Lizard Face

Last night on the ride home, Jourdan and I were talking about Peanut and Peanut's potential names (G: Violet Isabella, B: Scott Everett or Jackson Everett) when Jourdan came up with a perfect new name: Lizard Face. Of course, I was instantly opposed to naming my child Lizard Face but Jourdan felt that we needed to give Peanut a say so he asked Peanut if he/she liked the name and of course just to spite me, Peanut kicked. Jourdan took this as confirmation that Peanut does in fact want to be named Lizard Face. Already they are siding against me, I am destined for a wild ride.

Fueled by Peanut Power

While waiting for Dr. Henchell to arrive, I laid back on the examination table and flipped through some random family magazine. Jourdan sat across from me and played with my new (yet to be nicknamed) iPhone. And Peanut as is typical, decided to play soccer with mommy's stomach. So basically a typical day in the life of the Perla family. At some point, Jourdan looked up from the iPhone and noticed that my shirt was moving. Yes, Peanut is now strong enough that each kick makes me stomach bounce and shake so even if he can't feel the Peanut-powered kicks you can easily see them. Considering our current energy crisis, I'm wondering if I can't bottle this Peanut-Power and fuel the car or a small factory.

The Results Are In..

Jourdan and I met with my GP yesterday and good news all around. My heart is doing just fine and my head isn't full of goombas. I just have really low blood pressure but the addition of more salt to my diet has seemed to help. I have a follow up with the neurologist next Wednesday and Peanut has an appointment with the midwives as well. 

All in all, everything is looking good for me and the kid.

Quick Update

Just a quick update to let everyone know things are going fine. Peanut got checked out with another ultrasound and things are looking good. Mommy is going in for another checkup tomorrow, but is doing fine. Finished the first half of our "new parents" classes, with just two Wednesdays to go.

All in all, everything's good. Just busy with lots of stuff.

No Goombas & No Pulse

I met with the neurologist this afternoon; a very friendly doctor who knew the ways of the faint. I was really able to talk to her about how I feel when I'm passing out and she perfectly understood since she herself has done the same. She tested my reflexes, eye movement and asked me questions (two of which I almost failed!) which all checked out normal.

After reviewing my recent labs, she is pretty certain that my incredibly low blood pressure is the culprit. And that drinking more water will help me but I need to add salt to my diet since my salt levels are so low as well. Basically, I'm just passing all this water through because there is no salt in my body to hold on to it. She had me lay down for two minutes and took my blood pressure (90/52) and then had me stand up and not only could she not get a BP reading but she couldn't find a pulse. (Walking dead?) So, I'm supposed to try juice/gatorade in between the water to help me hold on to some of the good stuff as well as add more salt to my diet. I have a follow up appointment with her in two weeks.

We have TUMMY!

Yes, Houston...WE HAVE TUMMY! We went in for another ultrasound today and the doctor found the tummy, kidneys, head, spine and a very active Peanut. Also, Peanut has just the right amount of fluid to swim in. I didn't do too well in that resting position and had a little episode in the ultrasound room but soon I was feeling better and we moved on to our appointment with the midwife. Everything measures out just right and we got to listen to Peanut's heartbeat and hear Peanut kick the microphone. Apparently Peanut does not care for eavesdroppers.

Peanut has got me in a choke hold

I woke up from sleeping cause I had this strong burning sensation in my throat. It's been so long since I've felt the sting of heartburn but when coupled with short breath it's worse. I've heard from my friend Dorothy that this is incredibly normal but the feeling of Peanut sleeping against my lungs isn't something I hope to get used to. 

Jourdan had a great idea last night and started talking to the baby at the bottom of my belly. In response, Peanut woke up and moved lower giving me a chance to breath and waddle to the kitchen for a glass of milk. Afterwards I moved my pillows so that they are much higher now and gravity is helping to give my lungs and tummy some "breathing room" as well.