America’s Worst Looking Parents

On Sunday, Joe and I headed to Rome for the Rome Braves game. We love minor league baseball, and we thought it would be a fun way to spend the afternoon.

However, we forgot our No. 1 rule is “no Sunday afternoon games” for precisely one reason: the heat. It was unbearable, especially since we had such fabulous seats right behind home plate. We ended up leaving around the 6th inning, and when we got home we noticed how burned my arms were. They were bright, bright red and incredibly painful.

Joe was not having a fun afternoon either. His eyes had been hurting him, and by the time we got home, he was having a hard time keeping his right eye open.

On Monday morning, we got up to head to my new OB’s office, and Joe’s eye was so full of gunk it was almost impossible to open. And I was rocking the Wal-Mart burn with my half red/half white arms. As we sat in the waiting room Joe said, “They’re not going to have this baby. They’re going to take one look at us and say, ‘You can’t be parents!'”

And wouldn’t you know it, but as soon as the doctor walked into the exam room he looked at Joe and then at me and said, “What happened to you guys??”

I told Joe it’s a good thing our baby wasn’t anywhere near being due. He/she would try to climb right back in! I promise, we really will be good parents even if we don’t look it sometimes!


Tonight, I walked into the bedroom to watch TV with Joe, and I saw this.


He changed the sheets, made the bed and put one of my teddy bears by my pillow because he knew I’d like it. Not only did he do that, but he hung up most of my clothes.


Joining the Club

I may be almost 9 weeks pregnant (and entering my third month, I might add), but I don’t feel pregnant. I feel the same as I did before, with the added cramping and weight gain. And, I don’t feel like I belong in the “pregnant club”.

Dealing with the inability to get pregnant on my own and watching all my friends and family members get pregnant and have children before me has really done a number on me. Even though I’m now pregnant, and loving the thought of my baby growing inside me, I get jealous when I see other pregnant women. I don’t know why. I’m one of them now. Yet, I feel the same as I did before I got pregnant and I ran into pregnant women.

I’m counting down the weeks until I pass from the first to second trimesters. I don’t want to wish my pregnancy to speed away, but I’m ready to move on past the point of worrying and to the time when I’ll really start to feel and look pregnant. Maybe then I’ll feel like I’m in the club.

Medical Mishaps

Next week on Private Practice: Two women who had their transfers on the same day find out the wrong embryos were transferred and they are each pregnant with the other woman’s baby.

Joe said we’re not watching that episode.

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Eight Weeks

One month left in the first trimester. Finally. I am *so* ready for the first three months to be over. i feel like once I hit the second trimester I can really enjoy this pregnancy rather than be terrified most moments of the day.

All in all, though, the first two months were really good for me. I only had morning sickness for about a week total, and although it’s not fun, it’s definitely doable. I’m at the point now, though, where I’m ready to look pregnant. Right now I just look fat. But, my lower belly is starting to get firm, so I know the baby is growing away. I’m just really looking forward to reaching the point where people will see me and congratulate me.

I’ve started feeling uncomfortable when I sit certain ways. For example, if I sit with my legs crossed too long my stomach starts to feel crampy. If I lay on my right side, or with my torso twisted, my stomach cramps. Apparently, the Smudge doesn’t like those positions.

So, seven months left. My dad says it’s going to fly by. Maybe for him, but I feel like it’s going to crawl. I know in a month or so, I’m really going to start enjoying it and wishing the preganancy to slow down, but right now, I just can’t wait to hold my baby in my arms.