We have names!

I've always known what my first son's name would be, and what my first daughter's name would be. I've already got my first boy, so now we had to come up with another boy name. I finally ran my name generator (that I use for Sims 2, no less!), and we actually agreed on a name that's not tooo English/Roman conqueror from history.

Max Lucian Sader. And everyone will ask "what's Max short for, Maximilian?", and he'll say "it's short for Max, thank you very much." Kinda like when people ask Keith what his middle name is. (it's Keith, duh.)

Oh, and if it's a girl, her name will be Josie Lynn. So now we wait for January's sonnogram.

Something different

Yesterday I did something I haven't done since before I found out I was pregnant. I played my Sims 2 game, y'all! Don't know why, but the mood just struck me, so I went with it. For someone who used to play the game almost every single day, 3 months is a long time. But, phases come and go, I suppose. I don't know if I will go back to playing it that often, but at least I'm getting my money's worth now.

On the pregnancy front, I've now felt the baby move. Driving home from Target with a full bladder and a baby that has the hiccups will do that. It's still too early to feel the baby move on a regular basis, I'm only in my 14th week. Not much new to report other than that. I'll have my sonnogram done in January, and have pictures to post, I'm sure.

Heartbeat!

We heard the heartbeat of the baby today! It was just as cool as the first time I heard Matt's heartbeat. I don't remember what Matt's heartbeat was, but this baby has a heartrate of 155.

I'm officially in my second trimester now, and I'm definately feeling better. Still a little tired, but, eh. The bad news is I can't fit into my jeans anymore, but I'm still too small for maternity clothes. It's too cold to wear skirts, and I only have three pair of pants that fit! Oh well.

Quizzy goodness

Haymaker

You are one of life’s enjoyers, determined to get the most you can out of your brief spell on Earth. Probably what first attracted you to atheism was the prospect of liberation from the Ten Commandments, few of which are compatible with a life of pleasure. You play hard and work quite hard, have a strong sense of loyalty and a relaxed but consistent approach to your philosophy.


You can’t see the point of abstract principles and probably wouldn’t lay down your life for a concept though you might for a friend. Something of a champagne humanist, you admire George Bernard Shaw for his cheerful agnosticism and pursuit of sensual rewards and your Hollywood hero is Marlon Brando, who was beautiful, irascible and aimed for goodness in his own tortured way.


Sometimes you might be tempted to allow your own pleasures to take precedence over your ethics. But everyone is striving for that elusive balance between the good and the happy life. You’d probably open another bottle and say there’s no contest.

What kind of humanist are you? Click here to find out.

Preventing spam

I'm getting a few spam comments each week, so I'm turning on the word verification for comments.

Week Twelve

Well, I'm almost to the end of week 12, and I think I'm starting to feel better. If I don't eat, I still get extremely nausous, and I'm still tired, but I don't feel nearly as bad as I was. Not much else to report, my next midwife appt is next wed, the 16th. I'll post an update then. Hopefully we'll be able to hear the heartbeat.

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Halloween cuteness

He's supposed to be a pirate, but without the hat he looks more like a British punk rocker!

Week Eleven

Not much new to report, still sick most of the time and tired ALL the time. I had a migrain this last weekend, and that really sucked, but I finally made it to my chiropractor today and I feel much better now.

It's raining here in KC today, which sucks, cause I've got a bunch of candy, and the rain keeps the trick-or-treaters off the street. Hopefully I can get rid of over half so I dont eat that much! Friday, hubby's work had a trick-or-treat for all the kids, and we took Matt as a pirate (with a mohawk!) You'd think no one in Johnson County, KS had ever seen someone with a mohawk before. It all depends on the weather tonight if hubby takes him out.

First Midwife appt.

Since my last pregnancy was without complication, and the worst part of my delivery experience was the damn nazi replacement doctor (my dr was on vacation, natch), I decided that I would find a midwife for my next baby, which, of course, is now.

Prenatal works mostly the same as with an ob. You go in, you pee in a cup, and weigh yourself. Except I get to dunk the test strip and see my own results, which is pretty cool. I still go in every 4 weeks until such time that I go in every two weeks, and then every week at the very end, just like I did with my ob.

There are several differences, tho, between a midwife and an ob. The main one is how many choices you get to make. They actually value my research and opinion, and don't get all condenscending on me when my choice is totally different from the norm. If I don't want something, they don't look at me like I've lost my mind and should be committed, and then give it to me anyway. (I really hated that.)

I'm also given the choice of having a water birth. I am soooo looking forward to trying that! Being in the water helped so much during my last labor. And it's better for the baby. (No, the baby can't drown, I promise.)

Hubby, of course, doesn't care who delivers the baby, as long as we are in a hospital with emergency care close at hand. You'd think he cared or something. ;)

Ninth week

Not much has changed in the "I feel like crap" department. I usually have about two good hours a day, but not even every day. My baby is now the size of a pinto bean, tho. How funny is that?!

Pregnancy Number 2

Well, since I'm not really playing my sims right now, I thought I'd turn this into a pregnancy journal. I discovered that I don't remember as much about my first pregnancy as I thought I did, and this will record it for posterity.

Currently, I'm at the beginning of my 8th week. I'm tired all the freakin' time. And if I'm not starving, I have an upset stomach. Not throw-up nauseous, just upset and not happy. There's maybe three hours in the day where I feel decent and normal. I'm really wondering how I managed to work thru my first pregnancy at this point! Oh well, only 5 more weeks, and the good part of the pregnancy will start.

Another baby!

Well, I'm six weeks pregnant, and the morning/all day sickness has hit. It really sucks! I suppose I should make my dr's appt now, huh?

Katrina

One man's photo journal of Katrina.

Katrina

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Almost TWO!

I swear, I just brought him home yesterday!

If you love to read....

....you're probably at least half-way thru the new Harry Potter book. Or, if you're like me and my hubby, already done with it.

What's even more amazing than who dies is who kills the person that dies. And the romance scenes are too damn funny. I'd say more, but people might actually read my blog, and that would spoil the book.

Punk Rocker!

Isn't he cute???

more pics at www.saderfamily.org

I have a punk rocker baby!

As soon as we get the pictures uploaded from the camera tonight, I'll post Matthew's new haircut, with blue spiker in it!

Finally!

Our internet service has been acting crazy this week. It started Monday, Memorial Day. It was a holiday, no biggie, didn't really miss it. Since it was a holiday, no one was in the local office, so they told us to call on Tuesday. Tuesday we had internet. Well, until around 9, 9:30pm. Then it went off again. Called the cable company again on Wednesday, service guy came out Thursday morning. After Keith came home from work and reset the firewall, we had internet again, YAY!! Wait....wait....nope, sorry two hours is long enough. No more internet for you! This time, the modem light was still on, but still losing packets like there was no tomorrow. So I called them again this morning (Friday), and of course they can't get anyone out until MONDAY. So Keith checked the splitter, changed the cables around, and now we have perfect internet! We'll go buy a new splitter ourselves, and I get to tell the cable co to fuck off! wooohoooo!