I had my 34 week appointment on Tuesday, and I met a different doctor in the practice. So far all of the doctors/midwives that I have met have all been very nice and acceptable choices for delivery of Baby Spills. While I am more comfortable with a female doctor for some reason, I have to say that this male doctor was very pleasant and took the time to explain the things that he was doing during the examination. For someone with the gift of gab, I find myself drawing a blank at each appointment when it comes to asking questions of the doctors, so it was a relief to me that he automatically talked me through the entire 10 minute appointment.
First, I was surprised when he told me that the baby is head down and in position. Baffled by his x-ray vision, I asked him how he knew, as I feel like I am getting a head butt to the ribs every night. He explained that years of experience and, by feeling my torso, he is able to know where the baby is at each stage of pregnancy - especially now that Baby Spills is anywhere from 4 to 5 1/2 pounds.
Next, I asked him about my nausea, headaches and dizzy spells that seem to catch me off guard at all hours of the day and night. He explained that in simple terms - I am pregnant and there's nothing to be done besides get up slower, stay hydrated and eat small, more frequent meals. All things that I have been doing for the past 8.5 months to no relief.
Finally, my favorite part of the appointment came when he took out the Doppler to hear the baby's heart rate. I was once again reassured when he said, "welp, it sounds like a baby." Thank God, because some of these crazy dreams I've been having include me delivering puppies, snakes and unisex dolls.
It's hard to believe that in roughly 38 days I will be due to deliver my bundle of joy. I wouldn't mind the baby coming a little sooner, but I know that when the baby is ready, he or she will make their grand debut!
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Thursday, August 8, 2013
Breastfeeding class
Last night, I attended a breastfeeding class at the hospital where I'll be delivering Baby Spills in T-6 weeks... can you believe how quickly his or her due date is approaching? Yeah, me neither! As I embarked on yet another item to check off on my countdown to delivery list, I was relieved to realize just how close the hospital is from our house - now we just pray that I don't go into labor at work, which is about a 45 minute drive.
Anyway, after I arrived at the parking ramp, I went to the building where I thought the class was in. Thank goodness I left early, because I was in the wrong building all together. After going floor to floor and finding no one in sight - no staff, no janitors, no fellow class participants, literally nobody - with 12 minutes to spare, I waddled as quickly as my legs would let me go to the main entrance of the hospital. Luckily I made it inside with now 5 minutes to spare. That is until I got to the elevator and had to wait another 7 minutes before I could take it to the floor that I needed to be on. As I arrived, late of course, I found a seat in the middle and kept thinking about how I should have found a bathroom before entering the room because now I can't be late and get up to pee. The power point presentation, though boring, was actually very informative and helped me better understand the benefits of breastfeeding to both mom and baby. Besides the obvious financial benefits and supplying nourishment to the baby, I also learned of the antibodies and countless supplements it provides that formula just can't. I had always planned on trying to breastfeed, but now I feel like I am more determined to make it work. It's all about a proper latch and having patience, because let's face it, I am not the only one who won't exactly know what I'm doing. I am sure that my child will be a genius and all, but it's his or her first few days in the outside world, so I think we can cut each other some slack for a while.
After about an hour of slides and a short recess, I was back in class to watch a "short" video. Another 45 minutes later of watching moms whip out the goods of all different shapes, sizes and ethnicity, I feel confident that I'll be able to do what nature intended me to do when Baby Spills arrives. I will, however, not be so free as to videotape and walk around topless everywhere I go. Although I have no problems with mothers who breastfeed in public at restaurants, the mall or at the movies without a shield, I do not feel I would be so comfortable to do so myself. That's why the manufacturers invented "Hide a Hooters" isn't it?
The class ended about 15 minutes late and I found that I could have entered the building through the parking ramp thus cutting my earlier late time by about 5 minutes... oh well though. The hospital tour is this weekend, so hopefully after that I'll know where I am going. If not, I'll be banking on the wise husband to keep a clear head as I am breathing through contractions, totally calm of course, and get settled in for baby's first day. Stay tuned...
Anyway, after I arrived at the parking ramp, I went to the building where I thought the class was in. Thank goodness I left early, because I was in the wrong building all together. After going floor to floor and finding no one in sight - no staff, no janitors, no fellow class participants, literally nobody - with 12 minutes to spare, I waddled as quickly as my legs would let me go to the main entrance of the hospital. Luckily I made it inside with now 5 minutes to spare. That is until I got to the elevator and had to wait another 7 minutes before I could take it to the floor that I needed to be on. As I arrived, late of course, I found a seat in the middle and kept thinking about how I should have found a bathroom before entering the room because now I can't be late and get up to pee. The power point presentation, though boring, was actually very informative and helped me better understand the benefits of breastfeeding to both mom and baby. Besides the obvious financial benefits and supplying nourishment to the baby, I also learned of the antibodies and countless supplements it provides that formula just can't. I had always planned on trying to breastfeed, but now I feel like I am more determined to make it work. It's all about a proper latch and having patience, because let's face it, I am not the only one who won't exactly know what I'm doing. I am sure that my child will be a genius and all, but it's his or her first few days in the outside world, so I think we can cut each other some slack for a while.
After about an hour of slides and a short recess, I was back in class to watch a "short" video. Another 45 minutes later of watching moms whip out the goods of all different shapes, sizes and ethnicity, I feel confident that I'll be able to do what nature intended me to do when Baby Spills arrives. I will, however, not be so free as to videotape and walk around topless everywhere I go. Although I have no problems with mothers who breastfeed in public at restaurants, the mall or at the movies without a shield, I do not feel I would be so comfortable to do so myself. That's why the manufacturers invented "Hide a Hooters" isn't it?
The class ended about 15 minutes late and I found that I could have entered the building through the parking ramp thus cutting my earlier late time by about 5 minutes... oh well though. The hospital tour is this weekend, so hopefully after that I'll know where I am going. If not, I'll be banking on the wise husband to keep a clear head as I am breathing through contractions, totally calm of course, and get settled in for baby's first day. Stay tuned...
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
29 weeks down, 11 weeks to go...
So I am two weeks into my third trimester and I am starting to feel REALLY pregnant. Not only has Baby Spills been practicing his or her karate skills, but I have recently learned the hard way that morning sickness, or all day sickness as I like to call it, can creep back into the mix. The tricky part now in the third trimester is that as I am heaving into the porcelain thrown several times a day I have to try extra hard not to pee myself in the process. Luckily I haven't had any accidents at work, knock on wood, but I have found myself needing to do more laundry at home. Must be a level of comfort thing...
As my belly area expands farther outward, I have also received more comments about my mid-section region - some that are nice like "you are all belly" or "you must be having a boy because your face hasn't gotten fat," and then some that are not so nice like "you're looking extra pregnant today" or "wow, you've really popped." Thanks a$$holes I still have about 3 more months to go. Can't wait for your comments come September.
Speaking of less than 3 months to go, I am also at a loss when it comes to deciding on baby names. We have our boys names lined up - sorry they are a secret - but our girl names have recently been stolen from underneath us. One by a family member once removed and the other by a dog, which also happened to be my favorite of the two. I just can't name her - if she's a her - the same name as a puppy. What if they are in the same place at the same time and the owner calls out for the puppy and my child comes running? Or worse, the owner tells the puppy to sit and my child obeys... Talk about self image issues down the road.
As I get increasingly closer to the finish line, I have also found that I am masochistic in that I can't tear my eyes away from "A Baby Story" and as more and more of my friends have their babies, I must know all the details about the pain that they have suffered through during labor. This one is really none of my business, but I can't seem to help myself the words "so how painful was it" are out of my mouth before I have a chance to stop them. On one hand I want to know what I am in for and on the other hand it's too late to turn back so why oh why do I need to hear all the gory details? I don't know what it is, but I am apparently guilty of it too, people feel that they can ask a pregnant woman or a new mom personal, over the top questions like "did you poop during the delivery," "did you need an episiotomy" and "have you decided to breast feed" ... clearly these questions do not come up during regular every day life, and for good reason, but for some reason after the miracle of birth these overstepping inquiries are at the top of everyone's must asks.
As my belly area expands farther outward, I have also received more comments about my mid-section region - some that are nice like "you are all belly" or "you must be having a boy because your face hasn't gotten fat," and then some that are not so nice like "you're looking extra pregnant today" or "wow, you've really popped." Thanks a$$holes I still have about 3 more months to go. Can't wait for your comments come September.
Speaking of less than 3 months to go, I am also at a loss when it comes to deciding on baby names. We have our boys names lined up - sorry they are a secret - but our girl names have recently been stolen from underneath us. One by a family member once removed and the other by a dog, which also happened to be my favorite of the two. I just can't name her - if she's a her - the same name as a puppy. What if they are in the same place at the same time and the owner calls out for the puppy and my child comes running? Or worse, the owner tells the puppy to sit and my child obeys... Talk about self image issues down the road.
As I get increasingly closer to the finish line, I have also found that I am masochistic in that I can't tear my eyes away from "A Baby Story" and as more and more of my friends have their babies, I must know all the details about the pain that they have suffered through during labor. This one is really none of my business, but I can't seem to help myself the words "so how painful was it" are out of my mouth before I have a chance to stop them. On one hand I want to know what I am in for and on the other hand it's too late to turn back so why oh why do I need to hear all the gory details? I don't know what it is, but I am apparently guilty of it too, people feel that they can ask a pregnant woman or a new mom personal, over the top questions like "did you poop during the delivery," "did you need an episiotomy" and "have you decided to breast feed" ... clearly these questions do not come up during regular every day life, and for good reason, but for some reason after the miracle of birth these overstepping inquiries are at the top of everyone's must asks.
Monday, July 1, 2013
The dreaded Glucose test
On Saturday, I had my third trimester Glucose test, which indicates whether or not I have gestational diabetes. I have dreaded this test since I found out all pregnant mommies have to get this between 24 and 28 weeks. I of course procrastinated and waited until the last Saturday before my deadline.
For those unfamiliar with the test, you fast for 4 hours - I fasted the whole night, since my appointment was first thing in the morning - then when you get to the diagnostic center, you sign in, they give you an orange drink that I chugged as quickly as possible and then wait an hour for the blood draw. It honestly wasn't bad at all. The drink was cold, so it didn't make me want to throw up, and I even got to sit in a back room with recliners, a flat screen tv and another pregnant woman having the same test done at the very same time.
We talked about our pregnancies, discussed morning sickness, baby names and then compared weight gain - she's 30 weeks and only gained 14 so far, and so now I feel like a hippo. It made the time go very quickly though, and it was nice to meet a woman who has had similar experiences during her pregnancy. She was also very sick the first half of her pregnancy and suffers from low blood pressure. She also told me about the birth of her first child which resulted in a C-section and how she'll have a C-section with this one too.
After Saturday and our discussion, it started to really set in that this baby will be here in roughly 12 weeks. That's really soon, and there is still so much to do. It's also starting to feel real that I'll be going through the labor process in just about 12 weeks too, and I suddenly have found myself having nightmares about pushing, the hospital stay, and nurses from hell. Not to mention the sudden dose of reality that I know nothing about keeping a newborn alive and out of harms way. I can be a bit of a flake when it comes to remembering where I left my keys and whether or not I shut and locked the front door. What if I forget that I have a baby one day and start my drive to work only to remember I left my infant at home asleep in his or her bassinet? Or what if the baby doesn't like me? Or worse, what if I am a terrible mom? It's something I have wanted for a very long time and went through great lengths to actually get pregnant, but what if I really suck at the whole mom thing? I love taking care of my nieces and nephews, but at the end of the day, I get to send them home. This child will be with me 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. That's a lot of responsibility. The worrying has just begun, but I'll just have to take it day by day.
For those unfamiliar with the test, you fast for 4 hours - I fasted the whole night, since my appointment was first thing in the morning - then when you get to the diagnostic center, you sign in, they give you an orange drink that I chugged as quickly as possible and then wait an hour for the blood draw. It honestly wasn't bad at all. The drink was cold, so it didn't make me want to throw up, and I even got to sit in a back room with recliners, a flat screen tv and another pregnant woman having the same test done at the very same time.
We talked about our pregnancies, discussed morning sickness, baby names and then compared weight gain - she's 30 weeks and only gained 14 so far, and so now I feel like a hippo. It made the time go very quickly though, and it was nice to meet a woman who has had similar experiences during her pregnancy. She was also very sick the first half of her pregnancy and suffers from low blood pressure. She also told me about the birth of her first child which resulted in a C-section and how she'll have a C-section with this one too.
After Saturday and our discussion, it started to really set in that this baby will be here in roughly 12 weeks. That's really soon, and there is still so much to do. It's also starting to feel real that I'll be going through the labor process in just about 12 weeks too, and I suddenly have found myself having nightmares about pushing, the hospital stay, and nurses from hell. Not to mention the sudden dose of reality that I know nothing about keeping a newborn alive and out of harms way. I can be a bit of a flake when it comes to remembering where I left my keys and whether or not I shut and locked the front door. What if I forget that I have a baby one day and start my drive to work only to remember I left my infant at home asleep in his or her bassinet? Or what if the baby doesn't like me? Or worse, what if I am a terrible mom? It's something I have wanted for a very long time and went through great lengths to actually get pregnant, but what if I really suck at the whole mom thing? I love taking care of my nieces and nephews, but at the end of the day, I get to send them home. This child will be with me 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. That's a lot of responsibility. The worrying has just begun, but I'll just have to take it day by day.
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Child Birth Class
This past Saturday, Eric and I attended child birth class to get a sneak peek at what we have in store for us in T-103 days, give or take a few days. Saturday also happened to be Eric's birthday, which was a bone of contention for a short while before the big day. I didn't really understand the big deal, because I figured a video of a baby coming out of a woman's vagina would be the perfect present for my dear husband. I guess maybe I was wrong... who knew?
In all seriousness, the class was actually pretty informational and the instructor was phenomenal. She was engaging and conducted the class as more of a conversation than that of a College 101 course entitled How to deliver your baby. After we went around the room describing our biggest fears and complaints, mine being going into labor at work and the fact that pregnancy has made me stupid, she started to tell us how times have drastically changed. Back when she was born in the 1960s, the mothers were dropped off at the nursing station and the fathers were ushered into a waiting area to place bets on the biggest baby, the ugliest baby, the hairiest baby, etc. She then went on to talk about how ugly of a baby she was ... side note, she's an attractive woman now... but when she was born, the cone shaped head baby's usually have was on the side of her head, she had a hairy back and, because ultrasound technology was not yet available, she was born, unbeknownst to her parents before delivery, with just one hand. I was shocked. I hadn't noticed it until she held up her arm, and I am ashamed to admit that my mind went straight to Saturday Night Live and the "Lawrence Welk Show" skit with Kristen Wiig. I then found myself in amazement at how she had overcome her disability and has grown her career to become a highly-demanded doula and labor and delivery nurse.
She opened my eyes to the benefits of the epidural, and at the same time, made me rethink my biggest fear. I have now changed it to what the heck happens when I am done with my hospital stay and I am sent on my way to be a mom 24/7. Not sure why I hadn't thought of this reality until she mentioned it as her greatest fear, but here I am now obsessing about it.
After we heard more anecdotes and discussed other possible complications and best case scenarios, it was time for the delivery video. She asked who hadn't seen one, and surprisingly I was the only one that raised my hand as a have not seen. She then asked me how on earth I have come 29 years without ever watching a birthing video. I proudly exclaimed that in Catholic school I was taught abstinence and pretty much that deliveries are similar to that of the Virgin Mary's delivery of Baby Jesus. After watching the video, I see that I was clearly mislead and delivering a baby is no pretty picture. Speaking of pictures, no cameras will be allowed within 30 feet of the delivery room of Baby Spills, nor will Eric be holding a mirror for me to watch the miracle of life, and he will be instructed to please close his eyes tight during the crowning phase. That stuff's disgusting. I am traumatized to think that that's how I made my entrance into the world. Sorry mom, but that looked like it hurt!
In all seriousness, the class was actually pretty informational and the instructor was phenomenal. She was engaging and conducted the class as more of a conversation than that of a College 101 course entitled How to deliver your baby. After we went around the room describing our biggest fears and complaints, mine being going into labor at work and the fact that pregnancy has made me stupid, she started to tell us how times have drastically changed. Back when she was born in the 1960s, the mothers were dropped off at the nursing station and the fathers were ushered into a waiting area to place bets on the biggest baby, the ugliest baby, the hairiest baby, etc. She then went on to talk about how ugly of a baby she was ... side note, she's an attractive woman now... but when she was born, the cone shaped head baby's usually have was on the side of her head, she had a hairy back and, because ultrasound technology was not yet available, she was born, unbeknownst to her parents before delivery, with just one hand. I was shocked. I hadn't noticed it until she held up her arm, and I am ashamed to admit that my mind went straight to Saturday Night Live and the "Lawrence Welk Show" skit with Kristen Wiig. I then found myself in amazement at how she had overcome her disability and has grown her career to become a highly-demanded doula and labor and delivery nurse.
She opened my eyes to the benefits of the epidural, and at the same time, made me rethink my biggest fear. I have now changed it to what the heck happens when I am done with my hospital stay and I am sent on my way to be a mom 24/7. Not sure why I hadn't thought of this reality until she mentioned it as her greatest fear, but here I am now obsessing about it.
After we heard more anecdotes and discussed other possible complications and best case scenarios, it was time for the delivery video. She asked who hadn't seen one, and surprisingly I was the only one that raised my hand as a have not seen. She then asked me how on earth I have come 29 years without ever watching a birthing video. I proudly exclaimed that in Catholic school I was taught abstinence and pretty much that deliveries are similar to that of the Virgin Mary's delivery of Baby Jesus. After watching the video, I see that I was clearly mislead and delivering a baby is no pretty picture. Speaking of pictures, no cameras will be allowed within 30 feet of the delivery room of Baby Spills, nor will Eric be holding a mirror for me to watch the miracle of life, and he will be instructed to please close his eyes tight during the crowning phase. That stuff's disgusting. I am traumatized to think that that's how I made my entrance into the world. Sorry mom, but that looked like it hurt!
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Registering
Friday night Eric surprised me and wanted to go register for Baby Spills. When we got to the store, we went up to the desk, filled out the paper work and got to work. We scanned one item, hit a wrong button and deleted all of the newly input data. It was going go be a long night...
I went back to the desk, and the exasperated worker retyped our information into the system again, told us that's never happened before and to ONLY push the yellow button from that point forward. She then sent us on our way. As we started over, it began to set in just how overwhelming this process can be. What does a baby really need? Apparently ALOT. There's safety accessories, bath time, bedding, activity gyms, play yards, swings, travel systems and so much more.
We spent an extra long time in the bedding section, because we couldn't decide on what we wanted. I didn't want anything "too babyish" and Eric didn't seem all that interested at this point... apparently safety supplies and bath time took a lot out of him. I digress... He didn't like the giraff bedding I thought I liked, and I didn't like the giant monkeys he thought were cute. From there, there weren't a whole lot of neutral bedding sets that would fit in with Baby Spills. A nice worker helped us settled on what we had originally envisioned as a very plain light blue and dark brown bedding set that was on clearance and a must buy that night. From there, I decided we would accent with Dr. Seuss' "One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish." Growing up, I hadn't really had a "favorite" bed time story... sorry mom, but I don't really remember reading bed time stories instead my memories include praying before bed... I do however remember the big yellow book, and I have long admired the literary works of Dr. Seuss, and so our nursery was born.
Next, we found the travel system section and there were quite a few to choose from. Once we picked the one that we wanted, we had to figure out which car seat base would fit the carrier... fingers crossed we chose the right one.
After more than an hour, I was done and was proud of what we had accomplished. We once again found Mary Ellen to complete the final process in the registering experience. As we left, I told her I thought we were done with the whole list and I was really proud of myself. I got home and sent a text to my sister, who went to check out what we had and the next morning, she called me to say, let's go back and get what you really need.
To my surprise, Mary Ellen was working again and she made light of the fact that I brought back the mother of two, really five, for reinforcement... as we went around the store and got the other necessities I missed, like safety locks for the outlets, a thermometer, sheets, and breast pump accessories, the same worker that helped Eric and I the night before choose our bedding, approached and asked if this was to be our, Christine and my, third child together. As Christine said yes, and I nodded in agreement, it took us a moment, well actually me a lot longer, to realize that we had just acknowledged that instead of being sisters, we were instead a lesbian couple registering together. Now, the really funny part of this exchange isn't that she didn't remember me from the night before, or that she mistook us for lesbians, the funny thing is that if you were to see my sister and I together, we could easily pass for twins. The worker may have needed glasses, but I nonetheless am grateful to my sister for taking time out of her schedule to help me with this overwhelming process. September here we come!
I went back to the desk, and the exasperated worker retyped our information into the system again, told us that's never happened before and to ONLY push the yellow button from that point forward. She then sent us on our way. As we started over, it began to set in just how overwhelming this process can be. What does a baby really need? Apparently ALOT. There's safety accessories, bath time, bedding, activity gyms, play yards, swings, travel systems and so much more.
We spent an extra long time in the bedding section, because we couldn't decide on what we wanted. I didn't want anything "too babyish" and Eric didn't seem all that interested at this point... apparently safety supplies and bath time took a lot out of him. I digress... He didn't like the giraff bedding I thought I liked, and I didn't like the giant monkeys he thought were cute. From there, there weren't a whole lot of neutral bedding sets that would fit in with Baby Spills. A nice worker helped us settled on what we had originally envisioned as a very plain light blue and dark brown bedding set that was on clearance and a must buy that night. From there, I decided we would accent with Dr. Seuss' "One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish." Growing up, I hadn't really had a "favorite" bed time story... sorry mom, but I don't really remember reading bed time stories instead my memories include praying before bed... I do however remember the big yellow book, and I have long admired the literary works of Dr. Seuss, and so our nursery was born.
Next, we found the travel system section and there were quite a few to choose from. Once we picked the one that we wanted, we had to figure out which car seat base would fit the carrier... fingers crossed we chose the right one.
After more than an hour, I was done and was proud of what we had accomplished. We once again found Mary Ellen to complete the final process in the registering experience. As we left, I told her I thought we were done with the whole list and I was really proud of myself. I got home and sent a text to my sister, who went to check out what we had and the next morning, she called me to say, let's go back and get what you really need.
To my surprise, Mary Ellen was working again and she made light of the fact that I brought back the mother of two, really five, for reinforcement... as we went around the store and got the other necessities I missed, like safety locks for the outlets, a thermometer, sheets, and breast pump accessories, the same worker that helped Eric and I the night before choose our bedding, approached and asked if this was to be our, Christine and my, third child together. As Christine said yes, and I nodded in agreement, it took us a moment, well actually me a lot longer, to realize that we had just acknowledged that instead of being sisters, we were instead a lesbian couple registering together. Now, the really funny part of this exchange isn't that she didn't remember me from the night before, or that she mistook us for lesbians, the funny thing is that if you were to see my sister and I together, we could easily pass for twins. The worker may have needed glasses, but I nonetheless am grateful to my sister for taking time out of her schedule to help me with this overwhelming process. September here we come!
Thursday, May 23, 2013
People Say the Darndest Things
Why do people see a pregnant woman and say whatever pops into their
heads? In everyday life, I am pretty sure you wouldn't go up to a
stranger and say "wow you're gut is really getting bigger," but because
I am having a child soon, this exact quote was said to me just the
other day. A part of me wanted to rebut, "yea, so is yours," but I held
my tongue, smiled and said "ah the joys of pregnancy."
Other people have the audacity to say to pregnant women, "are you sure there's only one in there?" or "Wow, I can't believe you're only xx weeks along, I would have guessed you were much farther." Seriously? I dare someone to say one of these faux pas to me in the next few weeks, because I am pretty sure my response will be something along the lines of "yep, I am due in September, what's your excuse" or "yea, it's true, I am due in September, and by the looks of how you are carrying, I'd say you're having a boy a few months before me."
In all honesty, I feel pretty great right now and I am glad to finally be showing enough for people to know that I am not just fat, rather I am indeed pregnant. But something about the words "your gut" really rubbed me the wrong way. Referring to my expanding stomach as "baby bump" sounds so much cuter and more polite. So a word of advice, if you don't have anything nice to say don't say it at all. And think of the expectant mother's feelings before you blurt out something along the lines of "Holy sh*t balls you're getting fat!"
Other people have the audacity to say to pregnant women, "are you sure there's only one in there?" or "Wow, I can't believe you're only xx weeks along, I would have guessed you were much farther." Seriously? I dare someone to say one of these faux pas to me in the next few weeks, because I am pretty sure my response will be something along the lines of "yep, I am due in September, what's your excuse" or "yea, it's true, I am due in September, and by the looks of how you are carrying, I'd say you're having a boy a few months before me."
In all honesty, I feel pretty great right now and I am glad to finally be showing enough for people to know that I am not just fat, rather I am indeed pregnant. But something about the words "your gut" really rubbed me the wrong way. Referring to my expanding stomach as "baby bump" sounds so much cuter and more polite. So a word of advice, if you don't have anything nice to say don't say it at all. And think of the expectant mother's feelings before you blurt out something along the lines of "Holy sh*t balls you're getting fat!"
Finally expecting!
I was one of the unlucky women who, as I was reading the baby books, could check off just about every single pregnancy side effect listed - nausea at 5 weeks... Check. Vomiting daily weeks 6-20... Check. Migraines at the start of the second trimester... Check. Acne as if I'm a prepubescent teen... Check. Welcome to week 22... ouch my back hurts, my sides hurt and what the heck is that pain in my hooha... Check. Check. Check. The knowledge that this is all worth it because I will be given the opportunity to FINALLY be a mommy... Check times infinity!
Has it been a long, frustrating journey getting to this point? Absolutely. But has it brought my husband and me closer and so much more grateful to have been blessed with this beautiful baby growing inside of me? I can't even begin to express into words just how worth it these experiences have been and continue to be.
As this baby is kicking me at all hours of the day and night, all I can do is grin from ear to ear knowing that in just 18 short weeks, give or take a few days, baby Spills will be welcomed into this world. The love that I already have for this child is overwhelming at times, and I can only imagine how my heart will just burst when I am actually holding the little bugger in my arms. I can't wait to share this journey with all of you as I explore more about the term "Pregnancy Brain," attend child birth classes, register for baby items, and start setting up the nursery. Sit back and enjoy the stories as we get closer to the due date.
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