I forgot that I had a couple of other boy names that I liked. I like Brady and maybe Bailey. Brett has some terrible name ideas like Igby, Roskolnikov, and Aristotle, so he is not allowed to name our child. So far, of the choices I have been thinking through, Brett likes Jude. He likes the idea of the name having the juh and duh sound and it being one syllable--I am not sure what is so pleasing about the sounds, but Brett seems to enjoy it. Anyway, please give me some feedback--I don't want my kid to go around with a dumb sounding name. :)
Sunday, January 30, 2005
Friday, January 28, 2005
Doctor Visit
I had my second check-up today. It was very short, but cool. I have officially gained 2.5 pounds. (I think I look bloated in the pictures that we posted. Maybe the camera is adding weight :)) She got out this little machine and some jelly and put it on my belly so we could hear the baby's heart. It was beating nice and loudly. My official due date is August 17. My Dr. figured it out from the ultrasound that I had. My next ultrasound is not until the end of March, but that is when we will know the sex if the baby is cooperative. So we have to start thinking about names. I have a couple of ideas. For a girl I like Callie (Callia Irene which means beauty and peace) or Sophia or Sophie (Sophie Millicent which means wisdom and strength). For a boy, I am having a harder time because boys' names are limited, it seems, and if we pick a different kind of name, he will get made fun of. So far, I like Charlie (Charles Reid) or Jude (I don't know a middle name with this one yet, but I just thought of it the other day. All of the names sound nice with Lettiere. Anyway, comments are welcome. Thanks.
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
okay, okay
So I'm posting again. I feel great lately. Brett mentioned that I had a cold. That was awful--no fun. But it only lasted a week, so at least there's that. I have measured myself--I seemed to have gained an inch, but my weight is not changing much. The most I think I have gained is three pounds, but it fluctuates. I will take new pictures tonight. I am trying to do yoga, but I need to make more time for it. I really enjoy it, and I need to make time to do it every day because I think it will help me to be in less pain when it is most important. Plus I want a big belly, but not a big anything else. I also need to get more organized otherwise my house is going to be a very scary mess in eight months. I guess there is a lot to think about with a child on the way--I'm just not sure what it all is. We still have not decided on the hospital. It's kind of a pain having choices. I have a doctor's appointment this week. I am watching Gilmore Girls as I write this, which makes for bad writing--sorry.
Friday, January 14, 2005
Shopping for hospitals
Nothing much new on the pregnancy front. I am feeling fine. I am at 150 lbs. Once the community college starts back and I start teaching two classes and have to deal with the stress, I am sure I will drop back to an unhealthy 145. I have no morning sickness. I do get these wanging headaches when I think of financing this whole thing in the next year.
I thought that Les would write a little more on this blog, but she says she doesn't know what to write. Perhaps she will have more to say later.
Leslie is sick with a cold. She cannot take medicine, I guess. Therefore she is a little miserable.
As the neurotics we are, we went shopping for hospitals last week and this week. Leslie's doctor is pregnant and is not going to be able to deliver our baby. We have to change doctors anyway, so Les thought it would be a good idea to go to hospitals and compare. I sometimes think we are like Meg Swan (Park Posey) and Hamilton Swan (Michael Hitchcock) from Best in Show. This is the couple who bring their dog to a shrink because it has been misbehaving after it saw the two having sex. Too much? We did call the vet after Henry's first couple teeth fell out. And look at the pictures of Henry in a Santa Claus outfit for Christmas. What type of people dress their dog up? My eye doctor asked me not to come back after he operated on my eye because I irritated him with my nervousness.
Anyhow, Team Neuroses, headed by Ms. Think-a-Lot and Captain Undecided, set out to check out hospitals. We visited Little Company. This is the closest hospital to us. It would be the obvious choice for anyone who didn't give this a couple week's worth of thinking. It has five birthing suites. Only three people are allowed to be in the birthing room at one time, but it is sweet. Have a baby on a night with five other people, you get a sterile white room for labor, another room for delivery, and another one for recovery. The hospital offers SuperMax-like security. Babies are cuffed with sensor wraps and visitors are buzzed in and out. There are plenty of statues of the Virgin Mary staring down like hawks throughout the hospital. And the waiting room, at least the one we were in, had old worn carpet and plastic chairs. The lady who gave our group a tour made it out like it would be hell if one didn't get one of the five birthing rooms. She also went on and on about how if someone comes into your room, make them show you their identity badge. No carpeting in the rooms or hallways. Typical hospital look. Not bad if you haven't seen the alternative.
Highlight of the evening is that we met another couple who live in EP. They are close to the same age and same period in their pregnancy.
Speaking of the alternatives, we went and visited Palos Hospital. The maternity floor had nothing but birthing rooms. All carpeted and clean. No religious figurines giving you the creeps. We can have almost unlimited people in the birthing room, but only two or three for the delivery. Afterwards, it is visitors galore. We can have almost 8 people in the room before we even use our three visitor passes. I have images of Party Monster; I wonder if Michael Alig could arrange a party in our room. The birthing rooms and waiting room have satellite television. There is no security. One can come and go as one pleases. To its credit, babies are probably less likely to be stolen from this neighborhood. It is quite a hike to this hospital, which is not bad for the two or three days for the birth, but I can see it being annoying for all the visits before and after.
We now have to decide between the two. We'll probably decide sometime next September or October. But the nice thing about Team Neuroses is that whatever choice we make, the road untaken will look better and we will spend plenty of mental energy anguishing over our poor choice.
I thought that Les would write a little more on this blog, but she says she doesn't know what to write. Perhaps she will have more to say later.
Leslie is sick with a cold. She cannot take medicine, I guess. Therefore she is a little miserable.
As the neurotics we are, we went shopping for hospitals last week and this week. Leslie's doctor is pregnant and is not going to be able to deliver our baby. We have to change doctors anyway, so Les thought it would be a good idea to go to hospitals and compare. I sometimes think we are like Meg Swan (Park Posey) and Hamilton Swan (Michael Hitchcock) from Best in Show. This is the couple who bring their dog to a shrink because it has been misbehaving after it saw the two having sex. Too much? We did call the vet after Henry's first couple teeth fell out. And look at the pictures of Henry in a Santa Claus outfit for Christmas. What type of people dress their dog up? My eye doctor asked me not to come back after he operated on my eye because I irritated him with my nervousness.
Anyhow, Team Neuroses, headed by Ms. Think-a-Lot and Captain Undecided, set out to check out hospitals. We visited Little Company. This is the closest hospital to us. It would be the obvious choice for anyone who didn't give this a couple week's worth of thinking. It has five birthing suites. Only three people are allowed to be in the birthing room at one time, but it is sweet. Have a baby on a night with five other people, you get a sterile white room for labor, another room for delivery, and another one for recovery. The hospital offers SuperMax-like security. Babies are cuffed with sensor wraps and visitors are buzzed in and out. There are plenty of statues of the Virgin Mary staring down like hawks throughout the hospital. And the waiting room, at least the one we were in, had old worn carpet and plastic chairs. The lady who gave our group a tour made it out like it would be hell if one didn't get one of the five birthing rooms. She also went on and on about how if someone comes into your room, make them show you their identity badge. No carpeting in the rooms or hallways. Typical hospital look. Not bad if you haven't seen the alternative.
Highlight of the evening is that we met another couple who live in EP. They are close to the same age and same period in their pregnancy.
Speaking of the alternatives, we went and visited Palos Hospital. The maternity floor had nothing but birthing rooms. All carpeted and clean. No religious figurines giving you the creeps. We can have almost unlimited people in the birthing room, but only two or three for the delivery. Afterwards, it is visitors galore. We can have almost 8 people in the room before we even use our three visitor passes. I have images of Party Monster; I wonder if Michael Alig could arrange a party in our room. The birthing rooms and waiting room have satellite television. There is no security. One can come and go as one pleases. To its credit, babies are probably less likely to be stolen from this neighborhood. It is quite a hike to this hospital, which is not bad for the two or three days for the birth, but I can see it being annoying for all the visits before and after.
We now have to decide between the two. We'll probably decide sometime next September or October. But the nice thing about Team Neuroses is that whatever choice we make, the road untaken will look better and we will spend plenty of mental energy anguishing over our poor choice.
Friday, January 07, 2005
I know my eyes are closed and I look a little stupid. I was not trying to strike a sexy pose in this picture. I was just trying to get my arm out of the way to get a good side angle so I will really be able to see the difference as my belly progresses. So I feel a little self conscious posting these pictures, but I want to keep a record of my changes. I guess it is ok for others to see this.
Saturday, January 01, 2005
Here is only one part of the destruction Henry caused this past week. This is a picture of our fairly new dining room table. Henry jumped on the table, ate about 20 pieces of gummy watermelon candy that were in a center piece, scratched the table in two different places, and almost committed suicide by jumping. I caught him right before he jumped. I don't think he would have landed on his legs. Over the summer he jumped from half the height and landed on his face, which dislocated his jaw.
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