My dearest readership — whatever is left of you! 

I started Mom Quixote with my first pregnancy as a place where I could share all the joys of it — only to have that joy quashed by the sorrow that was miscarriage. 

This was a semi-private place where I could posts love letters to my husband and other tidbits that were mostly helpful to my healing, but that I thought might also be of some help to anyone else in similar shoes.  And whether posting bad or good, it was nice to have my Weddingbee readers follow me over and see where my beautiful wedding had taken me.

The nice thing about this blog was that my family and personal friends were unaware of it, and that helped me to be, well, more honest than I would have been otherwise.  It was my little gem, so to speak.  But it’s just too hard to keep up with one blog, let alone two, and I’ve only been able to semi manage our little family blog, the one where I can post random things and keep our loved ones in the loop.  It certainly doesn’t have, in my honest opinion, any of the magic this one had (it felt like magic at least to me) — but if you’re interested still in following our lives in some small way, please come see us over at The Higher Nest. 

We miss you.

I survived the first trimester (almost: 1 and a half weeks to go, technically).

Actually, I cannot even claim to have been that sick, although week 11 was rough again after a nice break there for a week or two. 

Really, it’s just hard to keep up with blogging what with work and all: and here I thought I would always be a good little blogger — yeah right!  Hats off to all the mom bloggers out there.

But you have all been so lovely, leaving comments here and there making sure we were alright, and we are.  We’re especially giddy today since all looked so good at our NT scan/12 week ultrasound.  Check out our littlest sprout:

You see those long legs? I bet I’ll be feeling those kicks REAL soon.

Sprout’s heartbeat was a healthy 158 bpm and the NT measurement came in at 1.5 or so millimeters, which is a good thing they say.  Now we wait 3 more weeks for the second set of blood tests and hopefully our minds as to risk will be put to ease!

Second trimester here I come!

Um yeah, I would be posting more these days — if I weren’t comatose half the time during the day, suffering from insomnia most the night and/or strategically having to place my head over a toilet here and there throughout.  Oh what this 7th week is doing to me!  How will I ever handle being back at work next week?!

We love our OB, and how could we not? Within minutes of general talk the man opened his mouth again and uttered the most wonderful words: “maybe we could do a sonogram today for you guys.” Cue the choir!

There was the sweet pea in all it 7 mm glory, with a healthy yolk sac to boot (that would be the big fat circle my husband partially mistook for an enormously large baby head.  Alas, he was almost afraid to admit it, thinking I would freak out at our baby’s perfectly circular and disproportionate noggin’.) 

For my part, I neither have ever been able to make out a darn thing in a sonogram.  But what I can do is hear and did we ever hear the thump thump thumping of our nugget’s 119 beats per minute heart. Craig and I took one look at each other upon hearing that sound and knew our own hearts had just melted in response.  It was, in short, a dream.  And in six weeks, we’ll get to live the dream again.

So we’ve (not-so) patiently waited these past weeks to get ourselves and our week 6 sweet pea in with the good doctor and today’s the day.

I’m not entirely sure why we feel so dependent on his saying so to finally let out a deep breath and admit that holy cow, we ARE pregnant.  Maybe we just like the guy (we do).  Maybe we just want to hear all’s okay.  Really we’re looking for the man to take one peek inside and immediately declare, “yes ma’am,” “heck of a uterus!”  This is the kind of official confirmation we’d like to get.

That and the ultrasound for which we’re prepared to plead.  They could very well take pity on our previous miscarried selves.  Or just as easily label us ultrasound whores.  But who would not, I ask, beg to let them see the lubs and dubs of their child’s human heart?  Keeping fingers crossed…

Today I am daydreaming that in time I will master making onigiri, shaping eggs into little rabbit heads and cutting cheese in tiny star shapes. 

Then I could send my little munchkin off to school with enticing bento lunch boxes, like these darling Wendy Copley ones:

Wouldn’t you love your lunch too, if someone went through the trouble of making it look like this?

Benefiber, I love you: you make me poop!

You and all the fruits and vegetables in the world making their way through my bowels. 

A call to the doctor’s office brought up the possibility of suppositories if the pipes did not get moving as they should, so as you can imagine, this girl is out to avoid that at all costs.   Keep bringing ‘da funk!

So big! (Or so little!)

(Image Credit disneymike)

…a limp noodle.

So it’s official: this pregnancy is kicking my ass.

Am I to really believe there is a magical elixir for stretch marks?  Alas, probably not.  My poor boobies already bear those silvery streaks from that year in 8th or 9th grade when they thought it cute to grow overnight, literally.  Sigh. So I’m aware this pregnancy will not leave me unscathed.  But I’m prepared to fool myself.

First gift for this mama in the mail?  Mama Mio Tummy Rub Oil and Boob Tube.  They way I see it, you can’t go wrong with something called the boob tube, ‘ya know?   And my new mommy niece recommends the line of products, so I’m game.

Not hurting one bit is the 20% off coupon code that arrived in my inbox this week. Enter MAMACRAVE at checkout: good for a few more days, ’til midnight, Thursday 7/24/8.