I really suck at remembering to take pictures...

It's the second week that I completely forgot to take belly pictures.  Not that it really matters...I'm a whale and even some of Greg's shirts are covering my massive bump.  It really is depressing.  With that being said: let's talk about baby.

Yesterday I had my 34th week appointment.  It went extremely well.  I was so worried about my weight...luckily I only gained a pound.  The doctor told me that probably from here on out I won't gain as much (WHOO HOOO!) and that any weight I do gain in these last few weeks (omg omg OMG) is purely baby. 

They did have to take my blood pressure twice though.  There must have been issues with the automatic pump because the cuff kept trying to blow off, so they did it around the wrist.  No biggie, the last time they did that it was wayyyy under.  Well this time...it was wayyyyyyyyy over.  Intitinally it was 140/92...yea.  Next they did it manually and they got a good reading 122/74.  I'm pretty sure that if they would have done the manual one first it wouldn't even be that high.

Boo's heart rate was amazing, 145, and strong once they found it.  The little bugger wouldn't stay still and kept moving away from the Doppler.  He is head down, and apparently is already at about a -3 station:  meaning his head isn't engaged in the birth canal just yet but he's getting ready to get into position.  Another good thing from what she can feel is that he's not postitor.  She doesn't want to induce me, for any other reason than a medical emergency.  From what she knows about my pregnancy so far, there shouldn't be any issues.  (Yay!)

I go for another appointment in two weeks and then after that, I'll be going back every week.  I can't believe how fast this pregnancy has gone by.  It's just amazing that I'm pretty much done already.  That he'll be here real soon.  I've  come to a calm that everything will get done.  And I realize that although our financial situation isn't ideal, it could be a lot worse.  (Now if only Greg's work will get on the ball with all this extra overtime...he's on loan but not for long.)

Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee

And So, The Countdown Begins!

My life has become a numbers game:
33: Weeks pregnant
49: Days left in my pregnancy
28: Days left until full term
48: Days that Greg is supposed to be working non stop starting July 29th
2: Number of Braxtion Hicks contractions that I had last night in a 3 hour time period
50: Number of pounds I have gained so far. (Blehhhh I'm disgusted)
4: Liters of water I drink a day
0: Centimeters dilated

 Definitely seems like time was going so fast, and now it seemed to stall.  Which, I guess, is a good thing.  I'm still so unprepared though.  Some days it feels like nothing is going to get done.  And it's driving me nuts.  Somethings I need help with still, and I'm not going to get it.  Greg has less motivation than me to get things done.  Which I can understand.  He's been (and is going to be) working too much.

I just hope he doesn't have too much on his plate. 

And I hope that when the time comes his job will be understanding of the time he'll need to take off.

But I doubt that they will.  And generally speaking, if it comes to me or his job...it's looking like his job will win.

My mom already offered for me to stay there while I'm recovering after the baby.   To which I laughed in my head.  There is absolutely no way in hell I'm going to separate my family moments after my child is born.  Not to mention, I'm going to need to stay in York.  The baby's doctor is going to be here as well as mine.  Just in case something happens...you never know.  But talking to that woman is like banging your head against the wall.  The only thing it will lead to is a terrible headache and mass confusion.

I guess this is all tied to jitters.  Some days I question if this was all a terrible mistake.  That maybe I'm not ready.  Maybe both Greg and I need to grow up before we have this child.  But every time I have one of those thoughts I shake it out of my head.  I know that this is not the ideal time.  I know that if things were different I would be planning my trip down the aisle and not the trip to the delivery room.  And I know that everyone has their doubts before.  That everyone kind of freaks out because they don't want to do wrong. 

It's just so close to the end.  I can almost see August 30th already.  And I am so excited and nervous at the same time.

And so...the countdown keeps going.

Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee

Breastfeeding is fun? (TMI)

So last night at class we talked to the lactation consultant.  I really cannot wait to breastfeed.  Even if I once planned on only doing it for a few months, I'm really going to try for a whole year now.  *Maybe beyond that?  But I doubt that*  I know when I go back to work I'll have to pump, but at least I know that I can do it.  I think Greg is pretty excited for me to do it as well.  He's very supportive that I chose to BF. 

Speaking of boobs...they've been changing.  They hurt and they are sore.  (Sorry, TMI) But I suppose it's all worth it.  I just bought some Lansinoh cream...and it's amazing.  I wish I had this stuff about 3 weeks ago.  So good.  So very, very good.

This past week I've been getting things that we didn't receive at the shower.  We got our mobile, a few hooded bath towels and the diaper bag.  I can't wait until we get the mattress.  And the dresser.  And the glider.  And the changing table.  And...and...and...

...Okay so maybe I'm not prepared.  I just can't help it.  I'm so excited!  I know the days are just ticking away.  52 days until my due date! AHHHHHH!!! 

I'm less freaked now, and way more excited.  I can't wait to meet my son.  :D

Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee

Welcome Summer!

I have come to the realization that it's offically summer and I will melt.  I'm always hot.  Always sweaty.  And the newest craving is anything ice cream related.  (Milkshakes, frozen yogurt, Rita's custard, DQ blizzards, ice cream cakes...the list could really go on and on.)  But what can you do?  Summer is always hot.  It's just going to be a little hotter this year.

Instead of actually doing anything productive, I made a to do list.  So far:  I've gotten nothing done.  But at least I sort of have a plan.  And luckily, I might not need a lot of help with Greg.  Well...he still needs to help, but at least I can pin point exactly what needs done.

This week is super busy.  I have a lot to get done before we leave for home on Friday.  Let's see:  Boo's room needs redone, cleaning, sorting out things that I'm going to sell on craigslist, taking pictures of said items, our first birthing class *Whooo!*, and probably about another million things.

...And the list just keeps getting longer...HA!

But through it all, I'm getting excited for my shower this weekend!  I've never really had a party for "me" since I was a child...depsite a sweet sixteen that was mostly for my stepdad because I had no say.  I'm so grateful that I have a wonderful best friend who wanted to throw me a shower.  And she is truly making this fiesta all about the baby.  I really am blessed to have amazing people in my life. 

It's Tuesday...and that means I have pictures.  Warning...they look terrible because Greg doesn't know how to use a camera. :)

HAHA....you can't see where my belly ends and where the wall starts!  :(  I'm huge.  Ohhhhh well.  (And that's my shower dress behind me.  I can't wait to wear it. :D)

Okay.  This picture makes me REALLY sad.  Again with all the shadows and it's hard to see the belly..and my butt looks huge.  But also, my face isn't that chubby.  My arms might be that big, I can't really tell..but my face isn't that big.  I swear.  And if it is, I refuse to believe it.

*Shakes head*










Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee

Omg, omg, omg, omg!

Tomorrow is the BIG day!  Well, not the BIGGEST day...but a BIG day indeed!  We get to find out the gender!   *does a little happy dance.*  I'm so excited.  And not only do we find out the gender, we get to see the baby, AND we get to see my family!  OMG!  I haven't seen them since...December.  I kinda miss them.  I'm so excited.


It's like I'm 5 years old and tomorrow we're going to disney land.


Unfortunately I have to clean and do a whole bunch of stuff around the house today.  Which makes me very unhappy.  But I guess it's all worth it. 


Well, I guess I need to get stuff done.  :) 
Have a great day!


~MommyToBee


Ohhh P.s.:  I will post the gender on Monday!  WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO :D!

"I'm sorry for knocking you up for this weather."

I love my fiancee.  He's so cute sometimes.


If you don't know, there is a mini-heat wave over Pa.  It's not too bad, just really muggy and humid.  It's also April.  So I'm really dreading this whole "summer" pregnancy thing.  I knew it wasn't going to be easy.  But dang...does it have to start so early?  Lucky for me though, this weekend it's going to break and go back the the mid 60's and that's a little more like it. 


Greg got the AC to work last night, after he said I looked down right miserable.  By 7 o'clock I already took 3 showers and I had another one after we got the AC to kick in.  I tried to suck it up but I felt like I was melting.  Today though, I actually turned off the AC...I got that cold.  I even put on my long-sleeved shirt on.  I'm sure I'm going to be hot tonight, but for right now, I'm feeling pretty good.


Good grief is it August yet?


It's three days until we have our ultrasound.  I cannot wait.  Both Greg and I are going crazy over this.  It's a big moment for us.  I just wonder what we have.  Last night I had a dream that it was a little boy.  Looked exactly like Greg.  So I'm wondering if that's a little forsight to what we can expect?  All I know is that we're going to have a cute baby.  I can see it now.  And if I close my eyes and just let my mind wonder, I can almost feel that baby in my arms already.  We still got around 20 weeks to go...the wait is killing me!  I wonder if I'm excited because of losing munchkin last year?  I suppose that's a theory.


The time seems to be dragging.  I don't mind the whole pregnancy thing...I just want the main event to get here.  It seems so far away.  And I got so much time to go. 


Well I think it's time for a nap...
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee

Happy Friday!

Again, here comes the weekend.  Seems like without fail the weekend comes around and something's happening.  This weekend isn't big for me, but for Greg.  He l-o-v-e-s the first day of trout.  I must admit, I'm kind of bummed that I can't go along.  It looks like so much fun, and Greg always has a good time.  I know it's for the best.  That they usually go in some backwoods little hole, with no potty, and it's going to be all men.  I remember last year at this time.  The night before trout season started.  We both tried to stay up all night, and then at 2 am he left me.  I held onto him, begging him not to go.  (I even played dirty and tried to lure him with promises of things he likes.)  But nope, he went.  And caught some big trout.  He told me that he had some of the best trout he ever caught.

I can't believe in a year how much things have changed. 

Here we are: 5 months pregnant, engaged, living together, and trying not to kill one another.  Last year he was unemployed.  Now I'm the one without a job and he's the one who's bringing home the bacon.  (only when the bacon is on sale, of course)  Greg and I went through a lot the past year.  People trying to get in between us.  The loss of a child.  We had to deal with me being sick, and not knowing what will happen. 

I probably couldn't do it without him.

I kind of love that man a lot.  I hope he knows.  He got my heart now, forever and always.

Let me just say that craigslist is pretty effing awesome.  We bought a crib back in like January (?) for real cheap.  When we went to go see it, it looked pretty good, and it had the main feature that I wanted.  I wanted a drop side, and they are hard to find.  It looked old, it looked like it was used well and the price was pretty good.  Well fast foward to now when I see newer cribs that I love.  And then I realize that our first purchace wasn't such a great one.  The crib we first bought would have done the job, but it wasn't in my mind, safe.  Even the couple we bought it from said they got it from a second-hand store.  So, on the side Greg and I started looking for a new one.

And last night, we found it.  It is beautiful.  It's cherry.  :)  (And of course they already took down the ad)  The only thing it doesn't convert to a toddler bed, but that's okay. 
It's gorgeous.  And I'm going to make it look like a million bucks. 

'Cause Mommy is getting excited for the little one.  I'm offically saying it's one week until we find out the gender.  The other women I know who are due in August already found out what they are having...so I better find out too.  Or I'll be majorly upset.  :)

I'm off to greet the day.  I think I'm gonna go for another walk today.  It's just too beautiful not to go out.

Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee

Overachiever?

The time is currently 7:55am and I have already eaten breakfast, folded about 2 loads of laundry and did a general pick up of our room's floor.  Not only that:  but I'm dressed.  And I'm not meaning I threw on a new shirt and I'm still wearing the same old sweat pants that I've been wearing for 4 days straight.  Nope.  I am wearing jeans and a t-shirt.  I. Am. DRESSED.  Why?  I have absolutely no effing idea.  I know that I cleaned up for the landlord coming.  But the whole reason to be dressed completely blows my mind.  Generally, I don't have a reason to be dressed for the day.  I'm kind of excited that I motivated myself enough to do so. 


Well.  Let me first off on saying that I'm sorry for my (lack of) a last post.  The person I was referring to probably still has no clue that I'm completely annoyed with them.  It's kind of hurtful.  I don't want to resent this person, but I don't want to tell them how I feel because I don't want to hurt them.  This year has been very trying for them, and I don't want to complicate matters. 


So I'm going to bottle it up.  Apparently he/she doesn't want to hear what I have to say, even when they ask for my opinion.  So I'm gonna clam up.  They know that they are slowly ruining their lives.  So why should I even let them get me down?


Okay...pregnancy stuff!


I am growing impatient about finding out the sex of the baby.  It's only 10 days away (God willing) and I cannot wait!  Everyday it gets a little more exciting.  I want to know if I need pink stuff or blue stuff!  Gah.  It's like when you're little and you know a big trip is coming up.  That sort of new/exciting feeling in the pit of your stomach that keeps you up at night.  Hrmmm...maybe that feeling in the pit of my stomach is actually the baby doing flips?  Because he/she is doing that now.  Anyway, I'm too excited.  Maybe the tech could also say if I'm a little further than what the doctor's think I am?  I'm still convinced that I'm too huge for 5 months. 


Oh wait...I was huge BEFORE I got pregnant.


I sometimes forget that I'm a hippo.


Now, a little excitement.  I had a little worry attack.  Starting on Monday morning until last night, I didn't feel the baby at all.  Like....at ALL.  I freaked!  Mainly because I felt the baby everyday at least once for almost 2 weeks up at that point.  So I was worried.  I didn't know what was going on.  I tried to conivce myself that it was just in a different place and I couldn't feel it.  Or that I had a sleepy baby during the day and secretly at night the baby was kicking up a storm.  Or maybe what I was feeling for the past 2 weeks it wasn't really the baby...and more like my muscles.  Again, I tried to convince myself.  I made Greg and my Mom go nuts.  But secretly, I was out of my mind.  I can't help it.  My mom had a normal, perfect child (ME!) before she had a miscarriage.  Compared to me, it's a story of once bitten, twice shy.  So I want to be prepared for anything bad that might happen. 'Cause ya know, I'm not COMPLETELY deranged.  After a really hard time trying to convince myself that everything is fine, I finally relaxed


Anyway...last night Greg and I were watching American Idol while we ate.  And at one point, I leaned back and kind of rubbed my belly.  It was one of the performaces and I was zooning out (I don't particularly care for this preformer) and wouldn't you know....the little bugger was DANCING.  You could see my belly push up and down at spots.  Baby boo was going nuts.  I couldn't believe it.  I felt the baby flipping and punching.  The kicks seemed to be coming from everywhere. 


My kid is going to drive me to my grave.  And it might happen in utero if he or she doesn't stop making me worry.


Since the weather is be-u-t-ful I think I'm going to go for more walks in the up coming week.  Might as well, right?  Walking is good for both me and the baby.  And it let's Mommy get out of the house.  The only problem is that I live in the Ghetto.  And there's really no good place around me to walk.  We live in an area of th city that isn't completely terrible...but it's nothing like Newmanstown.  Where you can walk until the streetlights come on, and the only trouble you'll get into is your mom yelling at you for being late.  Here it's crazy drivers that don't watch where they are going.  And young kids who think they are badass.  My phillosophy is that if I don't bother you, don't bother me.  Greg makes me take a knife or something when I go out for walks, but I don't like to do that.  But I do understand that people are messed up and will try anything.


Well I think I'm going to take my overachieving butt for a walk, since the birds sound so pretty.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee

Another Week! :D

The past few weeks have been...interesting. Weeks 15 and 16 I had a stomach bug that made me worry about the health of the baby. Week 17, I found it hard to eat and drink water. And now at week 18 is starting off with lots of cravings and hunger. Yesterrday I needed to have pancakes for breakfast. (I had a dream about them. Then I needed to have spaghetti with meat sauce. For desert I needed to have a mixed dish of ice cream from Dairy Queen.

I maintain the fact that it wasn't me who wanted it...it was the baby. And boy, once I ate those three things...I got kicked...alot. In fact, when Greg and I were at Giant to pick up some of the things we needed for the spagetti, I got kicked so hard in the kidney, I almost doubled over. Of course, Greg goes..."The baby can't kick you in the kidney!" And all I could think was: "Oh yea, and you've had a mini human growing inside of you?" I know that the baby didn't really kick my kidney...but it felt like it. And the fact that the kicks are getting stronger is a pretty awesome thing. I had a little issue with not being able to feel them on the inside, but I definately felt them on the outside. That is no longer the case. I'm pretty sure that the little one is doing flips and cartwheels and pretending that my insides are his or her own personal punching bag.


It's pretty awesome though. :) I really am not complaining. I just want him or her to know that it's prefectly find to beat me up. I just beat up Daddy then. :D
So I had a pretty amazing weekend! It started out on Saturday. My best friend, Jenn, came down for a visit. Jenn, her husband, Greg and I went fishing and just had a nice day just fishing and catching up. It was so nice to be around some of my friends. Seems like lately it's been all about Greg and his friends. I know that's not really the case...but it was really nice to see them! I'll have to post the pictures I got from our little fishing trip tomorrow, since I can't seem to find the usb cord. We went fishing...got caught on rocks...lost sinkers and hooks...Jenn was the only one who caught a fishie!...we had dinner...and a little shopping at Greg's favorite store. I actually cried a little when we had to say goodbye. I'm a sap. And pregnancy hormones aren't helping.
I know that it's only less than 2 weeks until I get to see everyone up there. I am so friggen excited. I'm also pretty excited for our gender prediction ultrasound. I really, really, REALLY want to know! Seems like everyone else who is due the month I'm due already found out. I know I'm one of the late ones, but I still want to know! I know in the beginning I was praying it's a boy...but I'm raelly liking the fact that there might be a little girl in there. Either way...I'm going to be happy.


*kicking starts for the first time today*


Well, I guess it's about that time...stoopid laundry.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee