Thursday, March 13, 2014

40 Weeks- The Final Countdown


The end of the road!
Crossed the finish line!
The end of the journey!

...so...where's the baby?

I am now officially 40 weeks, and still very much pregnant. I know this is totally normal, especially for a first pregnancy, but I have to admit I am getting extremely antsy.

Remember how a few weeks ago, I was complaining about everyone assuming I am miserable, as well as declaring that I am in no hurry to have this baby? Well, let me update that status:

While I am not necessarily miserable, I am certainly LESS comfortable than I was 3 weeks ago. My body feels ok, but the worst symptom I have right now is my skin. Not only are my detested stretchmarks getting darker and multiplying, but they ITCH LIKE CRAZY! They are super inflamed and bumpy. I try so hard to not scratch them and to treat them (Luckily I know a super cool derm PA with the sweet hook ups) but they still drive me nuts. Two nights ago, I made the mistake and succumbing to the itch and went to town on them, scratching away. Big mistake. I spent the next two hours trying to find ways to stop the inflamed burning. I tried creams, aloe, blowing air on them, fanning them, witch hazel, and in an act of desperation...diaper rash cream. It was awful! I finally was able to get past the itch, but every night I wake up to it. It sucks.

While we are still terrified of becoming parents, we are now feeling more ready and excited for our baby to come. I've been trying to will him out for the past three days by taking long walks, bounding on my exercise ball, eating pineapple, doing zumba, and sending mental vibes to the kid to set himself free. I don't think I will ever get to the point of using castor oil, though. That sounds worse than being pregnant.

Despite my complaints, there is still some good stuff about my pregnancy. My body does not ache much and I am still able to get out and do things without feeling too winded. Plus, ever since my stretch marks came in, I have given myself permission to temporarily eat what I want (within reason) until the baby comes. Where you are 40 weeks along, I feel it is your right. Ha.

We are hoping to have this baby by Sunday (March 16) because that would be very convenient for Jordan's schedule. Let's see what happens!

And to end, here are what I hope to be my final chalkboard belly shots:

Weird Week

Is it weird that I picture my baby wearing an all white suit, holding a microphone, and belting out Boyz II Men "End of the Road" inside my uterus? Because that's how I see this kid right now.

"Although we've come to the end of the road, still I can't let go."

And I all want to say is "Let go, kid, let go! It's time to come out!"

It's been a very interesting week. Last Friday, I went in for my 39 week appointment.I wasn't dilated at all. My blood pressure was unusually high (140/100). My doctor explained that pre-eclampsia was a possibility. He instructed me to collect all my urine for 24 hours in a weird jug on Saturday, and to turn it in to the hospital on Sunday to have my protein count analyzed. If my protein was too high and my blood pressure remained high, then I would have to be induced that day.

This all freaked me out. I have been trying to avoid induction and pre-eclampsia was a scary thought. I felt like we were running out of time to get everything ready! It was a pretty stressful Saturday, thinking about everything. Luckily, Jordan was as cool as a cucumber about the whole thing. He even took my blood pressure himself on Saturday and told me that it was totally normal.  On Saturday, we decided to have a nice date since there was a chance we would have a kid soon. Because of all the outstanding reviews we heard about it, we saw the Lego Movie. (I was amazed that Jordan agreed without any hesitation. He normally groans when I make him "watch cartoons" with me.) It was really funny. We both laughed out loud quite a few times and it made me excited to play with legos with our boy someday. Then we got some delicious pizza.

Sunday morning came and we went to the hospital for the blood pressure test and urine analysis. My blood pressure was totally normal, and my protein level was just fine. Phew! Glad I worried about it for two days straight! Sheesh.

On Tuesday, I decided to take a walk to try to jiggle this baby out. On my way home, I lost my footing and fell forward. I landed on my hands first, but my belly did hit the ground, too. I was a little shaken, but otherwise ok. I called my doctor's office to report the fall and asked if I needed to do anything. My doctor's nurse said that the protocol was to go to the hospital (maternity triage) and have fetal monitoring done since I was 39 weeks along. I immediately went to the triage unit and felt like an idiot.

Triage nurse: Can I help you?
Me: Yeah, uh....I fell down on the ground and was told to come here...
Nurse: Oh! Are you OK??? Did you land on your stomach?
Me: Kinda?
Nurse: Any cramping? Contractions? Headaches? Discharge? Bleeding?
Me:....no....
Nurse: Did you hurt yourself?
Me:....um....no....
Nurse: OK....anything feel wrong?
Me:.....uh....no... I was just told to come here.

I was hooked to a fetal monitor for about 40 minutes and everything looked fine. Once I got the go ahead, I was able to leave. The next walk I went on, I was extra careful and aware of my footing.

Yesterday, I went in for my 40 week appointment. Once again, I was not dilated at all. D'oh! My doctor explained what the foley cervical balloon is and I agreed to try it out (we have been discussing this balloon for several visits). Basically, it's a medical balloon that they insert into the cervix and then fill with saline. Then it just sits there and the pressure of the balloon helps "ripen" the cervix (ew) to help make it dilate and prepare for delivery. I started having contractions shortly after I got home, but then they went away. We will see if anything exciting happens. Stay tuned...

So that was my week. We are hoping this kid will come soon!

Hot?

After Jordan proposed to me, we went straight to his parents' house where we would spend the next few days (I was visiting for 4 days during winter break). Jordan took me up to his old bedroom, opened the closet, and took out his old high school hockey jersey. He handed it to me and said, "I always thought it would be hot for my wife to wear my jersey one day."


Yeah, I'm pretty sure he was thinking something a little more like this:


And a little less like this:

Come to mama!

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

A nonpregnant post- BOOKS!

I know that all I seem to blog about is either pregnancy or baby related. Admittedly, that is the biggest thing going on in my life right now. I officially resigned from my job a few weeks ago, so all I have been doing over the past 2 months has been baby related- showers, registering, shopping, doctor's appointments, nesting, etc....

Still, one nonbaby thing has been taking place in my life- I have become reintroduced to reading. There was once a time in my life when I enjoyed reading, but high school kind of killed that. My language arts teachers had us constantly reading books (which is a good thing), so I lost all desire to read when I was done with homework. College didn't help, either. Reading text book after research article over and over squashed any desire to read for recreation. Once grad school was over, I read a bit more, but not much. Working full time in Tulsa didn't help me. I know for some, reading is a stress reliever, but to me, it's not.

Since moving to Oklahoma City, I have not been working full time and have had much more free time. This has lead to me reading  more than I have read in years. I always like hearing about books that others like to read, so I thought I would write a list of the books I have read in the past year.


Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns), by Mindy Kaling: I really enjoyed this book, but I am a Mindy Kaling fan (she played Kelly on the Office and was one of the writers of the series). It's a part autobiography, part essay book about her journey to success in show business, but she tells it in a very humble, funny way. I actually listened to this book on audio CDs which was read by her, so at times it felt like a girlfriend was telling me funny stories while we sipped smoothies at a Starbucks together.

Dad is Fat, by Jim Gaffigan: Of COURSE I loved this book. I love all things Gaffigan. I was greedy and checked out the audio book AND paper copy at the same time from library so I could enjoy his poorly drawn illustrations and pictures in the book, but hear him read his own words. This book was so funny and so warm. It's always fun to hear a dad talk about how much he loves his kids.

Belly Laughs, by Jenny McCarthy: Ugh. This book was lame. I know, the whole "Jenny McCarthy" thing should have given it away. I checked it out when I JUST found out I was pregnant, so I was excited to enter the club of all things pregnancy. This book is basically just Jenny complaining about how she had the worst pregnancy ever. Every chapter seemed incredibly over-exaggerated.  Plus, I found it interesting that she was practically bragging about all the unhealthy things she did when she was pregnant, but all blame is put on immunizations for her son's autism. I am certainly not saying that her decisions in pregnancy lead to her son's autistic diagnosis, but I think they hold as much of a possibility (if not more) to contributing to it than her son's postpartum shots. Just saying.

The DaVinci Code, by Dan Brown: I admit- I didn't finish this book. I got about two thirds into it and quit. See, I'm not one of those people who can't NOT finish a book. I have no problem quitting a book. I liked the story enough, but it was just not moving fast enough for me, and at one point it was moving into weird territory for me. Jordan and I ended up just watching the movie, so I know how it ends. Good enough for me.

Born Standing Up, by Steve Martin: Jordan and I listened to this audio book (read by the author) on our way to....somewhere. I can't remember. Maybe St. Louis? Anyway, I was expecting this autobiography to be more, y'know, Steve Martiny. But it was surprising more serious. Still, it kept our interest. It is fun to learn about how hard some celebrities have worked to get where they are today. I often think of actors as just being lucky, but this guy worked hard to be successful. Plus, he talks about his first job as a kid at Disneyland, and anything about Disneyland is worth reading. I honestly can't remember if we finished the book or not.

Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, by Douglas Adams:  I really wanted to read a book with Jordan, and I thought this one would be a good one since it is somewhat short and funny. We read it together and there were times when we both laughed out loud. It is well written, but it doesn't really end, which annoyed me a little because I knew I probably wouldn't be able to get Jordan to read the next one with me very easily (Jordan was a great sport in reading the book with me, but reading is not his favorite thing ever).

Bringing Up BeBe, by Pamela Drunkerman: I LOVED this book! It is not a parenting book, but more a parenting observation book. The author is an American woman who is married to a British man, and they are raising their children in Paris. She writes about her observation of French parenting vs American/Canadian/English parenting. She is honest about her own American parenting perspectives and how they often clash with the French style. It was a fun book to read (or listened to, this was another book I got both the paper copy and audio of), and I recommend it to any parent of young kids. Even if you don't take any pointers from the French, it was still just fascinating to read.

The Book of Mormon Girl, by Joanna Brooks: I liked this book ok, though I didn't feel the sisterhood of the book that I was expecting. I like Joanna Brook's blog Ask Mormon Girl, and I have enjoyed some of her podcasts, so I was expecting to enjoy the book more than I did. I think part of it is that she and I grew up in two different generations and geographical areas of Mormon culture, so I felt like I really couldn't relate to a lot of her experiences. Many times I would read something and think, "Uh...I was NEVER taught that in Young Women's" or "That's actually not common culture, lady." But some of the chapters I felt were very moving. I gave it a B, I suppose.

Church of Lies, by Flora Jessop: Yikes. This book was intense at times. It is an autobiography of a woman who grew up in a very strict FLDS community and escaped it. Some of the stuff was pretty hard to read. I had to remind myself that this is ONE person's experience, and while I do not think she is lying, I know that not all who are part the FLDS community live like she had. But still- it was very captivating, sad, and also inspirational.

Lost Boy, by Brent W. Jeffs: This is another autobiography about someone who was once part of the FLDS church. I read this one right after Jessop's book, I guess just to compare their stories. Brent Jeffs lived in a different, slightly more liberal FLDS community than Jessop, but his story still had sad moments in it.

Gone Girl, by Gillian Flynn: Boooo. This book was super lame. I only got about halfway done and that was all I could take. The characters were so unlikeable and annoying. Plus, I listened to this one as an audio book and the reader was KIRBY HEYBOURNE! So the whole time I was picturing Kirby as the character, which was distracting (plus, that man reads soooo slowly!). I ended up just finishing the plot by reading it on wikipedia and I am SO glad I didn't stick out this book, because the story ended up being super stupid, in my opinion.

The One and Only Ivan, by Kathleen Applegate: This chapter book is more for children, but I still liked it. It was very cute. It is based on the true story of a gorilla who lived his whole life in captivity. It is told from the perspective of the gorilla. I read the whole thing in one evening (it is a children's book, afterall). It was sweet.

By the Time You Read This, I'll be Dead, by Julie Anne Peters: This is a young adult book and is pretty somber. It is about a suicidal teenaged girl who has made a final plan to kill herself, and is told through many flashbacks of sad moments in her life. It also focuses on budding friendships that are taking place in her life during this time. It was a quick read, and I was entertained by it.

The Earth, My Butt, and Other Round Things, by Caroline Mackler: Another young adult novel. This story is pretty much a coming of age book. The main character is a teenaged girl going through the awkward phase of being chubby at high school and adjusting to a weird situation in her family. Admittedly, it was fun to read. Though I couldn't really relate to the character in most ways, it DID take me back to high school for a little while.

The Rosie Project, by Graeme Simsion: Ha! I liked this book. It is set in Austrailia and is about a professor who is on the journey to finding a wife. It is made clear in the very beginning of the book that he is most likely has a diagnosis of either Aspergers or high functioning Autism. The book is narrated in the first person by him, which is entertaining. At one point, two characters use the F word like 40 times which gets a little distracting and annoying, but overall I liked this book and even laughed out loud quite a few times.

Wonder, by R.J. Palacio: This book is a great book for kids, and I really liked it as well. It's about a 10 year old boy with severe physical facial defects, and it is told by many narrators in the story. It's one that I definitely want my kid to read when he is in grade school.

12 Years a Slave, by Solomon Northup: I hate violent movies, and since this movie was rated R I knew the violent scenes were going to be too intense for me (I'm a wuss, I know). I decided to read the book instead. This book was ok. It is an autobiography by Solomon, and I really don't like his writing style. He is very articulate, but he is the KING of run-on sentences. Plus, the way he tells his story includes very very little dialogue. I only got about halfway done with his book because the library needed it back, but I wasn't too sad to give it back unfinished.

The Handmaid's Tale, by Margaret Atwood: I just finished this book. Wow, it was captivating. I read it really quickly. It's about a strict religious cult who take over the country in the not too distant future. It is told in the first person by the main character, and she intentionally is vague in parts of the story which drove me CRAZY! But it was still very interesting.

Anyway, that is my list. Reviewing it has reminded me that I prefer to read nonfiction to fiction books, but a few fictional ones snuck in there. I would love to hear any recommendations of other books I can read during late night feedings, or other's opinions of these books.



Monday, February 24, 2014

Guest post

Hello, Baby here! And yes, I do have a laptop that I can type on in the womb, thanks for asking.

I thought I would pop in and say "Hi" to everyone since my mom keeps talking about me. Geez, does that lady have anything better to do than obsess over me, delivery, and nesting? Answer: No.

I am excited to enter the world outside of my mom's abdomen, but I'm in no hurry. I've actually been pretty successful at keeping myself entertained in here. Here are a few games I've made up:

Game #1: I call this game "Suckuh!" It's where I move, kick, punch, and roll like crazy until I hear Mom say, "Holy crap, Jordan! This kid is so wiggly. Quick- feel my stomach!" As soon I feel the pressure of Dad's hand on her stomach, I stay perfectly still for several minutes. Suckuh! They fall for it every time.

Game #2: I call it "Wake Up!" When my vessel has been sedentary for a while, it usually means my mom fell asleep. Who does she think she is, the Queen of England?! She can sleep when she's dead. So the game is played by seeing how many kicks I can do before she wakes up and turns over. Sometimes she wins and falls back asleep, but sometimes I win where I don't give up moving.

I also have been enjoying the room service..or shall I say WOMB service? Heehee....oh c'mon. That's a good joke for a baby. In the mood for chocolate cake? I just have to send some weird vibe and soon enough, I'll hear Mom say, "It's so weird- I HATE chocolate cake!" That's when I know room service will be here soon. Recently, I've been on a big chocolate kick. When chocolate is denied, I usually just demand it even more. Mom usually gives in. And like clockwork, she always says the same thing: "But I don't even LIKE chocolate all that much." That lady is so predictable. But I know baby can't live on chocolate alone, so sometimes I mix it up by asking for cold pepperoni or pretzel sticks. Hey, don't judge me. Once I'm out of the womb, I get no say in what I eat for a long time.

Anyway, I look forward to meeting most of you soon. I'm still deciding on how to make my grand entrance...break the water when my mom is shopping at Target? Start and stop contractions over and over? Try to start the party at 3 am? The possibilities are endless!

Sincerely,
Baby


Friday, February 21, 2014

Full Term, Baby!

Yesterday was my 37 week date, so I am technically in early full term. Crazy! Time has simply flown by!

For that last few days, I have been feeling like a ticking time bomb. I had no reason to think that my baby was going to come soon, but I know that when someone delivers at 3 weeks early or less, it doesn't seem like a big deal. Plus, on Tuesday I went to the zoo with a bunch of friends, and a few commented on how all the walking I did that day could possibly jump start labor. So yeah, labor has been on my mind.

To my relief, at my doctor's appointment on Wednesday, my doctor gave me my first cervical exam (which I naively thought would be similar to a pap smear....NOPE). He told me that I was not at all dilated or effaced. He said he fully expected to see me at my weekly appointment next week. FINE WITH ME. Jordan and I are in no hurry for the baby to come.

Now for my periodical good, hard, and entertaining:

The Good: Surprisingly, in many ways I feel a little better than I did at week 30. My sleep has actually improved quite a bit. I still have occasional nights where I only get about 4 hours of sleep, but more often than not I am getting about 7 hours. We did get a new mattress this week, which I think has been helping.

Another good thing is that I still have not suffered from heart burn. I have had many a girlfriend complain about the pregnancy burn, but I've been in the clear for the most part. My energy is pretty good (especially during my witching hours of 10 pm-1 am) and I am not in pain during the day. Sure, mobility is difficult and Iget out of breath super easily, but my back never hurts me.

Some GREAT news is that the baby is no longer breech. For the past two weeks he has been head down. Ah, sweet relief. It makes such a difference to have an occasional kick to the ribs instead of a huge skull lodged there. Also, while our baby is still very active, he has less room to throw punches and kicks so his movements are becoming less uncomfortable.

The Hard: The worst symptom of pregnancy has been my carpal tunnel syndrome. My fingers look like hotdogs and it hurts to bend my fingers and make a fist, especially in the morning. Also, my hands and fingers CONSTANTLY tingle, as if their circulation has been cut off. It is horribly annoying. I hate the feeling, and it only gets worse when I use my hands for things. Applying make up feels awful, as well as typing on the computer or my phone. Yuck. And lifting hand weights or doing exercises on my hands is no longer possible.  In the morning I will have a sharp pain in my wrists, but that at least goes away during the day.

My face has also been subjected to the pregnancy swell. I miss my old nose, cheeks, and chin. It's hard to see my face so swollen and there's nothing I can really do about it.

Also, the saddest thing about pregnancy is....stretch marks. Despite all my dry brushing, exfoliation, cocoa butter, vitamin E oil, olive oil, sweet almond oil, massaging, and drinking tons of fluids...they came just the same. I feel like the Grinch. They are not very noticeable  yet, and they are small, but I know a lot can change in a few weeks. Sometimes you just can't beat genetics.


The entertaining: Despite being pregnant for 8 months now, and despite carrying around 35+ extra pounds, sometimes I forget how big I am. When I'm somewhere I need to pass (like between two people or between a chair and a table), my mind goes into pre-pregnancy mode. I'll try to squeeze past something, only to get stuck or lodged. "Oh, yeah.....I'm huge."

Another current entertaining aspect is working in primary while pregnant. I am the first counselor in our primary presidency, and this month I have been in charge of sharing time. I can tell that all the kids are staring right at my belly during sharing time. It's cute to see the kids so interested in my baby. It's also cute to see them connect spiritual dots when it comes to my baby. For example, last week in sharing time I was discussing the Plan of Salvation, and set it up as a travel guide for our spirits. We start in heaven, then we go to earth to get a body, and then travel back to Heaven ( in simple terms). The kids raised their hands and asked, "So, your baby is traveling right now!" or "Where is your baby right now? On Earth or Heaven?" Which I think is a very good question. It's fun to see them think.

Now, to end with some updated pictures of me and the bump.


Here I am now:



Oh, wait. That's Shrek. Oh, well. Close enough. Most days this is what I think I look like...except that green skin.


Here's 33 weeks:



And here I am  tonight. 





Three more weeks to go! AUGH!!!!!!

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Misery?

One common theme has repeated itself when I am talking to people. Everyone assumes I am miserable. For example, at church, I've heard the following:

"Oh, you look like you are just ready to be DONE!"

"You have 5 more weeks? I bet you wish it was now, huh?"

"You poor thing"

"Are you just counting down the days?"

"Oh, you look like you're about to pop. Are you hanging in there?"

When I saw talking to someone last week, she sympathetically asked, "So are you just MISERABLE?"

When I was walking casually in Hobby Lobby, a sales clerk frowned and said, "Oh, bless your heart!"

Frankly, it's driving me a little crazy. Let the record show that during all these interactions, I was either sitting comfortably, walking normally, standing normally, and often times smiling. There was no instance where I was dramatically waddling or clutching my chest in agony.

I know people mean well. I know they are trying to be nice. But enough is enough! I am certainly less comfortable now than I was when I wasn't pregnant, but my big ol' body is quite manageable in its current state. When I think of times when I truly was miserable (kidney surgery recovery is the first thing that comes to mind), this time of pregnancy seems like a breeze. And though my second trimester was definitely my favorite, I strongly prefer the third trimester to the first one. Misery seems to better describe the first 13 weeks of pregnancy where looking at billboard with a burger on it made me want to puke.

I guess this post is a little bit of a rant and also a reminder to myself to never comment on how a woman must not be enjoying life when she is pregnant, unless she says so. The end.

Monday, February 10, 2014

Confession

People who "hate" Valentine's Day bug me.

Monday, January 20, 2014

Fashion Shots

Today we were able to get 3D shots of our little guy. We learned a few things about our son.

1. He is incredibly wiggly (not surprised, based on the movement I have been CONSTANTLY feeling for the last month).

2. He is NOT cooperative when it comes to getting his picture taken (hopefully he will outgrow this once we is out of the womb? Doubt it.)

3. He likes to explore. For example, he must have been pretty bored with his head down where it was supposed to be. In the last week, he was completely turned around and got his head smashed up against my rib cage. The last 3-4 days, I have had intense, sharp pain in my rib and upper back. I thought he was just kicking me hard, but the pain never went away. Turns out it is because there is a big baby HEAD stuck there. Dang kid. The ultrasound tech showed his face is literally smashed against my rib, as his he was pressing against a glass wall. Luckily, the way the rest of his body is positioned indicates that he is most likely going to easily turn down south again.

Anyway, based on these three facts about our boy, we were lucky to get even remotely clear pictures of his face. These are the two we got:

You can tell in the second picture that he is squished. He also has his cute and blurry hand up by his face. I can already tell he had his dad's big ol' lips. We can't wait to see the rest of him!

Despite his cramped head, everything looks healthy. He is in the 54th percentile for size and weight, which is fine with me. I do NOT want a big baby to deliver! Less than two months to go!

Saturday, January 4, 2014

Now entering the 30's...

No, I'm not talking about Jordan's birthday- I'm 30 weeks along in my pregnancy! WHAT?! I can't believe it. I feel like the second trimester just zoomed by. I remember when I first found out I was expecting, I checked out a TON of labor and pregnancy books from the library, only to shortly think, "This is stupid. March is FOREVER away. I can't even think about my third trimester- it's too far." Now, I feel like I am scrambling to read and learn and buy everything baby. I know, I know, I am not gonna know everything and even if I read stuff, it doesn't mean it will apply. But still, I am definitely feeling the pressure to get MORE prepared for our little dude.

My last update on my pregnancy was at 21 weeks. Aw, the second trimester, how I miss thee. Weeks 22-26 were pretty great. My bump grew, but people seemed to stop making comments on how big I was getting and instead I got a lot of "you look great!" comments (which are ALWAYS nicer to hear.) During the first half of my pregnancy, I was a little self conscience about my growing mid-section, but for the rest of my second trimester, I embraced the bump and had fun with it. Plus, around week 22, I FINALLY felt the baby move. His early movements were so fun. My appetite was fine, I didn't have any heartburn, and my feet, hands, and face still looked normal. My only problem was sleep- my sleep during my second trimester was super crappy. Here's me at 23 weeks:


A few weeks ago, I entered the third trimester. I think my body was like, "Wait, you're in the third trimester already?  But you look comfortable! Let me rearrange some things." BAM! Within a week, my face and hands swelled up and I gained a bunch of weight. Yuck. Plus, the baby decided that his cute little kicks were getting old and he decided to go full on Jackie Chan on my rib cage. For about 3 days during my 27th week, I had to walk around with my hand pushing against my rib to try to free the baby. He still will give me a hard bump against my ribs JUST to remind me who's the new boss. Sometimes he grows tired of my ribs and decided to push right against my bladder, resulting in a bunch of "false alarm" trips to the bathroom. He's a prankster, just like his dad. My clumsiness is at an all time high and my sleep quality is at an all time low. And please don't tell me to "just take more naps"; that's like telling someone who can't do pull ups that they should just try to do more pull ups.


While the third trimester is proving to be harder than the second, I still feel so lucky to be pregnant. Plus, there are some good things. I still don't have stretch marks (knock on wood) and I still have enough energy to exercise somewhat regularly. I've cut down my frequency, mainly due to the holidays and being busy, but I average working out about 3X per week. Better than nothing. My appetite is fine.  Also, while my acid reflux is like an on-going fountain in my throat, I still haven't been subjected to heart burn. Despite Junior's hard kicks, I still enjoy feeling him move and had fun watching my family feel him move over the holidays. Plus, two of my sweet friends have offered to host a shower for me next months, and I am SO excited for it! And finally, we are pretttttty set on a name! I'm gonna be lame and not say it now in case it changes, but we are about 95% sure of the first name. For a while, we were 100% sure of the middle name, but now there is a second one in the running. However, we are completely set on the last name. :)

As far as the entertaining aspects of pregnancy, I am still very emotional (which is funny later but not really while it is happening). Also, I sound like a walking whoopie cushion. No joke. I've just accepted it for now.

Here is my belly (and face) at 27 weeks. This was the first chalkboard picture we took in our new house and were still trying to find a good spot to put the board.


  And here I am today!


Ok, so only ten more weeks to go....I think I can I think I can I think I can.