Craving Mad

WEEK 14
I was certain the whole food craving/aversion phenomenon was simply for those fickle female eaters whose tastes change with the latest trend. But after eating a half bowl of "Black Licorice Scotties" at our neighbor's party, I'm here to say it's very true! I didn't even like black licorice before this day, I downright abhored it! Is my new love of licorice here to stay, or is it just a ship passing in the night, hmm??

On the flipside, there are a handful of things that the mere thought of will have me running to the loo. One of which is Orange Juice. It's even hard typing the words. There's something about the thought of the sweet, syrupy texture that makes me...

makes me...

I gotta go.

Raegan's New Favorite Things

1. Throat-Clearing
2. Meat
3. Nose-Blowing
4. All Baby Shows
5. Singing the "Baby Furniture Warehouse" Jingle
6. Throwing-up

Though not necessarily in that order.

Many Faces of Baby

WEEK 13
Thanks to a few of our talented and "highly" imaginative friends, we're able to get a few ideas of what baby may look like. Feel free to submit your own creative notions!


Submitted by Roger Blonder


Submitted by Joe Oesterle

Baby's Name is Ralph

WEEK 12
Despite having been the only one not partying Friday night, Raegan, nevertheless, was the only one puking Saturday morning. Though I may be partially, if not entirely, to blame.

While attempting to clear my throat of phlegm this morning, I apparently made some "revolting," "horrific," "death-rattle-like" noises. Noises which Raegan claims triggered her vom-a-thon. Personally, I think it's more likely her nausea's due to the fact that a small human is growing inside her, but who knows? Maybe my phlegm issues made the fetus sick too.

I am happy to report Raegan's health quickly improved after I swore to "never make those noises again."

PS: Raegan has since lost her lunch several times since this incident occurred, citing the following as causes: "the smell of that fish," "just seeing that cookie," and most recently, "looking at that orange juice." I think I've officially been vindicated.

Lub-Dup

WEEK 10
The day proved to be a hectic one. We got to Dr. Gittinger's office at 10:30 to find out she was doing a delivery at the hospital. They sent us home about a half hour later with a new appointment for 1:30. After filling out 20 pages of paperwork, we headed home. At 1:00, we get a call from the doctor's office. Dr. G is still in delivery, could we come in at 2:45.

When we got to the office, they said Dr. G was on her way. They brought me in and took my blood pressure and weight. Up 3 lbs in the last 5 weeks. Though I look heavier from all the bloating.

We met Dr. G just after 3:00. We really like her. She's young, has a great sense of humor, and is very honest. After talking to Steven about med-school, she actually told us she just-barely passed the bar, herself! She did the usual background evaluation and asked if we had any questions. Then it was time to listen for the baby's heartbeat. Though she said the heartbeat was difficult to find, and most of our friends told us not to freak out if she didn't find one, within a matter of seconds, there it was. The most beautiful sound to ever ring out from my belly. This was the proof: I can grow people!! Check it out:



From there, we went down to the Blood Lab. Steven and I were both going to have blood tests. She needed 10 vials of blood from me for all the various tests. The phlebotomist said normally they take 7, max. I asked if it was safe to take more and she said "yes." She asked if I ate recently. I said I felt good.

Somewhere between the 4th and the 10th vial, my reality started to pale. Steven insists that I full-on passed out, but I thought I remembered everything. The sudden hot flash and the sound of the phlebotomist wacking the ice pack against the wall.

After a few moments, bathed in ice packs, I started to feel better. Steven brought me some water and my blood volume was back on the up-swing. The technician was apologetic and said that she got everything she needed, which was all I had to give.

For the record, Raegan definitely passed out, and stayed out for about fifteen seconds. It was pretty creepy, what with her eyes rolling around and such. With the baby in there it made me think of being in a plane with no pilot. If you talk to Raegan, she might try to deny it happened, but don't believe her. After all, I should know, being the only one of us who was conscious at the time. In hindsight, I should have shot a video.