Archive | January, 2013

The Pregnant Life: Glucose Screening Blues

17 Jan

Glucose screening next week and I am not excited! Aside from the fact I have to hang out at the testing facility for two to three hours, starving, this involves NEEDLES! I hate getting poked. I’ve been to the testing facility enough for them to know I’m a scary cat, I Ben and Jerry hyperventilate, my palms sweat, and I look like a puppy who’s being left home alone by their owner. Yeah, it ain’t fun in my opinion. I have had so many bad experiences with blood draws and even injections. The facility I go to now are extremely understanding, they talk me down and through it. And to be quite honest, they do a great job so I think I’m just scared of the initial poke and the waiting. Thank goodness for HubbyBear purchasing the iPhone 5 for me (and himself) for Christmas, also taking my netbook with me even though I won’t have the internet (I’m guessing it is true), and of course, snacks/water on hand after the screening since this involves fasting… Oh fasting, I know I’m going to be very hungry. *sad face* I’ll make sure to have a big meal the night before. And off I go to enjoy my ice cream. I’m bad, I know.


Bear Cub’s First Blanket

15 Jan

While browsing an over stock website, I took a look at the kids section for fun – And boy am I glad I did! I found this super adorable blanket. I showed Hubby and it was an instant “buy it!” And so we did.

We both have backgrounds in the aviation industry. I, however, don’t know if I will ever First Blanketreturn to aviation. I used to love being at the airport so much, the people in GA (general aviation), the behind the scenes (sometimes hectic) work, the different aircraft, the blue runway lights, the sunsets, taking my dog to work with me every day, and of course, the smell of jet fuel, mmmm. But all the things that I loved so much about the airport were defeated by the politics of working for small aviation companies. I think it is just working for small companies in general, there is just too much BS drama to deal with. The good people are often scapegoats while the unproductive dramatic workers get away with everything negative. The last two aviation companies proved this to be true, unfortunately. Sometimes I look back and I’m just blown away by it because had they been real companies with real ¬†HR departments and ethics, situations would have turned out much better for everyone who had ever been screwed over.

I guess I’m bitter about it because something I loved was taken away by people who never cared about the GA community the way I did and that’s just too bad. In a way I feel lost career wise because I spent my 20’s at the airport and now, well I just don’t know. We’ll see.

I still love looking up at the sky watching aircraft pass by. And with that, we have this cute blanket. It is Bear Cub’s first blanket, it is what we will bring him home in. I have a big smile on my face, we are very excited!

22 Weeks & Going Strong

8 Jan

How far along: 22 Weeks

Total weight gain/loss: I don’t know exactly, maybe 15lbs or so.

Maternity clothes: Purchased one pair of maternity jeans and leggings the other day.
22 Weeks

Otherwise, I have about ten or so maternity tops which I love SO much. I didn’t think I would enjoy showing off my baby bump so much! ūüôā

Stretch marks: From my pregnancy, yes. Just one, so random… About 2‚ÄĚ long to the right of my belly button. It looks like a lightening bolt. I call is my lightening baby stretch mark.

Sleep: I don’t take naps the way I used to in my first trimester. I’ve been sleeping later at night and waking up earlier, then falling asleep for a couple hours, then I begin my day about 12-1pm!

Best moment this week: Best moment this week was laying in bed at 1230am and feeling my Bear Cub playing kick ball in my tummy.

Have you told family and friends: Yes, everyone is so happy.

Miss Anything: Sushi and seaweed salad… *drools*

Movement: He’s so active!

Food cravings: In the beginning I craved french fries and salty foods. Now it’s sweet stuff.

Anything making you queasy or sick: Nothing since the first trimester.

Have you started to show yet: I began showing about 3 months. I’m pretty darn big right now.

Gender: Bear Cub boy!

Names: Daryus.

Labor Signs: No.

Belly Button in or out:¬†In. I don’t think this sucker is going to pop!

Wedding rings on or off: On, not too swollen.

Happy or Moody most of the time: Mostly happy. If I’m lacking sleeping and tired, then I’m as cranky as a five year old who isn’t getting her way. It’s terrible.

Weekly Wisdom: My aches and pains of my pregnancy is over shadowed by feeling my little guy kick inside of me, it’s unreal.

Looking forward to: Meeting my bear in four months.

Love Quote

8 Jan


The Pregnant Life: Reading to Bear Cub

1 Jan

Reading to your unborn baby is a good way to create a bond. I like the fact Hubby can be a part of this bond as he like most fathers are unable to create the bond a mother and unborn baby have. The voice of the mother is calm and soothing. He isn’t going to understand the words I am reading but rather hear the¬†Nursery Rhymesrhythm¬†of my voice. I think it’s awesome he can recognize my voice. After Bear Cub is here, he will develop listening skills because we will continue reading to him. I’m up for anything that will¬†stimulate¬†his senses and improve brain development. I am really blown away by it. I like reading articles on fetal studies, I’m learning so much. In general, every time Hubby and/or I have a wonder, I Google away. You can never learn enough!

So the book I picked is called “Oh, Baby, the Places You’ll Go! A Book to Be Read in the Utero.” It’s a compilation of Dr. Seuss’ work. Of course, I Googled a good baby book to read and this one came¬†highly recommended. Some reviewers complained about the size saying that it was way too small. I have to disagree. What did they expect, a novel? Oh Baby The Places You'll GoAnyway, I might sound like a nut but I can’t get through this book without crying. When I read the last page I’m sobbing away. I read the book to Hubby on our way home after purchasing it. He teared up, I cried. I had to pause for a few because I couldn’t stop! I’m such a dork, an emotional dork. :’)

The above pictured is a Nursery Rhymes book my two brothers and girlfriend picked out. I like it a lot. I read Old Mother Hubbard then became curious and Googled the poem because uhm, the dog dies! He died because Old Mother Hubbard didn’t have any bones in her cupboard. -_- All of these nursery rhymes have interesting¬†back-stories. I like the book, definitely read it after Bear Cub arrives.