Baby Wait

Or...10 weeks till I'm full term.

Yikes.

I love being pregnant. I love waking up with my tummy buddy, feeling her kick the pillow I'm leaning on. I love walking around Tar.get, feeling her little curled up lump of a tiny body settling into the side of my belly. I love feeling her change positions, hiccup, and lazily stretch into her little home.

But I am not so fond of peeing all night, peeing all day, waking up hot and thirsty even after drinking a gallon of water a day, a newfound sciatica pain, not being able to lay on my stomach for Hub to give me a much needed massage, or the constant need to think about everything I put into my mouth.
Just so this blog is kept open and honest- I have to list some of the annoyances, however slight, that pregnancy has brought me. Constipation. Fatigue. Achey back and joints. Sleepless nights. A bit of a waddle.

But. I do love being pregnant.

Pregnancy has also brought me a whole lot of love. I even love my belly bump. This may be because I only have gotten a bump and not a bigger ass, nose, or feet. I hope this continues. I am, however, seriously bummed that my lady lumps have not gotten even big enough to require a different bra. I may fill out my old cups a little better, but nothing to brag about. Dammit.

As I enter my third and final trimester, I'm overwhelmed by feelings. This is really happening. How can we prepare for this? Will my love affair with Hubs change completely, or intensify? Will being a Mom be all I have built it up to be, even with the challenges I'm sure will come? Will I be the Mom I want to be? Am I strong enough to give birth?

I hope everything will be as beautiful and fulfilling as I imagine it to be. I hope she is healthy.

I hope she is our reality.

For some reason, the past few days have been a little sad for me.

Nothing is wrong with the babe.. but I have so much love and excitement for her, that sometimes I get so scared to believe she is going to be a reality and not just my dream.

These fears are unfounded. She is healthy. I am healthy. She moves more each day, and responds more to the outside world now. I am getting bigger. Sleeping is getting harder.

And yet I worry.

We painted the nursery, bought the furniture, and set it up.

It scared the poop out of me. (actually, it doesn't- I wish it did- my doc prescribed iron for me since my bloodwork came back borderline low on iron, and I haven't been so regular) What am I going to do if some horrible tragedy happens? That lovely lilac room with it's lovely dark stained furniture that is so full of hope will be the saddest room in the world.
I try to tell myself, that if something happened to our sweet pea at 26.5 weeks, a room full of baby delight isn't going to make it worse for us- our little hearts have already fallen so in love with her that I don't think anything will make us sadder.

I know she has at least some chance for survival at this point if she were born. What scares me is still birth horror stories. I need to stay away from blogs that reference it, because I think that's what made me so sad the past few days. It only happens in 1 in 150 births, I keep telling myself.
That's well under a 1% chance of it being our nightmare.

I am also scared to go to the dentist while I'm pregnant- I think there is a chance I have a cavity-it doesn't hurt, but reeealy cold food irritates it. I am afraid of anesthesia while I'm pregnant, but I am also afraid of getting an infection that could lead to preterm labor!! What to do? I guess I'll make an appointment and see how bad the damage is. If my baby were harmed because of a stupid cavity I would never forgive myself.
Do you SEE what goes on in this head of mine? I'm going crazy, I tell you. I do love being pregnant, but the fear is such a buzzkill.

I hate IF. It really puts a damper on things, doesn't it?

LISALOU just had her little Ruby baby!!!!


This is big news. Many of us have followed her journey to this moment. Go give her some love!!

We just got back from our "visiting the family/babymoon to Southern California.
We spent our time eating amazing food, relaxing, shopping, and seeing the sights.
I got the WORST COLD EVER from my nieces, and....

WE BOUGHT OUR BABY'S STROLLER!

It is beautiful.
It is also so scary buying something so substantial. Why does the fear still hover? Why, at almost 25 weeks pregnant, should I even think twice about buying a stroller? Our baby is healthy, my pregnancy is normal, she moves all the time...and I still make hubby assure me constantly that she's okay. That she will be here with us soon.
Crazy.

Since we bought our beautiful, black and grey Chameleon Bugaboo...

I decided, what the heck, let's get a carseat. I really wanted the Peg Perego Prima Viaggio:


BUT it's $250.00. Kind of alot when they can only use it about it year or so. While I was at Ba.by's R U.S today, I noticed one without the box priced for...$124.00. WTH?! That's only 20 more bucks than the Gra.co snug.ride! When I inquired as to why it was priced so low, I was told that a women returned it after receiving two, that the store didn't carry the seat at that location but they tried to sell it for full price anyway, and that a week ago they just decided to mark it down half price just to get rid of it.
So I bought it.
For 50% off! Even though it was, again, scary as hell buying such a presumptuous, "yes, we're bringing home a baby" item, it was also exhilarating deal of the century, so it kind of made up for it.
So now we have a stroller and a carseat. We ordered the crib bedding...it hasn't come yet, but when it does, we're painting the nursery accordingly.
Things are moving along. Our Birth classes start next week.

I'm really pregnant. This is really happening.
I pray it keeps happening....