Pregnancy Update
While first and foremost…yup…still pregnant (not that we’re getting impatient over here or anything). I still feel great and am able to walk everyday; although with current heat we’re more inclined to take the dogs for a swim that to walk, unfortunately the water while wade-worthy…is not swim worthy for humans at the moment. I have been having some serious Braxton-Hicks contractions at night, but nothing that keeps me up and nothing that feels like a real contraction must feel like. I had a doctors appointment on yesterday and he said all looks well and if I make it to my appointment next week than they’ll do an internal check and an ultrasound to see how much fluid is around baby. He said he’ll let me go 10 days overdue with no intervention, but that’s it. So this progressive thoughts for us over here and hope I don’t make it to next weeks appointment.
Still no baby give away!
I’ve been so busy keeping busy with my mom (and not thinking about my impending due date) that I haven’t been keeping up with my blogging. Just a quick note to announce my first ever give away! For those that are unaware I am due June 15 with my first child; my husband thinks it’s a girl, I think it’s a boy. I’m offering up a handmade soaker or pair of sweater pants (both made from recycled wool sweaters) to the comment that guesses the correct sex of the baby and the closest to the actual delivery date. For those of you who don’t cloth diaper the soaker or longies (sweater pants) would look darling over a disposable diaper too, and so as not to exclude anyone, if you don’t have little ones you can request a dozen hankies instead. It’s pretty easy leave me a comment with your guess of sex and a delivery date, correct sex and closest date wins (be sure to leave an e-mail address or e-mail me with your address so I can get back to you). After I’ve had the baby and a respectable time has passed (give me a week maybe) I’ll contact the winner and you can tell me if you want a soaker (short pants), pants, or some hankies or cloth wipes. If you want the soaker or pants you’ll just have to send me the measurements for pants that currently fit your little one and I’ll whip up a pair and send them your way.
nesting much?
Okay so the diapers still aren’t washed and the bag is only half packed but I have completed some more receiving blankets (in lovely light linen for my June baby) and finally finished the wall hangings for the nursery:
Now the parrot (yes that scary one you didn’t know what it was is a parrot) didn’t turn out as cute as the picture I used as a model but all in all I’m pretty pleased…now if we can only get around to hanging them this weekend…
Cruel Reality
Women who are 8+ months pregnant should not wear their pre-pregnancy yoga pants in public. Unfortunately for my neighbors they are still very comfy and I don’t consider gardening, dog walking, or a quick trip to the corner store for bread ‘public’.
On an unrelated but still cruel note, the following thought passed through my head today while vacuuming (Our Doula is coming over this afternoon, didn’t want her choking on the pet hair) “hmmm…mom’s not back until Wednesday which means I’m going to have to vacuum again…oh well at least it gives me something to do…”
Sigh…vacuuming for entertainment…very glad my mom is coming back to help pass these last three (maybe five) weeks:)
On the subject of names
I’m about three weeks away from my due date (so five weeks away from meeting this kid if any of the new first time moms around here are any indication) and we still have no name for this child. We come up with some we agree on, but then I waffle and change my mind (even if it was one I suggested) or I’ll bring up an old one that Jason has already vetoed and this time he likes it. So I guess what I’m wondering is how much did you love your child’s name before you gave it to him or her? Did you have one picked out then change it when you saw your baby for the first time? Did it take some time for baby to grow into their name so that you felt it truly fit them? Like I said, we’ve got some ideas, but nothings feels perfect yet…I guess I’m just wondering if it ever does or if you need to meet the kid first.
More Pregnancy pics
Here are a couple of photos from the last few weeks. The first is Jason and I at his POET grad, notice the stylish military issue mu mu I’m sporting.
Next is in the Telus rainforest section of the Ontario Science Center in Toronto (I went last weekend with Bobbie-Jo)
And finally the 32 week bare belly pic…
Score of the day…
I had my regular two week check up today and baby and I are both doing fine. The little lass/lad decided to turn head-down for me so hopefully he/she will stay that way now. After my appointment I decided to check out one of the local second-hand kid stores that I hadn’t seen yet. I’m not really looking for anything for baby, but their website said they had maternity clothes too so I thought I’d check it out. To my utter amazement they had four formal outfits on the rack (I need something to wear to my Graduation Ball next month), I narrowed it down to two and then picked the cheaper one which was slinkier and less tent like. It’s currently a little big in the bust, but we’ll see what happens over the next three weeks then a local (wonderfully talented) skilled friend is going to take it in for me. The best part, I got it for 40% off the asking price so I just bought a ‘ball gown’ for $30!!
Grow Baby Grow
my how time flies! These are a week late, but Easter came and went with no belly pics, so here are a couple from 29 weeks:
Notice the disaster that was my french braid for work…the hair is getting longer but not quite long enough yet to survive all day at school and a wearing a beret on the way home. Thankfully, while at school it pretty much stayed put…with a lot of help from bobbypins and hairspray.
We met our dr last week. It was the first appointment Jason was able to make it too, so he got to hear the heartbeat which was cool. All looks well, the baby hasn’t turned yet, but there is still plenty of time. I have to do the glucose tolerance test sometime next week…the lovely orange drink is chilling in my fridge as we speak. Otherwise pretty (thankfully) uneventful. There is lots of movement now, and baby T can still make me laugh with a good ‘alien belly’ kick.
All Dressed Up
My poor husband had to take a picture of his cranky pregnant wife last night before I left for a mess diner. For those non-military readers a mess diner is a fancy to-do where we all get together (usually in our fanciest and sharpest looking uniforms) and share a good meal with wine and have marches played and toasts and speeches made. Now my fancy uniform (mess kit) was cut for me seven years ago when I graduated from university so there was NO WAY it was going to fit. I wrote a quick e-mail and go permission to wear civilian attire. Thankfully my friend Sue is about three months ahead of me in her pregnancy and she needed a fancy outfit for the Christmas ball so she had a beautiful long jacket made out of some material she picked up while working for a few weeks in China. Better yet, although Sue is a bit more petite than I, the jacket fit and she lent it to me. Back to poor Jason being stuck taking pictures; We’d both just woken up from an afternoon nap so we weren’t at our most patient anyways. He took three initial shots and I complained they were to far away, he took two more from a very unflattering angle which I promptly deleted…we both walked away from the camera to breath. I asked for one more try before I left and here is the result.
I guess I should have kept some of the first ones since they showed the length of the coat and the entire outfit, but as I said I had just woken up and wasn’t too pleased with any of the pictures.
I think a lot of it is stemming from my hate for my hair at this length. I’m still trying (in vain in seems) to grow this mop out. It feels like the only thing that is growing with any speed is (quite annoyingly) my bangs. I made a comment yesterday to Jason about wanting to cut it all off again, he said I wasn’t allowed. Now please don’t misunderstand, much to my husbands chagrin, he has no say in how I wear my hair and I do not need to ask permission. But it was my idea to grow it out and if he had only said ‘do whatever you want’; which is sometimes his reply when I whine unnecessarily about something completely in my control, I probably would have an appointment today to get it cut. Unfortunately without him ‘letting me off the hook’ from my original goal to grow it out long enough to pull back I can’t quite give up that easily. So much for enabling…lol.
