Things on my mind today...
1. I went to a one year old's birthday party this weekend. It was heartwarming and adorable and I was completely exhausted after. It's possible parenting is a pretty intense job [insert sarcasm here]. I pretty much just watched and I hit a point of exhaustion that I haven't felt in a long time. It also made me so, so excited to become a mother...and put my little girl in cute birthday crowns. They are ridiculous and fabulous all at the same time.
2. Another preggo told me this weekend that whenever she worries about her parental skills her husband reminds her of one thing: there are crack babies that survive. Therefore, my kid will be just fine. Yes, it might be crass but it's pretty reassuring.
3. I find myself assuming that my body will somehow snap back to supermodel proportions shortly after birth. Magazines and other adorable new mommies have given me this (what I assume is) false hope. Someone needs to gently snap me out of this crazy thought. However, if you are my husband or if I am to be in your wedding shortly after the birth of my child please forget this entry and assume I will look like Heidi Klum just in time for New Years.
4. Finally, some have said that my blog puts far too much pressure on perspective/new/current daddies because of the nice things I write about "the hubs". To those readers I give you this story. While headed to the in-laws one evening, Jamie told me that he'd really like to go to Bass Pro Shop and was sad that we couldn't stop in. He said he was afraid someone would harpoon me like an animal.
We finally registered this weekend and it was an adventure to say the least. More to come!
Monday, August 29, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Parenting Class #2...and a new BUMP PIC!
Last night Jamie and I attended the "Breastfeeding Essentials" class at mercy. Going into it, I'd say Jamie was definitely more apprehensive but by the time we left it was clear I was the one who was worried.
There was just so much more to it than I thought. Props to all of you that are already mothers. I have no idea how you fed your little rugrat without going completely mad. I'm seriously worried I'll be horrible at this (however, that doesn't change the fact that I'm bound and determined to do it).
Without going into too many overly grotesque details, I will just say that the class mainly covered how to breastfeed/pump, the benefits of this form of feeding and what I will call "troubleshooting". Basically, troubleshooting covered all of the things she said I may struggle with during this glorious time.
The entire class I just wanted to scream, "SLOW DOWN!" and "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO REMEMBER THAT?" and "OMG I AM NOT GOING TO BE GOOD AT THIS!". Alas, I quietly panicked and tried to assure myself that I would get an email the next day reviewing the main topics.
At one point, I turned to Jamie and he mouthed, "What have we gotten ourselves into?"
To that I responded, "What have you gotten ME into?"
I also didn't know how to get them to "latch on". For those men that are reading this and are disgusted...too bad. You will never have to do this (now go out and celebrate!). Long story short, I watched an elderly woman hold up a fake boob and after a few fake "tastes" to the baby, she just smashed the little plastic baby to the boob. That is the technique. In case you wondered. I can only imagine what my face looked like when she first showed us that trick.
All in all, I'm very, very glad we went because as it turns out, we really had no idea what we were supposed to do in regards to feeding. I hadn't even thought about how many times a day my little darling would eat. Don't worry, now I know. But I'm sure I'll be reading, studying and cramming for this part of parenting until she enters the world. She needs me...and I'm up to the challenge.
So, I know I promised pictures from this class but I was too busy trying to mentally prepare myself for this huge part of my parenting. So I did you one better. I FINALLY TOOK A BUMP PHOTO! Here I am at 22 weeks, 4 days. It's crooked because I took it myself...Jamie was playing his Xbox (probably trying to forget about the plastic boobs from class).
There was just so much more to it than I thought. Props to all of you that are already mothers. I have no idea how you fed your little rugrat without going completely mad. I'm seriously worried I'll be horrible at this (however, that doesn't change the fact that I'm bound and determined to do it).
Without going into too many overly grotesque details, I will just say that the class mainly covered how to breastfeed/pump, the benefits of this form of feeding and what I will call "troubleshooting". Basically, troubleshooting covered all of the things she said I may struggle with during this glorious time.
The entire class I just wanted to scream, "SLOW DOWN!" and "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO REMEMBER THAT?" and "OMG I AM NOT GOING TO BE GOOD AT THIS!". Alas, I quietly panicked and tried to assure myself that I would get an email the next day reviewing the main topics.
At one point, I turned to Jamie and he mouthed, "What have we gotten ourselves into?"
To that I responded, "What have you gotten ME into?"
I also didn't know how to get them to "latch on". For those men that are reading this and are disgusted...too bad. You will never have to do this (now go out and celebrate!). Long story short, I watched an elderly woman hold up a fake boob and after a few fake "tastes" to the baby, she just smashed the little plastic baby to the boob. That is the technique. In case you wondered. I can only imagine what my face looked like when she first showed us that trick.
All in all, I'm very, very glad we went because as it turns out, we really had no idea what we were supposed to do in regards to feeding. I hadn't even thought about how many times a day my little darling would eat. Don't worry, now I know. But I'm sure I'll be reading, studying and cramming for this part of parenting until she enters the world. She needs me...and I'm up to the challenge.
So, I know I promised pictures from this class but I was too busy trying to mentally prepare myself for this huge part of my parenting. So I did you one better. I FINALLY TOOK A BUMP PHOTO! Here I am at 22 weeks, 4 days. It's crooked because I took it myself...Jamie was playing his Xbox (probably trying to forget about the plastic boobs from class).
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Father/Daughter Bump Pic
Well, after a lazy little Saturday evening Jamie and I decided to take a picture of "the bump". However, after a few tries and fails, we quit. Not to be defeated, Jamie decided to bond with baby in a new way. Standing in the kitchen, he bypassed the chat with Baby Faid and decided to just listen this time. Here is Jamie...lovingly trying to hear our little girl.
I'm pretty sure she didn't respond...probably because I was laughing too hard for her to concentrate. Hope this bump picture works until we can get another one!
I'm pretty sure she didn't respond...probably because I was laughing too hard for her to concentrate. Hope this bump picture works until we can get another one!
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
The First Movements (that I can feel)!
Well, they told us that she's a wiggle machine and now I have proof!
Last Thursday I officially was caught off guard by what were definitely movements inside my belly. A few days before this, I had felt a couple of light, quick flips, but nothing like I'm getting now. It basically feels like little flicks in my stomach, and I feel it more often when I'm not talking or moving. It's hard to explain what I'm feeling, but I would like to think she's jamming out in there with some sweet moves.
It's just so great to be able to feel her. It really is a bonding moment. I cannot even explain how badly I want to meet her, especially now that she is squirming around. It's a very, very special milestone and I can't WAIT until Jamie gets to feel her too! She's got some growing to do before that happens!
However, now that she can move and it seems just that much more real Jamie took to talking to her last night. As you know (since you've been faithfully reading my blog, haha) she can hear us now, so he was chatting it up with her last night before bed. It's a squirmy time for her, so it would seem she was up for her first real father/daughter talk. This is a taste of how it went while I was on the phone...
Jamie: Baby, can you hear me? This is your dad. Your mommy won't talk to me right now, so I'm going to talk to you. Have you changed into a boy yet? Two kicks for yes...
Baby: No response.
So there you have it folks. She was either soothed by his voice and stopped moving or insulted by his question. Don't get me wrong, Jamie is very excited to have a little princess, but at this point, girl swag is covering the nursery floor and I'm sureee he's just checking to make sure we won't have a little surprise boy on our hands after the nursery is pink!
Ok, more later...and yes...stay tuned for a new bump pic very soon!
Last Thursday I officially was caught off guard by what were definitely movements inside my belly. A few days before this, I had felt a couple of light, quick flips, but nothing like I'm getting now. It basically feels like little flicks in my stomach, and I feel it more often when I'm not talking or moving. It's hard to explain what I'm feeling, but I would like to think she's jamming out in there with some sweet moves.
It's just so great to be able to feel her. It really is a bonding moment. I cannot even explain how badly I want to meet her, especially now that she is squirming around. It's a very, very special milestone and I can't WAIT until Jamie gets to feel her too! She's got some growing to do before that happens!
However, now that she can move and it seems just that much more real Jamie took to talking to her last night. As you know (since you've been faithfully reading my blog, haha) she can hear us now, so he was chatting it up with her last night before bed. It's a squirmy time for her, so it would seem she was up for her first real father/daughter talk. This is a taste of how it went while I was on the phone...
Jamie: Baby, can you hear me? This is your dad. Your mommy won't talk to me right now, so I'm going to talk to you. Have you changed into a boy yet? Two kicks for yes...
Baby: No response.
So there you have it folks. She was either soothed by his voice and stopped moving or insulted by his question. Don't get me wrong, Jamie is very excited to have a little princess, but at this point, girl swag is covering the nursery floor and I'm sureee he's just checking to make sure we won't have a little surprise boy on our hands after the nursery is pink!
Ok, more later...and yes...stay tuned for a new bump pic very soon!
Thursday, August 4, 2011
My First Baby Purchases
Here are just a few of the adorable finds from my baby shopping spree this weekend. My favorite is the white, gray and pink sweatsuit. It's so fuzzy, and let's get real here...is there anything cuter on a baby than a fuzzy sweatsuit? Well, maybe tiny boots or a hat in the shape of a cupcake (yes, they make them)...alright fine, it's all cute. Don't worry, I won't bore you and post every item I buy, I just thought I'd show a sneak peak!
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
My Giant Life
Hello Again.
This post is rightfully titled because that is how I feel. I am a giant. In the past two weeks I am pretty sure my stomach has pretty much doubled in size. Baby is supposed to be the size of a cantaloupe right now (or something...I think that is what it was last time) but I look like I have a bowling ball protruding from my belly.
I wish I could tell you that I couldn't feel more beautiful or that I'm just positively glowing, but that's not exactly the case this week. The only thing glowing about me is the sweat glistening on my forehead from the incessant heat. Ok, my complaining is over, but remember this blog is an open book about my pregnancy!
Sometime soon I will have someone near and dear to me snap a photo so you can all see how big the belly is-I know this is a fascination for all. I'm just going to wait until this week is over and I feel cute again. If that never happens you had better hope you see me soon. Don't get me wrong, I know that the big belly is a good and beautiful thing that means baby is healthy and growing. For that, I am very, very grateful. I will get as big as it takes as long as she is a healthy little snuggle bug!
In other news, I finally shopped a little bit for baby! I will take photos later this evening and post them so everyone can see the adorable things I found. I'll be honest, I could have bought the entire Carter's store...but I felt that was probably financially irresponsible...and I'm supposed to be becoming a responsible, money savvy mommy. So, I only got 4 onesies, 4 pairs of matching leggings, one sweatsuit, three pairs of fuzzy socks, a hoodie, and one pair of frilly pink leggings.
Hey, I have to get my mind off my fat arse somehow...
This post is rightfully titled because that is how I feel. I am a giant. In the past two weeks I am pretty sure my stomach has pretty much doubled in size. Baby is supposed to be the size of a cantaloupe right now (or something...I think that is what it was last time) but I look like I have a bowling ball protruding from my belly.
I wish I could tell you that I couldn't feel more beautiful or that I'm just positively glowing, but that's not exactly the case this week. The only thing glowing about me is the sweat glistening on my forehead from the incessant heat. Ok, my complaining is over, but remember this blog is an open book about my pregnancy!
Sometime soon I will have someone near and dear to me snap a photo so you can all see how big the belly is-I know this is a fascination for all. I'm just going to wait until this week is over and I feel cute again. If that never happens you had better hope you see me soon. Don't get me wrong, I know that the big belly is a good and beautiful thing that means baby is healthy and growing. For that, I am very, very grateful. I will get as big as it takes as long as she is a healthy little snuggle bug!
In other news, I finally shopped a little bit for baby! I will take photos later this evening and post them so everyone can see the adorable things I found. I'll be honest, I could have bought the entire Carter's store...but I felt that was probably financially irresponsible...and I'm supposed to be becoming a responsible, money savvy mommy. So, I only got 4 onesies, 4 pairs of matching leggings, one sweatsuit, three pairs of fuzzy socks, a hoodie, and one pair of frilly pink leggings.
Hey, I have to get my mind off my fat arse somehow...
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