Thursday, November 12, 2009

13 weeks tomorrow!

Tomorrow marks 13 weeks for me and I have to say I'm finally starting to feel pregnant. My stomach popped out a few days ago and I had to cave sooner than I thought I would on the maternity clothes front. Thankfully I was able to find some maternity clothes in petite sizes. I was wearing a pair of pants my sister bought me which were just a tad too big still. Now I can walk around work without tugging on my pants every few seconds!

I feel like a good chunk of my brain has gone missing and I'm beginning to think I may never get it back. Before I leave in the morning I have to stop for a second and make sure I have all my clothes on, I have shoes on, not slippers, and I brushed my hair/teeth/put on deodorant. It's amazing to me how easily things slip my mind now. Especially basic hygiene things like putting on deodorant!

I have a prenatal appointment on Monday so I have to keep a food diary this week. It's funny to look back and see what I eat every day. I'm a big fan of toast, peanut butter, carrots, turkey and cheese. I don't think I'm eating the same thing every day, but when I go back and look my diet is pretty plain and boring. I'm afraid I'm not eating enough calories, but we'll see what my midwife says after my next appointment. I don't think I've gained any weight, but I want to weigh in on the clinic's scale and see what it says. At the most I've gained 2-3 lbs. Once I enter the second trimester it will be time to start packing on the pounds.

I will post pictures soon - once I take a few where I'm not wearing sweats or pajamas!

And, so far, I am H1N1 free. I'm still trying to get the vaccine, but Jonathan was able to get his so I am hoping that will help. I've been taking so many vitamins I'm afraid I will turn into one, but it's all worth it if I can stay healthy.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Oh, this blasted H1N1

I've spent the past couple months trying to decide if I should get the H1N1 vaccine or not. A few weeks ago I thought I had my decision made: nope, not going to get it. Then Jonathan came home from work one day and told me it was just too dangerous, I should get it if I could. Here's the problem: I can't get it. If I was seeing an OBGYN for this pregnancy instead of a midwife, I may have a better chance. I can't get it from Marion County Health, even though they received 800 rounds of vaccine this week. Those vaccines were allocated within 45 minutes of receiving them and I got a busy signal every time I tried to call for an appointment.

My mother is certain I am going to get deathly ill if I don't get the vaccine. My father-in-law told me the vaccine is only 35% effective. Is it better to be slightly protected than not at all? With Jonathan working in a hospital, and seeing patients with H1N1, it's likely he will bring it home. We are still waiting for him to get vaccinated. So far the hospital is only offering the nasal vaccine for its workers.

It's worrisome because chances are you will get sick with this strain of the flu, even if you up your vitamin intake, wash your hands, change your sheets often and do all the other things that are supposed to help protect you against illness. I was immune compromised before I got pregnant. Am I doubly immune compromised now?

I generally try not to freak out about things like this, but I've decided to go with the general US mindset on this issue. 28 pregnant women have died so far in the US. Yikes. I'm going to keep doing everything I can do to try and stay healthy, but I work in a bookstore and I see a lot of people during the course of a day.

As an American, and a fairly privileged one at that, I'm not used to being in a situation like this. I think overall it's probably a good experience (as long as I don't get deathly ill) but my goodness is it frustrating. All I can do right now is keep trying to get the vaccine and do my best to stay healthy.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

10 1/2 weeks

I'm 10 weeks 5 days and sooo ready for the second trimester. Every time I think I'm done being sick, I get sick again. The nausea is mostly under control, but the throwing up may never stop. At least it's only once a day, at the most. I know there are people who throw up six or seven times a day during the first trimester.

I recently started thinking about all the gear that comes with a baby. Oh my is it overwhelming. I'm determined to just get the basics and buy as much used as possible - especially when it comes to clothing. But then I see the cutest sweater and I can't imagine NOT having it a year from now. I suppose it's a good thing Jonathan gave me a budget as soon as the pregnancy test showed a positive sign.

There is a part of me that feels like these next few months are my last moments of freedom. I don't think my life will end in May when the baby comes, but it will definitely be a lot different. Last Thursday I spent the entire day in bed. I read 2 1/2 books and slept a lot. I'm pretty sure that's not going to happen after Blueberry joins us! Jonathan and I are planning to do a small local trip early next year. It will be a good chance to hang out and relax. I think we may head up to Seattle. There are quite a few things we want to do in the area and if we have the time we have lots of friends and family up there.

I can't believe Halloween is this Saturday. I'm really, really excited for the Christmas season to begin. Normally I don't love the Christmas holidays, but this year I can't wait for November/December. I have no idea why, but I am already looking for items to decorate the house and I've started my Christmas shopping.

It's time to eat dinner. I've been eating pretty much constantly lately; no wonder people gain more weight then they're supposed to when pregnant!

Friday, October 9, 2009


Well, I went away for a while because I was afraid I would blurt out our happy news! It has all happened very quickly, but as of today I am 2 months pregnant. And what a crazy two months it's been. I knew almost instantly I was pregnant. I've spent the past eight weeks feeling sick, emotional, weepy and a bit crazy. Jonathan and I had to make a couple big decisions about how we wanted to have the baby and where we wanted to have the baby, which was a little stressful, but I'm feeling peaceful about our decision.

Our baby is due May 20th, but since this is my first pregnancy I'm presuming it will take a little longer. It was too strange for me to keep calling the baby in my stomach 'it.' For the past few weeks we've been calling the baby Blueberry and I think Blueberry will be its name until we know the sex/decide on a name. We both desperately want a boy, but wanting something that badly usually means God will challenge you by giving you the opposite of what you want.

Truthfully I'm just glad I was able to get pregnant with zero complications despite my chronic illness. On top of that blessing we are able to have the baby at a gentle birthing center, Bella Vie, also despite the evil chronic illness. Good things are happening all around right now. I love my midwives and I love the birthing center. I don't particularly like being pregnant, but I'm hoping I will feel differently about that once the first trimester is up.

Jonathan and I have reacted to the pregnancy as I thought we would: plan, plan, plan. Jonathan is planning on finishing the basement and possibly the upstairs. I already have a budget set up for the nursery and a color scheme picked out, whether it's a boy or a girl. Oh, and I bought a bassinet on CraigsList when I was five weeks pregnant because it was exactly what I wanted and it's never been used. Our plan is to buy as much used baby gear as possible and spread the purchases out over the nine (now seven!) months. Thankfully there are two resale shops here in Salem that specialize in kids clothing and gear.

I've only missed 1/2 a day of work so far which I am really proud of. Most days I feel better if I get up, go to work and have something to focus on besides feeling sick to my stomach. If I could eat constantly, I think I would feel a lot better. Hmmm, I wonder if I can get an IV?? The pizza/pasta cravings have been out of control. I think Jonathan is going to go on strike soon if I keep insist on eating all carbs, all the time.

I don't know what I would do without Jonathan. He cooks, he cleans, he brings me toast in bed, he makes me pizza and french fries and he doesn't mind when I cry for no apparent reason. Despite working forty hours a week, he's almost able to keep up with the house. It's been very, very impressive. When I feel well enough, I help him out, but right now if I have any down time I tend to fall asleep. I've been asking Jonathan for a dishwasher for a year. He's been doing dishes for three weeks and is ordering the dishwasher tomorrow. And he's decided we have to eat on paper plates until we get the dishwasher, because he can't keep up with the dishes. Whatever works right?

Speaking of Jonathan, he's out getting me pizza at my favorite (for the moment) neighborhood place. We're going to eat pizza, watch The Office (yea for Jim and Pam!) and then I'm going to bed. Here's to 12 hours of sleep a night!

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Ocean Shores

Jonathan and I had a really good time in Ocean Shores with my parents. We went for a long boat ride on the canal, walked on the beach, went bowling and ate at an Irish restaurant. When we went for our walk on the beach the dog and I climbed the rocks. When we were coming down she started going really fast and I had to let go of her so I wouldn't fall. Instead of helping me catch her Jonathan took pictures of me and laughed.

Monday, August 17, 2009


Tomorrow I head back to work after taking a week off. It was wonderful spending a week away from work and it makes me feel refreshed and ready to jump into 4th quarter and the holiday season. I can't believe I am thinking about the holidays already, but that is the retail world for you.

Jonathan and I spent a few days camping, then we had a party and then we recovered from the party. We snagged an amazing campsite on the lower McKenzie river. All of the rangers who stopped by said "Oooh, you got campsite #6. That's the best one, we always try to get it when we camp."

The campsite was huge and secluded so we were able to let Isabel run wild. We were right next to the river and there was a downed tree that made a bridge to an island in the middle of the river. Isabel spent a lot of time on that log, running across, playing, running to the campsite, playing and on and on. She thought living in the wild for a few days was a great idea. Last time we went camping she spent most of her time wanting to go home. This summer was a vast improvement. If you ever head out to the McKenzie and want a great place to camp the site where we stayed is Frissell Crossing. It's way up near Cougar Reservoir, but it is well worth the drive. And during the week there's usually only one or two other groups up there. For most of our first day we were all alone at the campground.

One other item of note from our camping time: I ate 6 smores and set a Rodman family record. Jonathan can only eat two before getting sick. I felt very triumphant, and surprisingly not sick, that evening.

We cleared out on Wednesday night when it started to rain. Got home around 11 and woke up early the next day to start working on the party. Next time I have a party I am not doing it in August. People are way, way too busy during the summer and it's insane trying to figure out numbers and food.

The party went well, better than I expected, and no one seemed to mind that we were having a housewarming nearly a year after we moved into the place. We only had room in the budget to buy one or two things a month so if people had come over directly after we bought the house we would've been sitting on the floor and eating out of our hands. Okay, we did have some furniture when we moved in, but nothing on the walls or personal details.

When the party got down to 10 people on we crammed into the living room (it was freezing outside!) and played games for a while. I love how cozy the house seems at moments like that. And I'm glad to have a house. We are lucky in that we both work and can afford to have a mortgage in our 20s.

Today I was sitting in the backyard, which Jonathan fully seeded so we have a bigger area of grass, and thinking about how much I love my house. I have had quite a few moments where I have felt less than spectacular because our house is not as nice and new as a lot of people's we know.

I've been feeling really discontented about a lot of things lately. Have I mentioned that I really, really want to have kids? And of course, it's not happening as fast as I would like it to. One of my faults is my tendency to subscribe to that American attitude of wanting what I want NOW. I've really been trying to work on that and after this time off I feel like I've made some progress.

Lately I've been trying to focus on the positive (which is really, really hard for me) and just be. I love my house, I love my husband, I love my dog, I love my family, I love my work and I think that is more than enough to keep me content. The rest will come, when it is meant to come. Now I just have to repeat that 100 times a day and I should be set.

Monday, August 3, 2009


I have spent the past few days looking for important things I have somehow lost. I spent hours, HOURS, looking for my marriage certificate, or proof of marriage, because I had to renew my license. I ended up having to go to the clerk in McMinnville and get a new copy because I couldn't find the stupid piece of paper. Then I ended up not needing it. Of course.

While looking for the marriage certificate I discovered the bag of picture hooks. I was super excited to stumble across those because I have six pictures framed and ready to hang but I couldn't find the stupid hooks. I knew I would have to order more picture hooks because I only had a few, but I had no idea where those few had gone to. Imagine my surprise this afternoon when I pulled the picture hook bag out of its storage spot only to discover it was empty. Why in the world did I take the hooks out? After 45 minutes of looking I cannot find the picture hooks. So I'm going to order a large quantity tonight and when they arrive via UPS in a few days, I am sure I will find the missing ones.

As I've been searching my house I have discovered a bit about myself. My main discovery: I like chocolate. A lot. I found bits of chocolate hidden in three different places! I ate every single bite, even though most of it was old and not so tasty.

We are getting ready to go camping soon and I'm paranoid I will lose something important before we go. We've been planning this trip for months, we both love getting outside and away from modern amenities for days at a time. What if I misplace the tent? I love being outside, but I don't like sleeping outside with bugs and animals.

I'm going to search the house for the picture hooks one last time before I make an order. Due to my frantic marriage certificate search the entire contents of my attic are spread across the floor upstairs while the contents of my downstairs cupboards are spread around the living room. Since nothing is in its proper place I should be able to find the hooks - right?


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