Best doctor's comment ever

Had my first doctor's visit today. The woman is maddening. She speaks fast, walk fast, and let fly embarrassing comments really fast. Like when I commented that the transvaginal ultrasound is really big (length, not girth), she said as my mother was walking into the room, "I'm sure you've had much bigger than this before". I love this woman!

Oh, here's the ultrasound pic. Well, not exactly, but the real one looks pretty much the same.

Everybody's pregnant

It's like when you are interested in a car, you see it every where you drive. Leah just told me that she's pregnant. Exactly a week after me. Then Mai called. You know, the one that couldn't get pregnant? Well, she's pregnant. 17 weeks and counting. I was so thrilled with her news, I almost forgot to tell her about mine. Now we can be happy together instead of me happy and her depressed. Yah.

The doctor will not see you now

Seriously, what does it take to see my ob/gyn? When I'm actually delivering? Two bleeding episodes, two phone calls to the doctor's office, and two "We'll keep an eye on it". Other moms-to-be on the babycenter.com board commented that once they called their doctors with the same problem, the doctor either told them to come in right away if it's during the day or go to the emergency room if it's after hour. My first appointment isn't for another 2 weeks. My fear is, there wont be a baby there at the ultrasound.

Boy Names

If things are ok and the pregnancy is still on, these are some boy names I am considering:

Aidan - fire
Bennett - little blessed one
Brandon - sword
Brendan - little raven
Caleb - faithful, bold
Cavan - handsome
Colin - victor
Conlan - hero
Devlin - brave
Joshua - lord is salvation
Kai - sea
Lucas - bringer of light
Sebastian - majestic
Wyatt - water

Scary moment

Having a husband who studies all the time is the best thing for a dirty house. I'm not a neat freak but I am clean and orderly, except when BWB and I are together. For some reason, his messiness rubs off on me. Ever since he moved into my townhouse, I can't keep it clean. Ever. We were always so busy doing fun stuff together that cleaning house was never a priority. I've hired a maid but she has all but given up on keeping it neat. She dusts around the messes. Anyways, ever since law school started, BWB has been spending 10, 12, sometimes 14 hours at school. When I get home from work, I have 5 hours to myself every night until he gets home. At first, it was great because I didn't have to watch TV shows he likes. It was all "Dancing with the Stars" and "Desperate Housewives" and "Sex and the City" reruns all the time. But now, I'm a little bored. So last night, I decided to get this house back in order. I decided to start with the smallest room, the kitchen pantry. See, I have a habit of keeping boxes of things I buy. My thought is that when I move, I'll have the box the item came in. So the pantry was full of boxes for the scale, the pots and pans, the glasses, even the box for the carpet steamer cleaner. After an hour and a half of breaking down boxes, sweeping the floor, organizing the food, and taking out the trash, I was exhausted. My back ached, my stomach started to cramp and my legs felt like jello. At 1 am, about two hours since the cleaning frenzy, I went to pee (something I do a lot these days) and noticed a pink tint on the tissue. My stomach was still cramping pretty bad and my back was throbbing. In a panic, I dialed my doctor's calling service and request a call back. She said the only thing to do is to monitor the bleeding. If it gets worse, then get myself to an emergency room. I woke up every hour or so to check my undies. And every time I feel wetness, my entire body would go cold. It was so nerve wracking. But this morning, the spotting has stopped, the pain in my stomach has decrease to a slight ache and my back didn't hurt anymore. BWB was so furious with me for not taking it easy. I'm not sure if that was related to my cleaning episode but I will take it easy from now on. But you should see the pantry. Marth Stewart would be proud

Bye bye Betty

You know how certain moments in your life make you realize that you've passed certain life markers? Like the first time I had my period and I realized that life is gonna suck for the next 50 years. No. I kid. I realized that I'm no longer a girl. Ok. I didn't actually realize that at the moment. But it was a profound moment none the less. Or my first paycheck from the job after college. It was a beautiful moment to know that I didn't have to ask my parents for lunch money. The day I got Betty, my crystal blue convertible Miata. Now that was a moment. I've been wanting a Miata ever since the first model introduced in 1989. I researched the dealership, researched the price, researched the financing. I couldn't believe that I was going to buy it. Nay. Not just buy it. But ordered it in the exact specifications I want. When it was delivered, it had 3 miles on it. And as I laid my eyes on it for the first time, I knew its name was Betty. That was back in 2002. That car and I have been through everything: an accident, a car-gasm, first date with BWB, my drive-away car at the wedding.
But this is where Betty and I must part. It never occurred to me that Betty wouldn't be with me until she dies. The whole thing started when my mom asked if I intend to get a new car since a 2-seater convertible is hardly the appropriate vehicle for a family. After much deliberation, BWB and I made the choice to let Betty go. In one swift moment, I went from single gal with a convertible to married gal with a convertible to mom. I'm already looking forward to the day all my imaginary kids have left the imaginary nest so I can buy another Miata, Betty Deux.