week 30

Here we are 3/4ths of the way there.

It really is bigger in real life. The internet subtracts 2 weeks in size, at least.

The mood swings have really started to kick in now. :) We both finished reading HP7 this weekend and guess who spent the last 6 chapters bawling. She finished up and walked out to where I was working in the garage and it looked like she just left a funeral. Where I, being the sensitive husband, proceeded to laugh at her.

The couple across the street is expecting in February. That's good because hopefully Peanut will have a friend right around his (or her) age. It was cute to see their excitement over it and it made us reminisce of when we were just dying to tell someone. Aaah, the good old days.

Oh, and Amanda has reported that she is now getting stranger pregnancy attention. I guess some random woman at the checkout line at Kroger accused her of having a boy because she is carrying high.

It does look like Peanut is using her sternum as a headrest.

Week what???

For those of you who have been diligently tracking our website, the little tracker at the top says we are at week 30. As in full blown third trimester. As in it could be as little as 8 more weeks till Peanut is here (though more likely to be 12, just because).

I turned to Chris with a shocked look on my face and said we're at week 30. He laughed at me and my obvious panic. Then he started swearing like an sailor and mentioning everything he still needs to do.

Also, the hormones have kicked in big time. In the past week I have had absolute sobbing fits over petty things such as Chris asking if I had washed the dishes. He picks up a plate and looks at it, looks at me and says "Are these washed already?" I can only bite my lip and nod. He says "what's wrong?" and I burst like a freakin' dam. He, of course, is a wonderful and hugs me and says nice things all the while grinning and trying not to chuckle because he thinks I'm cute. Boys.

week 29 and nursury painting

Did some painting in Peanut's room this weekend. It's a nice Lemon Yellow. No, wait, Lemon White. It's light yellow for crying out loud.

Anyhow, the second coat is done and I can clean up tomorrow. I'm getting pretty good at painting.


Look at that giant thing below! There is significant growth (I think) between last week and this week.

As I was taking this picture she says "I'm sucking it in." Yea, I can tell.


Oh, we also registered today at Target and Baby's r us. That was a very annoying process, but it had to be done. Word of warning to those who might have a kid and need to register...take along a new mom. The volume of information associated with baby crap that is out there is completely overwhelming and causes new parents to take it out their stress while testing of capability of strollers to collapse.

Car seats? WTF? I am completely unable to discern good and bad features of car seats. If I couldn't make something on it move within 10 seconds I moved onto the next one.

And what's this crap "Good up to 22 pounds." Well how long does it take a kid to grow to be 22 pounds? Anybody? Well, the strangers across the aisle said 8-10 months. Great, so I have to by another one when their feet dangle over. Oye.

Bottles? Nipples? I just walked away from that aisle. As much fun as I have spending time in an aisle that says "breast" and "nipple" all over, I couldn't spare the brain power on it this afternoon. I spent all my brainpower on painting and didn't have the patience or energy to weigh the pros and cons of angled, disposable, wide mouthed and regular bottles.

However I did take the time to register for pacifiers with bling on them.

Oh, and you should have seen Amanda storm out of the bib aisle at Baby's r us because she didn't like their selection. It was funny.

Anyway, I want to read some of HP7.

Visiting the Doctor

Chris and I went for another doctor's visit today. We've been going every four weeks, but I'm far enough along now that we'll be going every two.

Today I had the glucose test to see if I had developed gestational diabetes. I got up and had breakfast right away (the directions said I was allowed to eat before) and before we left I chugged a drink the doctor gave me during my last visit. It was like flat orange soda, just slightly thicker. I think it helped that it had been refrigerated but it did make me feel a little sick and light headed while waiting at the office.

So at the office I had the usual urine sample and weigh in, then the nurse stabbed my finger to get a blood sample. Ok, so it was only a pin prick but I bleed enough that I had to change the band aid. They used a small device like diabetics use to measure the sugar in my blood and I came in well under the mark (I was at 116, the highest you can get before they freak out and make you take a long starvation test is 140).

So all of those years of Mountain Dew have not scarred me for life.

My blood pressure is good (90/60) and the baby's heart rate is good (150). The only hard part was waiting in that tiny room for the doctor for another 30 minutes just to spend 5 minutes with him to say there were no concerns. I would have told Chris he could leave to go to work, but he was enthralled with an article about how to talk back to kids and then demonstrating how to do a breast exam. Apparently it involves a lot of hip thrusts.

Ah, but to sleep

I'm getting tired constantly now. And Chris is having sympathy tiredness. Carrying around this extra 20+ pounds is getting harder and harder. For the first time yesterday I actually avoided going upstairs or to the basement because it just seemed hard. Maybe it had something to do with the heat and humidity, but it make me feel lazy and fat.

But it's amazing that people seem surprised by how fit I am so far. When on the Wisconsin trip a few weeks ago I got up and walked on the tread mill there for thirty minutes. One of the ladies who saw me asked how far along I was and was impressed that I had so much energy to go walking at 6 months. And I walk in the morning and evenings several days a week. I even ride my bike next to Chris when he runs, which his mom seemed impressed with. Between the weddings and relatives visiting, I've had lots of comments about how good I look. So either I do actually look good or people know when to say things to make me feel better.

Although I do not need anyone else saying "oh, you aren't that big yet". Because I can't even use the kneeler at church. And I have to sit up to roll over at night because there isn't room to just flop from one side to the other. *sigh*

week 28 and save the date

Here we are...week 28.


If we didn't tell you already, save the date ---August 25-- for the baby shower!

This week we have seen an increase in grunting when getting up, more heartburn, more cursing (you know Amanda, "Oh f*dge!!") and some extremity swelling. Poor Amanda had to get her wedding ring resized.

And interestingly enough, the cats seem to be getting cuddled more and more as time goes by. I wonder when the shmoopy talk will start with the cats?

week 27

Here we are, week 27....


Sorry we missed last week, but I can't take photos of my wife very well when she is off at a wedding a few hundred miles away. Not too much is new...Peanut still kicks and makes her jump, no new cravings, backaches are so so and sleep has been so so.

We were at a wedding this past weekend and she received much belly rubbing by old friends (of course it was all instigated by me) .

Peanut's First Road Trip

I just got back yesterday from a road trip to Wisconsin for my cousin's wedding. Chris couldn't make it, so the ride was me, my brother and sister (my youngest brother couldn't make it either).

The ride was about 12 hours, plus time added in for rest room breaks and eating. I'm happy to say that I did not once say "We need to pull over, I have to use the bathroom!" On the way up the trip was split into two days and it really wasn't too bad. I didn't have to drive and brought along pillows of varying sizes, food, drinks and books. The ride back was rough though, Peanut was moving and poking and prodding almost constantly. I could not get comfortable and had not slept well the entire trip, so I was getting pretty cranky by the time we made it to Sidney.

While in Wisconsin my aunts, uncles and cousins all were excited to see me and asked questions. And they all touched my belly! That's the first time it really happened and since I see them once a year, I wasn't offended or anything. Plus my belly is just getting huge. It didn't help having free food most of the weekend.

At one point my sister said that we should name the baby Jacob. Later my uncle said Jake would be a good name. So by the end of the weekend the entire group was calling the baby "Little Jakey". Except my youngest brother still calls the baby "Milo". Since Jacob wasn't in our top five choice of names, they will all be shocked come October.

At the reception I felt a little self conscious getting up to dance. But my siblings were champs and get me involved. How? When the song "My Humps" by Black Eyed Peas came on, they declared it my song and got up to dance. And who wouldn't join in this fun?