Baby Update...

I waddled into the OB's office today for my appointment where both Evelyn and I received a clean bill of health. My blood pressure was excellent (it usually runs on the low side--at one appointment my doctor asked if I needed to lie down), I had lost a pound in the last two weeks (nothing to be concerned about--there is just no room in my stomach right now for food. I lost five pounds one week while pregnant with Isaac around this same point in pregnancy. However this one pound weight loss did make me wish I had really pressured Tobe to get me the ice cream sandwich I was craving last night!), Evelyn's heartbeat was 140 bpm, and she is head down in the official "birthing position." I had my doctor mash around on my stomach to see what baby body parts were where (I cannot tell, just like I cannot read a sonogram to save my life). I had been assuming that baby girl's bottom was pushing up on my right rib cage because this is where I have a lot of pressure and pain. Oh no. It is her foot. She basically is kicking her way out of my stomach, with her head down, her bottom right in the middle and her feet firmly positioned in each set of ribs. This one is feisty, I can already tell!



Here is a fun pregnancy story to share with you readers: After my doctor's appointment (I went alone because Isaac was still napping and this was just a "routine" appointment), I headed out to Kohl's to exchange a pair of shoes for Tobe. While there I of course felt drawn to the children's section. Boys shorts were on sale so I rummaged through them hoping to find a size that would fit Isaac (I am desperately hoping we don't also have to buy expensive adjustable waist shorts from The Gap like we do with his pants). I found a few pairs to bring home and try. After shopping the Children's section, I looked a bit longer (and longingly admired the non-preggo clothes) before making my purchase. AFTER I had paid for the shorts and exchanged the shoes, I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror. Firmly stuck to my ever-expanding belly was a big rectangle sticker with "Large" written on it several times. Apparently a size sticker from an article of clothing had unknowingly become stuck to my pregnant belly and I had been walking around Kohls with basically a sign reading "Large" on my stomach. Nice.



In closing, I must say that it is week three of Dancing with the Stars and I have yet to comment on it. Never fear, dear reader, I am watching and have already chosen a few couples to root for during this season. I am currently cheering for Joey Fat-tone, Lalia Ali, and Ian Zering (aka Don K.). If you live in my area and watch DWTS, then you know that last night's broadcast was pre-empted for live weather bulletins. I feel like people need to be aware of tornadoes, however I don't feel like we need a 45 minute discussion of such potential weather. At one point our ABC affiliate had a newscaster come in who used to live in the potential tornado area and discuss different streets that might be affected, they discussed the damage a tornado did to that same area years ago, and they had a random caller discuss how he thought he might have spotted a funnel cloud while leaving a local Chinese restaurant. All of that is great, but while these meteorologists and newscasters droned on and on about potential weather I was missing Survivor sing "Eye of the Tiger" on Dancing with the Stars. I called my roomie (who lives in last night's so-called "tornado alley" and who technically has not been my roommate since 1999) to make sure she and her family was safe (and had a moment of panic as the phone was ringing that she would leave the safety of the bathtub to answer my phone call). Despite the fact the supposed tornado was a mere two exits down from her house, she personally was not even getting rain, much less the baseball-sized hail Pete Delkus told me the whole area was getting.



ABC finally cut back to Dancing with the Stars for the final five minutes, where I joyfully watched the random Miss USA and her partner (whom we refer to as "Pin Head") get kicked off. Although I was able to witness the actual results of the program, I was quite mad about the 45 minute weather interruption for the rest of the evening. By the time Tobe and I crawled under the covers to go to sleep last night, I was still angry and lectured to him about how weather interruptions should only happen during commercials and not during such important programming as Dancing with the Stars. And people say pregnant women tend to be a bit hormonal....

Here are some "belly shots" from today so you can get a better image of a "Large" sticker stuck to my pregnant tummy.

By the way, I have finally found a pair of maternity jeans that I do not want to back over with my car and set on fire out of anger. I actually went with the "real waist" jeans, despite the fact that they have elastic in the back, belt loops (who wears a belt while pregnant?), and are supposed to fit right at the belly button. I hate anything hitting at my belly button--even when not pregnant--so I just fold these over in the front. The back elastic keeps the pants high in the back, which prevents embarrassing underwear exposure (I find that the semi-panel maternity jeans almost fall off my bottom every time I bend over, which can cause a bit of a scene at Toddler Story hour at our local library). This particular pair is from Motherhood Maternity and were on sale ("real waist" maternity jeans are a bit pricey, so look for a sale if you are cheap like me). If you see me in the next month, most likely I will be kicking these jeans! (or perhaps a floral MuMu if I go into another hormonal rage about unnecessary weather bulletins and completely lose touch with reality)