27w 4d
What do you get when you cross a 7 month pregnant chick with sunshine, a nice breeze, and a book? Why yes, you would be correct. You would get a miserable, red, half baked 7 month pregnant chick that is THIS MUCH smarter because she was reading a book. Yes, it was hot yesterday, but there was this wonderful breeze and I thought that maybe, just maybe if I sat outside for an hour and read a book to relax, I might get a little color on me and all would be right in the world. So I gathered up my book, glass of water, spray bottle and even a fan and extension cord to keep me extra cool and headed outside. Of course I made frequent trips inside to the bathroom and checked on my skin progress each time deciding that I was doing just fine. I was only out there for an hour, which usually is a-ok with my skin during any other summer. Not this time, my friends.
I came inside, took a shower and even then commented to myself how that hour was perfect - not really that red at all. Well by the time I was finished getting dressed and headed off to Kohl's, I was bright red. Uh-oh. By the time I got home, I felt like my skin was burning through my clothes. Stupid stupid stupid. So now I have the world's most ridiculous sun burn - only the front half of my body and only the front of my legs, arms and chest since I had a cover-up dress on. My face isn't as red as the rest of my body and my neck is still stark white since I was looking down to read.
The best part about all of this is the week that I chose to burn. This afternoon we are meeting BL's pediatrician and I feel slightly compelled to explain that the current state of my skin is NO indication of the type of parent I will be. SEE?! I kept myself cool with a fan and spray bottle the entire time I was outside so I wouldn't get overheated! I sacrificed my skin!!! I was only out there for an HOUR! I forgot that I am pastier than usual! I also have the first of four prenatal massages Thursday that my wonderful husband bought for me. Hopefully by then the masseuse will be able to work without me whimpering the entire time.
Monday, June 9, 2008
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Dear Baby - 27 Weeks
27w
Dear Baby,
I promised lots of posts today and damn it, I am going to deliver. What is there to say after yesterday? You are beautiful. Perfect even. We can safely say that you have your dad's nose and possibly his lips and contrary to what he thinks, I am over the moon. You continue to be a strong one, kicking me all the time and even throwing some threatening punches at the poor ultrasound tech that was disrupting your afternoon nap. You also get this from your dad, trust me. Ask me sometime about how far away from me he is forced to sleep for fear of him hitting me during a mid-sleep jolt. You are now weighing in at a hefty 2.3 pounds and measuring somewhere around 15 inches. 15 inches! Holy coil of trail bologna!
Since you got your dad's looks can you please get my temper? And personality? Oh and a love for some type of art would be wonderful as well. Thanks.
Alright, that's all for this week. Still counting 'em down, 13 weeks to go! That means 13 more weeks of having to pay extreme attention when I scoot my chair into the dining room table and desk.
Dear Baby,
I promised lots of posts today and damn it, I am going to deliver. What is there to say after yesterday? You are beautiful. Perfect even. We can safely say that you have your dad's nose and possibly his lips and contrary to what he thinks, I am over the moon. You continue to be a strong one, kicking me all the time and even throwing some threatening punches at the poor ultrasound tech that was disrupting your afternoon nap. You also get this from your dad, trust me. Ask me sometime about how far away from me he is forced to sleep for fear of him hitting me during a mid-sleep jolt. You are now weighing in at a hefty 2.3 pounds and measuring somewhere around 15 inches. 15 inches! Holy coil of trail bologna!
Since you got your dad's looks can you please get my temper? And personality? Oh and a love for some type of art would be wonderful as well. Thanks.
Alright, that's all for this week. Still counting 'em down, 13 weeks to go! That means 13 more weeks of having to pay extreme attention when I scoot my chair into the dining room table and desk.
Now Starring: Baby Luc!
27w
Towards the end, watch his eye!
Rubbing his eyes/face:
Heart beating as well as him sucking his thumb towards the end!
Towards the end, watch his eye!
Rubbing his eyes/face:
Heart beating as well as him sucking his thumb towards the end!
Mini Paul
27w
Last night got crazy. Don't be mad. There will be lots of pictures, video and words today! That is, unless I pass out since the air is broken in my office. SWEEEET!
First up, 3D images from yesterday. BL was all snug up against the placenta almost the entire time but we managed to get some good shots of his face, including his Luc nose, courtesy of Paul. He has wonderfully chubby cheeks and is a thumb-sucker!
And finally, showing us what he thinks about my jokes:
Stay tuned for more kiddies!
Last night got crazy. Don't be mad. There will be lots of pictures, video and words today! That is, unless I pass out since the air is broken in my office. SWEEEET!
First up, 3D images from yesterday. BL was all snug up against the placenta almost the entire time but we managed to get some good shots of his face, including his Luc nose, courtesy of Paul. He has wonderfully chubby cheeks and is a thumb-sucker!
And finally, showing us what he thinks about my jokes:
Stay tuned for more kiddies!
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Glamour Shots
26w 6d
I made this one look like a painting- that I will hang above my mantle and stare at longingly while I enjoy a nice fire and some scotch.
Enjoys long walks on the beach. Also loves to talk to birds and take relaxing afternoon, evening, and morning naps.
Look for an evening post recapping our 3D/4D ultrasound!
I made this one look like a painting- that I will hang above my mantle and stare at longingly while I enjoy a nice fire and some scotch.
Enjoys long walks on the beach. Also loves to talk to birds and take relaxing afternoon, evening, and morning naps.
Look for an evening post recapping our 3D/4D ultrasound!
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
What I have learned so far, Part II
26w 5d
More things that pregnancy has taught me so far:
-People give you diapers. ALL THE TIME. Really! I guess it is some pay-it-forward law that the American Pregnant Women Association of America voted on and passed. BL's closet is filling up with diapers. Pretty soon we will run out of toilet paper and I'll be all, "No, it's cool. Don't waste the gas in the car, we'll just wear some of the baby's diapers", and then I will reach down towards the ground and grab one. You know, since by Friday they will surely be starting to trickle into the living room.
-Your feet, they swell. Yep. Those bones and veins that you see when you look at them, gone. I like to think of my tootsies as resembling bloated, dead fish sometimes. Then I make fishy faces.
-Ever wanted to hear a labor story? No problem. Just get pregnant, because then EVERYONE will want to tell you theirs. Including the lady who was hired to school you on how to administer life-saving CPR on your infant. She will spend about 2 minutes covering that little bit about chest compressions and shit and then the other 58 minutes talking about how she handled the pain. Oh the painful pain.
-What about your lungs and rib cage? Have you ever felt what it is like to be kicked in your lungs and rib cage? From the inside? Ask me. I know.
-Taking a bath is hard. Like college calculus-hard. Our bath tub is really deep and I basically have to get on all fours to ease myself into and out of the tub. But the time I spend in there? Pure bliss.
-You fart involuntarily. I used to pride myself on being able to keep up with the guys when it came to farting. I could rip them just as loud, with a little effort of course. But now? Now I just have to walk around - you know, around the OFFICE where other people are trying to do work. Then I have the daunting task of pretending to make fart noises with my mouth. I think it is time to just own up.
More things that pregnancy has taught me so far:
-People give you diapers. ALL THE TIME. Really! I guess it is some pay-it-forward law that the American Pregnant Women Association of America voted on and passed. BL's closet is filling up with diapers. Pretty soon we will run out of toilet paper and I'll be all, "No, it's cool. Don't waste the gas in the car, we'll just wear some of the baby's diapers", and then I will reach down towards the ground and grab one. You know, since by Friday they will surely be starting to trickle into the living room.
-Ever wanted to hear a labor story? No problem. Just get pregnant, because then EVERYONE will want to tell you theirs. Including the lady who was hired to school you on how to administer life-saving CPR on your infant. She will spend about 2 minutes covering that little bit about chest compressions and shit and then the other 58 minutes talking about how she handled the pain. Oh the painful pain.
-What about your lungs and rib cage? Have you ever felt what it is like to be kicked in your lungs and rib cage? From the inside? Ask me. I know.
-Taking a bath is hard. Like college calculus-hard. Our bath tub is really deep and I basically have to get on all fours to ease myself into and out of the tub. But the time I spend in there? Pure bliss.
-You fart involuntarily. I used to pride myself on being able to keep up with the guys when it came to farting. I could rip them just as loud, with a little effort of course. But now? Now I just have to walk around - you know, around the OFFICE where other people are trying to do work. Then I have the daunting task of pretending to make fart noises with my mouth. I think it is time to just own up.
*Edit - I love free diapers, I really do. I was not complaining. I also love cakes. And sweaters.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Nervously fumbles with keyboard...
26w 4d
Hehe, um hi. So last week I was reading this article on Lil Sugar and I must say that it made my stomach hurt. No, that's not even the right way to put that. It literally made me feel uneasy, embarrassed, furious and insanely sad. The article was a bit vague on what the woman actually said to her mother in law after the fact, but I can tell you that I would have reacted a bit differently.
Screaming comes to mind. And a lifetime of possibly not speaking to, or at least avoiding my mother-in-law. I am all for breastfeeding, we have already covered this. What I will not stand for is someone else shoving their boob in my son's face and trying to feed him without asking. That last bit is funny to me since even if someone asked I would probably be immediately offended.
"Can you WHAT?! Go fly a kite!"
You see, I didn't even know that Cross Nursing existed until I read that article. So, in true Tiff form, I did some research. I get the whole thing about a mother not being able to breastfeed due to complications, medical reasons, etc. but it still gives me the heeby-jeebys. Apparently this is a common practice in some places, but I just can't stomach it. There are plenty of diseases that can be transmitted through breast milk including HIV. I guess this is my major problem with it - since I no way consider breastfeeding perverted, sexual, etc, which lets face it, is the problem that MANY people in this world have with it whether they realize it or not. That is a whole 'nother post, whole 'nother day!
So the explanation of my feelings towards cross-feeding would have to be, my kid, my decision. This could also be classified as "Your ass better ask me before you pull something like that with my child". Also included would have to be "is it healthy?". In my mind, no it is not. You would need several in-depth medical checks to feed my child - including some not-so-fun probing. GAH I'm kidding. Okay, not really.
Hehe, um hi. So last week I was reading this article on Lil Sugar and I must say that it made my stomach hurt. No, that's not even the right way to put that. It literally made me feel uneasy, embarrassed, furious and insanely sad. The article was a bit vague on what the woman actually said to her mother in law after the fact, but I can tell you that I would have reacted a bit differently.
Screaming comes to mind. And a lifetime of possibly not speaking to, or at least avoiding my mother-in-law. I am all for breastfeeding, we have already covered this. What I will not stand for is someone else shoving their boob in my son's face and trying to feed him without asking. That last bit is funny to me since even if someone asked I would probably be immediately offended.
"Can you WHAT?! Go fly a kite!"
You see, I didn't even know that Cross Nursing existed until I read that article. So, in true Tiff form, I did some research. I get the whole thing about a mother not being able to breastfeed due to complications, medical reasons, etc. but it still gives me the heeby-jeebys. Apparently this is a common practice in some places, but I just can't stomach it. There are plenty of diseases that can be transmitted through breast milk including HIV. I guess this is my major problem with it - since I no way consider breastfeeding perverted, sexual, etc, which lets face it, is the problem that MANY people in this world have with it whether they realize it or not. That is a whole 'nother post, whole 'nother day!
So the explanation of my feelings towards cross-feeding would have to be, my kid, my decision. This could also be classified as "Your ass better ask me before you pull something like that with my child". Also included would have to be "is it healthy?". In my mind, no it is not. You would need several in-depth medical checks to feed my child - including some not-so-fun probing. GAH I'm kidding. Okay, not really.
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