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...we have moved! You can now find us here - featuring fotos, real names, real places, RSS feed - the whole deal!It's password protected though, so email me for the access code and - if I know and trust you - I will hook you up. ;-)

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Baby girl, baby girl... can we even call you "baby" girl anymore? It seems like this month you have left the last remnants of true babyhood behind you, and have entered the world of "child". Many things happened in the mobility department, but what's truly astounding is how you have now started to GIVE BACK. You are no more like an impassive sponge that is soaking in every bit of love and

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As I am typing this, I am sitting in my nice, big comfortable reclining rocking chair, my feet up on the footrest, and my elbows on the armrests, that are just a tad bit too high to be comfortable. That is, because this is our nursing chair and those armrests are designed to comfortably cradle a baby while holding it to the boob, but that is besides the point. YOU, on the other hand, are in your

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I am a bit melancholy today. The first half year of your life has come and passed in a rush. In a blur, even. I remember how I tried to imagine this day half a year ago, how it seemed so far away, like an eternity. I tried to imagine how you'd look like as a 6 month old baby, and failed miserably, looking down onto the helpless tiny bundly of baby sleeping in my arms. 6 months always was some

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Cutiepie! Time for my monthly update on you again! If I keep on repeating just how much time flies with you, I'd slowly but surely sound like a broken record, and an annoying one at that - but it is just so true! And how big you have gotten! Since your birth you have grown a whole 10 centimeters - just about a full head - and we have very recently switched your clothes-size yet again. Well, a lot

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Where has time gone to... what happened to my tiny little newborn baby? I cannot believe that you are four months old today! I thought back on when your Daddy and I introduced you to our neighbors, Git and Bo - you were a wee few days old and their daughter Liz was as old as you are today, and I remember thinking: "What a huge baby!" Well, now you are the huge baby. Considering how I was able to

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Was I truly thinking that you couldn't possibly be any cuter than you were in the first few weeks of your life...? Here's an example of an inexperienced first-time Mom speaking. Sure, you were cute in your tiny non-responsive puffy-eyed newborn way. But how much cuter are you today??? In fact, you are getting cuter almost by the minute, and your Daddy and I never get tired of marveling over your

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Two months, my baby! Two months have passed, since you came into our lives, and oh, how you have turned them upside down, and for the better! So much has happened during this month, that I don't even quite know where to start. The highlight? The highlight definitely was two days into your second month, when you have given me your first real smile... something so beautiful and so heavenly, that I

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Today you turn one whole month old. Only one month... or already - in this case both terms apply fully. It is amazing how I lost all sense of time ever since you arrived, and how you immediately made us feel like you have always been there, always been a part of us - not just for a mere 4 weeks. You are the missing puzzle piece, you are what finally made us a real family.I have never experienced

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I think I am finally ready to write about the birth experience here. I am sad to say, it wasn't anything like I hoped it would be - not at all, as a matter of fact. I am still mulling over it a lot, and wondering how I would be feeling now, had things been different.That's not to say the experience as bad all over - seeing my Baby Girl for the first time, realizing her gender, and spending those

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Our Baby Girl was born on October 26, 2007 at 12:25PM - on Austria's National Holiday, one day before her due date.Life is beautiful with her, she is the most gorgeous baby in the world, and not having known her sex before her birth made for the most wonderful moment in my life so far.She is... just a beautiful and great baby. She is wonderful, she is our everything. She is the best thing that

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Ah, yes, labor. Seems like it has finally begun for me, though not yet actively. I know this current state can possibly drag on for days - alas, let me start with today's appointment in the hospital.It actually was quite a comfortable examination: lay on your side on this really comfortable bed with all these nice pillows for half an hour with a net around your belly and a heartrate-monitor

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Update... well, nothing really to update, is there? 4 days to go until the estimated due date, and I am closely monitoring my body for any signs of oncoming labor. Every night I go to bed, wishing to be waken up by a gush of amniotic fluid, or some real contractions, finally.I've been having a lot of Braxton-Hicks contractions, in the last couple of days they have become a lot more frequent, but

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I went to see little Lee yesterday in the hospital. I have to admit, she is only the second newborn I have ever actually seen face to face (- and I don't quite remember just how tiny the first one was, since I have seen her grow over the past 2 years, and my mind simply cannot reach back and make the connection to her then-size anymore when I see her run around these days), and now that I have

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Well, A.'s little daughter "Lee" was born on October 15th, at 8:51PM, measuring in at 49 cm and weighing 3500 grams.A. took the time and the effort to send me a MMS with a picture of her baby girl and all the relevant info only 2(!) hours after birth - making me feel extremely special and fuzzy. I most definitely plan on returning the favor, but I wonder if there won't be a thousand other things

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Oooooh... I am so excited! My new friend from my babyforum, A., who was due around the same time as I am just had her water break today - I can think of barely anything but her, and how she's going to have her little daughter in her arms soon!It's so weird, we actually met in person only once, and then we didn't talk much, but we've been chatting and posting pretty much all throughout our

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My dear Baby;This might very well be the last letter I get to write to you while you are still residing inside of me, having your way with my inner organs. We are getting so close now - according to math we are only 16 days away of finally meeting you, but according to what normally happens, "16 days" might very well mean "next week" or "tomorrow". Pretty much any day now - just please, even

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Well, standing in front of a photographer and his lens while the entirety of your clothes are hanging over a stool in the adjacent room really wasn't as bad as I was afraid of.Actually - it wasn't bad at all... after about a minute of feeling awkward being naked in front of strangers I really started to enjoy the experience!Yes, today we have been scheduled for an artistic nude shooting with a

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Since my last post I have gone to both my last(!) doctor's appointment and my last(!) hospital appointment. And by last(!) I mean: before giving birth.3 1/2 weeks really doesn't sound like much, does it? Especially considering that it might not even be 3 1/2 weeks anymore, cause really, the estimated due date is just that: estimated.And as if to really drive the point home: during my first

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Thank you, I feel better now. If you ignore the fact that I kept Geo up all night with my incessant throaty coughing from the depths of my rattling lungs, that is. What a fun night! My lungs are slimed up to the rim, so you'd think the cough would help that. Think again. All they do when I breathe and cough are rattle and keep me awake. Pair that with my newest pregnancy-discovery, and you'll

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No wonder I looked so tired, that my Mom sent me to bed while everybody else was working! Two nights ago I suddenly came down with a bad cold, which climaxed last night in a bout of relatively high fever - 38,5°. We were really worried about Booger, since I read that a fetus' temperature is always a degree higher than the mother's - which would have put the baby up to almost 40° fever! Geo spent

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Oh, mighty chaos. I am not sure if I should be glad that Booger isn't here yet while all of this is going on, or if I should bemoan the fact that I can't do a thing in my own apartment, because nobody is letting me. My Mom even sent me to lay down and sleep for a bit while everybody was working. I said: "Geez, do I look that tired?" She just said yes. So off I was sent, to take a nap, while

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-33875095287413329982007-09-12T09:57:00.000+02:002007-09-12T10:27:10.962+02:00

Well, I just awoke from spending our second night here in the new apartment. Obviously, this place is still very much unliveable due to an extreme lack of pretty much everything but running water, and we didn't actually expect to spend the nights here already before we get our bedroom delivered - but our excitement really got the better of us, and Geo blew up an air mattress on Monday. The chaos

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Hello my dear Child,The time for your arrival is getting closer and I can't hide my excitement! I know you Mommy will probably not believe me when she reads this, but it's true. Lately I have been so consumed with work that I'm really tired when I get home, so I don't really show how happy and excited I am knowing that you are just 7 weeks from being finally in my arms.I really like to spend time

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Was I complaining all throughout the recent months about the extreme heat, and how Booger has decided to make his appearance during the HOTTEST summer I can remember, I really have to mention for the record what's going on now.And by HOTTEST I do mean: HOTTEST. Maybe I just felt it more than usual because of the pregnancy, but since I wasn't the only one suffering, I am pretty sure my perception

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There was a time, some months ago, where I surfed the internet in search for the most graphic and vivid birth videos I could possibly find. I watched them all, highly interested, soaking up everything I saw like a sponge, learning, learning. Re-watching them. Highly fascinated. Thirsting for more. Information! Preparation!I minded none of it. I watched a quite frontal video, a nurse grabbing for

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Narcolepsia has me back in its grip, it would seem. Though it does feel different than the tiredness I experienced during the first trimester: for one it isn't so much actual tiredness that keeps me glued to the couch for most of the day than it is my excruciating back pain that makes me want to avoid too much movement. Also it's the fact that I can't really sleep through the night anymore,

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My dear Baby;"Baby"... it's getting harder and harder referring to you in this way, since to us you are already such a person, and so present. It would be so much easier to refer to you as "he" or "she", and maybe even use a name, but we decided not to find out your sex until your birthday, because of the surprise and the suspense - something that modern pregnancies are quite void of because of

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Did the little pregnancy ticker in this website header just jump over into the eighth month? How'd that happen? :)I can't believe how close we are getting to actually having this baby. I mean... the eighth month? That's only one month away from the ninth, right? That's 8 more weeks until October 27th. That's... really CLOSE!!!!!!! o_OMy vacation, and therefore my last "official" days as an

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More progress in the nursery-department, despite the fact that we don't even have a nursery yet! Today I bought this beautiful rocking chair, which has easily got to be the most comfortable chair I have ever placed my butt upon. It was quite a bargain too, seeing as I got a voucher out of a baby catalog for this item, valid only this August. Obviously, I would have waited until after the move to

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So, what makes a woman feel better when she's down low and not feeling too spiffy?Right! She goes and gets a haircut. There is nothing quite like the scalp massage performed by the apprentice stylist, it's something I look forward to every time, and that successfully takes my mind off of things in a most gentle way.I was *this* close to having my hair chopped off though into some kind of

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Letter to my unborn child,Everyday I ask myself what kind of father I will become and I can tell you I have no idea. My relationship with my own father, your Abuelito, was never an open one, we hardly ever talked, and when we did it was mostly about superficial things. Only recently we have been able to talk openly and I think the reason for that is that I'm now an adult. Looking back at my

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To say that I feel better now, wouldn't be quite true. But I think that I have narrowed the situation down to the "pregnancy blues", and let's just leave it at that.The whole world is out to get me, what else is new, boo-hoo, get over yourself.As a matter of fact, there is something I am looking incredibly forward to, and that is tomorrow's start of our couple's birth preparation class in the

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Oh, what fun... so THIS is what contractions actually feel like? OK, I guess I got the light "practice" versions of the real deal... but at a point I was ready to call the hospital, cause - is my uterus supposed to be "practicing" for a whole afternoon, and so intensely that I have to sit down and clutch my belly occasionally?Yeah, I didn't think so either.But since I am weird and am suffering

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My last day of work - last Thursday - has been pretty... well, unspectacular. I started the day by going to my appointment with that orthopedist, looking very much foward to some help concerning my back, or at least some good pointers. Let me tell you, it's been really bad, and it's taking a turn for the worst. At times I am rendered completely immobile by now, and even simple things like turning

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So this is it - the beginning of the last week of work for me for the next 2 years. 2 1/2, if you still count my 4 weeks vacation and the 16 weeks of extra time around Baby's birth.My last Monday, and it feels extremely awkward. Not that my opinion on my job has suddenly changed - I certainly still dislike it with a passion - but the thought of just staying home really is starting to slowly hit

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I am starting to understand why very pregnant women tend to complain about certain aches and discomforts they are going through. I mean, come on, as a reasonably early-along to mid-pregnoid, I have had it easy to brag about how well I am feeling, and how great this all is, right? I know it all, afterall, I am miss experienced! I never puked! I am totally down with this pregnancy thing!!!Uh-huh. I

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Hey, Baby!Camera-shy, aren't you? Not that I really mind, for it means that I will get to see you in 3d at least twice for the price of once, for they wouldn't have me pay the insane amount of money that this procedure is costing me until I have the results that I wanted, but I was so eager to get a good look at you regardless!I guess you didn't like the procedure a whole lot, for at first you

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Dear Baby!First things first - I am truly sorry for last weekend. I really tried to avoid the scorching sun, and I can't really say that it's my fault that I got sunburnt even though I spent most of my time in the shadow, but since you are now probably able to open your eyes and discern dark from light, you probably got your share of this summer-weekend at the pool too. I tried to keep us

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You see, in our trains and buses of the public transportation system are certain seats that are reserved for the elderly, handicapped, or otherwise impaired people. Some are specifically marked as such, others are just by rule of common courtesy. That's not to say that "normal" people don't sit there, but it's considered good tone to get up and leave those seats to those who are more in need, if

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Well, whatever hid behind the non-threatening term of "glucose tolerance test" - I didn't think that drinking two cups of sugary water would knock me off my socks the way it did.Sure, it's important to find out, if my blood sugar is too high and my insulin production not regulated, therefore causing the baby to over-produce insulin and then be born a huge monster-baby that's prone to obesity and

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My dear love,WOW, I haven't actually written you a letter in a long time! I don't know why that is - I guess mostly because this pregnancy with you is going so smoothly right now (and really has been ever since the beginning), and because I am spending all of my days in some kind of content and happy haze that I have never known to such an extent before, that writing about it seems kind of - well

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Well, congratulations to my old friend Lynn, who's given birth to her first baby on June 16, after 15 hours of labor. It's a healthy baby boy, and judging from the pictures, a very beautiful one at that."Old friend" really is a bit far fetched, though: actually we went to high school together for 8 years, were good friends back then (she lived just down the street from me and picked me up to go

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Last week's organ screening - I still haven't talked about. I realize it's been about a week since my last post, and even now I don't really seem to have the mind to sit down and compose something, even though I accomplished quite a few things last week! I blame it on the current heat. It makes my brain go numb, my legs swell to the size of watermelons, and my overall constitution rather weak. I

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Well, I feel much better than yesterday. I completely cleaned (not to say freaking sterilized) our bathroom, done 3 weeks worth of grocery shopping, thawed, cleaned and restocked our freezer, cleaned our fridge, and done half of our laundry today.I felt really accomplished, and was in a good mood all day. Thanks also to Dad to Be for his very sweet and kind words. :) I hope your wife doesn't put

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I am having another bad day today. I am not sure what brings on these mood swings, for I really have nothing to be sad about. Yet, here I am on the verge of tears. Is it anxiety? Performance angst when I think about my pending role as a mother and stay-at-home-wife?I miss my husband like crazy - it's (another!) Friday night that he's spending at the office - uncompensated for. Yeah, it's almost

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The last days haven't exactly been emotionally very pretty for me. Maybe because of the compression-stockings news, but I don't even think so - I've been feeling pretty blue since about last weekend. It may have to do with the fact that I haven't felt my baby in several days, which is very hard to stomach after feeling the first flutters so clearly. I was convinced that something was wrong with

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-30114163137584158762007-06-05T11:28:00.001+02:002007-06-05T12:05:38.185+02:00

Was I recently complaining about not having had any real symptoms and problems yet? Well, there must be a vengeful god afterall, for I was smitten immediately thereafter.With what?Ha! If you think you ever suffered from flatulence, try being pregnant and eating full-grain bread, because you want to pass the right nutrients down to your baby. As my general practicioner said yesterday: "How healthy

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My love! It's been a while since my last update... shame on me and my lack of communication, even though something so important and amazing has happened to us this week! You seem to have undergone a real growing spurt, not only are people starting to comment on you expanding my belly - but I have already started to feel your flutters, and this time I am fairly certain that it's you, and not just

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It's (almost) time for a new developmentmal video from ehd.org! Almost - well, the video is actually a week ahead of my pregnancy, but I have been waiting to post the new one for a while now, and I am impatient. In the beginning, when so much was changing every week with the embryo, there were almost weekly videos, and now I have to be happy with a once-a-month one, so I hope you'll enjoy it

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You see, so far my pregnancy has been progressing pretty boringly, overall. Neither was there the daily retching and heaving into the toilet, nor am I experiencing any interesting food cravings that might send any non-pregnoid retching themselves. So far, there is no big tummy going on, my feet aren't spectacularly swollen, and there was no felt baby movement yet. My skin didn't clear up, and

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-15457866853507961822007-05-14T09:02:00.000+02:002007-05-14T09:41:26.355+02:00

I realize I haven't talked about our last doc's appointment yet. Probably because it was over so fast, and there was nothing really new to report - Baby is doing very well, it's measuring on the spot on where it should be, and my belly aches and stabs are perfectly normal, nothing to worry about. It's the ligaments, and since my uterus has already reached the size of a small ball, there's some

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-44193033418914415392007-05-09T14:27:00.000+02:002007-05-09T14:40:38.438+02:00

Well, that was fast! :) Apparently, the girl I have bought the heart listener from mailed it off the very same day I won the auction, without even waiting for my payment to clear. Right the very next day at 8AM the mail man rang on my door and handed me my package. I guess it has certain advantages buying from an online acquaintance.Needless to say, I was very excited and brought it right to work

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Good morning, little love! Everything fine in there? I know the last days have been a little rough, at least on my account, and I am not really sure if you felt it too, or if these pains were completeley unrelated to you. I hope they were, though I kind of think not, since it was dead center on where you are residing right now. It's a dull ache, like an unhealthy kind of swelling, which gets

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-73052051809545769372007-05-02T21:34:00.000+02:002007-05-02T21:47:37.748+02:00

Back to internet-geekery: I got reviewed by The Weblog Review - again. Actually, this is the third blog o'mine that I submitted there in the course of the last 4 years, and my "ratings" seem to get better every time.Dunno why I actually bother, it's just a matter of self-centeredness, and a need to see how I compare to all the other blogs I really don't give a shit about. Or, old habit

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Ah, internet drama, how have I missed the glorious days of "he said, she said" and almighty admin power to reign at will and with an iron fist... eh, keyboard.I haven't taken the internet this seriously since the Amethyst Alliance went the way of all things mortal, back in the day when I was "VP of Administration" of a community of over 800 roleplaying geeks. Man, as third in command of an

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Well, I have a pretty chill few days ahead of me, I think. My boss left today for a Thailand vacation, leaving me to guard the office by my lonesome for a full week-and-a-half. What that means for me, when things are slow: chillaxing on the provided "resting-opportunity" (AKA camping bed) all day long!I have contacted my health-insurance to confirm my official last day of work, and - as expected

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Hello, my little love! Imagine, yesterday we finally got to see our new apartment from the inside, something we've been waiting for ever since last spring, when we first found and laid claim onto a place in this new complex pretty much exactly a year ago. You cannot imagine the ordeal it has been, the wait until we were #1 on the waiting list for any of the apartments we signed up for, then

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What a truly undescribably beautiful day it was yesterday. Undescribable - but I'll try anyway, for memory's sake, though I don't actually think I'll ever forget a detail about it, for as long as I live.Tia#R picked me up from home at 7:30AM to go to the hospital with me. I really felt like I needed someone there with me, just in case the result would turn out unacceptable, and Geo had no way of

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-25218474084379630002007-04-16T12:58:00.000+02:002007-05-23T11:15:53.332+02:00

How fast time flies by! Yesterday I peed on a stick, and today I am in my second day of the second trimester already! Good-bye nausea, good-bye narcolepsia - I guess it's true what they ('they' being mostly Google and my mother) say about getting through the first twelve weeks: everything can only get better.And really, I haven't felt nauseated in days, my appetite is fully back, and my need for

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Yesterday was - for lack of a better word to describe standing in the delivery room where you will soon squeeze out your own baby - surreal.Geo and I met by the hospital after work, and as we entered the area in search of the pavillon that houses gynaecology, I started to feel a pang of regret over my decision for this particular place. Yeah, so I know it's old. But our destination? Heck, I

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-74267158447474303942007-04-12T10:58:00.000+02:002007-04-12T11:22:31.752+02:00

I am not showing yet - but last night after Geo rubbed my tummy with anti-stretch-marks lotion, he left his hand flat on my abdomen and dozed off.Now, this is really hard to describe for me, but somehow the physical sensation of his hand on my tummy has changed. Does it make sense if I say that it felt as if his hand was resting on some kind of "obstacle" lodged between my skin and the part of my

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Feels great when life is significantly moving ahead. Moving in big enough steps that it can actually be felt.Yesterday I signed the contract for our new apartment. I made all payments, I handed over all final paperwork including the approved loan, picked out our very own parking spot in the garage, and left with a huge smile on my face. We can see our apartment from the inside on the 20th, we

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-15376411206253165972007-04-10T11:14:00.000+02:002007-04-10T11:54:47.599+02:00

Imagine! Two days from now we'll go take a tour through the place where you'll be born 6 months from now! Yes, your mama has finally settled on a hospital. Sure, it's an old building, and sure, there was this scandal some 15 or 20 years ago with those "death-nurses" helping the elderly patients to their untimely end, so many people have negative associations with this particular place, even

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-19282759616853733682007-04-05T10:48:00.000+02:002007-05-23T11:00:39.314+02:00

And to think I really thought that seeing my little embryo's heart beat last month was the greatest thing I would ever get to see... how wrong I was! :)Oh, how nervous I was when I got to the doctor's office yesterday. Anxious, and so impatient to see my baby again. Hoping that everything would be okay. I swear, the few minutes talking before the ultrasound almost killed me, if it was up to me, I

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Only a few more hours! I am so excited and nervous at the same time... I hope everything will be alright.So regretting that Geo can't be with us, but I hope at least I'll get a photo to take home with me.Status report later today! :)

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Oh, those last days have been such a blessing. I didn't realize just how badly work is treating my pregnant body until I was able to spend some days at home, moving and working at my body's whim instead of the office's. My blood pressure hasn't really improved either, it's actually jumping around: one day it's extremely low - the next it's up so high that one might think I just got done with one

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-8861053051389346322007-03-31T21:05:00.000+02:002007-03-31T21:07:25.941+02:00

Another amazing video... according to it my little love should now be able to suck its own little thumb. Enjoy!

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Well, I finally got what I so desperately wanted and needed: a week off of work - sick leave, as certified by my general practitioner. Though, a bit worried I am: it's my blood pressure. As we all know, hypotonia ain't anything even close to resembling a sickness, but thanks to Google I now know that hypotonia in pregnant women can cause serious risks to the baby, should the placenta not get

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It would seem like there is such a thing, indeed. And it's much like the secret brotherhood of dog owners - you know: those random meetings of strangers in random parks where their incredible connection of owning a dog sparks animated conversations that otherwise would never have happened. It seems like people that have otherwise nothing in common but the ownership of a dog suddenly make the

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This completely floored me today. Click on the image below to see what my baby must be looking like about right now. But that's not what got me. It's what it's doing. It's how it moves. How it opens its mouth and how it moves its hands. It's how all of this is happening inside of me AS I TYPE, and me not feeling a thing of all of this! How surreal is a preganncy? How surreal is it to see such

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Welcome to the third month my love! I am exhilarated that you are still with us, and now, even though the risk is still high for another 3 or 4 weeks, I am convinced that you are here to stay, no matter what. :)You certainly are making your presence known quite strongly, even though you are still invisible to anybody but me (- I am already fantasizing that my tummy has grown because of you, for

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-4763019162876099482007-03-20T11:46:00.000+01:002007-03-20T12:39:54.274+01:00

Baby, it might get a little uncomfortable for you today, a little rough swimming in my bodily juices.Of course I am not exposing you to record-levels of adrenaline and other fear-induced hormones on purpose, but a teeny weeny voice inside of me insists that it'll only serve you right, considering what you have put me through last night during and after dance class.No, your mom is not vindictive,

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Well, my baby, today we have officially finished 7 full weeks together, and are officially in our 8th week of pregnancy! I do admit that I already miss our weekly trips to the gyn, because not seeing him for another 3 weeks means I will not be able to witness your growth the way I had over the course of the past 3 weeks! It's maddening, especially considering that week 7 supposedly marked a

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Well, it's a whole four weeks until our next appointment (counting from the last one, that is), and time is moving as if through sticky honey. My life is an uninteresting blur of such exciting things as dragging myself to work every morning, collapsing on the couch when I come home, nap in front of the TV until it's time to go to bed and I can finally sleep. Inbetween I drag myself to pee a

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-2058895041474409682007-03-09T22:20:00.000+01:002007-03-09T22:27:13.209+01:00

Honestly? I lack the words to properly describe what I am feeling, how wonderful today has been. I still cannot wrap my mind around this tiny miracle in my belly - this miracle with its even tinier beating heart. What a gentle flutter, what a rush into life! Last week there was nothing, today I have a tiny little baby with a visible heartbeat.A heartbeat!Our baby is alive and well and growing,

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So, my dear baby... whatever week of pregnancy we really are in, you don't have many excuses left not to show yourself later on today on our next ultrasound. I don't necessarily expect to see your little heart yet though, considering that you may be younger than I thought, so I am all open for positive surprises!Surprise me!You know, I have spent much of today surfing the internet and mentally

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-90720970159439134842007-03-08T12:10:00.000+01:002007-03-08T12:32:34.028+01:00

So, finally I have done a little bit of reading up on the law, as far as my status as pregnant employee is concerned. And good thing too, for today I was assaulted by my boss with the prospect of *gasp!* overtime!Let me elaborate:A pregnant woman, by law, is protected from being fired or losing her job for any other reason (layoffs, etc.). If her job ishard physical labor, all-day standing up, or

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-42311797082322258622007-03-06T16:15:00.000+01:002007-03-06T16:33:58.167+01:00

...is, that I think I am simply too impatient to be properly pregnant.I mean, c'mon, 40 weeks? How does anybody survive 40 weeks waiting and hoping for something so badly, without losing one's mind?I can barely get by from one doc's appointment to the next, and I only know about my pregnancy for 2 weeks!And yes, you are reading the blog of a person who's almost too impatient to finish typing one

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-81491713317591701552007-03-02T15:01:00.000+01:002007-03-02T15:36:38.662+01:00

Hey, baby... well, aren't you quite the mischiveous one. Fooling us on your age, will you? My doctor told me that, contrary to the math and what he has told me last week, I am not actually at the end of week 5, rather at the end of week 4. You are a bit too small to the point of invisibility to be older than late week 4/early week 5.But - I am still so proud of you! Even though we couldn't

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-86867671938285309192007-02-28T12:36:00.000+01:002007-02-28T13:22:19.917+01:00

Hey you... how are you doing in there, little one? Find everything to your liking so far? This is your Mom, you know, the person attached to this uterus you currently call home, the one who loves you more than any other person will ever love you in your entire life, and already does, ever since you showed up in her life as two bright and strong pink lines.Strong pink lines, really. No faint

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-29677716060344755622007-02-25T18:48:00.000+01:002007-02-25T19:02:06.156+01:00

Today I learned that my cousin's wife (yet another cousin) is currently in the hospital: for a D&C at 6 weeks pregnant. Just one week further along than I am.They already have a child, a 1 year old daughter. Though of course this doesn't lessen the tragedy. Only a few weeks ago, when we were talking about my miscarriage, she was being really sweet, reassuring me that soon it'll all work out for

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-44526699915429729602007-02-23T20:29:00.000+01:002007-02-23T21:16:26.304+01:00

Without trying to be judgmental, there is being pregnant, and there is being pregnant. You know, the latter's the kind that rises people's eyebrows, puts a "I knew it was gonna end this way" kind of smirk on their faces, and throws family into turmoil and disaster. People whisper about such pregnancies behind their palms covering their chatty mouths, kind of like how my new Mexican relatives

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-81412629542853738242007-02-23T09:19:00.001+01:002007-02-23T11:22:59.851+01:00

...yes, it stayed high. :)I am currently in my 4th week of pregnancy, and according to my first ultrasound everything looks just spiffy. :)I am not sure what much else to say at this point. I have a photo of the amniotic sac in my purse, which currently measures in at a whopping 2.2 millimeters (the sac, not the purse), which is perfectly the size it should be. Next week we should see the

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-37809134684344301272007-02-21T10:45:00.000+01:002007-02-21T10:50:39.031+01:00

...holy shit???*pleasestayhighpleasestayhighpleasestayhighpleasestay...*

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I had a three hour meeting with my accountant today to hand all my paperwork over to her to deal with my taxes for my graphic design studio for me.Not only did I get ecstatic over my new set of dishes the other day, now I do have my very own accountant. (Not to mention that I have a graphic design studio?) Oh, and my friend? She's passing her nursery (well, the furniture) down to me once we get

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-45974637839020579182007-02-15T15:06:00.000+01:002007-02-15T16:13:53.308+01:00

This morning I found that my temperature has dropped down into the basement, or - in other words - below my coverline.Dramatic drops can be observed quite frequently in the second half of a cycle, but the general consesus on the BBT boards is: "as long as it doesn't drop below the coverline, there is still hope."It's alright, I guess. More fun in the next cycle, right?Technically, I am still a

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-21218008894581872102007-02-13T13:46:00.000+01:002007-02-13T11:06:41.999+01:00

Well, still 5 days to go until AF pays me another visit. Or so claims the BBT charting software on wunschkinder.net, at least. Today marks Day 25 of this cycle, and also my highest temperature yet. If tomorrow's temperature will continue to be this high, I will feel inclined to get a little prematurely excited over having a triphasic cycle, while it's probably just an anomaly. Besides, I am doing

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-57516301965967137772007-02-13T09:56:00.000+01:002007-02-13T10:57:42.537+01:00

Remember this post?I haven't talked about it much more because, even though it bothered me a lot and has weighed on my mind heavily as long as the e-mail conversation between me and this "person" has been going on, I now think that any further explanation or more digging in these memories than necessary is a waste of my precious time - and nerves.I guess it can be summed up with one simple

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-23821966071477890212007-02-11T19:18:00.000+01:002007-02-11T20:33:20.725+01:00

I have seen my friend Sarah do this on her blog, and it really inspired me to shamelessly rip it off of her and adapt it to my own purpose - simply because I like it so much and I thought it'd be neat shareage.(And while I am at it, I am also totally stealing the way she's displaying her Yahoo! Avatar on her sidebar, neener. And while I am already so busy with changing my sidebar, I have also

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-9499381294059010462007-02-10T21:19:00.000+01:002007-02-10T21:39:32.269+01:00

Who would have thought what the wheel of time (and a desperate need for a child) can do to a fun-loving, ex-bass-playing, cooking-inept, computer-geeky and sex-crazed girl like me!Today I not only bought, but got horribly excited over a new set of dishes that my current kitchen is WAY too small to hold, and will be kept in storage until we move this summer. And I DO mean: EXCITED. The kind of

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-34769867996111602582007-02-09T09:52:00.000+01:002007-02-07T14:58:30.631+01:00

I had a long talk with my friend Auntie#K yesterday, when she mercifully took my desolate self out for dinner to rescue me from the ever shrinking and suffocating walls of my empty apartement.The point of discussion was my inability to be alone for more than 5 minutes at a time. You see, I like to have alone-time, but that obviously isn't the same as being alone. Even though I am quite the

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-921673848118494712007-02-07T14:03:00.000+01:002007-02-07T14:58:30.857+01:00

Well, if you happened to check my BBT chart (link provided in previous post), it will not make sense anymore with the actual post itself. The new portal I found turned out to be very helpful, and I was told to take out last Saturday's measured temperature, since I woke up way too late that day, so the temperature was uncharacteristically high.So I took it out and, voilà: I have a perfect little

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-32174719443393911782007-02-06T13:37:00.000+01:002007-02-06T14:03:20.830+01:00

Well, from the looks of it I would say that I am not ovulating this month - or at least not yet. I compared my current BBT chart with others, and it most closely resembles those that show no ovulation at all.Maybe I am just impatient and it is yet to happen, but I am already on day 18 - what are the odds?I have found another online portal, www.wunschkinder.net, a German resource site that deals

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-5589081974796127992007-02-05T12:32:00.000+01:002007-02-05T12:54:37.254+01:00

When somebody of your past, somebody who has deceived you and lied to you and messed up the lives of people close to you with his lies, somebody who has used you, played on your belief in the good of people, played on your sympathy for the terminally ill, and has left people close to you picking up the pieces of life as they had known it before this somebody's appearance even long after he was

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-33391120979680682242007-02-02T09:21:00.000+01:002007-02-21T11:28:56.424+01:00

The job interview? Well, I dunno. Either I was very politely told to bugger off, or I really will receive that phone call that I was promised, "once the position is actually vacant".Turned out that out of the two positions offered, the one for prepress technician with graphic knowledge was more immediate and imminent than the one for graphic designer with prepress knowledge. However, the boss was

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-80245825705079233422007-01-23T13:41:00.000+01:002007-01-23T14:06:22.601+01:00

...should I ever run towards my husband with flailing arms, my thermometer in one hand and my BBT chart in the other, proclaiming excitedly that I just ovulated and therefore needed to be inseminated right now.Geeez... me??? :)I ain't that desperate... even though I am now taking my temperature every morning - out of pure interest in the processes of my own body.I am desperate, however (dramatic

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-40366487876286404982007-01-19T21:05:00.000+01:002007-01-19T21:19:02.351+01:00

Well... Geo's gut feeling was wrong - a rare enough thing, granted. I experienced slight spotting today, and basically panicked.There were only 2 answers to this problem: either I wasn't pregnant afterall and had nothing to worry about but a few days of heavy cramping and bleeding ahead, or - which was what put me into panic-mode - I was pregnant, and about to miscarry yet again, for light

Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602676244079324864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35556131.post-5535592366311196902007-01-18T15:01:00.000+01:002007-01-18T15:17:45.820+01:00

Or - at least that's what it seems like when it comes to Geo. He tells me to stop freaking out and just accept that I am pregnant, he treats me as if I was, he voiced his concerns about me having a small cup of decaf (- decaf!!!) coffee today, and I caught him reading up on articles like "Pregnancy Week by Week", and "How to treat Mom after she has given Birth" on the internet.This makes me melt

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