Olivia v. Caroline

The name debate is officially on.  Dennis' top choice is Olivia.  My top choice is Caroline.  Neither of us hates the other name, but we are nevertheless convinced our choice is the better choice.  Dennis has even gone so far as to call the baby Olivia.  Our plan is still to wait until we see our little one before committing to a name, but inevitably, I will think she looks like a Caroline and Dennis will think she looks like an Olivia.  My father suggested that we pick the names out of a hat. I like this idea; it really is the only fair way, but Dennis is less than convinced.  Dennis also claims that because I got my girl, he should get the name. Of course this argument is flawed, but he's sticking to it. He also reminds me he had no say in the nursery. Another flawed argument, as Dennis doesn't care about color schemes and baby furniture.  But that doesn't stop him from reminding me that he didn't get his boy or his sports nursery. So the name debate continues. Stay tuned...    

Baby Movement Part Two

The baby's movement is still sporadic.  I can usually count on movement after I eat a meal and when I finally settle down for the evening and I am resting on the couch.  But there are days where she doesn't follow this schedule, and is a bit nerve racking.  Take for instance the other day, she barely moved all day.  Then the following day she couldn't calm down.  Of course, she's only one pound so even though I didn't feel her move, she was probably moving.  And sporadic movement is perfectly fine at this stage.  I've read the books; I know the facts.  But that doesn't mean I don't still want to feel that reassurance.  And baby movement is really your only sign that your little one is still doing fine.  Of course, you can measure how you are feeling, and you are getting the thumbs up at all your doctor's appointments, but you still want to feel the movement.  The bottom line is you have so little control over your body. Sure, you control what you eat, what you drink and your overall activity level, but other than that there's not much else you control. And that's disconcerting for any mother-to-be, but certainly for a Type A like myself.  Rest assured I'm not actually worrying, but I will admit I'm a lot happier when I feel the movement.

I Gotta Pee!

Over the past couple of weeks, I have spent the better part of my life in a bathroom.  I constantly have to pee.  I don't sleep through the night because I get up at least three to four times to pee.  In the morning while I am getting ready, I will pee at least three times before leaving the house.  To put that in context, it takes me about an hour to get ready in the morning. That means I'm peeing every 20 mintues!  I dread my 30 minute commute to work each day because even though I make sure I pee before getting on the road, within 15 minutes I have to pee.  And I'm not talking, "oh, I could go to the bathroom," I'm talking, "if I don't get to a bathroom right now, I'm going to pee my pants." One time, I almost had to pull over because I didn't think I was going to make it home.  And don't get me started on the amount of toilet paper I'm going through.  I literally used an entire roll in the span of 36 hours. Granted it was a normal size roll, not the super duper double roll, but still. Of course with all these bathroom breaks comes raw hands.  Yes, my hands are actually raw and have cuts all over them from washing my hands so much.  I don't even bother putting lotion on them after each bathroom break like I used to do because I know in a matter of 15-20 mintues I'll just be washing my hands again. 
The sad part is I know it's only going to get worse as the baby gets bigger.  So if you call or text me and don't get a response, you know where I am; I'm in the bathroom peeing.