Monday, August 8, 2011

Corn Dogs

Diet from August 7th...

Breakfast (8:00):  A bowl of strawberries, a string cheese and a small cup of coffee with cream
Snack (9:30):  1/2 of a maple bar (first really sweet thing in about 4 weeks)...I could barely handle it.
Lunch (12:30): 2 small corn dogs (all beef), 1/4 cup hummus and pita chips
(I crashed on the couch between 1:00 and 5:00.)
Snack (5:00):  Peppered salami and cheese sandwich with sweet hot mustard
Dinner: (7:30): Bacon spinach salad with honey mustard dressing
Snack (8:30): Raspberry milkshake...yum!  This definitely hit the spot!

At church yesterday there was a kid who sat in front of me that had a yellow t-shirt on with a corn dog advertisement.  I have no idea what the pastor's message was (I think it was something about revenge) because all I could think about was eating a corn dog.  Again, I don't quite understand the whole "craving" thing, but for an hour and a half all I could think about was a corn dog and if I didn't get that corn dog right away after church I think I would've eaten my arm off.  

I'm so thankful I have an understanding, very patient and loving husband because, without question, he pulled into the nearest Fred Meyer parking lot, dropped me off up front and waited for his pregnant wife to come strolling out of the store grinning from ear to ear with a box of all beef frozen corn dogs.  That was one of the best corn dogs I have ever eaten.  

Thanks, babe, for taking care of your pregnant wife.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Diet

Dear little one,

I feel like I should start tracking what I am eating.  I want to do this for a couple of reasons; to actually realize what my diet is and I also find it entertaining what this mama's body is wanting.  The whole craving thing is bizarre to me and my idea behind the cravings is that what I crave is what my body needs (or I am lacking).  I'm not sure how accurate my logic is, nonetheless, tracking my diet will be entertaining.

I'll start logging my diet from yesterday...

Saturday, August 6th
Breakfast (9:30): BLT sandwich and a cup of coffee with cream
Snack (10:30):  About a 1/4 cup of bread and butter pickles and 4 slices of peppered salami (weird)
Lunch (1:00):  Peppered salami, string cheese and saltine crackers
Snack (2:30-ish):  (Aidan's birthday party)  A ton of strawberries...I couldn't get enough
Dinner: (6:00):  Cheeseburger on the grill with pickles, mustard and ketchup...this has been an ongoing desire since day one.

Current aversions:  Anything sweet.  What?  This is very much unlike me.  I usually have the biggest sweet tooth.  I also can't stand the sight or smell of anything related to chicken, including eggs.

That's about it for now.

Later, little one.

Love,
Mommy

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Frame of Mind

Good morning, Hermie.

Your daddy and I were talking this morning and with you being the 4th we find it interesting that our (my) frame of mind is different than before.  With the first pregnancy I think I was naive to the idea of losing our baby.  Nobody talks about miscarriage, although it is very common.  Therefore, I guess I never really thought about it...and I was so excited to be pregnant.  The second pregnancy I was in denial.  I was disconnected due to fear of losing another baby.  I struggle with the "what if".  What if I would've gone to the doctor right away?  Could the loss of our second had been prevented?  This "what if" weighs me down a lot even though I try to look to the positive.  The third pregnancy I was angry.  I didn't want to be pregnant.

My mind frame is different with you little one.  I physically feel different.  My symptoms are strong.  I saw your fluttering, little heart beat.  My clothes are already snug.  I'm excited to share with others...but at the same time a little hesitant.  I look forward to every doctor's visit....even though I'm a little nervous too.  I'm already thinking about what it will be like to hold you, to hear your little cry and to look you in the eyes and call you ours.

I continually pray for you.  I enjoy this new frame of mind.  I love you.

Love,
Mommy

Friday, August 5, 2011

Heart Beat

Dear little one,

I saw you yesterday and I couldn't stop crying.  Tears of joy, excitement, and fear.   Your little heart was beating so fast and you seemed happy as can be.  Dr. Gavrila said you look great, for the little sesame seed that you are.  Molly was there too and she was so happy to see your little heart beating.  I'm so thankful that she was there...it meant a lot to me.

I can only hope that you will continue to grow healthy and be just right.  I can't wait to see you again in two weeks.

Love,
Mommy

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

For The Love, McDonald's

  Oh, McDonald's.  I've never been a fan, but apparently, little one, you like it.  You like it A LOT!  A number 5:  sausage McMuffin with cheese, yummy-greasy-potato thingy, and an orange juice.  I'm going to go with the beef (or whatever that is that's in the sausage).  That's why you like it so much.  I hope the McDonald's craving goes away because not only does it disgust me slightly, but it's also expensive.

It's all for a good reason, right?

Praying for you little one.
Love,
Mommy

Monday, August 1, 2011

Aunt Teagan


Aunt Teagan found out about you last week.
We met in Portland for a lunch date.
I couldn't keep her from you.
I made her a hat...from you.  
It's WSU and Eastern colors.
Aunt Teagan teared up and grinned from ear to ear.
She's excited to meet you.
She and Uncle Kurt are praying for you.
I think they already love you.
How could they  not?
You are perfect.

Love,
Mommy

Herm-Hermie-Hermoine

Oh little one.  Your daddy has come up with a name for you.  "Herm".  As in hermaphrodite.  Apparently he thinks you have both a penis and a vagina.  I suppose you do.  Anyway, daddy finds it entertaining to call you "Herm" or "Hermie"...at one point he did go one step further to call you "Hermoine", just in case you turn out to be a girl.  Your daddy thinks he's a funny one. He is, really.  

I don't care if you are a boy or a girl.  I just want you to be healthy...and make it.  

Love,
Mommy