pregnancy with tobey

I figured that I would start from the beginning with Tobey as a way to go back and document his life up to this point.  Plus, I need to write all this down before I forget it.

pregnancy with tobey
The day we found out that we were expecting Tobey, Adam and I had gone out to look at backsplash tile and pick out paint colors for our kitchen that we were redoing ourselves.  It was the July 4th weekend of 2009, and we were both off on Friday the 3rd.  We went down to Lilburn to look at some tile, and then we stopped at Lowe's to look at paint.  We also picked up some stuff to make horseshoe pits in the backyard. (We are still yet to play horseshoes over 2 years later.)

When we got home, I took the test and left it in the bathroom.  I didn't think I would be pregnant and totally forgot about the test.  Finally, I decided to go back in the bathroom to verify that it was negative.  I didn't tell Adam that I was about to look at it because I figured it would be a waste of his time.  When I walked it the bathroom and saw that it was positive, I shrieked!  I quickly took the test out to Adam.  I don't know what I said, but he told me that he figured I did that shriek because I saw dog vomit or something.

The rest of that day I laid around because I figured, hey, I'm pregnant and I need to rest.  Adam spent the day in the backyard working on our horseshoe pits that are now Tobey's sandboxes.

The next day we had some friends over to celebrate Fourth of July.  Adam and I were busting with excitement, but we kept our secret until about 10 weeks or so when we knew for sure that everything would go well.

So after that everything went pretty well.  I had bad morning sickness until 13 weeks (according to my schedule; it was 14 weeks according to the schedule my ob came up with).  I thought I was going to die, or at least be sick for 9 months.  But all of a sudden it was over.  I was also tired during that time, but the constant nausea overshadowed everything else.

My favorite nausea story (or not so favorite) was when I was driving to work at Northside Hospital in Atlanta on Peachtree Industrial Blvd in pouring down rain.  I was moving about 5 mph on the highway portion when all of a sudden I knew my breakfast was going to come up.  All I could do was open my door, while driving, stick my head out, and loose it.  But of course I didn't feel better at all afterwards, and I was soaking wet.

Moving forward, things went really well once I felt better.  I even helped Adam lay hardwoods throughout our entire house.  Not so fun working on a three week project with no furniture in your house when you are 7 months pregnant.  During those three weeks were the only time that I had swollen feet.

I walked about 3 or 4 times a week while pregnant up until the very last week.  I felt really good and was rarely uncomfortable.  I felt really lucky, but I think it was because I was in really good shape prior to getting pregnant.

Adam and I had a really difficult time coming up with a name for Tobey.  We didn't agree on anything.  I wanted to name him Augustine (pronounced August-teen), and Adam wanted to name him Issac, but I couldn't imagine him with any other name now that he is here.  Tobey just suits him so well.  And I have to give credit to my mom for the spelling.  We were originally going to spell it "Toby", but my mom suggested "Tobey", which we like a lot more.

I loved being pregnant with Tobey.  First of all, he was all mine, which I know is selfish, but I can't help but feel that way.  Secondly, I loved feeling him move.  He had a habit of sticking his butt up into the upper right side of me which made me look totally lop-sided.  My only regret is not taking more pictures of myself pregnant.  Here are a few:

One last pregnancy story:  One week before Tobey was due (I was 39 weeks according to the ob but 38 according to my calculations), we decided to take the dogs to the dog park for one last romp around the park before our four-legged babies were to be replaced by our two-legged baby.  When we got out of the car, somehow Penny got loose and ran around the parking lot like the wild woman she is.  So of course I start running after my precious baby girl.  I am 9 months pregnant and running after a crazy dog.  It felt like I was chasing her forever.  Eventually, some people enticed her into jumping in their car.  God bless these people!  The next day my legs were so sore...more sore than they were after my half-marathons.

Oh, I forgot to mention my cravings!  Coke, refried beans, tortino's pizza rolls, and brownies (only the last 6 weeks though...I would eat half a pan in one sitting).

I can't think of much else to say about my pregnancy with Tobey.  It just went so well.  Next post will be about his birth story.