First ultrasound @ 12 weeks, #2

Well, hullo there long lost friend! I was JUST thinking this morning that it has been ages and ages since I last saw my friend the dildo-cam. LOL. Both an internal and external ultrasound wand were used. First the technician used the external wand where she confirmed only 1 baby and we got to see and briefly hear the heartbeat. I would have liked to listen a bit longer, but just hearing it even the short bit was nice. The technician then looked around at the baby a bit and took some CRL measurements. Her measurements put Tadbit at 12+4, but that could also just be measuring differences. As it isn’t more than 5 days different, it won’t change the EDD. Then Tadbit didn’t want to cooperate very well and show her a side view of its neck, so she jiggled my tummy. After a bit more jiggling, the technician switched to the internal wand where things were a bit more clear. Tadbit still didn’t want to show its neck, but eventually the technician got a good enough view. We did end up getting two scan pictures of Tadbit straight on and rubbing his/her eye. Sweet!

The risk for down syndrome is low this time around too. It is crazy how my age alone from 36 years old to 38 years old upped the risk quite a bit. Two years ago, my age factor was 1:350 and now it was 1:180. However, once the blood test results and whatever else they use for determining the risk level was factored in, the risk for Tadibt was quite low. I do know that doesn’t mean it can’t happen anyway (my team leader’s youngest is proof of that), but I am not worrying about it.

We were in and out of there in 50 minutes. And that included time to stop and fill out some forms to participate in a diabetes study. This study helps in the detection of and possible prevention of diabetes. Finland has the highest rates of type 1 diabetes than any where else in the world. Scary! (Paxlet is in a different diabetes study, as we only tested for this after he was born with his umbilical cord. His study only watches and records, but doesn’t do anything to prevent now, but hopefully get info for future generations.)

Now we wait another 8 weeks for our 2nd and final ultrasound for this pregnancy. Oh, the waiting!


On to the regularly scheduled weekly updates.

I really need to buy some maternity pants. I don’t have much in the way of pants I can wear comfortably and I’m all about comfortable. Plus, this fall weather is getting chilly. Skirts just don’t cut it all the time now! I also don’t care for shopping, nor do I like the idea of spending a lot of money on something that I’ll only be using for a few months. Someone want to shop for me?

Dreams! Oooh, boy! I have been having some weird dreams! Most of them I don’t remember, but I do remember one: Claire (Fraser) and I were being chased or had fallen down a cliff and then there popped up Jamie Fraser to rescue us. Talk about a swooning moment! LOL

I think, just think, I might have felt some flutters a couple of times this last week as I was going to bed. It truly could have been gas, but I thought I felt some itty bitty flutters.

I ate 2 rows of chocolate (8 smallish squares) the other night. It tasted so yummy, until 15 minutes or so later, it didn’t. It didn’t come back up, but nausea and stomach yuckiness was not fun. :( I did get to eat some Finnish pan cake (pannukakku) today with some a lot of whipped cream and jam and that was yummy all around! I think the sweet aversion is going away. Uh oh, that’s not such a good thing really.

My boobs have definitely…expanded. They are much fuller than earlier and my nips sore now. Poor Mr Siili. If I ever feel in the mood to have sex with him again during this pregnancy, he won’t be able to touch some of his favorite toys. LOL. Was that too much? Oh well.

All day morning sickness is getting better. It isn’t 100% gone, but it isn’t as bad as it was. I do feel blech during the day, especially just before lunch, but it is better! The main thing is that the nausea has mostly changed time of the day: evening sickness. It starts just after dinner and goes on until a (lot) bit after Paxlet goes to bed. Not as long time-wise with the cruddiness, but it is quite bad. The Sea.Bands don’t seem to help much either.

My face and back have been breaking out in spots. I don’t remember this much from my last pregnancy. Oh joy. The fun of teenage skin again. Not that mine was ever THAT bad, generally.

Now, we need to figure out how to start talking to Paxlet about this baby and his becoming a big brother. I know it won’t be a concrete idea for some time, but it would be nice to start getting him used to it and learn the vocabulary.


In short, today’s ultrasound was good. Everything looks as it should, bits and bobs in their correct places, a heartbeat was heard and most important of all, there was only 1 baby.

It’s a start

Fall/Autumn is here. The leaves have started to change. The mornings are chilly and afternoons warm, at least in the sun. The air has a perpetual autumn-chill to it no matter what. This means that winter will be on its way next. I hope it doesn’t come too early, we’re not ready yet!

Paxlet doesn’t have a winter suit that fits. Nor winter boots for that matter. He does have plenty of hats; knitted by my mom, given as gifts and that that I have bought. He also has some mittens, some dickies and woolly socks. He even has a couple of scarves, but he doesn’t seem to want to wear them. They are just so cute on little kids! He did, however, enjoy wearing one of my scarves the other day, so I thought I’d try to knit him a scarf and see if he’d wear it.

As I dug through my yarn stash the other day I came across this red ball that Paxlet just kept wanting to play with. At first, I told him I’d make him a washcloth out of it, but then I got to thinking and wondered if I made him a scarf from it, would he wear it? I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?!


I started this last night, ripped it out and started again getting most of the cast-on row down. I then knitted the rest of what you see this morning. As I was doing so, I got to think about my mom. She taught me how to knit. It was after I had moved to Finland and I was back home visiting in the early years of my moving here. It was also one of the first times that the two of us sat down together and taught/learned from each other something where we didn’t lose our cool or get frustrated with one another. My mom was right handed and so I learned to knit right handed. It was awkward at first, I was very clumsy. (That’s an understatement.) I remember that I would hold one needle in my left hand and work my stuff on to the right needle, which I would support against my stomach and do the work on it. All the while, “throwing” my yarn away after each stitch, which meant I had to pick it up each time I did another stitch. (My mom didn’t throw her yarn.) I was painfully slow at knitting. Some time later, back in Finland, I asked my MIL to show me how she knitted (continental style, versus my mom’s English style), especially as she is left handed also. It was much easier and I became faster at knitting. However, it took me several times of asking her to show me how to purl, because it was quite different than what I was used to, but again, I found it much easier! So, here I am, in the bus thinking about my mom and my MIL and so very thankful that I have something from them both with which to give my little boy.

Bits and bobs

I been gathering this post all week. It seems like my blogging thoughts are in random little pieces these days. I’m sure I could find something long and worthy to write, but I just can’t be bothered. Here are my thoughts as they are.

Earlier this week, Paxlet said “olet tuhma” (according to Mr Siili) and I thought Paxlet had said “tyhmä”.

tyhmä a stupid, unintelligent, foolish, soft-headed, brainless, dopey, obtuse, fool (yl am), daft (br), dim-witted, dozy (br), drippy, dumb (henkilöstä), gormless (br) Onpa tyhmä kysymys What a stupid question

tuhma a 1 naughty 2 bad (worse, worst) 3 rude, wicked tuhma vitsi a rude joke ■ a 4 (rivo) naughty, rude

As you can see neither word is very nice. And calling someone stupid just raises my hackles. I learned and experienced early on in my Finnish life that kids often call their parents, friends and just about anyone that displeases them “tyhmä”. And it irritates me to no end. I’ve tried explaining it to other Finns that calling someone stupid is fighting words. You don’t say that unless you really mean it. Does anyone else feel this way or am I a lone American on this feeling?

The next morning, Paxlet called his overalls “tuhma”. And then in the next sentence he said to me “Olet ruohon leikkuri” aka “You are a grass cutter” aka “lawnmower”. Now, at first I just laughed. But as I got to think about it during the day, he loves machines and he does like the lawnmower, so he must really like me. :D I know he likes me because he has told me so. He has also told me “Paxlet happy boy” and “Paxlet momma boy”.

Many of the buses, their routes and numbers changed at the beginning of the summer. The bus I take most regularly was #22, now #9. The other thing that changed was that once an hour, the bus actually comes past my house to its end spot and then turns around. All other times, it is a 7-8 minute walk to the closest stop. I love having a bus stop in front of my house, plus it works well for going to and coming home from work. However, since these stops are new(ish), many of the bus drivers still haven’t figured out where to stop or how to use the end turn-around. I’ve had to walk around the bus to get into (instead of stepping up into the bus from the curb) it a few times. And we’ve even had the bus driver go past our stop! Not that it is such a big deal, as it is only a 2-3 minute walk home from the end, but hey! the driver missed our stop, right in front of our house! After this last incident, I happened to take the same bus from the same driver the very next day and he recognized me. He even called out to me as I got off the bus saying as how our stops now have their official signs!

Living in a newly developed and developing area, there is still lots of construction going on. Across the street from us used to be a forest. Now most of the trees are cut down and the land leveled. The cool part is that we have 4 diggers across street from us. It is a young boys’ (and girls’) dream come true! They get to watch diggers, dump trucks and other big vehicles, come and go and work. We’ve spent quite a bit of time watching them this last year.

We’re planning on visiting my family in the US later this year. The tickets are expensive and the trip long. However, Mr Siili’s sleuth and research skills look like they have paid off and we’ll hopefully be getting a good deal on both. Well under 3k€ round trip and only about 24 hours of total travel time, each way.
I am looking forward to buying things from the US! And seeing family too. I need some more toothpaste, deodorant, underwear, some maternity clothes (much cheaper than here), candy (different than Finland) and other random things I think of while there.
My family doesn’t say Paxlet’s (real) name quite correctly. I know that I/we chose Paxlet’s name what it is so that it would be easily said and mostly correct the world over. But, I would have also hoped that my family would try to say it the way it is meant to be said: with an a (father) and not an ä (cat). I wonder if it will change when we are there and they will hear it more often from us.

Paxlet speaks more Finnish than English, but he understands both languages without a problem. Some things/phrases he says in English and when he spend more time with me, he will use a bit more English, but still the majority of his words are in Finnish. However, he does spit out gems like the following. I was putting my foot in the door way so he couldn’t slam close the door. He said: Momma foot way. Äiti väistä jalka. (Momma move foot.)

And last, but not least, I am halfway done with Written In My Own Heart’s Blood, book 8 of the Outlander series. I know I will feel lost for a bit after finishing it. Thankfully I have the TV series I can watch and re-watch if I have serious enough with drawls.

11 weeks, 1 day, #2

Work was busy yesterday, so no time to blog then. And by the time (even before) I got Paxlet to bed last night, I was beyond tired. It was all I could do get Mr Siili take my weekly picture and then I managed to watch one show (second to last episode of True Blood) with him. I was in bed and asleep by 10:30. Paxlet didn’t wake up at all during the night, he only stirred once but didn’t require me getting out of bed. I slept until 7 am when my alarm went off and immediately after, Paxlet called out “Äiti” (mom). I needed that sleep.

I desperately need to buy some maternity pants. It’s getting colder out and skirts just don’t cut it in the morning. My jeans, what 2 pairs I have left, are just not comfortable and neither are most of my other pants. I will go buy some size xs-s t-shirts this weekend to cut up and make tummy tubes. One of the local second hand stores is having their 1€ per piece of clothing on Saturday. Whoohoo!

I haven’t looked back at the last few weeks of the pictures we’ve taken, so I have no idea if my bump has really grown or not. I also don’t think the pictures are a correct representation of how I really look, because I think I hold my tummy in for pictures. LOL. Isn’t that what do!? In any case, by the evening, my tummy is definitely poking out.

When walking through the store, I see such yummy looking sweets and they just make me physically ill. My mind wants and craves them, but my body just has a horribly adverse reaction to them. And that’s not even smelling them or getting them to my lips! Thankfully I was able to eat some (ok, several) of the raspberry scones Paxlet and I made earlier this week. They were delish!

My all-day sickness seems to be getting a bit better. It’s still there, mostly in the late afternoons and early evenings, but the rest of the day is better, off and on. I’m not using the Sea.Bands as often, but I am still using them. Oh, who knows what I am trying to say! I still have nausea, but at times it feels better. And then other times…not so much.

Six more days until the first ultrasound!!!! I am very much looking forward to this and getting my blood results back.

I would love to have a name to call this bump, but it just hasn’t happened.

More people are finding out about the pregnancy. It is still awkward when people find out, but that is life.

Other than nausea and some tiredness, things are going quite well.

#MicroblogMonday, my boy is…

A few days ago, as I was getting Paxlet out of bed in the morning, I sat down with him for a quick snuggle and he said: Äiti, Paxlet on happy boy. (äiti = mom, on = is). My heart melted!

This last weekend, I Skyped with my sister (Aunt S) for a quick bit. Paxlet said hi quickly and then did his own stuff. Afterward, while we were eating dinner, Paxlet informed us that Daddy is Aunt S. And then Momma is Aunt S. We told him that he is Aunt S. No!, Paxlet says. We ask him if he is Pappa (Mr Siili’s dad)? No! We ask a few more things, always being told “no” and that one of us is Aunt S. Mr Siili suggests that Paxlet is a porkkana (carrot) and Paxlet just giggles like crazy. He is a carrot! My little boy has a definite sense of humor.

This evening, Paxlet and I walked to the next bus stop to wait for the bus Daddy is on, hop on the same bus and take a quick ride home. Paxlet loved the bus ride and got to push the STOP button too. As we got close to home and needed to head up the stairs to get to our house, I was informed that Momma can’t take the same stairs as Daddy and Paxlet. I can use the other stairs (while he is pointing to the next set over). Hmph. Discriminated against by my own boy! LOL

My boy is growing like a weed and I have the front row seats to enjoy it all.