It was way back in January when we knew this was going to be the year that we made a real go of making a baby. And then, in late March, when we returned to the US after touring Paris and Reykjavik, I started thinking about the time table this little endeavor would operate on. Ha. But you’ve got to start somewhere, I suppose.
According to my guesses, I’d be in the early stages of pregnancy in November. I have absolutely no idea why I chose that arbitrary date, but I did. So according to my earliest calculations, I would be about seven or eight weeks along by now. HA (one more time.)
It took two and a half months to get pregnant. Three weeks after we moved to North Carolina, Bebe made an appearance in the form of an additional pink line on the pee stick.
Um, that was easy. Everything worked.
So here we are at week 23 in early December. According to the produce email updates, Bebe is now the size of a large mango and weighs over a pound.
Here’s an idea I am giving away for absolutely FREE to anyone who wants it: a series of image macros that show cute little vegetable/fruit babies in utero saying clever things. Don’t say I never did giveaways.
A couple observations:
My hair is not so good. I think it’s pretty common for ladies to undergo some change in their hair during pregnancy. The pregnancy hormones (haha, I first typed “hormoans”; just the first of several Freudian references you’ll find littered throughout this post) make their hair lustrous and shiny and beautiful and very Pantene commercial. Yeah, so, not me.
I’ve had occasional shoots of gray for the last couple years. At first it was kind of fun to find them because it was like a badge of age and wisdom. They are officially out of control now. Thick and wiry, they stand out prominently against my already dark brown hair.
Also, my hair has become dull and flat. If I were back in Korea, I think my youngest little girl students’ response would be, “Um, Teacher, your tummy is very big and good for the baby, but your hair is not very beautiful.” And they would be right.
And my dreams are taking over. This is in line with the hair theme. I had a really unfortunate dream last night. It’s kind of gross but as this is a pregnancy blog, I’m not really apologising. I first dreamed that a giant gray hair was growing on my tongue so I had to pull it out. I started pulling it out and it just kept going and going and going. Finally I got down to the follicle, pulled it out, and it took a giant chunk of my tongue out with it. Fortunately since it was my mouth it healed pretty quickly. BUT STILL.
Then I dreamed that I was inspecting my scalp yet again for gray hairs and not only did I find them, but I also found giant, broad, flat hairs (think tapeworm) with ultrasound images all over them. I pulled them out and put them in a Ziploc bag and showed them to my mom, who rightly broke out into hysterics. Um, what kind of doctor do you go to with this ailment? I’m thinking a psychologist.
Now for something a bit more pleasant.
Bebe is very, very active. She appears to have acquired an Erector Set in the past few days and is frustrated with the fact that she can’t be as industrious as she would want.
According to the produce emails, she can now hear us very well, so we’ve been trying to include her in more discussions. B will often talk to her through my belly and she will just as often respond with a punch or a kick. We’re attempting to teach her some Morse code so she can weigh in on topics more advanced than “Do you know that mommy and daddy think you’re perfect?”
“Well, yeah. Duh,” she’ll punch. What she really want to discuss is the Euro zone.
I’m finally going to show you a belly picture. Let’s all be honest and admit that pregnant belly photos are really only interesting if you know the person and if said preggo belly is big. I feel like I’ve been writing about my pregnancy long enough now that you guys pretty much get the gist of me and might *kind of* appreciate to see some physical evidence of the Beebs. Oh, I’ve got your evidence:
And one more spurious thing, now that I’ve got your attention:
I don’t get Pinterest. Sorry, just don’t. I sincerely want to like it but I don’t really see the point of it. And I REALLY don’t see why every woman in the history of humanity right now thinks it’s the best thing on the interwebs. It’s a bunch of cutesy pictures haphazardly placed all over a webpage.
Here’s a piece of advice to all of you who are now intrigued and want to go check out Pinterest: do not under any circumstance sync it up with your Facebook or Twitter. If you didn’t want to be bombarded with pictures on FB of how that girl who sat four rows behind you in high school redid her upstairs bathroom last month, you will certainly not want to see 8,000 pictures of wine glasses with feathers hot-glued to them that she liked, too.
i effing hate pinterest. it is pretty fun to search for posts about starving yourself and cookies made of melted candy bars that are next to each other, though.
Can’t argue with that.
Umm…will you move to Texas and be my friend? Please? I don’t get Pinterest either! And I can’t stand the constant Facebook spamming that occurs as a result.
Oh, and about those pregnancy dreams? I’m right there with you. When I was pregnant I had a dream that my stomach turned transparent and I could see the baby through it. Gross.
Well, as you know, I’m looking to move. Our babies can be friends too and your little girl can mentor Bebe. :D
Thanks for the tip on Pinterest. I signed up an age ago, but I never got around to actually visiting the site.
Beware! It is a definitely solid time-waster, though.
Laughed out loud! I’ve been dealing with my own gray hair issues. Why, oh why, do the have to come in wiry???
I KNOW, RIGHT?!
Yours isn’t too shabby, either :)
You look so sweet. :)
Thank you :)
love the belly pic ! and as for the hair it gets worse wait till after baby comes and it starts to fall out :)
Thank you…hubs took a few pictures of me first but he was sitting on the floor and I was standing up and therefore the pictures made me look like Godzilla. I really adore him but he’s extremely bad at taking flattering pictures of people. Ergo the self-shot.
Oh, don’t worry, my hair has already started falling out too. There is no winning. However my fingernails are awesome.
My wife is addicted to Pinterest…I don’t get it.
Anyhow, you’ve been selected to win the Versatile Blogger award. I’m probably the only guy actually handing these out, but since I was nominated, I am fulfilling my duties and paying it forward to blogs I like.
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Haha, you and me both :)
Thank you for the award! I really appreciate it! :D I’ll be paying it forward later this month so stay tuned for a pingback.
The dreams, OH the dreams! I’d almost wish to be pregnant again – it’s worth the price of admission alone just to get into those dreams. Thanks for the tipoff on Pinterest – I must Google it right away so I can be an informed avoider, just like I’ve managed to shun facebook all this time by refusing to get an account. And don’t get me started on the gray hair thing…Wonderfully candid post, thanks!
The dreams are ridiculous. In the latest saga, last night I was Amanda Bynes dressed as a boy and I went to see High School Musical at a movie theater with Miley Cyrus, and she had to leave unexpectedly to go purge in the bathroom. Yeah.
You are very wise on the Facebook front; I’ve passed the point of no return on that one.
I had a dream the other night where everyone would randomly ask me if I had any candy while in the middle of a sentence and people were walking around dumping handfuls of sour patch kids into their mouths. I’m thinking I REALLY wanted some sugar.
And your idea for fruits/veggies in utero? Brilliant. I’m obsessed with what kind of food my baby will be next.
Haha that sounds like my real life at times.
And you can have the idea! All yours! :)
Firstly, thank you for visiting my blog because I love yours!! Never would have found it otherwise. Secondly, girl, I feel you. The dreams are crazy. I had a dream last week that I was pulling my gums out of my mouth. It was a whole new twist to the common teeth falling out dream.
I like pinterest. Here is why. I always find stuff I love on the Internet and then think about it at a later date and can never find it again. Now, I pin it. I have it linked with Twitter but I don’t follow everyone who follows me. I think because it’s more of a creative space there is less obligation. I follow some of their boards but not all of them and it keeps things focused on my interests instead of discovering theirs. That’s just me though. Took me some time to understand how useful it can be.
Now, I have to admit, that IS a good use of Pinterest. I knew it had to have some redeemable quality :)
Thanks for stopping by and checking me out! I’m looking forward to haunting your blog even more!
I had a dream last night that I was at work in the nude. I woke up, and I realized it was all a dream, the part about having a job. The other part was true.
Oh little bear, if only we could all run around in nothing but a bowtie. Savor it, my friend.
Gosh, I remember those crazy and all too vivid dreams during pregnancy. What a weird trip! Mine had a lot to do with super tall buildings and water – don’t really know what that was about. I think I’d be freaked out by a grey hair growing out of my tongue though – dream or no dream!
I think I missed doing an essential part of the award thing – you were so quick to respond that I thought I had already offically clued you in. But damn it, I did it again! I dropped the ball! Here is the offical notice (a week late!). You have been listed for an award simply for having such a great and witty blog! http://lifeloveandbaby.com/2011/12/03/tis-the-season-for-giving-and-receiving-awards/. You deserve it!