Sometimes I like to read through old blog posts or journal entries to reminisce or simply remember things. With Ellen’s first birthday fast approaching, I’ve been looking back at what life was like around this time last year and I would like to officially apologize to any of you who were reading the blog last February. Whew, I was a ray of sunshine and you were getting the upbeat version. If you managed to get through that and are still…
The day Ellen was born I had an OB appointment first thing in the morning. I was dilated to a 5 and my doctor told me that the baby was very low which meant she would likely come very fast when things got rolling. She expressed concern that a) I wouldn’t make it to the hospital in time to get antibiotics for my Strep B and b) I wouldn’t make it to the hospital in time to deliver. My doctor…
Lying on my back. Rolling over in bed. Painting my toenails. Wearing high heels. Jumping. (I think I currently have a vertical leap of 1/4.”) Fetching things from under the couch. Facing the stove/sink/changing table head on (instead of having to turn sideways). Being kept up by a crying child (instead of discomfort). Labor. Fitting back into my maternity clothes. (I seriously almost wore a sheet toga-style to church since nothing else really fit.)
Although it went against the intuition of all our family members and defied a few laws of physics (most specifically gravity), February was NOT baby month. Even with the extra day, we just couldn’t pull it off. However, March is a more pleasant month in my opinion (take no offense Groundhog Day) so I guess I’m not that put out (I mean, you know, other than being super uncomfortable) that this baby will be born in March. Even though February…
Still no baby, but it won’t be too much longer. Every Sunday we drive by the Unitarian church and read their sermon topic off their sign. They always have such interesting topics and some Sundays it is so tempting to attend their one hour sermon instead of our three hour block. (One Sunday I was sitting in the last hour of church and one of the other primary instructors pulled out this cartoon.) The past couple of Sundays I’ve dutifully…
About a month ago Noel got assigned to be in charge of a church activity on February 24th. When he told me I was mad irritated in disbelief surprised. I heatedly said to him, “Are you kidding me? Don’t they know we’re going to have a newborn?” (My typically trustworthy intuition has been frustratingly off lately, but that’s another story.) As the event neared we made preparations for a low-key “Garden Expo” and I continued to complain. Noel simply told…
It snowed last night, which logically got me worrying about my unborn child’s tiny feet staying warm. The blog Delia Creates has been doing a nesting series the last week or so and one of the days featured a tutorial for some baby booties. They looked simple enough, so I whipped up a pair this morning. When Noel came home for lunch I was just finishing them up and asked what he thought. He said, “They’re inside out, right?” I…
As of today I am 37 weeks and 4 days pregnant. This is the longest I’ve ever been pregnant.* It’s nice to be considered full-term, but I’m honestly kind of bummed that the baby hasn’t come. I don’t even feel like ranting about the crazy, insensitive things people said to me at church or joking about how I should come up with a prize to give the thousandth person to ask if I’ve had the baby yet. The energy burst…
I’ve been pretty tired lately. More tired than I’ve been my whole pregnancy. You can tell by my To-Do list. Recently it has honestly looked about like this: Walk 1 mile Watch The Bachelor on Hulu Take a bath and listen to “Birthing Affirmations” (Hypnobirthing track that gets you thinking positively about birth) Nap Do hair and get dressed Load dishwasher Even with Noel making lunch and me letting Cooper stand 4 inches away from the TV while he watches…
The other day Cooper and I sat down to eat lunch with just the two of us. (We are lucky to live super close to Noel’s work so he generally joins us for lunch.) I had made fish sticks and tater tots because they were easy and they sounded good. Cooper took a bite out of a fish stick, laid it back down and refused to eat any more. All he wanted to do was dip his fingers in the…