I am currently loving and craving Key Lime Pie Yoplait Yogurt-it’s totally yummy-along with orange juice. I guess it’s better than the 3 muskateers bars and chocolate milk cravings of my first pregnancy. Although with this pregnancy and the last my cravings are subject to change.
Pregnancy update January 25, 2008
I lifted this right from this site: http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/calendar/week12
Week 12: Your uterus? Yeah, it’s a softball now
Fetal development in pregnancy week 12:
fetus in third month Even though your little Einstein’s body is still growing quite rapidly 2 inches long right now, the overall super-speedy growth of their amazing brain continues to leave the head proportionately larger than the body— and is actually slightly more than one third of their total body mass! The head and neck are still straightening at this point as can be seen by their little chin lifting off of the chest. Your baby is also actively rehearsing “breathing” by using amniotic fluid to prepare the lungs for future air respiration.
The big news: your little pooper is now officially going to need diapers! Although a majority of the waste produced is transferred to the mother’s system for discharge (to avoid having it linger in the amniotic sac), some urine is released to the amniotic fluid and your baby will actually breathe it in before it passing it on to your for discharge. Not to worry, urine–in this particular form, is completely harmless to your baby.
And how’s mom doing? Logically, as your baby is growing bigger, so must your uterus. By now, your once-flat and relatively small uterus is stretched to the size of a softball (12-14 cm), but that’s nothing: by the time you deliver it will have grown to 15 – 17 inches (37 – 42 cm). Your uterus is slowly increasing at a Your uterus is slowly increasing at a rate of approximately one centimeter per week rate of approximately one centimeter per week. If you’ve got a burning sensation that extends from your breastbone to your throat, you’ve got heart burn or acid indigestion. To lessen this unpleasant experience: eat smaller meals and avoid fried, spicy, and fatty foods. Otherwise, there’s always TUMS, but check with your healthcare provider first
As your pregnancy becomes more physically visible, you’ll have to adjust to people asking you when you’re due and giving lots of unsolicited advice from women who’ve “been there.” Additionally, this is probably the right time to share your pregnancy news (if you haven’t already) with close family and friends and anyone you want to have involved in your pregnancy. Allowing your friends and family to have role in your pregnancy encourages participation and support for the future—when you’re really going to need it!
My own personal feelings right now-I am still experiencing morning sickness and hoping that will stop soon. “They” say it USUALLY subsides in the 2nd trimester… the first time around it never ended-2nd time around it wasn’t as bad-I am hoping the 3rd time will be the charm.
In reference to my blog title January 21, 2008
Yet here, Laertes! Aboard, aboard for shame!
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
And you are stay’d for.
There … my blessing with thee!
And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character.
Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion’d thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. Those friends thou hast,
and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch’d, unfledg’d comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel but, being in, Bear’t that th’ opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice; Take each man’s censure, but reserve thy judgement. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express’d in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man; And they in France of the best rank and station Are of a most select and generous chief in that. Neither a borrower, nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man. Farewell; my blessing season this in thee!
– William Shakespeare (Hamlet)
Yikes, I actually cringe when I think of Hamlet. I really stuggled with the reading in high school. Sadly as much work as I did on reading the play I don’t recall a lot about it-retention-not my thing.
I just thought since I chose it for the title of my blog I’d finally write the reason why I chose it. To me that one particular line is about not fooling yourself (at the very minimum) about who you really are. I believe in just being yourself-let it all hang out-if somebody doesn’t like it they can walk as far as I am concerned. I honestly believe that people who try to fool others are transparent- most times we all can see right through them. So why not be true to yourself and everyone around you-why not reveal your true thoughts (of coarse there still are SOME things better left unsaid) and self?
Relay for Life January 18, 2008
Pop-pop and me back in the day 
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2007 Banner
A sketch my uncle did of my grandfather-we fondly call the fedora a “Pop-pop hat.”
Just putting a little plug in for the race for the cure. I participated and put together a team last year for the American Cancer Society’s 24 hour event. It was a very fulfilling time for me to put a posituve spin on something that feels like a constant negative looming over the heads of various family members and friends. I am proud of our survivors and very deeply miss a lot of people we have lost to this awful widespread disease. My initial true awareness came with my Pop-pop being diagnosed with cancer many years ago (he passed in 1998.) I can still remember the day we found out, sitting in my grandparent’s living room. We knew and he didn’t at that point. Obviously he had been to the Dr. and was waiting for answers. I remember we were talking about it, he came to the top of the steps, leaning on the rail one foot on the top step one on the step below, jingling his change in his pocket as was his habit. We got quiet and a flicker of reckognition that something was wrong came across his face-just a moment I can never forget and I am not sure anyone else noticed it. My heart sank at that moment and from that point on it was a slow painful decline that lasted for over two years. I was praying for his peace at the end-I think we all were. As the years have gone by there have been way too many incidents and death due to cancer that have hit too close to home. So I finally decided it was time to do something-anything. If you are so inclined please donate whatever you can-it helps people that are going through a time with cancer as well as for research for a cure. Here’s my site: Relay for Life it really is a great event and a worthy cause.
To Vote or not to Vote January 16, 2008
I struggle with this each time a presidential election arrives. I seem to always be painfully trying to pick the lesser of the evils. This time I don’t see it any different. I was hopeful but alas I struggle with all the articles and debates and most times throw up my hands in frustration saying “I’m not gonna do it.” Last election I ran out at the eleventh hour in a panic because I just felt the absolute obligation to use my right as a citizen in a free country to vote. I wasn’t completely sold on any of the candidates I voted for and quite frankly the aftermath of the last election left a horrible aftertaste in my mouth. Oh sure, we had our fun at work circulating mock newspaper articles that a white haired lady wearing a pearl necklace with a cigar hanging out of her mouth was seen fleeing a Florida interstate with a truck load of chads. In reality it wasn’t funny at all. I know I am missing a lot when I do not vote in the “smaller” elections-frankly last election day I did not feel educated enough to hit the polls. Unfortunately politics just doesn’t float my boat at all as I am not a very trusting person and am constantly reading between a politicians lines (the exception, of coarse, being my brother.) I don’t know yet where I will be on election day this year or if I will find someone I can sort of stand behind-ya know while looking over my shoulder. Some small part of me is hopeful for some unknown reason-I guess hope does spring eternal.
Old Age January 7, 2008
I got this in my e-mail today thought it was pretty cool:
Old Age, I decided, is a gift.
I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don’t agonize over those things for long.
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I’ve aged, I’ve become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I’ve become my own friend.
I don’t chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn’t need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon?
I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70’s, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love .. I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set .
They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody’s beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don’t question myself anymore. I’ve even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)
Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde January 4, 2008
My poor family doesn’t know which me will show up from minute to minute these days. Between the raging hormones and the “morning” sickness (and I use the term morning loosely) I could be myself one minute then a tired, cranky, biotch the next. Sucks to be them.
My cravings are stereotypically strange: yogurt, cottage cheese and salami/pepperoni/sopressata type meats and milk. Not together ;0) Guess could be worse with my daughter it was 3 muskatteer bars and chocolate milk the entire pregnancy. With my son it varied from day to day. I am about 9 weeks now just a little anxious for a lot of reasons but taking it day to day. I had a holiday post in mind but I don’t really feel like writing that at the moment. Hope everyone (all 3 of my readers) had a good one though.
