I am back!

I am back from our getaway. I can't really call it a vacation since I didn't get any rest at all. I think I spent too much time with the family. For some reason, people thought that the cabin was mine and I had to be a hostess. They kept asking me where everything is, like I know.

It is too hard to decide on anything and everything when you have 10 people involved and a baby. The fam couldn't decide between going to the lake and driving to the points of interests in the Yosemite. Since I didn't really want to pull a swimming suit on my enlarged behind, I was all for going for a drive and seeing the surroundings. It took almost 2 hours for people to argue and decide on a drive. By the time they decided some were already irritated. The baby gave up and fell asleep :) Anyways, I think we've learned our lesson. Next time, we'll just go alone or with another couple.

My brother and SIL told us their amazing news. She is PG!!! They told us as we were going to see one of the waterfalls in Yosemite. At one point it was just us, them and my parents and they decided to spill. I knew they started trying again and I was sure it would happen pretty fast for them. I am crossing my fingers for a healthy niece/nephew.

Now, I am back to work. I feel like I need another vacation after this one. Maybe Mr. V and I will be able to go somewhere for the weekend in September. I would love just to spend some time just with him and of course, Mrs. A, with you too, I didn't forget about you!!!

Two more days!

I've got two more days until our little getaway to Yosemite. It is Mr. V's birthday this Sunday and this year we decided to rent a house and invited our families to spend the weekend there. We had this plan last year but we never went.

I have some packing and cooking tonight and tomorrow, and then on Friday morning we are heading down to Yosemite. I think we'll be the first one to arrive with Mickey and then MIL and FIL will come. My parents and bro and SIL and BIL, SIL, and nephew will come in the evening. I am not looking forward to pull a swimming suit on my arse, especially since both of my SIL are smaller then me now. Well, I always felt uncomfortable in the swimming suit and now it'll be even more obvious. Oh well, I have to find a cover-up and just wear that on top.

I've been so tired in the last couple of days. I've been getting relatively enough sleep, except I wake up around 5:30 every morning to go to the bathroom and then I fall asleep for another hour and it is time to get up again. Turning from one side to another is like a big task now. I feel like I need to come up with a plan first and then start turning carefully with my body pillow. Every time I turn, I hope I won't fall accidentally of the bad when I turn and/or wake up Mr. V, poor guy doesn't get much sleep lately.

Two more hours and I get to go home!!!

Test Results

Last Thursday (at 27w1d) I had a day off and decided to do the glucose test since I was up early anyways. I went straight into the lab, drank the stuff that reminded me of orange flavor Gatorade, and made myself comfortable for an hour. The drink wasn't that bad actually. It did taste like it had a lot of sugar and concentrate in it. I usually don't even drink those kind of drinks. After an hour, they poked me twice. Apparently, they were also testing me for anemia.

On Friday, I called to find out the results. My sugar levels are normal. Yeay! I don't have to do the three hour test! But I have a mild case of anemia. The nurse explained that I have to take extra iron daily. She also said that it is pretty common during pregnancy, since the blood flow increases by 50% and the body doesn't have enough red blood cells. I picked up the Slow Fe (recommended by my doctor) and took the first supplement today. We'll see how I feel after it. It does say on the box that it can cause some constipation. Seriously, like I need anymore?!?!?

Appointment Update

I had my monthly appointment last Thursday. As usual they took my urine sample, blood pressure, and asked me to step on a scale. I couldn't believe how much weight I've gained. The appointment was in the second half of the day, so of course I had a pretty big lunch before and a snack. The scales showed 148lbs...blank stare....still shocked...calculating that it is 24 pounds from the pre-pregnancy weight...shocked.

The doctor came in later and found Miss A's heartbeat (that sound never gets too old) and asked me if I have any concerns. I told her that my weight was my biggest concern, especially at that moment. I forgot all of the questions that I wanted to ask her after I saw the lbs number. She reassured me that I am right on track and that the baby is gaining a lot of weight between 18-28 weeks and also my body gets a lot more blood circulation with every week, so that is where partial weight is. I felt a little better to hear that I was on track. Some days I feel like I've gained too much for being 6 months pregnant. I look at people who hardly gained any weight and feel sad. Some days I feel unattractive and fat. But everyday I feel blessed that we are on the greatest journey of a lives. Just know this Miss A, I can get sad right now at my weight gain and other random stuff, but I at the end I'll do anything for you!!!

What People Say

So, last Friday after work I stopped by at Nordstrom to get my foundation and eye liner. I've had the same sales person help me at the Laura Mercier counter that has been helping me for the last couple of years. She gives me the bag with my goodies and just stared at me and at my bump. I started smiling.
Lady: "You are pregnant?!?!?"
Mrs. V: "Yes, I am."
Lady: "No, you are so young!"
Mrs. V ...stares blankly at her...
Lady: "You look 12"

Mrs. V ...shocked face, giggling..."Well, that might be a problem if everyone thinks as you are" :)

I smiled and walked away. Seriously, I am not sure it is a compliment. She thinks this young girl (me)keeps buying a very expensive make up for herself. Where are her parents and why are they allowing her to use make up? And now she thought this teenager got herself pregnant. I can just hear her think..."of course, I was right. Poor thing, her parents don't care about her"...