Full Moon?

Have you ever had one of those days where you feel like the world is out to get you? Yeah, that was today. Starting with last night, sleeping just isn't easy anymore. Even though I am beyond tired, sleeping just doesn't come easy. I am sure part of it is that Zach is out of town. That always makes it difficult to completely relax. I blame Criminal Minds. Last night I decided to take half a dose of Tylenol PM around midnight in hopes it would calm my restless legs and let me get to sleep. It worked! Then the storms began... 4am. Perfect. Anyone who knows me knows that I am not a calm person during storms. So there I was, half drowsy and half alert and waiting for tornadoes. I managed to fall back asleep (thank you Tylenol PM!) until you would have thought the world came to an end. Around 6am I was awoken by a quiet chirp followed by the sound of everything electronic in my house stop. The fan spun to a calm end and I was finally coherent enough to realize that we had lost power. Good luck getting back to sleep with 2 freaked out dogs literally trying to crawl into my skin.

I immediately texted Oncor. Yes, you can actually do that now... text the power company that you have no power. Genious. "Estimated time of restored power - 10:30am". I am sorry, what? Eff this. I laid in bed and tried to think of how I was going to pull this off. The office has a gym with showers, blow dryers and all that... but did they have power? What would I do if I assumed they did and got there to find the same problem. Wait, Kristin, you have a gas water heater. Boom. Shower here, dry hair there or in the car on the way there. Ok, we can make this work.

It stormed solid until 7 when I pulled my ass out of bed. I dunked my head in the bathtub and washed the hair. Since it was still storming, it was as dark as night. I did minimal makeup by candlelight and got dressed. Can I tell you how hot it is to get ready without a fan blowing on me. Ugh. Wait... we have no power... how am I going to get the car out of the garage. There is a rescue cord. All have a rescue cord. Ok. Now picture this... a 7 month pregnant woman, hair in a towel, makeup looking probably like Mimi, trying to wrestle a step stool in between two tightly fitting cars to get up to see what is going on with the garage door power box because THERE IS NO CORD!!!

In-laws to the rescue. While up on the ladder, flashlight in hand, cell phone on speaker they walked me through where the cord should be... not where I was looking. "Follow the track all the way to the door" said Joe... shit, there is the cord. I AM AN IDIOT! Pull the cord, and throw that bitch up.

Done, I headed back inside and try to finish getting ready. Chirp... and we have power. Literally 5 minutes after the garage debacle. Hey, at least I can blow dry my hair now. What a fun morning!

The day stayed that way even at work. Fire after fire after fire had to be put out. There didn't seem to be a calm moment in the day. People's poor planning all over the place resulting in me having to rescue them all. Over it. Not only that, other peoples lack of caring for the workload they are placing on me as they clear it off their plate was just icing on the cake.

I need to ctrl+alt+delete the day. So how does one do that? Come home, put on sweats, eat cereal, have a coke and watch Lifetime until I fall asleep. Doesn't the house need to be cleaned? Yup. Do I care tonight? No.

"Halleluah! Holy Shit! Where's the Tylenol".

Mini Meltdown

As the day gets closer and closer I am sure this will get much more frequent, but today I had my first meltdown. Zach and I were in the nursery looking at the closet for ways to add shelving and all that. I sat down on the rocking chair and Zach teased that in 8 weeks we would have a baby. I LOST IT.

What if I am not good at being a mom? What if I can't do it? What if I don't know what I am doing? How are we going to do this?  Zach just let me cry it out and reassured me that I would be ok, everything will be ok. He also asked if he could video tape me. He thinks it is just adorable and mostly hilarious when I get like this.

The tired is creeping back in. I find myself fading fast after lunch and then ready for bed at 9pm. Of course, even though I am exhausted, finding sleep to be solid and effective is difficult. I often have twitchy legs, not to mention the fact that I have to pee at least 3-4 times a night. I know that this is extremely good prep. Luckily, for now, I get to go back to sleep. This will not be a case when I have a baby girl to feed.

The Real Countdown Begins

30 weeks and counting. 10 weeks to go. This is insane. How on earth are we going to do this?

We had our hospital tour the other day and that made everything all too real. I saw the room that I will deliver in, and how the bed breaks apart to allow for pushing. Pushing... wait, what? This baby actually has to come out?  I don't want to think about that. At all.

We had that talk at the doctors office. And I don't mean to upset anyone, but I plan on having an epidural. There, I said it. I have no interest in trying to prove anything by not taking advantage of medical advancements. My doctor reassured me that there is really no risk associated with it and that she fully supported my decision. Of course, if things don't happen that way, then I will deal with it. I know that I am a strong person and I can manage in any situation. I just don't feel the need to go through all that pain if I don't have to.

We are still planning on the August 5 due date. If things have not progressed on their own by then, I will be admitted on the 5th and have her on the 6th. So strange to think about it. Each time I am there, she asks me how things have been going. i really cannot complain one bit about pregnancy. Sure there are some very rough nights when I might strangle a kitten for a solid night's sleep, or to not have restless legs. And the heartburn is back WITH A VENGENCE. But overall, I am so lucky to not be going through what I read about online. My doctor said that she can usually tell if a mom will want her baby out a week early by how she is at her 32 week visit. That is just next week. I can't imagine being miserable in that much time, but what do I know. I am doing this for the first time. What I don't want to imagine is how hot it is going to be come August. It was 90 today. Lord help me.

Mothers Day

I guess I can officially celebrate this holiday now. So surreal. Everyone around me has been so good to me. My boss got me a "Mom" cookie, I got cards, people wishing me a happy mother's day. It was an oddly emotional day for me. I mean, I always knew I was born to be a mom, but never expected the feeling to be so wonderful What is it going to be like when she actually gets here? I literally cry at commercials about babies.

I am so blessed for the mothers in my life. I cannot imagine how I can even begin to live up the legacy they have both set. Big shoes to fill.

I am also blessed with a wonderful husband. He woke up, got me doughnuts, hung the curtains in the nursery, and told me what my gift is. Maid service! He has arranged for a maid service to come out at the end of July to deep clean my house in prep for baby. He really is incredible.

My most recent doctor's appointment went well. She is nearly 3 lbs and is right on track. My doc calls her an overachiever. She is already head down. I can feel her all the time. It is startling sometimes when she really gets moving, but is so reassuring at the same time. Sometimes I look down and expect to see an alien pop out of my stomach with her erratic movements.

Sadly, she has stage fright. It seems that any time anyone tries to touch her, she freezes up. It is frustrating to some, even Zach. It seems like she can sense when it isn't me touching her and she stops. There was one night that Zach felt one of her fits at bedtime and he was like, "what is she doing in there?!?!". My dad thinks she is practicing her leaps for when she comes out. I am supposed to start counting her movements each evening. And like the doc says, she is an overachiever.

Parents in Town

I am so excited! My parents came into town for a long weekend to see me and the bump. I hadn't seen them since Christmas, so they were overly excited to see the progress we had made and help around the house as much as they could. Their weekend was full of painting, repairing, shopping, registering and eating. Lots of eating. My in-laws were able to come and help too. I don't know what  I would do without them!

The boys golfed and the women registered! What a fun weekend.
I can't wait for them to come back for the shower!

Taking the bump to the Arboretum.

 

Painting the nursery.

 Fixing the toilet - glamorous work!

Registering!

 
Family Shot!

 

Really starting to poke out.

27 weeks. Not long now!

More Nursery Updates

Crib is in! And we love it. We also selected a rocking chair from Ikea. It is really coming together now. I also got bold and decided to make some accent pillows for the room. Out final colors are grey, pink and navy blue. Take a look at the new additions.

Tucker wanted to help out. 

 

Crib and Rocking Chair

New ceiling fan and accent pillows.

 I still have plans to make a mobile as well as some letters to hang her name over the crib... whatever that name may be. ;)

Just in time for my parents to come and visit! Can't wait!

Baby Thumping

23 weeks now and baby girl is letting her Daddy know she loves him. I was just sitting on the couch and she was kicking like crazy. I called Zach over and he knelt down next to the couch and he placed his hand on my stretching belly. BOOM. Kick. He looked at me with huge eyes. He finally felt her move. It was a cool moment to be able to share with him what I feel all the time.

 

All my appointments are going well. She is growing like crazy and looks like a real baby.

We bought the dresser from the last post and are very happy with it. Even though it is Ikea, it seems to be great quality. We also selected a crib from, wait for it, Walmart. It had great reviews and was a good price,

Check out the progress. More to come!