May 21st, 2013
As of today my sister is off on a 27 month long journey that will change her life forever.
My littest sister Rosh is heading to Armenia to serve in the Peace Corps.
Rosh has always been different from me and Min. More daring. Less cautious. Braver. More outspoken, but thoughtfully. And less content with “the norm.” She has huge dreams and goals that go beyond a desk and a salary and boring security. She wants to see the world, touch it and change it and help it.
I often wondered how Rosh’s unique, amazing qualities would translate post college. Now that her path is set, the Peace Corps just makes so much sense. When she studied abroad in Fiji it really changed her – in amazing ways – and I can’t wait to see what Armenia does for her. And of course, what she does for them!
I am so proud of you Rosh. So are Mom and Min and Brian and the pugs and even little unborn beebee. It kills me that you’ll miss the baby shower and other fun events, but you are needed somewhere else more than you are here. You have a job to do and it’s not just filing or customer service or other things that didn’t inspire you. Your job is important and life changing and something to be endlessly proud of. You will come back a different, better person. I can’t wait to hear how this new chapter unfolds! I love you!
If you want to follow Rosh’s Armenian adventures, check out her blog, Rosie’s Armenian Adventure!
May 20th, 2013
I really need to start updating besides just my Monday bump posts! Sorry all (well, anyone who wishes I posted more) but things have been busy! Work, sleep, eat, repeat. I still have to recap my trip to NJ from more than a month ago though, so hopefully I’ll get that up in the next week or so. However, this week I’m traveling for work most of the time so it’ll be quiet. It just takes so much out of me to travel! Maybe I’ll make that my June goal- get updated and share more! Anyway, here is my update for 19 weeks! And, rocking my Origami Owl necklace of course!
19 Weeks (5/20/2013)
How far along? 19 weeks
Baby’s Size: Mango
Maternity clothes? The best! I try to avoid non-maternity clothes now. As you can see in the above picture, I’ve switched from my pre-preg skinnies to maternity leggings. The skinnies were just too hot for May in FL, and starting to be too restrictive on my belly. I LOVE the leggings I got from A Pea in the Pod, SO pricey but amazing and not at all see-through. I’m glad I got the weekly pic t-shirt a size big so it’s long enough to wear with leggings, too.
Best moment this week: Going to the chiropractor! (The bad part was finding out they charge as much with my stupid insurance as without – the fault of my stingy insurance, unfortunately. But it did help.) I’m really trying to fight this sciatic nerve / hip pain head on so I’m not miserable by the fall.
Miss anything? Not really this week. Feeling normal, I guess! At least my new normal.
Movement: Maybe? I’ve had a bunch of strong feelings that are like gas bubbles but in my lower abdomen. 90% of the time I’m sure it’s not actual gas, but it definitely isn’t “oh that’s clearly a kick.” I know by now many women have no issue feeling their baby move, and I realize I’m not there yet because of this stupid anterior placenta. Understandable, but frustrating. This week it really started to freak me out. One week and a day til my next appointment, and it can’t come soon enough. I’m sick of not feeling baby because it makes me nervous! What if something is wrong? I have no idea what is going on in there. I’d love that reassurance of kicks and punches.
Food cravings: I really wanted pigs in a blanket this week so I made them a few times with mini turkey lil smokies. Delicious!
Anything making you queasy or sick: Still nothing specific. I did get through Saturday easily without meds for nausea! But Sunday I couldn’t survive. Hoping to kick the nausea soon.
Gender: Still know, still not telling!
Labor signs: Nope.
Symptoms: Still nauseous, still walking like a 96 year old, but at least it may be getting better!
Belly button in or out? So far in it’s got it’s own belly button INSIDE my belly button. Not really, but it might as well.
Happy or moody most of the time: Moody. I had a crazy emotional week. Everything makes me nervous/upset. Sorry Big Daddy! He gets to feel the brunt of it.
Looking forward to: Kicks, still. And seeing baby again a week from tomorrow. Seems like such a long time from now!!! Also- this seems so selfish to say – but I love seeing things disappear off of baby’s registry and get marked as “fulfilled.” It just makes it feel real!!! Plus, I love getting packages, and seeing little beebee’s room get filled up.
Back to the real world! Can’t wait to update in the coming weeks and confirm gender then share with you all… only about a month and a half to go!
May 13th, 2013
Where has the time gone? I feel like the weeks are flying by. And don’t mind my enthused face in this picture… the one with the best light was the one where I looked bored. I need to stop rushing these, but thus is the life of a couple with opposite schedules!
18 Weeks (5/13/2013)
How far along? 18 weeks
Baby’s Size: Sweet Potato
Maternity clothes? Loving them every chance I can! I still fit into some pre-pregnancy clothes (I was right in my post yesterday- up about 3 1/2 pounds thus far) but I look less than awesome in most of them. Awkward would be the best word.
Best moment this week: Talking and thinking about Mother’s Day, spending Saturday with B and celebrating our first pre-Mother’s Day together. Besides that, this week was very hard due to work travel, so I was just glad to relax a bit. ALSO, we had our first registry item purchases, and 1/2 of them arrived! That was exciting and made everything more “real.” It seems to get “realer” every week!
Miss anything? Family. Not pregnancy related but I’m missing my family this week! Especially since my youngest sister leaves in a week for her Peace Corps assignment.
Movement: None that I can be 100% sure of. I’ve been obsessed with this lately. After seeing baby so active, and seeing ladies on October boards talk about the movement they’re feeling, I’ve been anxious to say the least. Finding out baby’s gender made us even more connected, I know when I can feel his/her kicks it will just be even more amazing. Damn placenta. I’m so pissed about that. Stupid backwards uterus!
Food cravings: Sweets!!!! I’ve been on a sweets kick this week. I won’t admit how much ice cream is in our fridge, or how much of B’s gummy candy I had to “taste.”
Anything making you queasy or sick: Still the same, and still no rhyme or reason!
Gender: Still know, still not telling!
Labor signs: Nope.
Symptoms: The same as always. Nauseous, peeing 24/7, emotional. The hip/sciatic nerve pain has amped up though. I can’t find a comfortable way to sleep for the life of me. Today I wondered about the costs of a hip replacement. That’s how delightful it’s been!
Belly button in or out? Innie. So deep I still look like I’m just a girl who chases her 5 lb burritos with Big Gulps three times a day. I welcome the opportunity for it to pop out!
Happy or moody most of the time: Still riding the crazy emotional roller coaster! Last week’s work travel was a bit insane and I was feeling frustrated and down due to being so hectic, but the weekend rejuvenated me. Also some dear friends of ours in Indiana shared their baby news with us today, which TOTALLY made my week!
Looking forward to: Feeling baby kick me! I’m sure I’ll regret that statement in a few months but boy would I love it right now! I’ve felt a few things that are questionable (was that a kick? Or just my pulse? Or my creaky knuckles? Or gas? Or digesting food?) and I would love to be experiencing it the way other October moms are. One even said her baby kicks more when she’s wearing pre-preg (aka tighter) pants! How adorable is that?! I feel like I’m currently torturing baby the hour I lay in bed, just pressing on my belly!
I feel like I said everything I really needed to (aka verbal diarrhea) in my Mother’s Day post yesterday. So I’m going to go relax my bum hips and watch Dancing With The Stars! Have a great week, everyone!
May 12th, 2013
Every Mother’s Day, I have been excited to remind my mom how much she means to me. I don’t remember much about when I was YOUNGER-younger (except once saying I couldn’t tell the Mother’s Day gift we got her, but “you wear them on your ears”) and she may have been “sOoOooOo meannnn” when I was in high school, but my appreciation for her was always there on Mother’s Day. My relationship with her really did change throughout those years, though.
You see, my mom was (and still kind of is) scary. She was always friendly with us, but not in the way some moms are “OMG total BFF” with their kids. She would not allow gossip and certainly never bad talked anyone. She had rules for us to follow and we had simple expectations to meet. We had to do school sports, or work. We couldn’t be “lumps” (one of my favorite pastimes!) and we always had to help out around the house. We weren’t allowed to watch MTV or VH1. We had to earn things, they weren’t handed to us. We were expected to earn A’s and B’s. And if we messed up, there were consequences. Period.
I got away with some stuff in high school, sure. But mostly I didn’t. Mostly I got caught doing stupid things and got punished. Harshly Fairly. My friend Hooch reminisced recently with me about my grounding junior or senior year that kept getting extended – for months! – due to my bad attitude. I didn’t like it, but I knew I deserved my punishments. I never snuck out (except one time when I walked home my sister’s friend and then stopped by at a party for 5 minutes and then left, earning myself the nickname “schwing.”) I avoided doing a lot of questionable things I might have otherwise done, because I had a good, healthy fear of my parents – mostly my mom.
There was no feeling in the world like coming home on January 26, 2002 (we still refer to this incident as 1/26, that’s how bad it was) drunk out of my mind and puking everywhere. I knew I was in for it. People were calling my friends to check on me and they said “we’re not worried so much about Kelly having drank too much as we are about her mom killing her.” I remember very little about that night, but I do recall her silhouette in the window, waiting for me. (The next few months I was either at home, school, or church.) I had a few more lapses of judgement throughout the rest of my “drinking years” (ha) but I certainly learned from this. I would often in college make smarter decisions when I’d think about my mom’s reaction.
My mom committed 100% to mothering us properly. No-nonsense. I thought it was “omg so annoying” at the time, but now I appreciate it. Her resolve never wavered She never showed signs of being unsure of her parenting. She committed to it every day. I rarely saw her break. And she has three pretty darn good kids (if I do say so myself) to show for it. She always put us first. Sometimes it meant not having as much “fun” with us, or having us be mad at her, but she had the end game in mind: smart, responsible adults.
Now, my mom is one of my very best friends.
I can talk to her about anything now. She’ll always be honest with me when I ask her opinion. She’ll listen to me when I’m upset and offer suggestions if I ask for them. She’ll out-dance me at ANY wedding. I couldn’t ask for more! She inspires me to be a great mom (just like her) but also to be as active and passionate as she is. I can’t wait for our baby to have her as a grandma, he or she will be just as lucky as we were growing up.
I thought a lot about my mom today, but also about my beebee! This is one of those weird Mother’s Days where I can kind of celebrate but not really? Baby got to spend the day with me (as if he/she has a choice) while I ran errands.
(Sidenote: I got wished a Happy Mother’s Day in Home Depot so that MAY be my first stranger acknowledgement?!)
I feel so excited to introduce baby to our family and all the amazing people in it. Finding out baby’s gender (still a secret!!!) was incredible and it’s really changed my pregnancy. It was the first time I actually cried because it just made it so REAL. I was really nervous about finding out the gender and I am so glad we decided to just rip it off like a Band-Aid and stop my wondering! I feel like I am bonding with baby so much differently than before. (Sidenote: I think this happens differently for everyone regardless of when/if they find out gender pre-birth, there’s no right/wrong way or time, it just made a huge difference for me!) It stinks to not share it publicly yet, but it’s been nice “getting to know” him/her and I can’t wait to see the look on my mom’s face when I get to tell her in person!
Pregnancy has been a funny thing. I didn’t expect my body to revolt so strongly. I didn’t expect to have to stop running due to debilitating nausea, exhaustion, and worst of all, excruciating hip pain. Maybe I expected it after I was carrying a few pounds of baby in the third trimester, but not this early. I didn’t expect to only be up 2-3 pounds. (It was less than two last time I checked pre-breakfast but that was a week or so ago.) When I was attempting to lose weight I’d gain that in a week if I went “off diet,” and now my only weight regret is said with a snap, “darn, I ALMOST made it to 50 lbs lost before getting knocked up!” I also thought I’d care more. Nope. Just happy baby is healthy! I hate and am confused by a lot of the above; I wish I was showing more, I wish my anterior placenta wasn’t keeping me from feeling baby’s super active kicks. But while I have these gripes and share them, deep down I don’t really care. (I just like to complain, my mom and B can vouch for that.) I am just so happy baby keeps passing their tests (all NT testing was negative!!) and growing on schedule. I hate the symptoms and issues but I am happy to sacrifice my body and sleep and waistline and uh boobs and whatever else I need to, just for the sake of him/her.
B was off work yesterday so he spoiled me a little bit with an amazing dinner. Risotto with goat cheese, roasted garlic, chives, and some special basil; and parmesan crusted chicken topped with parsley walnut pesto! I can’t wait to spoil him on Father’s Day in return, of course. B has made me a mother (well, almost! October it’s “official”) and I wouldn’t have wanted to do it with anyone else. (Except my Top Five list maybe – and please note that Vince and Andy have been replaced by Pitbull and John Cena – but they were unavailable and uninterested.) Seriously though, I’m the luckiest there is. Big Daddy was born to be a dad. I remember telling that to a friend after we’d been on a few dates- I could just see him as an adorable dad. Six years later we’re on this journey together!
And in all this, I can’t neglect to thank the pugs for how they’ve prepared me for motherhood as well. I know everyone drills into you to “get your sleep,” “things will change,” “there goes your personal time/space/whatever” and other unsolicited bitter advice… but the pugs have gotten us ready for some of these things already! When they wake us up in the night puking/pooping/peeing. When they’re sick and have to be rushed to the doctor. When we need to find sitters for them when we travel. When we have to leave early due to their schedule. When one pukes on the other and the third tries to eat it. I’m pretty sure they’ve done us a great service. I know that it’s not the same as parenting a child (my pugs won’t grow up to tell me they love me, or hate me, or make me buy them a horse, or pay for college, or whatever) but I think dog ownership certainly makes you more ready. You, pugs, were the first to teach me unconditional love. Even when I come home to one of you eating poop. For that, I thank you. I can’t wait to see them with their new brother or sister.
(I was asked by a friend where the pugs’ announcement of my pregnancy was. This was all Sophie could come up with. Truly, she’s excited. Just doesn’t want to have to share my lap.)
I’ve said it before but should say it again too… I am so thankful for my friends. Very few of my in-real-life friends are moms, so I’m lucky to have great internet mom friends too. All of my mom friends (and just baby-loving friends in general) have provided me with so much support, and SO much love this Mother’s Day. I wondered if being the only mom in my core group of friends would feel lonely, but my mom friends from all areas have welcomed me with open arms, and I feel so supported and loved. And my core group of non-mom friends have shared so much excitement and enthusiasm. Our families have been amazing too. My in-laws are so sweet and excited for us, my sisters have been planning my NJ shower even though they both (probably) can’t be there, B’s aunt even sent us some giraffe baby items she knew we’d think were adorable. Loved and supported are the only words I can think of to describe how I feel. I couldn’t have wished for more.
I feel like this somehow became an award acceptance speech, but I’m emotional and rambly. So I make no apologies. Just sharing so much love for everyone helping me out on this journey! Cannot wait until baby is here and I’m celebrating next Mother’s Day with him/her in my arms. (And a beer. Or five. THAT I miss.)
May 6th, 2013
Happy 17 weeks little fetus!!!! Baby had a busy week this week. (Sorry for the bad picture quality… we had to deal with a hectic day and the little light we had!) Baby is really popping out a bit more and more! I can hide it if I really want to but generally it’s more like you see below. In normal clothes I feel really… lumpy.
17 Weeks (5/6/2013)
How far along? 17 weeks
Baby’s Size: Onion
Maternity clothes? More comfy in them. Definitely can’t wear any pants without at least a button extender.
Best moment this week: Winner was probably Friday- seeing our baby and finding out baby’s gender!! (See last post… not telling!) Finding out the sex of the baby made it more real. I feel like we can bond more now. Then today I had a routine appointment with my OB and got to hear baby’s heartbeat on the doppler. I didn’t know the wooshy noises were kicks! Baby was kicking up a storm, my doctor even mentioned it! It was an amazing week to bond with baby. So many great moments.
Miss anything? Cinco de Mayo really made me miss beer!
Movement: None really this week though I got to see/hear tons of it. I found out I have an anterior placenta (when it’s situated on the front of the uterus by your belly button instead of on the back by your spine.) This means kicks will take longer to notice. My doctor seemed surprised at how active baby was and said I will DEFINITELY be feeling them soon. Anterior placentas do mean it takes longer to feel though- more padding for baby to punch! So we’ll see when that happens.
Food cravings: None really. I’m starting to get a more normal appetite back (even with steady nausea) and want to try to revisit some old (healthier) favorites. I’m only up 2-3 pounds still, but haven’t been eating as healthily as I was pre-pregnancy. Hoping to do more Brussels sprouts, zucchini, and spaghetti squash again! Let’s see if I can get the energy to cook it.
Anything making you queasy or sick: STILL, 100% nauseous and can’t handle a day without meds. Nothing causing it though except for this little active baby!
Gender: We know! But we’re not telling for two months!
Labor signs: Nope.
Symptoms: Still the same. Zero improvement. And peeing 24/7 by the way, not sure if I’ve mentioned it. I haven’t gone a night without getting up to pee since February.
Belly button in or out? Innie.
Happy or moody most of the time: It’s been a happy week! But I’ve been moody worrying about my shower planning and other issues.
Looking forward to: Revealing the gender to our friends and families!
Through all the fun of seeing our baby, I did get some (somewhat) bad news today from the doctor. We had discussed my going to NJ to see my family with the baby this Thanksgiving. I talked to her more about it, and we discussed details more in depth. Unfortunately, my Thanksgiving pipe dream isn’t going to happen. While baby should be about 6 weeks at that time (depending on when baby’s born), the doctor was concerned about 1) if baby was late, they’d be younger 2) the means of travel- airplane aka germ bus 3) flu season and 4) going from FL weather to NJ weather DURING flu season. I knew this was a possibility so while I allowed myself a moment to be really upset, in the back of my mind I knew it might happen. I just have a huge amazing family in NJ that wants to meet baby, and I can’t wait for that to happen! Soon enough I guess.
I also learned that due to recent illnesses and even deaths, our OB practice STRONGLY advises visitors to have had their flu shot and whooping cough vaccine at least 6 weeks prior to seeing the baby. The way she said it was “if anyone is going to visit, they need to have them.” Granted she isn’t going to be at my house saying “you can’t come in,” and I know all doctors have different suggestions, but I am totally on board with it. So heads up if you plan to visit us at all this year post-baby! We will definitely require this of all visitors.
And since I’m a proud mama… a baby pic!
That’s baby’s bum and adorable little FOOT! I cannot wait to kiss those toes. And no other pictures because ultrasound pictures at this age are still exceedingly creepy.
And great idea guys about doing a gender poll for readers! I’ll definitely post a poll with some “clues” as far as our family history, baby’s heart rate, and results from old wives’ tales. Can’t wait to share!