It is time for the yearly update!!! I have given up on anything else. This was supposed to be some sort of log of frequent awesome things going on in our life, like everyone else seems to be able to keep up in really cute, awesome ways... OH well.
The biggest news of all time for us is the fact that we are expecting our first baby in early January! I am sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo excited. I was convinced, probably by my own making, that it was a girl; but when the presence of something unmistakenly male revealed itself at our ultrasound a few weeks ago, my intuition was crushed, and I am still in the acceptance phase of that... but very, very excited about the fact that we are having a baby and it will be ours, gender regardless.
Pregnancy has been fine, but not awesome. The first trimester seemed a blur of tired, nauseous grossness, in nearly every way. I look back and see a sort of miserable person; up at 4 am each morning to have some raisin bran to both prevent throwing up, and hopefully convince my digestive system to please, please, I beg of you! move. And that just continued every couple hours through out the day, every day, interspersed with moments of throwing up, moodiness, and a general vague sense of blah. I just didn't want to do anything. The worst of this, of course, happened to fall in the month of June, which happened to be Dustin's only break month for the rest of medical school, and thus, the rest of his life. We had lots of fun things planned that were sort of casually tossed by the wayside by me, in my malaise. This didn't go very well with Dustin, understandably. So I feel bad for the husband in pregnancy; really bad, in fact. It's no fun living with a very non-fun person for months at a time.
But all that seemed to improve around month 4.5, and since then, I'm great. I look forward to actually looking like I'm definitely pregnant, instead of the whole "did she gain weight?" thing, but that is a minor conern on the scale of pregnancy concerns. Reality has hit, though, now, and I am frequently visiting in my mind such things as med school debt, how many hours to work after baby, survival, insurance, and all of those fun things that the adult mind grows accustumed to being accosted by in their day to day when children enter the picture. At least, that's what people tell me. Sometimes they make it sound pretty bleak, but I have plenty of great examples of happy med school moms around me, so I'll just follow them! I am relieved that our son is healthy and growing exactly as he should, and so am I. We are blessed and grateful!
Sidelight: Here's some pics from our Summer vacation to Rhode Island and Cape Cod:
The biggest news of all time for us is the fact that we are expecting our first baby in early January! I am sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo excited. I was convinced, probably by my own making, that it was a girl; but when the presence of something unmistakenly male revealed itself at our ultrasound a few weeks ago, my intuition was crushed, and I am still in the acceptance phase of that... but very, very excited about the fact that we are having a baby and it will be ours, gender regardless.
Pregnancy has been fine, but not awesome. The first trimester seemed a blur of tired, nauseous grossness, in nearly every way. I look back and see a sort of miserable person; up at 4 am each morning to have some raisin bran to both prevent throwing up, and hopefully convince my digestive system to please, please, I beg of you! move. And that just continued every couple hours through out the day, every day, interspersed with moments of throwing up, moodiness, and a general vague sense of blah. I just didn't want to do anything. The worst of this, of course, happened to fall in the month of June, which happened to be Dustin's only break month for the rest of medical school, and thus, the rest of his life. We had lots of fun things planned that were sort of casually tossed by the wayside by me, in my malaise. This didn't go very well with Dustin, understandably. So I feel bad for the husband in pregnancy; really bad, in fact. It's no fun living with a very non-fun person for months at a time.
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| The first discovery of the bump: 18 weeks |
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| 22 weeks: getting bigger! |
But all that seemed to improve around month 4.5, and since then, I'm great. I look forward to actually looking like I'm definitely pregnant, instead of the whole "did she gain weight?" thing, but that is a minor conern on the scale of pregnancy concerns. Reality has hit, though, now, and I am frequently visiting in my mind such things as med school debt, how many hours to work after baby, survival, insurance, and all of those fun things that the adult mind grows accustumed to being accosted by in their day to day when children enter the picture. At least, that's what people tell me. Sometimes they make it sound pretty bleak, but I have plenty of great examples of happy med school moms around me, so I'll just follow them! I am relieved that our son is healthy and growing exactly as he should, and so am I. We are blessed and grateful!
Sidelight: Here's some pics from our Summer vacation to Rhode Island and Cape Cod:
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| Newport, Rhode Island |
Medical school has taken a happy turn for D this year. He says that the first 2 years are just crappy. That's the way it is. He spent the first 6 months of this year enduring some hard classes and studying his life away in preparation for the boards exam in June. We honestly saw eachother a half hour a day most days of the week for like, 5 months. It was a dark period of time, and very boring for me, but it ended with the excitement of finding out about pregnancy, and with a job well done on the boards by Dustin! Such a relief in the medical world; it's the biggest thing to have put behind you, and lets us know more clearly the options that he'll have in the future and where we could be. Now that he is actually on the wards and working with people and learning things for real on the job, instead of being stuck in his library hole all day every day, he is actually enjoying it! It would seem that he wants to be a doctor again after all. He, unsurprisingly, looooves pediatrics. However, the only other rotation he has had thus far to compare it to was obstetrics, which we'll say is just not his cup of tea. He loves the special feeling the children bring to the pediatrics floor; there is something about peds that is noticeably more happy and fulfilling than working with adults. Sorry adults, but compared to children, we're losers. I noticed the same thing in nursing school. We'll see if that's where he ends up! The next rotation is medicine, and then surgery. They are both extremely demanding, so I'll be a single mom for awhile, but hopefully things will lighten a bit in April.
Well, Here's the rest of the year so far in pics: :)
