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  • 22 Weeks

    Well, there's definitely a baby in there. I've been able to feel her kick almost everyday this week! Mostly right after dinner or a sweet snack. It's like she gets this jolt of energy and between that and my full stomach, I get to feel all kinds of little pops, wiggles, kicks, rolls, and punches. A few nights ago Jeremy and I were able to SEE her punching through my stomach. I think they were punches, not kicks, because of where my stomach was moving. When we had the ultrasound, she was laying with her head in my lower left abdomen and her feet up to the right. And when I looked down to see my stomach pop, it was jumping just below and to the left of my belly button. So if she's still in that position, I think she was definitely hitting me. Jeremy was able to see and feel her kick/punch for the first time, so that was just amazing. It really shocked me. I didn't think you could see movement from the outside until much later. But that just goes to show how little I know about pregnancy.

    She's moving around a lot right now, maybe because I had a little chocolate ice cream just a little while ago?

    So I've finally gained some weight. Jeremy and I managed to get me down onto the floor onto the scale and I'm moving up again! At some point I think I'm supposed to be gaining a pound a week but I don't think I'm there yet. At least I hope not because that means I'm supposed to gain 18 pounds from this point. Which wouldn't be terrible I guess, but I don't really want to. It's already getting so hard to get around. Jeremy is going to be taking our bed off the frame and onto the ground soon so that it will be at the same level as my wheelchair. It's just too hard to transfer up into my tall bed. It's hard to do much of anything.

    It's getting impossible to go to classes. Especially on days when Jeremy's working and he can't take me. I'm spending a lot of time in bed to rest my back. I can't wait to get my power chair going so that I can recline during class sometimes. I considered withdrawing, but I can't imagine giving up on all the work I've already done. All those exams! All that stress! I can't bear to let it all go. It's getting hard to gather the motivation to keep going though. I feel kind of lost.

    My back is hurting pretty bad now, despite all the pillows I have stuffed back there. I'm gonna get in bed!

  • I just threw away two-thirds of a cupcake...at almost 21 weeks pregnant.

    I'm either the luckiest or craziest pregnant woman alive.

    Many pregnant women crave Big Macs or Whoppers. They gorge themselves on ice cream or chocolate.

    But not me.

    I crave apples and bananas. I can't even stand to smell fast food. Every once in a while I'll have half a taco from Taco Bell, but even that is tough. It's like all the oil and grease just forms a great big wall between me and the french fries. My sister made cupcakes at my house a couple days ago, and I knew I wouldn't want many so I made her take them all but a few home with her. This morning after my breakfast (whole-wheat waffle with peanut butter) I tried to eat one of the cupcakes. I made it through about two bites. And then I THREW IT AWAY. Anyone who knows me knows that I do not take cupcakes lightly. I love to buy cute cake mixes, I love to bake them, I love to ice them in cute ways, I make my own home-made icing, and I LOVE to eat them. But while trying to eat that cupcake, I just didn't like anything about it--the taste, the texture, nothing. And the whole time the thought is going through my head, "What is this doing for the baby? Should I keep eating this? How is this going to help her? This has no nutritional value, it will just make me fat." And I quickly talked myself out of eating it at all. That happens every time I try to eat junk.

    So I threw it away and I don't regret it. To get my sweet snack, I'm going to have an apple.

    Here's another example. Jeremy brought some Cold Stone ice cream home for me. I haven't had Cold Stone in forever, we are usually strictly Maestro's Gelato people. But while at University mall, he got me my favorite Cold Stone. It's the All Lovin' No Oven: Cake Batter Ice Cream, Cookie Dough, Whipped Cream, and replacing the Fudge with Oreos. YUM.

    So I started eating it, and made it through about five bites before I had talked myself out of it. And it was the largest, Gotta-Have-It size. So now it's sitting in my freezer. And it will probably last weeks. It's been in there two days and I haven't even pulled it out to have a few bites. Normally, it would be gone by now.

    Halloween is my favorite time of year for candy. I watch the grocery stores carefully for the first signs of candy corn in September. This year, Jeremy went to the store for the sole reason of finding me a bag of candy corn. Normally a bag would last a week, two at most. It lasted A MONTH. Those sugary little bites were still pretty tasty, but I felt guilty eating more than a few at a time. When the candy corn was all gone, I got a bag of Candy (Mellocreme) Pumpkins. I've had this bag about three weeks. Guess how many I've eaten?

    THREE.

    Three!? It's just absurd. I don't even like the way they taste enough to finish the bag. I'm throwing it away after I finish this post. During an average Halloween season, I buy about 6 bags of the orange, yellow, and white goodness and cute little pumpkin pieces. But this year, I'll be spending my money on fresh produce. I've gone through a huge Sam's bag of apples in a little over a week, and several sets of bananas. Usually apples get stale and mushy in my fridge after being ignored for months. Now I can't keep it stocked!

    So maybe this is why I'm still steadily LOSING weight while pregnant? I suppose a drastic change in eating habits will do that. My baby is growing just as she should, and weighs almost a pound, but I've lost weight the whole time. Normally I'd be working on stretch marks by now, I've started getting the babycenter emails about them, but I think because I'm losing weight as fast as my belly is growing, the skin hasn't had time to get stressed. And I'm not complaining about that either.

    I'm feeling pretty blessed, actually. I think I'll have my apple now.

  • 20 weeks and we're halfway there!

    Today I'm officially halfway through my pregnancy. It's that old cliche: in a way, it feels like it has flown by, in other ways, I feel like I've been pregnant forever! It's like this little girl has just always been a part of our lives and consciousness. She's been waiting in the wings up in heaven all this time and now she's finally center stage! Everything is different now.

    My good friend Ariel came for a visit with her three kids this past weekend. She brought me a HUGE diaper cake full of little goodies! Mittens, outfits, shoes, baby shampoo and lotion, burp cloths, handmade hats, headbands with bows, a bib, etc. Just all kinds of cuteness, along with a few adorable outfits that her daughter had worn. After I was able to stop drooling at its beauty, I finally took it apart on Sunday. As I was unrolling diapers and stacking them on the changing table, it just kind of hit me. I don't know what it was, maybe the smell or texture of Pampers Swaddlers, but it suddenly felt real. Like a real baby was going to be living here. I love that she has her own space. She doesn't have a nursery of her own, but that changing table shelf is just full of baby things that make me so happy.

    She now has her own space in the closet as well. Right under daddy's clothes. The juxtaposition is just darling. There's all these tiny little feminine clothes in soft colors and fabrics hanging right under all these huge manly clothes. I love it. She has some clothes now because my friend Adrienne and I went shopping in Park City on Saturday. I did have a lot of back pain, but all the moving around and breaks in the car seemed to help. Definitely a lot better than trying to sit still through a class for an hour.

    Baby clothes are more expensive than I'd realized. You'd think their small size would come with a small price tag, but no. I really had to do some bargain hunting. And I did well! Everything I bought was a real necessity, and was at least 50% off (with the exception of one pack of socks that was only 25% off.) I didn't buy hardly anything in newborn size, as I assume that's what a lot of people will give me at my baby showers. And also, because if she's big, she won't wear newborn size very long at all. There were SO many cute things that I really wanted, but I just couldn't bring myself to pay $40 for a baby dress. Once she's here and I know for sure what size to buy, I might splurge on a few, but as much as I wish I could really spoil this kid, I just can't. She'll be spoiled with love though, and that's what kids really want and need anyway. We went by the Baby Expo in Sandy on the way home and that was really fun. I had to cut it short though because my back was KILLING ME. Ugh, it hurt so bad. I have a feeling I'm going to be spending most of my last trimester in bed.

    After I bought some baby hangers and got all her new clothes up in the closet, Jeremy comes waltzing into the room and jumps on to the bed on his belly with his chin in his hands and said, "Fashion Show!" It was pretty hilarious. He'd been watching football the whole time I was unpacking the baby clothes so I didn't think he was interested. However, he made me show him every new baby item I'd bought. He seemed to like the things I picked out. After I'd shown him everything he said, "Isn't it so hard to wait for her to get here and be wearing those?" Cute.

    Yesterday was really fun. Jeremy had a rough morning and missed work, and I wasn't able to get out of bed to do a full day of classes due to excruciating back pain. So we had a fun afternoon to make up for it. We went to several grocery stores looking for Kraft Dips! brand french onion dip. The Walmart out here used to carry it but not anymore. It's my favorite and the only kind of dip I really like. We went all over looking for it. Well, Jeremy did, and I stayed in the car reclined in the passenger seat. Haha, I'm kind of pathetic. After a fruitless effort to find dip, we went to Babies R' Us. I only wanted to run in long enough to try a few drop side cribs, but we ended up staying for hours. The dropside cribs were nice, and I was able to use them easily by using my wheelchair (instead of my knee) to push the bottom of the rail in. They seemed to work smoothly and easily. They were ugly though. Haha, I'm hoping to find a better one online because the ones at the store were plasticy feeling and not cute. But as Jeremy loves to say, "functionality trumps design." So if I have to get an ugly crib that is easier to use, so be it.

    After trying all the cribs, my back was hurting pretty bad so we were just going to take a quick look at strollers. However, we ended up trying every single stroller brand they had. I honestly don't know how I sat there so long. I think the excitement of trying all the strollers, and all the moving around I was doing made a difference. Jeremy was having a great time, folding and unfolding every stroller multiple times, trying every feature, etc. His enthusiasm was obvious. I think it's because this is something he can contribute to. I asked him once if he felt like an outsider since all this baby growing is happening in my body and not his. He said that yes, it was hard to feel involved, but that he felt involved when doing other things for the baby like putting together the changing table and stuff. I think that makes sense.

    I originally had my heart set on the Bertini travel system, but it was just too big for our car, and had a couple design flaws that were pretty annoying. So we ended up choosing a Chicco. It was lighter, fits in the car better, brilliantly designed, folded smoothly and easily, and had lots of nice extra features. Most importantly, it has the best safety standards on the car seat. American brands only have to pass safety tests at 45mph I think, while the Chicco is European, and is tested at 75mph. That made a big difference to me. I specifically want the KeyFit 30 so that it will last longer (30 lbs of baby vs. 22 lbs.) They didn't have any KeyFit 30s at the store so I'm going to get it from Amazon instead. It's on my registry on there, and it's cheaper than the KeyFit 22s at Babies R' Us. I want it in the bluish-greenish color they have, called Adventure. I'm pretty excited about it. Actually, the color I liked the best was pink, but Jeremy said I could only have that one if we knew the next baby was going to be a girl. And since we don't know that, no cute pink stroller and car seat for me.

    Well, I'm off to lay down for a while (dang anterior placenta!) and try to do some studying without falling asleep. I'll try to give another update after our big ultrasound this Friday. So excited to see Baby Girl Swafford again! (And hoping she's still a girl and the original ultrasound wasn't wrong because it would really be a pain to return all the girl stuff I bought...haha.) I have been feeling little nudges and bumps that I think are the baby moving. I'm hoping at the ultrasound I'll be able to tell for sure that it's her!

  • 19 Weeks!

    Man am I a slacker! School started and xanga died. I do miss blogging, but right now my writing capabilities have been thrust towards academic papers. Boring, huh? But it seems to be working. I just got my first grade back for one of my first papers and I got an A minus! So I'm happy with that. Someday I'll actually write more than one draft and REVISE and maybe I can pull off a high A. But that would require spending more than an hour or two towards said paper and I just don't know if I have that much of a desire.

    So...pregnancy update. Another part of the reason there has been less blogging is that I've been feeling much better in most respects. During most of the first trimester, I would lay in bed all day because of nausea and exhaustion, leaving me plenty of time to blog. Now, however, I'm in class most days and spend most of my "free" time doing class readings or dreaded math homework. While the misery of morning sickness is pretty much completely gone, my ever expanding uterus is already putting a strain on my back. I feel absolutely dead after a day on campus. I have to come home and just lay in bed for a while. Sometimes even while on campus I try to find a couch to recline on to give my aching back a break. Sometimes a whole day on campus, especially when it's rainy outside, is pretty much impossible.

    I was completely amazed at how quickly the first trimester bothers faded away. One day in my 15th or 16th week I thought I would have no appetite and feel queasy for the rest of my life. Two days later I had a raging appetite and felt totally normal. Energetic even! I felt like a whole new person. Except that I had to eat every three hours to quiet the monster in my belly. I had a couple weeks where all I wanted was carby Italian food. I actually craved Olive Garden! And I've NEVER liked Olive Garden. But now I like it just fine! My mom said she never liked Mexican food until she was pregnant with me. Weird, huh?

    Jeremy has upgraded the baby from "parasite" to "pot roast." He didn't actually call her a pot roast, but he called ME a Crock-Pot. I thought he was saying I was large and round, but then he said, "Cause you're a slow cooker! Get it? Get it?!" He is still very cute and supportive. He talks to my belly a little bit each night. Now that the baby can hear us, I try to talk to her or sing while I'm home alone, and have him talk to her a bit each night. You should see him talking into my belly button. Hilarious. It usually starts with, "Hello Baby! This is your daddy speaking!" and usually ends with, "Be nice to your mother!"

    I can't say I have definitively felt her move yet. Last night Mr. Potter was laying on my belly, and while he was putting that pressure on my abdomen, I felt like I could feel something pushing back against him. It lasted a little while but I couldn't tell if it was the baby, Mr. Potter's belly moving, or my belly moving food/gas down the pipes. I pushed him off of me and waited around to feel something, but never felt anything. I take a few minutes most nights before bed to see if I can feel her squirming around, but it's too hard to tell. Because of the position of the placenta (between her and my belly button) the doctor said it may take a few more weeks for me to feel her. And because it's my first pregnancy, it's a little harder to differentiate between her and normal belly rumblings.

    So I just realized this whole post feels a little formal, but oh well. I'm in academic writing mode!

    My belly is weird. When I'm sitting up or on my side it just feels kinda fat. But if I lay on my back, or even recline just a little bit while sitting, it is perfectly rounded and hard. The firmness is from my belly button down, and feels really crazy.

    In about a week and a half, we have the big ultrasound at the doctor's office. I'm SO excited to see her moving around again, but also worried to death that they will find something wrong. I will feel much better when it's over. Hopefully it will be good news because it's the day before Jeremy's birthday and it will be his little birthday present!

    I still want to write a nice, long letter to the baby about the first time I saw her--on the ultrasound--but I haven't gotten to it yet. Hopefully that will be next!

  • New protected message up. Hopefully it will be public by the end of the day but for now it's protected.

    EDIT: The protected message is now up and public! It's the post just below this one. Called "Ahhhhh" Haha.

  • Ahhhh...

    Here I am again. Blogging because I'm nervous, anxious, terrified, etc.

    I just made an appointment with the 3D studio at the mall. The one in Provo apparently doesn't exist anymore so we are going to Sandy. It all happened so quickly. I just called to get prices for the packages and before I knew what was happening I had an appointment scheduled in less than two hours from now.

    Now I'm so nervous that I'm sweating, pacing back and forth, and feeling like I'm gonna throw up. I mean, there are SO MANY things that could be wrong, ya know? I'm trying not to stress about it but it's just impossible. What if there's no heartbeat or the skull isn't fusing right or the spinal cord has problems or the kid has no arms or something? I'm so scared. Jeremy seems pretty chill. He's just really excited.

    We just found out yesterday that they are somewhat drastically cutting Jer's hours at work. As far as we can tell we are gonna lose about $700 a month. So in reality, we probably shouldn't be spending the $99 on this 3D ultrasound, but I just need some good news. And my family could use some good news. So I'm really hoping it's good news. At this point in my pregnancy, they should be able to tell the gender of the baby. As long as the baby isn't completely uncooperative. I really feel like knowing whether it's a boy or girl will completely change this entire experience.

    I'm not telling anyone about this. Even if we find out the gender, I'm hoping we can keep it a secret until we can send the video to my parents or get it online so they can see it. They don't know we're doing this and I want it to be a surprise.

    Whew, I'm gonna go try to lay down and calm down. I'm just praying the baby is healthy and far enough developed that we can find out whether it's a boy or girl! And heaven help us if it's a boy because the whole boy names situation has not improved...haha.

    I'll let you know!

  • 15 Weeks of Love! (Sounds like a reality TV show.)

    So today I'm 15 weeks. Today I'm also feeling more nauseated than I have in a long time. I'm writing this post while my professor goes over the syllabus for the semester. It's SO HOT in here and I'm just drowning in the nausea. But enough about that.

    I've heard that during the second trimester, many pregnant women experience an intense lovey-dovey feeling towards that person that got them pregnant in the first place. The man in the equation, if you will. I'll spare you the "baby-daddy" line. I hate that word, connotation, or whatever it is. Bleh. But I am TOTALLY feeling that. I feel all ooey-gooey about Jeremy just all the time now. I'm constantly thinking about him and missing him. I want to be physically touching him or near all the time. I just feel so in love. It's like it's five years ago and we're on stage again. I want him to touch my belly often, and rub my back. I crave intimacy in its purest form. I can't get enough.

    He told me that for his first day of class he had to introduce himself and tell an interesting story from his life. And guess what? He told them about ME! He told his class how we had met in high school, been in a play with lots of kissing, and we're now pregnant with our first baby! I could have just melted into floor when he told me. To choose OUR story as an interesting tidbit from his very interesting life. I still get giddy thinking about it. I'm so glad to be married to my very best friend and absolute favorite person in the entire world. OH MY GOSH NOW I'M GOING TO CRY IN THE MIDDLE OF CLASS.

    Moving on! How about I tell you about this terrible dream I had last night? IT WAS AWFUL. I've heard of pregnancy dreams being vivid, but mine are usually just terrible. Sad, scary, stressful, devastating, etc. I dreamed that Jeremy and my Dad decided to start an online pornographic empire. It was really successful, they were making lots of money, and I was devastated, naturally. Me and my Mom said that we were going to leave them and they DIDN'T CARE. I woke up crying from that one, but now it's quite humorous because it is so ridiculous.

    15 weeks is kind of a disquieting time. It's not far enough along to feel the baby move regularly, or to have a really noticeable belly (at least not for the first pregnancy) but it's far enough that I feel like I should. I mean, I'm more than 1/3 of the way through this thing. I feel like I should feel that baby moving around in there, and feel like I should have a protruding baby belly instead of just having to wear my fat jeans all the time. And of course that makes me worry that the baby has stopped growing, or I'm going to have a really late miscarriage, or I'm having a dwarf baby (which certainly wouldn't be as big of a deal.) Who knows what it could be, most likely everything is totally fine, but my mind just can't help but think of the worse case scenario. I will be so glad to feel the baby move regularly, even if that means I'm huge and uncomfortable all the time.

    Well, class is over. I'm gonna try to get to the car without any puke breaks. Wish me luck! I'm feeling a little better now, so I think I'll be alright. Writing always gets my mind off my troubles.

  • 11 1/2 Weeks and a Doctor Visit

    So yesterday was the big day! I went to bed early Wednesday night so that I'd be capable of waking up at 8:30, getting dressed, getting my wheelchair in the car, and driving to the doctor's office all by myself. (Notice I did not include a shower. I didn't want to push it!)

    I had a Slim Fast for breakfast. I'm not trying to lose weight of course, it's just that it's been getting harder and harder for me to eat real food. I get hungry, sometimes, but nothing ever sounds good. I'm not losing weight or anything, yet, but I might if food doesn't start getting more appealing! I don't want meat very often (Except chicken occasionally. My homemade fried chicken especially.) I never want "heavy" meals, opting instead for a can of fruit or slice of bread with some crackers. I'm not really nauseated all the time, I just don't feel great, and the idea of putting food in my mouth is rarely appetizing. And for a food lover like myself, it's weird.

    I didn't realize until I was almost there that my hands were shaking. I was so nervous. I said a quick prayer as I sat at a stop light. I didn't know whether they would actually listen for a heartbeat or not, and the possibility made me so anxious. I made it to the office right on time, calling for some minor directions on the way. I only made it halfway through a Taylor Swift article in Glamour magazine before they called me back. I saw the same nurse I saw last time. She asked me how I was feeling, and was great at empathizing with my exhaustion. After I told her how tired I'd been, she said, "It's not just tired, honey. It's fatigue beyond fatigue, huh? Feel like you don't even wanna lift your arm right?" And I was like, "Yes! Exactly!" It was nice to have someone that understood.

    She brought me back to the room, mentioning that this would be a short visit since they would only check the heartbeat. My own heartbeat quickened. I was so excited and nervous that I started sweating. My doctor met with me immediately. I got myself up on the table, expecting him to roll some huge cart in. Instead, he pulled what looked like a walkman radio out of his pocket. He cautioned me that it was still early and we might not be able to hear a heartbeat, and that didn't necessarily mean anything bad. I was just thinking, "Hurry up already before my hands shake me off this table or I get sweat stains on my shirt!"

    He had me hold my pants down out of the way which was a little awkward, but it least it gave me something to do with my trembling hands. He stuck the little doppler device thing down on the right side of my lower abdomen. He was pushing down really hard and I was a little worried that even if my baby was okay, he was gonna squish him/her! I could feel my own heartbeat, but the only noises coming from the little walkman were static. It felt like an eternity and each passing second made me more nervous and more sweaty. He moved around over the left side of my belly and I was starting to worry. Really, only 10 or 15 seconds had gone by, but it felt so much longer in the moment.

    I'm sure the anxiety was evident on my face. I was listening so hard and praying so intently for a good sign.

    Then all of a sudden there it was in the static. A quick, steady, and loud "thump thump thump." I felt my heart flutter and I got this instant grin on my face. It was just as much a spiritual experience as I've ever had at church camps or Mormon Tabernacle Choir performances. My whole chest felt warm and I was so incredibly happy and relieved. I wanted to cry, I wanted to laugh, but mostly I wanted Jeremy to know, or better yet, to be there with me. The doctor moved around for a better listen and I was already longing to hear it again. He found it again and we listened a little longer. Really, it sounded just like it does on TV watching baby shows. But hearing that sound come out of my own body was so much more surreal and remarkable. It was magical, really. Better than even Main Street U.S.A. in Magic Kingdom at night.

    The doctor said everything sounded and looked good, and that my uterus was the right size for that week. I was so excited and bursting to call Jeremy that I totally forgot about all the questions and concerns I had planned on asking the doctor about. He congratulated me again that I either had a baby in my belly or a hamburger with a heartbeat. Something like that. He's got a goofy sense of humor. I just kept smiling and nodding like a giddy idiot.

    As I left I did think to ask him whether it was safe to tell the world our news. He said that since there was a heartbeat, my chance of miscarriage was extremely low. He also said everything looks great, and there's no reason to expect things to go badly. However, I still have three weeks of possible miscarriage time, so he said if I were his daughter, he'd advise me to wait another three weeks.

    And that was it. The whole appointment lasted maybe six or seven minutes.

    I got out to the car and called Jeremy at work. It was such a relief to have good news! Really, if things had gone wrong, I was dreading calling Jeremy the most. I just don't know what I even would have said. I don't want to think about it.

    Jeremy was super excited of course, and I told him every detail of the visit. After a few sweet moments with him, I called my mom. And that set off a whole day of phone calls. I'm scared to figure out how many minutes I used that day. Thank goodness for roll over minutes! I called the few family members that already knew I was pregnant to let them know that everything was going well. They all knew I had an appointment, and were waiting for the word. I went ahead and called the rest of the family that didn't know. Even though I'm waiting a few weeks to announce it to everyone, I wanted my family, and Jeremy's family to know now.

    So it looks like I may be having a baby after all. I can feel myself starting to let my guard down and let the reality in. It's so weird. And still a little scary.

    Jer and I can't wait for 20 weeks to find out if it's a boy or girl. I think we will pay the $59 or so at the mall to get an early 4D ultrasound. The Fetal Studio is up in Sandy, and they can sometimes tell the gender as early as 11 weeks! We are gonna wait another week or two so that hopefully, we will be able to find out for sure when we go up there. I can't wait any longer! I want to start buying girl things or boy things NOW.

    This was a great way to end my day. It's been a really tough day, full of exhaustion, nausea, and pain from ligaments stretching, but now I've forgotten all that as I think about that little heartbeat pattering away in my tummy.

  • The Official Baby Swafford Name List...because we can't call them "Baby Swafford" forever!


    Here's some of my favorite baby names right now. I keep cycling through names that I like and then later don't like as much. So I'll keep updating this list, adding new names I find, and cutting those that I tire of.

    GIRLS: I like really feminine, classy names. They have to sound feminine, but also look feminine when written. For example, the name Madison. Sure, it sounds like a girl name, but written down it just looks too masculine for me.

    Alice
    Alivia
    Alohilani (Yes, this one is totally Hawaiian, it means "Bright Sky." I think maybe if she gets Jer's olive skin she could pull it off?)
    Ariel
    Demi
    Eden (Is this a stripper name? It just occurred to me. I don't think so.)
    Grace
    Harlow
    Leta
    Livia
    Olivia
    Reese
    Violet
    Willow

    BOYS: I want my boys to have really strong sounding, sturdy names. I also want it to fit anything. Like if they want to be a lawyer or a doctor I want their name to sound somewhat professional, but can also sound casual. I also want them to be somewhat traditional. I don't mind my girls having "out there" names, but I want my boy names to be a little more popular.

    Asher
    Beckett (Jer vetoed this one.)
    Brody (Jer doesn't like this one either. He seems to have a thing against "B" names.)
    Carter
    Desmond (My parents vetoed that one. Not that they really get a vote...haha. But I do consider their opinion. But we love Desmond from LOST!))
    Ethan
    Finn
    Henry
    Jasper
    Kai (This one is kinda "out there" but I love it! Also Hawaiian, for "ocean")
    Levi
    Liam
    Luke
    Matthew
    Oliver
    Parker
    Riley
    Rome/Roman
    Ryan
    Sawyer
    Tyson

    I doubt we'll actually have a name for the poor kid until they are born and we get a good look at them to see who/what they look like.

  • Week 10 (According to Some People)

    *Originally written July 28th*

    So it appears there are conflicting opinions about how far along I am. Some of the pregnancy bulletins I receive in my inbox say I'm 9 weeks pregnant, some say 10. Counting along with what my doctor told me a few weeks ago, I'm 10 weeks. And I'm sticking to it, gosh dang it! I'm just hoping that my next appointment won't show that I'm actually a week behind like some of my emails say. Boo. Don't make me wait another week for my baby!

    I'm really hoping the next two weeks go by quickly. I'm just dying to tell my news. It's so hard to keep such a huge secret. Especially a secret that seems to be taking over my entire life! Everyday I almost talk myself into just telling the world via Twitter or Facebook status. I'm already very lenient with my Twitter, and people watching closely have already figured it out. But I'm more reserved on Facebook, since pretty much everyone I know in my life is on there. Maybe not my friend, but on there nonetheless. The only thing that keeps me from telling the world is that if I do, heaven forbid, have a miscarriage, I don't want the whole world to have to be disappointed too. I'd rather it just be a small group of us that have to be sad. You're welcome, World.

    My mom called me up the other day to make sure she knew exactly how far along I am. I confirmed the dates with her and she declared that since I will be almost 13 weeks on August 16th when she is teaching Relief Society (the women's hour of Sunday School at our church) that will be the perfect time to announce my pregnancy! I thought that was cute. She must be pretty excited to actually write it on the calendar and include it in her lesson plans. I know the ladies of the ward will be excited too. I wish I was going to be there to tell them myself!

    The nausea is quite bearable now. I usually only get it late at night as I'm going to sleep. Whoever named it "morning sickness" really deserves a slap across the face though. It's so misleading. For about a week I had it 24/7. And now it hits around midnight. I try to be asleep before then but sleeping is not as easy as it once was. I thought the sleep problems would come once I was huge and uncomfortable, but sadly, that is not the case. I have always slept on my sides, or at least the last 10 years since my accident. I sleep especially well on my right side with my right arm up under my pillow. But not anymore! Now if I lay like that for more than half an hour my arm loses all circulation and it's totally dead when I wake up. I also wake up numerous times to pee or roll over my give my arms a break. I tried sleeping on my back, but it was impossible as always. And I guess that's fine since after the first trimester I'm not allowed to sleep on my back anyways. I don't know what is making me so uncomfortable, but sleeping is a real pain.

    And Jeremy is just the best. He cleans the house and does the laundry without being asked. He is super sweet to me and takes me to the grocery store at night for orange sherbet if I ask about five times. Even Joey does the dishes sometimes without being asked. I really appreciate all of these efforts. The exhaustion is still pretty tough. Most days I just want to lay on the couch all day. Showering is about the extent of my energy level. The other day I took a shower, shaved my LEGS, BLOW DRIED MY HAIR, got dressed in REAL CLOTHES, and felt like I'd really accomplished something. All I could do for the rest of the day was lay down. I rarely blow dry my hair anymore. It just takes way too much energy and effort. Holding my arms up like that? No thank you. And putting on something besides a T-shirt and pajama pants? Unbearable. I can't even shower everyday. When I fold laundry, I feel like I'm doing it with dumbbells in my hands. It's just the craziest thing.

    Jer has been extra sweet too. I seem to get more hugs and sweet things said to me. The other night he mentioned that our relationship felt very new again. There seems to be more snuggling in bed too. We've always been snuggly sleepers, but he seems even more snuggly lately. That has been good and bad. It's usually great, but last night I felt pretty nauseous. Jeremy was already asleep as I turned off the TV and tried to get comfortable. As I was scooting around he rolled over and snuggled up behind me putting his arm around me. When he does that he often kisses my neck and tells me he loves me too but I don't remember that last night. All I remember is getting all melty that he was being so sweet, but feeling like I might puke on his hand at any second. I didn't have the heart to pull away, but it was physically very comfortable to sleep like that, so luckily I fell asleep quickly and it was fine.

    Well, that's a pretty good round up of Week 10. Just 8 days until my next doctor appointment! I hope I get to hear the heartbeat...that would be nice.