Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Pregnancy is not a piece of cake. I am currently lying on the sofa, under doctor's (Dr. Chris) orders, with my feet up and an ice pack on them. This, after collapsing into tears while trying to put shoes on my poor swollen feet.
Swollen does not even begin to describe my feet. Is there a word that means more than swollen? Super-swollen? Super-duper-swollen? Mom and I literally tried on EVERY pair of shoes in several stores when she was here, trying to find a pair that would fit over these elephant feet of mine... found two pairs, but as it is currently raining and both were open-toed, neither works at the moment.
I can't wear any shoes. No crocs. No flip flops. Nothing. And my feet are so sore and swollen it is agony if something touches them.
It's so bad that I have hard time flexing my feet enough to go up and down the stairs.
And speaking of just how fun pregnancy is, don't even get me started on the whole morning sickness issue. I have thrown up EVERY SINGLE STINKING DAY (at least once) of my ENTIRE PREGNANCY!!!!!!!!! no joke. every day.
I know. It's crazy. It's just not right.
And then the heartburn.
And the leg cramps.
And the peeing constantly.
And the not sleeping.
And the hip pain.
And when he kicks me behind the ribcage. Ouch!
Ok. All complaining aside, I'm working hard to keep this in perspective. Baby Boy is super healthy. I'm doing fine. Things could be a LOT worse. I have really had a relatively easy pregnancy.
But, boy oh boy, I will be glad when this little guy pops out and I can have my feet back and my bladder back and my body back. And I swear, if I have anything to do with it, I will NEVER throw up again.
However... Baby Boy is worth it, a million trillion billion times over.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Can't you just picture it? Ohmygosh I can't wait. I think we are officially ready.
Why no sleep, you ask? Well, let's see...maybe it's because of the whole peeing-every-freakin-two-hours situation. It seems that as soon as I get to sleep, I have to wake up again to trudge downstairs to pee! And then there's the wide variety of positions I can sleep in... on my right side, or on my left side! And just when I'm starting to drift off, Baby Boy decides to start stretching and grooving.
And of course, there's the unbelievable excitement. You remember back when you're eight years old and it's Christmas Eve and you've been waiting and waiting for Christmas morning for months and you're sooooo excited you can't sleep? Well, it's like that... except it's Christmas, birthday, and the last day of school all rolled into one - times a million. That's about how excited I am.
I guess I'll take the lack of sleep as practice for when Baby Boy comes... he's worth it! :)
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Are things perfect right now? Nope, not in the least. The crib is not set up (we aren't setting it up yet, since we'll be moving soon after the baby comes). We are still missing a dozen or so rather important baby things we still need to get (minor details like a thermometer, baby bathtub, DIAPERS).
But, we have safe places for Baby Boy to sleep (even though I know he'll be in someone's arms for most of the first weeks of his life!). We have clothes for him to wear (A LOT of clothes!). We have books to read and music to play. And of course, the most love two parents have ever had for a child.
Really, what else do you need?
Thursday, April 22, 2010
So does anyone have any useful advice? Anyone gone through this who loves their dogs as much as I do? Anything would be much appreciated! Thanks for your help!
Which includes...dum dum DUM... a medicated-free birth. WHAT?!! you say? No epidural?!! Are you CRAZY?!!!!
Well yes, maybe a little bit.
Everyone seems to have an opinion about epidurals. I've received various advice from everyone including my midwife (who supports a natural birth) to women passing me on the street ("Get the epidural as soon as you walk in the door, honey!").
But the bottom line, of course, is what is best for us. What makes us most comfortable. Now, I am a self-proclaimed Wuss. A wuss with a capital W. I get a blister on my foot and I run crying to Chris to put a Band-Aid on it. I have NO pain tolerance whatsoever. So what makes me think that this is the best option?
For one, childbirth is a natural occurance. The pain is painful, of course, (duh) but it is a good pain. It's accomplishing something. Like when you have a really awesome workout and your muscles are so sore the next day that you can barely stand, but it feels good at the same time because you know how powerful your body is and what it is capable of doing. I plan on going into childbirth with this same mentality - not viewing the pain as a bad thing, something to be "fixed", but as a tool to feel powerful and prideful in what my body is doing: bringing our child into the world.
That said, I have promised Chris (who is not so eager about seeing me in unbearable pain) that above all else, I will be flexible. Our end goal, no matter how we get there, is to have a healthy Baby Boy. The rest of the journey is just that - a journey, not the destination. No matter how it happens, we are leaving the hospital with our tiny little boy, which is the most amazing thing in the world!
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
The going-home-from-the-hospital outfit.
It has to be just right. It has to be PERFECT!
I don't care that we live 3 minutes away from the hospital. I don't care that he'll probably puke, pee, poop, or all three in the outfit. I don't care that he doesn't care what he's wearing. Doesn't matter a bit to me - this outfit has got to be perfect!
The only problem is, I can't find it. I have searched high and low. I have scoured department stores and Ross, TJ Maxx and baby boutiques, even my old favorites Gymboree and Baby Gap, to no avail.
Part of the problem might be that I don't know exactly what I have in mind. It's one of those magical "I'll know it when I see it" kind of things. The harps will play, the light will shine down, the "Hallelujah Chorus" just might start. I know I want it to be cream, brown, or light blue. It's got to be a one-piece, so there's nothing irritating his cord stump. Probably should be long sleeved with long pants to keep him warm enough. But that's all the criteria I have for what I want... I have WAY more criteria for what I DON'T want!!
This going home outfit can't be just a simple Carters onesie. It's got to be special. It's got to say "I am the most loved baby on the face of the earth."
I tell this to Chris as we are frantically searching the racks at the store. He rolls his eyes and tells me it's more impossible to find a going-home outfit than to find socks for my mom (she's really picky about her socks). I tell this to my sister and she sighs and tells me I'm picky. I tell this to my mom and she (ever-practical) reminds me that he'll probably just stain it.
Aw, heck with it...maybe it will be warm enough that he just come home in his diaper. I'm sure I couldn't put him in anything that's cuter than his soft baby skin!
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
I think of you all the time. Is that possible? No matter what I am doing, I think of you - I imagine your tiny little fingers and toes, I picture your chubby thighs, I dream of what your head will smell like. I look at your daddy and picture him cradling you in his arms tenderly. I think of how I will read to you and play my piano for you.
Ever since I discovered we were pregnant, I've carried something to remind me of you - not that I need reminding. I keep one of your tiny little socks in my purse, wherever I go. Every once in a while, I take it out and look at it, and think of you... I think of you growing inside of me. Sometimes, in the stressful moments of trying to decide our future plans (to move or not to move? to take a full time job or stay at home?), and during the long drives to and from work, and in the loneliness of missing family and friends, I pull your little sock out to help me keep everything in perspective. No matter what, our little family will be together, full of love - which is the most important thing! I love you so much, Baby, for reminding me daily of the most valuable aspects of life!
I am so ready for summer sunshine! I keep thinking that the weather will be just like this on the day we bring Baby Boy home from the hospital. I am so excited to bring him on our next picnic!
Monday, April 19, 2010
Check out this transformation! My mom and dad bought this rocker for me twelve years ago! Well, I've been drooling over some gorgeous new gliders, but at $200, totally out of our price range. So I looked at this old glider and realized that my only problem with it was that it didn't match the crib and changing table and I hated the pattern of the seat. So last week when Mom was up, she recovered the fabric with gorgeous cream microsuede and Chris sanded and spray painted the wood. And voila! A totally new, perfect glider... I can't wait to rock Baby Boy in this!
Saturday, April 17, 2010
We did it!! We are so totally going to rock at this whole parenting thing!
Look how sad Chloe is in this picture! She sure misses all the attention my mom spoiled her with!
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Chris' mom actually MADE this little journal - blue and brown with elephants! I was super impressed! How perfect!!
My friend Jess got me this elephant onesie... it says "little peanut", our nickname for Baby Boy! Are ya'll sensing a theme with the elephants?Mom went super overboard, of course:The perfect bucket hat (with elephants!) for our summer trip to Philadelphia:A quilt she made months ago:And a Boppy pillow with elephants and other jungle animals:Why yes, I did swallow a basketball, thank you! Can you believe this humongous baby bump?! I actually think it might be an octopus, the way he kicks and nudges and squirms so much!
It was so wonderful to see everyone and we had a blast opening all these amazing gifts! Thank you, everyone!
Thursday, April 8, 2010
And the only thing on the table (practically) that Chris didn't eat: the lobster tail shells. I seriously don't know where he puts it.
I have a feeling this may be one of the last times that I can squeeze into a booth at a restaurant... the space between the table and my rather large belly is getting smaller...