Week 27

According to my ticker, the baby is now the size of an eggplant.  I remember when I first started this blog, he was the size of a blueberry!

I know that it's been such a long time since I've kept up with my blog, but honestly, things have been going so well with my pregnancy that there really hasn't been anything to write about.

My sweet baby boy is so healthy and strong.  He's kicking and tumbling around in there.  Although he's starting to run out of room, his movements are becoming a tiny bit restricted, and he's not liking his new surroundings very much.

Ok, so I'm almost 28 weeks... but if you were to see me, you'd think I'm almost ready to pop at any minute.  Yeaaah... what shoes!?  That's me... and that's my belly... and there's my feet somewhere underneath all of that.  I could literally walk around wearing two different shoes and not even notice!

Let's talk a little bit about what not to say to a pregnant woman who looks big...

1. Are you sure there's only one in there?
2. Oh my, you are HUGE!
3. I don't think you'll make it to your due date.
4. You'd better watch what you're eating!
5. You'll give birth to a toddler.

Ok?  I could go on and on about the comments I've been receiving, and I haven't been too kind with the responses because I just assume that person is an asshole and waddle on.  Oh, and while we're on the subject... yes, I do know how babies are made... no it's none of your business if I've been "trying" or if it's a "surprise"... and most importantly, don't demand that I be done after this baby is born.  People have no idea what I've been through to get here, and seriously, they don't deserve to know.  But please be sensitive to us pregnant ladies... you don't know the story behind all of us... and just remember that it's just polite to say "congratulations."  By the way... my pedi lady was about to have her teeth kicked in this afternoon because believe it or not, most of those comments came from her all in one sitting!

Positive thoughts... positive thoughts... ahhhhh... my baby.  Let's talk about him.  :)  I can't tell you how much in love I am with this little guy.  Or maybe I've already told you?  I don't remember. Anyway... Everything I do, I do it for him from the food I choose to eat, to making sure that I choke down at least a gallon of water a day.  I make sure that I'm not out in the heat for a long period of time, and I've been nesting like a mama bird preparing for a huge winter storm.

I've been waiting so long for this precious little one, and nothing is good enough for him right now.  Even though my life has been turned upside down, I'm always worried about the horrible "what-if's" ... do you know what I mean?  Like.. what if there's a cord accident?  Or what if I get into a car accident and he's injured?  I feel like I'm always preparing for the worst, even though I've been trying to focus on bringing my sweet baby home.

It sucks having those experiences in the past.  Going to the hospital pregnant only to come home empty handed.  I look down and see my beautiful baby bump and loving every minute I have with him... every kick, every punch or nudge... I cherish it all.  I just want to bring him home.

I'm more than halfway done, that's the good news.  I'm surrounded by love and support and so much excitement, and I have no reason to doubt that everything will be just fine.  But for some reason, I have a sadness inside of my heart that just won't go away.

Dear Little Monkey,

Sweet baby, I love you more than anything.  I feel like you and I have this bond that nobody can break.  I know that you can hear my voice, and you respond to me whenever I talk or sing to you.  I watch your video from your last ultrasound 3 weeks ago, and I fall in love all over again.  You are so beautiful to me, my handsome little man.  I can't wait for you to be here...

This pic has been my wallpaper on my iPhone and whenever I feel blue, or whenever I just need to smile, I look at you...

Can I just ask one teensy weensy favor? Ok, when the clock says 2:00 am., that means mommy needs to go to sleep... not time for you to see how you're going to make it from one side of my uterus to the other side.  It kind of sucks when I'm halfway asleep to feel your attempts to change positions.  But I am proud of you, sweetie, for believing in yourself.  LOL!  Such a strong little guy... but save it for the cage when you become a UFC fighter, ok?  Are we good?

Love, Mommy  ;)

18 weeks and counting...

Hello my little one...

What an exciting week it's been for us!  First, a trip to California to visit family and THEN a pit-stop at DISNEYLAND!  I know, I know... that was a mistake.  Although I'm only 18 weeks, I'm carrying more like I'm 30 weeks, so all of that walking around for 12 hours was like inviting leg cramps and swollen feet to the party.  I had such a wonderful time, though.  You were a champ and were either excited or extremely annoyed by all of the attention and voices that surrounded us the whole time we were there.

The day after we came home from our long trip, I had an appointment to see you on ultrasound for your anatomy scan.  Oh my sweet little baby boy, I love seeing you.  I'm sure you weren't happy when the tech woke you up so she could get you to turn around, (which you did). You kicked and punched and gave everyone a hard time.  Still, I'm so proud of you, and I'm so in love with you.

We've finally chosen a name for you that everyone seems to agree with.  I love talking to you and calling you by name... I love feeling you move inside of me, and I'm guilty of listening to your precious heart beat at least twice a day.

I also love knowing that even though we have a house full of people, they can't feel you move just yet. It's like it's between me and you for these precious few weeks until you get bigger and stronger to where others can see and feel what I've been feeling all along.  But right now, you're all mine, and I treasure every little kick and squirm... except when I have a full bladder.  Ugh.

16 weeks... and it's a BOY!

"Sleep" was a foreign word for me last night as I tossed and turned and kept getting up to walk around to help quiet my mind and nerves.  I knew that in a matter of hours, dh and I would find out if this little monkey banging around in me is a boy or a girl.

Looks like we can breathe a sigh of relief as I kiss that gorgeous "dream princess crib" away and welcome my handsome little man who has yet to be named.

Ok, I lied just a little bit.  I've been calling him Mason, but dh isn't sold on the name yet.  HE is absolutely gorgeous.  When the ultrasound tech showed us that this baby is ALL BOY, I broke down in tears and cried such happy tears.  There he is!  My little boy.  My son.  He is so very healthy and looks absolutely amazing even though my 13 year-old daughter insists that he looks like he's melting in the 3d image. LOL!

But it's my boy, and I'm so in love.  

I can feel him kicking and moving already.  Especially when I'm laying on my left side, or on my back.  He's most active during the evening when I'm trying to sleep... and it's only going to get crazier as he continues to grow.  He's a busy little guy in there!  

So far I've only gained 3 pounds with this pregnancy... I have a feeling that will change in the near future as I've been craving POTATOES.  I'll take a snickers bar, too, if you have one.  But other than that, I've been managing to eat like a normal person.  Like I said... that will probably be changing really soon.

16 weeks pregnant... I have a few symptoms that I'm not so crazy about.  My boobs are still killing me, and we don't want to talk about the nips.  Let's just say they're of National Geographic size. I'm still dealing with being tired and just wanting to sleep all day.  I thank my friends for keeping me out of the house to join the rest of the world at least 3 times a week.

Then there's the insomnia.  Right?  I just flipped that on you, didn't I.  Sleep all day... up all night.  I guess it's not really insomnia, then.  I just need to get my clock back on track.  The doctor said that it's ok to take Benadryl before going to bed to help me sleep, but the problem with that is that I can't wake up!!

I need better remedies.

Other than that... I'm going to get ready to prepare for our son's arrival by actually shopping for him.  I think it's safe to say that he's going to be here. I can't believe how fast all of this has been going.  I remember crying for years because I couldn't get pregnant.  Now I'm rushing to get everything ready for the baby I've wanted for so long.... My son.  Who may or may not be named Mason.  :)