Every Friday night is like Christmas Eve for me - I go to bed excited for the next morning. I love being able to cross off the last week, read about what the new week might/should/could/will/maybe bring and be that much closer to meeting peanut!
I finally have a legitimate reason to look forward to the weekend again!!!! =D
Hanie
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
T- 4 Months!
Whoa! The last 5 months have just been easy-peasy! Now, it is time to buckle down and get things done!
Only 4 months (give or take, obviously!) until my EDD and I am starting to get nervous, restless and slightly panicked. 120 days is not long at all - in fact, it sounds a heck of a lot longer then it is! I still have to get her nursery in order, set up her registry, finish her quilt and dresses, get maternity pictures set up, go to a shower and find a new apartment!
Yeah- that is all totally doable in 4 months. Not stressful at all.
UGH!
At least we are going to do the registry this weekend - though it took coaxing, begging and then just pure blackmail to get Jason to head up to EC to get this done. Apparently 120 days in man-time is Eons......
I do have to applaud him though - he has taken our "just fine" Accord and has been tearing it apart for the last few weeks. It is a fairly new car but it needed a bit of work so he is just starting at the front and working his way back. My front bumper has not been this straight since Father Time decided to pull a "left on a red" and I had to do a crazy Mario Kart maneuver to keep from sending him to eternity!
It is also cherry red again; so it looks more parental and less ghetto. That is always a good thing.
He is such a good and excited daddy!
I am growing each day and she is getting stronger by leaps and bounds. We have went from flutters to very obvious parental abuse. Jason has even got to feel her a few times. For now, though, she is just mine. I read her Jane Austen when she is fluttering around in the early mornings, we listen to music in the early afternoon so that she will be well versed in Clapton, The Who and Tupac. We watch Whale Wars so she knows her future missions and when I do yoga she does her own form of flipping and baby bends in there. She is already a pretty awesome little peanut and I want to enjoy the next 4 months with her but I also need to see her little face so if December could get her - not fast - just "timely"..... that would be super sweet!
Off to sew! The "clack-clack" of the machine gets her going!
Hanie
Only 4 months (give or take, obviously!) until my EDD and I am starting to get nervous, restless and slightly panicked. 120 days is not long at all - in fact, it sounds a heck of a lot longer then it is! I still have to get her nursery in order, set up her registry, finish her quilt and dresses, get maternity pictures set up, go to a shower and find a new apartment!
Yeah- that is all totally doable in 4 months. Not stressful at all.
UGH!
At least we are going to do the registry this weekend - though it took coaxing, begging and then just pure blackmail to get Jason to head up to EC to get this done. Apparently 120 days in man-time is Eons......
I do have to applaud him though - he has taken our "just fine" Accord and has been tearing it apart for the last few weeks. It is a fairly new car but it needed a bit of work so he is just starting at the front and working his way back. My front bumper has not been this straight since Father Time decided to pull a "left on a red" and I had to do a crazy Mario Kart maneuver to keep from sending him to eternity!
It is also cherry red again; so it looks more parental and less ghetto. That is always a good thing.
He is such a good and excited daddy!
(excuse the face.....situation. I was tired, it was early and the camera decided to be a jerk)
I am growing each day and she is getting stronger by leaps and bounds. We have went from flutters to very obvious parental abuse. Jason has even got to feel her a few times. For now, though, she is just mine. I read her Jane Austen when she is fluttering around in the early mornings, we listen to music in the early afternoon so that she will be well versed in Clapton, The Who and Tupac. We watch Whale Wars so she knows her future missions and when I do yoga she does her own form of flipping and baby bends in there. She is already a pretty awesome little peanut and I want to enjoy the next 4 months with her but I also need to see her little face so if December could get her - not fast - just "timely"..... that would be super sweet!
Off to sew! The "clack-clack" of the machine gets her going!
Hanie
Saturday, August 4, 2012
22 Weeks!
Only 2 more weeks left in my 2nd trimester and I couldn't be more excited! It is so strange to think that in about 4 months I am going to be a mom. It blows my mind about 50 times a day when I think about it. To think - a month ago I was utterly clueless about her and now; she is banging around in there like she owns the place!
I am slowly starting to round out and look and feel more pregnant. Some days I am bigger then others - but I am finally able to wear my maternity shorts without the belly sliding down, so I can toss the belly band in the closet! At least I have made it out of the "I look like I have been skipping the gym and hooning down sweets 24/7; not a preggo" phase; that was a retched time.
Before it was "ohmygod! It's Jabba-the-Hut!" Now, little old ladies stop to chat and guys hold doors for me. Yesterday, a guy let me skip in line and I had more items then him! I can't wait until I am bigger! I won't have to do anything! =D Another reason to love the Midwest - most people are so darn polite. Usually is bugs the hell out of me; I am not really the epitome of politeness. But when I am on the receiving end - pile it on; Momma likes!
I had my "first" belly-rub attempt by a stranger. I successfully thwarted it, much to the poor little lady's dismay. Sorry. But if you want to be creepy to strangers, ask first. Don't just Rascal on by and try to do a drive-by rub of a random women's belly.
What if I was not pregnant?! I would knock her off her scooter!
I thought I wouldn't mind people wanting to swoon all over the sweet baby bump but I have quickly realized that I live in a town populated by hill people and the only ones that want to touch my belly - make me want to cry. Plus, I find they have to stare at you for roughly 5 minutes to figure out if you are, indeed, pregnant; before strutting up to you to drop some unwanted knowledge while attempting to molest the belly region. This momma is not having any of that so I now push a cart whenever possible, even if I am just getting one item. A buffer zone is a pregnant women's best friend.
I am becoming more neurotic. If that is at all possible. After I started feeling her move, I started keeping track - like a woman possessed. Now, if she does not move as often as normal or I am feeling especially hormonal; I will become a basket case and torture the poor girl with pokes, wiggles and tapping until she nails a probably important organ in retribution. She already has a little schedule so I will sit and wait for the "show" to begin and if it does not happen - I become a spaz. So I have been sewing to keep busy and my mind on other things. She is going to have so many blankets, dresses and cute crap in her nursery when she gets here!
I came to the sad and stark realization a few weeks ago that I am going to be "that mother." The one that stands over the child while the sleep, making sure they are still breathing. Except, I am going to take it to far and will probably still be doing it when she is 16.......because she won't be leaving the house until college; and even then - I might go with her!
I am looking forward to week 24 - then I think I will rest a bit easier. I just want to be in the home stretch.........I am not quite prepare for December and the actual delivery but I figure that I will just deal with that when "this" whole situation becomes more real. Like when I finally have her nursery underway. Or I buy her first outfit. Right now, I have bought her 3 books. I suck - I know. So much for spoiling her. But in all honesty, I still feel dazy when I think about it. I was never - NEVER - supposed to have biological children. 3 doctors told me that; multiple times after hundreds of test. Jason and I even tried for a few years but gave up when the economy took a dump. So I still don't believe it until she finds a really good spot to start practicing her gymnastics or plays johnny-jump-up on my bladder. Then, when she is "sleeping" I start not believing again. Being punch-drunk on happiness and bliss is rather lovely and I will stay here for as long as possible, thankyouverymuch!
Well I best go and pack! I am off to my parents house this weekend for my Granny's birthday. This will be the first time I have seen my Gran or sister since they found out and the first time my mom will see me "round." Dad got a sneak peak last week when we went to lunch but I have gotten bigger!
Tschuss!
ACB's VERY happy Momma!
Oh! I will start posting belly pics - when I have a belly. She is currently hiding near my bladder and really low so I have a weird pouch most of the time. When she decides to play next time, I will snap one.
I am slowly starting to round out and look and feel more pregnant. Some days I am bigger then others - but I am finally able to wear my maternity shorts without the belly sliding down, so I can toss the belly band in the closet! At least I have made it out of the "I look like I have been skipping the gym and hooning down sweets 24/7; not a preggo" phase; that was a retched time.
Before it was "ohmygod! It's Jabba-the-Hut!" Now, little old ladies stop to chat and guys hold doors for me. Yesterday, a guy let me skip in line and I had more items then him! I can't wait until I am bigger! I won't have to do anything! =D Another reason to love the Midwest - most people are so darn polite. Usually is bugs the hell out of me; I am not really the epitome of politeness. But when I am on the receiving end - pile it on; Momma likes!
I had my "first" belly-rub attempt by a stranger. I successfully thwarted it, much to the poor little lady's dismay. Sorry. But if you want to be creepy to strangers, ask first. Don't just Rascal on by and try to do a drive-by rub of a random women's belly.
What if I was not pregnant?! I would knock her off her scooter!
I thought I wouldn't mind people wanting to swoon all over the sweet baby bump but I have quickly realized that I live in a town populated by hill people and the only ones that want to touch my belly - make me want to cry. Plus, I find they have to stare at you for roughly 5 minutes to figure out if you are, indeed, pregnant; before strutting up to you to drop some unwanted knowledge while attempting to molest the belly region. This momma is not having any of that so I now push a cart whenever possible, even if I am just getting one item. A buffer zone is a pregnant women's best friend.
I am becoming more neurotic. If that is at all possible. After I started feeling her move, I started keeping track - like a woman possessed. Now, if she does not move as often as normal or I am feeling especially hormonal; I will become a basket case and torture the poor girl with pokes, wiggles and tapping until she nails a probably important organ in retribution. She already has a little schedule so I will sit and wait for the "show" to begin and if it does not happen - I become a spaz. So I have been sewing to keep busy and my mind on other things. She is going to have so many blankets, dresses and cute crap in her nursery when she gets here!
I came to the sad and stark realization a few weeks ago that I am going to be "that mother." The one that stands over the child while the sleep, making sure they are still breathing. Except, I am going to take it to far and will probably still be doing it when she is 16.......because she won't be leaving the house until college; and even then - I might go with her!
I am looking forward to week 24 - then I think I will rest a bit easier. I just want to be in the home stretch.........I am not quite prepare for December and the actual delivery but I figure that I will just deal with that when "this" whole situation becomes more real. Like when I finally have her nursery underway. Or I buy her first outfit. Right now, I have bought her 3 books. I suck - I know. So much for spoiling her. But in all honesty, I still feel dazy when I think about it. I was never - NEVER - supposed to have biological children. 3 doctors told me that; multiple times after hundreds of test. Jason and I even tried for a few years but gave up when the economy took a dump. So I still don't believe it until she finds a really good spot to start practicing her gymnastics or plays johnny-jump-up on my bladder. Then, when she is "sleeping" I start not believing again. Being punch-drunk on happiness and bliss is rather lovely and I will stay here for as long as possible, thankyouverymuch!
Well I best go and pack! I am off to my parents house this weekend for my Granny's birthday. This will be the first time I have seen my Gran or sister since they found out and the first time my mom will see me "round." Dad got a sneak peak last week when we went to lunch but I have gotten bigger!
Tschuss!
ACB's VERY happy Momma!
Oh! I will start posting belly pics - when I have a belly. She is currently hiding near my bladder and really low so I have a weird pouch most of the time. When she decides to play next time, I will snap one.
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