I love everything about Christmas. The music, the decor, the smell of winter, the joy in most people's faces, and just the overall feeling. But for some reason this year, I felt the stress of getting people gifts. Trying to find gifts that others would want/need. Busting it around the mall with Queen B in tow. Placing orders online, getting it in the mail and thinking "why the hell did I order this?" Simply put; it was a pain in the ass. Now that we have Berklee I think it is more fun to give her gifts than my husband or other family members. Butwhen she is older I want to adopt a more giving lifestyle. Not only to our family members but to those who need more than we need. I usually give a gift to someone on a giving tree. But I would love to expand to a family, or to volunteer somewhere with her.
I know that the annoyance I felt to be able to buy for multiple people deserves a slap in the face. I am blessed to be able to do that. I am sitting here in the warmth of my house drinking a glass of wine, my hubby wrapping gifts, my dog sleeping by the door, and my baby sleeping by the glow of the Christmas tree and yet I find something to "complain" about. I clearly, have lost the spirit of Christmas. Thankfully tonight I am reminded of what Chrismas should be about: family, love, and the reason for all my blessings, Jesus. We have a stocking that is hung with Berklee's, and it says Jesus. We got it from a friend to help remind us that everything we have are gifts from God, and the only gift that matters is sharing that love and God's word with others.
So from our family to yours: Merry Christmas. Enjoy each other, love one another, and God Bless.
Monday, December 22, 2014
Sunday, December 21, 2014
We have a roller
Berks can roll! Only to her left, but whatever. You put her on her tummy and in a second she flips to her back. Very exciting, but makes it difficult for me to go her neck exercises. Ya, that's right my baby works out. Haha. We took her to a PT appointment because she has flat head and are trying anything before the dreaded helmet. We have to do some stretches and repetitions so she will look the the right more freely. They seem to help when she isn't lying down to sleep.
The helmet: considered cosmetic so insurance does not cover it. 1500 bucks and she wears it 23 hours if every day. We will find out at her 6 month check up if it is still recommended that she get one.
Berklee is also eating rice cereal. She loves it. Slurps it like it is soup. Funny girl. We are still breastfeeding. She now latches like a champ. Note to all new mamas, if the babe is not hungry do not try to give them the boob. It causes automatic back arching, body stiffening, almost fall from your arms, crying chaos. Unless that is just my baby, she tends to be a little dramatic.
She turns 5 months in 5 days. It is crazy how fast this time is going. But each new month is do much fun.
her head doesn't look that flat does it? Ah, we will see. If she needs it she needs it. I will just decorate it :)
The helmet: considered cosmetic so insurance does not cover it. 1500 bucks and she wears it 23 hours if every day. We will find out at her 6 month check up if it is still recommended that she get one.
Berklee is also eating rice cereal. She loves it. Slurps it like it is soup. Funny girl. We are still breastfeeding. She now latches like a champ. Note to all new mamas, if the babe is not hungry do not try to give them the boob. It causes automatic back arching, body stiffening, almost fall from your arms, crying chaos. Unless that is just my baby, she tends to be a little dramatic.
She turns 5 months in 5 days. It is crazy how fast this time is going. But each new month is do much fun.
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
"Ma'am, your wallet fell off your car!"
Yup, the title says it all.
I never had pregnancy brain but am making up for it now. Holy cow, I am more spacey than ever. Blame it on exhaustion or that every brain cell I have is constantly thinking "keep that baby alive", but almost everything not Berklee related slips my mind. For example I knew I had a dentist appointment at some point because it was on my calendar. I saw it the day before and crap, needed to find someone to watch a Berklee in short notice; thank you MIL. Also, I often forget to eat, especially in the AM. But the most recent, and the most eye opening DUH moment was a gut sinking, self angering moment; and it went like this.
My mom was in town so we were going to run a couple errands, the three of us. First, we went to the gym, then of course a Target stop to get diapers. Got the diapers time to put everything in the car. My mom gets in, I set my wallet on top of the car to put the baby in, put the diapers in, put the cart away, then put myself in. And we are off! I get onto the interstate and hear something, look in my rear view mirror just in time to see something fly and hit the car behind me. Thinking, Hmm WTH, then out of my mouth " &u@$", my wallet flew off my car onto the interstate. Gut sinking, how the hell did I let that happen?!?! Frantically I look for the next exit, and because I was panicking I took the wrong exit and took me 20 minutes longer to get back to the area. But the whole time the car behind me followed me to tell me that my wallet flew off my car. Thank you very kind people for telling me. sorry I probably gave you a heart attack when it hit your car, I hope it didn't break your window, I carry a lot of change.
I call the police station and a cop meets me at a gas station to discuss operation wallet retrieval. First thing he says "at least it wasn't your baby". "You are right officer, if it was I think we would be having quite a different conversation." "Gma can stay with baby, you get in with me." Awkward stillness, my response "Do I get in the front or back?" He gives me a gentle chuckle (thank God) and tells me to hop in front. So we head on the interstate and what do you know, there is my wallet. He puts his lights on so traffic will go to the other lanes and picks it up gets back in, pulls to the shoulder tells me to look it over and he goes back out to hunt for loose articles.
As he is hunting, I look through my wallet and my ID is whole (thank you Jesus, we all know how much of a pain the DMV is), my health insurance and car insurance card and PetCo card is there. And half of my debit and credit cards. The change in my wallet cut them in half; I really shouldn't carry so much. My checkbook, dental card and gift cards were missing. About 20 minutes later he comes back to the car with my halved cards, my checkbook as well as checks that had blown out, and a magnetic purple K. He said he didn't think the K was mine but found it fitting due to my name being Keefer.
The only thing He ended up not finding was one check, and my dental card. Everything else was recovered, isn't that amazing?
The ironic part is that a few days before,I was going to bring coffee to a police officer who was sitting in his car in a parking lot but Berklee got fussy so I decided to just go home. I told him this and he said " God didn't want you to do that at that time and so he set up an opportunity to send me to you". How amazing was that?! I offered to buy him lunch or a pop or coffee and he refused. I was blessed to have this happen it may have been inconvenient but God had a plan. I was supposed to have an encounter with an officer, but not the way I had planned.
We said our goodbyes and I told him thank you a million times. Then I smiled and thought about how incredible God is, and how he knows your thoughts and your intentions. But puts you in situations more humbling and eye opening. I think God was saying to me, Heidi be present, take your time, ENJOY everything in front of you. So I will try to be less absent minded and more in tune with my surroundings.
Thank you to the officers and others who serve our community. And I pray that God keeps them safe.
By the way the K is on my fridge as a reminder.
I never had pregnancy brain but am making up for it now. Holy cow, I am more spacey than ever. Blame it on exhaustion or that every brain cell I have is constantly thinking "keep that baby alive", but almost everything not Berklee related slips my mind. For example I knew I had a dentist appointment at some point because it was on my calendar. I saw it the day before and crap, needed to find someone to watch a Berklee in short notice; thank you MIL. Also, I often forget to eat, especially in the AM. But the most recent, and the most eye opening DUH moment was a gut sinking, self angering moment; and it went like this.
My mom was in town so we were going to run a couple errands, the three of us. First, we went to the gym, then of course a Target stop to get diapers. Got the diapers time to put everything in the car. My mom gets in, I set my wallet on top of the car to put the baby in, put the diapers in, put the cart away, then put myself in. And we are off! I get onto the interstate and hear something, look in my rear view mirror just in time to see something fly and hit the car behind me. Thinking, Hmm WTH, then out of my mouth " &u@$", my wallet flew off my car onto the interstate. Gut sinking, how the hell did I let that happen?!?! Frantically I look for the next exit, and because I was panicking I took the wrong exit and took me 20 minutes longer to get back to the area. But the whole time the car behind me followed me to tell me that my wallet flew off my car. Thank you very kind people for telling me. sorry I probably gave you a heart attack when it hit your car, I hope it didn't break your window, I carry a lot of change.
I call the police station and a cop meets me at a gas station to discuss operation wallet retrieval. First thing he says "at least it wasn't your baby". "You are right officer, if it was I think we would be having quite a different conversation." "Gma can stay with baby, you get in with me." Awkward stillness, my response "Do I get in the front or back?" He gives me a gentle chuckle (thank God) and tells me to hop in front. So we head on the interstate and what do you know, there is my wallet. He puts his lights on so traffic will go to the other lanes and picks it up gets back in, pulls to the shoulder tells me to look it over and he goes back out to hunt for loose articles.
As he is hunting, I look through my wallet and my ID is whole (thank you Jesus, we all know how much of a pain the DMV is), my health insurance and car insurance card and PetCo card is there. And half of my debit and credit cards. The change in my wallet cut them in half; I really shouldn't carry so much. My checkbook, dental card and gift cards were missing. About 20 minutes later he comes back to the car with my halved cards, my checkbook as well as checks that had blown out, and a magnetic purple K. He said he didn't think the K was mine but found it fitting due to my name being Keefer.
The only thing He ended up not finding was one check, and my dental card. Everything else was recovered, isn't that amazing?
The ironic part is that a few days before,I was going to bring coffee to a police officer who was sitting in his car in a parking lot but Berklee got fussy so I decided to just go home. I told him this and he said " God didn't want you to do that at that time and so he set up an opportunity to send me to you". How amazing was that?! I offered to buy him lunch or a pop or coffee and he refused. I was blessed to have this happen it may have been inconvenient but God had a plan. I was supposed to have an encounter with an officer, but not the way I had planned.
We said our goodbyes and I told him thank you a million times. Then I smiled and thought about how incredible God is, and how he knows your thoughts and your intentions. But puts you in situations more humbling and eye opening. I think God was saying to me, Heidi be present, take your time, ENJOY everything in front of you. So I will try to be less absent minded and more in tune with my surroundings.
Thank you to the officers and others who serve our community. And I pray that God keeps them safe.
By the way the K is on my fridge as a reminder.
Thursday, November 20, 2014
Berklee blowouts.
Blowouts galore! As of lately poo has been seeping from her leg holes. And if it doesn't come out there, it shoots up her back. We are in size 2 and size 3 is too big. *sigh* good thing I love laundry! HA
I know it's going to be bad when she grunts and pushes for a bit and nothing comes out right away. And then all at once, explosion. Of course this happens right after I change her wet diaper. This child of mine is hilarious when she poops. Call me immature, but I can't help but laugh when she grunts, pushes, and gets red in public. And I swaer it happens at the most inappropriate times: at the vet's office as she is talking to me about Harvey's possible food allergy, at church during prayer, at a restaurant while the waiter is taking our order. Maybe it is the uncomfortableness of the situation, or the embarrassment that gets me; whatever it is I get the shoulder shaking giggles.
Well enough of that sh*t, literally.
Berklee has been a rockstar at tummy time. She is doing more than just sucking her hand and lying there. She is pushing herself up, kicking her legs, and screaming. Yup, she discovered she has a high pitched yell. It's cute. Even cuter when Matt matches that shrill yell so that she does it back. I love them. Harvey likes tummy time too, he lays right next to her and then when I pick her up after she is done, he licks up her drool.
Tummy time break.
Soon she will be rolling over. It will be fun to see how Harvey reacts when she starts rolling/crawling towards him.
I know it's going to be bad when she grunts and pushes for a bit and nothing comes out right away. And then all at once, explosion. Of course this happens right after I change her wet diaper. This child of mine is hilarious when she poops. Call me immature, but I can't help but laugh when she grunts, pushes, and gets red in public. And I swaer it happens at the most inappropriate times: at the vet's office as she is talking to me about Harvey's possible food allergy, at church during prayer, at a restaurant while the waiter is taking our order. Maybe it is the uncomfortableness of the situation, or the embarrassment that gets me; whatever it is I get the shoulder shaking giggles.
Well enough of that sh*t, literally.
Berklee has been a rockstar at tummy time. She is doing more than just sucking her hand and lying there. She is pushing herself up, kicking her legs, and screaming. Yup, she discovered she has a high pitched yell. It's cute. Even cuter when Matt matches that shrill yell so that she does it back. I love them. Harvey likes tummy time too, he lays right next to her and then when I pick her up after she is done, he licks up her drool.
Soon she will be rolling over. It will be fun to see how Harvey reacts when she starts rolling/crawling towards him.
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Mama needs a pot-of coffee that is
UFFDA! I feel like I went back in time to 3 months ago. Overly tired and easily irritable. However, this time, it isn't because of Berklee (mostly). Last night I kept hearing loud pops coming from behind our house. I got up to look out the window and could see 3 little flames, like from a lighter, at our fence line. It scared me, Matt was at class and I was home alone with the baby. Harvey was home but he is no attack dog. He is a lover not a fighter and afraid of EVERYTHING, he was actually under the bed growling; very helpful in making me freak out more. I couldn't help but think, are they waiting to see someone in a window and fire something at that person, waiting for someone to come outside and attack them? I called Matt and told him what I saw/heard. He was just about home and when he was pulling in saw 3 teens taking off towards the pond in our neighborhood. This all occured at 10:00. It was quiet for awhile then the noises began again until probably midnight, finally I could sleep. 4 AM baby girl woke up happy/sad, you know, all baby bipolar. She is happy to see me because I can feed her, but pissed because I am not feeding her at that EXACT moment. 4 AM, ugh, the time change. We fall asleep for barely an hour more and then it's up for the day. YAY ( insert sarcasm).
So, mama needs a pot of coffee, but only because it isn't socially acceptable to have a drink this early. Yes I am tired. Yes I am a tad grumpier than usual. But what really has me needing that drink is what hit me this morning, and it hit be like a brick to the face. I HAVE A GIRL. In 16 short years those popping sounds may be rocks being thrown up at her window instead of (what we can only assume were) bottle rockets. The boys that were out and about causing ruckus are the same boys that will be chasing after her. And if time goes by as fast as it has, it will be here before we know it.
Don't blink
Don't wish time away
Savor the days you need coffee, and dread the days you need something stronger.
I am here NOW with a 3 month old baby girl, a skidish dog, and a busy, but loving husband. And I will enjoy every last drop.
So, mama needs a pot of coffee, but only because it isn't socially acceptable to have a drink this early. Yes I am tired. Yes I am a tad grumpier than usual. But what really has me needing that drink is what hit me this morning, and it hit be like a brick to the face. I HAVE A GIRL. In 16 short years those popping sounds may be rocks being thrown up at her window instead of (what we can only assume were) bottle rockets. The boys that were out and about causing ruckus are the same boys that will be chasing after her. And if time goes by as fast as it has, it will be here before we know it.
Don't blink
Don't wish time away
Savor the days you need coffee, and dread the days you need something stronger.
I am here NOW with a 3 month old baby girl, a skidish dog, and a busy, but loving husband. And I will enjoy every last drop.
Sunday, November 2, 2014
B is a bee
Halloween has come and gone. Berklee was a Bumble Bee ( a few days before Halloween at a party)
As you can see, she loved it. It was a body suit, I did not know this when I bought it online. Come on, who makes a costume for an infant that is a body suit. The only opening was in the crotch, so the whole thing had to go over her head. It did not slide over her body very easily. It was hot; and the yellow and black fuzz came off very easily. She had fuzz sticking to her head, hands, neck roll, and it was getting in her mouth. I was constantly picking fuzz off her lips and hands. The costume was on just long enough for pictures. Not a great buy on my end, but she was a cute bee. We decided to just dress her in a boo shirt and socks and a ruffle butt on the actual day of Halloween.
Now it is November. Daylight saving's time has ended. I was excited about getting an extra hour of sleep. HA, I forgot that baby girl does not have sense of this and instead of up at 6 or 7 (like normal) she woke up at 4. Go figure, my excitement of getting extra sleep is dashed by her waking up unusually early. I know, I should be grateful that she sleeps through the night, and I am. Just find it ironically funny that the night of an extra hour, she gets up an extra hour early. Hmmmm, what other tricks are up your sleeve Miss B? Can't wait for all the other unexpected situations she will bring us.
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Perfect morning
Every morning is perfect if it includes coffee; but today is especially perfect.
The sun is not quite up yet and already I can say this is my favorite moment of the day. My heart is full, and so is our bed. I am the only one awake propped up in bed sipping my coffee. My baby's head is pressed against my side sleeping peacefully, her little body taking up more room than needed ( she sleeps like her mommy; arms above head and legs all over the place). Next to her, her daddy is curled up facing her, as if protecting her in his sleep. And our beloved puppy is lying on my feet at the foot of the bed, which is rarity these days-he would rather pout under our bed.
Even though everyone else is asleep, I feel like the lucky one. I get to take in this beautiful scene.
Already this morning, I have fed and changed my baby girl, then daddy changed her again :), I let the dog out, pumped, cleaned up the kitchen and made coffee. It is 7 AM. I could go back to sleep, but I choose to use this moment to thank God for this morning and pray for many more like it.
The sun is not quite up yet and already I can say this is my favorite moment of the day. My heart is full, and so is our bed. I am the only one awake propped up in bed sipping my coffee. My baby's head is pressed against my side sleeping peacefully, her little body taking up more room than needed ( she sleeps like her mommy; arms above head and legs all over the place). Next to her, her daddy is curled up facing her, as if protecting her in his sleep. And our beloved puppy is lying on my feet at the foot of the bed, which is rarity these days-he would rather pout under our bed.
Even though everyone else is asleep, I feel like the lucky one. I get to take in this beautiful scene.
Already this morning, I have fed and changed my baby girl, then daddy changed her again :), I let the dog out, pumped, cleaned up the kitchen and made coffee. It is 7 AM. I could go back to sleep, but I choose to use this moment to thank God for this morning and pray for many more like it.
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
A few of my favorite pictures
ok, now that my photos seem to pull up, I will post photos with current blog posts. But I wanted to get a few of my favorites up.
Snuggles with Harvey
"Hello"
At volleyball practice, just hanging out
No words
First real smile (5 weeks)
They love each other
Trip to Dana Point Cali ( 8weeks)
So happy!
Uncle Casey meets Berklee for the first time
Look at those cheeks
So serious
Burberry baby. Thanks gma
Berklee is here-photos
Apologies for the delay, but for some reason I was not able to see my pictures when I went to upload them.
She is here! July 26, 7#4 oz. 20 inches.
Daddy's girl
"Mom no more photos!"
About to go home!
Home with puppy brother Harvey.
Monday, October 20, 2014
Reflection
Well we are 6 days away from Berklee being 1/4 of a year old. Ok so most would say 3 months, but 1/4 of a year sounds more dramatic and that is how I feel about it. I feel like throwing a fit and crying, HOW CAN SHE BE 3 MONTHS ALREADY?!?!?! I cannot believe my baby girl will be 3 months, it went by so fast! I have yet to go through her closet and dresser to box up her newborn and too small 0-3 mo clohing. I cannot bring myself to do it. It needs to be done soon, so I can stop getting annoyed while I shuffle through her pants and onesies finding ones that fit.
This post is titled reflections because I want to reflect on the best 1/4th of a year of my life.
I have looked through the photos on our camera, from her first breath until just yesterday at the pumpkin patch. It is amazing how much she has changed. How have I missed this? Of course I see her everyday and she is beautiful everyday, but she is so different from when I first laid eyes on her. She still has her chubby cheeks and still hates to be moved. But her eyes are different, her cry is different, her head is different (now kind of flat on one side), and her being is different. I know this is a GOOD thing, she is growing, she is thriving-doing what babies should be doing (God has blessed us). But I can't help and feel sad that with every day that she grows she is getting more independent.
This is my baby, the one who made me a mommy, and there are not enough hours in the day to appreciate every little thing about her. I am going to make a pro and not so pro list of her first few months just to help me remember the little things.
0-1
Pro
*She's here, and she is ours (Thanks God, you did well)
*She was an easy baby, hardly ever cried
*She was healthy
Not So Pro
*Waking up 3 or more times in the night
*I felt like a lifeline, and that she didn't "love" me
1-2
Pro
*She was more alert and make eye contact
*That first, real,beautiful smile at ME!
*Still an easy baby
*Still healthy
Not so Pro
*Sometimes we would have a bewitching hour or three
*Her first shots-worse for me I think
2-3
Pro
*She coos, she coos the cutest coos there are
*she gurgles, blows spit bubbles smiles all the time, and has baby laughs
*She is mostly happy
*She turns and looks for me when she hears my voice in a room
*she sleeps through the night
*She loves to cuddle
*She is still healthy (Again, God has blessed us)
Not so Pro
*She sleeps through the night which means in the AM she is a roaring bear until I give her my booby
*She is growing crazy fast. Out of clothes and out of diapers. (Once again, this is a good thing, just on the pocketbook, not so great).
I can't get over how blessed God has made us. We say our prayers every night thanking him for making us a family. And I pray every night that she will not have to stuggle health wise, or see us struggle in that way.
We are fortunate to have our baby girl, and as much as it saddens me she is growing so fast, we are looking forward to watching her continue to grow.
This post is titled reflections because I want to reflect on the best 1/4th of a year of my life.
I have looked through the photos on our camera, from her first breath until just yesterday at the pumpkin patch. It is amazing how much she has changed. How have I missed this? Of course I see her everyday and she is beautiful everyday, but she is so different from when I first laid eyes on her. She still has her chubby cheeks and still hates to be moved. But her eyes are different, her cry is different, her head is different (now kind of flat on one side), and her being is different. I know this is a GOOD thing, she is growing, she is thriving-doing what babies should be doing (God has blessed us). But I can't help and feel sad that with every day that she grows she is getting more independent.
This is my baby, the one who made me a mommy, and there are not enough hours in the day to appreciate every little thing about her. I am going to make a pro and not so pro list of her first few months just to help me remember the little things.
0-1
Pro
*She's here, and she is ours (Thanks God, you did well)
*She was an easy baby, hardly ever cried
*She was healthy
Not So Pro
*Waking up 3 or more times in the night
*I felt like a lifeline, and that she didn't "love" me
1-2
Pro
*She was more alert and make eye contact
*That first, real,beautiful smile at ME!
*Still an easy baby
*Still healthy
Not so Pro
*Sometimes we would have a bewitching hour or three
*Her first shots-worse for me I think
2-3
Pro
*She coos, she coos the cutest coos there are
*she gurgles, blows spit bubbles smiles all the time, and has baby laughs
*She is mostly happy
*She turns and looks for me when she hears my voice in a room
*she sleeps through the night
*She loves to cuddle
*She is still healthy (Again, God has blessed us)
Not so Pro
*She sleeps through the night which means in the AM she is a roaring bear until I give her my booby
*She is growing crazy fast. Out of clothes and out of diapers. (Once again, this is a good thing, just on the pocketbook, not so great).
I can't get over how blessed God has made us. We say our prayers every night thanking him for making us a family. And I pray every night that she will not have to stuggle health wise, or see us struggle in that way.
We are fortunate to have our baby girl, and as much as it saddens me she is growing so fast, we are looking forward to watching her continue to grow.
Monday, October 6, 2014
I think I can, I think I can...
So life of as lately has been that motivational saying. Some days are harder than others. Like screw the glass, I need a bottle of wine hard. But other days can be a breeze. The days that are really difficult coincidentally are the days I have no coffee. Mommy +no coffee = " I think I can" mantra.
I love coffee, I could seriously drink a pot to myself. But I don't, I used to but not anymore. Speaking of things I used to do: wear one outfit ALL day, have energy to do anything, walk my dog, have some drinks without worrying if my milk was tainted, oh wait I didn't have to do that last one because my boobs weren't a milk dispenser.
I know it all sounds awful doesn't it? Well it's not. I wouldn't change it for anything. I have gotten used to not putting on nice clothes until right before I walk out the door and my hair always some how ends up smelling like spit up. I can smell B on me when I am not with her and I miss her. I know we are blessed that we get to "complain" about being tired and what not, and we do not take it for granted. Beyond mommy hood, I feel like my wifeness is slacking. The house isn't as clean as it should be, I forget to kiss my husband sometimes, and when we go to bed, I'm pretty sure I am asleep before my head hits the pillow. I am chalking up my weaknesses to being a newbie at this balancing mommy and wife thing.
What else hmm, my body is not back to normal. Not back to my normal size. Was really hoping i would magically be back to my normal size. *sigh* sooooooooo I've started working out. Today was day one :). I did some burpees, abs, squats, and high knees. I was dying. I have zero ab strength left. I figure if I do just a little everyday, or 4-5 days, I can eventually get to where I want to be. Still have 13 pounds to go.
Berklee is 2 months old, she is cooing, smiling, laughing, and drooling. At her 2 month appt she was 12#11 oz, 23 1/4 inches and a ball of cuteness. She is so adorable, so good, and only fussy every once in a while. She has been to California for a wedding, feet in the Pacific Ocean. She has been to my moms in Omaha, and Matt's parents in Knoxville (Iowa). I think we will be staying home got the next couple months.
"I think I can I think I can" be a better wife, mommy, and blogger.
I love coffee, I could seriously drink a pot to myself. But I don't, I used to but not anymore. Speaking of things I used to do: wear one outfit ALL day, have energy to do anything, walk my dog, have some drinks without worrying if my milk was tainted, oh wait I didn't have to do that last one because my boobs weren't a milk dispenser.
I know it all sounds awful doesn't it? Well it's not. I wouldn't change it for anything. I have gotten used to not putting on nice clothes until right before I walk out the door and my hair always some how ends up smelling like spit up. I can smell B on me when I am not with her and I miss her. I know we are blessed that we get to "complain" about being tired and what not, and we do not take it for granted. Beyond mommy hood, I feel like my wifeness is slacking. The house isn't as clean as it should be, I forget to kiss my husband sometimes, and when we go to bed, I'm pretty sure I am asleep before my head hits the pillow. I am chalking up my weaknesses to being a newbie at this balancing mommy and wife thing.
What else hmm, my body is not back to normal. Not back to my normal size. Was really hoping i would magically be back to my normal size. *sigh* sooooooooo I've started working out. Today was day one :). I did some burpees, abs, squats, and high knees. I was dying. I have zero ab strength left. I figure if I do just a little everyday, or 4-5 days, I can eventually get to where I want to be. Still have 13 pounds to go.
Berklee is 2 months old, she is cooing, smiling, laughing, and drooling. At her 2 month appt she was 12#11 oz, 23 1/4 inches and a ball of cuteness. She is so adorable, so good, and only fussy every once in a while. She has been to California for a wedding, feet in the Pacific Ocean. She has been to my moms in Omaha, and Matt's parents in Knoxville (Iowa). I think we will be staying home got the next couple months.
"I think I can I think I can" be a better wife, mommy, and blogger.
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
She's here! And I slacked!!! The labor
Whoops!! I have really put this off. Just like my teenage 'promises' to write in my journal daily, I have let this update do our lives slide. So I will start where I left off.
The end of my pregnancy went well. I felt fine, no complaints. My appointments were fine, until my 38 week appointment. At this appointment (on a Tuesday) my blood pressure was high. The doctor told me to check my blood pressure before my next appointment and if it's high to call them. I did not take this too seriously and left the appointment. Friday I had to go to a HyVee and decided to check it. It was basically what it was at the appointment. 149/79 ( I think, don't really remember). So I called in and left a message with the nurse. I then went to mercy hospital to visit my friend and her new baby. While there the nurse called me back and told me to go home and do count kicks. But on my way to my car they called back and told me to go to Methodist West instead and they would do a stress test on her. So I call Matt say it's no big deal they are just running a few tests and I would call him when I leave.
I remember thinking to myself as I walked in the maternity ward doors "next time I walk through these I will be in labor, weird". So I get set up in a room, they make me put on a gown and start doing their tests. About 45 min later a nurse comes in and says well we are admitting you. I respond, "what does that mean" she said well we are going to induce you. My response "No". Nurse then says well you don't really have a choice we don't want you to get sicker. And I say "I'm sick?idon't feel sick " apparently high blood pressure and labor don't make for a good combination, you could bleed out, is what they told me anyway.
Anyway, I was not ready, this was not the way I wanted to have my baby. I had envisioned being home, calling Matt saying it was time. Him racing home to pick me and the hospital bag up. Calling his parents saying we were going to the hospital so they could come stay with Harvey. Then before walking out the door kiss each other and say this is it. You know, all fairy tale like. Instead, when they told me they were inducing me all I could do was sit there thinking about no, I'm not ready. I left Harvey at home fully thinking I would be back home to walk him, our hospital bags are not ready and packed, I still needed to clean her room. I don't feel like I'm ready to have a baby physically, Im not sick of being pregnant yet. But all that didn't matter, it was happening, and it was happening this way. So I called Matt abd told him I was being induced , he left worked and zipped up to the hospital. When he walked in I wanted to cry. I felt like we were robbed of the surprise of her coming.
So at 130 pm Friday July 25 they started me on cervadel. They said I probably wouldn't deliver until Sunday because my cervix was still hard and I was not dilated. I asked to eat something because I had only had 2 eggs at 700 that am after Matt and I got home from the gym. I was allowed to eat one sandwich and one side then after they it was a clear liquid diet. I had an egg salad sandwich and cottage cheese. We made calls to our parents about 3 saying we had been induced. So my mom took off from TML to head to DM. About 600 pm I started to cramp like period cramps. The cervadel was doing its job. About 830, matts parents came to visit and my mom had just got to the hospital. 900, the nurse kicked everyone out because I started to have light contractions and the nurse gave me a sleeping pill to rest up since they thought we would be in labor for so long. We said our goodbyes and I tried to sleep. But by 1000 the contractions hit hard. I could not get comfortable, could not sleep, I thought I would throw up. My blood pressure at this point had gotten to 170/90or something close. The nurse came in to check on me and it felt like I peed. I said I think I wet the bed, she looked at. E weird, checked me, and said no that was my water breaking. I was dilated at a 4 and thank The Lord able to get an epideral. He came in 10 minutes later and I got the drug. Unfortunately it did not work. So 45 minutes later still in crazy pain he made me an offer, get another one or try to deliver like this. These contractions suck ass like me again doc, I'll have another. Thankfully, 10 minutes after the second epidural I was basically pain free. All this occured at about 1230 am. The anithesiologist was still in the room and I said that I think I had to poop (about 1245 ). Nurse said uh oh, and checked me I was dilated at 9.5. That apparently was the anesthesiologist cue to leave. The nurse called the doc saying I went really fast and will be delivering soon. She hung up and I said I need to push , she said no don't do that yet. I.m sorry but is like telling the sun not to be hot, it's going to happen.
So I start pushing, it's just Matt, the nurse, and me and all my glory in the room. Doc comes in a half hour later and I'm still f-ing pushing. 2 hours later they tell me her head is half out and I'm almost there. I do not believe them because they had been saying that for eternity now. So I touch down there to feel her head. Big mistake! I felt only 2 fingers worth of her head and I flopped back saying " you lied she isn't close, I can't do this". I had been up since 500 am the day before, it is currently 500 am on the 26th, I have no food in me, but I do have a sleeping pill in me, and I have now been pushing for 2 hours! I really did not think I could go on. I was telling them to pull her out or give me a c section anything to get her out of me. Matt said the nurses were laughing , apparently I was pretty comical, even though I was being dead serious. So I say to my doctor you gotta do something, help me out. She offered an episiotomy and I said if she isn't out In The next two pushes, cut me. Oh, by the way, she wasn't coming out because her head was stuck in my pelvis for a good hour. So I get an episiotomy, and little peanut comes out soon after.
5:38 am on July 26 Berklee LaJune entered the world. All 20 inches and 7.4 pounds of her. She was beautiful and red with big dark eyes, and a big bruise on her head from blood pooling in that spot while she was stuck in my pelvis.
But wait, we aren't done with delivery, my placenta broke into pieces when she was pulled out so the doctor had to manually extract it. Meaning hands inside me searching for placenta pieces. Worse than contractions and pushing. I had to be connected to a drip for 24 hours after that to make sure I didn't get an infection. And I hemmoraged, after delivery so I bled a lot more than usual.
Was it all worth it-YES
Was it fun-NO
Did it hurt-HELL YES
Would I do it again- YUP, if I'm blessed again.
My husband was an amazing support during labor and now we have a beautiful baby girl
The end of my pregnancy went well. I felt fine, no complaints. My appointments were fine, until my 38 week appointment. At this appointment (on a Tuesday) my blood pressure was high. The doctor told me to check my blood pressure before my next appointment and if it's high to call them. I did not take this too seriously and left the appointment. Friday I had to go to a HyVee and decided to check it. It was basically what it was at the appointment. 149/79 ( I think, don't really remember). So I called in and left a message with the nurse. I then went to mercy hospital to visit my friend and her new baby. While there the nurse called me back and told me to go home and do count kicks. But on my way to my car they called back and told me to go to Methodist West instead and they would do a stress test on her. So I call Matt say it's no big deal they are just running a few tests and I would call him when I leave.
I remember thinking to myself as I walked in the maternity ward doors "next time I walk through these I will be in labor, weird". So I get set up in a room, they make me put on a gown and start doing their tests. About 45 min later a nurse comes in and says well we are admitting you. I respond, "what does that mean" she said well we are going to induce you. My response "No". Nurse then says well you don't really have a choice we don't want you to get sicker. And I say "I'm sick?idon't feel sick " apparently high blood pressure and labor don't make for a good combination, you could bleed out, is what they told me anyway.
Anyway, I was not ready, this was not the way I wanted to have my baby. I had envisioned being home, calling Matt saying it was time. Him racing home to pick me and the hospital bag up. Calling his parents saying we were going to the hospital so they could come stay with Harvey. Then before walking out the door kiss each other and say this is it. You know, all fairy tale like. Instead, when they told me they were inducing me all I could do was sit there thinking about no, I'm not ready. I left Harvey at home fully thinking I would be back home to walk him, our hospital bags are not ready and packed, I still needed to clean her room. I don't feel like I'm ready to have a baby physically, Im not sick of being pregnant yet. But all that didn't matter, it was happening, and it was happening this way. So I called Matt abd told him I was being induced , he left worked and zipped up to the hospital. When he walked in I wanted to cry. I felt like we were robbed of the surprise of her coming.
So at 130 pm Friday July 25 they started me on cervadel. They said I probably wouldn't deliver until Sunday because my cervix was still hard and I was not dilated. I asked to eat something because I had only had 2 eggs at 700 that am after Matt and I got home from the gym. I was allowed to eat one sandwich and one side then after they it was a clear liquid diet. I had an egg salad sandwich and cottage cheese. We made calls to our parents about 3 saying we had been induced. So my mom took off from TML to head to DM. About 600 pm I started to cramp like period cramps. The cervadel was doing its job. About 830, matts parents came to visit and my mom had just got to the hospital. 900, the nurse kicked everyone out because I started to have light contractions and the nurse gave me a sleeping pill to rest up since they thought we would be in labor for so long. We said our goodbyes and I tried to sleep. But by 1000 the contractions hit hard. I could not get comfortable, could not sleep, I thought I would throw up. My blood pressure at this point had gotten to 170/90or something close. The nurse came in to check on me and it felt like I peed. I said I think I wet the bed, she looked at. E weird, checked me, and said no that was my water breaking. I was dilated at a 4 and thank The Lord able to get an epideral. He came in 10 minutes later and I got the drug. Unfortunately it did not work. So 45 minutes later still in crazy pain he made me an offer, get another one or try to deliver like this. These contractions suck ass like me again doc, I'll have another. Thankfully, 10 minutes after the second epidural I was basically pain free. All this occured at about 1230 am. The anithesiologist was still in the room and I said that I think I had to poop (about 1245 ). Nurse said uh oh, and checked me I was dilated at 9.5. That apparently was the anesthesiologist cue to leave. The nurse called the doc saying I went really fast and will be delivering soon. She hung up and I said I need to push , she said no don't do that yet. I.m sorry but is like telling the sun not to be hot, it's going to happen.
So I start pushing, it's just Matt, the nurse, and me and all my glory in the room. Doc comes in a half hour later and I'm still f-ing pushing. 2 hours later they tell me her head is half out and I'm almost there. I do not believe them because they had been saying that for eternity now. So I touch down there to feel her head. Big mistake! I felt only 2 fingers worth of her head and I flopped back saying " you lied she isn't close, I can't do this". I had been up since 500 am the day before, it is currently 500 am on the 26th, I have no food in me, but I do have a sleeping pill in me, and I have now been pushing for 2 hours! I really did not think I could go on. I was telling them to pull her out or give me a c section anything to get her out of me. Matt said the nurses were laughing , apparently I was pretty comical, even though I was being dead serious. So I say to my doctor you gotta do something, help me out. She offered an episiotomy and I said if she isn't out In The next two pushes, cut me. Oh, by the way, she wasn't coming out because her head was stuck in my pelvis for a good hour. So I get an episiotomy, and little peanut comes out soon after.
5:38 am on July 26 Berklee LaJune entered the world. All 20 inches and 7.4 pounds of her. She was beautiful and red with big dark eyes, and a big bruise on her head from blood pooling in that spot while she was stuck in my pelvis.
But wait, we aren't done with delivery, my placenta broke into pieces when she was pulled out so the doctor had to manually extract it. Meaning hands inside me searching for placenta pieces. Worse than contractions and pushing. I had to be connected to a drip for 24 hours after that to make sure I didn't get an infection. And I hemmoraged, after delivery so I bled a lot more than usual.
Was it all worth it-YES
Was it fun-NO
Did it hurt-HELL YES
Would I do it again- YUP, if I'm blessed again.
My husband was an amazing support during labor and now we have a beautiful baby girl
Monday, June 23, 2014
6 Weeks To Go!
Well we are 34 weeks today. Only 6 weeks to go, holy crap! That is hard to believe. We have had two doctors appointments since the last post. I am measuring 2.5 centimeters (or 2.5 weeks) behind what I should be. Our doctor has told us not to be too concerned that she could be sititng in a spot which doesn't stick out as much, or that I just won't pop out that much. I do feel that she has been laying low, and her butt on one side and head on the other. All the movement I feel is on either side of my belly button. And at the last appointment, she was transverse, so makes sense. She has been moving (more rolling and pushing around rather than kicking) and hiccuping a lot so I know she is OK.
My belly button has begun to stick out a bit, you cant see it through my shirts yet, but you can see it pop a bit on my bare belly. I still feel really good. I get sleepy every afternoon, and take a nap if I can, if I don't get one in I usually pass out about 9 at night. I am sleeping fine, and moving around fine. I have mininal swelling in my feet and hands, the more humid then the more I swell. I still have my rings on, when I take them off there is a bit of an indent in my skin, but they are not uncomfortable yet. I don't want to take them off though :(
Her room is, for the most part, done. Just a few more things to hang up and a bit more organizing and we are set. I owe most of that to Leah. She came to stay with us for about a week and thanks to her, the room got put together. We sorted, organized, and strategized her room.
We had a shower in Owatonna and got a ton of cute clothes and blankets. We have a shower in Ida Grove this weekend and I'm sure we will get lots of good stuff. Mary threw me a surprise shower, where some of her friends got together and gave me gifts, bath works, lotions, advice. We had lunch and chatted, it was fun.
July 4th is next week already, I can't believe it. She will be here before we know it. I hope we will be ready!
My belly button has begun to stick out a bit, you cant see it through my shirts yet, but you can see it pop a bit on my bare belly. I still feel really good. I get sleepy every afternoon, and take a nap if I can, if I don't get one in I usually pass out about 9 at night. I am sleeping fine, and moving around fine. I have mininal swelling in my feet and hands, the more humid then the more I swell. I still have my rings on, when I take them off there is a bit of an indent in my skin, but they are not uncomfortable yet. I don't want to take them off though :(
Her room is, for the most part, done. Just a few more things to hang up and a bit more organizing and we are set. I owe most of that to Leah. She came to stay with us for about a week and thanks to her, the room got put together. We sorted, organized, and strategized her room.
We had a shower in Owatonna and got a ton of cute clothes and blankets. We have a shower in Ida Grove this weekend and I'm sure we will get lots of good stuff. Mary threw me a surprise shower, where some of her friends got together and gave me gifts, bath works, lotions, advice. We had lunch and chatted, it was fun.
July 4th is next week already, I can't believe it. She will be here before we know it. I hope we will be ready!
Monday, May 26, 2014
3 pound princess
Well we are now 30 weeks. We had our last ultrasound on Thursday. The doc said she is 3.1 pounds. I immediately thought, "crap she is going to be huge". I was 6.14- she is already about half that and we still have 10 weeks to go! Oh well, chubby babies are cute. During the ultrasound she had her arms and feet above her head. The tech had me cough, move to my side, go to the bathroom, and lay back on my back to try to get her to move so we could see her whole face; but she refused to put her limbs down. So we got a cute picture of half her face peeking through her arms.
She moves around a lot, and I can feel hard parts (bum or head?) though my belly. My belly button is beginning to flatten. I feel great, except for the strained butt and groin in my left leg from lifting. I am getting out of breath quicker when I walk Harv, but still walking fine.
This past weekend we had a diaper and dog party. A bunch of our friends came over and they brought diapers and we grilled. One of our good couple friends hosted it but we had it at our house. It was fun to have everyone at our house hanging out. It was Memorial Day weekend so Matt and I got to spend 3 days together :). He says I get crabby quickly, I don't know what he is talking about :). Dang hormones.
We decided to deliver at Methodist West, feels less like a hospital. And we have a baby basics class coming up where we learn about swaddling, changing diapers, and I am not sure what else. I think as soon as June hits this summer will fly. So exciting!
She moves around a lot, and I can feel hard parts (bum or head?) though my belly. My belly button is beginning to flatten. I feel great, except for the strained butt and groin in my left leg from lifting. I am getting out of breath quicker when I walk Harv, but still walking fine.
This past weekend we had a diaper and dog party. A bunch of our friends came over and they brought diapers and we grilled. One of our good couple friends hosted it but we had it at our house. It was fun to have everyone at our house hanging out. It was Memorial Day weekend so Matt and I got to spend 3 days together :). He says I get crabby quickly, I don't know what he is talking about :). Dang hormones.
We decided to deliver at Methodist West, feels less like a hospital. And we have a baby basics class coming up where we learn about swaddling, changing diapers, and I am not sure what else. I think as soon as June hits this summer will fly. So exciting!
Monday, April 28, 2014
26 weeks
Well I have not written for few weeks. Oops. However, not too much has changed. I am getting noticeably bigger, and it is more difficult to bend over. But I am still feeling good! She has been active, especially at night. I haven't felt any hiccups from her, but her kick is more prominent and I can tell the difference between a kick and a flop.
Matt and I have started to work on her room. It has been fun getting it together. So far the crib is up, we have some bedding, have the dresser/changing table,and a few clothes that have come from friends and family. We also have a jogging stroller and car seat. Picking the big stuff out was stressful for me. There is so much out there in all different price ranges and it is overwhelming. I got really hot and all blotchy while looking at strollers and car seats. I was way stressed out. Luckily, I have an amazing husband and he told me to just sit and relax and he will figure it out.
Let's see, what else... Oh yes, I went through my closet to get things that I cannot fit into right now out of the way. That was pretty sad. NONE of my jeans fit , but that's how it is supposed to be, right?Some of my shirts are too short, and even my bras are getting snug now. Oh, you'll love this, I had one pair of jeans that semi fit (well they buttoned) and I say HAD because I no longer have them, anyway they went on and were buttoned (tightly), I got excited and bent over to pick up a hanger and....RIP!!! That sound women fear and dread. My pants had split in the crotch. I tore them off walked to the hallway and threw them. I was laughing and crying, I'm not sure if the tears were from laughing at the thought that I had just ripped my crotch out while bending over, or crying because I had just ripped my once "a bit too big" pants. All the while Matt is in the hallway saying " can you cut them to make shorts or something" trying to be helpful, it was cute. But, honey, you don't want me wearing shorts that split at the crotch, my hoo-haw would be out there for the world to see. It was a funny but very eye opening moment. My body no longer is just my body.
I am walking, talking, and moving for two. I have two heartbeats, and that is a miracle. While I was at the gym today I was watching her wiggle a bit inbetween reps, and I realized I only have 14 weeks left to share my body with her, then it's just mine again. And I will miss feeling her and watching her be part of me.
I will strive to get my post pregnancy body back, and whether or not I get it back, I am so very grateful to have shared my body for 40 weeks with my little girl.
Matt and I have started to work on her room. It has been fun getting it together. So far the crib is up, we have some bedding, have the dresser/changing table,and a few clothes that have come from friends and family. We also have a jogging stroller and car seat. Picking the big stuff out was stressful for me. There is so much out there in all different price ranges and it is overwhelming. I got really hot and all blotchy while looking at strollers and car seats. I was way stressed out. Luckily, I have an amazing husband and he told me to just sit and relax and he will figure it out.
Let's see, what else... Oh yes, I went through my closet to get things that I cannot fit into right now out of the way. That was pretty sad. NONE of my jeans fit , but that's how it is supposed to be, right?Some of my shirts are too short, and even my bras are getting snug now. Oh, you'll love this, I had one pair of jeans that semi fit (well they buttoned) and I say HAD because I no longer have them, anyway they went on and were buttoned (tightly), I got excited and bent over to pick up a hanger and....RIP!!! That sound women fear and dread. My pants had split in the crotch. I tore them off walked to the hallway and threw them. I was laughing and crying, I'm not sure if the tears were from laughing at the thought that I had just ripped my crotch out while bending over, or crying because I had just ripped my once "a bit too big" pants. All the while Matt is in the hallway saying " can you cut them to make shorts or something" trying to be helpful, it was cute. But, honey, you don't want me wearing shorts that split at the crotch, my hoo-haw would be out there for the world to see. It was a funny but very eye opening moment. My body no longer is just my body.
I am walking, talking, and moving for two. I have two heartbeats, and that is a miracle. While I was at the gym today I was watching her wiggle a bit inbetween reps, and I realized I only have 14 weeks left to share my body with her, then it's just mine again. And I will miss feeling her and watching her be part of me.
I will strive to get my post pregnancy body back, and whether or not I get it back, I am so very grateful to have shared my body for 40 weeks with my little girl.
Thursday, March 27, 2014
She is kicking!!
I went to West Palm Beach, Fl to visit Casey and Meghan for a week. My mom and grandma also flew down. We did a bit of shopping, watched some basketball (NCAA tourney), and some sun bathing. We drove down to Marco Island and visited my cousin and her family and aunt. It was beautiful! First time in my 2 piece with a belly!
The last night that we were at Casey's we were sitting and watching TV and I could feel her flipping around and all of the sudden I could see her kicks from the outside. I screamed "oh my god you can see her". My mom got to feel her for the first time. Casey's response was "that's gross". :). It was a little creepy to see at first but also amazing! Now she is kicking and moving a lot more and you can see the little twitches more often.
Matt got to feel her move for the first time last night. He had the biggest smile on his face. He loves her so much already, I can't wait to see him hold her. At 21 weeks, to feel and see her kick, is a blessing. God is amazing.
The last night that we were at Casey's we were sitting and watching TV and I could feel her flipping around and all of the sudden I could see her kicks from the outside. I screamed "oh my god you can see her". My mom got to feel her for the first time. Casey's response was "that's gross". :). It was a little creepy to see at first but also amazing! Now she is kicking and moving a lot more and you can see the little twitches more often.
Matt got to feel her move for the first time last night. He had the biggest smile on his face. He loves her so much already, I can't wait to see him hold her. At 21 weeks, to feel and see her kick, is a blessing. God is amazing.
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Baby K is a....
GIRL! Guess the old wives tale is true. Not sure how much I buy into it, but it is pretty crazy that he follows me around everywhere and baby is a she.
Matt and I had the ultrasound and we saw the feet, hands, legs, head, spine, and the bum. The tech confirmed we wanted to know gender before she told us it was a she. This ultrasound was not 4d so it was difficult to tell what is what, and the spine photo makes her look like a stegosaurus. O well I love our little Dino.
After our appt Matt and I went shopping, a few spring clothes for me and our daughter's first dress :). We called my mom and gma, Matts parents, and then siblings and friends. Many (including us) thought we were having a boy, so we got a lot of surprised happy reactions. We are beyond excited, and I am very happy that Matt will get a "daddy's girl".
Matt and I had the ultrasound and we saw the feet, hands, legs, head, spine, and the bum. The tech confirmed we wanted to know gender before she told us it was a she. This ultrasound was not 4d so it was difficult to tell what is what, and the spine photo makes her look like a stegosaurus. O well I love our little Dino.
After our appt Matt and I went shopping, a few spring clothes for me and our daughter's first dress :). We called my mom and gma, Matts parents, and then siblings and friends. Many (including us) thought we were having a boy, so we got a lot of surprised happy reactions. We are beyond excited, and I am very happy that Matt will get a "daddy's girl".
Monday, March 10, 2014
19 weeks/Boy or Girl
We are now 19 weeks. The baby bump app says baby boy or girl is a little over half a pound and half a foot. Still seems so small, but my tummy is starting to round a bit more. I am very blessed that our little nugget is growing, but in all honesty, adjusting to a protruding belly is somewhat difficult. I don't know if women do not talk about this because they feel guilty, or if they don't feel freaked out about it at all and it is just me. Either way, having a tummy is, for me, kinda scary. Do I feel guilty saying that? Yes, I know some women would give up anything to be able to experience pregnancy. Do I feel ashamed? NO! I am by no means a fitness guru, nor do I have a rocking body. But I care about my body and I have worked on it from time to time over the years. It seriously is like you go to bed being able to see your pubic bone, thighs, knees, and toes; and then you wake up and you can see your thighs, knees, and toes but your pubic bone is gone. Then later you wake up and your thighs are gone...you get where I am going with this. It says some adjusting to, and every once in a while I feel "fat" not pregnant and get discouraged. But then he/she moves and I think this is OK, my body is no longer just MY body.
Oh ya, baby girl/boy flops around. I can't feel distinct kicks but I feel flops, almost like the feeling you get while on a roller-coaster, a weird dropping feeling. I am probably going to make this kid feisty because when I haven't felt anything in awhile I push on my tummy to get him/her to move. Doesn't always work.
Harvey is still all up in face ALL the time. Follows me from room to room and sits, if not on me, right next to me. I don't mind, he's warm. Tomorrow we find out if the old wives tale is true (Harvey around me all the time means it's a girl) but I still think boy. We are excited to find out, I thought maybe I would have some second thoughts and might want to be surprised. NOPE, I have to know!
Oh ya, baby girl/boy flops around. I can't feel distinct kicks but I feel flops, almost like the feeling you get while on a roller-coaster, a weird dropping feeling. I am probably going to make this kid feisty because when I haven't felt anything in awhile I push on my tummy to get him/her to move. Doesn't always work.
Harvey is still all up in face ALL the time. Follows me from room to room and sits, if not on me, right next to me. I don't mind, he's warm. Tomorrow we find out if the old wives tale is true (Harvey around me all the time means it's a girl) but I still think boy. We are excited to find out, I thought maybe I would have some second thoughts and might want to be surprised. NOPE, I have to know!
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Pictures up until 17 weeks
15 weeks here
17 weeks! You can see the bump. 
Harvey is giving his brother/sister a kiss
17 weeks!
2 more weeks until we get to find out the sex. I have heard Wives Tales about what the gender will be; for example your pet will be stand-offish if the baby is the same gender as him, but very cuddly and protective if the baby is the opposite gender. Harvey has been all over me. He sits on top of me whenever possible, or sits near me. I have also heard if you are carrying a girl you crave sweets. I have been obsessing over hard candy. So if the wives tales are true we are carrying a girl. Honestly, we do not care one way or another as long as he/she is healthy.
I still have been feeling good, just tired every once in a while. I am still wearing my jeans, for the most part.. My favorite pair of skinnys may have to be retired though unless I use a belly band. When I button those and sit for awhile it's gets very uncomfortable. I did finally break down and try on maternity pants and bought a couple maternity tanks and the belly band. My. cousin is letting me borrow a couple pairs of skinny maternity jeans for the days I feel more bloated.
I don't think it have felt any movement or kicks yet. If I did I completely didn't realize that is what it was.
Overall, this pregnancy has been easy and great. We are so happy and excited for the following months. Anxiously awaiting for our 19 week appointment (March 11), and this long cold winter to be over.
2 more weeks until we get to find out the sex. I have heard Wives Tales about what the gender will be; for example your pet will be stand-offish if the baby is the same gender as him, but very cuddly and protective if the baby is the opposite gender. Harvey has been all over me. He sits on top of me whenever possible, or sits near me. I have also heard if you are carrying a girl you crave sweets. I have been obsessing over hard candy. So if the wives tales are true we are carrying a girl. Honestly, we do not care one way or another as long as he/she is healthy.
I still have been feeling good, just tired every once in a while. I am still wearing my jeans, for the most part.. My favorite pair of skinnys may have to be retired though unless I use a belly band. When I button those and sit for awhile it's gets very uncomfortable. I did finally break down and try on maternity pants and bought a couple maternity tanks and the belly band. My. cousin is letting me borrow a couple pairs of skinny maternity jeans for the days I feel more bloated.
I don't think it have felt any movement or kicks yet. If I did I completely didn't realize that is what it was.
Overall, this pregnancy has been easy and great. We are so happy and excited for the following months. Anxiously awaiting for our 19 week appointment (March 11), and this long cold winter to be over.
Friday, February 7, 2014
2nd Trimester!
2nd Trimester!!!!
EEEEK!
So we started the second trimester (14 weeks) on Feb 3. I haven't noticed any other changes so far. Still feel great and still wearing normal clothes. My tummy is starting to bump out a little at the bottom, but still not a noticeable baby bump. I wish I could feel the baby move so I knew everything was going OK. I am such a worrier.
Harvey, our 1.5 old golden doodle, has been sitting or laying on top of me every chance he gets. I don't know if he knows he will no longer be the only spoiled baby or what, but he sure is getting lots of cuddles in whenever he can. And I love them, as long as he isn't laying directly on my belly.
We also finally publicly announced our pregnancy via, what else, Facebook. I wanted the picture perfect and needless to say Matt and Harvey got sick of the attempts. We started off by doing footprints in the snow, very difficult to accomplish with a hyper puppy who loves the snow. Then went to having Harvey holding the onsie in his mouth. But go figure the one time we want him to take something he shouldn't, he wants nothing to do with it. We finally just ended up having Harvey sit at our feet and Matt and I held a sonogram photo. Huge thanks to my mom for snapping all the photos.
Our 16 week appointment is in a week and a half, no ultrasound at that one :(. I would love to see our baby again. But soon enough we will, and will also get to find out the gender!
EEEEK!
So we started the second trimester (14 weeks) on Feb 3. I haven't noticed any other changes so far. Still feel great and still wearing normal clothes. My tummy is starting to bump out a little at the bottom, but still not a noticeable baby bump. I wish I could feel the baby move so I knew everything was going OK. I am such a worrier.
Harvey, our 1.5 old golden doodle, has been sitting or laying on top of me every chance he gets. I don't know if he knows he will no longer be the only spoiled baby or what, but he sure is getting lots of cuddles in whenever he can. And I love them, as long as he isn't laying directly on my belly.
We also finally publicly announced our pregnancy via, what else, Facebook. I wanted the picture perfect and needless to say Matt and Harvey got sick of the attempts. We started off by doing footprints in the snow, very difficult to accomplish with a hyper puppy who loves the snow. Then went to having Harvey holding the onsie in his mouth. But go figure the one time we want him to take something he shouldn't, he wants nothing to do with it. We finally just ended up having Harvey sit at our feet and Matt and I held a sonogram photo. Huge thanks to my mom for snapping all the photos.
Our 16 week appointment is in a week and a half, no ultrasound at that one :(. I would love to see our baby again. But soon enough we will, and will also get to find out the gender!
Thursday, January 23, 2014
The beginning
Matt and I found out we were expecting in November 2013 (YAY)! This is our first and we have no idea what to expect or what we are doing/should be doing. We had an 8 week check-up, which turned out to actually be 7 weeks, and heard the heart beat. I cried and Matt was in awe. We were not expecting to hear it so soon. The doctor told us we are due August 4 2014, so we are anxiously counting down the weeks.
We told our families the exciting news at Christmas and EVERYONE is ecstatic. I think my brother Casey's reaction was the best.
Fast forward to January 21, the 12 week appointment. We were nervous to find out if everything has been going well. I have been feeling well, no sickness, throughout the pregnancy so it was difficult to tell if I was still pregnant. Thankfully the appointment went well and we got to see our growing baby and hear the heartbeat again. 4 more weeks until the next check-up!
We told our families the exciting news at Christmas and EVERYONE is ecstatic. I think my brother Casey's reaction was the best.
Fast forward to January 21, the 12 week appointment. We were nervous to find out if everything has been going well. I have been feeling well, no sickness, throughout the pregnancy so it was difficult to tell if I was still pregnant. Thankfully the appointment went well and we got to see our growing baby and hear the heartbeat again. 4 more weeks until the next check-up!
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