Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Hee hee...but possibly TMI.....
The pregnancy gas is ongoing. Pretty annoying at times, but it seems to get Isla moving. Especially first thing in the morning.
Friday, October 23, 2009
She got mail!
So with pregnancy brain, I'm afraid I'll forget what I want to update before I have a chance to actually update and I'm going out of town this weekend so it'll be a few days. So I'm posting a post to remind myself what I want to blog about when I have time.
Isla got mail yesterday. Her aunt K sent her some goodies--I'll have to take pictures.
Gymnastics are ongoing.
And there's another song that made me cry thinking about Isla this morning.
And I think there's something else but I don't remember right now.
Isla got mail yesterday. Her aunt K sent her some goodies--I'll have to take pictures.
Gymnastics are ongoing.
And there's another song that made me cry thinking about Isla this morning.
And I think there's something else but I don't remember right now.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Gymnastics....
This little girl was ACTIVE yesterday. I asked M if I could count her acrobatics as my exercise for the day. She said no. All afternoon it felt like a gymnastics competition was going on inside me. Its amazing to feel that and know it means she's getting bigger and stronger. Thankfully its not painful at this point. She's gotten in a couple of jabs (mostly to my bladder) but for the most part, she's been nice to mommmy. We put the doppler on my belly last night and we'd hear her heartbeat for a few seconds, then a flip, then nothing for a few seconds, then another flip, then we'd hear her again. P has been able to feel her movements quite a bit and the last 2 nights there have been times when I could see skin flutters on my belly that corresponded with what I was feeling inside. I'm sure someone else wouldn't have noticed it--it was very subtle but I could match it up to the feelings.
Amazing.
Amazing.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Stealing from friends...
I spent the weekend stealing ideas. M was talking about making picture frames Friday. I wasn't ambitious enough to try to make the ones that she wants to make, but I did make these...
The one on the right is for one of P's coworkers who's due around the same time we are. She made Isla a sweet little bracelet the other day.
Also on Friday, L asked me if I knew how to make pillow case dresses. I started googling and decided they looked pretty doable. Here's my first attempt....I based the width off a newborn dress I have but made it wider and much longer. Without a model to measure, it was hard to guestimate a size. Still, I think it turned out cute...
I also made a Raggedy Ann and Andy throw to go over Isla's infant carrier this winter. I'm also going to add velcro to it so we can use it as a wrap for her instead of a coat/snow suit.
I also made curtains for Isla's room yesterday....
And I added her name to the toy chest that A's dad made for us....
So why does it feel like I didn't do anything this weekend? I did straighten up the nursery today and try to organize some of her things. The toy chest is full of clothes, blankets, burp clothes, etc. Hopefully P will get her dresser/changing table put together the weekend of the shower so we'll have that storage space to further organize her things. An aunt who can't attend the shower gave us a very generous check this weekend--we'll use it to get her swing and some bottles or a case of wipes. I stopped at a couple of garage sales yesterday (procrastinating going to the gym) and found an exersaucer in great shape and a V-Tech walker toy (P is obsessed with V-Tech products).
Isla was really active this week--I can tell she's getting bigger and stronger. But she never seems to move as much on the weekends--I'm sure it's because I don't sit still as much to notice the movements. This morning in church though, she started moving around as soon as Chris started singing. The sermon was on God's Glory being all around us and she kept moving through the whole service--God's Glory indeed!
The one on the right is for one of P's coworkers who's due around the same time we are. She made Isla a sweet little bracelet the other day.
Also on Friday, L asked me if I knew how to make pillow case dresses. I started googling and decided they looked pretty doable. Here's my first attempt....I based the width off a newborn dress I have but made it wider and much longer. Without a model to measure, it was hard to guestimate a size. Still, I think it turned out cute...
I also made a Raggedy Ann and Andy throw to go over Isla's infant carrier this winter. I'm also going to add velcro to it so we can use it as a wrap for her instead of a coat/snow suit.
I also made curtains for Isla's room yesterday....
And I added her name to the toy chest that A's dad made for us....
So why does it feel like I didn't do anything this weekend? I did straighten up the nursery today and try to organize some of her things. The toy chest is full of clothes, blankets, burp clothes, etc. Hopefully P will get her dresser/changing table put together the weekend of the shower so we'll have that storage space to further organize her things. An aunt who can't attend the shower gave us a very generous check this weekend--we'll use it to get her swing and some bottles or a case of wipes. I stopped at a couple of garage sales yesterday (procrastinating going to the gym) and found an exersaucer in great shape and a V-Tech walker toy (P is obsessed with V-Tech products).
Isla was really active this week--I can tell she's getting bigger and stronger. But she never seems to move as much on the weekends--I'm sure it's because I don't sit still as much to notice the movements. This morning in church though, she started moving around as soon as Chris started singing. The sermon was on God's Glory being all around us and she kept moving through the whole service--God's Glory indeed!
Friday, October 16, 2009
Baby book....
I've given my mom a hard time for years about my baby book. The older of my two brothers had a baby book that was mostly completed. The next brother had a half-completed baby book. My baby book was still in the box with the Sears price sticker on it, not a thing written in it. Not. A. Thing. Not long after getting pregnant, I took the book from my parent's house and told mom I'd use it if we found out we're having a girl. I started looking through it the other day and discovered that 1973 baby books were a bit different than what would be included in baby books today. How many x-rays have I had? Uh, none. Not even at my last dental cleaning! I don't remember what else seemed out of date, but I don't think I'll use that as Isla's baby book. I haven't started one yet...I'm actually debating whether I need one or if I should just keep the blog up and maybe have it printed and bound for her at some point.
Any thoughts?
Any thoughts?
More tears...
I read this on another blog yesterday. It said it was written by "Julie" but no other attribution was given.....
About Being a Mom…
We are sitting at lunch when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family".
"We're taking a survey," she says, half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?"
"It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral.
"I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations...."
But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but that becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable. I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die. I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a souffle or her best crystal without a moment's hesitation. I feel I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of her discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is alright. I want my daughter to know that everyday decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom. However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother. Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give it up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years - not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs. I want her to know that a caesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor. My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic. I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving. I hope she will understand why I can think rationally about most issues, but become temporarily insane when I discuss the threat of nuclear war to my children's future. I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or a cat for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real, it actually hurts.
My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes.
"You'll never regret it," I finally say.
Then I reach across the table, squeeze my daughter's hand and offer a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all of the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings. This blessed gift from God . . .that of being a Mother.
I'm not sure if reading this is what sparked the "WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO WITH A BABY????" questions yesterday or if they were there anyway. Either way, I had to wipe tears from my eyes after reading this so I had to share.
And Isla....even though we're questioning what we're doing, why we're doing it, and have 399,423,563,932 uncertainties running through our heads right now, your daddy and I love you very much. All the worries mentioned above and so many more have already grasped out lives. Daddy says I can't put you in a plastic bubble and there was a story on the internet this morning about some lady who got arrested for locking her kid in a closet so I guess I can't do that to protect you either.
Oh, and a warning--your daddy is already insisting that he doesn't like that boy you're going to want to date. That's going to be a tough one for him.
About Being a Mom…
We are sitting at lunch when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family".
"We're taking a survey," she says, half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?"
"It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral.
"I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations...."
But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but that becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable. I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die. I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a souffle or her best crystal without a moment's hesitation. I feel I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of her discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is alright. I want my daughter to know that everyday decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom. However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother. Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give it up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years - not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs. I want her to know that a caesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor. My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic. I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving. I hope she will understand why I can think rationally about most issues, but become temporarily insane when I discuss the threat of nuclear war to my children's future. I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or a cat for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real, it actually hurts.
My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes.
"You'll never regret it," I finally say.
Then I reach across the table, squeeze my daughter's hand and offer a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all of the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings. This blessed gift from God . . .that of being a Mother.
I'm not sure if reading this is what sparked the "WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO WITH A BABY????" questions yesterday or if they were there anyway. Either way, I had to wipe tears from my eyes after reading this so I had to share.
And Isla....even though we're questioning what we're doing, why we're doing it, and have 399,423,563,932 uncertainties running through our heads right now, your daddy and I love you very much. All the worries mentioned above and so many more have already grasped out lives. Daddy says I can't put you in a plastic bubble and there was a story on the internet this morning about some lady who got arrested for locking her kid in a closet so I guess I can't do that to protect you either.
Oh, and a warning--your daddy is already insisting that he doesn't like that boy you're going to want to date. That's going to be a tough one for him.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Squirmy girl!
Isla was very active last night during and after dinner. P got to feel her a couple of times! Love the look on his face when he feels her move!
Monday, October 12, 2009
Great weekend!
P and I went on a mini-babymoon in Branson this weekend. With his recertification exam coming up and the holidays, we weren't sure we'd have another chance to get away for a weekend before Isla comes. We stayed in a quiet little B&B that was actually individual cottages with private decks and hot tub. We got to town in time to do a little shopping and walking along the Landing. We turned the temp down on the hot-tub so it wasn't too hot for Isla and sat outside for awhile, then watched a DVD in our room. Actually P watched the DVD and I fell asleep. Saturday morning we went to breakfast at a diner where the wait staff sings while they serve. That was pretty impressive! Our waitress had a beautiful voice and singing didn't interrupt her pouring coffee and clearing plates. Then we met K, B, and the Hs at Silver Dollar City. P and B took the boys on a bunch of rides while K and I walked around talking. It was a gorgeous day and we all had a lot of fun. After we left the park, we all went to eat at a seafood buffet that had crab legs and lobster. Yum!! They went back to Bentonville Saturday night and P and I went back to our cottage. The hot-tub was turned up so I sat on the side dangling my legs while P was immersed. Then movie/sleep time again. Sunday morning was a lazy morning, then the drive home. My parents were here when we got back--a friend had given us a rocker for Isla's room and they picked it up for me. What a weekend!
Today was a holiday so I did a little shopping--I bought some gingham for curtains and some fleece to make a couple blankets--I'll work on those this weekend. I also went grocery shopping, did laundry, made lasagna, and took the dogs for a walk. Little rest today!
I've been having issues with my tummy getting sore when I walk very much so we bought a support belt when we got to Branson--I'd ordered one last weekend but it didn't in before we left. With the belt, I didn't have any trouble walking around all day Saturday. I didn't have it on good for our walk today but it wasn't long enough to bother me anyway. I have an appointment to start personal training in the water this week--hopefully that'll get me exercising more again. I haven't been on a scale for two weeks since my last doctor's appointment. I feel like I'm doing better with food, but I'm scared to see the scale!
More later--
Today was a holiday so I did a little shopping--I bought some gingham for curtains and some fleece to make a couple blankets--I'll work on those this weekend. I also went grocery shopping, did laundry, made lasagna, and took the dogs for a walk. Little rest today!
I've been having issues with my tummy getting sore when I walk very much so we bought a support belt when we got to Branson--I'd ordered one last weekend but it didn't in before we left. With the belt, I didn't have any trouble walking around all day Saturday. I didn't have it on good for our walk today but it wasn't long enough to bother me anyway. I have an appointment to start personal training in the water this week--hopefully that'll get me exercising more again. I haven't been on a scale for two weeks since my last doctor's appointment. I feel like I'm doing better with food, but I'm scared to see the scale!
More later--
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Projects...
P put the crib together today.
I added some stuff to our Toys R Us registry yesterday and while I was in the store I picked up some plain bibs to decorate. The pink one says Isla in different fonts. The green one says 'Lil Sweet, then has a picture of a pea (one of the docs P works with calls him Sweet P). One says if you're reading this, hand me to grandpa. One says Jesus loves me and so does Daddy.
The white bib has a picture of the US flag and the Puerto Rican flag and says Made in Puerto Rica with American parts. The yellow bib has the Puerto Rican flag on it and says Puerto Rican baby.
Here's the wall hanging I made last weekend.
And the Halloween t-shirt I made for me. I found the design online and stole it to make it myself. It took me much longer to make than it should have, but finally I realized I was reading the directions from the transfer paper for light colored fabrics and the directions for dark fabrics is significantly different.
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