Thursday, December 18, 2014

29 Weeks with Boo # 2

Hey, want to know something cool? I actually wrote this post at exactly 29 weeks pregnant. Go me! Here I am, officially in the 3rd trimester. Part of me is anxious to get this kid out, while part of me is shocked how quickly it's gone by. It's this weird mix of emotions, but since this is most likely the last time I'll ever be pregnant, I'm trying to enjoy every little but that I can... not always an easy task though. Here's what went down this week:
  • Still more heartburn. Always the heartburn.
  • Much more hip and back pain. Just walking is actually pretty painful and I have a very distinct waddle going 
  • This week I had a couple of days where I had really hard belly pains. I'm not sure of they were contractions, Braxton Hicks, or just Bentley moving funny, but it was really painful and a little scary for a bit. I think that they're done (knock on wood)
  • I also had a sharp searing pain in the front of my belly one morning when I was trying to pick Fynn up. Honestly, I thought I had ripped my ab muscles apart. I'm not sure what really happened, but the pain stopped by that night, so I'm pretty sure it wasn't my muscle tearing. I guess that just reaffirms why I'm not supposed to pick her up... but you try explaining that to a 2-year-old (or finding another way to get her in the car when she's throwing a temper tantrum in the driveway at daycare)
  • At my 28 week check up, I found out I've gained 24 pounds... I may have teared up a bit when I saw that number on the scale. I haven't been paying attention to weight gain (mostly because I don't even know where our scale ended up in the whole unpacking game), so this was a bit of a shock for me... it also lets me know that I'll mostly likely be gaining more than the 33 pounds I gained with Fynn.
  • At my check up, my doctor also said I need to take it easier. She said very light exercise, if I exercise at all, and to put my feet up as much as possible
  • Baby B is the size of an acorn squash this week; 15.2-16.7 inches long and 2.5-3.8 pounds. 
  • Sleep eludes me most nights. I find myself desperately trying to get comfortable, and as soon as I'm comfortable I pass out, only to wake up a little while later because I've rolled over or that position just isn't comfortable anymore. I got an offer this week to do a review of an awesome looking pillow on here and I can't wait to get it and maybe sleep a little better. 

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Our attempts at Elf on A Shelf

In case you're new around here, I'll just spell it out. I am in no way one of those Pinterest moms... you know. Those ladies who manage to perfectly decorate their house, keep everything organized in adorable matching baskets, make their kids balanced meals cut out into cute kid-friendly shapes, while wearing the perfect outfit. I'm lucky if I can find matching shoes and my kid doesn't have snot on her face when we go out in public. What I'm trying to say, is that our version of Elf on a Shelf does not involve elaborate scenes... heck, I'm proud of us if we manage to actually move the elf every other day. However, Fynn enjoys it, so we're making the effort (some of the time) and enjoying her joy in the magic. 

We started with reading the book (of course) and I was surprised that she was able to sit through and listen to the entire book. She even pointed to the page and talked about the elf as we read. Somehow (I blame Drew) our elf was named Donkey. Whatever, let's be honest, she won't remember the name by next year and perhaps we can get a better name out of her then. 

The next morning she found her elf on top of the tv, since we knew she would find it there right away... yeah, that says a lot about our family, doesn't it? She was so excited, but tried to touch it, and I had to remind her that if we touch the elf it takes away the magic. Clearly the message stuck because the next day she was very careful not to touch the elf and even told me not to touch because it would ruin the magic. When she told her grandmother and babysitter about the elf, she told them why we don't touch either. I was pretty impressed that it made sense for her... though that did make it hard last Friday when the elf was on her stuffed dog. She was all upset because she wanted the dog, but we couldn't touch the elf. Finally I convinced her that Mommy could move the elf just this once, and the elf would be fine... I don't know how much she believed me, because she said something about being mad at me if I ruined it... she is so my child. 
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