New Year’s Eve. This year has had a lot of ups and downs, but mostly ups. On the up side, we got pregnant with you, we took an amazing trip to Sedona on our babymoon, we watched Germany win the World Cup, and our family grew stronger. On the down side, we lost a family member just before you were born. You never got to meet Ruthie, but she was an amazing dog. I promise you, we’ll get another dog when you’re old enough to help take care of it.
You learned a lot this year, kiddo, even though you’re only about 6 weeks old. I keep forgetting that… since you’re wearing 6 month clothing. You learned the greatness of classic rock (which might be considered oldies by the time you’re old enough to appreciate it), your dad’s overall awesomeness, your mom kicks butt, you love basketball, you like blondes (specifically Rebecca Lowe and Dylan Dryer), wrestling is entertaining, the most worthwhile TV shows and movies are modeled after Marvel Comics and DC Comics… among other things. You also learned how to hold your head up, how to grip, how to smile, the basic movements of crawling, how to sleep through the night, and the sound of our voices. 2015 is going to be so amazing, with all sorts of “firsts” for you. We’re so excited!
So kiddo, now this blog is just for you and will be addressed to you from here on out. Today was your birthday, 11/13. I have to say that your dad and i aren’t really excited about having your birthday on the 13th for the simple fact that every few years it will be a Friday the 13th… but whatever; we’ll live with it. Not like we can change it now 🙂
The events of your birth were pretty scary for me; your dad can fill you in on some details that are fuzzy for me. After having contractions consistently since 1am, we arrived at the hospital around 10:30am. I was in so much pain from the contractions that I was crying all morning. I don’t remember much about getting to the hospital and getting situated in the labor and delivery room because of the pain and crying. I can tell you for certain that we got to the room, I got hooked up to monitors, my doctor ordered some drugs, and I started to feel better. The short, short version of how you were born is simple: after a full day of drugs not working to speed up the labor process, we all (me, dad, and the doctor) decided that a cesarian would be the best option to keep everyone healthy. So, that’s what we did. You were born just a few minutes after we made that decision.
You weren’t as big as we thought you would be, but you were still pretty big. 8 lbs. 10 oz. and 22″ long. You were almost 2 feet tall at birth! The first thing I said when I saw you for the first time was, “He has a full head of hair”! Your dad and I were really hoping that you would take after him with the hair (your mom was bald until she was over 2 years old). You also had huge feet with long toes, long arms, big hands with long fingers and fingernails, dimples, blue eyes, no jaundice, and pale pink skin. You cried to prove that your lungs were healthy… and that you didn’t like the cold (of course it was freezing in the operating room). Once you were out, they stamped your feet to complete your birth certificate, they put your feet imprints on your dad’s scrubs shirt, then they took you away to the nursery to get cleaned off. Once I was back in the room and alert, the hospital staff brought you to me and I fell in love. Your dad and I were so proud to be your parents, and we gushed over you all night long! Your grandmothers were there to welcome you into the world, and so was your Aunt Karin. That’s about where my fuzziness kicks in, so Dad will have to fill you in on anything I missed.
I’m so tired! My ribs hurt, my pelvis hurts, I’m all sorts of discombobulated because my allergies are over acting and making me feel bad. I have pain in my back, but I’m not sure if that’s just from all the walking we’ve been doing and regular activity or if it’s labor. I’m sure we’ll find out tomorrow. This time, I don’t get to feel bad.
My awesome husband has the flu… just in time, right? I made a venture out to Walgreen’s by myself today because my giant baby of a husband can’t move off the couch. Maybe I went overboard with purchasing sickly products, but it’s not like we have a stockpile of them at our house. It’s better to be prepared for every scenario than not prepared enough, right? C’mon, I’m practicing for motherhood! I bought the following: AlkaSeltzer flu day&night, Mucinex, VapoRub, sugar free cough drops, Advil, Pepto Bismol, antibacterial hand soap, new toothbrushes, and Gatorade. I have no shame.
I had to lay down a couple of ground rules for my husband, because he’s a little abrasive when he’s sick. Rule #1: you’re not allowed to criticize the person taking care of you. Rule #2: you’re not allowed to complain about how much money your ’10 month’ pregnant wife spent at Walgreen’s when you sent her shopping by herself. I even forgot to get myself deodorant because I was too focused on getting medicine for my ailing husband. I told Chad that if his fever didn’t break by tonight that he would end up at CareNow. The last thing I want is to deliver our baby by myself because Chad was too big of a baby to go to the doctor. That would be, like, a lifetime of me resenting him, or something.
Four short days away from our due date, and NOTHING! We’re walking between 4 and 6 miles a day, and our baby boy hasn’t even dropped yet. So annoying! Our next appointment is in two days, and I better be more than 1cm dilated. I feel like our freaking huge baby is going to just take up a permanent residence inside my belly and grow up there. UGH! I signed up to have a baby; not a siamese twin!
Our baby’s official due date is 11/14, which is 7 days from today. I would say that the countdown starts now, but let’s be honest; this whole blog is dedicated to the countdown and our baby’s arrival. I know that only a handful of babies are actually born on their due dates, but I can only hope that our little guy decides to come on his due date… or before; we’d be totally cool with that, too! Based on the news we received from the doctor this week, I shouldn’t hold my breath for an on-time arrival. My body isn’t exhibiting any signs of early labor, and our baby doesn’t seem to be ready to make his entrance yet. We’re just not ready… ugh. Meanwhile, all his vitals are good and so are mine, so we really can’t complain. Our little mighty mini is getting bigger by the day; so much so that I’ve noticed that I finally have stretch marks. BOO!
Chad and I have started walking about 2 miles a day (or more) to encourage the labor process. With the time change and inclement weather, we’re limited to indoor walking, like at the mall and IKEA. I’ve come to loathe both places simply because we spend so much time there. And the people/mall patrons suck at life. I noticed that my ankles were swelling when we were walking and afterward, but that seems to be getting better now. I suppose I’m getting used to the long walks. That’s something that we can continue as a family after our son is born (hopefully outside, in nice weather, with fresh air, and less assholes).
Chad has recently been inducted into a mountain bike racing team/club, Bearded Women Racing. I’m very proud of him and all that he’s accomplished, especially in such a short period of time. He’s only been riding since April, and I think his first race was in July… or maybe August… I remember it was really hot outside. His first race with his new team is this weekend, and I finally get to go watch this one!
So much has been happening in the last couple weeks; I had a birthday, we saw the doctor twice, and we had a baby shower. For a lady who’s 9 months pregnant, that’s a lot of things happening all at once 🙂
Seeing the doctor twice consisted of taking the baby’s measurements, and then doing it again. So, our doctor took the baby’s measurements and came up with 8.1 pounds, meaning that our baby is in the 97% of babies size. Our doctor said that she generally doesn’t see babies this large, so we set up an appointment with the doctor and the sonographer. Our follow up appointment showed that our baby got bigger by almost a pound. SO, that means we’re expecting a 10 pound baby, and our doctor is pretty sure that our baby will stick with me until his due date of 11-14. Thank god for drugs!
My birthday was a ton of fun. Chad went to go ride his bike, so he dropped me off at the nail salon. I love getting pedicures. Then, he took me to the Melting Pot; one of my absolute favorite restaurants in the world! Cheese = Heaven! And I got a new toy; iPad Air!!! Woohoo! We also had a separate dinner with Chad’s family; Mexican food, which is always good.
I’ve been playing with all our loot from our baby shower. I’ve assembled pretty much everything… even if it’s not something that our kid will use immediately. All his clothes are washed and put away, the nursery is completely set up, all his feeding supplies are organized, the bathroom is ready; yep, we’re all set!
We’re almost there! Quite possibly only 4 short weeks to go. We saw the doctor yesterday for our 34 week check-up; yes, it was a little behind schedule. But, everything looks normal and great. We see the doctor again in 5 days for our 36 week check-up, and that’s the fun appointment where we get to see our little baby boy again! We can’t wait!!!
I’m feeling pretty good, other than the enormous amount of activity coming from my belly at all times. He’s so SO strong! He makes it difficult for me to eat when he’s extremely active. I’m all belly now, and my belly is no longer round. If you know what to look for, you can tell the exact position of our little guy (which is kind of creepy but awesome at the same time). I’m taking it easy and keeping my feet up. I’m relaxing as much now as possible, because I know that once the baby gets here… well, let’s just say that life as I know it will be totally different. A few weeks ago, the fears of having another miscarriage went away. I’ve really been able to focus on how excited I am, and that’s a wonderful feeling.
Other than expanding our family, things that I’m looking forward to immediately after childbirth are caffeine, exercise, and not having to pee every 10 minutes. 🙂
These past couple weeks have been especially tough for me. Tis the season for seasonal allergies in Texas, and I’m no stranger to suffering from cedar, pollen, and ragweed allergies. That basically means that my life for the next month or so will involve a stuffy nose and sinus pain and pressure. Normally, I take an Advil-like drug to combat my seasonal allergies, but that’s not an option now. Instead of the “good stuff”, I get saline nasal spray and a box of Kleenex’s finest ultra soft tissues. Chad finds it disgusting the amount of mucus I’m producing, but he also understands that there’s nothing either of us can do about it right now.
Our baby boy is growing so big and strong! I can tell that he’s putting on weight and getting ready for his big appearance. I’ve also noticed that he has increased activity. With his increased strength, sometimes his kicks and stretches become a little painful. I wanted a mighty mini, and that’s what we got!
With all his moving around, I’m starting to wonder if he’s going to hold off for 8 more weeks. He’s so strong and so active; I joke that he’s going to pull himself out. I feel like he’ll burst through my belly at any time, but my doctor assures me that he won’t. I really hope he makes it to his due date; we don’t have any soccer games that weekend, and Chad can take off a week or two from work to help me at home 🙂
I feel really good, but I notice I’m getting tired more easily. I can tell he’s getting bigger because I have less space to breathe, meaning I feel his feet in my lungs. And, he’s started kicking when I eat, which is both highly distracting and mildly nauseating… and it doesn’t help my already bad acid reflux.
Other than that, this has been a relatively emotional week for our family. We suffered a loss of a family member, and it hit Chad and me pretty hard. We’ve been focusing on the positives, and we both have peace.
Nine short weeks left and we finally get to meet our baby boy. We finally get to be parents! We are so incredibly excited! He’s kicking and moving around so much. I’ve become accustomed to having him in my belly now. It makes me wonder if I will miss the baby kicking sensation when he’s here… or will I not notice because I don’t have time to notice? 🙂
I’ve had to motivate myself extra hard to workout this week. With all the extra weight from the baby and being pregnant, I’m finding it hard to move. Plus, he’s growing so I’ve been so tired and lethargic. Not to mention, summer in Texas really sucks when you’re pregnant. We had a nice cold front come through and the temperature dropped to 83! It’s still funny to me how mid-September is still summer in Texas.
We finally registered… which feels kind of odd. Our baby boy has been very well planned since before he was conceived, so we were very eager to get everything set up as soon as possible. We ended up buying the majority of the necessities ourselves, and of course, we had a little help from the grandmas. Our jogging stroller finally came in, and I’ve been playing with that. I’m starting to personalize the carseat carrier and diaper bag, too. Oh, I can’t wait for our baby boy to get here!!!