10 weeks, 3 days

Little Peanut's first gift: a baby carrier and bib from my dad and step mom. Both are convinced we are having a boy. (Correction- both just want a grandson.)

On Friday, I was officially 10 weeks along. It doesn't seem like much considering how much more "cooking time" the little "bun in the oven" has but each week that passes I become less and less nervous (1 in 5 women have a miscarriage during the first trimester.)

Most people don't even tell others they are expecting until the second trimester (12 weeks) in case something happens but Krisand I were both so excited when the pregnancy was confirmed that we couldn't keep our mouths shut. I've already had my first "scare" the morning after I played my last softball game at Fort Campbell. Sorry for the bluntness but basically I was cramping and spotting. My OBGYN told me I was fine that it was normal etc. etc. but being the control freak that I am, I went to the emergency room just-in-case.

The doctor there made me feel like an idiot but Kris and I were able to hear peanut's heartbeat and confirm that I was not having a miscarriage. I was a little put-out that they would not do an ultrasound; I knew the only way I would feel reassured is if I got to see peanut. The doctor basically told me that even if I was having a miscarriage it was so early in the pregnancy that there was nothing they could do. I believe a direct quote was "it is between you and God."

Kris kept me from punching said doctor in the nose.

Needless to say, I did take it easy during the big move and I am not lifting anything that is too heavy as a precaution. I can't wait for my next appointment here in Cleveland so I can see peanut again. I do FEEL pregnant though: the cravings are unreal, the morning sickness is still a problem and the baby bump is finally showing.

Although I haven't bought anything, I have been window shopping at some local baby stores and every time I open our third bedroom (now dubbed the baby room) I toss around ideas of cribs, dressers and the works. Kris did buy a "baby names" book though so on top of everything I keep having weird dreams about different name combination's.

It is going to be a long and expensive 7 months!

You know what they say about "all work and no play"!

Kris and I have been in Chattanooga since Friday, July 16th. We haven't had cable or internet so that is why I have been slacking in the blogging department. However, I have not been slacking in other things. Quite the opposite actually, more like working my butt off: with the help of amazing family members we got our entire house moved and unloaded, Kris got our fence set up in the backyard for the furbabies to enjoy and all of our boxes are pretty much unpacked minus one or two. (Now, if I can just get my cable and internet hooked up, all will be right in the Kanatzar household!)

With all the work going on in our home, I haven't had much down time and today is my first day of work as the Editorial Assistant for Chattanooga Magazine. (Being the amazing, multi-tasker that I am, I am currently typing this blog at work ha-ha!)

The magazine had me sold from the get-go when they offered to pay me to write but the "positives" just keep coming.

For starters, CHECK OUT MY OFFICE!


Some of you may be thinking it is not much; yet, I have never had my own area to write in much less my own desk and office. Plus, the brand-new mac is mine for work and I have my own phone. As you can probably tell, I am very excited about my space.

The day so far has consisted of changing all the editorial assistant passwords and user-names and learning the ropes of the website. I have already been assigned a story for the Sept/Oct issue and I get to do the fall bridal insert!

My only complaint? Waiting over an hour at a walk-in-clinic for the routine drug test. The drug test itself was not a problem but I really had to pee and they took forever. I finally politely told them I was pregnant and couldn't hold my bladder for much longer. I guess I will get over being treated like a felon...

I have learned my lesson!

Why the random photos of my sowed yard? I have learned my lesson and when it boils down to it, the photos are my proof so Kris and I don't get screwed again.

A few weeks after we moved into our current house on post, our entire yard was dug up so the water pipes could be worked on. Our yard was one huge mud pit! Shortly after the construction, we decided to fence in the little yard we had for our furbabies; assuming responsibility for the enclosed portion of the yard.

During our pre-inspection for move out the housing office told me they would do some research to see if we were responsible for getting the yard back to the original condition (i.e. make the grass grow back before we leave) because of the construction. Well, two weeks later I hadn't heard anything so I contacted them.

Housing office: How can we help you?
Me: Yes, I was calling to see if anything had been determined over our yard?
Housing office: (After 10 minutes on hold) We decided that there was too much damage made from your dogs to make the construction responsible for the no-grass.
Me: (Fuming at this point because we DID NOT have grass before the fence) Ok, well I appreciate being called and told this two weeks ago. Now, we have less than two weeks to grow grass.
Housing office: You're welcome!

You're welcome?!! Are you kidding me?

Kris and I went and got seed, hay and a rake yesterday so we could sow the yard. Basically, that means wetting all the dirt, raking it all up, spreading seed around, laying hay down and spraying again. He wouldn't even hardly let me spray the house because of our little peanut! It took over two hours and I was exhausted so I know Kris was!

I could have avoided it all if I would have posted pictures of the yard before putting the fence up but I am a big idiot. This time, I was ready and I got the shots to prove that we sowed the yard!

Notice that the yard OUTSIDE of the fence is just as "grass-less", ANNOYING!

Our little peanut!

July 7, 2010
7 weeks, 5 days
Estimated Due Date: February 18, 2011

So far, all I want to do is throw up...

I haven't blogged in a few weeks and it is because I am the worst secret-keeper in the world...

Friday morning I took a home pregnancy test and it was positive; Kris and I were super excited but in the back of my mind I couldn't help but think it was probably wrong. (Read my post about The Dreaded Question.) Of course, all of the doctors at Ft. Campbell were closed Friday-Monday because of the holiday so it was the longest weekend of our lives (well, besides these next 9 months!) Monday morning I took another test for peace of mind I guess and it was also positive. More worry and hope ensued.

I finally got into the OBGYN today where I answered about a million questions, filled out tons of paperwork and basically got drained of all my blood for tests. I got assigned an OBGYN and have my first appointment on the 13th. They got me in tonight at 9 p.m. for an ultrasound to see exactly how far along we are. Weird that they have appointments that late but whatever, I am excited I get to see my little "it" in just a few hours.

Even after the appointment, I was still a nervous wreck because the pregnancy had not been "doctor confirmed" yet; however, this afternoon I called to check on my blood work and the nurse told me I am between 6 and 8 weeks! Holy smokes, already two months down!

Oh, did I mentioned I got the editorial assistant position at Chattanooga Magazine? The good news keeps coming.

The only thing that would have made today better is if Germany had beat Spain and moved on to the World Cup finals...