The Third Trimester Life


Have you seen those memes that say something to the affect of “When you’re pregnant, shaving your legs is an Olympic Sport”?  I always thought that meme was funny.  Maybe even clever.

But now that I’m three and a half weeks from my due date, I’m not finding it so humorous.  😉  Forget shaving…  I can barely handle putting on my pants.  Between  Kaitlyn practicing future ballet moves and digging her chubby toes into my ribcage, the sciatica that’s sending intense pain down my lower back and legs, the exhaustion and breathlessness of anemia, and the ginormous belly?  I can’t bend or get comfortable or walk.  I’m at the point that I have to sit down to just put on my makeup, because I don’t have the energy to stand.  I have to sit down to prepare dinner.  I have to sit down to put on my shoes.

I even have to sit down to eat chocolate if I want to enjoy it!


I do have this really awesome, penguin waddle going on though.  It’s totally sexy.  I feel like a confident, watermelon-toting Victoria’s Secret model marching down the runway.  Nate seriously can’t take his eyes off me…  (Although I have my suspicions that he’s sympathetically grimacing in pain while he watches me hobble by.  My belly looks as heavy as it feels these days.  I’ve officially passed the cute stage…  left behind the watermelon smuggler phase…  and now I’m entering blimp territory).   

I don’t even know how it’s possible that the 9 months aren’t up yet.  This third trimester really has been never-ending.

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However, during this time, I’ve also mastered the art of kicking things into the air and catching them, which is quite impressive.  Bending down to pick things up is SO two months ago.  Even Brady is in awe of my mad reflexes.  I’m thinking of submitting a tape of myself and applying for America Ninja Warrior.  (I’ll bet being a mom has prepared me for most of the obstacles.  As for the warped wall, all they need to do is put a cup of iced coffee at the top, and – let me tell you – I’d make it up there in record speed.  Not even sure if my sneakers would need to touch the ground to get me up there…).

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In all seriousness though, this pregnancy has been completely different than my pregnancy with Brady.  I was so energized and active during that third trimester.   Of course, in between the energized activity, I did have time to nap and rest.  That doesn’t happen these days…  This time around, things have been much harder, because I’m constantly chasing after an ever-energetic little tyke.  (I feel like I’m even chasing him during the moments that I’m sitting down to pee.  I don’t know how that’s humanly possible, but – trust me – I do it.  Bathroom breaks are seriously no longer breaks…  It’s like trying to relieve yourself while being locked in a restroom with a wild monkey).  

Thanks to the added exhaustion and physical exertion, my body doesn’t seem to want to cooperate, resulting in more uncomfortable and painful pregnancy symptoms than last time.  And most times, my strong-willed toddler cooperates just as well.  😉   His favorite words right now are “in five minutes, Mama” or “no thanks.”


The more I reply with “No, Mama, needs you to listen now,” the more he seems to retreat into his little toddler world of Mickey Mouse, icecream, bubbles, and puppies.  Seriously, men get a bad rap for selective hearing, but toddlers have turned that into an art.  They really do live in their own little world!  I say “green beans,” and he hears “icecream”.  I say “time to change your bum,” and he hears “time to dump out all the blocks and play.”  I say “time to put your coat on,” and he hears “let’s dance”.


It’s a good thing that he’s cute, lovable, absolutely hilarious, and my entire world.  Because he’d be in trouble otherwise.  But, you know, despite the insanity, I just can’t imagine my long, exhausting days without him!  And he really is SUCH a good little boy.  He’s just, well, a toddler.  We’ve all had to go through that stage and drive our mothers a little crazy.  It’s like a requirement for growing up…

But yes, three and a half weeks.  That’s it.  That’s all that’s standing between me and meeting my precious baby girl.  And then, this will ALL be worth it… right down to the hairy legs, swollen feet, and out-of-control hormones.

For now, I’m going to do my best to see the humor.  To focus on our beautiful prize.  To be the best preggo mom that I can possibly be.  And to practice that sexy penguin waddle.  After putting in all this effort to learn it, I don’t want to forget how to do it just because I’m not pregnant anymore!  😉

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Pregnancy is SUCH a blessing…  but it’s also a tough – often uncomfortable – journey.  Do you have a funny pregnancy story to share?



Return of the Preggo Brain


Pregnancy brain is absolutely no joke….

To be honest, when I was pregnant with Brady, it terrified me.  From leaving my camera on top of my car and driving away, to holding a toothbrush in my hand and forgetting why I was in the bathroom, to driving on the highway and forgetting my destination, to burning one too many meals…   I was convinced that there was no way all this was caused by the innocent little baby growing inside my body.  There was something seriously wrong with my brain!

It was pretty intense at times.  But then I had Brady, and it all went away.  Sure, it was replaced with the occasional absentmindedness thanks to exhaustion.  But it wasn’t nearly as bad.

Now that I’m pregnant with our second child, I can feel pregnancy brain creeping back into my life.  Only this time, it’s a more lethal dose of pregnancy brain mixed with mommy brain.  Oh heaven help us…  This is going to be a fun ride.

There I was, whipping together a nutritious dinner on time.  I cut a butternut squash in half, threw it into the oven for 45 minutes, and then prepped a chicken for the crockpot and potatoes for boiling.  I was supermom.  One hour later, the chicken and potatoes are cooking away and nearly done.  Suddenly I’m thinking, “Oh, wait, but what will I serve for a vegetable?  We need a vegetable!  Every meal needs a vegetable!”

Oh, thank goodness, there are peas in the freezer.  I pour the peas into a pot, add water, and set them on the stove to boil.  Sniff, sniff.  What in the world is burning?

I open the oven in shock.  Wait, seriously?!?  How could I have forgotten that I’d already prepped and set a vegetable to cook?  And how did I not smell the now-blackened, coal-encrusted veggie sooner?

(See what I mean about terrifying loss of brain function?  Like I said, it’s NO joke!).

And just this afternoon, I started the car to warm it up before I took Brady to my Pepere’s house for a visit.  Only Brady suddenly acted super constipated and in pain, so I found myself rubbing a toddler’s belly…  and giving a toddler a warm bath… and feeding a toddler prunes… and changing a toddler’s diaper.

An hour later, we were finally ready to leave the house.

An HOUR later!  You guys, my car was running in the driveway the entire time, and I had completely forgotten about it!


It’s a good thing that money grows on trees, gasoline pours out of the faucet in our backyard, and I like to pollute the planet…

I still haven’t been able to bring myself to tell Nate.  I kind of feel as though I should start off the short – but not so sweet – story with, “Just remember that you did this to me…”  After all, guys get the fun part, and then we wives are left to face the penalty of pregnancy-brain mishaps.  Shouldn’t our husbands also be partly to blame as well, since they’re the ones who technically got the pregnancy brain rolling?

It kind of only seems fair.

Since I’m on a role, Nate is also responsible for finishing off the last bit of icecream in the freezer.  Really, he should start eating more veggies at night before bed instead.  It’s better for the baby.

Oh pregnancy brain.  I have it BAD.  It has so far costed us a butternut squash, an hour’s worth of gas, and… Hmmm, I totally forgot the last thing.  *sheepish grin*

But hey, Brady was worth every moment.  And Spring Baby will be worth it too!

So for now, I’m going to hang on for dear life and hope I don’t burn the house down.  🙂

A ‘Glass Half Full’ Kind of Life


I don’t like to think of entire days as being bad…  Generally, a less-than-desirable morning will slowly blossom into an afternoon that is – in the very least – tolerable.  One’s attitude towards turning sour lemons into a refreshing beverage and seeing a glass half full really does work wonders.

And humor.  What would we do without the ability to laugh at spilled milk?  (Well, unless you’re a breastfeeding mom who has just knocked over freshly pumped breastmilk…  If that is the case, then you are excused.  Cry all you want to.  You’ve earned it).

I’d like to think that having a positive attitude sprinkled with a healthy dose of humor comes naturally to me.  But I have those days same as everyone else.  Last week, Dunkin Donuts got it right when they wrote ‘PMS’ on my Peppermint Mocha Swirl coffee.  Let’s face it.  I was having one of those days, and I was PMS’ing big time.

I’m talking about Pregnancy Mom Syndrome, obviously.  And it’s no joke.  When it strikes on one of those days, it’s kind of a lot to handle.

I did my best to hold onto the hope that things would turn around by noon, but then I whipped together macaroni chili for lunch.  If you’re trying to turn around a chaotic, feeling-sorry-for-yourself kind of morning, you probably shouldn’t serve pasta smothered with tomato sauce to your toddler.

(Google, how do I get tomato sauce out of my favorite sweater)?

Those kinds of dishes are best reserved for my-cup-is-runneth-over-with-patience type afternoons.  Not the oops-I-severely-burnt-the-butternut-squash type afternoons.

Bye, bye squash.  You would have been lovely.

Not locking myself out of the house would have been lovely too.  And I could have handled finding all my laundry folded and put away.   Not that I’m being greedy…

The crayon scribbles on the wall?  That was just another typical day in mommy-town.  I was actually pretty calm about that.

Anyway, I’ve found that once you let yourself go there – to the place where you’re focused solely on the bad – you let your mind wander.  And now you’re worrying and stressing and complaining about the things that haven’t even happened yet.  You bring finances, and upcoming home repairs, and personal struggles to the party.

You wonder “what if things were different” and “what if I had more”?  What if things were better?

I did let myself ‘go there’ for awhile.

But one of the best things about this upcoming holiday is the constant reminder to be thankful.  To appreciate what one has.  To focus on the good.

We (okay… I) so often take our blessings for granted.  I mean, sure, I complain about laundry just as much as the next mom.  But I have a laundry machine and a drier.  My great grandmother had to do it all by hand.  Can you imagine?  Can you imagine washing all your clothes by hand in some cold river, while you’re pregnant and watching your children?

(Yeah, you’re right…  I don’t even want to try imagining that either).

But let’s take a moment to also appreciate the fact that we have warm clothes to wash.   Do you know how many moms in this world wished they had warm clothes for their babies to wash?  And houses with roofs over their heads, along with heat, carpet, and plenty of blankets?

I have all that.  I find it easy sometimes to fall into the we need bigger, better, nicer, and fancier trap.  But compared to so many, we are rich.  We really are.

I have an amazing husband and a beautiful boy.  We have vehicles for transportation that bring us to jobs, healthcare, and distant family.  We have the freedom to worship God, friends to make memories with, and a sense of safety every night we slip into our comfortable beds.

Life can feel half full sometimes.  But it’s amazing just how many blessings and incredible things can be filled into that ‘half full’ glass.  🙂

We really are blessed.  SO blessed!

What are YOU thankful for this Thanksgiving?  


Preggo Journal – Week 14


Anyone else tired of election day craziness?  Let’s change the subject and talk about babies!  🙂


How far along:     14 weeks.  I’ve officially reached the second trimester, also known as the honeymoon stage of pregnancy.  I’m SO looking forward to getting over this nausea and to maybe even feel a bit more energetic.  Bring it on!!

How big is baby:  This week, Spring Baby is the size of my fist.

 Total weight gain:   Three pounds so far…. many more pounds to go.  Ha, ha!

 Gender:  The anatomy scan is scheduled for three days before Christmas!!!  That’s going to be the BEST Christmas gift ever!  🙂

Name:  We’re throwing around a few ideas, but we haven’t settled on anything that we love yet.  Last time, Brady’s name just came to us, and it fits him perfectly.  I’m guessing the same will hold true this time around.

 Maternity clothes:   Not yet.  I did go up a size in my jeans, because my stomach is bloated ALL the time.  Ha, ha.  My belly is popping a bit, I think; but I can’t tell what’s baby and what’s too much pizza.  😉  Thankfully, flowy tops are in style, so I’ve been wearing loose tank tops and T’s with cardigans most of the time.

 Sleep:   INSOMNIA!!  I didn’t have insomnia during my last pregnancy until the third trimester, but it started early for me this time around.  If I wake up at any point during the night, it usually takes me over an hour to fall back asleep.  Sometimes, I’ll lie awake for hours.    It’s no fun…

 Best moment of this week:   My ultrasound on Monday held nothing but good news, which was such an answer to prayer.  (I hadn’t realized that I was nervous until I was told that the baby is growing as it should and that the heartbeat is strong.  I was SO relieved). The technician caught this beautiful picture of Spring Baby sucking his or her thumb.  (You guys, I’m in love already with this itty-bitty baby)!

Awkward moment this week:  I actually didn’t have one, thank goodness!

Purchases: No baby purchases yet…  I think I’m going to wait until we find out the gender.  If it’s a boy, I’ll already have most of the things I need.  My bestie Liz did give me a Motherhood Maternity winter coat though, which is going to save me from having to make a $50-$150 purchase!  And my bestie Ashley informed me that she’s buying me the baby carrier I wanted.  So those are two things that I was able to check off my to-buy list this week… without having to spend any money!  (Yeah, my friends are pretty awesome).

Miss anything:  I miss being a foodie.  Ha, ha!  I know in my head that I should enjoy more things than I do, but the aversions are just way too strong.  Hopefully that’ll end soon!  It’s tough eating well, when I’m disgusted by so many meats and veggies.

Movement:  Nothing yet.

Exercise:  I’ve been taking tiny walks around the neighborhood with Brady pretty faithfully.  As I begin to feel better and can handle longer walks, I hope the weather cooperates.  I also chase after my toddler all day long, and we do a lot of dancing throughout the day (which is one of Brady’s favorite activities).  So I stay pretty active.

 Food cravings:   Hotdogs.  *sheepish grin*  I’ve been repulsed by meat for weeks now, but – the other day – I found myself craving a hotdog topped with a TON of mustard and relish.  I found these Applegate, no-nitrate hotdogs at the store and made sure I cooked them thoroughly.  It was sooooo good!

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Anything making you queasy or sick:     Breathing.  LOL!  I’m still pretty queasy most of the time, but I do think it’s starting to get a little better.

Symptoms:  Nauseousness.  Insomnia.  Nose bleeds.  Food aversions.  Exhaustion.  Shortness of breath.  Indigestion.  Bloating.  Pretty much every pregnancy symptom in the book.  🙂

 Have you started to show yet:  A little bit, I think.  But like I said, I’m soooo painfully bloated that it’s hard for me to really figure out what’s actually the baby belly and what’s gas / water retention.  (Is this TMI?  Yeahhhh, probably…).

Final thought:  God bless the USA!!!

Preggo Grumpies


I’m not sure if I’ve declared this yet on my blog, but – just in case I haven’t – here it is.  I have officially entered the I’m-really-uncomfortable stage of this pregnancy.  Some may wonder at all of the positivity displayed in my previous preggo posts and wonder if I was being honest.  I have been, I promise!  Being pregnant, even with its expected discomforts, has been easier (and even more enjoyable) than I thought it would be.  But that being said, I am now 39 weeks pregnant.  So, yeah, as of this past week, I’ve felt better.

And I’ve honestly come down with a small case of the Preggo Grumpies.

My belly is uncomfortably large and heavy, and I’m left wondering why no one has yet invented the belly bra.  (Oh, wait, scratch that…  I just Googled it, and apparently it already exists.  Who knew…).  Anyway, there are plenty of other things to complain about… You know, if I felt like complaining.  😉


These days, bending over to reach something off of the floor is close-to-impossible and often painful, so I tend to kick such items into a neat pile and then wait for Nate to come around to pick them up for me.  Nate saw this claw-like contraption at Target and wanted to get it for me, but I told him that would be a waste of money since I’m due so soon.  (Besides, a pregnant woman needs some perks, even if it’s the excuse to be lazy and to not pick up dropped items from the floor.  Hey, I’ll take what I can get!).


The Braxton Hicks contractions are getting stronger and more frequent (usually at least two an hour, in addition to the menstrual-like-cramping that is almost non-stop), and they make it difficult for me to really get comfortable.  I heard that moving around a bit can help to ease them up a bit, so I’ve been baking a lot.  (I’m pretty sure that baking counts as a workout, at least when you’re pregnant).  The only problem with that is that pregnancy brain doesn’t always help the end result, and – for the time being – I’ve definitely lost my touch in the kitchen.

The other day, after a particularly rough morning of Braxton Hicks contractions, I decided to bake a homemade bread… and I didn’t realize that my yeast was expired until an hour into the rising period (when I noticed that the yeast hadn’t risen an inch).  I was really disappointed and instantly in a bad mood.  I mean, not only had I wasted an hour and a half of my day and dirtied a bunch of dishes, but I also no longer had thick slices of buttered, warm bread to look forward to.  In pregnancy terms, that equals devastation.  I mean, you don’t mess with a pregnant women’s cravings.  You just don’t…

Not realizing how upset I was, Nate tried to cheer me up and teased, “What’s the matter?  Did the yeast not rise to your expectations?”

I stormed away dramatically.

Oh, pregnancy hormones.  They have hit me at full force this week as well.  Seriously, they have no conscience and therefore no qualms about hitting a girl when she’s down.  One minute I feel like sobbing… and then the next minute, I want to punch something.  Sometimes this is due to rapid mood changes.  Sometimes this is only because I’m forced to pick one or the other, since I don’t have enough breath these days to punch something while also sobbing.

I don’t want to give the impression that I’m miserable, because that would be a major stretch of the truth.  I’m not miserable by any means!  But to say that I’m uncomfortable, ready to meet my baby, and more than ready to no longer have a watermelon strapped to my belly would definitely be accurate.  And really, I didn’t do too badly, considering that I’m just now at this point, and I’m only one day away from my due date!

Honestly, I think that my sudden case of the grouchies is mostly thanks to not knowing when the official, labor contractions will start.  I’ve been so patient all along, but now – with the end in sight – I’ve suddenly realized that -wow – I really am glad that this chapter is just about finished.  I’ve suddenly realized that I am tired, uncomfortable, and – mostly – just really eager to meet my little guy.  But I don’t know if I have one day left to wait… or a week.  And that messes with a girl’s head after awhile!  The last week or so of pregnancy is definitely tough, if only because the end is in sight.  The end is so close… yet still feels so far away.

Of course, once a pregnant woman reaches this point, she is more than ready for labor to start.  I’m really not worried about it at all, because I’m just ready!  So maybe God knew that – by this point – being uncomfortable (and maybe even coming down with a case of the grumpies) was just what a woman needed to mentally prepare for labor.  😉

Bring on the pain!  I just want to have this baby!

Hmmmmm, I wonder if – when my doctor asks for labor symptoms at this week’s appointment – I should tell her that I’ve officially come down with a case of the Preggo Grumpies.  That has to mean I’m officially close, whether or not I’m dilated!  Right??  🙂


Let’s Get it Started in Here


As I got ready for this week’s ultrasound and non-stress test (to keep an eye on my amniotic fluid levels since I had too much last week), I found myself wondering if maybe – just maybe – I wouldn’t pass the test and therefore maybe I’d be induced.  (Between you and me, I’ve been against induction for my entire pregnancy, because I’ve heard that the contractions can be more intense due to the medication used to induce labor).  At this point in the game, however, I’m more than ready to ‘get this party started’, no matter what the doctor suggests.  Being pregnant actually was a much better experience than I could have imagined, but I’m now ready to meet my baby… and to be able to touch my toes again.  😉

It’s amazing how one takes touching their toes for granted until they can no longer do it!

Now the doctor has never mentioned induction to me; but – still – as I did my makeup, I wondered if maybe this was woman’s intuition telling me to bring my hospital bag with me to the hospital.  Just in case!  And even if I was wrong, there was no harm in being prepared!  Better to have my hospital bags and to not need them, then to need them and have to go without.

I casually mentioned to Nate that we should probably bring the bags with us, just to be prepared, since we’d be driving the 20 minutes to the hospital.  I didn’t want to make him nervous or too excited, so I didn’t mention why.  Apparently, however, he had already come to the same conclusion, as the bags were already stashed in the Jeep.

On the drive to the hospital, he took my hand and said, “I’m so excited… and I’m proud of you, Babe!  Are you nervous?”

Nervous for an ultrasound and a painless, non-invasive stress-test?  No, not at all.  So I shook my head ‘no’, although I now knew that he was thinking the same thing as me.  Maybe today would be the day!

The ultrasound lasted an hour, and – as always – wasn’t painful.  BUT it was really uncomfortable for me.  Every so often, Brady would stretch out his little legs, pushing against my rib cage and straining my abdomen muscles against the wire in my bra, making it feel as though I was about to pull a muscle…or crack a rib.  😉   Whenever I felt my muscles tense up like that, I’d try to adjust my posture to find a bit of relief, figuring that the way I was lying on the table was probably tensing my muscles.

I was a little disappointed to learn that my amniotic fluid levels were up even more, since they had already been too high before.  But I was relieved to learn that Brady is still doing well.  That’s all that ultimately matters!

Upstairs in Labor and Delivery, I was hooked up for the non-stress test. Again, I could feel the sudden tensing in my upper abdomen, near my rib cage, and the tightness around my bra strap increased.

“This bra is going to be the death of me,” I muttered to Nate, pulling up my bra a bit so that it didn’t strain so tightly.

Just then, the nurse came back in and asked, “Did you realize that you’re having contractions?”

Wait, what?!?  All this time, I had thought the tensing was just baby Brady stretching out against my ribs, when it was actually my body contracting!  This type of contraction was different than the other Braxton Hicks contractions I had experienced, which were more like light cramping.  Now that I knew it was a contraction, it made sense to me, as I really could feel the tightening muscles!  When I told the nurse that I had thought that my bra was just too tight, her eyes widened and then she just started to laugh.  At first, I felt kind of stupid.  But then, images of me going into labor and popping off my bra thanks to a really strong contraction came into my mind, and I started to giggle too.

Now that would be a story to tell one day!  😉

The test lasted about an hour, and I had several light contractions during the course of it.  One of the last contractions was particularly strong (although not painful), so I told Nate that they did seem to be getting a bit more powerful.

“Are you timing them?” Nate asked, sitting up straight, the TV forgotten.  “Is anyone timing them?”

His concern was really sweet, but I quickly assured him that they were hardly five minutes apart or a minute long.  These types of contractions can go on for days before labor!

Another nurse walked in then as if sensing my husband’s concern and said, “You are free to go home now!”

My blood pressure was elevated, but not so severely that they were overly concerned.  But still, it was the first time in my pregnancy that it was actually high.  😦  But again, Brady wasn’t showing any signs of distress, so it was okay for us to go home.

Now that I knew what the light contractions felt like, however, I was more aware of them.  And I realized that I was getting them quite frequently throughout the rest of the day.  So even if it’s not quite ready yet (and even if Nate and I needlessly brought along hospital bags to my appointment), my body is definitely preparing for D-Day… which will be SOON!

I’m really looking forward to tomorrow’s doctor appointment to find out if I’m dilated at all!!  🙂



Gettin’ It Done


My Nesting Frenzy continues, and I’m amazed at what I was able to accomplish today.  Amazed… and exhausted.  But on the flip side, I probably won’t have any trouble sleeping tonight, and I got a lot done.  So I feel pretty good, despite the fact that my body wants to sink into the living room couch and never get up.  🙂

But I can’t yet…  With each falling leaf, we’re one moment closer to the arrival of baby Brady.  So it’s crunch time!  (But the best possible type of ‘crunch time’ there is…)!

Nate helped to put together the baby swing, baby bouncer / sleeper, crib mobile, and three nursery wall hangings, on top of vacuuming and helping me tidy the upstairs.  I didn’t even have to ask him, which earned him some major bonus points!

So now, the spare bedroom is much more organized and will empty out even more once we use up the diaper storage and move out the swing and bouncer (which will soon find a home in our bedroom and living room).  Trust me, this is WAY cleaner than it was before (no more looking like a tornado ran through it), so I’m very happy with how this looks for now.

It’s just a spare room, so the door can stay closed for the most part anyway.  🙂

I basically finished cleaning the bedroom too!  Granted, the room isn’t finished yet.  I still haven’t purchased curtains or wall-hangings, and the bedspread desperately needs to be replaced.  (Hmmm, we’ve only been here how many years now??).  But the floor is now visible, and – once I get rid of the last bit of trash / donation piles – the room will be clean.

No more endless piles of clutter and unorganized baby things!

It’s definitely baby-ready, so Brady will have a clean space to sleep his first few months. (As for finishing the room, that will be tackled much later in the future, as it’s never been at the top of our priority list).  🙂  Nate and I just both hate clutter, so it makes us oh-so-happy to have a tidy room again!

Oh, goodness, completing this project is just such a huge weight off of my shoulders!  I really dreaded the thought of putting Brady’s sleeper into a messy room…

The nursery, on the other hand, is finished in terms of being ready for Brady to sleep in.  YAY!  But the last of the decorations are still coming in the mail, so I haven’t completely finished with the décor yet.  SOON though, and I can’t wait to show you all pics!!

I also went for a walk today with the hubby, which was really nice.  I haven’t been very committed to working out (or even walking), due to how busy life has been.  But I know that walking is healthy for me and baby, so I promised myself that I’d be much more committed to it.  (Hey, finishing strong must count for something)!

Granted, I walk a whole lot slower these days.  We started out at a pretty good pace, but then I could feel myself cramping up a bit.  So we had to slow way down…  An older couple walking nearby smiled at us and then whispered to each other.  I then realized that I look very pregnant at this point, and Nate was sweetly holding my hand.  They must have been commenting on the adorable pregnant couple going for a slow, afternoon stroll.

Either that or they were commenting on the crazy, preggo lady.  😉  (I can’t help but take a mustache pic every time I walk by these tall, marshland plants).  I’m so mature like that!

Hmmm, let’s see… What else did I do with my day?

I taught a piano lesson later in the afternoon…  And then I spent just over 3 hours prepping for the next two days of piano teaching. (These days, prep takes a little bit longer, because three of my transfer students are especially gifted in playing by ear.  So in other words, they can hear a song on the radio and then – in time – play it on the piano without the music.  This was never my gift – as I was classically trained – but I do my best to learn the songs they’re trying to learn… and then we work on it together.  So I’m challenging myself to learn these pieces before their lessons… which means extra time at the piano, in addition to normal prep).  🙂  It’s a lot of work, but – at the same time – it’s stretching me as a musician, which is an awesome experience that I’m totally embracing!

I also put together a musical version of Dominoes and Twister.  I like to play games that reinforce musical building blocks, especially with the younger kids who tend to get a little bit antsy.

Oh, yeah, and I made 90 meatballs…  I prepped them, baked them, cooled them, and then placed them into food-storage bags with spaghetti sauce.  Afterward, I popped them into the freezer so that Nate and I can enjoy Meatball Subs or Spaghetti and Meatballs in December (after Brady is born).  This was Freezer Meal # 1, and I plan to continue with several more so that I’m well-stocked.

No cooking for me once baby arrives!  🙂  If all goes according to plan, Nate can just take meals out of the freezer, follow directions, and we’ll have a homemade meal to enjoy for dinner!

So that’s what I accomplished today!  I am woman, hear me roar!  (Or, well, at least hear me meow…  Kind of too tired to roar very much right now).

Wow, am I going to sleep good tonight!!!!!  🙂

How was YOUR day??



To Class We Will Go!


I was completely off when it came to my apprehensions regarding the Maternity Ward Tour at the hospital and the Prepared Parenting Class that would be held nearby. I was absolutely terrified of the tour, convinced that we’d hear a woman in labor screaming and that Nate and I would leave slightly traumatized (I have friends who experienced that less-than-calming noise while they were in the ward, and they had been freaked out by it).   The Prepared Parenting Class, on the other hand, promised to be a couple of hours where we would learn all about our newborn (including how to change his diaper) in addition to meeting other pregnant couples.  It sounded great!

So I was a bundle of excited energy when Nate and I walked through the dark parking lot towards the building where our class would be held.  We took our seats, settled in for a couple of minutes, and then tried to chat with the 6 other couples in the room. This is when it became very apparent that meeting new friends was not going to happen in this particular class.  (Hey, we have two left to take, so there’s always hope).  😉  When I’d ask a girl when she was due, she’d look at me with a half-smile, reply, and then turn back to her husband to obviously ward off further discussion. After this happened a couple of times, I also decided to just stick to chatting with my own hubby.

There was one girl who was more than happy to talk to anyone in the class, but she was trying to find out if it was okay to drink vodka while breast-feeding… among other things that everyone in the room found to be slightly scandalous.  So, you know, at the risk of sounding judgmental, I didn’t feel that she would necessarily be someone that I’d want to chat with outside of class to compare preggo notes.

Anyway, the class itself started, and the teacher apparently thought that spending time on things such as diaper changing would be a waste of time. Instead, she focused on all the scary and gross things that we should be prepared for.  Honestly, I already knew everything from books I’ve read. (Oh, yeah, I’m totally on book #3 right now)!!  🙂  But hearing them spoken, one after another, kind of left me feeling a little bit overwhelmed and grumpy…

I mean, it doesn’t matter how excited you are to have a baby. The thought of everything that’s going to happen to you during recovery, in addition to all the things that could possibly go wrong with baby, in addition to just how much ‘fun’ learning to breastfeed is going to be?  Well, let’s just say that all of that preparing you need to do doesn’t make you suddenly want to jump with joy, if you know what I mean.  And while I normally don’t worry about it and have the mindset of taking it one day at a time, the class just kind of throws it all in your face during the course of 120 minutes.

So soon enough, I was just as grumpy as the rest of the girls in the room. (Which leads me to believe that maybe they came to the class more prepared for what the class was going to be, so that’s why they were less-than-smiley from the very beginning).

Nate, on the other hand, was not-quite-so-up-to-date on all of the facts; so after a particularly interesting discussion about constipation after labor, he decided that it was time to add some comedic relief.  During a discussion about fevers, he made a joke about rectal thermometers getting lost, which the guys in the room (and the teacher) thought was hilarious!  Then when the teacher had the guys grab a doll from the corner of the room to bring back to their wives for bathing practice, he came back with a doll that was obviously of different ethnic background than us.  Judging by his chuckling, he apparently thought that it was the funniest, most clever thing ever.

The guys in the room thought that it was hilarious too… and scandalous, since I had obviously just popped out an African baby. I, and the rest of the girls in the room, just glared at the guys, sending a message of, “Hmmm, we’re learning to bathe dolls here!  This is serious!  Stop goofing around!!”

So I bathed that doll with all the love I could muster.  You know, to prove that I loved it, no matter what his skin color… and even if his daddy was laughing at him.

Yeahhhh, just one of those preggo moments… 

Anyway, I went home quite grumpy that night, but woke up feeling much better! (I guess the moral of the story is that even if I haven’t been all that grumpy during this pregnancy, it doesn’t take all that much to take me there).  Ha, ha.

The Maternity Ward Tour, on the other hand? I was so very impressed by how courteous and kind all of the nurses were and how up-to-date they were with making sure newborn babies had plenty of skin-to-skin contact after delivery.  The things that I had been hoping to include in my recovery (including letting the baby stay with us in the room instead of being whisked off to the nursery) are automatically done as routine practice!  Everything was very professional, clean, relaxed, and mommy-friendly (including a shower and a poster of poses to try during delivery).

(I felt that maybe it was slightly wrong to pose near one of the beds and smile, since there is going to be so much pain going on once I officially need to lie in one. 😉  But then I focused on the fact that on this bed – or one just like it – I’m going to meet my baby for the first time!  So smiling just seemed like the right thing to do)!  🙂

The recovery rooms were nice too. Very simple, obviously, but very clean!  There are pull-out recliners for the husband, a shower, a sink, and a little table with chairs.

When we left the maternity ward, I just felt really good and at peace.  More happy and excited than nervous!

So I may have gotten it wrong as to which ‘field trip’ would be the best… Now I’m wondering how the Breastfeeding Class and Birth Class will go in a few weeks.  Ha, ha.  😉  Maybe I’ll just make sure that I’m armed with plenty of chocolate to munch on during the lecture!  You can never go wrong with that!  🙂

The Home Stretch!


I’m happy to report that I finished reading my second baby book.  It was a very good book, but I think that the sudden I’ve-got-this confidence was more due to pressure that I’d placed on myself than the information I’d gleaned.  Somehow reading a minimum of three books just seems like a prerequisite for becoming a mother (so I have one more to go).  Anything less than that would be like trying to bake cupcakes with only half of the recipe.

Gosh, I could go for a cupcake… 

But in all seriousness, I’m slightly clueless when it comes to babies, as I haven’t been around them much in my lifetime.  So I’m pretty sure that the doctor will ask me if I’ve read at least three books before he agrees to let me take my baby Brady home (even if it will be quite apparent just how loving that home will be). Being asked to read three books at least happened in my dreams.  So, you know, one can never be too prepared!  After all, dreams do come true sometimes…

Oh, and the nursery is almost finished, which will be another huge accomplishment!  It makes me happy just to go into the room, so most of the baby book was read in that room.  It’s just so cozy, and fresh… and clean compared to the rest of the house.  😉  Sometimes I like to sit on the rocking chair and forget that my bedroom looks as though a tornado ran through it.

Pics coming soon, by the way!  (Of the nursery, I mean…not of my tornado-stricken bedroom). 

However, that being said, the kitchen pantry has been completely cleaned out and tidied, the finished basement was scrubbed and organized, and one can now walk into the walk-in closet.  So even if I have enough cleaning left to keep Mary Poppins busy, should she welcome me with a visit, I have made quite a bit of progress.  At this point in the game, I set myself a time-limit (usually one – two hours) and whatever doesn’t get done in that time frame will just be waiting for me tomorrow… or next year.  😉

AND I nearly have all of the baby supplies that I need.  (It really is amazing as to how many things a little baby needs in the course of his first few months).  🙂  Nate and I have done a pretty good job, I think, of breaking down the list into ‘must buy now’ items and ‘this can wait a few months’ items, thanks to the advice of close friends who have multiple children… and therefore, lots of experience.

Anyway, I’m not quite sure how it happened, but there are only six weeks left until my due date.  What, what!?! 

I’m definitely starting to feel very pregnant these days, mainly because of how tired I feel.  Like right now, I’m resting on my couch after a long (but very good) day of teaching piano lessons, and I can hardly think straight.  In fact, considering how long it took me to write just the three sentences of this paragraph, I’m fairly certain that it would be more accurate to state that I’m not thinking straight.  Who knew that growing a baby could make one’s brain so fuzzy.


Wait, what were we talking about again?

Oh, yeah!  CUPCAKES!  🙂


Okay, who’s up for a fun little challenge?  🙂  My due date is November 26th (the day before Thanksgiving)…  I keep thinking that I’ll go a little late (although – honestly -my nightly Braxton Hicks contractions are getting much stronger)…  But my mom was a week early for me, my brother, AND my sister.  And the doctors haven’t yet made any predictions.  Any guesses as to when Brady will be born? 

Pick a date, leave it in the comments, and we’ll see who picked the closest date to Brady’s birthday!!  🙂

Thirty-One Weeks Recap


Sooooo, how is it possible that today is October 1st already?  I feel as though I was just sitting at my parent’s dining room table and announcing my New Year’s resolutions.  And now, I’m only weeks away from seeing one of those resolutions (to become a mom) come true.

Thirty-one weeks sure goes by quickly…

The first trimester dragged by slower than black-strap molasses oozing out of a jar, so I convinced myself that I had all the time in the world to get things done.  Then I blinked, and suddenly I was smack-dab in the middle of my 3rd trimester.  Yet the funny thing is that the closer I inch towards my due-date (the day before Thanksgiving), the calmer I feel about getting things done..  And I find myself being okay with what doesn’t get completed in time.  Either pregnancy has taught me to better take life in stride, or maybe I’m just a little too tired to stress out about organizing closets and wiping down all of the cabinets in my kitchen.  😉

I’d like to think that it’s a little bit of both.


I’ve yet to experience the much anticipated nesting stage, although I was stuck in the baking phase for weeks.  Breads, cupcakes, cookies, and pies… You name it, I baked it.  Fortunately, over the past few days, I’ve felt my sweet-tooth obsession slowly subside, and I wasn’t even tempted by these Pumpkin Oreo Cheesecakes that I made for my family the other night.  My love of red meat, seafood, and pizza is still alive and strong, however.  🙂

Thirty-one weeks isn’t enough to break that obsession, apparently.

I’m still hoping for the day that I crave kale, but – so far – no luck with that. 


My stomach has officially popped, and there is no denying the fact that I look pregnant.  My doctor’s appointments are now bi-weekly, and – since entering the 3rd trimester – I’ve been putting on one pound a week.  That brings me to a weight gain of 32 pounds so far, and I’ll probably land around a total of 40 pounds gained this pregnancy (as long as I can continue to keep the weight gain slow-and-consistent during this last trimester).  It wasn’t my original goal, but I’m honestly happy with it!

Other than the anemia exhaustion (which seems to hit in staggered waves), I feel absolutely healthy and strong!  No complaints here!

(Or very few complaints anyway…).  😉  I still only had swollen ankles that one time, so I’m pretty happy about that, not going to lie!

Baby Brady, on the other hand, is apparently now the size of a squash.



Since my due-date will be here before I know it, I’ve started to research pain-management techniques, including Lamaze breathing.  Yes, I’m signed up for a childbirth class at my hospital, but they keep pushing my class out.  It’s now scheduled for two weeks before my due date, so if Brady decides to come early… well… let’s just say that it will make for a humorous story someday.  I’m really hoping that I make it to the class though, because the calm-breathing techniques tend to confuse me.  I practiced one technique the other night – after watching a YouTube video- and then realized that I was feeling a bit light-headed from forcing myself to breathe so shallow and quick.

I’m no childbirth expert, but I’m pretty sure that means I was doing it wrong.


Since I wake up several times a night to pee, sleep isn’t deep and uninterrupted.  I also usually wake up early every morning (around 5:30am) and can’t fall back asleep, which leads me to believe that my body is preparing me for having to wake up several times a night to feed Brady.  😉  Still, every once in awhile, I’m so tired that I wake up and it’s past 7am.  I love those days!  That being said, even if sleep isn’t quite as good as it used to be, I adore my comfy, body pillow!   It makes sleeping on my side SO comfortable that I usually am content to just lie in bed and relax, even if I can’t exactly fall back to sleep.

Yeah, that body pillow was worth every single penny!


There were no embarrassing pregnancy moments this week… but the week isn’t over yet.  😉


One of my favorite moments was – after washing the clothes from my baby shower – I folded and put away the little onesies and footie pajamas.  The outfits are really adorable and just looking at them makes me smile.




In less than two months, I’ll have a little baby to snuggle into those adorable pajamas!  🙂