Terms of Endearment

My husband sleeps like a log. A giant, dead-to-the-world, grumpy-upon-awakening log. As I haul my ever growing belly out of bed for the umpteenth time and make my way to the bathroom AGAIN, I look at him laying there and I long for the days where I too used to sleep like a log.

I find myself ridiculously thirsty at night… which seems cruel given how often I have to pee during the night hours. One night I stood next to the bed gulping down sips of water from my one liter jug. My husband angrily says, “You sound like a slobbering pig! Try to be considerate because I need to get some sleep!”

Whoa there, little buddy! I could have easily held a pillow over his face at that point. Ok, ok, I jest.

This morning I asked him about his comment. He couldn’t believe he said that. But he found it hysterically funny.



Stupid Sugar…

So earlier in the week I went to have my one hour glucose challenge test. Presumably, this is the first initial screening for gestational diabetes. I followed the directions I was given, ate like I was supposed to, and dutifully drank the glucose filled beverage at the lab. I spent most of my focus in the time leading up to this test worrying about the taste/consistency of the drink since I had heard such awful things about it. Turns out the lemon lime flavor is actually quite delicious.

Now for the bad news. I got a call this afternoon letting me know I failed the test.


Yep. Failed it. The max level was 130 and I got a 150.

Overachiever… or something.

I wonder if this is why I almost passed out just minutes after the test was finished…

So now I have to go back and do a more extensive three hour fasting glucose test. Which means I won’t be able to eat for close to 13 hours. Whose idea was it to starve a pregnant woman? Baby boy is NOT going to be happy about this. Not one bit.

I have to confess though… I cried after I got off the phone. Big sobbing cries. The kind that makes your eyeliner turn you into a raccoon. I wasn’t crying because of the possibility of having gestational diabetes. No, I was crying because if I fail this three hour test I will no longer meet the “low risk” requirements to stay under the care of my wonderful midwives and to give birth at our awesome birth center. I really, really, really don’t want to leave. I know they don’t want me to leave either. I’m crying again just thinking about it.

Stupid sugar…

Everyone seems confident I will pass the next test. I am praying really hard that I do.

Bouncing Baby Boy

I’m beginning to understand that phrase like never before. Bouncing. Baby. Boy. I think he’s built an amusement park in my uterus. His favorite attraction? My bladder. What a fun ride…for him, at least.

He and daddy love to play games at night. Daddy will talk to him – and baby boy will respond with a jiggle to my belly. Daddy reads him “Oh, The Places You’ll Go” by Dr. Seuss. Baby boy loves this story. He responds with more jiggling. But for loads of laughs, Daddy will press his hands into my belly where baby boy’s head and bottom are protruding and give a little shake, talking and coaxing him to respond with a jiggle or two. But baby boy responds with more than a jiggle. He presses himself against my flesh as close to Daddy’s voice as he can get, then simultaneously kicks and punches Daddy’s hands. They play this game for about 15 minutes without stopping.

I love being the playground.

26 Week Pic

Here is me and the bulging belly at 26 weeks.

Baby boy will be here before I know it.


Baby boy’s room is starting to come together finally! There is still plenty left to do, but I am excited that it actually looks like a respectable place for a baby now. We had a painter come out and do the walls in this wonderful buttery yellow color – which looks so cheerful when the sun shines in through the window.

My husband assembled the changing table/dresser as well as the crib. I don’t think he wants to do that again for a long long time, ha! We bought a mattress, a changing pad, and the window valance. I still need to purchase bedding and work on the decorations. I am so blessed to be surrounded by talented friends – one is helping with artwork above the changing table, and the other is going to do a mural above baby’s crib. I can’t wait!

Our poor little dog is not quite sure what to make of all the changes, but she is getting used to the new paint, the new furniture, and the fact that her crate and bedding has been moved to a different corner of the room.

Here are a few pics so far…


More than Halfway There…

I promise I didn’t fall off the face of the earth. Although it felt like it for a while. Life just has a way of sucking you in sometimes.

Well, tomorrow marks 25 weeks for us, and I can literally feel myself growing day by day. It feels itchy. Very very itchy. I have scratch marks on my tummy from all the itching.

But here’s the exciting news. We’re having a BOY!

Here’s his picture:

Isn’t he handsome? Ok, so I’m a little biased. We can’t wait to meet him. We also can’t agree on his name. But that’s a post for another day..

Lately, the focus has been on getting his room all ready. I have cleaned and cleaned, and organized, and packed, and trashed stuff, and cleaned some more. And slowly my makeshift office is turning into a nursery. Our crib and changing table/dresser arrived and are sitting in boxes in the garage. The painter comes tomorrow morning to transform our drab white walls into a soothing shade of buttery yellow. Once the walls are painted, then my husband can begin assembling the baby furniture. A rite of passage for every new father. I think he’s looking forward to it. I’m just praying there are no “spare parts” leftover.

Here’s the inspiration for the room…. I plan on purchasing the bedding and the valance (which I have). The rest I don’t really need. But I would like to add some personal artwork… we’ll see if I can actually pull that off though.


Advice, Recommended Reading, and a Belly Pic

Ok, just popping by for a quick update. We’re 18wks5days today. Baby is quite the little mover although hubby can’t feel him from the outside just yet. But Baby loves to dance around when daddy rubs my belly or talks to him. I think they are going to be best buds.

Everyone keeps asking me if I know what we’re having or if I want to know. Well, we finally have our big ultrasound scheduled for the 17th of December. We are super excited! I hope baby cooperates so we can get a good “money shot”. So far we are still leaning towards it being a boy… but we’ll find out for sure very shortly!

I have been making good use of the fact that I have a lot of downtime, and am starting to build up quite the collection of reading material. So far I’ve finished La Leche League’s latest edition of “The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding” – which was excellent. I have started two other books simultaneously, “The Birth Partner” by Penny Simkin and “Natural Childbirth the Bradley Way” by Susan McCutcheon. So far I am really enjoying both books and learning so much. The last two books I am designating as required reading for my husband. I need him to be as prepared as possible to help me and not¬†inadvertently become a hindrance. Plus I think it will really empower both of us to know what we are doing before we get to that point.

Last night at a banquet, we were sitting next to some friends who are getting ready for the birth of their 7th child. They have had several birth center births as well as a couple of home births. So my husband asked if they had any advice. The other husband simply replied, “Let her hold your right hand, not your left.” My husband seemed puzzled by this. And I asked, “Because of the wedding ring?” and the other husband answered, “Yes, it hurts!” LOL ¬†Another older couple at our table piped up that a husband should keep his hands away from his wife’s mouth as she will bite down on his fingers… apparently this happened to them! I’m hoping that’s not the case for us!

Well, here is the latest belly pic… 18 weeks!

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