Moving on…

So much to update! It seems like everytime I have any down time, I always have something to do!

First, we got the keys to our house the day before Thanksgiving.  We survived escrow!  The money we paid for the down payment and closing costs was enough for 2 rounds of IVF at my favorite fertility center.  I am so glad I insisted we have MeMe first.  Thank God for IUI and our IUI baby!   

We enjoyed our Thanksgiving. Husb and I made love that night for the first time since March 12th.  Amazing.  No really, aaaammmmaaaaazzzzzing!

 We started getting the house ready to move in on that Friday.  We hired a cleaning company to do some hardcore cleaning that I would never have been able to do with MeMe in tow.  The previous owners did a fabulous job cleaning, but it’s always good to really get into the nooks and crannies.   Our POD (portable on demand storage container) was delivered and we officially started moving in.  We are now about 80% moved in.  All of our stuff is out of the POD, it’s been in there for 2 years 9 months!  We still have some stuff at my parent’s house, such as some of MeMe’s things, my work uniforms and beauty products, because I wanted to stay there while getting adjusted to working again.  I think maybe next week, I’ll spend more time at our house going through and putting things away.  We should be ready for MeMe’s outdooring on Feb 13.  She’ll be 4.5 months old.

Back at work:  Hmmm, weird feeling at first.  I felt like a new grad trying to get acquainted with all the new technology and charting and getting myself in “Nurse Mode” organization.  A little tricky my first night shift.  The first day back, I was orienting with the clinical educator for 12 hours on a day shift.  That shift I work had everyone thinking I was moving to Day Shift.  HEEELLLLL NOOOOO!  Day shift is chaos on my floor.  I like the calm mellowness of nights even though we do primary care with minimal CNA support.  I have worked 5 shifts as a nurse on the floor and starting to get my groove back.   Lots of good and bad changes.  I’m getting used to it. Good to see old faces.  A lady who was a new grad with me and still works with me took me to breakfast the other morning after a rough night.

 One of my homegirls at work decided to throw me a little baby shower in the break room. Sooo cute.  She went all out with the decorating in purple, yellow, and green.  She made pacifiers out of lifesavers, a huge diaper cake with birds made out of washcloths and flowers out of socks, a onesie bouquet, baby booties made out of medicine cups, and little shirts made out napkins.  She went all out.  I could only take pics with a cell phone camera and I’m still trying to figure out how to get them off.  We got lots of gifts and people awwwed at MeMe’s photo album.  I made sure to hug and thank everyone that gave and came.

With all the decorative stuff I got from the shower and Disney’s new black princess, I know just how I’m gonna do MeMe’s new room.  Soooo excited.  I bought some Princess Ti.ana stickers for myself!

Well MeMe is now 12 weeks old and almost 12 lbs.  Still around the 50th percentile.  We had to switch formulas again because she was throwing everything up.  The docs said spitting up is normal and suggested this special hypoallergenic formula as a last resort if it seems problematic.  Well we are trying it and she is spitting up less, pooping better, and less gassy.  And sleeping longer.  MeMe has champagne taste!  This new formula ain’t cheap at all!  Here is her smiling away.

With so much work to do and only so many hours in a day, I’ll probably read more posts than I’ll write.  Mommyhood has been such a blessing.  Having MeMe is the best Christmas and Birthday present ever! My birthday is on the 16th.  This year, I finally feel like a grown up.  I have a beautiful daughter and a beautiful home. God is good.

22 weeks of belly kicks

MeMe is kickin’ my ass!  I’m getting beat up here!  She likes to kick me when she’s hungry, when she’s bored, or when I’m ready to sleep.  It’s awesome but weird, kinda feels like a random muscle spasm right at my bikini line or below my bellybutton.  Go baby go!

I’ve decided to do a baby registry online again.  I started one for the twins and never looked at it again.  Now it’s all new, but I can use my old account to login.  My husb made a great point that if his family wants to get something for the baby, that’s the best way to know what to get.  We are expecting my MIL and older SIL to come visit MeMe sometime this fall.  I’m still iffy on having a baby-shower.  Partly because I look terrible in pictures now (ha ha) and I would rather have people see the baby after she’s born.  Baby showers kinda make me nervous.

 With the help of Face.book, I met up with some coworkers for dinner and drinks for two people’s B-days.  It was fun seeing some people I hadn’t seen since April.  Some people had no idea I was pregnant.  I wanted it that way, I told people after the twins “that the next time I get pregnant, nobody will know, I’ll just disappear for months.”Looks like it happened just like that.  While everyone was drinking their beers and “Endless Summer’s” (the official yummiest drink of the night), I had to settle for raspberry mint lemonades that clearly said NO BOOZE.  I miss drinking and partying, but I wouldn’t trade being pregnant with my sweet ass-kickin baby for nothing.  But one drink would’ve been nice, especially since everyone was raving about the yumminess. After dinner, the funky bunch went to a bar and nightclub, so I had to call it a night.  I was tired and it would’ve been no fun watching them drink allllll niiiiiiight.  Bunch of lushes! Would’ve been funny as hell and I wasn’t trying to be someone’s DD at 3 am. It was nice to get dressed up for a few hours. Many more B-days are coming this summer, yay!

I’ve been looking at breastfeeding, baby care, and childbirth classes at my hospital. I figure we’ll take it in August (right around 32 weeks). I’m so happy that MeMe is going the distance.

Change of heart

Last week I had a change of heart on hanging out with my pregnant friend Alicia and text her to see how she was doing (also see where her head was at).  She said she missed me and wanted to hang out or something so we set up a shopping date.  I also told her my news and she was excited for me and wanted to know all the details about the procedure and the meds I’m on, etc.  So I picked her up and noticed the undeniable baby bump she had going on (30 weeks).  Seeing the bump was weird because of all people to be preg. she was the last person I could think of and I was envious.  That’s right, envious. 

 I’m dying to get that bump, kinda like a “I beat infertility” badge of honor. I’ve dreamt of feeling that first real kick and lying in bed with my husb as he rubs, talks, and kisses my big belly.  Some day.

So she told me about her shower on the 21st and wants me and my mom to come.  Now baby showers suck because babies have been such a source of stress and pain for me.  I hosted 2 showers while TTC and got emotionally wrapped into each one.  Then every BFN was extra painful and the loss of the twins made baby showers unthinkable.  I couldn’t even go into a baby aisle until after I got the BFP last May and when I lost that one, no more baby crap for me.  I proposed the idea to my mom and she really wants to go, partly to return the favor that Alicia and her mom did for me by coming to my bridal shower 1.5hrs away from our houses.  So I’ll grin and bear it, maybe it’ll get me hyped for my lil’ bit.