With the arrival of glorious rain (it's been a while since we got a good soaking) there has been some issues happening. One issue is the ceiling in our bathroom is leaking. This was "fixed" last summer. In fact, the two men who "fixed" this problem spent 2 months installing a window. There were 3 problems that needed fixed last summer: replace a window, fix the ceiling, and cut down a mulberry tree. Well, we still have mulberries all over...AND we have a leaking ceiling. PLUS whenever there's a lot of wind, you can hear a "whistle" coming through the window. So really, we're back at square one. To top it off, Greg's dad doesn't want to call the landlord just yet because we don't have the repairs done yet. (As apart of the rent agreement every year we have to do some things around the house to make sure it passes inspection. The inspection is due in January but we have to have the stuff done...NOW so he knows it's done.)
Not to mention that everyone else (except for Greg's mom...who doesn't use the bathroom...she uses a portable toilet since she can't walk up the steps) can literally do their "business" in the shower. Me, however, cannot pee standing up. (The leak is over the toilet) So I have to quickly pee or I'll be soaked.
This doesn't make the preggo happy. Not. Happy. At. All.
Again with the rain, or maybe just pregnant-ness, I have been tired ALL the time. This would be great, if I could sleep. With waking up litterly every hour to pee, and sometimes not being able to fall back asleep is killing me. I know it's going to get worse once Boo is here. I just hope that I get some sleep soon. (While I'm writing this, I can't stop yawning....oy.)
Of course my teeth issues aren't helping me get quality rest. I haven't been to a dentist in about 6 years. (Very bad, I know) I finally made an appointment, and I'm nervous. I've been dealing with this pain for such a long time though, it needs to get fixed. Apart of me hopes they just yank the one tooth out since it's a wisdom tooth...but I doubt it. After the baby comes out I got to get my wisdom teeth out. :( Not looking forward to it at all.
Boo has been EXTREMELY active lately. Literally, it feels like he's going to kick his way out. One minute he'll have hiccups, next minute he's kicking my ribs. It's pretty cool though. I've started taking videos of him going nuts in there.
'Cause ya know...he's just itching to get out. :)
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
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
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
Friday, July 9, 2010
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
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
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
I have been dreading this day...
It's been one year since I found out that I miscarried our little munchkin. I haven't been looking forward to this day, but I knew it was coming. Somehow, I feel that I should just accept it and try to put it in the past, but I can't. To this day I still think about the child that I had lost every day. It still hurts. I'm not sure that the pain will ever go away.
Although I am completely in love and excited for our little one growing inside of me, I can't help but to wonder what would be. At this time, I would have a child already. A little boy or girl in my arms. But, I have my Boo inside and he's healthy and I cannot wait to have him.
It still hurts. I've been trying to not think about this day...but I can't. I've been trying not to cry, but I am. I've been trying to concentrate on how excited Greg and I are for our little man...but it's so hard. All I can do is just think. And remember. And wonder if it really was my fault. Everyone says that it wasn't my fault, but I'm still not sure. All I want to do is just curl up in Greg's arms and cry.
But I'm going to try to pull myself together. I don't want to put myself under any extra stress and cause harm.
~MommyToBee
Although I am completely in love and excited for our little one growing inside of me, I can't help but to wonder what would be. At this time, I would have a child already. A little boy or girl in my arms. But, I have my Boo inside and he's healthy and I cannot wait to have him.
It still hurts. I've been trying to not think about this day...but I can't. I've been trying not to cry, but I am. I've been trying to concentrate on how excited Greg and I are for our little man...but it's so hard. All I can do is just think. And remember. And wonder if it really was my fault. Everyone says that it wasn't my fault, but I'm still not sure. All I want to do is just curl up in Greg's arms and cry.
But I'm going to try to pull myself together. I don't want to put myself under any extra stress and cause harm.
~MommyToBee
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Fireworks, Long Days and Furniture.
Well. The fourth of July was a major dud this year. Last year we had fireworks (pretty good ones, too) and tons of food and laughter. This year...not so much. No fireworks (no one had money for them) and we got a ton of food and hardly no one ate any. In fact, all the chicken that FIL got had to be made into chicken pot pie...yea. There's enough pot pie to feed a small country, for a year, if they ate it for every meal.
And my huge preggo butt doesn't want to eat something hot and heavy like chicken pot pie. Just saying...I can sweat in an air conditioned room.
Today is the first day of Greg's crazy schedule. I hope they will be able to give him at least one day off in this whole mess. Which, might be a stretch but I'm hoping. I know he's doing this so we will have a little extra money for when boo comes but I don't think it's worth working a possible 76 hours a week.
That's a little...crazy.
I think my nesting kicked in. I'm not going nuts in cleaning, however, I'm definitely in the mind set that I want to get everything together like yesterday. As of this morning I went through every single article of clothing I received. And let me tell ya...some of it, I just can't use. (preemie clothes, girl clothes, clothes that I would never want my child to wear...yes...I might be a little picky, but with what I got...I think I was entitled to it just a little bit.) I went back and forth between what I wanted to do with some of this extra stuff. I was going to sell the clothes, but I decided just to take it to Salvation Army. I really didn't get rid of that much. About 98% of the extra stuff was girls...and it was like size 4...and I'm not sure if I'm going to have another kid...so it was a little pointless for me.
It also forced me to go through all of my clothing. I hope I didn't get rid of anything that I could have used.
With this being said...I now have room for my furniture. To which I wonder...where is it? Greg and I are going to be buying my glider within the next 2 weeks...very cool. The dresser we're supposed to be getting we have no idea when she's ready to give it up (and I want it so I can paint it). And to ask my dad when he's ready to give what he's ready to give has been fruitless. I called him last night and asked him. The response I got was kinda funny. "Well you're not due for another 8 weeks...I got about 7 to get it to you." Hate to break it to you there, champ, but you don't.
I don't want to sound ungrateful. I'm really appreciative of everything I have gotten so far. However, I want to get things done. I don't want to wait until the last minute to get my nursery together. I'm the one who is primarily getting these things done so I want extra time if I slack off a day or two. I don't want to be in the hospital in labor and freaked out that my nursery isn't ready.
Maybe I'm being a control freak. And I'm probably being paranoid. And I'm a-ok with that.
Boo has been on my bladder constantly today. I've been up (and mobile after not sleeping so well last night) since 6:30 and I've been to the bathroom about...15 times so far? Yea...he's tiny little 4ish pound body is up against my bladder today and is causing me to litterly run to the bathroom more than once.
Speaking about Boo...he's totally named already. I'm not even going to lie. He has his name picked out.
...And I'm not saying what it is until he's here. Is it one of the previously mentioned? Or is it a brand new name? We will see. :)
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
And my huge preggo butt doesn't want to eat something hot and heavy like chicken pot pie. Just saying...I can sweat in an air conditioned room.
Today is the first day of Greg's crazy schedule. I hope they will be able to give him at least one day off in this whole mess. Which, might be a stretch but I'm hoping. I know he's doing this so we will have a little extra money for when boo comes but I don't think it's worth working a possible 76 hours a week.
That's a little...crazy.
I think my nesting kicked in. I'm not going nuts in cleaning, however, I'm definitely in the mind set that I want to get everything together like yesterday. As of this morning I went through every single article of clothing I received. And let me tell ya...some of it, I just can't use. (preemie clothes, girl clothes, clothes that I would never want my child to wear...yes...I might be a little picky, but with what I got...I think I was entitled to it just a little bit.) I went back and forth between what I wanted to do with some of this extra stuff. I was going to sell the clothes, but I decided just to take it to Salvation Army. I really didn't get rid of that much. About 98% of the extra stuff was girls...and it was like size 4...and I'm not sure if I'm going to have another kid...so it was a little pointless for me.
It also forced me to go through all of my clothing. I hope I didn't get rid of anything that I could have used.
With this being said...I now have room for my furniture. To which I wonder...where is it? Greg and I are going to be buying my glider within the next 2 weeks...very cool. The dresser we're supposed to be getting we have no idea when she's ready to give it up (and I want it so I can paint it). And to ask my dad when he's ready to give what he's ready to give has been fruitless. I called him last night and asked him. The response I got was kinda funny. "Well you're not due for another 8 weeks...I got about 7 to get it to you." Hate to break it to you there, champ, but you don't.
I don't want to sound ungrateful. I'm really appreciative of everything I have gotten so far. However, I want to get things done. I don't want to wait until the last minute to get my nursery together. I'm the one who is primarily getting these things done so I want extra time if I slack off a day or two. I don't want to be in the hospital in labor and freaked out that my nursery isn't ready.
Maybe I'm being a control freak. And I'm probably being paranoid. And I'm a-ok with that.
Boo has been on my bladder constantly today. I've been up (and mobile after not sleeping so well last night) since 6:30 and I've been to the bathroom about...15 times so far? Yea...he's tiny little 4ish pound body is up against my bladder today and is causing me to litterly run to the bathroom more than once.
Speaking about Boo...he's totally named already. I'm not even going to lie. He has his name picked out.
...And I'm not saying what it is until he's here. Is it one of the previously mentioned? Or is it a brand new name? We will see. :)
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Friday, July 2, 2010
I'm A Big Baby.
Last night at our childbirthing class we watched a video of an actual birth. Now, I have watched baby shows on TV but they don't show what we saw last night. I'm officially freaked the eff out.
Seriously. I didn't sign up for this. He's not coming out. I won't let him. The exit that's already been chosen isn't going to work for me. C-section ain't gonna happen either. So, he's going to be stuck in there FOREVER. And I'm perfectly fine with that. If anyone has any issue with this...I suggest you take a lemon and shove it through your eye socket. Then, and only then can you tell me that I'm being a big baby when it comes to the actual delivery.
Yes, I am planning on taking drugs for the labor. That is my choice. And I want to be doped up. Although, I found out last night that epidurals aren't always the best option. Yea...you're legs can go completely numb. Or just one leg. Or your hips could be numb. And because of this, you will not be able to get out of bed. Hmm. Ohhh but there are other drugs you can get. It'll make you feel drunk and they can be passed to the baby...so the baby might have an issue breathing when he comes out. That doesn't sound good at all.
All I know is that I want to do some of the early labor at home so I can eat. Because once you're hooked up to that monitor, forget eating. You won't get food until little one comes out.
So, yes. I'm rethinking this whole pregnancy/ having a baby thing. I thought childbirthing class was supposed to put me at ease? Instead I'm more freaked out then ever.
I'm a big baby having a baby...this isn't a good combo.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Seriously. I didn't sign up for this. He's not coming out. I won't let him. The exit that's already been chosen isn't going to work for me. C-section ain't gonna happen either. So, he's going to be stuck in there FOREVER. And I'm perfectly fine with that. If anyone has any issue with this...I suggest you take a lemon and shove it through your eye socket. Then, and only then can you tell me that I'm being a big baby when it comes to the actual delivery.
Yes, I am planning on taking drugs for the labor. That is my choice. And I want to be doped up. Although, I found out last night that epidurals aren't always the best option. Yea...you're legs can go completely numb. Or just one leg. Or your hips could be numb. And because of this, you will not be able to get out of bed. Hmm. Ohhh but there are other drugs you can get. It'll make you feel drunk and they can be passed to the baby...so the baby might have an issue breathing when he comes out. That doesn't sound good at all.
All I know is that I want to do some of the early labor at home so I can eat. Because once you're hooked up to that monitor, forget eating. You won't get food until little one comes out.
So, yes. I'm rethinking this whole pregnancy/ having a baby thing. I thought childbirthing class was supposed to put me at ease? Instead I'm more freaked out then ever.
I'm a big baby having a baby...this isn't a good combo.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Picture...Thursday?
I have every intention of working on the blog at least 3 times a week...sometimes that just doesn't happen. Instead, I get lazy and decide I rather sit in my son's room and play with his baby toys. Yea...I'm going to be that kind of a mom.
Let me first say how wonderful my shower was on Saturday. It was really a great party, and I was so surprised that everyone was so excited for me and Greg. That's something that makes me feel really great. I'm so grateful for everything that I got. And for all the well wishes that I received.
Now all I have to do is return some things (pack'n'play...a $12 crib sheet that I just thought was cute) and do the thank you cards.
Ohhh and go through the 4 full garbage bags of clothes that I got. The baby is never going to be without something on.
Tuesday I was supposed to a post but you already know what I was doing and then yesterday my body hated me and I didn't crawl outta bed. It was the most gorgeous day too. I was a little bummed.
But here's this week's pictures!
Holy baby, Batman! This is 31 weeks...and some days I feel like I can't get any bigger. But I know that's not the case and I can definitely get a whole lot bigger. Boo is taking up a lot more room lately. His head is always in my hoo-ha and his feet are in my ribs. And he always has hiccups.
I've started to get new symptoms again. Since I'm about 90% sure he dropped some body parts are swollen and I got something that I thought I was lucky to avoid. I'm not going to mention what I got...but let's just say...it ain't pretty.
Well now it's time to go through some baby clothes!
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Let me first say how wonderful my shower was on Saturday. It was really a great party, and I was so surprised that everyone was so excited for me and Greg. That's something that makes me feel really great. I'm so grateful for everything that I got. And for all the well wishes that I received.
Now all I have to do is return some things (pack'n'play...a $12 crib sheet that I just thought was cute) and do the thank you cards.
Ohhh and go through the 4 full garbage bags of clothes that I got. The baby is never going to be without something on.
Tuesday I was supposed to a post but you already know what I was doing and then yesterday my body hated me and I didn't crawl outta bed. It was the most gorgeous day too. I was a little bummed.
But here's this week's pictures!
Holy baby, Batman! This is 31 weeks...and some days I feel like I can't get any bigger. But I know that's not the case and I can definitely get a whole lot bigger. Boo is taking up a lot more room lately. His head is always in my hoo-ha and his feet are in my ribs. And he always has hiccups.
I've started to get new symptoms again. Since I'm about 90% sure he dropped some body parts are swollen and I got something that I thought I was lucky to avoid. I'm not going to mention what I got...but let's just say...it ain't pretty.
Well now it's time to go through some baby clothes!
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
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