Ok, I'm an hour away from turning over the end of my 42nd week in this pregnancy. That's long enough. Let's not make it another week baby. Come on out now.
Need to take more pictures I guess, haven't done any since those last ones and at this point every day is really a milestone where most people only need to count in weeks. But I keep telling myself I won't see another week go by.......and then I do. I guess I'm not going to fulfill my dream that told me the baby's birthday would be a date that ended in the number 3. Unless it is April 3rd. And I really really really really really really do not want to cross over to another month.
I'm just getting irritable. It has been "baby, baby, baby, baby" for a month already now and there is no damn baby to show for it! I'm already getting sick of talking about baby stuff and I don't even have a baby. I was so thrilled and obsessed with the cute little clothes and diapers, now I don't even look at them anymore.
I busted and re-busted my ass over and over keeping the house to my dream standard of clean and now I physically am not able to keep up with it and it is getting all trashed and dirty. If I wanted the house to look as nice and neat as I wish it would, it would really take me several hours a day to maintain it because I am so slow-moving and R is so fast at un-cleaning whatever I just get done with.
Either that or she needs to go live somewhere else and then stuff would stay looking good. Seriously, she can't even sleep here if I'm going to get a break. I have to change her damn sheets EVERY. SINGLE. FRICKING. DAY!
She either pees on them or dumps a drink or gets all sweaty or drools. And I don't think it is unsanitary to say that if it was just sweat or drool, I could make sure it got dried out before her next sleeptime and she could at least sleep on it for two days before I had to change the whole bed again. But she is too picky and if there is the slightest bit of dampness anywhere when she wakes up, she'll loudly point it out to me and if I try to sneak her back into the bed without putting on fresh sheets and pillowcase, she won't go to sleep until I do. She'll stand there and yell "Ew, gross! Gross bed. MOMMY! Gross bed wet, yucky!" for apparently ever. I've tried to talk her down from it for half an hour and she will not let it go. Even if the bed is not at all wet when I put her in it, if it was wet that morning she will not lay in it until it is freshly made. Stuck-up little monkey. I'll sleep twice on a pillow I've drooled on, and I'm telling you...I am not a dirty person!
So I guess my rant-vent of today is about changing crib sheets. Wasn't expecting that one. And to top it off, I am so round that it is painful to try to lean over the side of the crib bar to get the sheets tucked in.
And we'll have to quit eating too. Doing dishes sucks. When I was a little kid, my mom quit doing dishes and we just had paper plates and plastic cups. I haven't been able to bring myself to that, and don't know if I ever will. I don't even take disposable stuff on picnics or in packed lunches. So now I feel sorry for myself because my conscience is preventing me from developing a higher level of laziness.
Fucking hell, can I please pop this kid out so I can not think about doing this stupid shit for at least a couple of days??????
Friday, March 23, 2007
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Surprise! Still nothing.
Just a little update. Still no baby yet. Went to an excellent new chiropractor yesterday who rocked my world and I really thought it would happen last night. Oh well, I'm not stressing over it, the odds are it has to be sometime soon. It isn't like I can get any less pregnant, so every day I'm automatically closer to having a baby.
Pictures:
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Saturday, March 17, 2007
Rolling Over
That's what I feel like, a rusty old car whose odometer just rolled over.
41st week, no news.
One of the other moms probably had her baby last night/this morning. Her "due date" was supposed to be the 27th. I'll admit, I did get jealous and kind of upset to hear her talking about having contractions and getting ready to meet her baby. I've never been this patient in my life, and I'll do my best to stick to it but I am starting to get tired of waiting.
I'm (obviously) all for natural childbirth which includes natural labor without induction, but a little bit of me is getting fed up. I've been waiting for a really long time, and nothing is happening! All this build up and anticipation and then no reward!
On the totally superficial, my hair needs re-done again but I think I can't do the blue/purple like I have been because it usually bleeds and fades for about 8 washes after I do it and I really really do not want to let myself believe that I won't be having this baby for 8 more days.
And I don't want to bleed purple in the birth tub because we borrowed it from friends of ours and I'm the first one to borrow it and I would feel awful if I stained it or messed it up.
So, my options are just to re-blonde the whole thing and I'll have weird faded pinkish ends or come up with something else. I have some light blonde stuff sitting around here, or I could go out to the store and get just about anything today although Brian might not like it.
But at this point, anything to make me feel better and take my mind off the laziness that is my uterus. NO fucking contractions!! What the hell is going on (or rather, not going on) here????
I'm also considering putting in a call to my old chiropractor. I quit seeing her several months ago to switch to a clinic that was in-network to our insurance so we could try to take it easy on the finances.
But, she is Webster-certified (read: expert in dealing with pregnant women) and nobody at the clinic is. I'm wondering if a really excellent adjustment would help me out. My next appt. at the clinic is Tuesday and when they scheduled I never thought I would make it that far. Now I really don't want to go, so if I can see my old doctor and cancel that appointment I'll be happy.
Some other people have been talking about accupunture or massage with accupressure. I don't have any idea how much that costs or where you go for it. I've never had a real massage in my life (oh pity me!) and it sounds really damn excellent. Guess I should ask if I really want to know.
41st week, no news.
One of the other moms probably had her baby last night/this morning. Her "due date" was supposed to be the 27th. I'll admit, I did get jealous and kind of upset to hear her talking about having contractions and getting ready to meet her baby. I've never been this patient in my life, and I'll do my best to stick to it but I am starting to get tired of waiting.
I'm (obviously) all for natural childbirth which includes natural labor without induction, but a little bit of me is getting fed up. I've been waiting for a really long time, and nothing is happening! All this build up and anticipation and then no reward!
On the totally superficial, my hair needs re-done again but I think I can't do the blue/purple like I have been because it usually bleeds and fades for about 8 washes after I do it and I really really do not want to let myself believe that I won't be having this baby for 8 more days.
And I don't want to bleed purple in the birth tub because we borrowed it from friends of ours and I'm the first one to borrow it and I would feel awful if I stained it or messed it up.
So, my options are just to re-blonde the whole thing and I'll have weird faded pinkish ends or come up with something else. I have some light blonde stuff sitting around here, or I could go out to the store and get just about anything today although Brian might not like it.
But at this point, anything to make me feel better and take my mind off the laziness that is my uterus. NO fucking contractions!! What the hell is going on (or rather, not going on) here????
I'm also considering putting in a call to my old chiropractor. I quit seeing her several months ago to switch to a clinic that was in-network to our insurance so we could try to take it easy on the finances.
But, she is Webster-certified (read: expert in dealing with pregnant women) and nobody at the clinic is. I'm wondering if a really excellent adjustment would help me out. My next appt. at the clinic is Tuesday and when they scheduled I never thought I would make it that far. Now I really don't want to go, so if I can see my old doctor and cancel that appointment I'll be happy.
Some other people have been talking about accupunture or massage with accupressure. I don't have any idea how much that costs or where you go for it. I've never had a real massage in my life (oh pity me!) and it sounds really damn excellent. Guess I should ask if I really want to know.
Friday, March 16, 2007
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Keeping busy on a Wednesday night
What we do while we're waiting for baby....
Go to Costco and try out the lawnmowers:
Walk around the new Bass Pro Shop and check out some scary fucking dead animal carcasses. I'm proud of her, she didn't want anything to do with the stiff wildlife. Here was as close as we could get her:
But the fish were ok, after she realized they could jump out and bite her like pet fish. Look at them!
And...here's our family picture at the fish aquarium waterfall. Holy shit, I look like I belong in an aquarium. At SeaWorld. Freeeee Willy!!!!
Go to Costco and try out the lawnmowers:
Walk around the new Bass Pro Shop and check out some scary fucking dead animal carcasses. I'm proud of her, she didn't want anything to do with the stiff wildlife. Here was as close as we could get her:
But the fish were ok, after she realized they could jump out and bite her like pet fish. Look at them!
And...here's our family picture at the fish aquarium waterfall. Holy shit, I look like I belong in an aquarium. At SeaWorld. Freeeee Willy!!!!
Picture picture picture (R cuteness)
R got dressed up for playgroup yesterday because it has been such nice gorgeous weather out. What can I say, I breed well?
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
More baby stuff....still waiting
Still waiting on baby, here's more pictures of the stash and setup.
My side of the bed, with the supplies including the handy blanket-holder. Oh wait, that's a bassinet? Well...maybe for naps.
Here's a closer picture of the diapering setup-
If cuteness could start labor, I'd already have baby by now thanks to little stuff like these:
Notice I put the phone in that last one to show just how freaking tiny it is.
And THIS is why baby isn't coming. I've said before that if you buy a special holiday outfit for a baby, they won't be born in time to wear it. Well we got this St. Patrick's Day sleeper as a gift, and I should have known....we'll see if little one really stays in there past Saturday.
My side of the bed, with the supplies including the handy blanket-holder. Oh wait, that's a bassinet? Well...maybe for naps.
Here's a closer picture of the diapering setup-
If cuteness could start labor, I'd already have baby by now thanks to little stuff like these:
Notice I put the phone in that last one to show just how freaking tiny it is.
And THIS is why baby isn't coming. I've said before that if you buy a special holiday outfit for a baby, they won't be born in time to wear it. Well we got this St. Patrick's Day sleeper as a gift, and I should have known....we'll see if little one really stays in there past Saturday.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
So, I wrote a little letter to the new baby this morning. It isn't all that mushy, more of a storyline of up until now. I've decided that I'm going to start writing letters to Riley every so often and saving them as a way to document what is going on at that point in her life, so I decided to start at the beginning with this baby. I just CAN'T get into that scrapbooking thing, even though I definitley have enough pictures, huh? So maybe between my picture habit and writing these notes to my kids, I'll eventually be able to put together memory books for them when they are older.
Without further blablabla, here's the baby's letter:
Well. This is it. Today is March 10, my estimated due date. So you are allegedly done cooking now, little baby. You can come on out whenever you want. I don't want to rush you, I'm happy to be carrying you with me. I know life will be drastically different when you join us, and soon enough I'll be fondly remembering how easy it was to keep you warm and safe while you were still inside of me. But although I am pretty patient and don't feel any rush or sense of urgency for you to be born, I'd really like to meet you! I'm so excited to have you in our family. I can't wait to find out who you are....what you look like....what your name is going to be....what your personality is like? Are you a boy like everyone thinks or will you surprise us all and be another little girl? Will you be independent and strong-willed like your big sister? Or will you be quiet and introverted and stay close to me?
These last 40 weeks that you have been growing inside me has been such a beautiful time in my life, and I am so happy that we are lucky enough to have you. This pregnancy has been a very different experience than my first, when I had Riley. I remember when I first found out I was going to have a baby. We were on a vacation to North Dakota to go see your daddy's dad, Grandpa Joe. It was the first week of July 2006. I had been talking with your daddy about whether or not we were ready to have another baby, and somehow I just had a feeling that you were already with me. I left the hotel after Daddy went to bed and drove to a store and bought some pregnancy tests. The next morning, I took one and it showed up positive. I was so excited! I was going to have a new little baby! I didn't know how or when to tell your dad. I wanted the news that you were coming to only be something special just for our family at first, so I decided to wait until we got home from vacation. I kept you a secret for almost 5 more days. I was nervous about telling Daddy because we had just started talking about what it would be like to have another child, and here right away we already had a baby coming. But he wanted to have a baby just like I did, and when I told him that I was pregnant, he was happy. He said that it would be good for Riley to be a big sister and have someone else to play with, and he knows how much I love babies and how excited I was to have you. The funny part of this story is that he actually had already found out I had gotten pregnant before I told him, but he was waiting to see what I said instead of telling me he knew. Because I'm so sentimental, I had saved the positive pregnancy tests that told me you were coming and hid them in the top of my closet, but he found them when he was unpacking after our vacation.
So we were going to have a baby! We decided to keep the news private for a little while still, just because we hadn't really told anyone else that we were thinking about having a new baby yet and it was so special that we could have such an incredible secret, something so wonderful that nobody else knew about.
Unfortunately, I started having 'morning sickness' pretty soon after we got home, which was a shock to me. When I was pregnant with Riley, I never felt very bad and I never threw up. Now that I had you, I felt sick almost all day every day. I would be trying to play with Riley or make dinner or do housework, and I'd have to go lay down because I got so nauseated. It was scary times for me because I really hate throwing up. I ended up only actually throwing up three times from morning sickness, but I spend a lot of time resting on the couch, thinking I would lose my lunch if I so much as moved an inch from where I was. I did a lot of deep breathing and relaxation and I wore some special wrist-bands that are sold to help with motion sickness. After a couple of months, I started feeling better and I was so relieved!
We had a scare a little bit more than a month after we knew I was pregnant. I was at church signing up to work at Old Settler's when I felt like I had peed in my pants! I went to the bathroom and found out I was bleeding. I was so scared, I didn't know what was going to happen. I didn't want to lose you, I so wanted you to make it and join our family. I was with your aunt Jessica and Riley, and I told her to take us to the hospital. We went to the emergency room where I had to wait for a long time and I was very nervous and scared. Finally, I had been there for so long that Daddy got out of work and was able to come and be with me. A doctor came in and gave me an ultrasound and showed us where you were and how your heart was beating and that you were ok. The doctor said he didn't know why I was bleeding but the odds were good that you were going to stay alive and be fine and keep growing. I cried and cried because I felt so happy.
That night, Grammy (my mom) found out I had been in the hospital, so that was when we told her that we were going to have another baby. We told Daddy's mom on her birthday. I made a special t-shirt for Riley to wear that said: "I'm Going To Be The BIG Sister!" and Grandma was soo surprised and excited when we showed her.
The end of the summer was winding down, and I found myself restless and wondering what to do next. It seemed like forever until you would be here and I didn't want to wait. I didn't know what to do. I was impatient!
After the visit to the emergency room, I had started thinking that I really don't like to be in the hospital. I knew that women have their babies at home sometimes and they are usually able to have a much better birth experience because they are comfortable in their own environment and they get to decide what they want because they are in control of their own choices. In the hospital, there are so many nurses and doctors and they have a certain set of rules they have to follow so it is harder for a mommy to do just what is right for her. I started to think that maybe when it came time for you to be born, I'd like to stay home and not go to the hospital, if I didn't have any risks.
I started talking to Daddy about it, and at first he was unsure. He was worried about if it would be safe, and what if something went wrong, and really just because it was a new and unknown idea to him. I read lots of information and we kept talking, but he still wasn't sure. Some days I wasn't sure either, but I had strong feelings that having a homebirth would be right for me and you.
As weeks went by, we still hadn't made a decision, so I decided to start prenatal care dually at the hospital and with a midwife. I made appointments to go see Dr. Peck at the Olathe Medical Center, and he was a nice doctor, but talking with him just didn't feel right to me. It gave me comfort to know that if I had any complications, his expertise and experience was available. But I just felt like I didn't want to be around all those machines and rules when the time came for you to be born.
So we met Mountain. We knew Mountain from KCAP playgroups, and I liked her. I knew she was a midwife and that she was very laidback. Her personality seemed like the right fit for our family. Some midwives do homebirth but they still worry about a lot of the things that doctors do, and I could tell that Mountain was not a worrier and would not put any pressure on me. Mountain started coming to our house once a month to do prenatal checkups. She would check my bloodpressure, test my urine, and try to listen to your heartbeat. But you were ornery and would kick and roll around to get away from the fetoscope when she pressed on my belly. Also, your placenta was attached at the front of my womb and you were able to hide behind it. Mountain also made special tea for me to drink, which was a challenge because I don't like to try new things and I don't like to drink a lot of anything, but after some experimentation I was able to make the tea cold and drink it with other juices and lemonade.
So the months were going by and you were growing bigger and we were just waiting on you. I was still seeing Dr. Peck as well as Mountain because Daddy and I never made an official decision and I was still letting other people influence me into thinking that I might need to go to the hospital. But I knew I didn't need to go to the hospital. You were growing big and healthy, I felt fine and I wasn't having any problems. Finally the time came where the doctor wanted me to have another ultrasound, to check on your development. This is also the time where most people find out if their baby is a boy or a girl. But Daddy and I decided we didn't want to find out until you were born. The sonogram went fine and showed you were perfect.
After that I became even more committed to staying home and I became assertive about my ability to give birth in the way that felt right to me. So I told Daddy how important it was to me to have a homebirth and explained how much happier it would make me. He said it was ok with him for me to do whatever I felt was best, because I was the one doing all the work. So I told Dr. Peck that I wouldn't be coming to any more of his appointments because I was having a homebirth. NOW I was able to really relax and focus on more important things....like finding cute little newborn diapers for you!
One of the most important things that I've done throughout this pregnancy has been going to a chiropractor regularly. The chiropractors have helped me stay comfortable and relaxed as my body has expanded to make room for you as you have grown.
So now I have just been waiting and waiting and waiting. Whenever anyone asked me when I was due, I would tell them "sometime in March" or "the middle of March" because I didn't want to get too focused on one certain day. When I was waiting for Riley to be born, I knew her due date was supposed to be January 2, and I pinned all my hopes on her not being born until New Year's Eve. But she decided she was ready to come on December 29. So from that experience, I knew that babies come when they want to come. I also knew that babies are often born when there is a full moon, so I looked up when the full moon in March was going to be. It was March 3. Well, March 3 has come and gone, and I haven't felt any signs of labor or indication that you will be here soon.
So, today is March 10 and it is your due date. I joked with Daddy last night how funny it would be if you were born today, because I am usually late to everything and it would be ironic if you were born right "on time". I can't wait to meet you, I am very excited and anxious to see you. I feel like we are all ready, so you can come and join us any time you are ready. The weather is beautiful, and Daddy is prepared to take his vacation from work so he can stay home and get to know you. Even Riley is looking forward to meeting you. She'll pat my belly and say, "Come out, baby!" I know, I bet you think she is really loud...and you're right. But she is so loving and she really likes babies. Well, little baby, I am so happy to know that you are my little baby, and that sometime soon I will be able to hold you in my arms and look at your beautiful face instead of just feeling your pointy little feet poking me!
I love you little baby, and I will be meeting you soon. I cannot wait! Love, your Mommy.
Without further blablabla, here's the baby's letter:
Well. This is it. Today is March 10, my estimated due date. So you are allegedly done cooking now, little baby. You can come on out whenever you want. I don't want to rush you, I'm happy to be carrying you with me. I know life will be drastically different when you join us, and soon enough I'll be fondly remembering how easy it was to keep you warm and safe while you were still inside of me. But although I am pretty patient and don't feel any rush or sense of urgency for you to be born, I'd really like to meet you! I'm so excited to have you in our family. I can't wait to find out who you are....what you look like....what your name is going to be....what your personality is like? Are you a boy like everyone thinks or will you surprise us all and be another little girl? Will you be independent and strong-willed like your big sister? Or will you be quiet and introverted and stay close to me?
These last 40 weeks that you have been growing inside me has been such a beautiful time in my life, and I am so happy that we are lucky enough to have you. This pregnancy has been a very different experience than my first, when I had Riley. I remember when I first found out I was going to have a baby. We were on a vacation to North Dakota to go see your daddy's dad, Grandpa Joe. It was the first week of July 2006. I had been talking with your daddy about whether or not we were ready to have another baby, and somehow I just had a feeling that you were already with me. I left the hotel after Daddy went to bed and drove to a store and bought some pregnancy tests. The next morning, I took one and it showed up positive. I was so excited! I was going to have a new little baby! I didn't know how or when to tell your dad. I wanted the news that you were coming to only be something special just for our family at first, so I decided to wait until we got home from vacation. I kept you a secret for almost 5 more days. I was nervous about telling Daddy because we had just started talking about what it would be like to have another child, and here right away we already had a baby coming. But he wanted to have a baby just like I did, and when I told him that I was pregnant, he was happy. He said that it would be good for Riley to be a big sister and have someone else to play with, and he knows how much I love babies and how excited I was to have you. The funny part of this story is that he actually had already found out I had gotten pregnant before I told him, but he was waiting to see what I said instead of telling me he knew. Because I'm so sentimental, I had saved the positive pregnancy tests that told me you were coming and hid them in the top of my closet, but he found them when he was unpacking after our vacation.
So we were going to have a baby! We decided to keep the news private for a little while still, just because we hadn't really told anyone else that we were thinking about having a new baby yet and it was so special that we could have such an incredible secret, something so wonderful that nobody else knew about.
Unfortunately, I started having 'morning sickness' pretty soon after we got home, which was a shock to me. When I was pregnant with Riley, I never felt very bad and I never threw up. Now that I had you, I felt sick almost all day every day. I would be trying to play with Riley or make dinner or do housework, and I'd have to go lay down because I got so nauseated. It was scary times for me because I really hate throwing up. I ended up only actually throwing up three times from morning sickness, but I spend a lot of time resting on the couch, thinking I would lose my lunch if I so much as moved an inch from where I was. I did a lot of deep breathing and relaxation and I wore some special wrist-bands that are sold to help with motion sickness. After a couple of months, I started feeling better and I was so relieved!
We had a scare a little bit more than a month after we knew I was pregnant. I was at church signing up to work at Old Settler's when I felt like I had peed in my pants! I went to the bathroom and found out I was bleeding. I was so scared, I didn't know what was going to happen. I didn't want to lose you, I so wanted you to make it and join our family. I was with your aunt Jessica and Riley, and I told her to take us to the hospital. We went to the emergency room where I had to wait for a long time and I was very nervous and scared. Finally, I had been there for so long that Daddy got out of work and was able to come and be with me. A doctor came in and gave me an ultrasound and showed us where you were and how your heart was beating and that you were ok. The doctor said he didn't know why I was bleeding but the odds were good that you were going to stay alive and be fine and keep growing. I cried and cried because I felt so happy.
That night, Grammy (my mom) found out I had been in the hospital, so that was when we told her that we were going to have another baby. We told Daddy's mom on her birthday. I made a special t-shirt for Riley to wear that said: "I'm Going To Be The BIG Sister!" and Grandma was soo surprised and excited when we showed her.
The end of the summer was winding down, and I found myself restless and wondering what to do next. It seemed like forever until you would be here and I didn't want to wait. I didn't know what to do. I was impatient!
After the visit to the emergency room, I had started thinking that I really don't like to be in the hospital. I knew that women have their babies at home sometimes and they are usually able to have a much better birth experience because they are comfortable in their own environment and they get to decide what they want because they are in control of their own choices. In the hospital, there are so many nurses and doctors and they have a certain set of rules they have to follow so it is harder for a mommy to do just what is right for her. I started to think that maybe when it came time for you to be born, I'd like to stay home and not go to the hospital, if I didn't have any risks.
I started talking to Daddy about it, and at first he was unsure. He was worried about if it would be safe, and what if something went wrong, and really just because it was a new and unknown idea to him. I read lots of information and we kept talking, but he still wasn't sure. Some days I wasn't sure either, but I had strong feelings that having a homebirth would be right for me and you.
As weeks went by, we still hadn't made a decision, so I decided to start prenatal care dually at the hospital and with a midwife. I made appointments to go see Dr. Peck at the Olathe Medical Center, and he was a nice doctor, but talking with him just didn't feel right to me. It gave me comfort to know that if I had any complications, his expertise and experience was available. But I just felt like I didn't want to be around all those machines and rules when the time came for you to be born.
So we met Mountain. We knew Mountain from KCAP playgroups, and I liked her. I knew she was a midwife and that she was very laidback. Her personality seemed like the right fit for our family. Some midwives do homebirth but they still worry about a lot of the things that doctors do, and I could tell that Mountain was not a worrier and would not put any pressure on me. Mountain started coming to our house once a month to do prenatal checkups. She would check my bloodpressure, test my urine, and try to listen to your heartbeat. But you were ornery and would kick and roll around to get away from the fetoscope when she pressed on my belly. Also, your placenta was attached at the front of my womb and you were able to hide behind it. Mountain also made special tea for me to drink, which was a challenge because I don't like to try new things and I don't like to drink a lot of anything, but after some experimentation I was able to make the tea cold and drink it with other juices and lemonade.
So the months were going by and you were growing bigger and we were just waiting on you. I was still seeing Dr. Peck as well as Mountain because Daddy and I never made an official decision and I was still letting other people influence me into thinking that I might need to go to the hospital. But I knew I didn't need to go to the hospital. You were growing big and healthy, I felt fine and I wasn't having any problems. Finally the time came where the doctor wanted me to have another ultrasound, to check on your development. This is also the time where most people find out if their baby is a boy or a girl. But Daddy and I decided we didn't want to find out until you were born. The sonogram went fine and showed you were perfect.
After that I became even more committed to staying home and I became assertive about my ability to give birth in the way that felt right to me. So I told Daddy how important it was to me to have a homebirth and explained how much happier it would make me. He said it was ok with him for me to do whatever I felt was best, because I was the one doing all the work. So I told Dr. Peck that I wouldn't be coming to any more of his appointments because I was having a homebirth. NOW I was able to really relax and focus on more important things....like finding cute little newborn diapers for you!
One of the most important things that I've done throughout this pregnancy has been going to a chiropractor regularly. The chiropractors have helped me stay comfortable and relaxed as my body has expanded to make room for you as you have grown.
So now I have just been waiting and waiting and waiting. Whenever anyone asked me when I was due, I would tell them "sometime in March" or "the middle of March" because I didn't want to get too focused on one certain day. When I was waiting for Riley to be born, I knew her due date was supposed to be January 2, and I pinned all my hopes on her not being born until New Year's Eve. But she decided she was ready to come on December 29. So from that experience, I knew that babies come when they want to come. I also knew that babies are often born when there is a full moon, so I looked up when the full moon in March was going to be. It was March 3. Well, March 3 has come and gone, and I haven't felt any signs of labor or indication that you will be here soon.
So, today is March 10 and it is your due date. I joked with Daddy last night how funny it would be if you were born today, because I am usually late to everything and it would be ironic if you were born right "on time". I can't wait to meet you, I am very excited and anxious to see you. I feel like we are all ready, so you can come and join us any time you are ready. The weather is beautiful, and Daddy is prepared to take his vacation from work so he can stay home and get to know you. Even Riley is looking forward to meeting you. She'll pat my belly and say, "Come out, baby!" I know, I bet you think she is really loud...and you're right. But she is so loving and she really likes babies. Well, little baby, I am so happy to know that you are my little baby, and that sometime soon I will be able to hold you in my arms and look at your beautiful face instead of just feeling your pointy little feet poking me!
I love you little baby, and I will be meeting you soon. I cannot wait! Love, your Mommy.
I'm SMAAAART!
If you didn't know this already, you don't know me. The result of reading books instead of having a social life:
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Thursday, March 8, 2007
Ok, one more
Because R insisted on having her picture taken when I was messing with the diapers. I'm pretty sure she doesn't have a sore throat, what do you think???
FINALLY some baby blogging
So I'm finally getting my slow lazy butt around to picture-whoring some of the new baby stuff. This is not nearly all of it, but what I have at hand right this second. I need to get going, but maybe I'll be able to post more later when I have time, like some ittle-wittle clothes and more of the assorted diapers and the whole setup with the diaper storage and the bassinet and the blankets and everything.
Now, on to the most adorable diapers in the whole wide world!
Top row: XS Fuzzi Bunz, 7 of them. All are 'seconds' except the white one on the farthest left
Bottom Row: NEW S Fuzzi Bunz, the best!
Microfiber inserts on the left and fleecey inserts on the right
The sweetest little newborn diaper ever, Kissaluvs! Size 0's. 3 blue, 2 purple, 1 lime, 4 natural and a yellow and blue size 1 on the end. Size 1 will fit when baby is older, R wears size 2 right now.
Some misc. stuff here: 4 GMD infant snug-to-fits, a tie-dyed fitted, Lime Hawaiian Happy Heiny, pile of tie-dye prefolds, pile of new prefolds.
Some covers, from the top left: 2 ProRap NB and 1 ProRap S. 1 NB Cot'n Wrap and 1 Small LiteWrap. Those are all the white ones. To the right of the white ones are Bummis in size Small. The white is a SuperSnap, the print is SuperWhisperWrap and on the end is a Polar Bummi fleece.
Bottom row: Blue BeccaBottoms cover size small. Red BeccaBottoms cover size Newborn (can you believe how freaking tiny that thing is?? I don't think it will ever fit) Blue BabySoftWrap in size Small. Froggy Bummis SuperWhisperWrap in Newborn and a size Small BumGenius AIO on the end.
Well, that's all the pics I have for right now...and now that I see them, they aren't the greatest. But soon enough we'll have pictures of a teeny-tiny brand-new baby wearing all these cute little diapers and those pictures will be much better.
Now, on to the most adorable diapers in the whole wide world!
Top row: XS Fuzzi Bunz, 7 of them. All are 'seconds' except the white one on the farthest left
Bottom Row: NEW S Fuzzi Bunz, the best!
Microfiber inserts on the left and fleecey inserts on the right
The sweetest little newborn diaper ever, Kissaluvs! Size 0's. 3 blue, 2 purple, 1 lime, 4 natural and a yellow and blue size 1 on the end. Size 1 will fit when baby is older, R wears size 2 right now.
Some misc. stuff here: 4 GMD infant snug-to-fits, a tie-dyed fitted, Lime Hawaiian Happy Heiny, pile of tie-dye prefolds, pile of new prefolds.
Some covers, from the top left: 2 ProRap NB and 1 ProRap S. 1 NB Cot'n Wrap and 1 Small LiteWrap. Those are all the white ones. To the right of the white ones are Bummis in size Small. The white is a SuperSnap, the print is SuperWhisperWrap and on the end is a Polar Bummi fleece.
Bottom row: Blue BeccaBottoms cover size small. Red BeccaBottoms cover size Newborn (can you believe how freaking tiny that thing is?? I don't think it will ever fit) Blue BabySoftWrap in size Small. Froggy Bummis SuperWhisperWrap in Newborn and a size Small BumGenius AIO on the end.
Well, that's all the pics I have for right now...and now that I see them, they aren't the greatest. But soon enough we'll have pictures of a teeny-tiny brand-new baby wearing all these cute little diapers and those pictures will be much better.
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