Articles | Joni Halabi

Over the course of the last week, since my daughter's birth, I have discovered that I have become very used to being pregnant.

Yesterday was an incredibly bad day.

My daughter is only a few days old, but over the course of the past few days, I have been calling her by all sorts of nicknames.

Monday: The Induction Today was the day where we get this delivery ball rolling!

It's Induction Day!

My last high risk appointment was yesterday and my last OB appointment was today.

My friends and I code-named the kiddo "Lord Kick Ass" sometime in my second trimester because, in addition to the fact that she started kicking right around then, we are certain that she will, indeed, kick ass.

I just left one of my final OB appointments.

I am 37 weeks today and the wait is killing me.

As I enter the last month of my pregnancy, I have this recurring and overwhelming thought: Holy crap!

It just occurred to me that I haven't written about what it feels like to actually have another human growing inside you.

I logged onto my OB's website today to check out the latest updates to my medical records.

At yesterday's ultrasound, the tech made a comment about my daughter: "She's growing (pause for dramatic effect)... hair."

I am 33 weeks pregnant as of yesterday, which (naturally?)

A true story This morning, I had an appointment with my high risk doctor for another sonogram.

Going into this pregnancy, I always knew the last trimester would be rough.

One of my biggest worries about getting pregnant was the inherent weight gain that comes with it.

Now that I am quite obviously pregnant, I find that I have more conversations with colleagues that center around my growing belly.

It has occurred to me over the last several weeks (months) that a hobbit's eating schedule is also the perfect eating schedule for a pregnant woman, or at least this pregnant woman.

I just had my 24-week appointment today.

Lost: One small "innie" belly button.

She kicked me!

I have finally started working on my baby registry.

I have heard about women "popping", but I never thought it was a literal description of what happens.

I'm going to start out this post by saying everything is fine.

Since my pregnancy announcement, and especially since my "it's a girl!"

I have to say that, so far, my second trimester has been quite pleasant.

For (hopefully) obvious privacy reasons, I originally kept all of my pregnancy posts private, especially while I was still trying to conceive and during my first trimester.

I will be 13 weeks pregnant tomorrow.

I am now 8 weeks pregnant and just had my first OB appointment today.

As I begin to tell more and more people about my pregnancy as a single mother-to-be, I have gotten a lot of questions.

I was recently reading a tutorial on how to use CSS counters.

I am 7 weeks pregnant today.

It occurred to me over the weekend that insurance in this country is kind of dumb and, as a result, a limited number of ultrasounds are likely covered under my insurance plan.

I went in for my first OB ultrasound this morning.

I started a new bottle of progesterone today.

For anyone who has met me in person, you may have noticed something missing between my neck and abdomen.

After learning I was pregnant, I went home for Thanksgiving (as one does?)

I'm pregnant!!!

Today, at 13 dpiui, marks the day before my pregnancy test.

I am a little bit behind in my blogging here, but I had my 4th IUI last Tuesday, which means as of today, I am 6 dpiui.

I have been slacking on my updates.

It is day 1 of my new cycle.

I launched a survey to help me answer some lingering questions I have had about what tools screen reader users user to navigate websites.

I am starting to prep for my next attempt.

Well, IUI attempt #3 was a bust.

One of my biggest pet peeves these days stems around blog or news sites.

Testing your websites to ensure they are fully accessible is a lot of work.

Yes, I apparently skipped writing about IUI #2.

Let’s pretend for a minute that you are a new visitor to Washington DC.