6/19/12

No rest for the pregnant


This statement isn’t entirely true, but I do find it difficult to sleep when I must get up every 2 hours (almost on the dot) to pee in the middle of the night. I think that Stella is preparing me for when she arrives and needs to eat in the middle of the night. By the way, who thought it up that it was okay for babies to eat in the middle of the night? Aren’t midnight snacks discouraged once you get older? I have a feeling that she will be on her dad’s sleeping schedule, which is night owl and sleeping in. Me, I’m more of a morning person. I prefer to get up early and rested and not “waste the day”. God I sound like I am 80 years old.

Things around here have been loud at night. Not because we are party animals, but because mother nature has been showing her power in the form of Thunder storms and hail and wind during the evening hours. I can sleep through almost anything and thankfully did last night. Dru on the other hand is a worrier. He made the whole family (Stan and Molly included) pack it up on Sunday night and spend some time in the basement. I was not a happy wife. But it did get me thinking as I grabbed my laptop, purse, ipad, phone and some shoes and walked/waddled my huge body downstairs. Why did I grab what I did when the sirens were going off? Why were these particular items most important to me? What would you grab if the tornado sirens were going off at your house, do you have “non replaceable items”? I am always wearing my wedding rings so those I didn’t have to think about. And we had the whole family packed into the basement already. Stella wasn’t thrilled to be sleeping on the hard downstairs bed, nor was I. But it made me think that I am going to start needing a real plan once she arrives. What do I need to do to make sure that she is always safe. Do I need to start thinking about life insurance and all those grown up things that I don’t want to think about? GAH…

6/18/12

Peace


You know that feeling, that completely relaxed everything is great I feel like I’m on a vacation with no care in the world feeling?

I have it today. No I’m not on vacation, or sitting next to a pool sipping delicious beverages working on my tan reading a great book. I’m actually in my house working, with the AC turned up high running on 5 or 6 hours of sleep and 30ish weeks pregnant. But I have a calm feeling running through my veins. I feel at peace, relaxed and not anxious or nervous or scared. I can’t remember the last time that I felt this way but I must admit that it feels amazing.

I think that part of this feeling can be attributed to the fact that we got to see baby girl on ultrasound this morning. Her sweet chubby cheeks and little nose and sweet lips and long legs assured me that everything is going great and everything is going to be great. I’m good at this, I’m growing a baby girl who is growing and thriving and I feel amazing. Yes I have the normal aches and pains associated with lugging around a few extra lbs, my skin could be clearer (weirdest pregnancy symptom EVER if you ask me), and I get up to pee way too many times a night. But I have no complaints. I can’t wait until Dru and I get to meet our sweet baby girl. He is going to be the best dad ever and it was so sweet seeing him see our baby girl this morning.

So enough of my happy rainbow filled day, but this is what spoke to me this morning and I wanted to share. 

6/7/12

So Close - Yet So Far Away


Holy crap I’m 2/3 of the way done. Yes, I’ve entered the 3rd trimester of pregnancy and I can hardly believe it myself.

Things have been insanely busy around here and quite frankly I can’t really decide what I want to blog about. I’m fully convinced that my blog was much more exciting when I had some wine to loosen up my typing fingers. Some of my best inspiration came from drinking wine, and since I’ve been off that bandwagon for about 27 weeks (or 24 ½ give or take a few days, I didn’t actually know I was pregnant for a few weeks, give me a break). The blog has suffered.

Hopefully sleepless nights will also bring about good blog fodder? Because the weird thing is that I don’t crave wine or booze or cigarettes (yes I did smoke on occasion before I was pregnant) AT ALL. Not saying that I will be a non-drinker once Stella comes about (or that I was an alcoholic before she was conceived) but I can’t imagine parenting with a hangover and I’ll be attempting the breastfeeding adventure and a drunk baby isn’t a good thing (so I’ve heard).

And to wrap things up and to be an over-sharer. I’ve officially gained 25 lbs in 27 weeks of pregnancy. I guess if you think about it is isn’t THAT bad, except for the fact that she (Stella) only weighs about 2 or 2.5 lbs at this point. Dru keeps on telling me that I don’t “look” pregnant anywhere other than my belly, so I am just going to keep on believing him even if he is obligated to say these things. I did have to remind him that it wasn’t JUST me who created this child so I was gifted at least one or two minor bitch sessions about how huge or gross I felt.