tips on eating well

The tips below are from babyfit.com. I am posting them here for myself because I don't get nearly enough fruits and veggies and these are good ideas that I don't wanna forget!


Tips and Tricks

• Add fruit to your cereal, oatmeal, waffles or pancakes at breakfast.
• Create your own yogurt flavors with plain yogurt and different combinations of fruit.
• Snack on raw vegetables or fruits instead of chips or pretzels. Keep sugar snap peas, raisins or carrot sticks in your car, your office or your backpack.
• Use chunky salsa instead of thick, creamy snack dips.
• Drink 100% juice instead of addictive coffee, tea, or soda.
• Going out to lunch? Take a trip to the grocery salad bar. Use lots of dark green leaves and other vegetables instead of piling on all of the extras like eggs, bacon, or croutons.
• Add frozen veggies to any pasta dish.
• Keep fruits and vegetables in line of sight. Grapes, oranges, bananas, and apples make a colorful bowl arrangement on the table. If you see them, you will eat them.
• Dried fruit is just as portable as potato chips -- and less messy. Plus, it's an easy way to increase your iron consumption.
• When cooking vegetables, makes 2-3 times more than you need and immediately store the extra away for tomorrow. It will save you time later on when you might not feel up to the task of cooking.
• Dried fruit tastes especially good when added to a basic trail mix.
• Add your own beans and vegetables (tomatoes, spinach, peppers, cabbage) to canned and quick-serve soups. The beans will add protein while the veggies will pack in some extra vitamins.
• If you must have pizza, load on extra veggies and pineapple.
• Try berries, melons or dates for a naturally sweet dessert rather than the usual candy bar, cookie, or ice cream sandwich.
• Frozen fruit and veggies are nearly as healthy as the fresh stuff, and only take minutes to prepare.
• Combine fruit with your main meal courses. Raisins, apples and tangerine slices add sweet, crunchy variety to a salad. Apples complement pork and orange slices are perfect with chicken.

wonder and excitement

I just need to explain how cool it was to see our little baby and her / his heart beating this past Wednesday. I had my 1st prenatal appointment w/ Dr. Deb. John was with me. They, at first, wouldn't let him come straight back to the exam room with me, until the Dr. said it was ok. I thought that was really dumb, because he is just as much a part of this as I am. I am carrying the baby, that's true, but it's his baby too and he should have the whole experience as much as possible. So, I was a little annoyed when they wouldn't just let him come back with me. Then I found out it was because at each visit the Dr. has to ask if there is any domestic violence. If the expecting mom says, "no," then dad can come back. This is sad. I understand that it has to be this way because of the fact that some men might actually beat up their wives / girlfriends - and even while those women are pregnant. Because of these a-holes, my husband has to wait behind every Dr. visit, until I tell the Dr. that all is good at home. If only they knew John... not in a million years would he EVER. It's so sad, though, that there are such losers that actually would.
Anyway, this post is supposed to be about wonder and excitement, so I'll get to the positive stuff. At about 2 months of pregnancy, on an internal ultrasound, the baby is able to be seen. For us, there weren't any major details at this point, but it was clear that the baby was hanging out in my uterus, attached to a "yolk sac," which is giving him / her all of his / her nutrients right now. (I can't wait to know the gender in April so I can stop saying "him/her, he/she, etc..."). Anyway, although there were no details (although I think in one of the pictures I might be able to see dark spots where eyes will be) we knew that was our baby. And then Dr. Deb pointed out the baby's heart was beating. "Wow" is an understatement. I had no idea it would feel like that to see that. There is a tiny baby inside me and his / her heart is beating! He / she is growing and developing every day. There is a life inside me. Another separate body, albeit itty bitty. I guess there aren't words to describe how special that is. A person just has to experience it herself to know. I am pretty sure John felt the same way I did.
I wanted to stay on a positive note in this post, but I just HAVE to say this one thing. I am 2 months pregnant. Women have abortions at this stage. They say it's her choice. It's her body. That's what they say. More than ever I know this is a load of crap. The baby inside me is not MY body. He / she has his / her own little body and it is growing in there. He is little and helpless and can't say anything in his defense, but he is alive and is a separate body from me. And his heart is beating. He is a little tiny person - who totally has the right to not be murdered by his mother. I am not one of those extremist people by any means, but on this I will not waiver. People can try to convince themselves that abortion is ok, but it is as clear as anything to me that it is killing a human life and that is NOT ok. I felt strongly about this before, but now... Anyone who believes abortion is OK in ANY circumstance is either ok with killing another human being, sadly misinformed, or sadly lying to him or herself. OK, I'm getting off my soapbox and will try not to get on it again. I've made my point, I think.
So, to end on a happy note, We have an appointment on April 20th to find out the gender of our baby. John didn't want to know, but he is compromising for me because I desperately do want to know. I am so excited for April 20th!!!!!

the ring - a scary story

So, apparently a woman's fingers may swell during pregnancy. For me, this happened at only 2 months. I woke up in the middle of the night and my wedding / engagement rings felt extra tight. I tried to take them off for the next hour. I even got a little panicky because I could not get them off. I went back to sleep, unsuccessful. All the next day I tried EVERYTHING I could think of to get those rings off. They were getting so tight it was hurting. My finger was swelling up like a small balloon. The rings would not fit over that balloon. I held my hand above my head for maybe 15 minutes to try to decrease blood flow to that finger. I used vegetable oil. Lotion. Soaked my hand in ice water (which apparently shrinks the metal, so that was counterproductive). I then looked online and found that wrapping dental floss around the finger and thru the ring and then using that to sort of screw the ring off - is what they do in hospitals... No luck there either. Finally, 12 hours after I had 1st woken up with a newly fat finger, Jen got the ring off with butter. So, from now on if you get a ring stuck on your finger... butter and twisting are your best friends. My finger is healing now... It's red and still puffy. The edema is gone because it had room to escape once the ring was out of its way. No more rings for me for a while.

constant whiner i am

Again, I don't feel so good. My constipation has turned itself around... to the extreme, if you know what I mean. I feel soooooo tired. I sort of feel like I have the flu, only I'm pretty sure it's just the pregnancy. So, I am laying here on the couch feeling like a big waste. But then I think - my body is working on forming another life... maybe I'm not that much of a waste.
John and I are trying to decide if we should move to another apartment complex when our lease is up in April or if we should just stay here. Moving is a pain in the butt, for sure. But if we can find a cheaper place, might it be worth it? If the place only saves us $100 / month, was it worth the annoyance and cost of moving? If it saves us $300 / month, same question??? I don't know. Right now I feel like doing nothing but lying here like a log. Moving sounds like no fun to me. This area is pretty nice, too. One lady at the office here lied to us once, which is annoying, but really - is that a reason to move? One neighbor of ours has been kinda weird to us - but she's being ok lately. Our psycho-cop neighbor has moved, so that's good.
If we stay, I have some work to do on this place when I have the energy. It's so unorganized here and the only decor is pictures on the plain walls. No curtains, no character. It's sort of like a bachelor pad... with some pictures hanging up. Not very homey, if you ask me. So, changes are in order. Gosh, I'm so tired. And I just peed twice in the last 15 minutes. I know, I am a constant whiner. Well, it makes me feel better.
What else is going on lately? I have two more weekends of working with Mary. Thurs, Fri, and Sat this week and then Thurs, Fri, and Sat of next week. Honestly, I am glad - with the way I've been feeling lately. I have such a small amount of energy and I don't feel like I'm doing much for her anymore. I used to try to motivate her to get up and go. Now I can't quite motivate myself to do that, nor is it necessarily the best thing for me. I know there are women who work full-time most of their pregnancy. Maybe they feel better than I do. Or maybe not and they are just tougher than me or whatever. But I'm just being honest when I say I'll be glad to be finished. And I'm praying that by the end of feb or march at the latest, I will have more energy and I won't feel nauseous all of the time anymore.
Last thing I'll mention today - a Cincinnati shower. I've asked my sisters and moms if they would mind throwing a shower around May in Cincinnati (so early so that I can still travel comfortably). They are willing and excited to do so, so - yay! More details about that to come... I think I need to take a nap. Good night. (Well, good afternoon).

ugh

I feel so gross. I am completely full of crap. Literally. Honestly, I've always been prone to constipation, but pregnancy makes it worse. About 30 minutes ago I was pretty sure I was going to explode if I didn't poop. Thank God I did. It was a ton, too... but still not enough. There's more. Ugh.
I woke up this morning to a rude message from someone on my phone. That unfortunately set my mood for the day. Our apartment has been a disaster. Honestly here too, I have never been housekeeper of the year, but feeling nauseous most of the day each day makes my motivation to clean go down even more. And, as I said recently, I want to keep things nicer. I just always seem to feel so gross. I pray that in another month (end of 1st trimester) I'll be feeling better. John cleaned like crazy this evening. It's nicer in here I will admit, but it made me feel like a loser for not cleaning too. What did I do while he cleaned? I took a long nap. Part of me feels bad about this, part of me feels it was just what I needed. I hope tomorrow I feel ok so I can clean some more. I'm sure this post isn't too exciting to read. Sorry... I'm moody and constipated. Ugh.

beginning of week 8

I am really tired right now, but I wanted to write for some reason... John and I stayed up until 3am watching "The Office" last night. We were supposed to be going camping for the weekend, but... things didn't go as expected.
Have I mentioned I am emotional lately? Yesterday was an all-time hormonal extravaganza, filled with tears, gagging, and illogical thinking. It all started when we slept in until almost 2pm. Whoa. So, we still needed to pack, eat, and stop at the bike store for John on the way to Big Basin. And then John reminded me that I forgot and left Mary's wheelchair in my trunk. She might need it, and I don't work for another 5 days so we were going to need to drop that off at her place too! That was the last straw. I was mad. We were taking forever to pack, in my opinion, and we didn't know what we were going to take to eat, and I was a horrible planner and we weren't going to get there until after dark, and we still had 2 stops to make along the way. Besides all of this, I am constipated! So, whether I'm nauseous because of that or I am nauseous because of hormones, I felt gross and bloated. At this point, I was crying like someone had died. Then I realized that I couldn't find a card that I had purchased for John's mom and dad in Quebec. I wanted to mail it and I misplaced it. That was the ultimate last straw. I just lost it. I lay on the bed bawling like it was the worst day of my life. It wasn't. It was hormones. Hormones had taken me to the dark side.
So, John suggested we reschedule our camping trip, to which after crying about it because my plans didn't work out the way I'd hoped, I agreed. We called 4 different numbers (he called, because I couldn't stop crying) to try to cancel, with no luck. So I sent an email and I hope we at least get a refund for the second night...
Things got better after this. We went to the bike store and dropped a boatload of dinero for John's new bike. He got shoes, pedals, a helmet, a cage and water bottle, lights, bike shorts, and maybe something else but I forget. He was so excited. It was fun to see him like that. He's like a kid at Christmas and I am enjoying that thoroughly. We then picked up the best pizza ever (Applewood) and brought it home and watched The Office for hours. I attempted knitting and he worked on bike things. It was a great night.
Yes, I am trying to learn to knit. For some reason, I am quite motivated, although I am not a natural. I lately have this drive to be... creative. This includes a drive to cook good and healthy meals and to decorate. It's like all of the sudden I long to be a domestic diva. Never have I cared about that too much. Rachel was talking about cooking classes that she got for a birthday gift and that sounded fun to me. I saw Jen knitting and I wanted to be able to do it and so she showed me and let me use some needles and yarn and a book and I've been trying. And I am looking forward to moving to our new place in April so I can decorate it and make it homey. My mom used to say that hanging pictures, putting up curtains, things like that... makes your house a home. It makes it yours. I guess that's what I want to do. Make my house (apartment, because houses here in CA are outrageous) a home. For the baby. I want the baby to have stability. Healthy meals. Traditions. And I really want to make vegetable rattles for him or her. I will post a picture of those on here.
So now it's Sunday morning. We'll be going to church soon and then we'll probably come home and take a nap. That's my kind of sunday. John is off work tomorrow because we were going to be camping. He's still taking the day off. I'm so excited. Since I've been working Saturdays we have had 1 day weekends together. But this is a 3 day weekend together. I cherish times like this. Just John and me hanging out together for a few days. He's fun to do nothing with... and I NEVER get tired of him. I'm glad we are bringing our baby into a world where his or her parents love each other so much!

I met my husband 8 years ago today

Today is a special day. John and I met on his 25th birthday - Jan 20th, 2001. It's now been exactly 8 years and we are going strong. And now we have a baby on the way... it's just crazy. Speaking of this baby, it is making me sooo emotional. Well, not the baby, but the hormones. I just cried because Carol sent us a 20 Q ball for Christmas. It made me think of when we played 20 Q's at her place last time we visited Cinci. I miss her. I miss all my family in Cinci. And now I feel like I could puke. Ah, pregnancy!