The good news is that I’m feeling great again! I took Maalox before bed last night, and all today I’ve been feeling pretty darn good. I’m still nervous that it’s going to all hit me again though.

In addition to the usual – work, play, work, play – I also managed to turn on the wrong element on the stove when I went to make myself dinner, and melted a plastic spatula onto it. Yep. House was full of smoke, and it really really reeks now. Den says it’s “not that bad now,” but HE doesn’t have the pregnant nose. It’s NASTY.

So I ate nuts and cookies instead – was the only thing I could grab’n’run. Meh.

The rest of the day I spent working on a new site. No, I’m not moving. I’m making a blog/scrapbook for the family. Namely my mother. I had made one that was entirely hand-coded, and it worked. But that’s not good enough for me. And not only did I want to install some software, I had to install NEW software. So it’s taken me days to get it set up and working the way I want it to. But I’m feeling rather proud of it now. Mom will never know the difference between the two sites. lol I’ll probably copy some posts over there as I go. To be honest most of what I’m writing now here would be fine for her to see, but I know there’s going to come a time in the future when I’m all %$#@$!#%!# and then I’d have to censor myself, and this is my blog, so. Seperate sites it is.

At least the new software installation was good practice for other work stuff. Right? Well anyways, I’m still obsessed with it, so that’s my “fun stuff” for the weekend.

Ultrasound is this week. I’m split between super excited and freaking scared. I admit to having DBTs (dead baby thoughts). What if we don’t see the heartbeat?? Just can’t think like that. Everything’s fine in there. And Thursday will reassure me of that.

Oo! Oo! Dinasour theme for a boy’s room! Jurassic Nursery Bedding :D

So, after fighting with some code for the last several hours, I finally closed it and realized my stomach was upset. Today at 4pm we each had a pizza from Dunkin Donuts (I begged for one), then at about 7pm I had 3/4 of a box of mac and cheese (We had each taken half, then I was like, “Ummm, you gonna eat ALL of that, honey?” So I got half of his too), so by 12:30am my stomach was all pissed off again. Den thought I was joking when I went running to the kitchen with a crazy wild-eyed look and started rifling through the fridge. Nothing looked good. I turned around and saw… a cake! I had bought a cake, yes, and I’ve been eating it. It’s a good cake. (Angel food cake. With whipped cream. Mmmmmm. All the other kids wanted ice cream cakes; I always asked for an angel food cake for my birthday!) So I started cutting off chunks and eating them as I stood there and harassed Den for not putting the mac and cheese pot in the sink when he was done with it.

Well then the painful gas rumbles started. Grabbed the Maalox that I’d bought earlier today, took 3 teaspoons. Well, mostly. I kind of missed a couple of times. (How does one miss your own mouth?) Den was rolling his eyes and offered to help. I threatened to throw the bottle at his head.

Then I took my pills before bed, and choked on one of them. Coughing fit. Den was kind of staring. “Ummm, are you okay? Slow down, honey…” COUGH COUGH HACK. Those big pills are a bitch. I foresee many more nights of choking.

Yep. So. That’s been my night. I think it’s time for bed, wouldn’t you agree?

This pregnancy stuff is… funny.

So I think I’m one of the gassiest people on the planet right now. Okay, that may be a slight exaggeration. But it sure feels like it. I’m burping and farting like crazy, and I’m damn HAPPY to be, because when I don’t I get that crazy-aweful gas pain again, building up in my chest.

The bad news is that this gas thing may be what I’m dealing with for my first trimester.

The good news is that I still have no nausea, though I’m not counting myself out of the woods yet, by any means.

I really can’t believe I’m going to be 6 weeks along tomorrow! 6 weeks feels like a milestone to me, though I don’t know why. I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s belly pic. :) Weekly rituals are nice. It reminds me to stop and celebrate.

This week I’ve been building my registry. Early? Of course. When am I not way early for something? So I’m having a lot of fun doing it, too, because this time it’s for real. Den even liked most of the stuff I picked out too! (I showed him soon as he got home, of course. I couldn’t wait even one day, hehe.) He nixxed that girl’s bedding I liked (“It’s so 60’s! It’s horrible!” ) and the highchair that straps onto a chair (“Doesn’t look sturdy enough.” )

And then, oh god, then he started talking about our future boy’s nursery. He got wicked excited and is planning an all Red Sox nursery. Red blanket with a big Red Sox logo; white sheets with little Red Sox logos all over it. I don’t know if he’s joking or not. I sure hope he is. (I know he would LOVE to do that, sure. I’m just not sure he’s going to insist on it. Because man, I want nice blue geomtric baby cuteness. Not sports! Ugh! I hate sports!) But it was pretty darn funny listening to him describe his perfect baby room.

I would type more, but I bought a new domain name that I’m just dying to set up. I need to first come up with a design I like, which so far isn’t happening.

So. Not only have I dealing with pain off and on all day, but I’m on a complete emotional rollercoaster.

This evening I had a sudden craving for pringles (not unusual – I love me some pringles), so I ran to the gas station a block away to get some. While there I saw the Dunkin Donuts now sells flatbread sandwiches and personal pizzas. So I had to get a pizza. As I was getting into my truck someone said, “Hey!” I got out and looked at him. He pointed. “Your tire’s really low!” I walked around to see and sure enough, the tire looked like a near-flattened pancake (mmm, pancake… now I want pancakes… ). $#%!! These are the tires that we just spent $600 replacing. (I say “just”, but the day we replaced them was the day of my beta for IVF#1. So two months ago? But still!)

So, being the intelligent woman I am, I drove around to the back of the gas station where they have the free tire air. Out Of Order. Shit. Well, I’ll deal with it later. I drove home and ate. Then I got in the truck to drive to the other gas station that’s just around the corner from the first.

I pull up and someone is parked in front of the air thing. And not in the truck. I sit and wait. And wait. Finally he comes out of the gas station, gets in his crappy little pickup truck, and pulls out of my way. I pull up and see that the air machine says “$.75. Quarters Only.” Grrr. Charging for air. But whatever. I go to get some change, since I just spent my change on dinner.

I stand in line for a while, then explain to the woman at the cash register that I just need some quarters for the air machine. All I have is a $20 bill. She says, “So you want $20 in quarters?” Wha? No, no I really don’t want $20 in quarters. I tell her I’ll take $15 in bills and the other $5 or so in quarters. So then she tells me they have $10 rolls of quarters, and that’s all she can give me. WTF? My only option is to get $20 worth of quarters to use THEIR air machine?

And that, my friends, is when I turned from normal-me to crazy-me. I turned around and stormed out, muttering “I just want some f***ing air in my f***ing tires! Not a whole f***load of quarters!” I don’t think I said it too loud…

I have to pick my husband up from the airport tonight, so it’s not like I could just go home and deal with it later. So I had to drive to the next town over to go to another gas station. As I’m driving I’m nearly in tears I’m so hysterical that I’m not going to be able to put air in my tires and my car is going to crash and kill me. I’m not joking, I was nearly crying.

That station did have a working air compressor (but only one of two) and someone pulled in right ahead of me, but I did get to fill my tires. I think I filled them too much though. How the hell am I supposed to know how much they take? And how do you even read their little meter, there are three sides to it!

So that has been my evening. I’m safely in bed, not behind the wheel of a car, and I have Pringles to sedate me. I do need to drive out to the airport in about an hour though. I am SO HAPPY Den is coming home. I’m a mess and I need my hubby. :(

So NO ONE carries the crib I fell in love with anymore. How irritating. Here are two alternatives, that Den will probably hate. ;)

Delta Sienna (Comes in Natural and White)

Delta Martine (Only Natural)

My day got slightly better, but only slightly. After I posted at close to 3:30am I got up and had a cup of hot chocolate, which *usually* really helps settle my stomach when I have gas pains. And it did! I was so happy! I laid down to go to sleep.

Just as I was almost asleep it started hurting again and got just as bad as it was before. More dry heaving and burping trying to get the pain out of me. At one point I just sagged over the toilet and started crying, it hurt so bad. I hate these stomach aches, and this one wasn’t necessarily worse than others I’ve had before, but it was far longer. It just wouldn’t go away.

So around 5:30am, I’m in bed, in pain, with a bowl clutched to me just in case, I open up my laptop… nothing. I tried a bunch of different things, finally turned on the TV to find out the entire cable was out. I wasn’t happy. I had nothing to do but wander back and forth between the bedroom and bathroom, gagging and burping and rubbing my tummy.

Plus the cable outage gave me a dilemna… obviously I couldn’t go to my client’s feeling like that, but if I stayed home I should work, which requires internet. It was a gamble.

I finally managed to fall asleep sitting up in bed, until my alarm went off at 8am. I think I got half an hour of sleep. My stomach was still hurting, so I called in to let them know I was sick. And then fell back asleep for another hour.

Internet finally came back on while I was asleep, thank goodness, and I felt a wee bit better but I was honestly afraid to move.

At 2pm I did go in to my other job because I more or less had to, and I wasn’t outright puking at that point so I got into my nice big size 12 sweats and dragged myself in. I worked slow and carefully (and banged my ass and elbow into corners, which made me more upset), and basically I just felt miserable all day. And when I’m physically feeling miserable? I feel it emotionally too. Really crappy side-effect. All I wanted to do was cry, my life sucked, work sucked, people hated me, my body hated me, I wanted to go home to bed.

I’m home now and washing the bed linens, and feeling a wee bit better. My stomach still gives me a sharp pang now and then to remind me to take it easy, and food kind of hurts going down, but I’m feeling okay. It’s definitely not nausea, though.

Hubby was concerned when I texted him this morning with the fact that I’d been up puking all night. He thought for sure morning sickness had started for me. When he called me he admitted that with my stomach being touchy enough as it usually is he’s afraid I’ll get morning sickness really bad. But so far so good. Just really, really nasty gas pains. As long as it doesn’t happen very often I’ll be okay. I don’t know what I’ll do if this becomes a regular occurrence.

No more corn for me. Ever. (Yes, I blame the corn I ate.)

And then tonight I puked.

The thing is, it wasn’t from nausea. Or at least, not what I equate to be nausea. It was from pain… gas pain, to be exact.

I’ve been laying in bed since just after 1am. It is now after 3:30am. I have not slept. I have been laying here, rolling from side to side, holding my stomach… unable to sleep because my stomach hurts. Indigestion, I thought at first. (And maybe that’s what I’d classify it as anyways?) It’s right up under my rib cage, feels like a painful ball sitting there.

I got up to pee and just started burping like a sailor. It kind of helped. Obviously, that “ball” is gas, just sitting there, making my life miserable. I leaned over the sink and just tried to burp it out.

Yeah, well, of course one too many of those triggered my gag reflex, which caused me to upchuck. Fun stuff.

And the pain isn’t even gone. :( I can’t find my tums, I’m sipping slowly on water, I can’t sleep (and I need to be up in the morning – joy). It’s not as bad as some gas-related pains I’ve had in the past (oh yes, I’m well aquainted with these stomach aches), but it’s in a weird spot and it hurts!

Going to go attempt sleeping on an incline… see if that helps. :sigh:

This bedding set (“Naples” by Nojo) just went on my list. It’s cheap! And I like the stripes and dots. :D (Girl)

I still like Clover Fields… though I don’t think I’d get the whole set. (Boy)

What I’m leaning towards is getting just a dust ruffle and some sheets. I don’t need a blanket (to tack on the wall?), I don’t really want a crib bumper either – they look cute, but you shouldn’t really use one anyways.

I’m just going to post this for inspiration, because I LOVE IT, but there is no way in HELL I’m paying over $700 for bedding for a crib. Are you freaking crazy?? (Girl)

This one is nice for boys, but $100 for JUST the dust ruffle? (Boy)

I had my first brush with morning sickness today, though it was far far more of a “brush” then a “hello morning sickness!”

See, this morning I forgot to eat. I was trying to work and thinking about food when the heat and the barking dog drove me over the edge and I packed up and drove off to Staples. Which was fine. I bought some supplies for work, then I headed to the grocery store.

About halfway to the grocery store is when I remembered I hadn’t eaten. And I remembered in a major way. Suddenly, out of nowhere, my stomach was grumbling and gurgling and a couple of times I felt the need to puke. I cursed myself for my stupidity, then cursed the car in front of me for not turning left, you moron, it’s green!! Who cares if there’s cars going the other way?! I need to get to the grocery store RIGHT NOW!

So I ran into the grocery store to the bakery counter and then waited… and waited… and helloooo anyone in there? I eyed the rack of muffins and wondered if someone would get upset if I just started eating one. Finally someone noticed me and came running over. I ordered a bagel with creamcheese and stupidly said sure, toast it. But toasters take far too long, I discovered.

That bagel tasted mighty good. I didn’t even eat all of it… I just needed to get something in me.

So always remember to eat breakfast.

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I considered giving this URL to my mom so she can read along with my pregnancy, but then I dropped a few f-bombs in an entry and realized it probably wasn’t a good idea. So I’m thinking about creating a site just for her (and other family, if they want) to follow along with my pregnancy. Not daily entries like these, but every few days a little “update” with milestones and such. And when the baby comes, photos and video and what the baby’s doing. I know Kel has said that to her mom her blog is a lifeline (she also moved to the U.S. from Canada), and that really got me thinking. If mom would use it, I think I’ll do it. Now I just have to think of a domain name, hehehehe.

Then again, maybe it would make more sense just to give her this one. I’ll have to think on it.