Sunday, February 27, 2011

Enough About Me...


Tuesday, March 1st, marks the end of my first trimester. Can you believe it? I tell ya one thing, being pregnant sure has tried my patience. Throughout my life, patience has never been a popular weapon in my aresenal. I'm just not very good at being patient. However, never in my life, has it been harder to wait. Unfortunately, unlike other things that require patience, this process cannot be hurried and the outcome cannot be forced to arrive more quickly (for the most, and safest, part) than at its own, sluggish pace. I am, along with every other pregnant woman and anxious fathers/father-to-be, subjected to the prospect of a FORTY WEEK WAIT (which can vary, as most people know). When we learn about pregnancy, we are told that it is a 9 month process. This is a lie. It is much closer to ten months. To be fair, two to three weeks are dedicated to a small time before your conception, starting with the first day of your last period. But, still, WE ARE PROGRAMMED TO THINK NINE MONTHS!

I see women who look like they are going to birth an elephant when they are 30 weeks pregnant. People say, "Wow! You look like you're ready!" Truly, they look like their child is MORE than ready and about come out moody and pimply, tweenaged and ready to go through puberty. You can only imagine that they will have reached young adulthood by the time those last ten weeks are finally over. I realize that I will probably be one of these women. Why? Genetics. People thought my mom was going to go into labor right in front of them and produce a set of cooing triplets. Perhaps they were saddened by the fact that, no, only one child was going to come out, and probably not for several more weeks. That child was me. Now, I was a big baby, but not monstrous. The average weight for a newborn baby is 7 pounds, 8 ounces. I was 8 pounds, 13 ouces. Although not quite the feared 9 pound baby, I was still rather big. My older sister and I were both the same weight and length (20 1/2 inches long) when we were born. My mother thought they had mixed up the records when she was told my weight and length, since we were both born in the same hospital. I'm also sure that, in order to spite me, my baby's father will have been an enormous elephant baby as well, making my pregnant belly (and birthing pain) that much more extreme.

However, God bless genetics as well. My mother came out of pregnancy with no stretch marks, having gained only thirty pounds (which she easily shed because she is the most incredible mommy ever, and I truly hope that I'm like her with my children [and not just with the weight loss]). My grandmother's skin and weight was rather resilient, as well. Even MORE spectacular, both my grandmother and mother had extremely short labor. When I first found out I was pregnant, I asked my mom about her labor with my sister and me. I was a C Section, but my sister was natural birth (and I mean ALL natural without any painkillers). She said, that for both of us, she was in labor for an hour and half (I was an emergency C Section, thankfully with just enough time to give my mom the proper pain killers so she could be awake when I was born; however, since it was an emergency, my mother was 10 cm dialated and ready to push by the time they decided she had to have a C Section). For my sister, she was only pushing for thirty minutes. So I am SUPER excited that I won't have the dreaded 20 hour labor with 2 hours of pushing.

Even if I am in labor forever and a day, I KNOW it will all be worth it. I can't wait for Goy to get here. I'm starting to have images pop in my head of what little Goy is going to look like and, if I do say so myself, they have all be EXTREMELY cute. I see lots of thick, brown hair in my future, as well as big brown eyes (although, they could be blue. I have blue eyes in my family, as well, so perhaps this recessive trait will come out). I wonder if Goy will look like me...

Shameless Promotion

A friend of mine confessed yesterday that she really digs my blog. In fact, this is what she said:
"Oh my gosh I am so behind on reading your blog. It's wonderful, you know. You should probably be a writer. Make it into a book, something like that. It's gold I tell ya, GOLD."
She also suggested that I do some promotion for my blog:
"Well we should work on gettin it out there!!! :P you're onl[y] a third of the way through, there's many more blog to be written!!! Many more opportunities to get noticed"
So, here it is, a start to my promotion. If you like reading my blog, that's incredibly awesome. I enjoy writing it, so we make a good team. My purpose in starting this blog was not about entertaining the masses and possibly getting my foot in the door to the writing party. I started it in hopes that friends and family would read it and stay updated (partially selfish, seeing that I didn't want to repeat the same facts and stories over and over again). However, if something more can be accomplished from my blog, then who am I to deny it such success? Therefore, I've decided to promote.


Idea #1: If you like and read my blog often, become a follower. This helps my blog to show up more easily in searches, and can also help my blog be recommended to other readers.

Idea #2: Share it with your friends. If every person who read my blog and became a follower shared it with 5 other people... well, you are all smart. You can do the math.

Idea #3: I'm nominating my blog for Blogger's Choice Awards. Maybe take a second to vote. Here's the link. Vote For Goy's Debut! Goy is in four sections, so, if you're gonna vote, make sure to vote in all four.

Like I said, if nothing comes from this, I'm perfectly fine with that. My reasoning to begin the blog didn't include popularity. So, I thoroughly hope that everyone who reads this just enjoys it and is able to get a good bit of entertainment. Thanks!

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Oh, And...

Here are some new belly pictures. I'm 13 weeks and 4 days, but I took them yesterday. This means I'm almost done with my first trimester!

Ha ha, with my maternity pants on.

13 weeks and 3 days.

About my previous post (Bad Parenting), I wrote all of those. I did not find them on the internet. It is my opinion of bad parenting. However, I feel most of them are of a universal opinion. I'm sure it's controversial and that some of you will be mad at me for writing them (which probably means you fit some of the descriptions), but go ahead. I've never been one to stray from confrontation in fear of people being offended by my opinions. Unfortunately, there are far too many bad parents in this world. I wish there was something I could do about it.

Are You A Good Parent?

Have you ever wondered if you're a good parent? Bad parent? Well, here are some ways I've compiled that can help you decide:

1) If there are more pictures on your facebook of you partying and drunk with your friends than of you spending time with your children, you're probably a bad parent.

2) If you're dating white trash with no ambitions or goals, and with no apparent morals, you're probably a bad parent.

3) If you're more focused on your own drama instead of what is going on with you're children, you're probably a bad parent.

4) If you're children spend more time with your parents or your baby's mom's/dad's parents than with you, you're probably a bad parent.

5) If you have no desire to better your life in order to better the lives of your children, and just decide to live as poor, white, trash for the rest of eternity, therefore making your kids poor white trash, you're probably a bad parent.

6) If you encourage your children to drink, smoke, or do drugs by drinking, smoking, or doing drugs with them, you're probably a bad parent.

7) If you hit your children unnecessarily or because you don't know how else to take out your frustration with them, you're probably a bad parent.

8) If you treat your children like they are your peers and ONLY your peers, you're probably a bad parent.

9) If you have to have food stamps to feed your kids and welfare to help take care of them, but still manage to smoke pot and cigarettes, buy alcohol, and have an iPhone, you're probably a bad parent.

10) If you're children fear you because they're scared instead of fear you out of respect, you're probably a bad parent.

11) If you are constantly sleeping around and bringing new people home to have sex with while your children are there, you're probably a bad parent.

12) If you are as immature as your children, you're probably a bad parent.

13) If you're more preoccupied with what other people think about you than what your children think about you, you're probably a bad parent.

14) If you don't know basic safety for your child (such as strapping them in properly) and you've never taken the time to learn (or perhaps just neglect basic child safety), you're probably a bad parent.

If you can relate with several of these things, I feel bad for your children. Don't bother having more. In fact, give away the ones that you have to people who actually know how to be good parents.

Friday, February 25, 2011

Thursday... A Tribute

Tomorrow and Sunday mark the days of something I don't recall ever happening before: Thursday is coming to the same state as me and I don't get to see them :( These would have been my 8th and 9th Thursday shows. You can never have too much of your favorite.

Although their style has changed and been tweaked over the years, the core of Thursday is always there: first and foremost, the group effort. No one instrument is more important than another, just like the vocals are nothing without the rest of the band. They are all prominently displayed, if not all in one song, then more or less in another. Take “Division Street”, a prime example for a guttural focus on bass and rhythm, which a secondary sound of a peaky guitar riff. Then switch focus to “This Song Brought To You By A Falling Bomb” where the piano takes over and sweeps into motion, carrying and running with the softness of Geoff Rickly’s voice so beautifully that you can’t help but let it move you in some way. The helpless sadness seems to almost turn into a harsh sadness, an anger, towards the end, upset that the person this song is written about has to feel this way.  It’s the crescendo, the climax, the breaking point… “ But the footsteps are getting’ louder, drownin’ out the sound of the rain as it knocks on the window sill. I’m not answering the phone, let it ring. Lately I’ve been feeling like a fallin’ bomb. The ground is getting closer and the sky… is falling… down.”

 This Song Brought To You By A Falling Bomb
Division Street

Another amazing this about their music is the reprieve that every song takes from its path. The heavy and charged songs perhaps get a little quieter, the lamenting songs see a brighter light. I believe that these are called “bridges” in the musical world, but they are so much more than that. The purpose of these sections is not to fill a “role” of a bridge. They are there to complete the song, to bring it to greater depths.

Now, lead singer, Geoff Rickly, is not only phenomenal of his own accord, but he is my hero as a lyricist and musician, employing passion that is unprecedented by any other. His use of imagery, metaphor, simile… they are all so amazing. You listen to his lyrics and think, “Wow, I can practically feel, smell, taste, hear, see EVERYTHING he is saying. I’m right there, in the song. I AM the song.” His writing is an example to me. I’ve often written pieces that borrow his lack of structure, his use of connotation, personification… I swear, he has a degree in creative writing, or he was born with a complete knowledge of words and literary devices.

 Did I mention tough? He smashed his face on the microphone when he was swinging it around, but, dammit, he finished his set.

I just read an article about their new, upcoming CD (which is released the day after my ultrasound, four days after my birthday, so, just putting it out there, it would be a rad birthday gift) and listened to their single, “Magnets Caught In A Metal Heart”. Granted, this isn’t what I was expecting from Thursday, but it was amazing, none the less. It also retains plenty of elements from Thursday’s past albums. When listening to the song, it felt like a mixture of A City By The Light Divided, with some choice elements from War All The Time and Common Existence. It ends abruptly, I wasn’t ready for it. Even now, I’m sitting here, having just listened to it again, not sure exactly what I was writing when it ended. Geoff Rickly comments about the unusual characteristics of the song in an article, saying, "It was really fun to write a pop song and not be writing it because we think we might have some chance at getting a radio hit or because our label wanted us to. It's ‘cause we don't give a fuck about punk kids telling us it's not punk to write a pop song." This is honest. This is what music is about: writing and singing and playing what you WANT to play, not what everyone says you should. He then goes on to explain why it’s the single for this album: "This is a really different record and we thought we should just come out of the gates with a really different song… If our die hard fans heard the heavy songs first, like the heavy, passionate 'Past and Future Ruins' or 'Turnpike Divides,' is it false advertising, basically? It's like a warning for our fans: You're not going to get the record you think you're going to get." And bless them for it. Bring on something different, something fresh. And I’m not saying anything bad about their previous albums, especially their first three full albums (this is to exclude Five Stories Falling, their live album, which actually contains one of my favorite Thursday songs, perhaps my favorite of all time, “Jet Black New Year”). They could re-release a mixture of Waiting, Full Collapse, and War All The Time and I would be ecstatic. But this is progression, this is moving forward.
I could go on writing another nearly 900 words about this amazing group of people, but I think you all just need to experience Thursday for yourselves. So go do it.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

I'm So Busy...

BUT, I promised to write. Even though I'm SUPER TIRED and have and ENTIRE book to read. Before Friday.

Monday Doctor's Appointment: So I met with my doctor on Monday, Dr. Stevens. I was super excited to have a female doctor... Until I realized that she would have a male med student tailing her the whole time, and I mean the WHOLE time. This was rather uncomfortable when it came time for my "downstairs" check-up (which is a rather unpleasant experience to begin with without a male med student ogling behind my doctor). The whole GYN part of the OB/GYN visit was just rather weird; I felt like I was at the circus, and I was the main event.: nurses were walking in and out, we had Mr. prying med student gazing into the depths of MOI, Dr. Stevens poking and prodding; the only person who DIDN'T see my privates was my mom, which I thought was kind of funny, considering she birthed me. So I just kept looking at her, smiling like there was nothing unusual going on in my nether region.

 But wait! Lots of good news, too! First, we talked about my health (Do you have diabetes? No. Do you have heart problems? No. Do you have...? NO, NO, NO!), then we proceeded to talk about how my pregnancy has been so far. Finally came time to look for Goy's heartbeat! Dr. Steven's told me NOT to freak out if there was no heartbeat, because 12-13 weeks is pretty much the earliest you can hear the heartbeat. So we searched and searched and searched. At last, there is was. But we didn't hear it for long: Goy loves to swim around and was outta that spot in no time. My doctor also said that Goy was probably behind my uterus, which was why it was so hard to find in the first place. However, it was still such a blessing even if I only got the hear it for a few seconds.

Second really good thing: All my blood work was fine and I DON'T HAVE HIV!!! Ha ha. What a relief that was (in case you're not so bright, this is a joke. I knew I didn't have HIV). My blood count is normal, my blood pressure is good, I don't have gestational diabetes, etc.,etc. So that was all good news. And I won't have to give more blood 'til much later on in my pregnancy. I'll also have to have another Glucose test around that same time.

That was pretty much the entirety of the appointment. Well, she did push on my belly alot and do other weird things that I won't go into graphic detail about (it felt alot like being violated... ugh). We scheduled my next appointment (April 8th, my birthday, and three days before my ultrasound). She told me that if I have any worries I could call or go to the ER... and that was it. I said farewell to her and her leeching med student accompaniment and proceeded to my Organic Chemestry class.

And there we have it: The story of my first REAL prenatal doctor's appointment! Au revoir!

Monday, February 21, 2011

Okay, So TODAY, Oh, Today

My doctor's appointment on Friday was not actually one where I got to see a doctor. Therefore, no heartbeat listening. But TODAY is the day.

Friday, at the appointment, we took care of gettting me in the system, figuring out my insurance (I'm 100% covered by Medicaid! Thank God), going over a bunch of pregnancy stuff, and getting bloodwork. My nurse was fantastic, I really like her. Oh, and best part... I GET A FEMALE DOCTOR! That is fabulous. I understand that male OB/GYNs are proficient in their job and very good at it, I'm sure, but they are MEN. They will never experience what I'm experience, they will never know how it really is to be pregnant even though they know the ins and outs of pregnancy. Even more, he will NEVER have a vagina. I'd like my doctor to have a vagina since she will be examing mine. Not exactly a comfortable experience with an unfamiliar male (or familiar male, at that... except for certain experiences, which I'm positive you all can figure out. However, even in familiarity, I'd rather not be EXAMINED. Sounds embarrassing from all points of view).

As far as my blood work went, I had to have a glucose test. That meant I had to drink this super, overly sweet, orange drink. It tasted like what I would imagine pure soda syrup to taste like.
Then, I had to wait an hour for this orange drink filled with glucose to scour through my system. When I came back, it was time to give blood!

That's pretty much all about my doctor's appointment. OOOOH! My ultrasound is on April 11th. So put your votes in on the sex of the baby and we'll see how many of you were right.

I'll be sure to post another blog tonight after I hear the baby's heartbeat. I'll even try to put a soundclip up. We'll see if it works. But, in the meantime, enjoy this beautiful day. Ciao!

Friday, February 18, 2011

Today, Oh, Today

Today is the day. The day for which I have been waiting since January. Today, Goy becomes even more real. Today, I get to hear my first child's heartbeat. I can't even describe how excited I am. That's quite a feat since I am one in ownership of a rather large vocabulary, if I do say so myself.

Now, I've heard about this experience and milestone from other moms-to-be. The description that I get about it is usually: "It was amazing, indescribable. You'll fall in love with your baby." Now, that sounds about right. However, I also feel like it is SO much more than that (which, I believe, is how the word "indescribabe" gets included in the description). It is... evidence. Evidence of creation. I don't care if you believe in God, aliens, mother earth, etc., suddenly, your belief becomes real. For those of you that believe in nothing, I have a feeling (even though I haven't actually had my appointment yet) that you will second guess your disbelief when you realize that there is a heart beating inside your body that is not your own.

With that being said, hearing Goy's heartbeat is not the ONLY reason why today is a wonderful day. I shall make a list:

1. Goy's heartbeat
2. My mom (AKA Mommy, coolest parent on earth, along side my dad, AKA Daddy) is coming up here to have lunch with me, attend my appointment where she will hear her FIRST grandchild's heartbeat, and then bring me back home with her... after my 4:05 class, but THAT'S OKAY!
4. It is absolutely magnificent out. Quite possibly the loveliest weather we've had all year.

I will try to keep up with the writing this weekend. And I will even try to post another blog today about hearing Goy's heartbeat. With that being said, I bid you adieu. Go outside and enjoy this beautiful day.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Names, Names, Names, Names!

I tell you what, we are definitely not on short supply of extremely lovely names. Although I love the names I've picked out, I just keeping seeing other ones that grab my attention. So I must keep reminding myself of two things:

1. Goy hasn't been born, the birth certificate hasn't been filled out, so I still have time to change my mind.
2. I'm going to have more kids. Goy isn't the only one that I get to  name.

I mean, when you have names like Stella, Cassiopeia, Kalliope, and Penelope, how can you possibly pick just ONE?!?! (Well, two, I guess, if you are planning on using an extravagant middle name). And talk about boy names... Do I want something really masculine? Or what about something beautiful and classic? I think I'm stuck on the name Jasper. But, goodness, what about the name Jack? Doesn't that just ooze manliness? Whouldn't you like to be held by a man named Jack on a dramatic, stormy night, when you've somehow become lost? You'll be standing there, curls plastered againsts your back, your satin night gown soaked, your body chilled to the bone. Then, out of nowhere, comes manly Jack, who is now holding you tight and assuring you that everything is going to be okay.

How about Gage (second "g" sounds like a "j" for those who aren't very good with the English language)? That is totally a bad boy name. Looks like we'll be staying away from that one (although, if there's a man out there named Gage who is tall, dark, and handsome, I'm single).

Then there's the classic, handsome, "I'm going to go to Harvard" name, like Jasper. Oh, Jasper.

Then you get names that mean something, names that mean absolutely nothing, names that you think should mean something but don't mean anything...

What about names like Drew and Dylan for a girl? You know, give her a little tough side. Granted, I don't like either of those names, but some unisex names have crossed my mind. Then again, I have a unisex name and I don't think it's super fabulous, to be honest. I like my name, but I don't think it gives me some edge on life, or a feeling of superiority because I wasn't named to be "girlie".

I always come back to Stella. Stella, a princess, but a warrior princess. Any little girl of mine is going to be tough as nails. Also, much easier to spell than Cassiopeia (although I still love the name). Hmmm... thankfully, I have a little over six months to overthink this even more. But for now, I think I've talked myself into sticking with Stella and Jasper.

If you have any name suggestions, feel free to spell 'em out.

Or... I could give Goy more than one middle name... 2 wouldn't be so bad... or 3... 4 might even be cute...

Monday, February 14, 2011

FAQ #2

This post is, obviously, MORE frequently asked questions! I'm also posting some anticipated questions. Once again, if you have a question that isn't answered on here, feel free to ask it in the comments!

Q: Is it a boy or a girl?
A: I HAVE NO IDEA! I'm only 12 weeks (tomorrow), and that's too early to find out.

Q: When will you be able to find out the sex?
A: Most likely (since I have Medicaid) at 20 weeks. This is because I will  probably only get one ultra sound (if the baby is healthy and I don't have any complications), which they usually do about half way through the pregnancy.

Q: Do you want to know the sex or do you want it to be a surprise?
A: It's a suprise either way. Why would it be any more surprising to find out at the birth than at week 20? So, yes, of course I want to know the sex as soon as possible.

Q: Are you planning on dating/marrying the baby's dad?
A: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Q: Do you want any other kids?
A: Yeah, but definitely a long time (six years?) from now. Or whenever I get married and decide to have more children.

Q: How many more do you want?
A: I don't know, probably one or two.

Q: Are you going to get an epidural?
A: ABSOLUTELY. I have no qualms with the idea of being "drugged up" while pushing a watermelon through a hole the size of a grape.

Q: Are you going to avoid a C-section until you absolutely, undeniably have to have one?
A: Yes. C-sections are major surgery which would keep me in the hospital longer. And is there anyone out there who is excited at the idea of being cut completely open? If so, I am not one of you. Plus, it would be great to be able to have my mom in there with me. I'm not sure if she could watch me be cut open, though. Basically, the idea of vaginal childbirth is much more appealing (even though it sounds horrible, as well).

Q: Who are you going to have in the delivery room with you?
A: Well, definitely my mom. She's super encouraging and I know she'll take care of me. The second person will probably be my friend, Lori, because she's tough. Plus, she's almost like a second mom/best friend/sister. I know between Lori and my mom, I'll be as comfortable as I can, and they will encourage me and cheer me on when I really feel like giving up.

I think that's all for now!

FAQ #1

A friend of mine suggested that I make a post for Frequently Asked Questions. What a great idea! I will try to answer a few on this post before I have to go to class (Organic Chemistry... EEWWWIEE. But I'm trying to like it). I will post more as time goes on and more questions develop.

Q: Are you planning on keeping Goy after Goy is born?
A: Absolutely. I can't wait to be a mommy, and Goy is my little special gift. At first, I was planning on giving Goy up for adoption, so that might be where some confusion has come from concerning this question.

Q: When is your due date?
A: August 30th! Although, I'm hoping to have Goy on August 27th because that's my Daddy's birthday! Everyone, keep your fingers crossed!

Q: How far along are you?
A: Tomorrow (2/15), I will be 12 weeks. Every Tuesday marks the start of a new week.

Q: How are you parents taking it?
A: Of course they were disappointed at first (and may still be), but they are coming along with the idea of being grandparents. My dad is having a harder time accepting this than my mom, but I think he is starting to get excited. They are both extremely supportive and I know they will love Goy just as much as I do.

Q: What about the rest of your family? Are they excited?
A: My sister (whom I speak to about once a month) is definitely excited. She has a nephew already, but it is on her husband's side, so this is going to be a little different. My grandparents are having a hard time adjusting to the fact that I'm keeping Goy, but they are very supportive. It's such a blessing to have wonderful grandparents like them! As far as my aunt and uncle (and cousins) go, I've only spoken to my aunt about it. Once again, not sure about excited, but definitely supportive. However, I'm positive that excitement will grow rapidly once everyone completely adjusts and as I get closer to my due date.

Q: Do you want a boy or a girl?
A: I want a healthy child. Also, I don't want to get my hopes up for one or the other. Plus, I don't want Goy to feel unloved if Goy is not the "right" sex. Babies can feel emotion, ya know. Not to mention, there are pros and cons for both sexes, and I honestly can't choose which one I want! Therefore, I'm sticking to the answer of, "I want a healthy child".

Q: Is the dad involved?
A: As of right now, no. But who knows what will happen. All I know (as of yet) is that I will be filing for child support once Goy is born. We will see what happens from there.

Q: What are you going to do about school?
A: I will take Fall 2011 semester off (Goy's due date is about a week after classes start) so I can take care of an infant. We will be living with my parents for this period of time. Then, Goy and I will be moving back up to Gainesville for Spring 2012 and Summer 2012 semesters. Those should be my last two semesters for my undergraduate degree.

Q: What are you going to do AFTER school?
A: Goy and I will be coming back home after I finish my Bachelor's degree. Part of my degree is a minor in Science Education, so I will be able to get a job as a high school science teacher while I get my Master's degree at USF (I wanted to get my Master's degree at UF, but it will be easier to be close to family). This way, I can support Goy and myself!

Q: What are you going to name Goy?
A: Even though I've become attached to the name "Goy", I don't think I should use it as a permanent name for my child. So, for a boy, Jasper Baxley Conte. For a girl, Stella Noëlle Conte. (Noëlle is my middle name). There is still room for adjustment, but I think these are it.

Q: How are you feeling so far?
A: I had some nausea early on, which was accompanied with occasional vomitting, but, thankfuly, that has passed for the most part. I'm still feeling tired, but my energy is starting to pick back up. I get occasional cramps, but nothing worrisome. Right now, I mostly just feel fat. It's awful. But I have to keep reminding myself that I'm growing a BABY, which is kind of a big deal, and that no one expects me to be a supermodel. Also, I am definitely emotional. Just ask my roomie, Courtney. But don't really. She has some pretty embarrassing stories. However, the absolute WORST thing is having to pee all the time. It's so inconvenient and uncomfortable.

Q: Have you had any weird cravings?
A: No. Plain and simple, just no.

Q: Are you still smoking? What about drinking?
A: Of course not. Give me some credit.

Q: Are you goin to breastfeed?
A: Yes, I really want to. People keep telling me take a class about it, so I'm considering doing this. WE WERE MADE TO BREASTFEED! It's the best thing for our babies!

Well, I must go take a shower before class. Please, let me know if there are other questions! I'd rather answer them on here so that I don't have to say the same thing over and over and over and over!

Sunday, February 13, 2011


Sorry I haven't posted all weekend! I've been in Jacksonville to see my best friend. Mostly it was sitting around doing nothing. But we did a couple of fun things, the most eventful of which was shopping! I succeeded in getting my first pair of maternity pants. I know, super exciting.

I wish I didn't love accessories so much. I always wanna spend all my money on the unnecessary, yet beautiful and lavish things, such as: jewelry, glasses, scarves, bags, etc. Jewelry is my main weakness. However, I actually NEEDED a purse because I was currently using (only for the one day) a plastic grocery bag. I figured that allowed me to get a purse WITHOUT the guilt of an unnecessary purchase.

I will leave you all with that (I'm writing this on my phone in the car on the way home, and I'm starting to get car sick), but will update more later.

posted from Bloggeroid

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Quick Baby Update

So, I think I've pretty much brought this blog up to speed, as far as important events go. I've started to take belly pictures. For those of  you who don't see them on Facebook, I will put them here.

 These first two are 10 weeks, 5 days

11 weeks, 2 days. A little bit of difference.

I'm anxiously awaiting my upcoming doctor's appointment (next Friday!) and I'm crossing my finger that, since it will be the end of my first trimester, I will be allowed to hear Goy's heartbeat. I'm also really nervous that things won't go well (as far as going to listen to the heartbeat and it not being there). But I'm trying to remind myself of what my mom always says: "Worry builds bridges over rivers you may never have to cross." So I'm trying to make that my mantra. Really, I just want someone to tell me that my baby is okay.

Well, I have to go be a dork and watch Harry Potter. BYYEEE.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Gator Baby

I've been experiencing a want to buy baby clothes and baby things ever since I decided to keep Goy. I've tried not to act upon this urge since I don't know if Goy is going to be a boy or a girl, and I'm not terribly fond of the pastel yellow that people seem to associate with a nongendered baby. However, as most urges go, something must be done to make them subside.

Courtney and I took one of our semi-usual trips to Walmart (sometimes we go to Target if we don't really NEED anything, but just have the urge to look). I can't remember exactly what we went there for, I think maybe a case of bottled water since I go through a 24 pack in about five days.
Then again, I could be wrong. We may have gone to Walmart just to go to Walmart. But either way, I had, once again, this strong urge to go look at all the baby stuff, even though I KNEW that I shouldn't, because I would want to buy all of these clothes that just might be wrong for my baby. However, I went anyway. I grinned broadly as I looked at all of the cute, little, tiny clothing, in all of these different styles adjusted for the use of miniature humans. I picked up a Newborn sweater, quite scholarly in appearance, and imagined Goy (as a boy, of course) looking so dignified, sitting in his car seat wearing this adorable, gray sweater. I clutched it to my chest and carried it around with me, while I looked at other baby attire. I had picked out a second article of clothing by the time Courtney found me (she had taken a separate expedition to the bathroom).
"Alex, you don't even know if Goy is going to be a boy or a girl."
"But they're only a few dollars! And I think they look kinda unisex!"
"Alex, they look like boy clothes."
I succumbed to her wisdom and, sadly, put back the little treasures.
"I want to buy baby clothes!" I whined.
Then, a thought struck me... I'm a Gator... which  means that Goy is going to be a baby Gator... and baby Gator onesies HAVE to be considered unisex. I expressed my feeling to Courtney, and she told me about a corner of the Walmart that had strictly Gator stuff.
"I'm sure it has baby clothes," she said.
I rushed to the Gator corner and, there inseed, was baby Gator apparrel: baby cheerleading outfits, baby football jerseys, baby everything. And then, in a small corner of the corner, were the baby Gator onesies. How fabulous! I could fulfill my urge to buy baby clothes without having to buy those ugly, pastel yellow outfits! I picked out a set of two for babies 3 to 6 months.

And that, my friends, is the story of my first purchase for my precious, little Goy. THE END!

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Once Again...

I have to disappoint all of my readers (I feel like such a stud when I say that) and not post another full blog tonight. I promised my roomie (Courtney) that we could finish watching The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers tonight. Epic. Goy is definitely going to be a LOTR/Tolkein/Harry Potter/Fantasy-stories-in-general junkie. I think it's a craving for me, but it started before my pregnancy and will last for the rest of my life. So maybe not a craving at all, just a love of mine. (Someone PLEASE take me to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter? Spring break is coming up fast, and my birthday is a month after! It could be a great gift! Just putting the idea out there. OOOH!! You know what would be a rad baby shower gift? A Harry Potter outfit for Goy! Oh my goodness, now I have Halloween costume ideas for at least the first ten years of Goy's childhood...  this is great... this is what freewriting is all about, right? Letting ideas just flow and blossom! Ah but I'm getting ahead of myself... it happens quite often. Thinking about Goy stimulates my mind and thinking about my favorite stories stimulates my mind, perhaps making a dangerous combination. Am I still writing in between parentheses? Oh well.)

Back to the main point: Sorry. Tomorrow I have a whole three hours of free time. I will write a new blog during that time. Until then, I bid you adieu.

A Big Step (As Opposed to Baby Step)

Okay, so a couple big things happened between the story in my last real post and the current date. The first big thing was: Doctor's appointment!

I had my first appointment for my pregnancy on January 20th. There wasn't much to do with the baby, and pretty much all to do with me. I was asked a series of questions before seeing the nurse (at least, I think she was a nurse?):
I felt that I was fairly honest with all of the questions. No reason to lie, right? Well, my roommate got a kick out of it for sure (Courtney accompanied me, even though she wasn't allowed in the room). I got called in to see the nurse where she proceeded to weigh me (ICK, hate that part; it's never satisfactory), take my blood pressure (excellent), and my pulse (average). She asked me about  any medications I was taking. When I told her about my antidepressant, she was very adamant that I NOT stop taking it. I was extremely relieved, since I'm not sure how well I'd be if I was told to stop. I probably would have ignored the demand and continued taking it anyway. When we discussed the reason for my visit, she seemed very excited. Obviously, we don't get a lot of undergraduate preggers at University of Florida. When I asked about any prenatal care they provided, she informed me that they don't provide any because they like to go in the other direction: Prevention. We both acknowledged the fact that it was a LITTLE late for that in my case. But she was very enthusiastic, and told me to call for anything (as she handed me her card). She informed me that I would be going to Shands Medical Plaza for my prenatal care. Karen (the nurse) then calculated my due date (her calculations said September 1st, but everything else I've looked at has said August 30th) and gave me a pregnancy test so that I could finish my application for Medicaid.

Peeing in cups is definitely not an easy thing as a female. I thought I had it positioned correctly, but apparently not. Thankfully, I only peed on my hand, the cup (with a little urine actually INSIDE the cup) and not all over my clothing (which, I'm assuming, could have happened. I'm thankful that it didn't). I think maybe the misdirection was due to the fact that I KNEW I was going to be asked to pee for a pregnancy test, so I drank a bunch of water before I went to my appointment. By the time I was asked to pee in the cup, I was on the verge of bursting. Perhaps that's not an ideal way to approach the cup. It was quite an episode, and I think that it would have made a rather comical scene had anyone else been allowed to view it (unsuspected by moi) from a one way mirror (although, I think I would have been a little wary of a wall sized mirror in a student health clinic bathroom. I'll never know until it happens.)

I turned over my washed off pee cup to the care of Nurse Karen. She had gloves on, so I felt a little relieved that she wouldn't be touching my pee, even though I'm sure it's clean. I went and sat back in the room where most of the "interrogation" (going along with my one way mirror theory) had taken place. When she came back into the room, she was holding a rectangular pregnancy test with the urine pad in the middle (I'm assuming the are strictly for professional use, since most people don't have throw-away droppers at home). It was positive, something that I already knew. She even told me that the second line showed up right away, which she found amusing (I guess I have strong pregnancy hormones, because all my positive pregnancy tests were like that).

After she recorded my positive pregnancy test and my due date on a sheet for me to send to Medicaid, our visit was almost over. I expressed my feelings about weight gain during pregnancy (I believe I told her I didn't wanna be a fat whale by the time the baby was born) and we scheduled a visit to a school nutritionist (which was cool, but nothing to write home about... or update my blog about). Then she gave me a bunch of pamphlets about pregnancy, and when she handed me the pamphlet called "Are You Ready for a Baby?" she laughed outloud and said, "Too late for that one, but here you go anyway". All together, I think I enjoyed her company. I was disappointed that I couldn't keep her as my main nurse.

So, as everyone can see, my Dr.'s appointment went well. I was making my way to being covered for my pregnancy and for my baby, and I'm much farther in the process now. This is where I'll leave off, but I'll post another tonight to make up for my hiatus!

Sunday, February 6, 2011


Sorry for not posting anything new. I'm extremely busy preparing for two upcoming exams, both tomorrow. Goy is doing well, I suppose. Probably just kicking around and doing cool stuff that embryos do. I will try to post an update/story tomorrow. SO SO much to do. Once again, Sorry!!!

Friday, February 4, 2011

Wild Fire

Right now, I’m sitting with my roommate, Courtney, and her best friend, Rachel, while they play video games. I’ll try to stay focused though.
In the second week of school, I had every class that I would have for the rest of the semester, unlike the first week, where I only had one class (it was a nice start). Since I was lacking one last class for a general education requirement, I’ve been forced (well, it’s really not bad… rather interesting, with some stimulating class discussions) to take a health class. It wasn’t too shocking that a great deal of my classmates are freshmen.
On the first day of health, we had to do one of those “getting to know you and getting lots of contact information” assignments. The only reason I like these is because they take up class time, so I usually don’t have to worry about learning during the first lesson. For this assignment, we were given a sheet of paper with a BINGO board on it. However, instead of numbers in the boxes, there were sentences: “I have siblings”… “I was on a UF sports team”… “I was blah blah blah”. You were supposed to go around to people and introduce yourself; they would sign a box that applies to them and give you their email address. (Courtney’s guinea pig just bit Rachel’s neck!) The purpose was to get every box filled. One of the boxes said, “I have children.” When I started to go around to people, I realized that no one had this particular box filled, so I decided to justify being pregnant as eligibility to sign the box. I did this for three people. Then, people started to come up to me and ask if I was the pregnant girl and, if so, would I please sign there box. Well yes, yes I was, indeed, the pregnant girl. After a short while, I had a LINE of people waiting for my signature. I felt like a famous person doing a poster or book signing. Some people didn’t even know what they were in line for, but they figured that it had to be good since so many people were waiting. The questions were prying, and the congratulations flowed out of everyone’s mouths (some not quite sincere and rather valley-girl-ish, some condescending, but most were excited and believable), all the while my little hand was just flying across page after page.
Moral of the story? I’m not sure that there is one… Or there could be multiple:
-          Never tell unknown people that you’re pregnant.
-          Everyone likes a pregnant  lady.
-          No matter what the situation, people can and will use you.
-          If you tell a person you’re pregnant, be ready to answer lots of questions.
-          If you tell multiple people you’re pregnant, be ready to answer all the same questions over and over and over again.
-          If you’re young and pregnant, you will get judged (especially if there’s no ring on your finger).
-          “Getting to know you” time in class can actually work.
No matter what, it’s all worth it.
The End.
P.S. – I have a weird lump in my lower abdomen, on the left side. It’s about an inch and a half long (not wide, it’s kind of like a hot dog shape). Google says this is a water pocket and it is normal. So to the ladies out there who have been pregnant, have you experienced this?

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Hello Toilet, I'm Alex

My weekend home was pretty uneventful. I got to see people that didn't mind me not having a car. Because of the car situation, I was FORCED to stay an extra night (it was fab) and leave early Monday morning in order to get to my first class on time. Sunday night, my mom and I stayed up watching Dexter until about 1 am in the company of Britnifer. Needless to say, I pretty much slept the entire ride back to Gainesville. We went with my grandma in her car. At this point in time, we still hadn't told the rest of my family about my pregnancy.

My mom woke me up about 15 minutes before our departure, as requested by me. This was the day that I discovered morning sickness. As my grandmother pulled into the driveway, I was having a nice chat with the toilet, familiarizing myself with the cracks in the porcelein. The worst part about it was that I had nothing to expell, so all I did was dry heave continuously.

As I was in the bathroom, everything was being loaded in the car. When I finally wiped the dribble off my chin, we were ready to go.

The ride seemed uneventful, but I wouldn't really know since I fell asleep after I devoured my McDonald's breakfast sandwich. The next thing I knew, I was being woken up, the busy city of Gainesville looming around me. I can't remember if it felt like a dream or a nightmare. Either way, I was hungry again, and, as I had discovered this morning, I'd rather throw up after eating than ralf on an empty stomach. Apparently it's just not good to do ANYTHING on an empty stomach. Finally, we stopped at Chic-Fil-A where I proceeded to get nauseous from eating too fast (does it every friggin' end?).

My mom and grandma dropped me off at the Reitz Union (where everything, including the bookstore, is located) so I could buy my books. We said our goodbyes there, and, while my grandma wasn't listening, I told my mom to tell her about my newest addition.

A little while later, my mom called me to tell me that the news had been shared. Apparently, she had taken it really well. This surprised me. Later, when she told my grandpa, I was informed that he took it smoothly, as well. What a blessing! Now, it was time to make it public the easy way: via FaceBook.

The morning sickness continued, and I realized that "morning" means ALL DAY. Not necessarilly vomiting all day, but there was certainly an underlying feeling of nausea that persisted 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. If I ate too little or too infrequently, I would throw up. If I ate too much or too fast, I would throw up. It was a very delicate balance. Thankfully, now at a little passed 10 weeks, it's subsided a great deal.

I went through the next couple weeks of school pretty much trying to NOT throw up, just getting acquainted with my classes and my schedule.