February 2011

GIRL! GIRL! GIRL!

I’m having a baby girl and I’m SO excited! I have to say, there’s probably nothing more exciting than finding out the gender of your baby, whether it be from an ultrasound or in the delivery room. It’s something you think about and dream about your whole life (well, for us girls), and especially so when you’re pregnant. So to finally hear the doc utter the words that I’ll inevitably remember for the rest of my life….well, it’s just such a happy, happy moment.

I thought I’d share how it all went…

I laid on a hospital chair/bed thingy with a giant plasma screen TV hanging from the ceiling so my husband and I could see the ultrasound as the tech guy was swiftly going through and taking screen pictures and labeling them, making sure the baby has everything it’s supposed to. After about 10 minutes we asked the tech if he knew whether it was a girl or boy and he said; “Yes, I’ve passed over it a dozen times!” WHAT! I haven’t seen anything! So then I try harder to zero in on anything that looks like a girl or boy pee pee! Then I saw a giant ding dong and said; “Oh, there it is, it’s a boy!” But that turned out to be a leg. I was like; jeez, I’m kind of glad that wasn’t what I thought it was! HaHa! Then my husband “expertly” claims that about 6 different leg shots were weinises [weiner + penis = weinis]. We both died laughing when he said that and he said that when it’s that small you can’t call it a penis! LOL! Then the tech guy labeled something on the screen as “cervix” and my husband-turned-ultrasound tech loudly proclaims – “Ahh, that’s it, it’s a girl – see, a cervix!” The tech then says; “That’s Courtney’s cervix.” Jeff, embarrassed, asked that his comment never leaves the room. (Oops!)

I was pleasantly surprised when the ultrasound tech suddenly switched the black and gray grainy ultrasound to 4D imagery! In 4D the baby looks a bit more real – like it’s formed in clay! It’s still only halfway through the pregnancy, so the baby has a bit more time before we’re claiming whose nose she has, but it’s pretty amazing to be able to see her so clearly. After 45 minutes of sitting through the ultrasound – and two mid-ultrasound bathroom breaks – the tech leaves to get the doc before telling us what it is!!! So then the doctor comes in and immediately asks us how we met. Come on – tell me already, who cares how we met!!!

So I said: “We met in high school and did that thing where you break up and go out about 500 times before finally taking the plunge when we were 26 and 28.” The doctor said; “Oh really! So who chased who?” And I was all; “Pfft, isn’t it obvy?” Everyone got a good laugh out of that one – even Jeff! Then he says; “Well, do you know what you’re having?” Me: “Not yet!!” Doctor: “It’s a girl” and then shuts off the machine just like that! Man they keep that little nugget of info right until the very end!

It still hasn’t really sunk in yet, mainly because I had to go straight to work after that and I haven’t had a chance to process the news. Now, I know my husband had a moment of being disappointed about the little boy he’s not having this time around, but I think he’s going to be the BEST dad to a baby girl. He’s like this big football player/teddy bear kind of guy, so I cannot wait to see him hold his little girl for the first time! It just melts my heart thinking about it! She’ll have him thoroughly wrapped around her little finger! And I have to admit, even though I’m thrilled to be having a girl, there’s a part of me that has to put the imaginary baby boy aside that I had thought up in my brain over the past several weeks too. Now I know I said last week that seeing that new Justin Bieber movie made me want to have a little boy, but trust me, I’m over the moon about a girl. I guess Baby Bieber will just have to swim faster next time!

So after all you’ve read so far of my blogs and my baby bump pictures, are you surprised to find out it’s a girl?!

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I can’t believe I’m already 20 weeks pregnant – at the halfway point of this journey! Time has never flown by so quickly in my life. Tomorrow morning I find out the gender of the baby and I am over the moon excited about it! And though it hasn’t happened yet, I’m pretty sure this will be the highest high point of my pregnancy (until birth that is!). This got me thinking; maybe it’s time to share the best and worst parts of pregnancy at the halfway point. My friend once told me to share the really gruesome side of pregnancy, for her entertainment pleasure I guess, so I’ll try to do that and not embarrass myself too badly in the process…

The Best: When you have a genuine, unmistakable baby bump. If you read any of my previous blogs, you saw me complain about those initial months where you don’t have a nicely formed bump, but rather, a burgeoning muffin top. Let the confidence killing begin! But when you finally grow that little bump that’s become round and firm to the touch, then you can toss those baggy clothes and scarves aside and wear those fitted shirts with pride! Hey World: Look at my baby bump! ‘Aint she cute?

The Worst: Well I guess I just mentioned one of the worst parts of pregnancy above – the giggly gut in the first trimester and early second. Ugh.

The Best: Lying in bed at night with your hands on your belly just willing the little bugger to move. And then you feel faint, oh so faint movement, but you’re sure it’s definitely a baby doing summersaults! It’s fascinating. Although I haven’t felt obvious kicks yet, the mystery and intrigue of what’s going on inside is definitely exciting and truly a miracle.

The Worst: Pregnancy acne. I swear, in the first trimester I was feeling bottom of the barrel ugly with all that acne and chubbiness. Call me vain, whatever, but I’m a girl who likes to look her best and I was definitely not having my best days for quite a stretch of time in those early days. My skin still gives me trouble, but it’s manageable. Hopefully things will go back to normal post baby.

The Best: My husband’s tender loving care. I’ve made no secret about how amazing my husband has been during this pregnancy. In fact, our marriage has had a giant shot in the arm since we found out and it’s like a whole new relationship. I mean, if I’m being honest, this guy is no prince charming! He’s kind of brash and Type A. But pending fatherhood has turned him into a total teddy bear. And I LOVE IT.

The Worst: Hemorrhoids, enough said. Sneaky flatulence! I’ll have you know I NEVER fart. But now, I simply cannot help myself. HA! Lower back pain. And finally, the feeling of being impossibly full when you’re hardly eaten enough to earn the feeling, but your uterus and your food consuming stomach are now competing for space in your belly!

The Best: Pregnancy is an excuse to go shopping – a lot. I feel like I’m shopping every single weekend, but hell, when you’re preggo you basically have to rebuild your wardrobe all over again! Well, at least that’s what I tell my husband!! Thank goodness that my fave stores like Banana Republic, Gap, and Old Navy are all about maternity chic right now! It’s easier to be stylish in pregnancy when you avoid maternity clothes!

Well, that about covers the best and worst parts of pregnancy in my first 20 weeks. I’m sure there will be a brand new list of highs and lows in the second half, and I’m excited for what’s to come! Starting with finding out the sex of the baby tomorrow! *SQUEE*

Baby bump watch continues – week 20!

I’ve gotta say, I’m loving the size of the baby bump right now. It’s too cute if I do say so myself! Anyway, according to Babycenter.com the baby weighs about 10 ½ ounces, a little less than a can of Coke (12 oz.), and is about 6 ½ inches long from head to bottom (about the size of a banana), or 10 inches from head to heel. Going forward, the baby’s length will now be measured from head to foot since his legs have stretched out. Each week Babycenter.com gives advice on what the mom-to be should be doing; and it says now that I am halfway through I should pamper myself a bit, like maybe a prenatal message or a new article of clothing. Welllllll, I just got a facial this weekend, I’ve had two prenatal messages at work in the last month (a perk of the job!) and I shop weekly. OOPS! No one had to urge me to pamper myself! :)

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Dang, why didn't I think of a Gender Reveal Party??

I can’t believe in one week from today we’ll find out the gender of the baby! This date once seemed so long ago and now here we are, about to know whether we’re having a baby boy or girl. Although I’ve said before that I have no feeling whether it’s a boy or girl, for some reason in the past two weeks or so, Jeff and I have started to refer to the baby as a “he”. I don’t like saying “it” and “he/she” is a mouth full to say, so “he” is just easier. I’d honestly be happy with either one at this point. I think in the beginning I was leaning more towards wanting a girl, but somewhere along the way my stance became more neutral on the sex. Maybe it was seeing Justin Bieber’s adorable baby videos in his new movie “Never Say Never”, I don’t know. HA! But either way, we’ll know very soon! And don’t worry; you’ll be the first internet address I tell! :)

You don’t like my baby name? Well SUCK IT.

Now let’s discuss baby names. Not necessarily names we like because, well, that scares me. YOU scare me. Your judgey opinions and the silent dead air you give me after I tell you a name I like reeks of disapproval. And…and…I can’t take it! Now, let’s talk etiquette. It’s very common to ask a pregnant girl what she plans to name her baby. It’s a great conversation piece. But look people, you’ve gotta try hard to keep your opinions to yourself. That is, unless you love the name, and in that case – shower me with praise for the name that I have chosen! And if you don’t, then just tell me it’s cute and move on. I’ll know the difference by your level of glee. But I’ll feel appreciative that you didn’t just shit on my Grandma’s name that I plan to reuse or something!!

You'll take the name I give you, baby.

It used to drive me nuts when I’d ask girls what they plan to name their baby and they’d say they aren’t telling anyone because they don’t want to hear negative feedback. This used to be like nails to a chalkboard for me. I was all; just freaking tell me. Who cares? But now I get it. People can be insensitive unknowingly, and when I say people, I’m even talking about my own family! My mom warns me not to come up with any of those “weird names”; my dad tells me whatever I do, don’t name my kid after my husband’s grandpa; my brother texts me that he’s “not a fan” of the boy name I like; and my father-in-law says he doesn’t like the girl name we like because he once knew a girl with that name and she was fat. REALLY! REALLY? I mean it’s not like I’ve gone all celebrity-like and landed on a name like Pilot Inspector or Buddy Bear for my kid!! I like classic names, so gimme a break!

Because of this, I’ve basically stopped telling people what I like. I claim to not have a clue yet. But really, I have a clue. And I’m not telling you. Or maybe I will if the mood is right. But the moral of the story is; it’s super duper hard coming up with a name to give a person that they’ll have their entire life. The pressure! And then when you’ve got someone like my husband who requires a Biblical name somewhere in the name, then it really gets tough! One time I picked a first name and he said it wouldn’t make the grade because it’s Old Testament. WHAT! So I picked a middle name that was New Testament and asked if we’d get extra credit from the Good Lord! So you can imagine, by the time Jeff and I agree on a name, I’m pretty relieved. So when I hear someone say they’re not a fan it’s really disappointing. I know I shouldn’t care what other people think, but it’s hard not to. So just be sensitive Mr. & Ms. Opinionated, and whatever you do, don’t give me any lip on the name I like!! Hmph!

Ahhhh, I feel better now.

If you’ve had a baby or are pregnant, did you or have you shared your baby names with friends and family? And did it bother you when people shared their negative opinions?

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Because I have another blog called Pop Culture Junkie, I consider it my duty to be an expert on all things pop culture. Well actually, I’m an expert on whatever is worthy in my opinion, and ladies and gentleman, Justin Bieber has been deemed worthy. So believe it or not, I had three other girlfriends (all 30+) that wanted to see Justin Bieber’s new documentary-style movie “Never Say Never” this weekend, and no duh, we all LOVED IT!! Oddly, I walked away from the film thinking: Ok, Justin Bieber makes me want to have a little boy!!

Honestly, what tugged this preggers heartstrings wasn’t how cute the Biebs looks doing “The Dougie” dance, but watching the ridiculously adorbs home videos of him as a little bitty boy playing the drums or a guitar that was bigger than he was and seeing such talent and passion from kid at such a young age! And then seeing the really tight relationship JB has with his mom maybe made me shed a tear or two. I hope I have a close relationship with my kid someday like that! He’s so precious with his mom and it’s so endearing to see!

Aside from the maternal side The Biebs brings out in me, the kid is unbelievably talented! He can play the drums, the guitar, the piano, and sing and dance – and he does all really well! He’s basically like a musical child prodigy! This makes me want to encourage any kind of talent my kid has at an early age. I want to be sure to pay attention to things they like to do or activities they really excel in.

When I was a kid, all I wanted to do was draw. I sat around for hours drawing little people in soap opera-like story lines in which they got married, had kids, had affairs, had sex (oops!), got divorced, re-married their brother-in-law, etc.  At first I used to say I wanted to be a cartoonist, and then it changed to a screen writer because I loved telling stories (go figure!). But as a kid growing up in the Midwest, jobs like being a cartoonist or screenwriter sounded like jobs you can only have in Hollywood! So I eventually put the pencil down and moved on to other things. So as I become a parent, I want to ensure my kid feels like they can do anything they set their mind to with a little hard work and persistence.

So back to Justin Bieber – this little guy is a cutie-patutie and I highly recommend seeing his movie! If you’re my age, you’ll likely look at JB with a maternal appreciation, but hell, he may awaken the 13-year old girl in you and you might just swoon *a little*! OOPS!

Baby bump watch continues – week 19!

Hmm…somebody is noticably bigger this week! It could be the baby, but I think my really fattening Saturday and Sunday food selections might have a little something to do with it! *shrugs shoulders*

But anyway, the baby bump is going to start growing at rapid pace now according to Babycenter.com. One thing I’m happy about is that the bump is getting rounder and harder so I finally look preggo to the unfocused eye! I hated before when my emerging bump was all jiggly when I walked and I could grab fat rolls! Now, I have a rock solid stomach! Too bad my abs under all this baby are weak as hell these days!!

Just one more week before we find out the sex of the baby!!! The closer I get the more anxious I am to know! People ask me all the time if I want a boy or a girl and of course I’d hate to say one and feel like a total ass for being disappointed when I find out it’s not what I wanted! So my answer is this: I eventually want two kids, a boy and a girl. So it really doesn’t matter what I have now, because either one is a win for me! But for my second, I’ll want the opposite of what I already have! I don’t know, maybe I should change my answer when people ask me what I want to this: I’d like a baby Justin Bieber!!

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This morning on the bus to work a friend aptly pointed out to me that I will be a mommy in exactly 5 months from today. OhmyfreakingGod. You see, in my head, July 18th (my due date) still sounds really far away from now. It’s the middle of summer and we’re still just chillin’ in mid-February. Lately when people ask when I’m due and I say July they say things like; “Wow, that’s right around the corner!” And I’m all; Jeez buddy, does your watch run fast? Is your sense of time on fast-forward? That’s ages away! But in reality, it’s not. Five months is one semester of college… one season of “American Idol!” OHMYFREAKINGGOD!

Last night I was sitting on the couch watching “Oprah”, enjoying the peacefulness of a house all to myself (the husb was traveling), with my beautiful red puppy lying on the rug just chewing a bone, and I thought to myself: this will soon be over. In the not too distant future, this sense of calm and peace will be a distant memory when a baby is in toe. Yes, I know babies sleep a lot in the beginning, but they also cry a lot, and poop a lot, and eat a lot, and want to be held a lot! The point is – babies need A LOT and the times of doing exactly what I want to do when I want to do it will be gone. And that realization last night was a little surreal.

Being pregnant is kind of like a fantasyland. You fantasize about a perfect little baby that looks like you or your husband, maybe even with a face that you can find in ‘Baby Gap’ ads or something, and they’re quiet and cuddly and quiet. Then you picture the baby room and the fun colors that you might paint, and the cute baby clothes they might wear. But before all that, you enjoy all the attention you get yourself for being a cute little pregnant girl. It’s all kind of dreamy-like. Actually, for me at least, being pregnant is wonderful – absolutely wonderful. I can’t think of a time I’ve been happier and my marriage has been better. All the pieces have just fallen into place. So it’s almost like the baby part is kind of just fantasy and the thought of maybe a colicky baby, or a chronic pooping baby, or a sumo wrestler boob eating baby makes me close my eyes and think: OHMYFREAKINGOD.

Until recently, I’ve been the newest pregnant person I know, as in; everyone is due way before me. So when I start to hear that people in my life are pregnant and they’re giving birth in November or something, I think; HUH? November! I start counting months on my fingers. Can you even be pregnant now and not have a baby until November? I found out I was pregnant in November of 2010 and I was already 6 weeks then! Jeez, where is the time going? And why am I in denial about the fact that I’m going to be someone’s mom in 5 months? And sorry my beautiful Indy, a four-legged hairy dog with floppy ears doesn’t really count anymore. I’m gonna be a human’s mom!

I’ve got a lot of livin’ do to before I have this baby. Here are just the top 10 things that come to mind:

1)      Babymoon in Hawaii

2)      Tour Europe

3)      Learn to ski

4)      Start my first novel

5)      Start designing a baby nursing (do you like how this is #5 on my list?)

6)      Take baby classes on how to do things like breastfeed, be a parent, etc.

7)      Try prenatal yoga

8)      Start doing video blogs

9)      Turn the guest room into an office to make way for baby room

10)   Sell advertising space and do product reviews on my blog so I can be a stay at home mom

Jeez! Turn back the clock! I need more time!!!!!

Oh alright, I’ll just have to make do with #1 and #5-9 in the next 5 months. Life doesn’t stop with baby; it just changes everything, that’s all! :)

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Does being pregnant get you a free pass to the front of the line? A seat on a full train? Free valet? Maybe. Should you take advantage of these niceties while you can? Absolutely! And if you don’t quite look pregnant to the casual observer, you may just need to make it very obvious…or just flat out tell them. Which, in my husband’s case, means tell everyone.

If you forget about Valentine’s Day dinner reservations, use the belly

Every year for Valentine’s Day since Jeff and I have been a couple (which is a very looooooong time), we’ve always made a big deal about the holiday. I guess I should rephrase that… I always make a big deal about the holiday! But this year, with a baby on the way, two blogs to run, work, and other life distractions, I totally forgot about making any plans. And needless to say, so did Jeff.

But then Jeff got a clue and decided about 4pm on Saturday afternoon that he wanted to call every restaurant in town and get dinner reservations on that night. Well obviously, there was nothing available. Regardless, Jeff decides that we’re heading to Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse at 6:45pm to try our odds. And of course, the hostess tells us to take a hike. But oh no,  Jeff digs in his heels. The hostess he spoke to over the phone said to try walking in and seeing what’s available, and that’s all Jeff needed to make it Ruth’s Chris’ problem, not ours. So he asked to speak with the manager. Oh great, here we go. I discreetly slip into the bar and take a seat so I’m unassociated with whatever scene is about to unfold. The next thing I know, the bartender is giving us free drinks and apologizing for messing up our table and within 10 minutes, we had a table for two on a Saturday night at Ruth’s Chris – Valentine’s Day weekend! It turns out; the “pregnant wife” excuse really works! All Jeff had to do while talking to the manager is point in my direction – the unassuming pregnant girl sipping a Shirley Temple in the corner, completely obvlious – and say; “C’mon man, I’m here with my pregnant wife, I parked the car in valet, I just want to see if we can work something out.”

And viola! We were in like Flynn!

From that point on, Jeff must’ve told the entire wait staff that I’m pregnant. At first I thought he was telling people to justify our seat. You know like; look, she’s preggers, please take pity on us. But he said he’s just “so proud” that he wants to tell people. When the hostess offered me the wine list, he pointed out that I won’t need that since I’m pregnant. When I ordered a Shirley Temple from the waiter, he has to let the waiter know it’s because I’m pregnant. Maybe he thinks they’re wondering WTF is wrong with me for drinking a kiddie cocktail on Valentine’s Day?!

And by his fourth mixed cocktail (he really puts the pregnant sober driver to good use on the weekends!), as the waitress is clearing our plates, he tells her; “my wife is pregnant and as you can see, she loves to eat,” as he strolls off to the bathroom. The waitress seemed flustered, trying to make me feel better for that wildly insulting comment and stuttered out; “I, I love to eat too!” I chuckle and simply add; “Who doesn’t?” as I silently curse Jeff’s name. Jeff is so clueless – he actually thought that was a funny statement about his “cute little pregnant wife”. He still has lots to learn. (For the record, I had to take all of my food to go, so idk what he’s talking about!!) And finally, for the umpteenth time, as the valet pulls the car up to the corner, Jeff hands the guy a tip and the guy informs him that valet is $7. Jeff, realizing he goofed, said; “Well, I discounted it since you made my pregnant wife walk to the car.”

Jeez, I’m not the first pregnant woman to walk this earth, but to Jeff, I might as well be because it’s all new to him! So I’m here to say that whenever necessary, use that pregnancy excuse while you can! Get a table on a busy Saturday night at a fancy restaurant. Stick out that belly and get that seat on the train that someone will inevitably give to you. And milk all the TLC from your husband for all its worth. Who knows how long all this attention is going to last, so soak it all in baby!

Baby bump watching continues – week 18!

So I’m definitely pregnant looking now. It’s still a peak-a-boo turtle bump, if you will. It stays small in the mornings and comes out in the evenings! According to Babycenter.com, at 18 weeks the baby is 5 1/2 inches long, about the length of a bell pepper and he/she weighs 7 ounces. The baby is busy flexing his arms and legs – movement I should feel in the coming days and weeks, but I haven’t noticed it yet. I lay in bed at night holding my stomach just willing the baby to move! But I assume since it’s my bedtime, the baby has probably already settled into a nice snooze! Just 15 more days until my ultrasound to find out the gender! I’m getting excited! So far guesses from friends and coworkers have ranged from a girl to a boy. Ha! I guess we’ll just have to wait and see! :)

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P.S. Not my belly!

A question I get often is whether I have a feeling I’m having a boy or a girl. The answer is no – I have no feeling either way. But, determined to help me out, sometimes people will study my belly as if the answer is going to become so clear based on how I’m carrying – low or high, wide or basketball-style. I hear people say; “I just felt it. I knew it was a boy, or a girl.” Or once I read Katie Holmes say in a magazine; “I was craving pink the whole pregnancy.” How exactly do you crave a color? For people who just “have a feeling,” I’m here to tell ya that you have a 50/50 chance at getting it right. So if you have a boy and you had a feeling you were, you’re not psychic or more “one with your belly” than the next gal. You just got lucky – and the odds were halfway in your favor!

I just finished reading an EXCELLENT book co-authored by two OBGYNs entitled “Hands Off My Belly: The Pregnant Woman’s Guide to Myths, Mothers, and Moods.” It basically dispels all the myths and old wives tales that we’ve all heard for decades and in many cases, believed to be true, from the first trimester to delivery. As I read this book I felt like I was definitely growing wiser about this whole pregnancy thing and starting to recognize fact from fiction when well-meaning people gave me advice. But before this book, you better believe I was trying the old wedding ring on string over my belly trick in which it’s a girl if the ring moves back and forth and a boy if it moves in a circular motion. For your info, it moved back and forth all three times I tried it, so I’m definitely having a girl. Or am I?

I thought I’d share some of the ah-ha moments I had while reading the chapter on “Gender Myths” so we can stop falling prey to these tales that have just been handed down from generation to generation but with no basis in medical facts. Let’s begin…

How you carry your baby gives a clue to its gender

Anything from the height and weight of the mother to her pelvic bony structure plays a factor on how a woman carries a baby. An itsy bitsy penis on the other hand, cannot cause you to *hang low*, so to speak.

A fetal heartbeat lower than 140 beats per minute is a boy and above 140 is a girl

Depending on the arousal of the fetus, the heart rate can fluctuate from 130 to 110 to 150 from day to day. It also depends on if the baby is awake or asleep when you’re connected to a Doppler at the doctor’s office. How this became indicative of a boy or a girl has left these OBGYN’s puzzled in their research. The first time I heard the baby’s heartbeat at 14 weeks I remember my doc uttering the number 150 and then this week I heard the heartbeat again and it was 140. So according to this gender “indicator,” I’m having a girl based on the first time I heard the heartbeat….but with the latest being 140, it could go either way!

The good ole Chinese Calendar

For fun, the authors went through a small sample set of patients in their practice to see how closely the Chinese Calendar matches up with the actual gender of the babies. They actually found that in 9 out of 10 cases the calendar was correct. But they’re quick to say there’re too many variables that are not accounted for in the Chinese Calendar, as the calendar is too basic. And according to the Chinese Calendar, I’m having a boy!

Hey! What about the heartbeat and the ring on a string motion? I thought I was having a girl??

You must be having a boy because your husband has only brothers

This is what I’ve always thought – I’m going to have three boys because the male gene is so dominant in my husband’s family. But according to our author docs, gender does not run in the family. Women can only donate an X chromosome to her fetus and a man can either donate an X or Y – but it’s totally at random. The authors said it best here: “for a male to only give Y chromosomes to a female partner, it would be counterintuitive to the propagation of our species.” At some point, women are needed in this world to carry future generations to life.

Other quick myths are:

If you already have two boys or two girls, then your next baby will be the same sex – false!

If the pregnant woman craves spicy or tart foods, then she’s having a boy – false!

If the baby tightens up in your stomach like a ball, then you’re having a boy – false!

Faster hair growth on your leg means you’re having a boy – false!

The missionary position makes boys – false!

If you prefer lying on your left side, you’re having a girl – false!

I really felt like I learned a lot from reading this book, so I highly recommend it to moms-to-be out there. Why go into all this blindly? I definitely feel better and have less anxiety about things after reading this. I’ve read all about things like keeping your placenta after birth – to eating it – to planting it with a tree (a placenta tree!), to storing your blood chord, and more! I plan to do future posts on other interesting tid-bits from this book because there’re so many goodies.

Bloggy Note: I know this was more of an educational post vs. my usual hilariously funny, have you on your knees bent over laughing out load post, but occasionally I need to make sure you get your money’s worth on this blog. Not that you’re paying me…………………

Were there any old wives tales or myths that you’ve always believed in that just got shattered above, or any you want to share that I didn’t mention?

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As soon as I heard someone utter the phrase “babymoon” a couple months back, I immediately informed my husband that we needed to take a last hoorah babymoon to Hawaii. I mean, if this is like a thing that lots of expectant parents do, we obvy have to do it too. Then, last Sunday I was reading in my weekly Babycenter.com email that now is the time to start taking mini babymoons over the weekend to cool destinations to reconnect with the hubby. But before I even had a chance to suggest it to my husband, he calls me up at work on Tuesday and says; “Hey, what do you think about taking a little trip up to Northern California along the coast and staying in a little cottage this weekend? It’ll be our chance to reconnect.”

Um…could he beeeeeee a better husband right now?

He then mentioned that there is no TV, no internet connection – probably bad cell service, and barely any restaurants. Suddenly this little trip is starting to sound less appealing. Come on, no internet? But I wanted to show Jeff that I could “rough it”. So we hopped in the car on Friday night and drove three hours up the coast through super windy, barf inducing narrow streets and arrived at our cottage in Mendocino County.  If the house had a backdoor, it would be a shotgun shack. There was a roaring fire cooking in the old time fireplace, eggs from the hen house in a basket on our kitchen table, and loads of simplistic charm. I woke up on Saturday morning to a sunny little cottage and the smell of coffee and bacon – just like my Granny’s house (God rest her soul!). Jeff had laid blueberry pancakes on a plate for me and was looking oh so cute as he scrambled up the fresh eggs that were in the basket the night before. I could seriously get used to this! We ate breakfast at the little two-top kitchen table that separated the kitchen from the family room and marveled about how this is so different than anything we’ve ever done before!

My dog Indy on "happycrack"

Fortunately, the weather this past weekend was abnormally beautiful for this time of year, so we enjoyed blue skies and 70 degrees as we trekked across the street with our dog Indy in toe and headed down to the beach. Man, was it gorgeous! We let little Indy off leash and threw sticks with him for about an hour and I’ve never seen that little pup happier! He was getting bolder with the water and playing around in it, and at one point he just started spinning in 360 degree circles like a mad man on happycrack! It almost brought tears to my eyes! And I thought; if it makes me this happy to see my dog enjoying himself, imagine how it will feel taking my kid to the park or something! Then we headed back up to the cottage and got some snacks and a book and sat outside in the Adirondack chairs and enjoyed the sun for the rest of the afternoon. We finished the evening off with dinner overlooking the ocean, and a game of pool at a local bar (which we’ve NEVER played together and it was so fun!) and we were back home by 8:30pm. Man, it felt like the longest day ever and it was still relatively early for a Saturday evening!

This little trip was a great time to reconnect with the husb and just talk and listen to each other without all the distractions of TVs, phones, laptops, etc. taking our attention away from each other. I felt like we grew closer and laughed more than we have together in a long time. It was SO refreshing and I highly recommend everyone take a little babymoon to the boonies with their husband – even if you aren’t pregnant! But this still doesn’t mean I’m giving up on that last hoorah in Hawaii!!

Baby bump watch continues – week 17!

So you know how every pregnant woman kind of “pops” at some point in her pregnancy and she’s no longer mistaken for a non-pregnant person? Well, week 16 – and definitely this past weekend – was when I popped! Jeff just kept looking at me smiling and saying how neat it was that I’m showing now! He said he feels like he has to tell everyone that I’m pregnant when he’s talking to them. I said; “Why, so they don’t just think I’m fat or something? Haha!” He said; “No, because I’m so proud.” AWWWWW. Seriously, this new man is giving me a freagin’ toothache because he’s so sweet these days! (And I love it!)

It wasn’t until Jeff took this photo of me at dinner on Saturday night that I realized just how pregnant I was starting to look! It was kind of shocking but heart melting too. Aww…finally, physical proof that there’s without a doubt a little bubba in there!

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