12w6d morph baby

It’s been a slow morning at work, so I thought I would, oh I don’t know, play around on morphthing.com and see what Baby Z may look like if I combined my face with J’s…

The results are not for the faint of heart.

Eerily, the toddler girl does look a bit like me when I was little.  Scary…

What’s your vote?  Which one do you think looks most like future Baby Z?


12w5d soy milk

The other day, when the hubby and I strolled past Chinatown, I bought a cup of soy milk and…oh-my-god, it was delicious.  I’d forgotten how good Chinese soy milk is! Chinese soy milk tastes very different from the flavored, thicker version that you buy in U.S. grocery stores (not that I don’t like me a good glass of vanilla Silk every now and then); the Chinese version is the genuine article made of simply soy beans, water and sugar (the sugar is optional).

Since I can’t run to Chinatown every time I have a craving for soy milk (which is quite often these days), two nights ago, I decided to make my own Chinese soy milk at home.  I used to see my mom and grandma make soy milk all the time when I was growing up!  All you have to do is blend the beans with water, strain the mixture through a cheese cloth, boil and let cool.  Simple, right?  How hard could it possibly be?

Or so I thought.

Um, it took J and I over 2 hours of hard manual labor to pull off half a bucket of milk.  It was a ton of work!  First, the dried soy beans had to soak for several hours so that they become properly hydrated.  I totally underestimated the size of hydrated beans – and soaked more beans than I bargained for.   Who knew they’d get so darn large?!

Second, you have to blend one cup of rehydrated beans to 3 cups of water.  This sounds simpler than it is, especially if you only own one tiny blender (that occasionally leaks water) and have a gazillion pounds of beans to blend.  Then the entire blended mixture needs to be sifted through a cheesecloth, which requires you to squeeze or “milk” the cheesecloth as you would…a cow.   Again, this process sounds a lot simpler than it was.  After 2 hours of “milking”, both my hands and J’s were sore, tired and crusted with soy gunk.   We also lost more beans than we managed to save, so the results of our efforts ended up being a lot less milk than we thought.

On the upside, it was DELICIOUS!  Just like how Mom’s milk used to taste! (Err…that may not have come out right…)

I think it was totally worth the labor, but J said it probably would’ve been easier to just buy a cow and milk it ourselves in our apartment.  -__-”

I’m guessing there is no next time for him.

Whatever.  Baby Z, you love soy milk too, right?  When you grow up, you and Mommy can make it together, and we won’t share any with your lazy Dad.

12w4d oh, weight

It’s official.  I no longer fit into any of my pre-pregnancy pants anymore.  I’ve gained nearly NINE pounds in my first trimester…and according to my pregnancy books, most women gain only 1-4 pounds total during the first 3 months, and 2 to 4 pounds per month during the 4th to 9th months (second and third trimesters).

I don’t get it.  How did I gain so much weight?  I don’t think that I’ve been hitting the fridge more often than usual.  Maybe I’ve been over doing it with the Cheez-Its?!

I asked my OB about it during our last visit because I’ve been paranoid that I’m gaining an unhealthy amount of weight, but she said that since I was a bit under-weight prior to getting pregnant, my body is just building extra cushion for the baby to grow in.   My weight should stabilize and normalize over the course of my pregnancy.

Here is an interesting chart that details where all the weight goes during baby-growing:

Where Does the Extra Weight Go During Pregnancy?


8 pounds


2-3 pounds

Amniotic fluid

2-3 pounds

Breast tissue

2-3 pounds

Blood supply

4 pounds

Fat stores for delivery and breastfeeding

5-9 pounds

Uterus increase

2-5 pounds


25 to 35 pounds

I can’t believe that at the end of 9 months, I will gain close to 40 pounds (although at the rate I’m going, it’s looking more likely that I’ll gain 140).  Not that I’m complaining – I’d gladly gain 1000 pounds for Baby Z.  But I’ve been nearly the same size and weight since I turned 15 years old, and it’s definitely going to be an adjustment to look down and suddenly see 40 pounds of extra flesh protruding from my stomach. (And toes?  What toes?)

Call me crazy, but I actually wish my belly were a tad bigger right now!  I feel as though I’m in such an awkward phase at the moment – my pants no longer fit, but I also don’t look very pregnant yet.  If I’m going to gain all this extra weight, then I want to at least look like I’m having a baby, and not as though I’ve been binge eating in Willy Wonka’s factory, dammit!

I guess in the meantime, I need to start investing in these belly bands.  My friends tell me that these sexy things are often used during pregnancy. They are designed to provide belly support later in pregnancy, but they can also be used in early pregnancy by allowing you to wear your pre-pregnancy pants just a tad longer.   You can keep your pants unbuttoned and possibly even half zipped, and the belly bands are tight enough to flatten the pants to “look normal” and to keep them relatively secure at your waist.   Hot, eh?

Until my belly bands arrive in the mail though (and Amazon tells me they won’t for another two weeks), if you happen to see me walking around as though my pants are unzipped and unbuttoned, it’s probably because they are indeed unzipped and unbuttoned.  I’m taking the hobo-look to a whole new (literal) level.

12w3d the greatest gift

Today is my 31st birthday (oy)…and the day of my first trimester screening.  I don’t know what had possessed me to schedule this screening on the same day as my birthday.  If, heaven forbid, the screening didn’t go well, then today would be a double whammy.

But!  Thank goodness, this wasn’t the case.  Our screening went really well – Baby Z had a normal nuchal translucency (NT) of 1.3mm, which means that he is at low-risk for Down’s syndrome.  Baby Z’s heart is also beating normally at 169 bpm, and he’s measuring at approximately 2.5 inches (barely the size of my palm)!

Of course, the true highlight of the screening was seeing Baby Z again!  He was wiggling and moving up a storm during the ultrasound – our technician said our baby couldn’t stop dancing for us.  He’s such a little show-off already! (Takes after his Dad, for sure).

Here are a couple of photos of the newest love of my life.  Until today, I didn’t realize that it’s possible to love someone so much from just a photograph.

Best birthday present ever.

We will find out whether Baby Z is a boy or girl during our next ultrasound on August 20.  Stay tuned!

12w0d Superhero Z

Baby is the size of a peach!

Fingerprints have formed on your baby’s tiny fingertips, her veins and organs are clearly visible through her still-thin skin, and her body is starting to catch up with her head — which makes up just a third of her body size now. If you’re having a girl, she now has more than 2 million eggs in her ovaries. Your baby is almost 3 inches long (the size of a medium shrimp) and weighs nearly an ounce.

(Source: BabyCenter)

Baby Z is 13 weeks old today!  Yay!  This is the last week of my first trimester – I can hardly believe it.   Soon, Baby Z will be going PUBLIC!  J and I are celebrating tonight by going to the opening of the new Batman movie, The Dark Knight Rises.   Just kidding – I think J bought these movie tickets months ago, before we even attempted to make Baby Z.  J has been acting like a kid on Christmas Eve this entire week – he has reminded me at least three times in the last 24 hours to leave work a little earlier today so that we can get to the theater early.   What’s with boys and comic book superheroes?

All I know is that if Baby Z were to  have any superpowers or become any superhero, the last one I would want him/her to be is Batman.  Um, hello, our baby would have to live in a bat infested cave and walk around in an awkwardly tight bat-themed costume that serves zero purpose because guess what?  Batman has no superpowers whatsoever!  Batman is basically Inspector Gadget plus some random martial arts moves.  At least Iron Man has a really cool high-tech robot suit.

No, I wouldn’t want our baby to be Batman.  Maybe Superman?  At least Superman can fly and has awesome hearing and x-ray vision.  But he’s got that noble idiocy thing going on, where he’s always trying to do the right thing, except usually in the most stupid, illogical way possible.  I think WB’s Smallville really ruined me of all good-feelings toward Superman.

Spiderman?  He can hang upside down, shoot web-thingys out of his hands, and he’s kind of dorky-hot.  But he’s too dorky to ever get the girl and he’s always broke…so, no.  I don’t want Baby Z to live at home until he’s 180, even if he’s battling evil as his day job.

Green Lantern?  Goofy outfit and even goofier plot line with the lantern and My Precious.

Wolverine?  No, too violent and unpredictable.

The Hulk?  Too green.

What about women superheroes?

Catwoman?  Evil and…catty.

Jean Grey?  I’ll admit the mind-reading thing is pretty cool, but I swear, the girl spends long periods of time either dead or missing…and the Dark Phoenix thing is a little creepy.

Black Canary?  Her supersonic scream to shout her enemies to submission is just blatantly sexist and offensive.

Wonder Woman?  She’s probably the closest to what I’d want Baby Z to be – minus the whole noble idiocy thing.

I think the bottom line is:  I’ve spent way too much time thinking about this, and clearly, J has forced me to watch more superhero movies than I care to admit.   Also, our baby doesn’t need to be a superhero to be super loved and super awesome.  Don’t be hero, son!  

One last note:  The Dark Knight Rises was filmed right outside of our apartment last year!  J and I (and Henry) have pictures with the Batmobile.  Although I’ll admit, when I first saw all the “Gotham Police” trucks out on Wall Street last year, I had to ask J why NYPD decided to change its name…

Can’t wait for tonight!