We haven't blogged much about my pregnancy up until this point, but I figured I should so it doesn't seem like the stork just dropped her off. So here's the latest on her developments and some observations we've made as parents-to-be...
We are at 26 weeks with 14 to go. So far I can't complain... I've had the occasional headache, swollen feet (from flying for 12 hours), been more tired than usual, and now the back aches are starting, but overall I feel pretty awesome. I haven't had cravings... or well, Hollywood's version of cravings. There has been no pickles and ice cream in this house. I'll jones for the occasional hot fudge sundae and pizza... but that's not something I wouldn't normally eat anyway :)
The little one had her anatomy scan a few weeks ago and everything looks great. All her little bits and bytes are exactly where they should be and everything is growing perfectly. So perfect in fact that doc has moved up her due date from January 30th to January 21st. And apparently she's in the 98th percentile which means she's gonna be a big baby.Yikes.
She also apparently thinks she's ninja. This kid karate chops the hell out of me night and day. And I'm convinced she thinks my bladder is her own personal trampoline. Weeeeeeee! She also likes Ace of Base. Yeah... I saw the sign Ace of Base. Anytime it comes on the 90s station she gets her Euro electronica dance groove on. No kidding.
Babies need alot of crap. I just finished our registry for our upcoming baby shower and I still cannot get over how something so small needs so much shit. And then how are you supposed to tell the difference between it all? What makes one pack 'n play superior to the other? Does the plush whale on the tummy time gym really warrant the $60 price tag? And how can something whose sole purpose is to carry diapers cost me more than a normal handbag? It's wedding planning all over again... they getcha for everything.
My puppies know something's up. Frankie follows me around the house all the time. She pops into the bathroom in the morning like she's checking up on me. Dino hates the nursery. It's a horrible room filled with tons of toys and animals she's not allowed to play with. It gives her anxiety. They both love the belly. I think they think it's the best pillow ever.
Being sick while you're pregnant sucks ass. I had what I'm sure was a mild head cold a few weeks ago, and because I couldn't medicate and just had to let it run its course, it took an entire freaking week. Yeah. A week of chamomile tea with honey and herbal cough drops. Longest. Week. Ever.
If I ever wanted to know what the inside of my belly button looks like, now I know. It's my very own built in turkey thermometer. As soon as that belly button pops, baby must be done!
People are super nice to pregnant women. Or well that's been my experience anyway. Everyone always asks how far along, when are you due, what are you having, oh girls are so much fun... my dry cleaning lady even went so far as to carry out my clothes to the car and pack them in the other day. I'm actually disappointed at the prospect of not being pregnant because I swear people are not usually this nice to me. Plus I got out of building nursery furniture :) And carrying the heavy laundry baskets up two flights of stairs :D Now if I could just manage to get out of ironing we'd be all set.
My husband is pretty much the best guy ever. He makes sure we eat the right things and get all of our vitamins in. He makes sure we're comfortable and happy. He rubs my feet. He built baby's bed. He gets disappointed when he misses a kick. He never complains. Ever. He rubs my belly every night and tells baby he loves her. He always tells me how beautiful I look, and I believe him :) He was pretty much awesome before I got pregnant and I didn't think it was possible for him to get much better than that. He did.
I still can't believe we're actually going to have a baby. After two long years of hypothetical discussions about "her", I can't get over the fact that she's really going to be here in just a few months. Amazing.
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