Thursday, October 18, 2012

36 weeks!

Nine. Months. Pregnant.

I remember how far off this day seemed when that test turned positive. Now, it's here, and my heart feels like it's going to explode. Since I do these monthly, this will, hopefully, be my last pregnancy-quiz update. Soon, we will have a little girl. Soon, I will introduce my daughter to the world.

I remember being 9 months pregnant with Jake; I remember wondering about so much. As speechless and humbled as I was by the experience of meeting our son for the first time, this time it feels much more...beautiful. I'm exponentially more laid back--which I guess is to be expected; I'm not concerned with how anyone else does things; I'm comfortable with my hippie-like ways; I, most importantly, completely trust my body, and everything it was intended to do.

I think that's why I'm not nervous about labor and delivery. I know my body is a pro, and I don't intend to get in its way.  I was going to play devil's advocate about certain possibilities for a sec, but I'm not even going to go there. There's a plan for me and our precious daughter, and I trust it.

Before we know it, it'll be time for shopping dates, painting tiny toenails, and playing dress-up :-) I so can't wait to meet her!

I have her coming-home outfit planned, but my amazing friends and family are making it difficult to not change my mind! A big, fat, thank you to the most incredible surrogate aunties/grandmas who are already showing our daughter so much love! Donna, Whitney, Katie, Tami, Julie, and Marie....THANK YOU for the gifts for Little Miss!!! I love them!



And, here's our baby girl!


There's nothing like getting dressed right before you head out the door and realizing your shirt is mildly see-through when there's no time to change.

So, I took this from my phone because, until after I took the pics of course, I figured out how to use the camera with our full-length mirror--which has previously been the bane of my picture-taking existence. This was taken as soon as I got up- at o'dark thirty because I had to get up before the boy, hence the darkness.

Just so you know, cheetah-print jammies are the epitome of class.

We have a good news/mild news situation: The mild news is that, although it's holding up better than the average bear, my lower back is starting to feel things; as in, when I bring in a mountain of groceries I'll need to take a breather to rest my back on the couch while they wait for me on the counters, or when I bring up laundry from the basement I need to go up the stairs a little more...gingerly. And, Baby Sister has a serious affinity for my lungs; I swear there are times she sits right on top of them and I have to breathe like Darth Vader. Onto the good news! I still have ankles, and can still shave and touch my toes! :-D I could not be more grateful to be so close to my due date and still feel way more amazeballs than you'd expect.


How far along? 36w 2d

Weight gain: 11 lbs. No change since last appointment...not complaining!

Maternity Clothes? Totes magotes. I don't want to stretch out my shirts, they're getting too short for me to feel comfortable wearing them in public anyway, but still have a couple bottoms that don't squish the belly.

Stretch Marks? None new. But, seriously. Have you taken my advice about getting Alba Botanica lotion from a while back? The belly's about as stretched as it's going to be and, thanks to Alba, if this is the extent of how noticeable my stretchies are....YAHTZEE!!!!!

Sleep: I had a few days where I just wasn't tired, and couldn't seem to get that way, regardless of keeping up my 5-day-a-week workouts. Nothing could tire me! I was worried that I hit that point in the pregnancy where sleep and I would no longer be BFFs-- for obvious reasons, but also because I'm an eyeshadow+mascara type girl. If I was going to have to go all Joker with face makeup we were going to be up a creek. I don't know how to do it so much. :: hangs ovaries in shame ::

Sleep and I are back to BFFs, but I feel this may set me up for some serious failure in 4ish weeks...

Best Moment of the Week: Recalling something my, very sweet, youngest brother said to me a few months back: "I like how you look pregnant. It looks good on you" 

C-money, you have no idea what that meant to me xoxoxo

And, Jake getting his Meemaw and Grampa here the week of his birthday! He loved it!

Miss Anything? My husband and sushi. In that order and both to very strong degrees.

Movement? All the time :-D I love feeling, and seeing!, her reactions to music or temperature etc.

Food Cravings? My turkey burgers, Tostitos with mild queso dip (yellow NOT white), Chinese food

Food Aversions? Peanut butter, sweet potatoes

Sex: GIRL!!

Labor Signs? Just practice ones 

Belly Button, in or out? In

Wedding rings, on or off? On

Looking Forward to: Holding our daughter for the very first time xo. And, my mom and my friend, Gabby, coming out in a few weeks in time for the birth :-)

Weekly Wisdom: Christopher Walken for president.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

It's starting to hit me.

From the time we started trying for numero dos through the past 8 months of this pregnancy, I've never once worried about how Jake would react to not only being an older brother but to no longer being an only child. It's never struck me as something to spend a whole lot of time on for our specific situation.

We're kind of a roll-with-the-punches type family. And, Jake is definitely that kind of kid. Not saying it'll always be perfect, or we won't have our moments of spazziness while we're getting adjusted to being a family of four, but I definitely don't think it's something, for us, to be a source of real worry.

Instead, I'm going the other way. I'm the one developing an obsession with how our tiny man might feel. It's starting to hit me that it'll not longer be mama and boy: the couple.

I get all weepy just wanting him to know that no matter how many babies we have (Gary said something about 3 or 4 a couple weeks ago...how sexy is a man who wants lots of babies with you?!), he will always be my firstborn; he will always be the one who launched me into motherhood; he will always be beyond special to me.

I've planned special things for him that I hope he gets as much a kick out of as I do. I've always loved birthdays, but it became of unbelievable importance for him to feel so celebrated and loved this year; I'm so looking forward to our upcoming trip to the pumpkin patch--complete with pony rides, and food, and face paint; I can't wait to dress him up for Halloween and watch his little face light up at Boo at the Zoo again. I just want him to know that he's still so important to us.

Gary and I have talked about making sure to take each of our kids out for their own special solo dates with mama and the same for daddy. And, while that won't be possible while he's deployed, I seriously intend on taking tiny parts of everyday and making them special for me and him. Even though our regularly scheduled programming will be thrown off with breastfeeding and tiny diaper changes (EEEE!!!!!), I really hope we can still have those post-bath, pre-bed moments where I get to smell that clean-goodness of a toddler while we rock in the rocker and he rests his head on my chest before leaning up to give me his squishy, wet kiss. Definitely some of my favorite things of all time.

So, while I'm sure our big boy will handle this beautifully life-changing thing relatively well, I just want him to know I love him to the tiniest of pieces.