And Baby Makes Three: 19 Weeks, Random Musings and Catch-Up

Dear Baby,

I have a few random things to catch up on that never made it into any other entry so far, and probably none of them could make up one by themselves, but I do want to throw them out there.

An ongoing (and again, random) issue I’ve been having throughout my pregnancy is I get really nauseous and dizzy at grocery store checkout lines. I have no idea what triggers this, as I am fine the entire shopping trip, so I find it hard to believe that it is the smell of the food. It has gotten less severe in the second trimester than the first, but I still need to sip water, pace a little, and take my jacket off in the checkout line. Very strange.

The first time I went to visit our OB, the practice had temporarily switched locations to undergo renovations. The secretary instructed me to call the office the day before to make sure that they were at the new location. However, when I dutifully called they hadn’t yet switched the phone lines and no one was answering. I didn’t know where the new location was. I called several times and left several messages with no response. I googled the practice and it didn’t show that they had changed numbers. I checked message boards and didn’t see any mention of it. I called the hospital and they gave me the same number. I tried other lines at the hospital, until I finally spoke to—maybe the fifth person—and pleaded with her to give me my doctor’s cell phone number. She hesitantly did. I called and got no answer, so I sent the doctor a text. She eventually responded and gave me the address.

To this day, my OB remembers me because of my persistence with this. She was quite surprised I was able to get her personal number, but seemed very impressed that I went through such efforts to make it to my appointment. She’s been great ever since, and the practice fixed their phone lines thanks to me.

I announced your existence to my coworkers in a Bloomberg chat room. I simply typed, “So—I have some news—I’m pregnant.” Succinct, and to the point. Your father would be proud. My coworkers were very taken aback and found my choice of information dissemination highly amusing, as I literally sit right next to them on a trading floor where we have no walls to divide us. I could have turned my head and said the exact same thing to their faces. But it was also a social experiment to see who was checking their chat more diligently.

Your father and I have been battling over which sports teams are going to be your favorite. Your mother is 100% Boston and your father is 100% Pittsburgh. We are all set with basketball (no Pittsburgh team), and I am okay with conceding hockey to the Penguins. Baseball will never become an issue unless the Sox play the Pirates in the World Series. But football is the real wild card. I have no idea who will win this because the Patriots are just so good, but you will likely never see a Tom Brady world, so that could throw a wrench in the mix. THEN, your Aunt Joanne really threw us for a loop when she told us you just might become a fan of the local teams… ::gasp::! So we could have a Nats/Caps/Skins/Wizards fan on our hands. I suppose it is ultimately your decision but your father and I are certainly going to make a strong push in this department.

And to conclude my musings, a clip from the Leavitt group text: