Boy do we have a lot to catch up on. Unfortunately, my mood swing has hit and I'm ready to bring my laptop to the gun range for target practice. Maybe in a few days I'll calm down, fuss out Apple for their horrible software upgrades and purchase a new stick of RAM. Then I'll be ready to rejoin the blogging world with sanity. But until then, I'm behind on weekly updates and I wish to not keep everyone waiting.
Yes, sweet Baby Burns is now the size of an orange. How amazing is that?! She's growing by leaps and bounds. Before you know it, she'll be the size of a pumpkin and I'll be miserable and probably NOT smiling in my bump pictures. Also, sorry for such a bad picture. I had just got home from work and I was sure that if I changed into my jammies, that was going to be it for this girl. No picture. No update. No lime sherbet.
Fun things this week: Finally feeling a little more pregnant. I still don't have any tale tale signs but I know there's a bump which makes me feel a little more relieved that my little one is growing. We've signed an offer on a house so I'm beginning to dream about what the nursery will look like.
Not so fun things this week: My face has broken out like a 13 year old girl. That pretty much sucks. Still no sleeping. My dreams are becoming more like nightmares but that's another post for another day. I'm also having these things called round ligament pains. Holy mother of God. When those things hit, you're left doubled over screaming "Get it out!! Get it out NOW!!!!". The pain is excruciating and there's nothing you can do to stop it or make it better.
Those are the updates for now. I have more to say but like I said earlier, the mood swing tends to take over. At that point you should just give into temptation and go to bed and try again tomorrow.
Monday, April 15, 2013
**Today is the beginning of week 13 but something much bigger than that has happened. As most of you already know and have heard on the news, two bombs went off near the finish line of the Boston Marathon. Me and B send out our thoughts and prayers to the victims and their families. I hope that they are able to somehow find peace and comfort.**
Week 13 marks the beginning of trimester 2. That means baby burns is about 7 months away. Did you cry a little? I just did. One whole trimester is gone and I don't have a pediatrician picked out, haven't decided on what carseat I want, haven't talked B into getting his TDaP shot and we still haven't bought a house. Well, the house thing is coming. We looked at a house this past weekend and really fell in love. Fingers crossed, kids. We need all the luck we can get.
Like I said last week, the pregnancy hasn't been bad at all so far. I had a small bought of nausea this past weekend but nothing to write home about. I laid around on the couch for a while and felt much better. Just FYI, if you watch Investigation Discovery for too long, you will suspect that your neighbors, husband and local bag boy are trying to kill you.
- Baby has developed finger prints. Finger prints are determined by what the baby touches while in utero. Including amniotic fluid. Cool, huh?
- Baby's vocal cords are forming. The more to scream with when she's here!
- Her head is a little more proportionate to her body. No more T-Rex body!
- Her teeth buds are starting to form.
I'm tired of: Peeing. All. Night. Long. Seriously. I haven't had a good night's sleep in over a month and it's getting a little old. I've definitely realized that the amount of times I get up to pee at night is related to how tired I am when I fall asleep. Less tired = more peeing.
But I do have to say I'm a little relieved to not be waking up at 3 am on the nose anymore. If you don't know, it's considered to be the Devil's hour so when I would wake up, I would worry that I was carrying a devil child or evil-ness. That's what happens when you're sleep deprived and a little discombobulated.
Sorry for such a late post. My photographer was more interested in motorcycles when he got home. We'll plan a little better next time.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Just a few thoughts for your weekend reading pleasure.
We ran out of Q-Tips about a week ago. My ears are going into withdrawal. Raise your hand if you like the feeling of a cold, wet Q-Tip in your ear!!!
When I wake up at night (which is all too often) I have Tim McGraw's "One Of Those Nights" playing on a loop in my head. Good song, but I can't turn it off.
House hunting still sucks.
We had an OB appointment on Tuesday. Didn't get to see Baby B but did get to hear the tiny little heartbeat. Such a comforting sound.
While at WalMart, I took B down the diaper isle just to have a little fun with him. I showed him the cost of a small pack of diapers (~28 ct) and then explained that a newborn is going to have 10 or more diaper changes PER DAY. I think he pooped himself a little. When I got home, I looked up the diaper guide on Babies R Us' website. It's a great little spread sheet that explains how many value packs of diapers you should buy in each size to keep you covered for the first year. I then ran the numbers and figured out that we would be spending $967.78 in the first year on diapers alone. Babies don't potty train until 2 years old so we would have to probably double that number just to cover the baby's "diaper lifetime". Needless to say, I think I finally have him on board with cloth diapers. Much cheaper in the long run and really not as much of a hassle as everyone thinks.
That's all for now! See you again on Monday for Week 13!
Monday, April 8, 2013
What a day! Do you know how hard it is to take a picture of a small baby bump by yourself? I'll never attempt that again!! Either way, I have two weekly pictures to share. Last week we were in Las Vegas with a few friends and went ahead with week 11's picture even though we weren't posting it yet.
Ugh! I think at this point in every woman's pregnancy, you feel like a bloated cow. You know there's something tiny in there making you feel weird but it's hard to prove it's existence because you really look like you ate too much at the last buffet sitting.
But on to this week.
Today is week 12 and the baby is the size of a plum. At the beginning of the pregnancy I told B it would be fun to eat the fruit that the baby was the size of each week. Then I began researching the different fruits and decided that I wasn't going to eat olives, onions and prunes so it probably wouldn't work out.
I'm trying to decide what sort of questions I should answer each week to keep everyone updated but I think I'm going to start out with the basic "OMG you're pregnant let me ask you a crap ton of questions" questions.
What this planned or were you trying? If I hear this question again, I'm going to stab someone with a fork. How horrible of a question is this?! Just ask me if I was being responsible because that's basically what it means. Babies are gifts and we couldn't be more excited about this little blessing. But to answer the question, we weren't trying but we weren't not trying. We took on the mind set that if it happened it happened and if it didn't, it didn't. There. STOP ASKING!
Are you going to find out what you're having? Right now, no. There aren't many things in life that are a complete surprise so we want this to be one of them.
How do you feel? I feel fantastic. I have a little bit of congestion and I'm a little more tired than normal but besides that, I don't have the classic pregnancy symptoms. That's not to say they won't pop up later.
How is B doing with this? B is over the moon ecstatic about everything. He already wants to build the crib and rocking chair. He has every pregnancy app known to man on his iPad and iPhone and keeps up with them. He makes sure I make all of my medicine and drink all of my water. He's been the perfect gentleman so far.
Smooth sailing so far. We're both just soaking everything in and trying to not get worried about the possibilities that it won't last to term. Being a postpartum nurse is nice because I know what to expect when the baby comes but at the same time, I know that you can lose your pregnancy all the way up to 40 weeks.
There are a few things that do start to get old. I'm tired of everyone thinking I'm feeble and I need help with everything. If I didn't tell you I was pregnant, you would make me carry my own groceries, bags and boxes. I also hate that people think they can't drink around me. Alcohol existed before I got pregnant and still exists now. In the beginning, I basically had to force feed B a beer. I'm happy giving up little things like that because I have a tiny person growing inside me. I think I can make sacrifices for that.
I think that's it for this week. I'll see you next week for the beginning of trimester 2!!!
It's been a while since I've posted and big things have happened for us. When we last saw each other, I was posting about my weird reindeer dream. There was a reason for that particular dream.....
That's right!!! Me and B are going to have our own little B in 6 VERY short months! And let me just say, pregnancy dreams are terribly weird. What about hormone surges says you should dream about haunted hospitals, lost reindeer and baby alligators biting your arm?
Either way, we couldn't be more excited about the journey that we have embarked upon and I can't wait to share all of my excitement with all of you! I'll be posting a little later on today when I've taken my 12 week bump picture. B is out of town (major fail) so I'll be attempting the picture alone today.
Until then, I'll leave you with this video of our announcement to our families. The video is a little long so there is no need to watch the whole thing.
See you this afternoon!
-W, B, B