...was interesting, to say the least. Yes, there was a lot of stuff that we already knew, based on the fact that we have both been reading baby books and magazines extensively throughout our pregnancy, but there were also a great many things we found we didn't know!
For example: how to get to the correct entrance to the freakin' hospital! HA! And so we were late, but I guess the instructor is used to that because the class hadn't started without us. Well, good thing we know now considering the next time we go, things will be in a bit more of a hurry, right? (For those who don't know, we are delivering at Piedmont Fayette Hospital on Hwy 54, a great location that is only 20-or-so minutes from our house. They have built a wonderful new Labor, Delivery and Maternity ward, so we are pleased to be delivering there.)
Also in class, we got the chance to listen to other people's experiences and questions, which is always a bonus because no one's experience is the same, nor does anyone's plan go exactly according to schedule! The baby does what the baby wants. Period.
The dads in the class got to "examine" several unusual items found in the delivery rooms, and try to figure out what the hell they were—this was a riot. BUT, there were things in that bag that I wasn't familiar with either, so you won't see me pointing fingers and laughing! Well, maybe I'll laugh a little...
We discussed all the stages of labor, how to measure contractions, what to expect (generally) in terms of timing and when to go to the hospital, Braxton-Hicks and false labor...you name it, it was covered. Another bonus, the nurse who taught the class is the lactation specialist for the hospital, so we may be meeting her again in the future if we need help. (I'm guessing you all know I plan on trying to breastfeed, but people seem hesitant to ask for some reason, so I figured I'd just put it out there.)
Probably the most interesting thing we learned about was the presentation of the baby and how it turns and shifts to get out of there! What a process! And how does it know what to do?! I suppose we'll just have to trust Mother Nature on this one. But that whole part is kind of amazing and scary at the same time. I had no idea what the kid has to go through to get out, seriously. Turn upside down, then sideways, then backwards... sheesh! Little acrobats, they are; good thing they're all smushy when they're that little. LOL! If all else fails and our baby is one of those uncoordinated ones (like I was! and still am, oddly enough haha) and wants to come out face up or something, well...they can try to turn the baby over, like they did me. Or if it comes to it, that's what c-sections are for. Let's hope for a standard delivery (and yes, I will take the drugs, pleaseandthankyousoverymuch!), but we also found out that approximately 30% of births these days are c-section deliveries. So, it's not out of the question. Either way, whatever gets the baby here safely is what we are going for, no? Here's wishing our little dude the safest delivery possible, however he chooses to meet us!
Talk to y'all soon.
Mama, Daddy, and Baby
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
30 Weeks!
Wow, we're really closing in on the big day! Fortunately, the little dude's room is finished, with the exception of painting the crib, which I'll be working on today out in the garage. Other than that, some minor organization might help, but hey, we've got the basics covered, and I think we're ready...
*fingers crossed*
(I'll be eating my words come May, right? lol)
We went for another check-up yesterday, and Adam took the afternoon to work from home so he could come along with us to the appointment; he asked some really great questions that I hadn't even thought of yet! We have a great partnership in this, and I feel so fortunate that we have each other to rely on. Together, we might just make it through this! ;) And with some extra help from you all, we're solid!
It was a boring, standard visit, but all the better because boring is what we want. No surprises here. My glucose tolerance and iron count and all that came back fine, and I don't have to be poked and prodded again until Week 36, when they'll do some final testing, yay! Lil' dude's heartbeat sounded strong and steady. I was so glad for Adam to get to hear it again, especially now that he can see and feel movement in my tummy! "His" baby is a happy one. Yup, we have officially started the "my" baby/"your" baby thing, as in: Adam, "your" baby is sitting on my freakin' sciatic nerve again, the little shit! And of course, he's "my" baby when he's being a perfect little gentleman, haha!
To give y'all an idea of how he is growing, Sprout is now at a point where he is poking his little feet up under my ribs when he stretches out. And other times, I can feel him almost reaching my hips! Hard to believe, isn't it? (And hard to breathe, come to think of it...)
Well, that's all I've got for now! This weekend, Adam and I will be taking our Prepared Childbirth class at the hospital and getting a short tour of the maternity wing. And next weekend, I'm so excited to have a baby shower hosted by my awesome sisters-in-law, Amy and Susie. Lots of fun stuff coming up! I'll let you know how everything goes!
*fingers crossed*
(I'll be eating my words come May, right? lol)
We went for another check-up yesterday, and Adam took the afternoon to work from home so he could come along with us to the appointment; he asked some really great questions that I hadn't even thought of yet! We have a great partnership in this, and I feel so fortunate that we have each other to rely on. Together, we might just make it through this! ;) And with some extra help from you all, we're solid!
It was a boring, standard visit, but all the better because boring is what we want. No surprises here. My glucose tolerance and iron count and all that came back fine, and I don't have to be poked and prodded again until Week 36, when they'll do some final testing, yay! Lil' dude's heartbeat sounded strong and steady. I was so glad for Adam to get to hear it again, especially now that he can see and feel movement in my tummy! "His" baby is a happy one. Yup, we have officially started the "my" baby/"your" baby thing, as in: Adam, "your" baby is sitting on my freakin' sciatic nerve again, the little shit! And of course, he's "my" baby when he's being a perfect little gentleman, haha!
To give y'all an idea of how he is growing, Sprout is now at a point where he is poking his little feet up under my ribs when he stretches out. And other times, I can feel him almost reaching my hips! Hard to believe, isn't it? (And hard to breathe, come to think of it...)
Well, that's all I've got for now! This weekend, Adam and I will be taking our Prepared Childbirth class at the hospital and getting a short tour of the maternity wing. And next weekend, I'm so excited to have a baby shower hosted by my awesome sisters-in-law, Amy and Susie. Lots of fun stuff coming up! I'll let you know how everything goes!
Friday, March 13, 2009
Woe is me...I have to pee...
I am officially starting to get a little uncomfortable. Right on time with the third trimester, no? And those of you who have seen me lately know I'm not even that big yet! WTF am I gonna do?! My hips hurt, my feet hurt, and I can't lean over and make it look graceful anymore. HA! Honestly, it's work that's doing it. I'm fine all day, but as soon as I go to work and am on my feet for so long, it starts to wear me down. My energy level is still great, but as soon as I get in the car to go home, it hits me: I am sore. And I have a hard time dragging myself out of the car when I get home. I would be happy to just lean the seat back, have a blanket handy and take a nap right there, just so I don't have to move.
Well, after I do get out of the car and shuffle across the house to get into bed, barely making it to brushing my teeth and taking my meds, I get to relax and read for a little bit while Sprout wakes up and gets his kicks out. Which I really do enjoy. Adam wakes up slightly and rubs my tummy (love it) and we are a happy cozy little family...
...until 2:30-ish when I have to get up to pee. After the ceremonial orchestration of arranging my pillows comfortably to get to sleep, I can't get the fuck out of bed without undoing the whole thing! And as soon as I move, the pain arrives. My feet are cinderblocks, my hips feel like the tin man's before the oil can, and my arms lack the strength to push the top half of my body up and over the mound of fluff I have created to bolster my belly up in the air for the night. *bigsigh* So far, I have managed to control my water intake so I usually only have to get up the one time to go to the bathroom, but there are the inevitable two-to-three full-body, of-acrobatic-proportions turn-overs, which constitute the need for pillow rearrangements of their own while each slight movement ressurrects the aches and pains of a night's work. I only hope my helpless whincing isn't waking Adam up too often. *eyeroll* Not to mention, I'm fairly certain this baby is growing up into my lungs at this point, rather than out into my belly and I can't catch my breath after each session of nighttime aerobics. Oy vey!
Now...who wants to be pregnant again?! yay! LOL! In all seriousness, the good makes up for the bad by far, and I've considered myself to have a really easy pregnancy all-in-all. But I'm allowed to bitch a little, right? kthxbai.
Well, after I do get out of the car and shuffle across the house to get into bed, barely making it to brushing my teeth and taking my meds, I get to relax and read for a little bit while Sprout wakes up and gets his kicks out. Which I really do enjoy. Adam wakes up slightly and rubs my tummy (love it) and we are a happy cozy little family...
...until 2:30-ish when I have to get up to pee. After the ceremonial orchestration of arranging my pillows comfortably to get to sleep, I can't get the fuck out of bed without undoing the whole thing! And as soon as I move, the pain arrives. My feet are cinderblocks, my hips feel like the tin man's before the oil can, and my arms lack the strength to push the top half of my body up and over the mound of fluff I have created to bolster my belly up in the air for the night. *bigsigh* So far, I have managed to control my water intake so I usually only have to get up the one time to go to the bathroom, but there are the inevitable two-to-three full-body, of-acrobatic-proportions turn-overs, which constitute the need for pillow rearrangements of their own while each slight movement ressurrects the aches and pains of a night's work. I only hope my helpless whincing isn't waking Adam up too often. *eyeroll* Not to mention, I'm fairly certain this baby is growing up into my lungs at this point, rather than out into my belly and I can't catch my breath after each session of nighttime aerobics. Oy vey!
Now...who wants to be pregnant again?! yay! LOL! In all seriousness, the good makes up for the bad by far, and I've considered myself to have a really easy pregnancy all-in-all. But I'm allowed to bitch a little, right? kthxbai.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Week 28 Update
Well everyone, we are officially in the third trimester! As of last week actually, but let's not pick nits...
We had an appointment today for our Week 28 check-up, and things are looking great! Of course, today was an hour-long appointment at which I had to drink that nasty, syrupy concoction and have my blood sugar tested after an hour. Routine pre-natal diabetes testing, but not so pleasant to be poked once again. They seriously draw so much blood during pregnancy, it sometimes seems like a miracle you don't pass out at every appointment!
Anyway, the baby is doing very well and growing right on track. His heartbeat today was 130, strong and steady. We're getting closer and closer to meeting each other, and it's so exciting!
Now it's time to sign up for a hospital tour and a childbirth class. Adam and I will also be looking for a First-Aid class of some sort to be on the safe side. That's one good thing about Adam being a lifeguard, and training lifeguards, for so many years...a lot of it will be a refresher course for him, and he can help me learn as well.
Anyhow, not much more to report for now, but hooray for boring check-ups! The boring-er, the better, right? :-)
We had an appointment today for our Week 28 check-up, and things are looking great! Of course, today was an hour-long appointment at which I had to drink that nasty, syrupy concoction and have my blood sugar tested after an hour. Routine pre-natal diabetes testing, but not so pleasant to be poked once again. They seriously draw so much blood during pregnancy, it sometimes seems like a miracle you don't pass out at every appointment!
Anyway, the baby is doing very well and growing right on track. His heartbeat today was 130, strong and steady. We're getting closer and closer to meeting each other, and it's so exciting!
Now it's time to sign up for a hospital tour and a childbirth class. Adam and I will also be looking for a First-Aid class of some sort to be on the safe side. That's one good thing about Adam being a lifeguard, and training lifeguards, for so many years...a lot of it will be a refresher course for him, and he can help me learn as well.
Anyhow, not much more to report for now, but hooray for boring check-ups! The boring-er, the better, right? :-)
Monday, March 2, 2009
And the Best Husband Award goes to...
ADAM!!! *confetti*
Imagine my surprise when Adam presented me with a gift certificate to a local day spa for a relaxing PREGNANCY MASSAGE! woohoo!!! I had mentioned it to him forever ago how nice it would be, once I started to get bigger, to have one of these, and boy, was I ever right! And my wonderful husband remembered even though I had forgotten about it for a while. Aw!! Isn't he the greatest?!
Ok, first thing's first: I got to lay on my stomach! Oh, sweet blissful day! I think that was honestly the best part of the whole thing, haha. They put this huge hollowed-out pillow on top of the regular massage table and my belly just sunk right into the cut-out in the middle. Sooooo comfy. I have been a stomach sleeper for so long that it was hard to retrain myself to lay on my side, so this part was just heaven for me!
To be pampered like that at this point in pregnancy is just the best feeling. It sounds dumb, but at first I felt strange NOT thinking of the baby first, and thinking of only myself. Um... so I got over that feeling very quickly, LOL! But toward the end of the massage, I was lying on my back on the same hollow pillow, and I had the heavy blanket covering me, a warm sinus mask on my face, low music playing, a calm dimly-lit room, and it was so warm and cozy. I started to imagine that that's how the baby must feel in there. All floaty and warm, safe and sound and relaxed. At least I hope that's how he feels! It was just amazing. I was so relaxed the rest of the day.
What a wonderful way to spend an afternoon...
Imagine my surprise when Adam presented me with a gift certificate to a local day spa for a relaxing PREGNANCY MASSAGE! woohoo!!! I had mentioned it to him forever ago how nice it would be, once I started to get bigger, to have one of these, and boy, was I ever right! And my wonderful husband remembered even though I had forgotten about it for a while. Aw!! Isn't he the greatest?!
Ok, first thing's first: I got to lay on my stomach! Oh, sweet blissful day! I think that was honestly the best part of the whole thing, haha. They put this huge hollowed-out pillow on top of the regular massage table and my belly just sunk right into the cut-out in the middle. Sooooo comfy. I have been a stomach sleeper for so long that it was hard to retrain myself to lay on my side, so this part was just heaven for me!
To be pampered like that at this point in pregnancy is just the best feeling. It sounds dumb, but at first I felt strange NOT thinking of the baby first, and thinking of only myself. Um... so I got over that feeling very quickly, LOL! But toward the end of the massage, I was lying on my back on the same hollow pillow, and I had the heavy blanket covering me, a warm sinus mask on my face, low music playing, a calm dimly-lit room, and it was so warm and cozy. I started to imagine that that's how the baby must feel in there. All floaty and warm, safe and sound and relaxed. At least I hope that's how he feels! It was just amazing. I was so relaxed the rest of the day.
What a wonderful way to spend an afternoon...
Friday, February 13, 2009
Pregnancy for Dads According to the Mommy Books
So I have a pregnancy book or five... Most of the ones I can stand reading put a comical spin on the whole ordeal, which I love. Now is a good time to learn, if you haven’t already, to laugh at yourself. Like, if you can’t reach the top of the car you’re washing because your belly’s in the way (yeah folks, it happened to me yesterday, and my car is SHORT!), laugh it off, don’t get irritated. And laugh along with him when your husband is laughing AT you. Yeah, he laughs at me a lot lately. I would too, were I him. I’m starting to look pretty ridiculous doing some things. Of course, it doesn’t help that I was in the driveway in a bikini yesterday afternoon washing said car. What?! I needed some sun! But I’m sure I looked pretty silly out there trying to reach with my big ol’ belly hanging out.
Anyway, one of the books I have is almost purely informational. And in this book are several helpful and totaly hysterical tips! The dad tips, in my opinion, are sometimes outrageously off-base. I mean, who do they think these men are? In what universe does a dad-to-be do all these things?! The tips all seem to revolve around kissing the mommy’s ass as much as possible, hahaha. Nothing could crack me up more. Really, maybe for some other scaredy-cat dads, but from Adam, all I get is a blank stare and occasionally some eyerolling when I read him his “Weekly Dad Tip.” I can almost hear him thinking, ‘I’m supposed to do WHAT?! Suuuure….I'll get right on that.’
Take for instance Week 5’s advice: “Clean or vacuum the house without being asked.”
Huh? As in, do something after he gets home from work other than play with the dog and work on homework? Now maybe Adam’s just really a lucky dude or he’s convinced me by way of sucking at housework that it’s just better that I do most of these things. But mostly, I really don’t mind. And honestly, I’m home all day! What else am I gonna do? Of course, shortly after Week 5, I think, was about the time that we found out and the eternal exhaustion kicked in. But still, Adam does his fair share around here when he’s not super busy working full time AND getting his Master’s on the weekends. Poor baby… HA!
Let’s look at another one, Week 11: “Remember that despite morning sickness, headaches and a changing waistline, pregnancy is a miracle! Enjoy this special time together; you’ll look back fondly at the challenge of becoming parents together and probably even say, ‘That wasn’t so bad.’”
HA! Hahahaha. Ha. ANYWAY! I’m sure he’ll have such special memories of me sleeping so much that the aforementioned housework was barely a blip on my radar. Oh! Or the times I cried uncontrollably over the dog snapping at me. Come ON! Maybe these tips are funny to me just in the way that my brain chooses to absorb them, but there is no way that he will fondly recall Week 11, when I was trying not to toss my tacos on a Saturday night. He might be saying "that wasn’t so bad"; but I ask you, what the hell about ME?! Pfft! Adam, I must say, has truly been one fortunate fellow in that pregnancy has not turned me into a monstrous wretch of a human being (so far...). From what he’s told me—because you know you can’t trust the so-called rationality of your own brain during these things—I’ve actually been pretty mellow for the most part. So good for you this time, Adam! We’ll see what the next pregnancy brings…
Week 15 kind of cracks me up: “When you need to be away or out of touch, ask friends and family members to check on your partner and to be available to help out.”
No offense, but if you all were calling me non-stop to make sure I was okay, I would seriously go off on someone or just grimace and hang up on you. Maybe it’s just me being fiercely independent since birth, but I think Adam knows better than to sic “babysitters” on me. Anyway, if he goes out of town, he'd better damn well be calling me every day himself or fear the wrath… just kidding. But really, the thought is nice, but I honestly don’t think I could take it. Lucky for me, most of you know me very well and know that overbearing-ness is not something I can handle. With that said, thanks for not asking me every two seconds if I’m okay. Not that I don’t appreciate the extra attention, but extra attention has never been my thing.
Week 17: “Offer your partner tension-relieving, muscle-relaxing head, back, and foot massages.”
Ahem. The day I don’t have to literally shove my feet in Adam’s face to get a foot rub after standing all week at work, will be the day hell freezes over. And that’s all I have to say about that. (He’s pretty good at shoulder rubs though, I’ll give him that.)
Week 18 is a barrel of laughs!: “Offer to run errands. Take her dry cleaning in; stop by the bank for her; take her car to the car wash; return her library books or videos.”
HAAAA!!! Sweet mother of Gouda…
First of all, what am I, cripple?! For shit’s sake, at 18 weeks along, I could still drive a car AND walk without a walker, wouldn’t you know it… Once again, nice thoughts, but if Adam told me he would do all these things for me so I could just relax, I think I would go batshit crazy! I wasn’t even showing at 18 weeks, much less having trouble doing my own chores and errands. Again, my independence has me laughing in the face of this, er, insult? Also, remember when I told you earlier that I was in the driveway washing my car in a bikini yesterday? At 25 weeks, no less. And we were laughing about it! I even made a point of telling him that I was starting to realize my growth and wanted to get things done before it became impossible or (*shudder*) I had to ask him to do it for me—the horror! Maybe he just knows me well enough to know that his “doing things for me” would be equivalent to walking out onto on a burning tightrope. Um, yeah… I am one determined bitch when I want to be (ok, so all the time, really).
This week’s Tip (Week 25): “Offer to do the shopping. This may be an unsettling prospect for some men, but cell phones have made men better shoppers.”
Let’s give the guys a little credit, here! Geez, they’re not completely incompetent, fercryinoutloud! Sure, Adam comes home with some strange stuff if he does the shopping, but he probably thinks I do too. He certainly doesn’t have to be physically attached to his cell phone to make it out of the grocery store alive. Puh-leeze! Anyway, this is one of those tricks where, I believe, the guy purposely does things “not up to par” in order to be told that they just shouldn’t bother doing it anymore. Give me a break! Don’t fuck things up at the store in hopes that I volunteer to do the shopping from now on. And that goes for the laundry too. Just because you hang my shirts up inside out to mess with me doesn’t mean you don’t have to wash our clothes anymore. I’m totally onto your silly games despite what I said about Week 5’s tip…
Now, who's glad they're not my husband? Haha.
Anyway, one of the books I have is almost purely informational. And in this book are several helpful and totaly hysterical tips! The dad tips, in my opinion, are sometimes outrageously off-base. I mean, who do they think these men are? In what universe does a dad-to-be do all these things?! The tips all seem to revolve around kissing the mommy’s ass as much as possible, hahaha. Nothing could crack me up more. Really, maybe for some other scaredy-cat dads, but from Adam, all I get is a blank stare and occasionally some eyerolling when I read him his “Weekly Dad Tip.” I can almost hear him thinking, ‘I’m supposed to do WHAT?! Suuuure….I'll get right on that.’
Take for instance Week 5’s advice: “Clean or vacuum the house without being asked.”
Huh? As in, do something after he gets home from work other than play with the dog and work on homework? Now maybe Adam’s just really a lucky dude or he’s convinced me by way of sucking at housework that it’s just better that I do most of these things. But mostly, I really don’t mind. And honestly, I’m home all day! What else am I gonna do? Of course, shortly after Week 5, I think, was about the time that we found out and the eternal exhaustion kicked in. But still, Adam does his fair share around here when he’s not super busy working full time AND getting his Master’s on the weekends. Poor baby… HA!
Let’s look at another one, Week 11: “Remember that despite morning sickness, headaches and a changing waistline, pregnancy is a miracle! Enjoy this special time together; you’ll look back fondly at the challenge of becoming parents together and probably even say, ‘That wasn’t so bad.’”
HA! Hahahaha. Ha. ANYWAY! I’m sure he’ll have such special memories of me sleeping so much that the aforementioned housework was barely a blip on my radar. Oh! Or the times I cried uncontrollably over the dog snapping at me. Come ON! Maybe these tips are funny to me just in the way that my brain chooses to absorb them, but there is no way that he will fondly recall Week 11, when I was trying not to toss my tacos on a Saturday night. He might be saying "that wasn’t so bad"; but I ask you, what the hell about ME?! Pfft! Adam, I must say, has truly been one fortunate fellow in that pregnancy has not turned me into a monstrous wretch of a human being (so far...). From what he’s told me—because you know you can’t trust the so-called rationality of your own brain during these things—I’ve actually been pretty mellow for the most part. So good for you this time, Adam! We’ll see what the next pregnancy brings…
Week 15 kind of cracks me up: “When you need to be away or out of touch, ask friends and family members to check on your partner and to be available to help out.”
No offense, but if you all were calling me non-stop to make sure I was okay, I would seriously go off on someone or just grimace and hang up on you. Maybe it’s just me being fiercely independent since birth, but I think Adam knows better than to sic “babysitters” on me. Anyway, if he goes out of town, he'd better damn well be calling me every day himself or fear the wrath… just kidding. But really, the thought is nice, but I honestly don’t think I could take it. Lucky for me, most of you know me very well and know that overbearing-ness is not something I can handle. With that said, thanks for not asking me every two seconds if I’m okay. Not that I don’t appreciate the extra attention, but extra attention has never been my thing.
Week 17: “Offer your partner tension-relieving, muscle-relaxing head, back, and foot massages.”
Ahem. The day I don’t have to literally shove my feet in Adam’s face to get a foot rub after standing all week at work, will be the day hell freezes over. And that’s all I have to say about that. (He’s pretty good at shoulder rubs though, I’ll give him that.)
Week 18 is a barrel of laughs!: “Offer to run errands. Take her dry cleaning in; stop by the bank for her; take her car to the car wash; return her library books or videos.”
HAAAA!!! Sweet mother of Gouda…
First of all, what am I, cripple?! For shit’s sake, at 18 weeks along, I could still drive a car AND walk without a walker, wouldn’t you know it… Once again, nice thoughts, but if Adam told me he would do all these things for me so I could just relax, I think I would go batshit crazy! I wasn’t even showing at 18 weeks, much less having trouble doing my own chores and errands. Again, my independence has me laughing in the face of this, er, insult? Also, remember when I told you earlier that I was in the driveway washing my car in a bikini yesterday? At 25 weeks, no less. And we were laughing about it! I even made a point of telling him that I was starting to realize my growth and wanted to get things done before it became impossible or (*shudder*) I had to ask him to do it for me—the horror! Maybe he just knows me well enough to know that his “doing things for me” would be equivalent to walking out onto on a burning tightrope. Um, yeah… I am one determined bitch when I want to be (ok, so all the time, really).
This week’s Tip (Week 25): “Offer to do the shopping. This may be an unsettling prospect for some men, but cell phones have made men better shoppers.”
Let’s give the guys a little credit, here! Geez, they’re not completely incompetent, fercryinoutloud! Sure, Adam comes home with some strange stuff if he does the shopping, but he probably thinks I do too. He certainly doesn’t have to be physically attached to his cell phone to make it out of the grocery store alive. Puh-leeze! Anyway, this is one of those tricks where, I believe, the guy purposely does things “not up to par” in order to be told that they just shouldn’t bother doing it anymore. Give me a break! Don’t fuck things up at the store in hopes that I volunteer to do the shopping from now on. And that goes for the laundry too. Just because you hang my shirts up inside out to mess with me doesn’t mean you don’t have to wash our clothes anymore. I’m totally onto your silly games despite what I said about Week 5’s tip…
Now, who's glad they're not my husband? Haha.
Week 25 Update!
And so, we are in the middle of Week 25. Boy, does time fly by. I really have enjoyed the majority of my pregnancy so far! I think I’m one of the lucky ones though who has the whole thing pretty easy. And I am thankful for that every single day. And thankful as well that it’s been pretty easy on Adam so far too. We’ll see again in a few more weeks when moving becomes a chore of its own, and I can’t stop bitching about my inability to put my own socks on and have to ask him to do it for me… *eyeroll*
Just to keep everyone updated, we went to the doctor last week for our 24 week check-up, and everything looked great! I hear Sprout’s strong heartbeat every time I go, and it never gets old to hear it. Baby and I are on track and healthy, and Adam is the same. He’s super busy with work and school, but we make a little time as often as we can to be a family. Just last night, we spent time in the baby’s room together, and I read in the glider while he studied for a test he has tomorrow. We are making sure to remember that the two of us made this baby together, and it is so important to keep our communication open and honest through the whole thing. And we have so much more fun with it that way! Hello!—here are so many things to laugh at, from Adam’s “sympathy” symptoms to my overabundance of pillows that take up over half the bed. But we are getting along very well so far (fingers crossed, don’t want to jinx it!), and having a great time learning about ourselves as well as each other. And discovering new things every day!
And I am trying to remember that even though the baby is all I ever think about (he is growing inside me after all!), it might not be so with Adam, and I am trying to be understanding of that. But daddy loves to talk about his son and what he might be like. I think it’s important too that we still try to talk about things that are not so baby-centric, with each other and with our friends and family. Though I have to admit, it’s really hard sometimes. After all, even though being “parents” is what our lives will be about from now on, we are still “Kim and Adam.” And we still have other interests that I not only hope we will continue to pursue, but hope to include the littlest Antell in also. Who says you can’t take a toddler to at least a mellow-ish concert? That’s what those giant headphones are for! Have you seen Gwyneth Paltrow’s kid at her husband’s Coldplay concerts?—totally adorable.
Anyhow, just wanted to let y’all know that all is well, and Sprout is kicking around so much every day now. I have even started to notice distinct sleeping patterns through the day and night. Hooray for him sleeping while I do! Seems we have our own little schedule in place for the time-being. (Here’s hoping it’ll be easy to establish one once he’s on the outside!)
Just to keep everyone updated, we went to the doctor last week for our 24 week check-up, and everything looked great! I hear Sprout’s strong heartbeat every time I go, and it never gets old to hear it. Baby and I are on track and healthy, and Adam is the same. He’s super busy with work and school, but we make a little time as often as we can to be a family. Just last night, we spent time in the baby’s room together, and I read in the glider while he studied for a test he has tomorrow. We are making sure to remember that the two of us made this baby together, and it is so important to keep our communication open and honest through the whole thing. And we have so much more fun with it that way! Hello!—here are so many things to laugh at, from Adam’s “sympathy” symptoms to my overabundance of pillows that take up over half the bed. But we are getting along very well so far (fingers crossed, don’t want to jinx it!), and having a great time learning about ourselves as well as each other. And discovering new things every day!
And I am trying to remember that even though the baby is all I ever think about (he is growing inside me after all!), it might not be so with Adam, and I am trying to be understanding of that. But daddy loves to talk about his son and what he might be like. I think it’s important too that we still try to talk about things that are not so baby-centric, with each other and with our friends and family. Though I have to admit, it’s really hard sometimes. After all, even though being “parents” is what our lives will be about from now on, we are still “Kim and Adam.” And we still have other interests that I not only hope we will continue to pursue, but hope to include the littlest Antell in also. Who says you can’t take a toddler to at least a mellow-ish concert? That’s what those giant headphones are for! Have you seen Gwyneth Paltrow’s kid at her husband’s Coldplay concerts?—totally adorable.
Anyhow, just wanted to let y’all know that all is well, and Sprout is kicking around so much every day now. I have even started to notice distinct sleeping patterns through the day and night. Hooray for him sleeping while I do! Seems we have our own little schedule in place for the time-being. (Here’s hoping it’ll be easy to establish one once he’s on the outside!)
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