Sunday, March 29, 2009

fourteen days

We had the doctor's appointment today that we've been waiting for and thinking about for several weeks now. We found out that, according to ultrasound measurements, our baby currently weighs 7 pounds 11 ounces. This being the case, the doctor wants to induce labor on April 14th, two weeks from today. It's all so surreal and somehow shocking even though he warned us 6 weeks ago that this was probably going to happen.

It's been several hours since the appointment, and I can't quite pin down how I feel about the whole thing. I'm definitely excited and surprised. The planner in me likes knowing. I like being able to schedule out everything for my job and make sure everything is ready at the house. I'm a little sad, though, that we may not have that classic it-could-happen-anytime experience where you're at home timing contractions and trying to decide whether or not to go to the hospital. I suppose she could still come before then, but the doctor says it's unlikely. For some reason, for a few weeks now I've felt like she was coming on Easter (April 12), so we'll see.

Alright, so in celebration of the news, I'm finally posting pictures of the nursery. I'm really proud of it. First up, the crib and the bedding:

Then the glorious curtain, made with love by Sandi and Hollye. The chair is a little dark in this picture, but it is velvety and wonderful.This is the dresser that I'm using as the changing table also. I made the circle art on the walls. We'll put her initials on the three middle pieces when we know what the initials are.
Close-ups of my handiwork:
And all those precious little clothes. I don't think I'll have to buy much else for her to wear for the first year of her life!
And finally, here I am, 36 weeks along.

We'll be seeing you, baby love, in just 2 short weeks.

Friday, March 20, 2009

what a (pregnant) girl wants

Yesterday was a complete bust, diet-wise. Not that I'm on a diet, but I try to eat somewhat balanced meals so that my baby turns out...well, balanced. (Nothing worse than an unbalanced baby. I mean, it's already hard enough for them to maintain equalibrium with those huge heads and weak neck muscles. They just tip over. See this random baby on youtube as proof:

So my complete menu yesterday consisted of pancakes for breakfast, chips and queso for lunch, a grilled cheese (made with Eggo's), and some cookies and green velvet cake. Yikes! I'm sort of a carb-fiend on a normal day (the people I work with call Baby H a pasta baby because of all the spaghetti I eat for lunch) but I have another reason for such carbocentricity (nice! I just made that one up!) yesterday. Ok, I promise to stop interrupting myself now with parenthetical comments. I'm feeling sorta spacey this morning...Spring Break will do that to you.

The night before this carb-fest I had a wonderful dream. I was sleeping so hard that Cory actually kicked me and I didn't even move. He claims it was accidental, but I have my doubts. Anyway, in this perfect dream, it was my birthday and all the people I love to be around were with me. We donned formal attire, and I was looking sparkly and fabulous in a flowing gold gown. We were just talking and laughing and having wine and chocolate. Then Cory takes me away from the party to give me a "very special gift." We drive a little ways out into the wilderness. When we are completely alone, he presents me with....(drama inducing pause) a huge bowl of mashed potatoes topped with bacon and chedder cheese! I get to eat this bowl of heaven as we commence a road trip to somewhere spectacular. (In case you were concerned, as I was, about me spilling the potatoes on my sparkly dress, my clothes had magically changed into something more practical and sporty. Because in dreams, you can do that.)

That was the most satisfying sleep I've had in a very long time. And with dreams about potatoes, my day was doomed (or destined!) to be carbolicious!

Thursday, March 05, 2009


This has been a surprisingly peaceful and enjoyable week. It's been busy, but it felt like more of a productive busy than a frantic one. I can't believe I am saying that about a week that included the TAKS test, but the baby keeps that in perspective. It's working out well because the fact that we're about to have a new life to care for keeps the stresses of work in perspective, and the tasks at my job help keep me from obsessing over the baby. It's quite a nice balance!

My grad school class let out early, so I had some time at home by myself for some baby book scrapbooking. Also, so far the class has been really energizing. Most of the people in there are not teachers yet, so they're still really excited and passionate and idealistic about what the classroom should look like. It's funny because I'm probably the youngest one in the class, but I'm usually the voice of "reason" (or the downer) because I'm thinking things like, "That's a really good idea, but it's not very practical." Or they'll wave their fists and assert that if teachers would just do xyz, then the classroom would be so much better. And I'm smirking to myself and thinking that that would be fine if we didn't already have a-w to do. But it's nice to be reminded of what it felt like before the actual pressures and issues of work and actual students weighed me down. It makes me remember that no matter how deceitful or obnoxious or rude they get, they're still just kids. Just ten-year-olds. And even the bathroom wall scribbler girl really just wants me to like her, and give her some attention. It's nice talking with these other college students about education. It reminds me of my purpose and makes me more compassionate. This week, it's made me a better teacher.

Another reason I think I've been so content this week (and I know it sounds shallow) but I've had all these new clothes to wear! A couple of weeks ago the girls and I all got together and swapped clothes that we had sitting in our closets. It was so much fun, and I got so many new-to-me outfits! People have been complimenting me all week, and that'll put a smile on any girl's face.

I'd say the final up-point of my week was that I didn't cry at child birth class! Yea! (grin) Last week the class started off rocky because of my tendency to be directionally challenged. Compound that with some "pregnesia" and you've got Cory and me showing up to our first child birth class an hour late, with me choking back tears. Fortunately, no one could see that my face was red and puffy because the lights were all off while they watched a movie. Unfortunately, the movie was half way over (and half-way through the stages of labor) so my first glimpse of child birth class was...well, let's just say not pretty. The tears came anew, as the voice in my head sobbed, "I don't want to do that!"
But this week, the shock had worn off a bit, we were on time, and the information seemed helpful and useful.
Ok, I'm done rambling. There's so much going on, and today I am content to be exactly where I am.