Ouch

So I somehow missed the part where the millions of women who have gone before me in pregnancy mentioned that it's not easy. Though I'm now nearly done with my nausea, I'm exhausted beyond any exhaustion I've ever felt (and should have gone to sleep at 8:00 but spend the last 50-ish minutes reading blogs instead). And now my stomach/abdominal/pelvic muscles are all doing their thing and causing this crazy straining feeling.

Did I mention that I'm tired? I'm headed to bed.

Second Doctor Appointment

We went in for my second doctor appointment this morning. I was a bit nervous; however, all was well. He used that famed Doppler technology, and we got to hear both my and the baby's heartbeat. I read in multiple places how amazing it is when you can hear the heartbeat with the Doppler, but I thought it sounded much more clear with my ultrasound last time. Maybe I'm crazy - or maybe my doctor just has an awesome ultrasound machine and an ok Doppler.

All that to say, both mom and baby are healthy! Yippee!!

Oh, and big thanks to my brother Sean who assisted me in finally getting the baby ticker to work on my blog. Everyone pregnant seems to have one so I thought I'd join the fun a few weeks ago. Everything I tried gave me errors; however, Sean was able to master the HTML craziness on Blogger for me.

The Adventures of Coco, The Expert Bone Finder

Coco has taken to burying his bones in various locations throughout the house. One minor problem is that we have no dirt in our home. Therefore, he's game to try anything: my side fat, under Kit or me as we sit, behind clothes, etc. Last night he even seemed convinced he had buried one well because he stuck it halfway into a chair cushion, and I covered it the rest of the way with my jacket (yes, I was sitting on the chair as he buried).

This morning we had our usual cuddle on the bed after I got dressed with one minor change: he brought his bone. Before we cuddled, he buried his bone in mine and Kit's pillows. Since he can't have his bone while we're away from home anyway, I left it there.

When I got home, I promptly tested to see if he remembered where he buried said object. This is the outcome.

NOTE: I am pregnant and feel like I might lose whatever the contents are of one's stomach first thing in the morning if I try to make the bed. Therefore, our bed is not made. Do not judge me. Most of you probably don't even make your bed on a consistent basis. I, on the other hand, have made our bed (with occasional help from Kit) nearly every morning since we got married. So I think I can take a break while the whole nausea thing is going on. (Kit can't help because I don't get out of bed - also due to nausea - until after he leaves. So don't judge him either.)

An Update from the Pug

Well, somehow it seems that I haven't found much time to blog lately. Mom has been feeling ill much of the time (though the nausea seems to have mostly passed in the last few days) so I've been being the loyal pug that I am and keeping her company. This morning she slept in until 8:00 due to being extremely exhausted despite lots of sleep. I, again being the loyal pug that I am, got in bed with her for the last hour and a half and then proceeded to keep the bed warm (in case she wanted to come back to bed) until 9:00.

Other than sleeping a lot, I haven't been up to much. Just chilling and eating my most recent bone, which mom gave me on Saturday but keeps taking away whenever they aren't home. I've decided that it might be slightly immature to hork down the last knotted section in each bone (yes, I actually swallowed large portions of bone whole quite a few times) and actually untied that knot as well this time. So I'm working on that right now. Pretty good stuff.

I'm really not too sure how I feel about this whole baby thing. I mean, mom's looking a little on the chubby side and for some reason they keep talking about this baby. I really wish they'd talk about me more. I mean, sheesh, I've been in the family for much longer than this baby character. And I believe I stated when Joel was here visiting that I was okay with not having a baby around for a while. So whose idea was it to bring this baby character into the mix?

Have I mentioned that I'm clearly being neglected? When she's feeling really sick, mom even sometimes rubs her own belly instead of mine! What is this world coming to?