Thursday, 25 November 2010


I'm thankful for my husband coming home today after a 10 day business trip to the US.
I'm thankful for the soft kicks letting me know Bubba is awake and that today makes 25 weeks.
I'm thankful for our and our family's wellbeing.
And I'm thankful for all of you.

Sunday, 21 November 2010

Getting on the preggo-status-train!

How far along?
24w, 3 days

Bubba's chunk-o-meter: 
Apprx.12 inches / 30 cm, 1.32 lbs / 600 g - was told at our 21w u/s he's in the 68th percentile

My total chunk-o-meter: 
7 lbs / 3.2 kg

Stretch marks? 

Belly button status? 
Still in, but my long healed piercing scar is now all on the outside and I can feel the "button" poking a little bit.

Counting sheep? 
Toss and turn, pee twice a night, crazy dreams, wake up with tousled hair.

Foods I can't live without: 
Tomatoes and potatoes! Mmmm carbs!

Foods I can't stand: 
Hmmm... that's an unfamiliar concept...

Best moment this month: 
Diver Dude and Mamma feeling the first movements around 21,5 weeks.

Worst moment this month: 
Diver Dude spacing out on my birthday. Long story. Good ending.

YES, this is a wild little guy. Every morning and night. Seems to not like me driving or sitting down wearing jeans as he kicks right where the waist band hits :)

Almost embarrassed to say I hardly have or have had any major symptoms. Frequent nose bleeds. Stuffy nose.

We're having a son :)

What I miss? 
Sushi and Cabernet.

What I'm looking forward to? 
Getting bigger while Bubba's cooking.

Monthly Wisdom
Don't worry, be happy.

Movement felt on the outside, finding out we're having a boy and reaching viability.

Emotions: Calm as a cucumber. Mood swings, what's that? Seriously though, my anxiety levels seem to go down every week.

Friday, 12 November 2010

365 days in between

November 12, 2008, I was flying to England for our big move across the Atlantic.
Last year on this day, I was driving myself to the Emergency Room to find out if I was miscarrying. 
Today, after taking Kona for a walk, I plan on going nursery shopping with my mom.

I'm dumbfounded at what a difference a year makes. 

Next year, some time during the day, I simply hope to be building a tower of colorful building blocks for my son, only to watch him push it over with a big smile. 

Thursday, 4 November 2010

Early in the morning

In the distance I can hear water falling into a bowl of water, a steady stream ending with a soft tinkle.
Gently I adjust the down pillow and ignore the fact that I too may have to pee in a very near future.
Diver Dude crawls back into bed and wraps his warm arm around me.
A wet nose touches my hand. 
Slowly I open my eyes to look into Kona's asking brown.
I let one leg fall over the side of the bed, followed by the second and then rest of my heavy, sleepy body sits up. 
With searching limbs stretched out in the dark I find my fluffy slippers and the big robe. 
I walk through the hallway guided by the faint glimmer of distant stars and open the front door.
Kona goes outside to do his business, a quick pee and a big gulp from his blue plastic water bowl.
Back in the bedroom Kona lays down after spinning around twice and letting out a content sigh.
I continue in to the bathroom to empty a full bladder in hopes of adding another few hours to the night.
After dropping the robe on the floor I climb back in under the soft, warm covers and wrap Diver Dude's arm around me.
The alarm goes off.
Bubba greets the loud noise with a few startled movements and then continues to slowly roll, poke and prod.
I roll over to kiss my sleepy husband good morning.
A new day has started.