....ge-tting so much bett-er all the tiiiiiime!" (to be sung with a thick British accent)
That's what I've been saying lately when people ask how I'm feeling. I'm 11 weeks and 5 days and more than ready to shout "good riddance!" to my 1st trimester and "HELLOOOOOOOO" to having more energy, wearing cute maternity clothes, and being able to savagely devour a Cafe Rio pork salad without even thinking about the repercussions.
Yes, tragically, I have learned the hard way that I cannot skip taking Zofran. I thought it wasn't doing much because I would still throw up a couple times a day. Well I had a good three days with no up-chucking that duped me into thinking: "Pshh...I don't need this stuff. What is it anyway? A placebo pill to make me 'think' I am feeling less nauseated?" So I didn't refill my prescription. Huge, HUGE mistake.
It was a gruesome sight to behold at the Sibert residence this past Tuesday. I'll spare you the details but just say that I got very well acquainted with my bathroom that day and humbly apologized to my newly refilled Zofran bottle for doubting its powers.
On the flip side, food is s-l-o-w-l-y becoming more appetizing. One day I was feeling so fantastic Nick and I celebrated and ate at Chilis. I was pleasantly surprised at not having any gag reflex when I put the salty and oh-so-fattening french fries in my mouth and then happily dipped them into ranch dressing. OH YEAH. When we left the restaurant, Nick commented how he thought Chili's was overrated and that his food was just OK. I looked him like he was crazy: "Are you kidding me?! I thought my food tasted fantastic!" I said it a little too exuberantly. He laughed as he remembered that I had just eaten my first "real meal" in quite a while. Ah yes, that was a good day.
And I look forward to many more good days to come. :)
Food glorious food!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
September 30, 2010
September 13, 2010
We're expecting...
Baby #2! Wahooooooooooooo!!!!
So I've known for over a month now, and so have a few friends and family. But I wanted to wait until my first appointment to spill the beans about the little bean inside of me. So yes, I had my first appointment today and Nick and I got to see the heartbeat (yeah, I don't know we didn't get to hear it, just see it. Weird but still awesome). But I'm officially 9 weeks today and my due date is April 18th.
OK now for the fun stuff:
Oh man, this pregnancy has been rough so far. With Toby, I puked maybe 3-4 times TOTAL. I felt a little nauseated in the morning but could eat by the afternoon. This time around I have obliterated my last puke record: I'm throwing up 1-3 times a day and I feel sick ALL DAY but mostly in the evenings. I usually have to end the night with a trip to the bathroom to empty out my tummy and then I can go to sleep. Usually. Sometimes the nausea is so bad I can't sleep. And I'm even on Zofran too. But on top of that my mouth is producing TONS of excess saliva so I have a few spit bowls scattered around the house (yeah, my neat freak husband loves that) and I have a gross metallic taste in my mouth almost all the time - both things I never experienced with the T-man. But just like everyone says, every pregnancy is different. Nick and I can't help but speculate though: if this pregnancy is completely opposite from the first, does this mean I am having a girl? Or even more, does this mean I will get a baby who is a little more even-tempered and actually likes to sleep? I must admit, the thought makes me a little giddy. Heaven knows we deserve at least one baby that won't give us panic attacks when bedtime or nap time rolls around. :)
But the thing that is probably hardest on me is not being able to be the mom Toby demands every day. Some days, I can stomach a little walk or a trip to the park. Other days we go outside to get the mail and thats about it because I feel so terrible. I feel like such a failure when he wants to wrestle with me or he tugs on my hand wanting me to run around the backyard with him or have a pillow fight and I have to repeat for the 100th time: "mommy doesn't feel good right now. Maybe later, OK?" He still doesn't quite get it. He just looks at me like, "why did you become so boring all of a sudden?" and then usually asks for Daddy. I've tried alternative things to occupy him, but I have a little guy that isn't wired to sit quietly with a book or color a picture. He wants to rough play and run around and take his tricycle around the block 10 times. But what keeps me going is two things: a) when Nick is around, he more than makes up for me being such lame mommy. b) its not going to last forever. I have friends who are much more sick throughout their ENTIRE pregnancy so I can't really complain. At least I know in about a month food will sound good again. I keep reminding myself that someday I will be complaining about how I ate way too much and how that chili-dog gave me heartburn. Someday. :)
But despite the puky-ness and failure-of-a-mom feelings, I am way excited and ready to be a mommy again.
So I was going to write a lot more about how excited I am but really all I want to do is assume position on the couch downstairs with my bowl and ginger-ale in hand. :)
Goodbye.
So I've known for over a month now, and so have a few friends and family. But I wanted to wait until my first appointment to spill the beans about the little bean inside of me. So yes, I had my first appointment today and Nick and I got to see the heartbeat (yeah, I don't know we didn't get to hear it, just see it. Weird but still awesome). But I'm officially 9 weeks today and my due date is April 18th.
OK now for the fun stuff:
Oh man, this pregnancy has been rough so far. With Toby, I puked maybe 3-4 times TOTAL. I felt a little nauseated in the morning but could eat by the afternoon. This time around I have obliterated my last puke record: I'm throwing up 1-3 times a day and I feel sick ALL DAY but mostly in the evenings. I usually have to end the night with a trip to the bathroom to empty out my tummy and then I can go to sleep. Usually. Sometimes the nausea is so bad I can't sleep. And I'm even on Zofran too. But on top of that my mouth is producing TONS of excess saliva so I have a few spit bowls scattered around the house (yeah, my neat freak husband loves that) and I have a gross metallic taste in my mouth almost all the time - both things I never experienced with the T-man. But just like everyone says, every pregnancy is different. Nick and I can't help but speculate though: if this pregnancy is completely opposite from the first, does this mean I am having a girl? Or even more, does this mean I will get a baby who is a little more even-tempered and actually likes to sleep? I must admit, the thought makes me a little giddy. Heaven knows we deserve at least one baby that won't give us panic attacks when bedtime or nap time rolls around. :)
But the thing that is probably hardest on me is not being able to be the mom Toby demands every day. Some days, I can stomach a little walk or a trip to the park. Other days we go outside to get the mail and thats about it because I feel so terrible. I feel like such a failure when he wants to wrestle with me or he tugs on my hand wanting me to run around the backyard with him or have a pillow fight and I have to repeat for the 100th time: "mommy doesn't feel good right now. Maybe later, OK?" He still doesn't quite get it. He just looks at me like, "why did you become so boring all of a sudden?" and then usually asks for Daddy. I've tried alternative things to occupy him, but I have a little guy that isn't wired to sit quietly with a book or color a picture. He wants to rough play and run around and take his tricycle around the block 10 times. But what keeps me going is two things: a) when Nick is around, he more than makes up for me being such lame mommy. b) its not going to last forever. I have friends who are much more sick throughout their ENTIRE pregnancy so I can't really complain. At least I know in about a month food will sound good again. I keep reminding myself that someday I will be complaining about how I ate way too much and how that chili-dog gave me heartburn. Someday. :)
But despite the puky-ness and failure-of-a-mom feelings, I am way excited and ready to be a mommy again.
So I was going to write a lot more about how excited I am but really all I want to do is assume position on the couch downstairs with my bowl and ginger-ale in hand. :)
Goodbye.
September 10, 2010
Toby's in a commercial
Well, not really. But when I saw this commercial a couple nights ago, I literally laughed out loud and said "It's Toby!" I love my little guy more than anything, but man he keeps me on my toes! Enjoy!
Oh and I laugh mainly because Toby has committed these same acts in real life. He has a toy baseball bat that he destroys his toys with on a daily basis. He has dumped out all my liquid dish soap onto my counter tops and almost flooded my kitchen. In the past he would chuck his toothbrush in the toilet as soon as I gave it to him but now he deliberately gives it to Kaya because he thinks its funny to watch me chase her. There isn't a day that goes by that he doesn't throw his toys (big toys) at Kaya. I'm still waiting for the snail experience to happen though. :)
But a classic Toby moment would have to be what happened a few weeks ago at the mall (I can laugh about this now but at the time I was a complete wreck). My parents were watching him while I was finishing my dinner in the food court. Within minutes of leaving him at their side, he had run away and disappeared into a big crowd. This boy could win medals for how fast he can run. Needless to say, this was the longest 10 minutes of my life. Apparently he had taken the escalator, totally BY HIMSELF to the bottom level of the mall and was running around from store to store. Luckily, someone had found him wandering and took him to a security guard. When I saw him I was bawling and a total mess. As I hysterically reached for him, I expected him to be a little shaken up or scared by our separation. Nope. He was casually licking a sucker and said "Hi mommy" as if nothing had happened.
Gotta love these kids who make life more interesting. I can't wait until he is older and I can read him all my journal entries that should be titled "Adventures with the Tobe-man." :)
How boring would my days be if I didn't have this little guy spicing things up?!
Oh and I laugh mainly because Toby has committed these same acts in real life. He has a toy baseball bat that he destroys his toys with on a daily basis. He has dumped out all my liquid dish soap onto my counter tops and almost flooded my kitchen. In the past he would chuck his toothbrush in the toilet as soon as I gave it to him but now he deliberately gives it to Kaya because he thinks its funny to watch me chase her. There isn't a day that goes by that he doesn't throw his toys (big toys) at Kaya. I'm still waiting for the snail experience to happen though. :)
But a classic Toby moment would have to be what happened a few weeks ago at the mall (I can laugh about this now but at the time I was a complete wreck). My parents were watching him while I was finishing my dinner in the food court. Within minutes of leaving him at their side, he had run away and disappeared into a big crowd. This boy could win medals for how fast he can run. Needless to say, this was the longest 10 minutes of my life. Apparently he had taken the escalator, totally BY HIMSELF to the bottom level of the mall and was running around from store to store. Luckily, someone had found him wandering and took him to a security guard. When I saw him I was bawling and a total mess. As I hysterically reached for him, I expected him to be a little shaken up or scared by our separation. Nope. He was casually licking a sucker and said "Hi mommy" as if nothing had happened.
Gotta love these kids who make life more interesting. I can't wait until he is older and I can read him all my journal entries that should be titled "Adventures with the Tobe-man." :)
How boring would my days be if I didn't have this little guy spicing things up?!
Fall
I've talked to people who say Utah doesn't have much of a Fall. They think we don't truly experience the leaves changing colors on the trees. Uh, I beg to differ:
I love fall!
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