Tonight I made sushi. “Made sushi” should be taken in the lightest way possible. This is the story. I have been wanting it lately but can’t eat it for those of you that don’t know pregnant girls can’t have sushi. Or at least not restaurant sushi because even if it’s vegetarian, it still may have been cut with the same knife that could carry the raw fish ickyness that’s harmful to a baby…lysteria I believe. So tonight when I got home from work, I guess I felt like torturing myself because I flipped through a sushi cookbook I have (that has lovely pictures to go along with the directions I might add.) Well and I decided that I would give it a whirl. After all, I had the cookbook, a rice steamer, a bamboo mat to roll it with, rice, cream cheese, avocados, chopsticks, and cute soy sauce dipping containers. Oh, and I almost forgot, a really big craving for it. What more did I need. So I steamed some rice, patted it out onto the rolling mat (I don’t know the real name for it) put my cream cheese and avocado on top and rolled it up. It was so exciting! It actually made into a real looking sushi roll and tasted enough like it to satisfy my desire…minus the seaweed paper & the sushi vinegar mix that’s added to the rice. Really it was just a lot of fun. I satisfied a craving and something I’ve wanted to try for a long time. I had been waiting on all the right ingredients. Who knew a baby was the only one I really needed?
today has been a really fun day for me. i slept/stayed in bed until 11ish. got up but stayed in my pajamas and decided to start working on the tree in the nursery. i think that i am satisfied with it. i haven’t painted the owl yet. i am waiting and giving it some time to see if i really am done with the tree. i sent mark picture messages of the progress as the morning went by. (maybe i’ll post them) he seemed to like it. i can not wait for him to get home. i miss him so much. only hours now, so that’s not bad. for now i am eating some ravioli and making pillows for the daybed that’s staying in the baby’s room. a productive and lazy saturday. this should be the only kind.
In the middle of the night last night I had one of those many times that I wish you could take a photograph with your eyes. Frida was laying beside me, under the covers with only her head poking out, which was propped up on the pillow like a little human. She is the cutest thing ever. I had just been telling Jonathon earlier that day that she was like a living stuffed animal, the way that she was so irresistibly cute and snuggle-y…just like your favorite stuffed animal when you were a child. Everyone should get to have a Frida. I wish that I could post a picture of what she looks like in the night time when you catch her being so adorable that you can’t stand it.
The week before last the fabric for the baby’s room came in. I am so excited! It is adorable and great for a baby boy or baby girl. I tried to post a sample of it then and couldn’t get it to work, but I’m gonna try again. I just love the colors, the subject and all the different personalities of the birds there are. I love to just go look at them…I pick out which owl is grumpy, which goofy, the baby and the mama. I am perfectly satisfied with it.
Also, the other day after my appointment I bought the cutest ceramic owl from pier one and am going to make it into a lamp hopefully, with a little help from my dad. I guess somehow owls are becoming a theme. And that’s okay for a few reasons with me. Number 1-my grandmama. Every time I see one I think of her. That was her favorite and I miss her so much, but especially becoming a mother now, I have thought a lot about her and wished that I could have her here to share this with. It can be my way of including her with the baby. She can be the wise, watchful, and oh so loved owls in the baby’s room.It makes me cry almost. Secondly, it’s the perfect bird to put in the tree I’m painting on the wall. I did a little sketch of that to show Mark a while back, but I think I need to practice. Well or just go and do it. That usually turns out best.
Okay, so here’s the fabric…
Okay, so I had a doctor’s appointment yesterday. I was 14 weeks and 4 days. And it was terrible. Before Wednesday I had seen 2 of the 3 doctors in the group, well and then I got to meet the third. I DO NOT LIKE HIM. I know that I am pregnant, hormonal and maybe a more apt to being emotional, but the whole time he was around me I could feel the tears in my eyes. This is a recap of the only appointment so far that has been less than wonderful.
I went back. Got weighed (which is still less than beginning weight but a little more than the last visit. Guess that means no weight gain in the first trimester.) Had my blood pressure taken and of course, peed in the cup. The nurse said ‘oh, you’re 14 weeks now. You can have your flu shot anytime now.’ I told her that I would just wait and see because in my mind I hadn’t been planning on that so I wasn’t ready or sure what I wanted to do. No big deal. She didn’t act like it. Then I went into a room to wait, thinking I was seeing my usual and fabulous female doctor, that I love. But instead in came doctor #3 I will just call him. First of all he said hi Brittany, which really makes you feel like they’ve even, ummm, LOOKED at your chart. And first thing he said when he did look at it was all question-y and mean about me not getting the flu shot today. What a jerk! I could go on and on. But really he was just like why not (in a judge-y, condescending way) and when I said that I’ve never had one at all before and I’m concerned about the first time being with baby so Id like to think about it and talk to some people, well oh no…I had just insulted the old know it all, by the book, done it a million times before so I don’t care about you being new to this doctor. He was offended…”Who else do you suppose you should talk to?” It was terrible. This is where the emotions kicked in and I just felt like I would burst out crying (which I didn’t) so the rest of the 5 minutes with him was just awful. I didn’t get to chat like normal about just the new things and have a happy reassuring appointment that I’ve loved in the past. I did ask him about the heartbeat he let me hear all of three beats of and again was kind of talked down to. Hmm, am I supposed to know all this the first time around? What a poot! I am just hoping and praying this guy will not be my delivery doctor. We did not mesh to say the least. But despite that…the baby seemed to be good. Heartbeat was 160 this time and my belly got measured for the first time. It’s growing appropriately I think. So yay. We have an ultrasound on the 16th of October. I’m not sure if this is the one that will check everything out or not since I was unable to communicate, well and hold in the tears at least. We shall see. Either way I am super excited about that! I’ll be almost 18 weeks then.
That’s about all. I am feeling super, which is a blessing. Now I’m just feeding the baby and loving the little one so much already.
beginning of my 2nd trimester…here’s the belly
herbal essence shampoo in the blue bottle…milk coconut I think…smells so yummy, Frida’s soft serve tail, my late bloomer gardenias- in September instead of just may, a perfect shower, napping on Saturday afternoon, a cold can of Diet Coke, doodles, cupcakes, getting packages in the mail, winning ebay auctions, buying new maternity clothes, popcorn, wasting an hour playing a pointless internet game, Dad’s puppy Belles…