Food Stuffs

I really don't like that I can't have some cheeses, namely the Parmesean that Chris put on his half of the foccacia bread from last night. I guess that true Parmesean usually isn't comprised of pasteurized milk - who would've guessed?!

Secondly, I wonder if they make a nitrate-free hot dog because I could really go for some old-school mac & cheese with hot dogs and peas. Delish!

Thirdly, in my attempt to stay healthy, I was so focused on getting skim milk for my cafe mocha this morning that I neglected to ask for decaf! Mental note: skim milk sucks.

Still in denial...

I got the phone calls for the doctors out of the way today. My job has a great prenatal care program which I was anxious to take advantage of. Basically I just have to check in with a nurse once a month to let her know how I'm doing. In return, they provide me with the book What to Expect When Expecting (which should prove useful, as I have no clue what to expect), a $600 out-of-pocket maximum for all prenatal/birth expenses, and even a $50 savings bond to get Baby Brock's savings started! I was nervous that the program wouldn't cover a midwife, but the lady helping me found a few with whom I'd be covered. I would have died if I had to go into a hospital and have them stick an IV in my hand. Do you think they refuse service if you refuse an IV?

So, my other call was to set up an appointment with the midwife. I was partially annoyed that my first prenatal appointment isn't until February 18th as I want a blood test pronto just to verify the validity of the "pee on the stick" tests. One good thing to come of the call was finding out that I can continue taking my Flinstones vitamins! I merely have to up my dosage to two Flinstones per day, and I'm good to go!

Baby!

1 month, 5 days

And so it begins. After two pregnancy tests (one analog, one digital - for more accuracy!), it still hasn't settled in. I'm still thinking that they might be wrong, so I'm looking forward to the doctor's face when she tells me it's just too many Doritos and not baby weight. I stuck the tests in a baggie and hid them in the store room, as I thought it'd be fun to put in a scrapbook someday. Although, now that I think of it, that'd just be gross.

No more than an hour after finding out, I get a call from Grandma. Grandma and I call each other often, but her comment after I answered the phone was a little eerie. She told me that "something hit her that she should call me." How weird is that?! I wish I could have told her just how weird it really was, but I'll just have to remember to let her know when the time is right!