Saturday, October 31, 2009

Back in Iceland

Aw. It's always so sad to leave my family and friends. But then again, it is lovely to be home again with my husband and lovely kitty.

Yesterday we went in for the 20 week ultrasound with Helga (Jónas's mom). The tech who performed the ultrasound was rather lacking in the brains and personality department, and when we left, I was rather disappointed.

She not only was rude, but forgot to check the heartbeat, and made us pay for more than one of the exact same pose picture. She also never asked if we wanted to check for the gender (or in our case, confirm, but SHE didn't know that...). She didn't allow Helga to come in except for the last minute of the whole thing. She also refused to double check and confirm the due date still applied, merely looking at what the last lady (in Iceland) had said which was the 19th of March. Well remember how the last U/S in the states came up with the 8th of March? I really just feel rather jipped.

Jónas was able to feel Noah kick the night I came home, which was no shock to me. Heck, you can already see his kicks from outside my skin, and he is quite the active baby. Strong little Noah.

So now that I am home again, I am struggling to adjust after the jet lag, and have found a lot of aches and pains in my back and whatnot to be almost insufferable. Around halfway through my stay in the US, my tailbone started acting up, and I have had nothing but a terrible time with it. My belly button is also sticking out already.

I have to remember to keep my sanity while I can in these next few dark and cold months of Iceland. :/

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Feeling clumsy and cowish

Ahhh, right right. Saturday was my baby shower, and it went amazingly. Everyone was so absolutely wonderful, and made me realize that Noah really has a lot of love already, and he isn't even born yet. What a soothing and comforting thought. My goodie bags were a hit, and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves, and all of our delicious food.

Made me stop though for a moment and realize that a lot of people love me too. Helps, you know, when you live in a far away country with barely any friends, and you sit in a room surrounded by people who are just so happy to see you and be a part of your pregnancy. Makes you feel all warm inside.

So yesterday I woke up to a bout of lovely throwing up. On an empty stomach. That lasted for a long time. After I was finished, I had broken blood vessels surrounding both of my eyes. Oh man and there were a lot. I had to struggle to keep from crying. It wasn't a good morning. And then we had plans to go visit lovely Brooke, who so generously volunteered to take pictures of myself, my belly, and some of my good friend Jessie and I as well. So lovely, this Brooke. Beautifully pregnant as well.

I feel like I could get sick this morning too. Really now, am I to be one of those pregnant ladies whose sickness lasts throughout the entire pregnancy? But randomly? Can I seriously not ever feel like I am having what one would consider to be a "normal" pregnancy? "Normal" of course, because every woman is different. But generally following in the same guidelines!! So I must be consistently measuring super duper large (while Noah measures normally), have ridiculous round ligament pain that prevents me from moving pretty much at all, continue to throw up throughout the entire thing.... This is beginning to be exhausting. Noah, if you can hear my fingers typing, I hope you are a magical baby enough to understand what I am typing... Let's just try for the nice and easy pregnancy (if that exists)...

Ha. This is just one of my grumpy-ish rants. I am not feeling so well right now, and I have some light cramping.

Oh man, I ate so much food last night. Made me stop and remind myself that I CANNOT do that regularly, and gain too much weight. Gotta keep an eye on it all....

And now, dear readers... whoever you may be... I must bid you adieu for I feel an upchuck on it's way...

Friday, October 9, 2009

Curious and curiouser

So here I am, a few weeks into my visit with my family, and I don't think I have been this relaxed and carefree and easygoing in quite a while. Iceland seems to stifle me. Makes me feel small.

I ended up going to another ultrasound yesterday. I know I know, I have been to quite a few as of late. Well a total of 3. But I'm not going to act like I don't get absolutely thrilled at the idea of seeing little Noah each and every time. But the reason I went was because I was feeling moving at the top of my uterus, which even though I am only 17 weeks preggers, is way above my belly button. Still large, of course. But it was making me anxious again as to the twin thing, because I was also feeling Noah squirming around quite often down at the bottom. It was a free ultrasound (hooray!!) and my good friend Jessie came along. Nói was sucking his thumb, and dancing for us, and was getting sooo big. But we found out that his feet are near the top of my uterus, and his head down below, so it all made sense, and eased my mind finally. I don't think I will have anymore twin feelings from here on out. Also measured him and measurements say I am 18 weeks and 4 days. So she said my due date would be around March 8th, rather than the 19th. Cool. Have a few more u/s pictures to add to the scrapbook now. Have another one on the 29th.

So yesterday I spent the day with Jessie, and we went to her house, and looked at some pictures of her beautiful baby Sophia. She is no longer with us, and it was quite an impacting thing, that i don't think I would have been able to fully comprehend if I wasn't pregnant now. My heart squeezes so tight in my chest when I think of this, and my throat tightens too. She showed me this amazing book that is for mothers who have experienced the things that she has, and there was one page that has really been going through my mind quite a lot. It mentions how the baby's soul has met a person named Noah, who shows them the first rainbow, and they become friends. Next to this is a beautiful painting of a little blond haired girl who I could see as little Sophia.

This made me cry, because Sophia left us around the time that Noah came to us. I am not one much for believing in God, and Heaven and the like, but I keep thinking of maybe our children know each other, and are friends, and brought each other to us. It's a powerful thing.

I love you Jessie, and I wish I had been able to meet you, Sophia Rose.