I finally completed Emily’s birth announcement and I think they turned out pretty good. I have 77 loved ones I like to send one to, but I can’t imagine taking the time to address all those envelopes right now. I think I’ll take some help from Avery labels and pre-print them on my computer. I hope that’s not too tacky. I’m sure people will understand.
There were so many nice announcements on shutterfly I had a hard time picking one out. Then the matter of picking out the pictures to use from the newborn shoot…..
I love they way they turned out!
ps. if you get one of these in the mail in a few days, pretend you never saw this blog post.
Wow. Having time to sit down at the computer feels like such a novelty now. This post has been in the making for several days little bits at time. I have no idea how new mothers resume posting so quickly. I’ve found the best way to catch up on blogs is in the middle of the night feedings, at least for the time being. It’s such a pain to comment on the iPhone and iPad so I don’t do it, but I can comment on twitter so that’s how I’ll have to roll for a while. I have been reading and catching up the last few nights and it’s been so great to reconnect with you guys, even if it’s a on the DL.
Thanks for all your sweet comment on the birth story. I had a great time writing it. I forgot to mention a couple of things:
- We didn’t call anybody the whole time we were going through labor. In fact,we didn’t call anybody until the next day several hours after she arrived. It just felt right to keep it an intimate moment between my husband and I. Plus things progressed so quickly, I truly didn’t get much opportunity to think about anybody else. I think my family was a little hurt I didn’t call right away, but they understood. I’m glad I did it my way and didn’t feel pressured to include anybody. If there is any piece of advice I can give somebody who is getting ready for the big show (because pregnant women don’t get nearly enough unsolicited advice!) is that this is all about YOU and YOUR family (husband and baby). Don’t feel pressured or obligated to go with the masses. They may be hurt at first, but they will get over it. The people in the room next to us had a ton of visitors and although that may have been right for them (or not) the chaos and noise emanating from them totally solidified our decision. They were annoying as hell. Maybe she had a cesarean birth and was there much longer. Once Emily arrived we only had 24 hours by ourselves and we wanted to soak up the experience as much as possible.
- Also I would highly HIGHLY recommend bringing your own pillow to the hospital. I’m a little fanatical about my pillow so maybe it wouldn’t be such a big deal to the next mama, but the pillows at the hospital were terrible and I used mine during labor and recovery. It was probably the most important thing I brought with me.
- I also wished I would have urged my husband to take more pictures of the whole experience. We didn’t take too many and that is my one and only disappointment.
Ready for the biggest cliché of a new mom….I can’t believe it’s been one month since we brought Emily home from the hospital. Throughout the day I find myself singing that Darius Rucker song, “It wont be like this for long,” in my head and it keeps things in perspective: To appreciate EVERY moment good or frustrating.
Some of these ramblings might seem long winded, but one of the things that brought me solace and comfort when I thought I was failing this little girl as a mother was reading other blogs and realizing I wasn’t alone, everything I’m feeling is totally normal, and it will get better. Maybe this will do the same for others.
Nursing/Feeding: Ugh! Where to begin?! First, she has gained one pound from her birth weight! Still a tiny little peanut at 6lbs, 12 oz but she does feel and look bigger which makes me killing myself over feeding her all worth it. Second, nursing is hard. At the end of the first month it is easier but we are still a long way from where I hope to be. There will be a full post on this in a couple more weeks. Until then here are the cliff notes: I haven’t had to supplement with formula yet. I’m pumping much more than I’d like to (about 6-7 times a day usually after a feeding but sometimes I squeeze one in while she’s napping and after nighttime feedings), and I’m using the nipple shield which is also annoying but the only way she will stay latched.
She has a very hearty appetite in the evening hours which unfortunately, is also when my Prolactin levels are the lowest because I can never seem to give her enough milk. She will typically nurse then 20 minutes later scream like we’re starving her so I’ll try to nurse, but there isn’t enough so we’ll resort to bottles for the next couple of hours. Hopefully my milk supply gets the message soon.
Sleeping: The first week I though we hit the baby jackpot. She would have slept through the night had I not woken her up to eat. HA! Such a newborn! and me, SO naïve! Once she hit a week old, she started sleeping a little less. By two weeks she was much more alert during her awake times which was fun, but she was also more awake during the night. I followed all the rules: keep the light down low in the nursery (she sleeps in our room, but I go to the nursery for nighttime feedings and diaper changes – a dimmer on whatever light you use is a MUST and I just keep it on low all night), don’t talk to her, don’t make eye contact. Still she would be wide awake for at least an hour. I’m happy to report that she’s much easier to fall asleep now. Our typical feeding times are about 8:00 (right before bed), anywhere between 12:00 (I set an alarm on my phone for every 4 hours but she usually wakes me before to feed), then again between 2-4. Our nursing and falling asleep routine usually take about an hour given she is easy to put back down, otherwise it can take up to 2 1/2. Her best sleep is that first block from 8-midnight. Usually after the first nighttime feeding she’s a little more restless and tends to wake up only a couple hours later. At a few weeks, I started feeding her a bottle and nursing thinking she wasn’t getting enough milk which may have been true, but for the last couple of nights I’ve been only nursing and she’s doing pretty good.
She sleeps the best when she is on my chest and for me it’s one of the best feeling in the world. Only problem is I can’t sleep like that. I also can’t sleep with her in the bed. Co – Sleeping is not for us. I’m too paranoid. But she also can’t put herself to sleep on her own yet. She hates being laid on her back so we finally tried the car seat and it seems to be working the best. In an attempt to get her out of the car seat (because it just feels weird to be using it as a sleep tool) I ordered one of those rock n plays and she didn’t like it as much as I’d hoped. The second night I made my husband set the car seat up again and she did better. Veteran moms encourage me to do WHATEVER IT TAKES the first couple of months to get some sleep and not worry about setting up bad habits, so I’m rolling with this routine: Nurse (99% of the time she falls asleep nursing day or night), hold her and pat her back for as long as necessary until she is in a deep sleep (usually 30 minutes or so), put her in car seat. Repeat every couple of hours. It’s working the best.
During the day her naps are totally random and became more random as the moth progressed. Right now she takes several 30 minute snoozes (always after nursing) and then a couple of longer naps that last about two hours. Recently she’s started fighting those longer naps a little which makes her a bit crabby until I can get her to sleep, which takes longer that usual because she is overtired.
One more thing about sleep: I had no idea how NOISY newborns are. Like really really noisy while they sleep. The first week or so I was constantly by her side (although she really does sleep in our pack and play next to my side of the bed) at every peep before I realized I would drive myself crazy. I wish somebody would have told me how normal all those grunts were from the get go.
Fiery Personality: Everyday we are learning more and more about this little girl and while everyday is a little different, one thing is for certain – she is not shy about letting us know what she wants. She farts like her father but has the patience of her mother. It takes about 20 seconds for her to escalate from a sweet-precious little newborn to a raging-mad-red-faced-lip-quivering baby girl. I cannot handle the lip quiver. It completely breaks my heart and I need to stop it immediately. She loves being held and cuddled and hates being put down except for when completely asleep (as apposed to in a light sleep). Her roughest time of the day is in the evenings from about 6-8 and we usually walk her around the house while she follows everything with her eyes and sucks on a pacifier. She LOVES having her back patted while being held and sometimes you’ll think she’s asleep, but as soon as you stop patting her back she’s awake and stirring until you start up again. She likes the swing, but can only tolerate it for about 20 minutes. She hates having a dirty diaper and if there is even a teeny tiny bit in there she lets us know right away. We usually end up changing her diaper about 15-20 times a day. No joke. She absolutely loves walking around outside surveying the grounds with her dad while he teaches her all about generators, sheds, and things in the garage. I’ve taken her out in the Bob a few times and she falls asleep almost immediately. Thank God she enjoys it. SUPER hopeful that doesn’t change! While she sleeps wonderfully in her car seat she hates when we strap her in. I think she is a wee bit too small for it so hopefully in a few more weeks she will be more comfortable and it wont be such a challenge. Luckily as soon as we get moving in the car she is soothed. I can see the makings of some sassiness in her already. I’m sure my mother is silently grinning and murmuring something about karma inside her head.
Other notes: She is finally fitting into her newborn clothes so it’s been fun dressing her up. I’m in love with putting her cute little head in headbands that I bought on etsy. Her head is so soft and warm and she has the best smell in the world.
Aside from family, I’ve only had one friend visit. Partly because I decided to only allow people to visit if they’ve had their Tdap (pertussis) booster shot. Some people don’t have it and wont get it. [totally understandable – kinda. Not because I think it’s rude they wont get it to visit, but because we are having an epidemic and it’s the socially responsible thing to do. Last month there were 2,520 cases of pertussis were reported in Washington compared to 180 the previous year source). This decision is 100% backed and supported by two of the pediatricians in my doctors office. It’s awkward asking people if they have it and tell them they can’t come over unless they do, but so far everybody has understood because they are all moms.
Another reason why I haven’t had any visitors is because I’ve had such a hard time with nursing and I feel that having people over hinders the time and effort I’m putting in. Also, I’d rather save my visitors for when Chris leaves next week. Then I’ll REALLY need some company!
I’m really just going with the flow and resisting trying to get on a schedule. I’m hoping by week 6 we might be able to restore some order especially with the napping.
I’m sure there is much more I want to mention but this post has been dragging on long enough so I’m publishing as soon as I get some pictures uploaded. Sorry if there is redundancy, I’m not proofreading.
Thanks for reading and wish me luck when Chris leaves in a few days. I think it will only be for a week and he will stay in the US so we can talk and skype, but this will be a huge sink or swim adventure for me.
Baby wearing – so far I love the Moby wrap. The fabric is so soft and really snuggles her into my chest. The only downside is the fabric is so long. If you put it on outside you will get it dirty or wet if it’s raining. I just bought the infant insert for the Ergo so I’m anxious to try that out later this week as well.
She is mesmerized by the photo gallery on the nursery wall. I think it’s the black frames with white matting that catches her attention. Also, you can see part of the nursery chair. It finally showed up AFTER she was born. Post on nursery coming…someday.
I’ve been trying to get this post out for a while now, but I don’t know where the day goes. I know you hear this all the time from new mothers, but seriously – there was no time and the little time I did have I choose to shower or brush my teeth or eat rather than blog. I’m slowly trying to make my way back to some of my beloved habits (including reading blogs) but it’s difficult. This morning is the first morning I’ve had any caffeine since Emily’s birth (because of breastfeeding – and you know a whole separate post is coming on that topic!) and I almost feel human again.
Rewind to three weeks ago…..
On Tuesday afternoon we headed out to dinner before arriving at the hospital for our hospital tour. I was 37 weeks and 6 days pregnant so I snapped this shot for my 38 week bump update the next day:
We had a lovely dinner at one of our favorite restaurants (if you’re a local – this place). Little did I know that was to be our last date night as a couple.
The hospital tour was great. Overcrowded with a few too many couples, but we got the gist of the routine and saw the delivery and recovery room floors.
It was business as usual when we got home that night. We went to bed and a couple hours later (right after midnight) I woke up to my water leaking. I was startled, and though I was just peeing (not that I had ever actually wet the bed during this pregnancy, but it wasn’t an unreasonable explanation all things considered). I got up and tried to stop it but couldn’t. I sat on the toilet and water was just leaking out of me. I didn’t recognize for sure that it was my water breaking because I was just barely 38 weeks, but it went on forever. Not in a steady stream, but enough that I couldn’t get up without getting this fluid everywhere. My husband eventually woke up after a couple of minutes (or longer??) and I told him as I’m sitting on the toilet with the sound of water streaming in the bowl, “I can’t tell if I’m peeing or if my water is breaking.” Looking back now of course it’s totally obvious my water was breaking, but when your in the moment I think your kind of in disbelief – like I’ve been waiting so long for this to happen, this can’t be it.
I left a message for the midwife and waited for a call back. I tested positive for Group B Strep so as soon as my water broke I needed to get to the hospital so they could start an IV drip of antibiotics. After speaking to my midwife (I thought I was going to get my first choice midwife because I knew she was on call at the hospital Wednesdays and technically it was Wednesday at this point, but it was my second choice midwife – out of five so I was still pretty pleased with that) she told me to go ahead and head to the hospital so I threw on a diaper (my husband got some adult diapers for me – I think he read somewhere that I would need them after the birth and they came in handy before as well because I was still leaking water all over and didn’t want to get it all over my house). I finished packing my hospital bag and the contractions started almost immediately. I didn’t bother timing them because I figured I had lots of time and was told in my childbirth class, “don’t bother timing them until your in active labor.” If I had to guess I’d say they were coming around every 7-10 minutes. We headed out to the hospital and arrived around 1:30.
Before officially checking me in they had to make sure that it was my water that broke so I peed in a cup while in the triage room. By this time my contractions were getting stronger and the best way I could work through them was to stand up, lean forward onto the bed with my arms resting on the bed in a prayer type position, rest my head on my arms, and rock back and forth through the pain. It was working pretty good. I remember trying to get into the bed to relax a little, but that felt AWFUL. I had to get up and on my feet. I also felt super nauseous and threw up. I’ve never thrown up because of pain before. Sure I’ve come close with the watery mouth and sick feeling, but never actually went full out vomit. At some point the nurse came back and said they were going to get the IV needle inserted. Now I’ve never ever had a problem with needles being inserted into my body. Never had any bruising or trouble getting them into the veins but for some reason she could not get the needle in where she wanted it. In fact, I had a bruise in the spot she was determined to use which just went away a couple of days ago. When she was trying to get that needle in my arm it hurt like a mother fucker. I don’t know why she had so much trouble but I remember leaning over the bed (during a contraction) thinking bad thoughts about her. She finally gave up and tried to get it into my hand. Had problems with that. She went and got another nurse to try her luck at it and she couldn’t get one in the other hand. WTF?! I’m not sure if this was a problem because my blood pressure was a little high or what but I was over the needle business. Finally one of the nurses got it into my hand and we moved on. I swear we were in that triage room for almost a couple of hours but my husband swears it was only 30-45 minutes. I’m still not sure I believe that.
Once the IV needle was taken care of, they moved me into the Labor and Delivery room. Shit was getting serious. My contractions were getting stronger and more frequent and I was ready for the epidural. The only thing on my ‘birthplan’ was getting an epidural at 6cm. The rest of it was go with the flow. No disappointment, no regrets. That was the best birthplan for me and spoiler alert – I nailed it.
After getting settled into my L&D room they hooked up the antibiotics and it was the weirdest feeling. I could actually feel it go into my veins and it was FREEZING. My whole body became so cold but it was a nice distraction from the contractions. After hooking me up to the contraction machine (whatever it’s called) I said, “I’m ready for my epidural please.” She said “Do you want me to check you to see where your at first?” I said, “No thanks, wherever I’m at – I’m ready for it” and she said, “No problem I’ll get that ordered up for you.” Just then my midwife called and asked the nurse to see where I was at so she did and can you believe I was at 6cm. Told you – I made that birth plan my bitch! Order up. [All paraphrasing of course, but that was pretty much how the conversation regarding the epidural went down]
childbirth is a beautiful thing, but not attractive!
The anesthesiologist showed up a few minutes later and it was a quick and painless procedure. He did a fantastic job. My only fear was that I would have a contraction during the procedure because you have to remain as still as a rock. And you know what I did have a contraction – but your in the zone and you rise to the occasion, so it works out. My husband was kneeling on the floor on the side of the bed and I was leaning over him to stay still. It worked out nicely.
My contractions were coming about every 4 minutes and the baby’s HR was steady. My midwife showed up shortly after the epidural and we literally bullshited about who knows what. I feel like my room was a party room. Totally relaxed. Finally the midwife told me to get some rest and she turned off the lights and left. Party foul. It was so hard to get some rest when your this close to the moment you’ve been waiting for for so many months. But I was a good little patient and tried to rest and did my best not to look at the contraction machine while being totally memorized by what my body was doing.
The sun was coming up and the clock was ticking away.
After an hour or so my nurse came back in and asked if I felt any pressure yet. I didn’t. She was surprised. She left and came back a short time later and I had started to feel some pressure at that point. My midwive came in and gave me my instructions on how to push. When the contraction starts (I could feel the tightening but not the pain) I was to push three times for 10 seconds each taking only a brief pause between each of the three pushes (brief enough to only breath in to catch my breath). The first couple of times I was getting my bearings trying to figure it out. The midwife and nurse were SO SUPPORTIVE. I cannot say enough about them. All of them. I was pushing for what felt like a long time and even though they kept assuring me that I was making progress, I felt like nothing was really happening. One thing I would like to add about the midwife is that she was fairly hands off – which I appreciated. The nurse as well. That’s the thing about midwives. They were letting me be in control. In fact, she even left the room a few times and allowed my husband and I to labor on our own. The nurse was in and out a bit but mostly in.
sidenote – If your thinking an epidural means you gave up all control – not true. I could still feel my legs and move myself around. Perhaps not walk around but where was I going to go? The nurses station to discuss what I was going to eat after I delivered? Hardly. I was perfectly comfortable with my bed, husband, nurse, and midwife. I was totally present the entire time and I can’t speak to what it would have been like had I went unmedicated – I can say that the epidural made childbirth enjoyable rather than what I was feeling before I got to 6 cm. Which was not enjoyable.
I think I had been pushing for like an hour and I was starting to feel like this little girl was never going to come out. They kept assuring me that I was making progress and this was totally normal for first time births. I asked if getting the epidural was causing me to not push to my full extent and she said, “maybe – but sometimes pain also keeps women from pushing and progressing effectively so you never know” Hospital shift change was happening and in came my new midwife. MY FIRST CHOICE midwife! and two new nurses (one had just transferred from a hospital across town so she was partnered up with another nurse to learn the ropes but had worked in L&D for over 10 years). My new nurses were just as awesome as my first one. I was kind of sad that the first nurse who had gotten me through the early stages wasn’t going to be there for the birth. I told her I would never forget her and she laughed. I was serious.
The shift change was a nice change of pace and at this point I was not pushing through every contraction. I was taking a break every few because they were coming so quickly I barely had enough time to recover. I was alternating between a couple of different positions as well. Finally the head was starting to come out and they asked me if I wanted a mirror but I declined. My eyes were closed tight while trying to push so I didn’t think I would really see anything but now I wish I would have because it would have been cool to see her head. Or not. Not sure. I did reach down and feel her head though and that was pretty amazing.
I apologized because I knew I was pooping and they could have cared less (as little as I cared, but I still felt an apology was in order). I also apologized for it taking so long. Funny to think about hat now. What a silly thing to apologize for. I truly had not considered the pushing when visualizing my labor. I had visualized the laboring and the after, but for some reason I assumed the pushing would be 1-2-3 done. One hour and forty-five minutes later she was finally out. Her cord was wrapped around her neck and her head was a little cockeyed which the midwife believes is what took so long to get her under the pubic bone and through the birth canal, but once her head was out, the rest of her practically slid out with ease. I think I only had to push once or twice to get her little body out.
As soon as she was out before I could even catch my breath she was placed on my chest and I was totally overcome with emotion and the scene that had just taken place. There are no words.
Speaking of little body – she was teeny tiny. After a while she was taken to the scale and placed under warming lights while they did the measurements and Apgar test. Her first test she only scored a 5 which they believe is because of the cord being wrapped around her neck. The second one five minutes later was a 9.
5 lbs 12 oz and only 18” long. That’s the head of a vaginal birth that took a lot of pushing. A few quick minutes later she was back with me and the midwive stitched me up. I had a second degree tear and five stitches. Not bad at all. I think that’s fairly typical.
Eventually (there was no rush in the hospital – they are very family centric baby stays with the mama at all times) the nurse helped me get up and go to the restroom (obviously, I handed her off to my husband). OMG – two words: crime scene. I still to this day have not looked under the hood for fear of what I will see. When I stop seeing blood, I’ll check it out.
After I was up and moving they moved me to the Recovery floor.
I got to my recovery room around 10am and we left the hospital about 25 hours later. She was so small we had to stuff a couple of blankets around her just so she would fit into the car seat. One of the nurses (again ALL of the nurses on the recovery floor were awesome – I cannot say enough about them!) found a preemie outfit since the ones we brought from home were huge.
She is a dream come true!
And that is how it all went down.
Emily Madison was born Wednesday July 20th at 8:47am. I was exactly 38 weeks pregnant and didn’t realize that when I took last weeks picture for my 38 week bump update, it would be my last.
My water broke that night and she entered our world 8 quick hours later.
She’s a teeny tiny peanut only weighing 5lbs 12 oz and 18” long, but she is perfect! She lost a few ounces of course, but nothing to be worried about. She fits perfectly into preemie clothes of which I had none on hand. Luckily people love to buy baby clothes and the smaller the cuter so one visit from my family and we’re covered for a while.
We are all doing really great here. Caring for a newborn is pretty simple. Nursing on the other hand is HARD. Emotionally and physically. But we are getting better at it and am hopeful in a couple more weeks it will begin to feel less like a full time job that I’m under qualified for.
No promises as to when I’ll be back to update for a while. I’m really enjoying living in my little cave with my new family!
Things are moving pretty quickly here so I thought I’d better jump on and give a quick update before people start wondering what’s going on. Obviously this is not the usual outline I’ve been doing for the weeks past. I missed last weeks and I’m not into it right now so bullets it is.
- Last week I had to deal with a few shit storms that came my way. Nothing health related or too terrible (everything is still going awesome with the pregnancy) just homeownership-not-having-a-husband-around kind of stuff. Things that would have taken him 5 minutes to rectify, but took me much MUCH longer and significantly more energy. I had a couple of rough days but things are looking up again.
- Chris comes home TOMORROW! The best thing about having such a weird lifestyle is every couple of months when we reunite, we get to experience that butterfly excitement you remember when you first started falling in love.
- I am officially full term! I don’t want to jinx myself here but I have a feeling I will not make it to my due date. It would be great if we could have a few days to get some things done (I have a HUGE list for my husband as you can imagine him being gone for the last couple of months) and then a week or so to spend some time together just the two of us before we go live.
- That said, everybody keeps commenting about how small I am. Not body wise small, but belly small. I’m measuring perfectly fine and my midwives are not concerned at all but I met a woman with the same due date and she does look much bigger than me (and she’s overall pretty fit). I am not the type to get wrapped up in comparing myself to others, however, I am currently the most pregnant woman in my prenatal yoga class but am far from having the biggest belly. Not sure if that means this little girl will be smaller than average when she arrives, but also hoping she doesn’t feel the need to stay in for the full 42 weeks to grow.
- Still don’t have a date for my husbands departure after baby girl arrives. He is scheduled for a class in Huston at the beginning of August so obviously it would be ideal to have her with us before the actual due date for maximum family time together. I don’t want to get my mind too wrapped up in it, but there is a sense of time pressure that goes beyond the “uncomfortable ready to be done being pregnant” sentiment you usually hear.
- No bump picture because I’m not sure if Chris will be checking this before I see him tomorrow morning. I want him to see me in person first.
- The nursery is 95% finished. Still waiting on the glider I ordered. I think I mentioned this a while back, but they had some big problem with textile company they work with and it’s taken forever to get upholstered. I ordered it in February or March so almost 6 months ago! Thank God I’m on top of my shit here and I ordered it that early, or else who knows when it would arrive. They agreed to ship it to my house free of charge since they are taking forever to get it over here from NC (they would have charged me $200 freight for home delivery rather than throwing it on a truck amongst a larger order). I’m expecting to hear from them anyway, but wonder if I’ll have it before the baby arrives.
I’m sure there are a ton of other bullets I wanted to hit, but I can’t think of it all right now. I would love to be more regular with my blog reading and posting, but I’m not sure how crazy things are going to be for a while so if it’s even possible – lower your expectations for me. I will update again soon(ish).
ETA: I have no idea why the bullets are stars. That’s dumb. I don’t know how to fix it. Please excuse them.
How far along: 35 weeks
Size of baby:Coconut (20"”, 5 lb)
Weight gain: .5 lb gain this week (28.5 lb overall)
What I love: Baby dreams.
Worries: Not much. I’ve pretty much decided I’ll insist on people being vaccinated for Pertussis before they come over. It may sound over the top to you, but if your not ‘in the trenches’ then I can understand why most of you felt it was unnecessary. I’ll bring it up at my appointment tomorrow and with the pediatrician when we meet, but so far I believe the risk is too high and the bacteria too prevalent here. There is really no excuse for not getting the vaccination after all the exposure it’s gotten. There are numerous places you can stop by and get it for free.
When you can’t go anywhere without seeing these signs it changes your perspective:
For more information about the pertussis epidemic in Washington State click here.
Sleep: Hit and miss
The belly: Large and in charge with a full blown outtie belly button. No stretch marks on my stomach. Boobs – another story.
Best moment of the week: Getting supplies, setting up shop. I really want to show you guys the nursery, but I’m waiting on the glider I ordered (several weeks – maybe even months ago). Apparently, they had a problem with the fabric I ordered and it was backordered. No bother since they don’t deliver (well they do, but it’s like $200 extra) and I wouldn’t be able to get it inside my house without Chris home anyways. A couple more weeks on that then I can do the nursery reveal.
Food cravings: Cottage cheese
Food aversions: none really, just aversion to cooking
Baby’s Movement: I think she dropped this week. I’m not sure if 35 weeks is too early for this kind of thing, but if there is one thing that is consistent in pregnancy, it’s that everybody’s pregnancy is different. I’ve been experiencing some mild cramping over the last few days (nothing to cause me alarm) but my intuition tells me she nuzzling herself down into my pelvis. I have an appointment tomorrow so I’m sure my midwife will confirm my suspicion. And I do believe I can take an (almost) full inhale.
Yoga – Still going strong with my yoga practice. One vinyasa class and one prenatal class a week.
Running – I’m very close to calling it. It’s too hilly here and I’m doing more walking than running. It hardly seems worth it. Plus, I respect and love running too much to try and ‘push through it.’ My last two runs were pretty uncomfortable due to the added pressure (and I didn’t think it could get any worse – HA!) on my bladder and now my colon (which is another reason I think she is dropping).
Swimming – No swimming this week. I wish I was into swimming right now, but I’m just not.
Milestones: 35/35 (35th week, 35 days to go until due date)
Symptoms: GI issues. I used to stress about not pooping before a run, but not pooping before yoga at this point in pregnancy is FAR worse. And that is all I’m going to say on the matter. Also mild cramping and fatigue that reminds me of the 1st trimester. I’ve only been awake for an hour and I’m already exhausted again. 30 minute cat naps are required to get through the day.
What I’m looking forward to: Chris coming home in a two weeks!
What I miss: My husband and all the perks that come along with them while pregnant: foot rubs, meals cooked, runs to the grocery store for cravings or just because I always seem to have forgotten something at the grocery store despite my very organized list and not realize it until I begin to prepare the meal, having somebody around who is just as excited about this pregnancy as you are, general support, etc…you get the idea.
Next appt: tomorrow
Due Date: July 4th
Sunday was a double celebration: my baby shower and my 35th birthday. In all honesty, I forgot about my birthday (not completely forgot, but I didn’t wake up thinking, ‘today is my birthday’ like I do every birthday morning) until I woke up and read an email from Chris wishing me a happy birthday. Really the only ones who knew it was my birthday was my immediate family which was fine by me because the day was truly about the celebration of Baby Barrett!
The most surprising trademark this pregnancy has left in my life is my sense of peace, calmness and overall feeling of everything being exactly as it should. I feel as though just having something bigger than me to be responsible for, has shifted my focus off the little things that happen in life and forces you to think about the world in a new way. The fact that I totally forgot it was my birthday (when usually I LOVE talking about my birthday) is fitting.
Onto the celebration
I wanted to have the shower at my house for a couple of reasons:
- I wanted my friends and family to know where I lived and that they were always welcome to come visit, which I feel will be paramount to my mental health the first month Chris is away.
- Since we bought this house four years ago we’ve been remodeling. Our home is finally complete (almost) and we are in a position to entertain people.
I had SO MANY people come over! I really had not anticipated that many people would be able to come. I was so honored and humbled so many of them took time out of their busy lives to support and celebrate my new family! I think I counted about 26 friends and family members at one point. In retrospect, I think it would have been better to have less people so I could have “worked the room” a little more. I hope they all had a good time.
Setting up the party
My sister and I (she threw the awesome shower!)
Mom, Sister, and I
All the aunties
The next day I washed and folded all the adorable baby girl clothes and blankets. My house smelled of yummy babies!
One of the coolest gifts I got was this hand knitted blanket, hat, and book. She must have taken HOURS making this beautiful thoughtful gift. Her card had a beautiful note about what an impact reading books together had on her and her sons life (her son is going away to college this summer) as he was growing up and how they still have a connection with each other over book conversations. VERY thoughtful.
I couldn’t have asked for a better way to celebrate with my loved ones.
Tomorrow I’m going baby shopping with my sister for a few final things I need for baby. I have a feeling time is going to start moving very fast from here on out.
Sidenote – a friend told me at the end of the night that I shouldn’t wear stripes anymore because they make me look too big. LOL…..body issues much bitch! I almost bit my tongue off as I was holding back snark at her. She’s got issues, it’s not about me. I LOVED that dress and I LOVE the way I look right now. Nobody can tell me otherwise.
When people ask me how I’m feeling the answer is always the same: “I’ve never been better.” and that is the honest truth!