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December 23, 2002
7 Weeks
One exciting thing we did this week was go and create Baby Registries… that’s right, registries as in plural. I’m not certain how many people go and create registries now, or how many create more than one, but because of past experiences with our Wedding Registry, we have come to the conclusion that the more, the better. For our wedding registry, we chose The Bay, a Canadian department store, thinking that everyone we had invited would have access to the store, making it easy for them to go and get a gift for us. Well, we received innumerable complaints about our registry, that there were too many expensive gifts, that it was hard to get to, that no one had any money to buy anything and more. Essentially, the complaints were endless. Most of the phone conversations ended up with me in tears, and Simon consoling me, something I was not willing to go through again, and Simon particularly. Not having been married before, I was literally following the steps that everyone said you had to do, and a registry was one of the things near the top of the lists I had been reading, so I went and did it. It still makes me upset to remember dealing with my relatives on this issue, the outcome of it all was our cutting a couple of them out of our lives because of how malicious and hurtful they were during that period of our lives :-(
Okay, so, with that terrible experience in mind, we forged out to the malls and registered at three different stores. The reason why we did this was that we are planning to tell our families the news as their Christmas present later this week, and we wanted to be prepared. This baby is going to be not only the first grandchild, but also the first great-grandchild, so there is going to be A LOT of excitement and expectations. Yes, I was a Brownie and Girl Guide and Simon was a Beaver, Wolf Cub and then a Boy Scout. Does it show much?
The first one was Toys R Us, and I have to say, we ended up having a ball of a time. Using the scan gun was great, and Simon loved it so much that he started to go a little crazy with it, and I eventually had to take it away from him after he ran away from me with it down the toy aisle for the third time :-) Onwards to Sears, where we had become pros at the whole scan-gun thing, zapping happily away for over an hour, adding multiples of one item, deleting other items, fantasizing about our Little One and what we would need (read, what’s really cool and what’s even cooler) when the big day arrived. We had become experts at evaluating what were good Baby departments and what weren’t, mentally filing away which places had the better prices for this item, but better toy selection than the other places. Can you tell yet that we were having a heck of a time? Finally, we finished our Triple Threat of Baby Registries at The Bay. By this time, we were so accomplished at the whole process that it only took half the time the other two stores took, even with me wandering through the clothing section, oohing and aahing over the tiny little clothes and trying to picture what our Little One would look like in that outfit, or this sleeper.
I mean, really, we have it down to an art-form basically. We can zip through all the aisles, zapping here and there; I think we’re so fast that we just appear as a blur to salespeople. Also, because so much baby stuff is really so cheap, $5 for a onesie or $4 for a pair of booties or hat, I don’t think there could be much to complain about… There had better not! And as for those of you who are going to tell me that those little $5 onesies add up? Well, let me just live in my little fantasy land until the third trimester, when I actually have to go out and buy all this stuff, okay? :-)
Oh, the other thing we were extremely careful about when we were zapping those clothes was not to register for *anything* that was not yellow, green or white. With this child as the first grandchild, let alone great-grandchild, we don’t want anybody to get it into their heads that the child will be one gender or another… After all, because we were telling our families so soon into the pregnancy, there would be more than ample time for these notions to balloon out of control in their heads… I was having nightmares about it just thinking about the possibilities of what grand-child/great-grandchild starved people would do with that type of misconception!
Okay, now for the second part of my tagline. For those of you in the know, yup, you guessed it, morning sickness has arrived with all vengeance upon my poor poor belly. This visitor that I welcomed this week has really not been all that welcome, but at the same time, I do acknowledge that those women who experience morning sickness are less likely to experience a miscarriage, so it does come with some hidden blessings. We have stocked up on saltines and gingerale. We are ready. Mostly. Actually, so far it hasn’t been incredibly bad (knock hard and long on wood) with most mornings going smoothly. I find I am not feeling sick when I wake up but rather mid-morning waves descend and don’t really leave until early afternoon, when I get a little break, only for them to return again during dinner. Yeay, just in time, right? I have been trying very very hard to make sure that I eat at least one meal a day. The remainder of the day I am free to munch on whatever makes the Little One happy. And the tummy :-)
I think I have almost come up with a technique too to beat it – the eating/craving aspect of it that is. I think in my mind what I could eat, running through sometimes over a half dozen different ideas that my belly either supports or vetoes (very quickly). Seems to be working so far, so I will keep at it then! :-) I think the worst part of it is that I feel very nauseous, but don’t ever get the satisfaction of being physically sick. I know I am going to get some rebuttals from those who were indeed chained to the porcelain god, but geez, just once or twice I would have liked to follow through with what I was feeling. I just felt incredible terrible for hours, on the verge, but with no results. Argh. Oh well… Onwards we go, right? The cramps seem to have left for the most part now, although my breasts are still *incredibly* tender to the point that it hurts to go down stairs. I can’t even hold my kitty, they are so sensitive! It’s crazy, what our bodies do with all these hormones racing around.
Alright, I will end the entry, seeing as it is getting really quite long, and I will only start to babble from now on, which really can’t be too interesting, can it? Take care everyone, I will be keeping my saltines close!
Talk to Me:
What techniques did you discover that really worked at curbing those all-day sickies?
Did you create a Baby Registry, and if so, did anyone get anything from it? Was it helpful or just a boon?
Namaste, Laura and the Little One
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