Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Baby Shower Photos / 35 weeks













I'm still alive. And pregnant.

Yep, still alive, still pregnant. More pregnant than ever, in fact. I am 35 weeks while still holding strong, it is starting to get uncomfortable. I had some killer back pain last week, and the baby loves karate which makes it hard to get comfy any time of the day. And the worst of it all must be the exhaustion. I am just so darn tired. I can't even get into nesting after a full day of work. But I am grateful for my child's strong kicks and for my husband who helps out more and more each day even after his own much longer work day. I did let the baby know, in the nicest way possible, that I am pretty much ready so as soon as he/she finished up in there, a quick exit would be best. We will see if we have a baby that listens.

I wish I didn't have to work these last few weeks, and I could just enjoy the time, but I decided early on that I would rather have as much time with the baby after he/she is born and so everyday I drag myself into work and stare at a computer for roughly 10 hours. Once I get home the last thing I want to do is look at a computer again, so I am behind on pictures. Which is a shame because I have some very cute photos from my baby shower last Saturday.

Thanks to the three most amazing women in the world, Kyle, my mom, and my sister, I had an unbelievably cute baby shower complete with fun games, delicious food, and very generous gifts. Which of course reminds me that I need to write up some thank yous! And finish homework. And finish baby crafting. And buy some baby essentials that we didn't receive. And steam clean the carpets. Hmmm, now I remember why I prefer to nap on the couch after work. Once I think of one thing I have to do, I suddenly remember the whole damn list.

Completely unrelated, I wanted to share one other thought. I don't have a large social circle, but I do have a very deep one. Sometimes I feel uninteresting, or unappealing, or just plain awkward since not many people seem to get me, or even really like that me that much. I'm sure a lot of that is the energy that I put out, that I already assume that people won't "get" me, but for whatever reason, I feel pretty over looked pretty often. But what I really should be more focused on is that the people that do love me, love me a lot. And I appreciate and love those people more than I could really ever express... They keep me sane, and that is saying a lot!

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

34 Weeks

I am now in my 35th week of pregnancy and besides the fact that I can't bend down, I'm still doing pretty well. My house isn't "bring a newborn home" clean since it's too far out to do that, and my nursery isn't completed because IKEA doesn't open until next week, and we don't have a car seat or stroller or really any of the requisite gear because we are waiting until after the baby shower (Saturday!). Basically we are in limbo. Chillin' and waiting for the baby. It's been good though, since we are taking the time to do things like nap freely and drive aimlessly in the mountains.

We had our hospital tour a few Saturdays ago, which put me at ease. The hospital's policy is basically whatever the patient and the doctor agree on. Hundreds of visitors in and out of the labor? Cool, if that is what you want. Prefer the nurses make up something about strictly enforced visitor hours? OK, no problem. And there is a big jetted tub in every bathroom for labor, plus squat bars, birthing balls, wireless fetal monitors, free valet parking, and free room service for mom (and a small fee if anyone else wants room service). The hospital believes in bonding right away and not only places the baby on you immediately (when possible, of course), but they try to keep the baby in the room with mom as much as they can (most tests are even done bedside). In the event the baby needs to go to the NICU, there are beds in each room so the mom's can stay with the baby (I guess that is fairly rare). I still have zero relationship with any of the 4 doctors that might potentially deliver my baby, but between the hospital and Rob's promise of being a strong advocate, I am pretty calm and comfortable about the situation.

I am actually more calm about everything than I imagined I would be. Maybe it's denial or maybe it is just that I really don't have to be high-stung about every little detail in my life. I want to enjoy my baby and I think somewhere along the way it struck me that the more I try to control things the more unhappy I am bound to be. I still have my moments, but overall, I'm doing well.

Rob is beyond excited. Everyday he asks me about "his baby." He listens to him/her move and tells the baby secrets. Seriously, he whispers so that I can't hear. And he has already mastered the art of using the child as a manipulation tool... Sunday he told me that he and the baby has talked it over, and it was time for a nap. Rob knew that I wasn't in the mood to nap, but how can I say no when he tells me that the baby and him both want one? So we napped. I stayed mostly awake, thinking about how happy and lucky I was to have Rob and this baby on the way.

Here are some pictures from this weekend. I'm on target for size so even though I am annoyed with the weight that accumulated all across my body, I am glad to hear that the baby is perfectly on track. Still no stretch marks so I have to be thankful for that small miracle.




Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Monsoon Season

The Monsoon Season has hit Colorado. Rain, and lots of it for the past week. I like rain well enough, but I hate that the rainy season cooincides with only time of the year that I actually fully enjoy living in Colorado - the summer. I hate being cold and I love tank tops, snow cones, and swimming, so the rain is really starting to get to me.

Not to mention that last night it came with the worst lightening storm I had ever seen. The news reported 9,000 strikes of lightening in one hour in the Denver Metro Area. It was like a strobe light from 9pm-10pm. The dogs were freaking out, I was freaking out (we have some big trees in our yard), and then once I told Rob I was having frequent Braxton Hicks contractions, he started freaking out too. Needless to say, we are all exhausted this morning. But on the bright side, our grass looks really green!

Saturday, July 9, 2011

4th of July

The 4th of July is Rob's birthday (26 this year), so it is always a little more hectic than the average holiday. This year was low-key but busy, with chores on Saturday (our swamp cooler is fixed!); breakfast at Snooze on Sunday morning followed by the pool and dinner with my family; then lunch with his family on Monday followed by a party at friends' house.

Unrelated, this last week I hit 32 weeks. Still going strong, but i can definitely tell I'm pregnant. I'm just all around awkward these days.





Friday, July 1, 2011

Quick Post

Some bump pictures from last few weeks:





I am going to get my words together this weekend, but in the meantime I had a few photos to share.

Also, it is July 1st. My baby is due in August. Technically it is two months, since I'm not due until August 29th, but... I can now get away with saying that I am due "next month." NEXT MONTH! That is crazy!!! I thought it was going to take forever to get to this point and now I feel so unprepared!