of our surgery patients from yesterday are here for their post-ops exams today.  The first half hour or so is pretty hectic and fast paced as we try to get all these patients in.  Then the normal rush of patients resumes.  Just a normal Friday in my books.

Close to 9:00, I saw a set of blue surgical scrubs walking down the hall of the clinic.  It was M, one of the scrub techs that works in our surgery center.  On Fridays a plastic surgeon uses our surgery center and they had cases today, so I was surprised to see her over here in the clinic.  But I smiled as she walked towards me and said, “Hi, M!”

She did not smile back.  She finished walking towards me, almost with purpose it seemed now, and she grabbed my hand.  “I need you guys to be thinking about A today,” she said immediately.

A is another girl that works in the surgery center.  She and I are good friends.  Not just work friends, but outside of work friends.  We hang out.  We have girls’ nights.  We go to dinner, movies, we have a standing date every year to go to this silly haunted corn maze at Halloween.  We have plans to attend a concert together 3 hours out of town this month…the same one hubby doesn’t want me going to now since I’ll be toting around Nugget as well.  The point is, we aren’t just work friends.  We’re real life friends.

The next words out of M‘s mouth were, J was killed this morning.”

J is A‘s husband.

At first I looked at her and didn’t really comprehend what she said.  “No,” I said. “What?? No…”  She confirmed I had heard correctly and gave me a few details.  He was out of town for work.  The van he and 2 other guys were in flipped.  He was dead at he scene due to massive injuries.  By that time the flood gates had opened.  The tears started and I couldn’t stop them.  {I’m having a hard time holding them back as I write this.}  I knew J.  I wasn’t super close to him, but I knew him.  But way more than that, I am close to A.  And my heart was completely broken in two for her.

J was only 34 years old.  A is 33.  They have two little girls, ages 5 years and 6 months.  J’s job had him out of town for weeks at a time, then he would get to come home for a week or two, and then back out again.  A hated it.  She recently had told him she wanted him to look for something different.  I mean, she had a hard enough time handling him being gone for a couple weeks…how in the world is she going to deal with this???

I know A and I know about her life before she met J.  He came into her life and turned it completely around.  He became a daddy to S, their 5 year old girl, who was just an infant when he came into her life.  They had a court hearing scheduled for Wednesday June 5th for him to legally adopt her.  Baby P is 6 months old and looks just like J.  They had a hard time conceiving her, and after a few months finally got pregnant on their first round of Clomid.  I resented A after that.  And I pretty much resented her throughout her entire pregnancy, like the horrible infertile friend that I am.  Now that all seems petty and stupid.  And I’m so glad now that it only took one round.  I’m so glad J got to spent at least 6 months with Baby P.  I’m so glad A has that part of him to hold onto now, even though I can’t even imagine how hard it must be for her right now.

As infertiles, we know all too well how quickly something we love can be snatched away from us.  But this, to me, is entirely different.  I don’t understand how this happens.  Its not fair.  And I hate that this has to be a part of life.  I hate that S has to loose the only daddy that she’s ever known.  I hate that baby P will grow up never knowing that daddy.  I hate that in the back of my mind I know that A is not going to be able to deal with this, and I don’t know where that’s going to leave her or her girls.

I’ve cried a lot of tears for my friend since yesterday.  And I’ve told my husband I love him I don’t even know how many times.

I wish that there was more that I could do.