Ch.Oga. Chair Yoga.
I went to do a Ch.Oga class at the gym this morning. The description online says this:
"Take Urban Yoga with a chair and you have Ch.oga."
Ok, sounds like something that would be OK for someone who is 21 weeks pregnant. The prenatal yoga DVD I have at home uses a chair for some of the poses, so this makes sense.
Um...I was the youngest person in the class by 40 years, besides the instructor. I walked in an thought I was at the Silver Sneaker Workout Class, which is tomorrow at the same time. Maybe I got my days mixed up? Nope, one 88 year old man that likes to "remain active" let me know, this was definitely Ch.Oga. So, that's how my morning started. I actually enjoyed geriatric yoga and found it to be the perfect fit for me at this stage in my pregnancy. I'm going back next week, and maybe I'll even make some friends.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Is 40 weeks 10 months?
So, I am having a problem understanding this whole pregnancy thing being 40 weeks. Isn't 40 weeks actually 10 months, not 9 months? Was my high school health teacher completely wrong? At 21 weeks...yes, I have been thinking about this for a long time, I have had an epiphany. For those of you who don't want to calculate the Lunar cycle and how old the egg is verses how far along you are in your pregnancy, behold, I have a new way to understanding the 40 weeks. Are you ready? Here it is:
52 weeks in the year minus 40 weeks = 12 weeks.
12 weeks = 3 months, therefore, 40 weeks = 9 months
This is the best I can come up with.
52 weeks in the year minus 40 weeks = 12 weeks.
12 weeks = 3 months, therefore, 40 weeks = 9 months
This is the best I can come up with.
The Coffee Shop
Left the house this morning at 8am to take hubby to the airport and to make it to my 8:45am doctor's appointment on time. Everything is going well with Barf. Today I weighed in at 143. My beginning weight was 129, so that's a gain of 14 pounds. I think that's fair because I had on the same type of jeans and the heavy shoes today that I had on at my first appointment. Clothing can add a few pounds. I have probably gained closer to 20 pounds, or roughly a pound a week since when I first went to the doctor I was already in weeks 5-6. The doctor said that Barf is moving a lot and I heard the heart beat again. Everything seems to be progressing normally.
Now I am sitting at a coffee shop eating a bagel with cream cheese and fresh squeezed orange juice.
When you're pregnant, strange people come up to you all the time and say strange things. Just now for example:
"Excuse me, are you pregnant?" Said the gentleman on the couch.
"Yes."
"Boy or girl?" said the gentleman on the couch.
"We're not sure yet" I said.
"Oh, well my wife and I have three kids - 17, 14 and 3, all with the same woman. I'm 55 and I think I'll be 70 or so when the youngest is 18. We were surprised to have the 3 year old, he's a healthy lad. But my wife thought she was going through menopause, so when I brought her to the OBGYN he said 'I found your problem, it's a baby boy.' When we did the amniocentisis we found out the baby didn't have Down Syndrome. I don't think I would want a baby with Down Syndrome. I would probably just opt for an abortion. That's how I feel, but I know that's now how everyone feels. What is your name?"
"I'm Emily."
"Emily, I'm Tom, I'm a professor down at the University of Louisville."
"What does your husband do?"
"We're both involved with politics. Tom, it was really nice to meet you."
"Oh, the pleasure is all mine."
And that's a typical day for the average pregnant woman walking around out there. Now Tom is chatting up Sky who accidentally took his seat while he got a coffee refill. Good luck Sky.
Now I am sitting at a coffee shop eating a bagel with cream cheese and fresh squeezed orange juice.
When you're pregnant, strange people come up to you all the time and say strange things. Just now for example:
"Excuse me, are you pregnant?" Said the gentleman on the couch.
"Yes."
"Boy or girl?" said the gentleman on the couch.
"We're not sure yet" I said.
"Oh, well my wife and I have three kids - 17, 14 and 3, all with the same woman. I'm 55 and I think I'll be 70 or so when the youngest is 18. We were surprised to have the 3 year old, he's a healthy lad. But my wife thought she was going through menopause, so when I brought her to the OBGYN he said 'I found your problem, it's a baby boy.' When we did the amniocentisis we found out the baby didn't have Down Syndrome. I don't think I would want a baby with Down Syndrome. I would probably just opt for an abortion. That's how I feel, but I know that's now how everyone feels. What is your name?"
"I'm Emily."
"Emily, I'm Tom, I'm a professor down at the University of Louisville."
"What does your husband do?"
"We're both involved with politics. Tom, it was really nice to meet you."
"Oh, the pleasure is all mine."
And that's a typical day for the average pregnant woman walking around out there. Now Tom is chatting up Sky who accidentally took his seat while he got a coffee refill. Good luck Sky.
Monday, April 20, 2009
About the Author
Hello all. Thanks for reading my blog. A little about me before we really dive right into it.
Currently in the house, the cats rule. But we all know that by the end of August, that is going to change. When we announced our pregnancy to friends and family through Facebook, we did so with a fake press release in which the cats even got to make their own statement:
For Immediate Release
February 23, 2009
New Venture: Pregnancy now in Second Trimester!
(Louisville, KY) – Today, Emily and Achim proudly announced that the couple will take on a new venture and officially enter parenthood in late August or early September of 2009.
“We’re really excited for this time in our lives and are looking forward to becoming parents!” said Emily.
“We had been planning to take this step this year and are just so happy to finally be able to share our news with everyone,” added Achim.
The couple discovered the pregnancy just before Christmas and recently passed the three month mark. At a check-up today, the baby’s heartbeat could be heard loud and clear.
“It was amazing,” said Achim. “It sounded like the squeaking of a bed. I’m not sure what that entirely means, though.”
The timing of conception has been traced back to Emily and Achim’s long-delayed honeymoon to South Africa in late November, qualifying this pregnancy as an “Obama-baby.”
“After being able to play a small role in a very big Election Day for our party and our nation, I guess our excitement and optimism got to us,” said Emily. “I’m sure the beauty of South Africa and the relaxation of not having nine meetings and eight conference calls the next day didn’t hurt, either.”
The gender of the baby is not yet known, but we do plan to find out within the next six weeks. Additionally, we continue to exercise, work and play competitive UNO.
The couple’s three cats, Oscar, Rocky and Coco, responded with a joint statement, “We are very excited about the opportunity to have a younger brother or sister but it is critical that we maintain the same benefits we have been receiving to date. Adding to the family does not mean existing family members should expect less attention or treats. We look forward to negotiating with family management and hopefully avoiding any sort of hostage situation.”
It will be an adjustment for them, for sure.
We generally call the baby "Barf" because it seems to like to make me throw up all the time. For instance, three times today. But I give Barf credit because it has been a good two weeks since I've had to hurl and spend the day on the couch watching TLC's Baby Story and The First 36 Hours, like I did today. I don't feel good about wasting my day away like that, especially when my husband is working out of his office downstairs and I know he knows what I'm up too. But if one thing is true about pregnancy, it's that you can't make yourself do anything your body doesn't want to do. You can't push yourself anymore.
Barf's gender status is currently unknown. We do want to find out. In fact, we are supposed to know already. But good old Barf didn't cooperate at the 20 week ultrasound and the ruling was that Barf is definitley a girl or a boy but "it's too close to call." Barf sat with legs crossed and umbilical cord inbetween the legs for the 20 minute ultrasound. I know it's the last "big surprise" in the world, the gender of your baby and wouldn't it be special to wait to find out...but I'm a planner. I want to know, at least the first time around.
I mean..what if I'm growing a little penis inside of me. I need some time to think this through and how I feel about it. If it's a girl, I have to think about the college and the wedding we will have to pay for and readjust my "there goes our retirement" attutude.
I'm a female. I'm 32 and I'm 20 weeks pregnant with my first child. My husband and I currently live in Lousiville, Kentucky. Together we have 3 cats - Oscar (6), Rocky (6) and CoCo (5). The cats even have a stroller and two of them have websites, but don't tell the third one that. By the time you get to the third one you stop taking pictures all together and websites and "fan clubs" for the little darlings don't even enter your mind. The same is probably true for kids and maybe someday I'll find out.
Currently in the house, the cats rule. But we all know that by the end of August, that is going to change. When we announced our pregnancy to friends and family through Facebook, we did so with a fake press release in which the cats even got to make their own statement:
For Immediate Release
February 23, 2009
New Venture: Pregnancy now in Second Trimester!
(Louisville, KY) – Today, Emily and Achim proudly announced that the couple will take on a new venture and officially enter parenthood in late August or early September of 2009.
“We’re really excited for this time in our lives and are looking forward to becoming parents!” said Emily.
“We had been planning to take this step this year and are just so happy to finally be able to share our news with everyone,” added Achim.
The couple discovered the pregnancy just before Christmas and recently passed the three month mark. At a check-up today, the baby’s heartbeat could be heard loud and clear.
“It was amazing,” said Achim. “It sounded like the squeaking of a bed. I’m not sure what that entirely means, though.”
The timing of conception has been traced back to Emily and Achim’s long-delayed honeymoon to South Africa in late November, qualifying this pregnancy as an “Obama-baby.”
“After being able to play a small role in a very big Election Day for our party and our nation, I guess our excitement and optimism got to us,” said Emily. “I’m sure the beauty of South Africa and the relaxation of not having nine meetings and eight conference calls the next day didn’t hurt, either.”
The gender of the baby is not yet known, but we do plan to find out within the next six weeks. Additionally, we continue to exercise, work and play competitive UNO.
The couple’s three cats, Oscar, Rocky and Coco, responded with a joint statement, “We are very excited about the opportunity to have a younger brother or sister but it is critical that we maintain the same benefits we have been receiving to date. Adding to the family does not mean existing family members should expect less attention or treats. We look forward to negotiating with family management and hopefully avoiding any sort of hostage situation.”
It will be an adjustment for them, for sure.
We generally call the baby "Barf" because it seems to like to make me throw up all the time. For instance, three times today. But I give Barf credit because it has been a good two weeks since I've had to hurl and spend the day on the couch watching TLC's Baby Story and The First 36 Hours, like I did today. I don't feel good about wasting my day away like that, especially when my husband is working out of his office downstairs and I know he knows what I'm up too. But if one thing is true about pregnancy, it's that you can't make yourself do anything your body doesn't want to do. You can't push yourself anymore.
Barf's gender status is currently unknown. We do want to find out. In fact, we are supposed to know already. But good old Barf didn't cooperate at the 20 week ultrasound and the ruling was that Barf is definitley a girl or a boy but "it's too close to call." Barf sat with legs crossed and umbilical cord inbetween the legs for the 20 minute ultrasound. I know it's the last "big surprise" in the world, the gender of your baby and wouldn't it be special to wait to find out...but I'm a planner. I want to know, at least the first time around.
I mean..what if I'm growing a little penis inside of me. I need some time to think this through and how I feel about it. If it's a girl, I have to think about the college and the wedding we will have to pay for and readjust my "there goes our retirement" attutude.
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