33 weeks

Well Merry Christmas!  Late but this week was dominated by Christmas festivities.  Cookie and I had a grand old time seeing family and eating our share of sweets and basically getting exhausted 15 minutes into any holiday event :)  Being in your third trimester makes gatherings a bit more tiring than usual.  I hate to admit it but we are still recovering.  I have been sleeping like the dead at night.  Uffda.

We had a good week though.  My doctor appointment went well.  Baby's heartbeat was at 131 bpm and I was measuring at exactly 32 weeks.  I did have the doc do a cervical check and thankfully everything is still as it should be.  I will always be 1 cm or so dilated as I am a 2 time mom already but baby was sitting high and everything was shut tight as it can get.  I feel much better now.  My next appointment is at 36 weeks and this will be when I have my GBS test.  Start praying for a negative test.  I REALLY want a negative test.  I don't want to be on penicillin this time and I want labor to start naturally on it's own.  I like the surprise.  I want all surprises possible. 

Cookie is still very active and painfully so at times.  This baby is very strong.  Probably my fault since I go through SO MUCH MILK on my own.  I have given this baby bones of steel.  I enjoy the rolling sensation though and when baby sticks his/her butt out enough to form a lump.  I know of all things pregnant related the movement is what I miss the most when I am not pregnant.  I will miss that. 

Max and I have a goal to have everything possible ready for this baby by 36 weeks.  This will give us some mental relief in the off chance that Cookie decides to make an early arrival.  Really, there isn't much to do.  I have already washed all the clothes and the car seat is ready to be installed.  I'm holding off on installing it though because I will often only have 1 daycare kid in January so I have the option of going places.  Then again, it will be pretty exhausting taking 3 little kids anywhere so maybe I won't want to.  Who knows. 

I will start the prep for moving Simon into Dexter's room.  I need to get the pack and play up in our room and wash the sheets for that.  I need to buy some more nursing bras.  Mine didn't survive past Dexter and Simon.  I suppose I need to purchase post birthing supplies for myself.  I have none of those around.  I do have a lot of sewing to do.  I am counting on a certain friend of mine to help keep me company on a sewing day to get a lot of that done.  I am making both a boy and girl specific car seat cover (I want at least ONE thing gender specific!) and I have to make some wool diaper covers for the wee little one.  Simon's certainly won't fit him/her.  I would love to find some cotton gauze to make those lovely blankets you see everywhere but that are so expensive.  I can't find any that are cute though and within my price range.  I want bold colors not pastels.  I'm told I should just buy white and then dye it myself.

Time is sure flying by.  I knew it would.  It just seems so unreal.  Max doesn't share my feelings on time.  He isn't surprised by anything nor does he ever say "doesn't is seem crazy that in x amount of time..."  Whatever.  What a party pooper. 

7 weeks until due date!

31 & 32 weeks

Our office isn't heated well at all so we cut it off from the rest of the house.  It is freezing.  So freezing that I didn't want to come in here to write my 31 week blog.  At least I'm honest.

The last two weeks have gone ok.  Cookie is growing like a weed and starting to pack on the pounds I'm told.  Sadly, I am also packing on the pounds.  I no longer like photos taken of me because I look like a huge, fat cow.  And don't even write any comments that I don't look like that.  You can't make a pregnant gal feel better no matter what.  I mean, come on, take a look at my second chin.  Ugh.  Unattractive central.  I am not whining.  I'm simply writing honestly about how I am feeling.  I'm happy that baby is putting on the pounds though.  This is good.

I had a rough few days because the baby positioned him/herself right on my lower spine.  It was incredibly painful and hard to deal with.  Max was in Vegas during this time and so I couldn't even take breaks to rest my back because I was in charge of everything.  Unfortunate timing.  Daycare made it very hard as well.  All I have to say is if THAT is a taste of back labor and back labor is in my future... yikes.  That will be a tough one to deal with.  Thankfully after three days the baby finally shifted again and I was back to the normal aches and pains of being in your third trimester.

I'm surprised at how my feet haven't seemed to swell very much at all.  There are times where they are slightly swollen and throb a bit but that isn't very often.  When I was pregnant with Simon, my feet were double in size and my heels had giant cracks in them.  I suppose this is the difference between a summer pregnancy and a winter pregnancy.  I'll take it.  I did buy some "fat shoes" on Black Friday in anticipation of swollen feet.  There is still ample time for that to start.

I've noticed that I have an extreme issue with butter.  Yes, butter.  I grew up on I Can't Believe it's Not Butter and Max grew up on the real deal.  I switched because who cares really.  I don't eat butter by the pound or anything.  BUT now when butter is in any sort of food or cooked with anything, all I can taste is metal.  Seriously, it tastes like metal.  I LOVE homemade mac and cheese.  Love, love, love it.  Always have.  The last couple batches though I have hardly been able to get down because of that metal taste.  Ugh.  Yuck.  I gave up yesterday and told Max I'm switching back. 

What else... I crave sweets like no other.  This is a good time of year to indulge in that craving.  This is not a good time of year when it comes to the first issue I talked about in this blog.  Only a week left and the sugar fest should be over. 

Time is going so quickly I feel I can't stop to take a breath.  One of my daycare moms is pregnant and due a few weeks before me.  She is a teacher so today is the last day I have her little lady until after Christmas break.  Then I only have her for one week before her baby comes (scheduled C-section).  This time will fly by because its like a "vacation" and vacation always goes faster than normal.  Once she has her baby, its only a matter of weeks before my own comes.  January 31st is my last day of daycare before my maternity leave starts.  That is only a little over a month away!  Holy smokes. 

I have my next doctor appointment on Monday.  I'm looking forward to hearing baby and seeing how s/he has grown.  There has been a couple of things going on that I don't plan on sharing that make me suspicious and I plan on asking if he can do a cervical check to be sure everything is nice and tight and secure down there.  I don't want an early labor.  There are just some things happening that didn't happen until the end with the boys.  I know that everything is very normal and I'm not concerned about that part of it but just the timing part.  Every pregnancy is different but it would ease my mind a bit to know Cookie is safe, sound and tucked in tight.  We will see. 

8 weeks until due date!

30 weeks

The 30th week of pregnancy had nothing out of the ordinary to share.  I honestly can't remember the events of last week.  Isn't that sad?  I don't know if this is pregnant brain taking over, mommy brain taking over or just sheer tiredness.  Either way, I cannot think of what happened this week.

I know that I had an evening of contractions.  Mild but definitely not Braxton Hicks.  I spent that evening laying on the couch again, drinking tons of water again and basically yelling at myself for my lack of desire to drink anything.  From what I have heard, this is the opposite of most pregnant women.  They like water and drink it by the gallon.  Yuck. 

I am getting quite awkward while moving around.  The waddle is almost constant unfortunately.  I find this to be one of the least attractive bits of pregnancy.  I suppose I wouldn't feel that way if I got stretch marks but so far, I am clear of those (even on my toosh!) so the waddle will be my #1.  Oh, well, the hormones making my eczema flare up isn't very attractive either.  So they can tie.

I think my stomach looks weird in my photo... do you?  Perhaps Cookie dropped a little bit?  Is that why it looks weird?  The baby could just be in a weird position too.  Who knows.

This child, man oh man, this child is STRONG.  I read back on my previous blogs about Dex and Simon and I said this about them too but this kid kicks and HARD.  I don't even think it's that he's more strong than the other two boys but that s/he kicks in the worst places.  Never have I felt my pelvis bones knocked into so much.  I like to picture the way astronauts look in space when bouncing around the space craft... you know how they push off the walls with their feet to gain some momentum?  That is what I picture the baby doing but using my pelvic bones.  It is such a weird feeling.  And yes, it hurts.  Cookie also likes to drag his/her butt or feet or something across my lower ribs.  Simon used to do this and it still hurts.  Kids these days.  They think they own the place.

I noticed that with every pregnancy my curiosity about who is in my belly grows stronger and stronger.  I am SO curious about whether we have another little boy in there or a little lady.  I daydream constantly about what it would be like with three boys or with a little girl.  My Pinterest is full of DIY stuff for if we have a girl.  I doodle our boy and girl name all the time.  I'm pathetic.  I'm like a middle school tweenager who writes out her crush's name over and over.  I just want to know!  Time is moving so fast but only in this aspect is it moving slowly.  Soon enough we will find out. 

10 weeks until due date.  We are entering the single digits.  Wow.

5 years

On December 06, 2008 I married Max. 

On this day I became part of a new family. 

On this day we started our journey to creating OUR family.

Marriage is not always easy. 

Marriage is not always driven by selflessness and love.

But finding someone that knows you, understands you and accepts you is an amazing comfort.

Knowing that your spouse is yours forever is an amazing comfort.

 

 

On December 06, 2008 I made one of the best decisions in my life.

 

5 years ago.

 

I wouldn't change a thing.

 

 

 

 

 Pregnant with Dexter.

 Pregnant with Simon.

Family.

(Unknowingly pregnant with Cookie in this photo)



What I've read #3

My friend has had Divergent on her Kindle and wanted us to read it with her.  I was on a break with my Kindle for a while since I had so much to do and reading takes away my ability to do anything but get sucked in a story.  Finally, I am back on happy terms with my Kindle (obviously) and decided to read Divergent.  Well.  That was on Monday.  It is now Thursday and I have read the entire series.  Yes, the entire series. 

It is very good.  If you liked the Hunger Games books you will like these.  They aren't the same, per say, but they both are young adult books and have similar themes running through the stories.  I hold this one as equal in likability to Hunger Games.  I immensely enjoyed them and think they were worth the money I paid for them.  I think Divergent was $2.99, Insurgent was $6.99 (GASP) and Allegiant was $3.49.  My Black Friday presents to myself. 

I highly recommend them.  Review found here.

I got this book for $0.99 off Amazon off a recommendation from my favorite author, Amy Harmon.  It was a chick flick.  Or a book version of a chick flick.  Not too much rough language, no naughty scenes, humor and romance wrapped into one.  It was a VERY easy book to read.  I liked it.  I probably won't read it again but I liked it. 

Review found here on Amazon.

29 weeks

Week 29 marks the week where I have started to feel pregnant.  Well, I have started to feel BIG pregnant.  The waddle has come on when I am tired.  Oh fine.  More than that.  My back aches more and my hips are starting to have some aches.  My feet are starting to swell up a bit at the end of the day.  Nothing out of the ordinary of course and all completely in time with normal pregnancies but as of yet, I haven't really felt pregnant pregnant. 

I have been getting lots of heartburn.  After about 5 minutes of laying down in my bed at night the heartburn will rear its ugly head and last quite a while. Normally I can just fall asleep through it but sometimes it is pretty bad and I have to prop myself up to sleep.  Again, normal stuff.

Cookie is still very active and all over the place.  Like his/her sister, Cookie enjoys laying as far out in my belly as possible and that is creating a lot of pressure.  It is nice though in that you can see every twitch and wiggle baby makes.  Dexter likes putting his hand on my belly to feel the baby.  Simon LOVES to give the baby kisses. 

My 28 week appointment went well.  Baby's heartbeat was 140 bpm and I was measuring at 27 weeks.  Normally I am measuring ahead but this is my first baby that is a wee bit behind.  This could all be based on position of course.  I gained too much weight.  I think this.  The doc didn't say anything about it.  I told my doc that I wasn't planning on coming back for another 4 weeks.  I think after 28 weeks they like you to come every 2 or 3 weeks but come one.  This is my 3rd go around.  I don't need to come that often.

The glucose drink was as gross as I remember especially since I got a really cold bottle this time.  I passed with flying colors though and have no tests in sight until the GBS test.  The big one in my book.  I was GBS positive with both the boys and so my chances are high that I will be this time again.  It didn't matter much with Dexter but it was a big deciding factor in our decision to have my water broken with Simon at 39 weeks.  I am praying we are negative this time.  I didn't like knowing when we were having Simon.  I enjoy the surprise.

Other than that the only thing I can tell you is that I am exhausted.  All the time.  Seriously.  All the time.  I feel I could sleep for 15 hours a night with a break in the middle to eat.  The more kids you have the more tired you are.  No rest for the weary when you have little ones at home!