Tags: lettter to baby, pregnancy, pregnant, pregnant belly, third trimester
When are you planning to arrive? Details on the exact moment in time would be much appreciated.
Also, are you a boy or a girl? I am about to explode from the anticipation. And also from the tacos I ate at lunch today. You don’t seem to like them much either. Sorry about that.
I can’t wait to meet you.
Get here soon, okay?
Tags: 38 weeks, baby sunshine, pregnancy, third trimester, toddler
It’s probably just a fluke. Or a response to the fact that I’m reading Small Fry a book or singing her to sleep. But whenever we lie down together and snuggle up, the baby starts wiggling like crazy.
Usually Small Fry has her little legs tucked up against my belly, and when she feels those movements, she always shrieks with joy, yanks up my shirt and scooches down to put her hand on my belly.
It’s awesome. And I’m going to miss it.
I always tell Small Fry, “baby knows you’re nearby and loves you so much,” which delights her. She’s been talking to my belly for quite a while, and this little bedtime ritual seems to be creating a bond between the two.
Two. Two kids.
I cannot wait for them to meet.
Tags: new motherhood, newborn baby, pregnancy, try
I took a darkroom photography class a few years ago, before becoming a mother, and I had an awesome teacher. Inked on her forearm was the word try. With a period. Which I think adds loads of meaning.
It was a dark time in my life, and being in the dark (ha) was a wonderful escape. To this day, I can’t get over how those images just appeared on the paper underneath their chemical bath. So beautiful.
And I’ve never stopped thinking about “try.”
Because “try.” will be the one thing I know with absolute certainty that I’ll do once this baby arrives.
Those are just three of the multitude of unknowns for me right now.
My life is about to turn upside-down again.
But I will try. Period.
Tags: 36 weeks, pregnancy, pregnant, third trimester
You guys. We’re in the home stretch.
I say “we” because I feel like you all are walking right alongside me in this journey. You’ve tolerated endless stories of how sick I’ve been since the moment I saw the plus sign on the stick. You’ve encouraged me through self-doubt posts. And cheered along with me in my “I can beat PPD again” posts.
Thank you for all of your support and kindness. And thanks for sticking around.
I’m technically full-term in just a few days. HOLY CRAP.
Besides a delightful stomach bug that leveled me, I’ve felt nothing different than the status quo of the past 36 weeks: queasy, dizzy, craving fried chicken. At last check, my cervix is thinning but has not started to dilate. For that information, you’re welcome.
And my brain? Is so full of stuff swimming around in every which direction I can hardly see straight. Thoughts of naming my child and vacuuming my house keep me up at night. Every night.
So (lucky you) it’s confession time. Because if I can’t blog about it, I might just explode.
Here they are:
– I packed my hospital bag. Just in case.
– I cried nonstop during an entire hour of Oprah.
– I’m starting to feel guilty over taking away Small Fry’s “only” status. Is she going to pull away from me? Hate me?
– Also, I’m going to miss our little threesome.
– How is it possible to love another child as much as I love Small Fry? I can’t wrap my brain around this one. But I’m confident that my heart will expand and surprise me.
– The nursery is still a pile of boxes and bags awaiting the yard sale. But there are diapers, clean clothes and a place for baby to sleep. So it’ll be okay. Tell me it’ll be okay.
– I’m sooooooo DONE with feeling sick.
– I can’t get enough fruit and orange juice and popsicles. Anything ice-cold, really.
– I had my first baby dream: it was a BOY with blonde hair and pink eyes. Weird.
– I can only sleep on my left side.
– I can’t remember the last time I shaved my legs. (Sorry, Marc.)
– I’m afraid of labor. I’ve done this before, but dang, it sure did hurt.
– But I’m also more excited than I ever imagined I’d feel.
– I cannot wait to meet this baby.
Tags: 34 weeks, pregnancy, pregnant, third trimester
It’s the weirdest thing.
Most every time I catch my reflection, whether in a shop window or the very mirror in my own bedroom, the first thought that crosses my mind is: who is that pregnant woman?
You’d think with all of the sickness and the super-active baby (who holds hourly dance parties in my belly) and the raging hormones, it wouldn’t catch me off guard to see myself pregnant. This pregnant.
But it does. And it makes me smile every time.
I’m trying to savor these last few weeks. Because it really is amazing to have an almost-ready-for-the-world human being growing inside your body.
So. If you see a random pregnant lady on the sidewalk staring in bewilderment at her reflection, just keep walking.
Tags: baby on the way, Motherhood, postpartum depression, pregnancy, toddler
You. My sweet girl.
Sprawled on the floor, playing Lite Brite.
Running, jumping, squealing, digging in the dirt.
Carrying on secret conversations with Dora and Teddy.
Belly laughs, little arms wrapped around my neck, dirt under your fingernails. Wayward stickers dotting your clothes. Pockets full of rocks.
Your dad’s mouth and determination. My brown eyes and easy laugh.
Our first baby.
The embodiment of love. Faith.
Everything I need to know, to believe in, is standing right here in front of me.
I can do this again.
Because you are simply awesome.
Tags: 32 weeks, belly shot, nesting, pregnancy
My newest obsession?
Purging the closet (which is stacked to the ceiling with perhaps every single photo I’ve ever taken), sorting bins of baby clothes, cleaning, making lists.
I can’t get enough!
But I still feel like I’m behind the game. At this point in my last pregnancy, a cute room was nearly ready for Small Fry. Granted, the crib arrived and was assembled just days before she was born, but everything else was set to go, staged like a catalog shoot. Diapers, wipes, butt cream, clean and folded clothes.
I just haven’t felt the same sense of urgency this time around. And, honestly, I’m glad about it. That first experience taught me SO many things, among them being the simple fact that newborn babies really don’t require that much “stuff.”
A place to sleep, milk, clean clothes, diapers, bath soap.
It’s kind of refreshing. But at the same time, I do want to be prepared. To have as little on my plate as possible after baby arrives.
Hence, the maniacal nesting.
Is it nuts that I’m actually having fun with this?
Tags: 32 weeks, pregnancy, third trimester, ultrasound
Seeing this face Friday blew my mind. Our baby.
Sucking its lower lip, just like big sister did in the womb. Wiggling around, making it hard for us to get a good look. Responding to my laughter. And waving a little hand, as if to say hey mom I’m doing just fine in here.
It was awesome.
Eight weeks to go. And a new feeling for me, slicing its way through the fear: excitement.
I cannot wait to hold this child against my chest. To find out if “it” is a “he” or a “she.” To hear, smell, breathe in my baby.
Tags: 31 weeks, happiness list, pregnancy, pregnant, third trimester
My head is still in the clouds.
Our little beach escape was absolutely perfect. Exactly what this mama needed. The baby also seems to already love the beach — I didn’t have one dry heave all weekend. Holler.
This is my first belly shot with my new phone. Have I mentioned that I am totally in love? Especially with the apps store. It was all I could do to keep from buying the “I am T-Pain” app. Can’t quite rationalize that one to the hubs.
Here’s what else makes me happy at 31 weeks pregnant:
a blissful weekend with friends
the NCAA tournament
special K with blueberries
laughing til my sides hurt
squeezing Small Fry, who I missed SO much
the Bachelor finale tonight!
What’s on your happiness list this week?
Tags: 30 weeks, happiness list, pregnancy, third trimester
I am having a baby.
I am three-quarters of the way through this pregnancy. And I just can’t believe it. It sure has felt like one seriously long haul, with all the sickness and unfortunate worshiping of the toilet. But now? I’m getting a little wistful. I want to savor each and every last one of these 10 (or so) weeks.
Also? “Nesting” is my new middle name. I’m up to my eyeballs in baby clothes, and I simply can’t believe that a little person with little arms and legs will actually fit into those clothes pretty soon. You should see the nursery. Or, as I like to call it, the-room-that-requires-rappelling-equipment. Mountains of clothes and gear are everywhere. Photos coming soon!
Here’s what makes me happy at 30(!) weeks pregnant:
feeling the baby jazzercize in my belly
Marc’s homemade pasta sauce
McDonald’s sweet tea
banana cream pie doughnuts from Krispy Kreme (hallelujah)
the look on Small Fry’s face when she feels the baby move
daffodils in bloom
making baby lists, prepping the nursery, and generally flying the virgo flag
discovering teeny-tiny peep-toe shoes from Small Fry’s baby days
my new iPhone (I think I’m in love)
What’s on your happiness list?