After measuring my life in weeks for months, I'm ready to start being one of those annoying people who measures their kid's life in months. As in the classic: "My kid is 24 months old." Do you mean, you have a two-year-old? Seriously though - I'm ready to stop being pregnant and start being a mom.
I found out that Dr. W is a politician - and a democrat. This guy just keeps getting better and better! I also had some patient-guilt because I didn't go back to my original doctor (remember, she went on maternity leave in the middle of my pregnancy). I found out that I am one of two patients who didn't go back to her - ugh, more guilt!
The baby is now the size of a watermelon - yicks. S/he is now able to flex their limbs, and his/her nails might extend past his fingertips. Gross. Fingernails? Baby, the time has come. You've moved on from developing vital organs to growing fingernails? Come on, a lot of people really want to meet you and I promise, your fingernails will grow the rest of your life. Am I really pleading with my unborn child, yes, yes I am.
For the past few hours I've had steady contractions, which could mean labor is just around the corner - or it's just another case of Braxton Hicks (faux contractions).
Last week Dan informed me that "Maybe I don't know what contractions feel like" while I was in the middle of complaining about my uncomfortableness. If we were in a cartoon - I would have turned fire-engine red and smoke would have shot out from my ears. I kindly informed him that I do "know what they feel like" and wanted to stab him for not having a uterus.
Now, I want to eat my words (what else is new...) because these contractions feel like something else and I should probably stop typing and start timing them!
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
On My Playlist: Mumford & Sons - The Cave
Actually, this isn't on my playlist - it's on repeat for 88.9 Radio Milwaukee. I heard this on my way into work today, and seeing as I've exceeded my 40 hours on Pandora for the month, I'm searching for other forms of music today. I've listened to a few of these videos today and I think I'm developing a crush on these guys (typical for me, about a year too late).
Monday, March 28, 2011
Check!
Books and emails - read.
Baby room - stocked up.
Baby clothes - washed and folded.
Birth plan - written.
Hospital bag - packed.
Call list - printed.
Meals prepared and frozen - ugh, guess I'll do that this week.
Dan - ready to stop taking care of his huge wife and start being a Dad.
Baby - any day now..
Baby room - stocked up.
Baby clothes - washed and folded.
Birth plan - written.
Hospital bag - packed.
Call list - printed.
Meals prepared and frozen - ugh, guess I'll do that this week.
Dan - ready to stop taking care of his huge wife and start being a Dad.
Baby - any day now..
Thursday, March 24, 2011
38 Weeks - Simple Joys.
Does anyone else think this is a never-ending winter? Just when you think 50 degree days are on the horizon, weird snowy-sleety weather comes in and smacks us across the face. This winter was especially lazy due to my lack of energy - and I'm ready to be done with winter and this pregnancy!
As we prepare for the baby, unknown expenses, and uncertainty with my job (as in when and where I'll be employed next) - we've been focusing on cutting back on unneeded expenses - for us that means dealing with our 80 lb TV from 1997, forgoing concerts and dinners out. Dan's business is also proving to be promising this year - which leads me to a shameless plug for his secondary Etsy business. If you are attending any weddings, graduations - or any events and are looking for a unique, personalized gift - check out his Etsy shop. The wine and shot glasses are awesome and never fail to please! And why not give a meaningful and cherished gift to the bride and groom in addition to something practical from their registry?
Anyways, as spring teasing us with her sunshine and promise of open-toed shoes - I've started to think of life's little pleasures - the things I can't wait to take advantage of soon - for little to no cost...
As we prepare for the baby, unknown expenses, and uncertainty with my job (as in when and where I'll be employed next) - we've been focusing on cutting back on unneeded expenses - for us that means dealing with our 80 lb TV from 1997, forgoing concerts and dinners out. Dan's business is also proving to be promising this year - which leads me to a shameless plug for his secondary Etsy business. If you are attending any weddings, graduations - or any events and are looking for a unique, personalized gift - check out his Etsy shop. The wine and shot glasses are awesome and never fail to please! And why not give a meaningful and cherished gift to the bride and groom in addition to something practical from their registry?
Anyways, as spring teasing us with her sunshine and promise of open-toed shoes - I've started to think of life's little pleasures - the things I can't wait to take advantage of soon - for little to no cost...
- Walks with Harper and the baby - after a winter of neglect due to to combination of ice, my lack of balance and energy I seriously cannot wait for long walks up to Lake Michigan and to Humboldt Park once again.
- Open windows and warm summer breeze.
- Grapefruit vodkas on the porch
- A stack of magazines and coffee on the porch
- Camping chair...on the porch
- Ok, just hanging out on the porch
- Ok, just coffee
- Grilling out
- Letting my hair air-dry
- Festivals and street fairs
- South Shore Farmer's Market!
- Brewer games - and tailgating
- Iced coffees from Svens
- Bikram yoga
- Any yoga
- Rummage sales
- Camping
- Baby showers
- Weddings!
- Chill on the Hill and Jazz in the Park
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
As Long As It's Healthy.
A few weeks ago, I found out that one of my best friends from college is also pregnant! I am thrilled for her and her husband and was selfishly super excited that our kids will be about six months apart. When I asked her what she was the most worried about, she said 1. Money and 2. Healthy baby. And I guess seven months later, I am definitely stressed about money (in terms of finding a job) - but the healthy baby thing I stopped worrying about (um, now I have labor to worry about...).
When we decided not to find out the sex of the baby, people would respond with: 1. Excitement (I received several high-fives from strangers...), surprised, awe. 2. Or, they would wonder "How are you going to register..." (um, like everyone else) and then say..."Well, as long as it's healthy!"
I always think, "and what if it's not..."
Ever since I found out about baby Atkinson, I've done my best to eat right, pseudo-exercise and take my vitamins - the rest is up to mother nature, God or whoever you're down with. But it's hard not to think of a multitude of things that can "go wrong" from physical challenges to social nightmares (what if he/she is one day on Intervention) - and after awhile you have to stop stressing and accept that whatever happens, will indeed happen. When my other girlfriend expressed her concerns over her 21 month old "never making friends at school" I realized that this "wake-you-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night-worry" is probably the start of the motherhood and these concerns never go away - no matter what the age. Today marks nine days until my due date - and whoever this little baby turns out to be - then, we'll deal with it.
When we decided not to find out the sex of the baby, people would respond with: 1. Excitement (I received several high-fives from strangers...), surprised, awe. 2. Or, they would wonder "How are you going to register..." (um, like everyone else) and then say..."Well, as long as it's healthy!"
I always think, "and what if it's not..."
Ever since I found out about baby Atkinson, I've done my best to eat right, pseudo-exercise and take my vitamins - the rest is up to mother nature, God or whoever you're down with. But it's hard not to think of a multitude of things that can "go wrong" from physical challenges to social nightmares (what if he/she is one day on Intervention) - and after awhile you have to stop stressing and accept that whatever happens, will indeed happen. When my other girlfriend expressed her concerns over her 21 month old "never making friends at school" I realized that this "wake-you-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night-worry" is probably the start of the motherhood and these concerns never go away - no matter what the age. Today marks nine days until my due date - and whoever this little baby turns out to be - then, we'll deal with it.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
37 Weeks - Pregnancy Photos
Last weekend, my friend's boyfriend offered to take pregnancy photos for Dan and I. Originally, I was going to have our wonderful wedding photographer take these photos - but with the job uncertainty, I wanted to save every last dollar we could. Vlad is just getting his feet wet in the photography world (these are his first pregnancy photos ever), but I think he has a fantastic eye and made us feel at ease during the shoot. Although I felt much more "human" five weeks ago, I'm glad he was able to capture this special time (even though I'm beyond bloated and crazy).
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Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Fit for an Infant
Three years ago, I would have never imagined that one of our bedrooms would become a nursery.
"The green room" has been home to our friend who needed a place to crash between college graduation and starting his first job, then it was Dan's office and since November, we've been transforming it into a baby-friendly room.
I have a slight obsession with looking at pretty, fancy things - gardens in Martha Stewart LIVING, shoes on Piperlime.com, you get it. As my wardrobe turned into elastic-waist everything, I shifted from paging through Anthropologie catalogs to searching baby sites and catalogs. I was drawn to bright, nature/owl-inspired items:
We started with this bright green color, touched up the trim and added all of the necessary "baby stuff." This room is hand-me-down central - but can you really tell? The crib, dresser, bedding, glider, bassinet, monitor, boppy (and so much more) were given or sold to us from friends and coworkers.
Everything "clicked" when I bought this bedding from my coworker in Alabama. Try finding a gender-neutral set that isn't out-of-this-world expensive and/or cheesy - it's not easy! Everything else just fell into place.
We rent - so the last thing I want to do when we move is paint. Chalk + artist-husband = chalk-tree.
I work for a home decor company and fell in love with these organizing buckets, clock, little lanterns and magnetic boards:
I think I've started to "nest." Throughout the day, I'll feel the need to just "be" in this room. Sometimes I'll refold little onesies or retie the bumpers or rearrange something - but most of the time, I just sit in the glider and think about how different our lives will be in less than an month.
"The green room" has been home to our friend who needed a place to crash between college graduation and starting his first job, then it was Dan's office and since November, we've been transforming it into a baby-friendly room.
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| Make way for the crib. |
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| Bye bye college-esk tapestry. |
I have a slight obsession with looking at pretty, fancy things - gardens in Martha Stewart LIVING, shoes on Piperlime.com, you get it. As my wardrobe turned into elastic-waist everything, I shifted from paging through Anthropologie catalogs to searching baby sites and catalogs. I was drawn to bright, nature/owl-inspired items:
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| From designsponge.com |
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| Chalk-tree idea from Serenaandlily.com |
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| Embracing the "bright" - from weedecor.com |
We started with this bright green color, touched up the trim and added all of the necessary "baby stuff." This room is hand-me-down central - but can you really tell? The crib, dresser, bedding, glider, bassinet, monitor, boppy (and so much more) were given or sold to us from friends and coworkers.
Everything "clicked" when I bought this bedding from my coworker in Alabama. Try finding a gender-neutral set that isn't out-of-this-world expensive and/or cheesy - it's not easy! Everything else just fell into place.
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| Love this bedding! |
We rent - so the last thing I want to do when we move is paint. Chalk + artist-husband = chalk-tree.
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| Work in progress. |
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| These handy cubes saved our lack of storage issues. |
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| Need to do a few touch-ups here - all and all - I love this room! |
I think I've started to "nest." Throughout the day, I'll feel the need to just "be" in this room. Sometimes I'll refold little onesies or retie the bumpers or rearrange something - but most of the time, I just sit in the glider and think about how different our lives will be in less than an month.
Friday, March 11, 2011
37 Weeks - Baby's Development
I read this today and thought about how at 38 weeks the baby is considered full term, but at 37 weeks he/she is still doing all of this:
Your baby has likely hit the six-pound mark by now, and her length is approximately twenty-one inches. The weight on your abdomen probably feels like twice that. Your baby is practicing her breathing, but she has increasingly less space to practice stretching and kicking. Your baby' intestines are also building up meconium, a greenish-black substance made of baby by-products such as dead cells, shed lanugo, and amniotic fluid. It'll become your little darling's first bowel movement, hopefully after she is out of the womb. Her body fat has increased to about eight percent. By birth, it'll be about fifteen percent. If your baby is a boy, his testes will have descended into his scrotum. While your baby could be born at any time, the longer she stays in, the more time she has to develop the connections in her brain in the pleasant peace and quiet of your womb. At this point, she can do all the things a newborn can, with the exception of breathing air and pooping in a diaper. Just as you're feeling stretched, your baby is being squeezed on all sides. Some of your antibodies are crossing the placenta, giving your baby's immune system some support for her first days in the world. If you breastfeed, you'll later be giving her immunities in your milk.
Your baby has likely hit the six-pound mark by now, and her length is approximately twenty-one inches. The weight on your abdomen probably feels like twice that. Your baby is practicing her breathing, but she has increasingly less space to practice stretching and kicking. Your baby' intestines are also building up meconium, a greenish-black substance made of baby by-products such as dead cells, shed lanugo, and amniotic fluid. It'll become your little darling's first bowel movement, hopefully after she is out of the womb. Her body fat has increased to about eight percent. By birth, it'll be about fifteen percent. If your baby is a boy, his testes will have descended into his scrotum. While your baby could be born at any time, the longer she stays in, the more time she has to develop the connections in her brain in the pleasant peace and quiet of your womb. At this point, she can do all the things a newborn can, with the exception of breathing air and pooping in a diaper. Just as you're feeling stretched, your baby is being squeezed on all sides. Some of your antibodies are crossing the placenta, giving your baby's immune system some support for her first days in the world. If you breastfeed, you'll later be giving her immunities in your milk.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Dust off your Apron: Grown-Up Grilled Cheese...and a Treat
Pregnancy definitely changed my palette. I can no longer tolerate spicy foods, greek yogurt or onions. I just prefer, simple, comfort foods for now - and the star of the pregnancy-menu has been the classic grilled cheese. As a good Wisconsin girl - I don't discriminate against cheese - but come on, nothing beats sharp cheddar on a hearty, grainy (and buttery) wheat. As winter wears on and the same-old go-to winter dishes wear thin, I'm stepping out of my grilled-cheese comfort zone and will give these puppies a whirl.
And, no surprise, my love for baked sweets has rapidly increased over the weeks. Last night, these chewy cookies hit the spot.
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| Gruyere, Apple and Sage on Rye |
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| Cheddar, Dijon Mustard, Bacon, Tomatoes, Avocado and Pepper on Sourdough |
And, no surprise, my love for baked sweets has rapidly increased over the weeks. Last night, these chewy cookies hit the spot.
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| Soft and Chewy Chocolate Chip Cookies - so good out of the oven. |
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
From Cute-Pregnant to "Oh Honey" Pregnant
Everyone warned me this would happen - bloggers said I'd get swollen, friends said I would start to get puffy - but did I fully prepare myself - of course not. I've been floating along, patting my belly and nodding graciously as people have so kindly remarked "You look great!" as I cruised through my fifth, sixth and seventh month. Now, I still look like a version of myself - but my rings no longer fit and I have debated going sockless to avoid the ever-sexy "ankle-sock-lines." Here's a little progression:
Don't get me wrong, I've made peace with my ever-changing and expanding body and think it's amazing what a woman's body does in order to prepare for pregnancy and labor - but why do my fingers need to expand nightly?
My doctor has been so sweet and assured me that I'm within the normal weight-gaining range and informed me that I'm not turning into a land-orca. At my 34 week check-up, while discussing my birth plan with Dr. W, he cut me off and said "Lindsay, mark my words, you are going to kick-ass during labor. You got this - I just know it." I was so caught off guard, I had to embarrassingly blink back tears (blame it on the pregnancy). I was having one of those days where 14 small things were going wrong - and those sweet words completely turned my outlook around and I practically skipped out of the waiting room.
Now, who knows if this is Dr. W's way of pumping up ladies into believing they can tackle labor - but I now have a weird sense of obligation - "Ok, you better do a good job or Dr. W will be super disappointed..." Whether he's speaking from the heart or blowing smoke up my ass - I now have a false-sense of confidence in my parenting and childbirth ability and skills. Man, I love this guy!
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| 31 Weeks - So fun! |
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| 33 Weeks |
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| 35 Weeks |
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| 36 Weeks |
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| 36 Weeks - those buttons are getting a little tight! |
Don't get me wrong, I've made peace with my ever-changing and expanding body and think it's amazing what a woman's body does in order to prepare for pregnancy and labor - but why do my fingers need to expand nightly?
My doctor has been so sweet and assured me that I'm within the normal weight-gaining range and informed me that I'm not turning into a land-orca. At my 34 week check-up, while discussing my birth plan with Dr. W, he cut me off and said "Lindsay, mark my words, you are going to kick-ass during labor. You got this - I just know it." I was so caught off guard, I had to embarrassingly blink back tears (blame it on the pregnancy). I was having one of those days where 14 small things were going wrong - and those sweet words completely turned my outlook around and I practically skipped out of the waiting room.
Now, who knows if this is Dr. W's way of pumping up ladies into believing they can tackle labor - but I now have a weird sense of obligation - "Ok, you better do a good job or Dr. W will be super disappointed..." Whether he's speaking from the heart or blowing smoke up my ass - I now have a false-sense of confidence in my parenting and childbirth ability and skills. Man, I love this guy!
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
36 Weeks - From good to bad in 5 seconds flat.
This week marked Dan's 30th birthday. I love me a good ol' birthday celebration. When else are you allowed to celebrate yourself past high school graduation? Dan could care less about birthdays or age - but against his wishes, we planned something and I think he ended up having more fun than he thought he would. After a good fish fry (tis the beer-battered-cod-and-rye-bread season!) he ended up meeting up with some of his friends downtown to play old school video games and drink until bar time - I was in bed by 11.
Saturday we stayed in our jammies all day and had friends over for lunch - which turned into a Starbucks run - which turned into dinner - which turned into laying around until 9 p.m. eating Twizzlers. It felt so good to do nothing!
Sunday was my shower with Dan's family and my dad's family. Every shower has proven to be so special and so fun - I truly am fortunate to have such an amazing supportive family and friends. My step-sisters-in-law and aunt threw a Dr. Seuss-themed event with amazing brunch dishes. I cried a bit too hard when Dan's mom gave me a hand-made blanket that Dan's great-grandma knit for her a good 30 years ago - it was too sweet.
As my ankles swell and my patience wears thin - I'm getting more and more over this whole pregnancy experience. I try to remind myself to cherish these last few weeks with the baby and not complain because so many women have to deal with so much more than tiredness and swelling - but the other 60% of the time, I'm a hot mess. I'm over the daily emails reminding me to address my birth announcements now, I'm over the annoying comments relating to tiredness "You think you're tired now - just WAIT until the baby comes." I'm so over the comments relating to breastfeeding "You know, my sister's-friend's-cousin wanted to breastfeed too - but, she just couldn't." Sorry for your sister's-friend-cousin, but I'd like to try first, ok? When anything from the list above happens or a rude cashier at Babies R Us ignores me - I go from "zero to sixty" in about five seconds flat. And I fear for anyone in my path. The worst part? People are so nice to pregnant women! They smile at you, offer their shopping carts to you, hold open the door for you - and I can barely muster up enough energy to smile and thank them because I'm dreaming of my bed, a grilled cheese - or both.
For us, not finding out the sex of the baby is one of the best things we did during this pregnancy. I completely understand that this is not for everyone - but for us this was the best choice. Not only do we have gender-neutral everything (perfect if we have a second child) - but the promise of finding out the gender in less than a month, mentally gets me through the day. Only 25 days until we know if "It's a girl!" or "It's a boy!" With me taking so much of the "pregnancy thunder" - I can't wait for Dan to announce this everyone in the waiting room (in my mind, labor will be just like Father of the Bride Part Two). I can't wait to see what s/he looks like - come on red hair! In short, I can't wait to meet this little person who will ultimately change our lives - for the better - forever.
Saturday we stayed in our jammies all day and had friends over for lunch - which turned into a Starbucks run - which turned into dinner - which turned into laying around until 9 p.m. eating Twizzlers. It felt so good to do nothing!
Sunday was my shower with Dan's family and my dad's family. Every shower has proven to be so special and so fun - I truly am fortunate to have such an amazing supportive family and friends. My step-sisters-in-law and aunt threw a Dr. Seuss-themed event with amazing brunch dishes. I cried a bit too hard when Dan's mom gave me a hand-made blanket that Dan's great-grandma knit for her a good 30 years ago - it was too sweet.
As my ankles swell and my patience wears thin - I'm getting more and more over this whole pregnancy experience. I try to remind myself to cherish these last few weeks with the baby and not complain because so many women have to deal with so much more than tiredness and swelling - but the other 60% of the time, I'm a hot mess. I'm over the daily emails reminding me to address my birth announcements now, I'm over the annoying comments relating to tiredness "You think you're tired now - just WAIT until the baby comes." I'm so over the comments relating to breastfeeding "You know, my sister's-friend's-cousin wanted to breastfeed too - but, she just couldn't." Sorry for your sister's-friend-cousin, but I'd like to try first, ok? When anything from the list above happens or a rude cashier at Babies R Us ignores me - I go from "zero to sixty" in about five seconds flat. And I fear for anyone in my path. The worst part? People are so nice to pregnant women! They smile at you, offer their shopping carts to you, hold open the door for you - and I can barely muster up enough energy to smile and thank them because I'm dreaming of my bed, a grilled cheese - or both.
For us, not finding out the sex of the baby is one of the best things we did during this pregnancy. I completely understand that this is not for everyone - but for us this was the best choice. Not only do we have gender-neutral everything (perfect if we have a second child) - but the promise of finding out the gender in less than a month, mentally gets me through the day. Only 25 days until we know if "It's a girl!" or "It's a boy!" With me taking so much of the "pregnancy thunder" - I can't wait for Dan to announce this everyone in the waiting room (in my mind, labor will be just like Father of the Bride Part Two). I can't wait to see what s/he looks like - come on red hair! In short, I can't wait to meet this little person who will ultimately change our lives - for the better - forever.
A Break from Waiting.
March is all about waiting - waiting for the winter to thaw, waiting (and working) for the next career opportunity and best yet - waiting for the arrival of new baby. As the dreary days creep along, I'm looking for a little something to cheer me up - booze, tanning and long, expensive dinners are out. So I've been back on caffeine and racked up hours of quality time with friends and family (I guess they'll do for now...). Also, as dead-tired as I am after work, I am forcing myself to at least go to the gym a few times this week - to help aid in the swelling and nightly battles with uncomfortableness.
I was cleaning out my work inbox and found this little gem from one of my friends. I normally don't like these cheesy-forward-things - but this must have struck a cord with me in January when she sent it - and it resonated with me today. I edited this down to a reasonable list and hope this give you what it gave me today - a much needed mental boost. Cheers (with a half-decaf coffee)!
I was cleaning out my work inbox and found this little gem from one of my friends. I normally don't like these cheesy-forward-things - but this must have struck a cord with me in January when she sent it - and it resonated with me today. I edited this down to a reasonable list and hope this give you what it gave me today - a much needed mental boost. Cheers (with a half-decaf coffee)!
1. Drink plenty of water.
2. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.
3. Live with the 3 E's - Energy, Enthusiasm and Empathy.
4. Make time to reflect.
5. Read more books than you did in 2010.
6. Sleep!
7. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
8. Invest your energy in the present moment.
9. Keep your limits.
10. Don't take yourself so seriously.
11. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.
12. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present.
13. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.
14. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn.
15. Smile and laugh!
16. Call your family often.
17. What other people think of you is none of your business.
18. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.
19. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.
20. The best is yet to come.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
On My Playlist: Amos Lee
I love Amos Lee. We get it, I love a folk-singer with a guitar and the ability to play with or without a band (Mason, Dave, Jack, Amos, etc). His show last year at Turner Hall was amazing and this year, he's coming to the Riverside one week before my due date - and I'm tempted to buy tickets and risk it!
I Can't Wait To Have...
- Sushi
- A vodka grapefruit
- A cold turkey sub
- Kambucha tea
- Coffee
- Pants with a zipper
- Unpuffy fingers and toes
- My rings ON!
- More coffee and more vodka grapefruits.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
35 Weeks
I've been taking the advice of everyone and started to take it easy this week. I enjoyed a relaxing weekend of as close to nothing as I'm comfortable with. The highlight? Catching up with two of my good friends over coffee (or over apple cider and chai tea lattes...) - it's so nice to have non-moms in my circle of friends - and we're able to discuss something besides pregnancy and motherhood. I felt more like a person this weekend than "pregnant."
Prenatal yoga has been incredibly beneficial for my mind and my body - it feels so nice to concentrate on myself and my baby at the same time. Bonus, the studio space overlooks the frozen river - it's so beautiful and calming!
This week, Dan and I met with our pediatrician - and I fell in doctor-love (ok, like) again. First she's super German (for some reason I really like that), her office had an appropriate amount of children artwork on display - enough to say "I'm friendly" but not too much to say "I love kids SO MUCH!" I also like that she was slightly judgmental of my decision to give birth at the hospital (vs. a home or birth-center birth) - she openly shared her opinions on vaccines and circumcision - then gave us recommended readings and was super flexible about nearly everything. Also, we can walk to her office (and it's between my favorite Starbucks and a really good local coffee shop...).
Something clicked last week and I went from being "good/fine/great" with my pregnancy to "over/done/uncomfortable." I'm fine during the day, but at night it's a different story. Even the thought of sitting on my couch makes me uncomfortable - so I pretty much head off to bed around 8 p.m. every night to battle with pillows, side-laying and baby kicking. Right now, five more weeks of this sounds like an eternity...
Produce Update!
Baby Atkinson is now the size of a honeydew (mmmmm, honeydew....). From now on, baby's growth is mostly in the plumping up department (about five pounds now, 18 inches long) - (s)he'll put on a pound or more of baby fat before birth. Baby's hearing is totally developed (loves the Bob Marley).
Prenatal yoga has been incredibly beneficial for my mind and my body - it feels so nice to concentrate on myself and my baby at the same time. Bonus, the studio space overlooks the frozen river - it's so beautiful and calming!
This week, Dan and I met with our pediatrician - and I fell in doctor-love (ok, like) again. First she's super German (for some reason I really like that), her office had an appropriate amount of children artwork on display - enough to say "I'm friendly" but not too much to say "I love kids SO MUCH!" I also like that she was slightly judgmental of my decision to give birth at the hospital (vs. a home or birth-center birth) - she openly shared her opinions on vaccines and circumcision - then gave us recommended readings and was super flexible about nearly everything. Also, we can walk to her office (and it's between my favorite Starbucks and a really good local coffee shop...).
Something clicked last week and I went from being "good/fine/great" with my pregnancy to "over/done/uncomfortable." I'm fine during the day, but at night it's a different story. Even the thought of sitting on my couch makes me uncomfortable - so I pretty much head off to bed around 8 p.m. every night to battle with pillows, side-laying and baby kicking. Right now, five more weeks of this sounds like an eternity...
Produce Update!
Baby Atkinson is now the size of a honeydew (mmmmm, honeydew....). From now on, baby's growth is mostly in the plumping up department (about five pounds now, 18 inches long) - (s)he'll put on a pound or more of baby fat before birth. Baby's hearing is totally developed (loves the Bob Marley).
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