January passed without much to do about nothing. As long as Mom ate every 3 hours, life was good. When she allegedly forgot (Don’t know how she could!), I would have to show her who’s boss and call in favors from my pals Nausea and Queasiness. They excel at getting anyone's attention!
All in all, she was getting better at being pregnant. I know she was missing her red wine, and salmon – Mom can’t STAND the smell of Salmon being cooked anymore! The night Dad cooked it for dinner was NOT GOOD to say the least. But again, she overcame it and was doing alright.
As I was fast developing, I was really relying on Mom for not only my food source but for energy as well. As a result, Mom’s own energy was being depleted. And the woman who most consider a relative of the Energizer Bunny or as others affectionately call “PERKY”, was running on low. She was sleepy in the afternoons, wanting to take naps, but unfortunately she couldn’t do that at work. Somehow, the amazing MOM powered through it all and would make it home in time to crash in the evenings. Miraculously, somewhere in between all this lack of energy, increased tiredness and naptimes, Mom continued to power through grad school at NYU. What a woman! I just hope I get some of her stamina. :-)
The only bad time during my first 12 weeks in the Uterverse was February 1st – sorry Cousin Chantelle, I know it’s your birthday, but it was a bad day for Mom and I….we ended up in the ER at Robert Wood Johnson, hooked up to an IV after getting two different doses of nausea medicine – who knew it came in liquid form!
Mom had a bad case of Gastroenteritis – which in layman’s terms means she had a bad dose of Montezuma’s revenge (Poop & Puke) without the fun of actually going to Mexico!! As much as I felt bad for Mom, I was really in a bad state. Even though she ate dinner that Sunday night, it never made it to me – though it made a reappearance later on that evening in the guest bathroom!!!
After all the drama of the ER, mom couldn’t eat solid foods for about 3 days. Soup and water became our best friends. We actually lost weight the next time we went to see Dr. Bridges…..but that wasn’t going to last forever – I’ve got a lot of growing to do!!!
Well, Mom’s got to get her rest…as do I. So we’ll see you around the web with our next update. Be blogging with you soon!
Baby Smitty – August 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Plan B – New Year’s 2010
Obviously my friends the Mammary glands didn’t do their job well enough, so we had to move unto more drastic measures. It was approaching the time that Mom needed to know that I was here, so she could begin taking proper care of us.
Plan B, part 1: Mammary glands went into overdrive – no way could she miss this!! And I know she didn't. I sensed/heard when she asked Daddy “Do my boobs look bigger to you”? Well, Daddy, being a gentleman or better yet, knowing there’s no right answer to a question like that – said “No, they look the same”. Well, either he’s blind or he prefers a happy wife, because Mom was definitely packing on some weight and it was all in one place!!!
Plan B, part 2: As mom slept through the night, she rolled over unto her stomach and a shot of pain ran through her boobs. She immediately sat up in bed in shock wondering what happened. I knew it wouldn’t be too long before she figured it all out.
That weekend Mom got the answer to a suspicion that was running through her mind – yup she was pregnant. Prego. Bun in the Oven. In the family way and any other clichéd saying there ever has been. True to her love of suspense and thriller moves, she just couldn’t tell Dad she was pregnant. No, that was too easy, so she devised a plan for him to have to get the pregnancy test and see the results.
Needless to say, he was stunned. Surprise! You’re gonna be a daddy. Really, she almost gave him a heart-attack at the tender age of 3- (what, you think I would divulge my dad’s age? Never! I need to stay on his good side…he’s gonna buy me presents one day :-) )
On January 12, 2010, it was confirmed by the nurse as she nonchalantly told Mom – “Yup, you’re pregnant”. WHEW!!! I thought I would have to resort to drastic measures like nausea and vomiting. Thank goodness she’s clued in now. During the visit, as Dr. Bridges tried to locate me, Mom asks “Where is it?”? IT?! Who are you calling IT, Lady? I see Mom and I are going to have a misunderstanding and we may have to have an intervention!
Well, that’s it for the moment….Be blogging with you soon!
Baby Smitty – August 2010
Plan B, part 1: Mammary glands went into overdrive – no way could she miss this!! And I know she didn't. I sensed/heard when she asked Daddy “Do my boobs look bigger to you”? Well, Daddy, being a gentleman or better yet, knowing there’s no right answer to a question like that – said “No, they look the same”. Well, either he’s blind or he prefers a happy wife, because Mom was definitely packing on some weight and it was all in one place!!!
Plan B, part 2: As mom slept through the night, she rolled over unto her stomach and a shot of pain ran through her boobs. She immediately sat up in bed in shock wondering what happened. I knew it wouldn’t be too long before she figured it all out.
That weekend Mom got the answer to a suspicion that was running through her mind – yup she was pregnant. Prego. Bun in the Oven. In the family way and any other clichéd saying there ever has been. True to her love of suspense and thriller moves, she just couldn’t tell Dad she was pregnant. No, that was too easy, so she devised a plan for him to have to get the pregnancy test and see the results.
Needless to say, he was stunned. Surprise! You’re gonna be a daddy. Really, she almost gave him a heart-attack at the tender age of 3- (what, you think I would divulge my dad’s age? Never! I need to stay on his good side…he’s gonna buy me presents one day :-) )
On January 12, 2010, it was confirmed by the nurse as she nonchalantly told Mom – “Yup, you’re pregnant”. WHEW!!! I thought I would have to resort to drastic measures like nausea and vomiting. Thank goodness she’s clued in now. During the visit, as Dr. Bridges tried to locate me, Mom asks “Where is it?”? IT?! Who are you calling IT, Lady? I see Mom and I are going to have a misunderstanding and we may have to have an intervention!
Well, that’s it for the moment….Be blogging with you soon!
Baby Smitty – August 2010
The Holidays 2009: Thanksgiving through New Years Day 2010
Hi folks, it’s been a while since I’ve written but Mom and I have been busy. We’ve got work, school, life….and a whole lot of growing to do. So, it’s time for a little update on my progress. Where oh where did we leave off….ah yes – my journey to earth; here we go.
Well, to be quite honest, not too much was going on with me for those first six weeks. I was getting acclimated to my new, dark, watery surrounds. I started to feel like a fish…quite an interesting way to live, but I was missing air, sky, my fluffy cumulus-nimbus….ah, the good ‘ole days.
While I was just hanging around, Mom was having a ball. From November 20, 2009 through January 1, 2010, Mom was living it up. She kicked it all off with a birthday celebration at The Library and after celebration at Windfall with the NYC Aunties (who shall remain nameless but they know who they are :-) ) Then she was off to Europe for work during Thanksgiving week and having a grand old time as only my Momma can. As most of you know, my Mom Loves to travel, Loves Europe, Loves Food and Wine….so between London, Madrid, Paris, Frankfurt and Milan….she was happier than a pig in mud!!!!
She ate well, and drank even better. Now don’t get me wrong, mom’s not a whino….not by a long shot. But she sure does enjoy the finer things in life – she’s a sucker for a great bottle of red wine: whether it’s a Chilean Malbec, Chateau Margeaux from France, a good Italian Barbarosa, Montelpuciano or Valpolicciano, a Spanish Rioja….you get the drift. You have a great tasting, fruity, full-bodied red, and Mom’s your BFF….until the bottle’s empty. Again, don’t get me wrong, mom’s not a whino, LOL.
But with all that drinking, I was beginning to wonder….Does she even know I exist? Knowing Mom, she would have stopped drinking immediately, if she knew I was baking in the oven. So, I thought I would send her a signal. By Christmas, I was well acquainted with all the organs and the inner-workings of the body. So I reached out to my friends the mammory glands and asked them to give her a little heads up that something’s brewing. Really, she couldn’t miss a sudden growth spurt, now could she!
Wrong!!! For the love of our Father that is Holy, the woman thinks she’s gaining weight because she’s eating too much! Granted it was Christmas, and she did throw down in Boston with the family, (even taking doggie bags back to NJ, LOL) and Grandma H did comment on how much she was eating.. She thought she was getting FAT from overeating and not for the fact that she was feeding me!!! She started making plans for her detox – The Master Cleanse – to jump start her weight loss right after her New Years dinner party. Seems I would have to move on to Plan B.
Well, to be quite honest, not too much was going on with me for those first six weeks. I was getting acclimated to my new, dark, watery surrounds. I started to feel like a fish…quite an interesting way to live, but I was missing air, sky, my fluffy cumulus-nimbus….ah, the good ‘ole days.
While I was just hanging around, Mom was having a ball. From November 20, 2009 through January 1, 2010, Mom was living it up. She kicked it all off with a birthday celebration at The Library and after celebration at Windfall with the NYC Aunties (who shall remain nameless but they know who they are :-) ) Then she was off to Europe for work during Thanksgiving week and having a grand old time as only my Momma can. As most of you know, my Mom Loves to travel, Loves Europe, Loves Food and Wine….so between London, Madrid, Paris, Frankfurt and Milan….she was happier than a pig in mud!!!!
She ate well, and drank even better. Now don’t get me wrong, mom’s not a whino….not by a long shot. But she sure does enjoy the finer things in life – she’s a sucker for a great bottle of red wine: whether it’s a Chilean Malbec, Chateau Margeaux from France, a good Italian Barbarosa, Montelpuciano or Valpolicciano, a Spanish Rioja….you get the drift. You have a great tasting, fruity, full-bodied red, and Mom’s your BFF….until the bottle’s empty. Again, don’t get me wrong, mom’s not a whino, LOL.
But with all that drinking, I was beginning to wonder….Does she even know I exist? Knowing Mom, she would have stopped drinking immediately, if she knew I was baking in the oven. So, I thought I would send her a signal. By Christmas, I was well acquainted with all the organs and the inner-workings of the body. So I reached out to my friends the mammory glands and asked them to give her a little heads up that something’s brewing. Really, she couldn’t miss a sudden growth spurt, now could she!
Wrong!!! For the love of our Father that is Holy, the woman thinks she’s gaining weight because she’s eating too much! Granted it was Christmas, and she did throw down in Boston with the family, (even taking doggie bags back to NJ, LOL) and Grandma H did comment on how much she was eating.. She thought she was getting FAT from overeating and not for the fact that she was feeding me!!! She started making plans for her detox – The Master Cleanse – to jump start her weight loss right after her New Years dinner party. Seems I would have to move on to Plan B.
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