Saturday, June 30, 2012

38 Weeks

How far along:  38 weeks- GET OUT BABY GIRL!!!! 

How big is baby?: At our growth scan Wednesday we learned that this little peanut is just under 6 pounds. She's a little small, they said about the 23rd percentile, but they also said she looks good which is what is really important to me.  

Total weight gain: About 33 pounds at this point... feels like a million.

Maternity clothes: Tank tops and gym shorts most of the time these days. When I actually have to leave the house, or see people, I wear the one pair of maternity shorts that still fit or a skirt... looking forward to having some clothes to wear soon! 

Best moment of the week:
 Getting to see Fynn again on Wednesday. Our ultrasound tech was kinda a meanie, so we didn't get any good pix or even get to see much, but it was still really cool to see her again and know that everything looks good. 

Food cravings: Thirsty all the time. Hungry all the time. Craving a lot of chocolate which isn't doing much to help my heartburn. Thursday night I REALLY wanted veggie sushi, thank goodness for the awesome hubby who went out and got it for me :) 

Food aversions: chicken is still gross. While Drew was making a turkey sandwich yesterday morning the smell of it made me was like my days of morning sickness were back... please no! 

Symptoms: Really tired. Took a 2 1/2 hour nap yesterday without even meaning to! The heartburn is still nasty, but I've just resigned myself to it. I get a lot of braxton hicks which are sometimes so strong that I convince myself they're more then that... and of course they're not. Pretty much every twinge and movement sends me into a "is this labor?" reaction. Which I need to stop because I psych myself out and get my hopes up. I just want her out! 

Movement: Little girl hiccups a lot still. Lots of swirly rolls going down. She's big enough now that my entire belly moves when she does. I love watching it! I've started to think about how weird it's going to be to NOT have her moving around inside me. Sometimes when she moves my belly gets these odd angles and points to it. During the ultrasound Wednesday she wouldn't stop moving... she really didn't like the wand pushing down on her. 

Gender: My little girl! We tried to triple-check Wednesday, but her legs were scrunched up and tech didn't care enough to try checking again or wait a minute for her to me. (can you tell how I felt about this woman?) 

What I'm looking forward to: This little girl being here! I feel like it is so close, but I still have to wait. Waiting is hard, but waiting for an unknown moment is even harder. Not knowing the day or even week that she will arrive makes the waiting even harder. 

What I miss: The usual. My body, booze, energy, sleep, all those things that pregnancy has taken from me. 

Next appointment: We have another ultrasound (to check fluid levels, they were a little low this week) on Tuesday. Hopefully then we can check out her girly bits again :) 

Friday, June 29, 2012

Friday's Letters

Dear Drew,
I understand that you meant well, but asking someone who is 9 months pregnant to put on a bathing suit in front of anyone, even your parents, is just plain mean. Harassing said whale-esq pregnant woman into going swimming just took it a step further. Hopefully my sobbing, moping phone call has hammered this lesson into your head.

Your fat wife, who wore a bathing suit in public at 37 weeks pregnant, just to make your happy.

Dear baby girl,

Stop attacking my ribs!!! They are sore, and actually not intended for your kicking pleasure. If space in there is so tight, get out and THEN stretch.

Your bruised and battered Mama.

Dear Maine,

I've had enough rain and thunderstorms to last, oh about three more years. Bring back the sun and the warmth.

The albino preggers

Dear Fynn,

I know I already wrote you one letter today, but I have more to say to you. Last week I gave you kudos for your attempts at making an exit... but you seem to have taken that as an excuse to slack off... I thought I made it clear, I want you out. So hurry up.  This week we were dilated the same as we were last week. That, my dear, is NOT progress and this Mama wants progress. We go in again Tuesday, I expect to see some progress, if not your beautiful face, by then.


Dear creepy neighborhood teenager,

I don't get it. You walk the loop of our neighborhood about 10 times a night... it's sketchy. I don't know if this is some teenage emo thing, or if you're casing the neighborhood... but it's weird. Doing it last night without any shoes on? Made it even weirder. You come near my baby or dog, and things will get ugly. Consider this your fair warning.

Your creeped out neighbor

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Zoey's Plan

We don't really have a plan for Zoey right now when we go into labor... and it's kinda stressing me out. Usually when we have to leave her, she stays with my in-laws. They have a dog the same size/age and she feels comfortable there. 

BUT... that's not really an option right now. Why? you ask... well, like I said the other day, we don't plan on telling our families that we are having a baby, until we actually have a baby so that means Zo needs someplace else to stay... the only question? Where the heck can she go? She's not the type of dog we can just leave home and have someone check in on her. Especially right now with how emotional and distraught she is over what is going on. Leaving her alone would stress the crap out of her.

We have some amazing friends who have offered to take her... but I feel bad letting them do that. They have a 3-month old baby, who Zoey wants to lick to death. Zoey loves "the baby"... but love in her mind is synonymous with getting in your face and kissing you forever and evers. I don't want them to have to deal with the clingy-puppy-trying-to-smother-our-baby situation. We don't have any neighbors that we are close enough with and/or trust enough to take our little dog while we're gone.

So where can she go?

Both my mom and Drew's mom have offered... but again there is the whole "not wanting people to know" thing until after. I debate about leaving her alone for the first 6-7 hours and THEN having someone come get her, but that just seems mean to rush out on her, which i know will upset her, and then leave her alone for hours.

What to do, what to do?  

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

I'm sorry... but I'm not REALLY sorry...

I am a rather private person.

I just started laughing at the irony of writing that statement on a blog I use to share my life with, oh, everyone in the world.

Ok... let me restate that. I like to be able to choose what I share with people. Better? Pregnancy has been one of those things where I've struggled with how much to share. Granted, I've shared a LOT on this blog. My worries, my fears, my excitement, and especially my complaints. But doing so has really been about me. I'm selfish like that. Venting here is my outlet, where I can say what I want. And sure, people can comment, but if I don't like what they say I have the power to delete them (muh-hahahaha)

Real life people? I can't really delete. 

I guess where I'm (trying) to go with this, in a roundabout off-topic manner, is that I want to have the right to decide how much of my labor/birth/new baby I want to share with the world. And I don't feel like I have that right.

This post is probably going to piss off a couple of people in my life... but I have to say it. I don't want you there when I give birth. Any of you. I'm not even sure I really want Drew there, but since he participated in this whole "creating a human being" thing, he has to be there... but that's it. I don't want friends or family in the room... I don't even want you down the hall waiting around. Hell, I don't even want you to know that we're IN labor when it happens. 

I'm being selfish again, but this is about me. My family. My life-changing event. I want to be able to walk around the labor floor and not have people in the waiting room watching and asking how we're doing. I want to say what I want and do what I need to do in that labor room without worrying. I want to have those first couple of hours with just my husband and our new baby. Those first moments when we become a family, are ours and I'll be damned if I'm going to share them with anyone.

But there's the guilt. The family members who want to be called the moment we think something is happening. The friends who want to visit "first". I get it, I know they mean well and their desires come from love and wanting to share in such a momentous occasion... and that kills me. It would be one thing if they were just being nosy and intrusive... but the fact that I'm going to hurt their feelings by not calling until AFTER I've had time alone with my baby... makes me feel like a bad person.

This has been eating me alive for weeks now. And as her impending birth gets closer and closer, it has caused me a lot of agony. I have to choose between doing what feels right for me and my family... and hurting those that I love. It's a rough choice, and one that won't have a good outcome either way. Granted, I've chosen, and those friends and family members have lost, because I think that bonding time with Drew and Fynn and me is just too important to lose... but I feel guilty... and I know that guilt is not going to go away. 

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

How can people afford more than one of these? Or even just the one???

Hi, um, did you know babies are expensive?

What the freak?!? Even with all the amazing, generous and thoughtful gifts, we've been spending out the wazoo (sidenote, what the heck IS a wazoo? or did I just make that up?) trying to prep. To be honest, not all of it is because of her, but we're rushing to get it because she is coming. 

Example? A new couch. We bought one Sunday night because our current 2 are hand-me-downs that were in rough shape to begin with and have only gotten rougher. I'll probably blog about it when we get the new set on Thursday, but we felt like we really needed a new couch because so many people are going to be visiting our house in the next few weeks and we are deeply ashamed of our current configuration. 1) the dog has scratched the hell out of one of them. 2) the other smells, because as Zoey has adjusted to the impending arrival of her baby sister she decided she needed to, ahem, mark her territory. While we've washed, scrubbed and Febreezed the crap out of it, it still smells rather musty and... unpleasant. Drew claims it's just my preggo super-smell, but it's still nasty. So we ponied up the other night and bought a beautiful new couch, loveseat, and ottoman... ka-ching.

Then there's a camera. We currently have a 5-year-old Olympus which has served us well these past few years... but it's on it's last leg. The lens is a little scratched and I know we would hate ourselves if we missed out on amazing pix of our little baby girl... so we're looking into cameras. Any suggestions for something affordable that will get us great pix of our baby? Or anyone out there want to give me one? Please :)

Next comes the truck. I mentioned before that Drew sold his truck because it was an extended cab, so the backseat wasn't quite big enough for a carseat to fit comfortably. Not to mention that the beast rode like a freaking tank and made me feel like a bobble head while riding in it. No way was Fynn going to take a ride on that death-mobile. We've gone a few weeks now just sharing my car (and we borrowed my dad's truck for the last week or so) but that's just not going to fly much longer. The other day Drew bought a new (to us) truck. He can't pick it up for another week and a half... but there goes some more cash out the window.

Not to mention the baby stuff. While we got a TON of amazing baby items from friends, family, and loved ones... we were still short a few things... like a stroller, and a cosleeper... that stuff adds up.

All this is ON TOP OF the usual expenses; groceries, loan payments, car payment, the mortgage, etc... and holy crappo if feels like all we do lately is spend spend spend. It's nuts! 

So how do people do this? Did we just do it wrong? Should we have been buying little by little for the past months/years? Should we not care about stuff like a camera and couch? Or was this all an unavoidable piece of the whole "creating a human being" package?

I would like to think that the spending will settle down once Fynn is here and we've taken care all of all this stuff... but the realist in me knows that having the baby is only the beginning of the hemorrhaging money scene.

::Sigh:: Why didn't I marry a millionaire? 

One Lovely Blog Award

Miss Brittany, over at First Comes Love, sent me this lovely award the other day:

She's so sweet!

The One Lovely Blog Award is a "pay it forward" kind of way to recognize your favorite blogs.


1. Post the award logo on your blog and link back to the person who nominated you.
2. Tell seven things about yourself.
3. Nominate up to 15 additional bloggers who you think deserve the award.
4. Post a comment on the blog of each nominee to tell them him/her they have been nominated.

Seven things about me:
  1. Oh hey, did you know that I'm pregnant? No? ... weird.
  2. I'm obsessed with all things pink. Thank goodness we're having a girl, and I have a hubby who deals with it. He even loves me enough that he wore pink in our wedding. 
  3. Speaking of the is our 3 year anniversary... how crazy is that?!?!
  4. My favorite number is 26. Wanna know why? Good! Well, Drew and I started dating on 10/26/02. We got engaged on 12/26/07 and we were married on 6/26/02. Clearly the 26th is a significant date for us... now if this little girl were born today, our circle of 26's would be complete. 
  5. I'm naming my daughter Fynn... and my favorite part, is the look people give me when I spell it. I love how unique/odd it is... she's probably going to hate me when she's older
  6. I treat my dog like she's human... because she is to me. She's totally my first baby and I love her more than I could ever express... though I do tend to express it on my blog quite a bit
  7. I secretly (I guess it's not really a secret now) want to be a runner... but I'm just too lazy. I'm hoping to start running after Fynn is born and am considering entering a 5K to help me motivate myself... anyone in Southern Maine want to be my running partner this fall?
Cassie @ Two in Diapers
Jessica @ You Are My Color
Katie @ Loves of Life

Go check out these lovely ladies. They're awesome! 

Monday, June 25, 2012

Pssst... I forgot to mention...

I'm being featured today over at Double the Fun's Monday's Mama feature... you should probably go check it out! 

No really, go! 

Nesting: I'm over this crap.

I am NOT an organized person. In my life things are scattered, out of place and end up where they end up... but this whole nesting thing? Yeah, it's got me acting like someone different. While I like that it's keeping me busy and occupied... it's kinda obnoxious. So here goes, a day in the life of my nesting: 


On this same day I also:
  • organized the coupons... by date
  • cleaned out another drawer (forgot to take pix though)
  • baked a cake (mostly cause I wanted chocolate)
  • cleaned out 3 boxes of junk from one of our closests
  • did the dishes
  • registered 6 or 7 baby products
  • blogged

Who is this crazy person who's getting all this crap done? 

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Sunday Social

Sunday Social

What is your all-time favorite song?
"Then" by Brad Paisley. It's our wedding song and every time I hear it, it brings me back to the summer we were married. I'm pretty sure it's Fynn's favorite song too, because when I play music to my belly she wiggles around in there during that whole song. 

What is your favorite singer/band?
It tends to change a lot, but right now my fav is Lady Antebellum. Love their music! 

What is your theme song/song that best describes your life?
No idea, I'm bad at stuff like thing and can never think of a song that "fits". Any suggestions? 

What songs put you in a good mood?
Anything positive and upbeat. If I can sing and/or dance to it then it tends to brighten my day. 

What is your favorite road-trip music?
Random mixes. When I'm in the car for awhile I like to listen to a lot of different things so I don't get bored. Everything from twangy country to teeny-bopper pop tends to find it's way on my road trip playlists... and currently on my playlist for my labor music to take to the hospital. 

What song are you embarrassed to admit you love?
I'm currently embarrassingly in love with "Call Me Maybe". There's something about it, that while obnoxious and stupid... just gets stuck in my head and I can't stop singing it.

Saturday, June 23, 2012

37 Weeks

How far along:  37 weeks, this little girl is full term, and can come any day. No seriously Fynn, any day now! 

How big is baby?: My app says she's a chunky little watermelon this week. 19-22 inches in length and 6 1/2 pounds. In actuality though, she's smaller than that. We're going to see how big she really is on Wednesday. 

Total weight gain: I gained another pound this week, which isn't surprising since I'm constantly starving these days. My total is 31 pounds. The doctor asked me yesterday where I'm hiding this baby since she seems to be growing, but i'm not getting as big as I should (which I take as both a compliment and a lie), so we're going to do another growth scan on Wednesday to get a peek at Miss. Fynn... and triple-check that she is a Miss. since my sister had a dream the other day that I had a baby and it was a boy. Though I'm reasonably sure that Fynn really is a girl, some reassurance never hurts! 

Maternity clothes: VACATION!!!! Which means I pretty much wear whatever I want. A couple of days this week? Gym shorts and a tank top :) Granted, if I have to look halfway decent, it's quite the challenge to find anything that fits, but those days are few and far between, so I'm cool with my slacker outfits these days. This weeks pix were brought to you by the baby shower my amazing coworkers threw me on Thursday night. Only day this week where I really got dressed-dressed. 

Best moment of the week:
 During our appointment yesterday the doctor said that I am already almost 4 cm dilated. Now, I know that it pretty much means nothing cause I could walk around for 4 more weeks at 4 cm, or I could go into labor any minute. Last night, for some reason, I was convinced that I was going to go into labor that night. I told Drew which kind of sent him into panic mode and we quickly cleaned out my car, vacumned it and installed the carseat. Sweet, one more thing off our to-do list. He also promised this morning that he is going to pack his hospital bag tonight... I'll believe it when I see it. 

Food cravings: Thirsty all the time. Hungry all the time. Craving a lot of chocolate which isn't doing much to help my heartburn. 

Food aversions: chicken is still nasty to me. 

Symptoms: Ugh, the usual. The heartburn is horrendous. Tried some new meds this week, which actually made it worse. Got a prescription Friday for some stronger stuff, but my insurance company, the pharmacy and my doctor's office worked together to eff that one up, so I have to wait until Monday to get the new drugs. Boo. I get tired soooo easily these days, which makes me feel like a fat lazy bum as I take a nap everyday. Not sleeping much at night anymore, but being able to nap during the day helps. With all the heat and humidity, anytime spent outside results and lovely sausage legs and feet. It's beautiful. Walking causes pretty much constant contractions and this lovely electric-shock feeling pain that I am assuming is her head bouncing on my cervix. Creepy, but really cool to know that she's that ready. 

Movement: Little girl hiccups a lot still. Lots of swirly rolls going down. She's big enough now that my entire belly moves when she does. I love watching it! I've started to think about how weird it's going to be to NOT have her moving around inside me. Sometimes when she moves my belly gets these odd angles and points to it. I guess that's a good sign that she's getting nice and big in there. 

Gender: My little girl! 

What I'm looking forward to: This little girl being here! I feel like it is so close, but I still have to wait. Waiting is hard, but waiting for an unknown moment is even harder. Not knowing the day or even week that she will arrive makes the waiting even harder. 

What I miss: The usual. My body, booze, energy, sleep, all those things that pregnancy has taken from me. 

Next appointment: Wednesday... this whole going every week thing is crazy! 

Friday, June 22, 2012

Dear Fynn/OB Update


Dear Fynn,

I am SO sorry I doubted you this morning. I assumed that you were going to be a stubborn baby and refuse to come out until a week after your due date. After our doctor's appointment this morning I see how wrong I was. Your already "in position" and I'm dilated almost 4 centimeters... clearly you're upholding your end of the deal here, keep up the good work baby girl! I expect to see you in a week, two max. Please don't use this letter as an excuse to become complacent and hold off on progress, we want you out. And by we, I mean me... your mom, the one who controls your destiny, snacks and playdates for many many years to come. 

Your apologetic and grateful Mama.

Friday Letters

Dear Fynn,

Any day now... seriously. I love you and all, but as of tomorrow you're full term and I want you OUT. I want to hold you in my arms... and to be able to see my feet again.

Your tired, achy, fat Mama

Dear Zoey,
You're a bum! I've never seen a dog sleep as much as you do, and you're making me lazy(er). Do me a favor and ask for more walks during the day or demand I play with you... or at least acknowledge that you are indeed alive. I love our snuggle sessions, but even even when I'm up doing something, you're sleeping again! 

Puppy you're making Mama tired

Dear SAHaM self (Stay At Home almost-Mom),

Cut it with the 2-3 hour naps. Yeah, you're tired, but just cause the dog sleeps all day doesn't mean that you need to. Get something done in these last few weeks before the alien shows up and makes it impossible for you to do anything!

That little (teeny-tiny) part of you that's motivated to be productive

Thursday, June 21, 2012

That dream I had

Not too long ago I had this dream that we had Fynn and she was beautiful and perfect and labor was easy (remember, this was a dream). About 2 weeks later (in my dream) I was sitting there with Drew and I realized that we hadn't fed the baby... in like 2 weeks. Given my recent track record with plants, that realization should have worried me. Instead, I just shrugged and vowed to feed the baby "sometime soon"

Should I be worried? 

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

The Nest: Version 2.0

If you remember from before, for awhile there I was sleeping in a little nest on the floor of our bedroom.

Those days are over. Now, I have a new (and greatly improved!) nest: 

Yup, still on the floor. But now I've at least got a mattress. And 100 pillows. And the dog, cause she's betrayed her daddy and joined me on the floor. People laugh when I tell them that I sleep on my own mattress, but honestly? I think it's only fair.

I wake up about 6 or 7 times a night to pee, roll over, adjust pillows or just try to get comfy. Add to that the fact that I need about 10 pillows to support my back/belly/legs/head etc, and it leads to a very space-consuming and disruptive bed. It's bad enough that I keep myself up half the night, the least I can do is make it easier for Drew to sleep through the night. Especially now, when I'm not working, but he still is. I can nap during the day if I sleep like crap at night, he doesn't have that option.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

I killed it

Remember last week... when I got that pretty new plant, and Drew predicted its eminent death?

Yeah, he was right. 

Rest in peace poor plant... you never stood a chance in my house.

Monday, June 18, 2012

Summer Guilt

Vacation has begun. School ended on Thursday, and I thought I would feel relieved, relaxed, and excited for an entire summer off.

Instead? I just feel guilty.

I'm not working this summer. This is the first summer since I've been old enough to have a summer job, that I haven't been working... and I feel like crap about it. Logistically I know it's the only practical way to do things. I get it. I'm 36 weeks pregnant. At the most I could hold down a summer job for 4 weeks this summer, and then have to leave. No one is going to hire someone this pregnant for just for weeks. I get that... but I feel like such a slacker. 

Until the baby arrives... I'm just a bum. I mean yeah, I'm getting stuff done around the house, spending some quality pre-baby time with Miss Zoey... but I'm not earning any money and that makes me feel like I'm not pulling my own weight around here. Which is stupid, since I'm still getting my biweekly paychecks from school, but we've always had my summer checks on top of it, and now we don't. 

This morning, as I watched Drew get ready for work, instead of feeling relieved that I could lay in bed a little longer, or that I didn't have to put on make up... I just felt guilty. Poor Drew had to head to work as usual... and I'm just going to chill around here for the next couple of weeks. My biggest plan this week? My OB appointment on Friday morning. Woo-hoo, exciting! 

My plan? Be as productive as possible. Yeah, I'm going to take extensive naps...just being awake these days is exhausting, but I'm going to do my best to get stuff done around the house. Cleaning, organizing, finishing thank you notes from my second baby shower... I'm just going to do all that I can to be busy and contribute.

But, I still feel guilty. 

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Sunday Social

Sunday Social
Favorite movie of all time?

The Notebook. I still cry every single time I watch it.

Favorite movie quote?

"Lame mom, not lamb" anyone know what movie that one's from?*

Best movie to watch for a girls night in?

Anything cheesy, romantic, and sappy. AKA, all the movies the hubby rolls his eyes during (even though I think he secretly likes most of them) 

Best breakup movie?

Does this mean movie about breaking up? Or movie to watch when you've just broken up? Meh, either way I've got nothing. 

Favorite celeb eye candy?

                                    Channing Tatem. No comment needed. 

Which movie stars closet would you want to raid?
Um, any, I'm not picky! Hell, doesn't even have to be a celeb, just someone with awesome, uber-expensive clothes that I would/could never in a million years own.

*Look Who's Talking. Classic movie from my childhood. My sister and I must have watched it a million times as kids, and our whole family still says that all the time. I haven't even seen it in like 10 years, but that quote still comes out a lot. 

Saturday, June 16, 2012

36 Weeks

How far along:  36 weeks. Holy crap y'all (sidenote: I so wish I was southern so I could legit say y'all. I guess I'll just have to stick with Mainah phrases, like "wicked") at the end of this week we will have reached full term. whenthehelldidthathappen?!?!?!

How big is baby?: I think my preggers app is broken, still says the size of a large cantaloupe... however the stats have changed and they say she is 19-22 inches and about 6 pounds... which I'm betting is a lie cause this little peanut is not 6 pounds yet. I'm hoping at my next appointment they can give me a better idea of how big she is. 

Total weight gain: This week I gained about 1 1/2 pounds. Bringing me to a grand total of (gulp) 30 pounds. OMGeez. I mean, I knew it was coming... but actually seeing that number on the scale made a little part of me die.

Maternity clothes: I has nothing!!! Seriously, this week it's like I've outgrown everything I own. Thank god it was the last week of school because I'm officially out of dress tops that are long enough. The next 4 weeks shall consist of t-shirts (which may be stolen from Drew), tank tops and baggy shorts. I, shall be a bum :) 

Best moment of the week:
 Last day of school Thursday. Though I feel awful about not working this summer, I'm finally going to be able to get some real rest and put my feet up. 

Food cravings: Still thirsty a lot. I've been craving a lot of sweets this week... which I may or may not have indulged in.

Food aversions: chicken is still nasty to me. 

Symptoms: More of the usual. A couple of nasty charley horses this week. I only get them early, early in the morning and they snap me out of sleep really painfully. Wednesday night I had this funky shooting pain in my right side. It felt like someone was stabbing me in the lungs and every time I tried to breathe it was way worse. After some stretching (and crying) the pain went away. Not to get TMI on y'all, but this week I've had some sharp, shooting pain in my crotch. It mostly happens when I'm on my feet too much. Speaking of which. Holy swollen-ness. My legs have been nasty swollen. My fingers look huge (I'm not even attempting to wear my rings now... I'm too afraid they'll get stuck and I'll have to get them cut off). Drew claims my face doesn't look swollen, but I feel like it is. 

Movement: Still lots of hiccups. What does that mean for when she's born? Do babies get upset when they have the hiccups? I hope not! I'm feeling fewer and fewer kicks, but way more bulges and nudges as she attempts to create space for herself. Just thinking about her running out of room in there makes me feel claustrophobic.  

Gender: A little girl. Though a reader commented on my what to pack post and recommended that I bring a unisex outfit to the hospital... just in case (gulp) However, we've seen Fynn twice on ultrasound and been adamantly assured that she is a she... but I still second third-guess a little. 

What I'm looking forward to: Being full term next Saturday. And then GETTING THIS BABY OUTTTTTTTT 

What I miss: Alcohol. An no, I'm not a big drinker. But there's something about an ice cold margarita or daiquiri that really makes it feel like summer. I know, I know, I could have a virgin one... but it's just not the same!

Next appointment: Next Friday! 

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Blog Star: Hi, I'm Amanda!

Hi, I'm Amanda. I am a twenty-five (yeah, I had to double check on that one. After 21, keeping track of years just kinda fell by the wayside) year old wife, teacher, puppy-mama and soon to be real-human mama. My blog tends to be like my life; chaotic, random, and entertaining... at least to myself.

This is Drew, my amazing husband of three years who has put up for me for the last ten years... which means he deserves a medal, or at least some kudos. This guy is amazing. Yeah, I'm a little biased, but for ten years now I have had him by my side supporting me, taking care of me, making fun of me and making me a better person (cue sappy music). 

This is Zoey, my fur-baby. She's 3, just like my marriage. Best wedding present EVER. She is loved rotten and one of the sweetest little pups you'll ever meet (even if I accidently gave her my baby name). I write a lot about cute/funny things she does.  

This is Fynnleigh. She's due to arrive on July 14th, but I'm hoping she'll debut a week or two early, cause this pregnancy stuff? Yeah, it's rough. Not sure if it's my "thing" but I'm loving it because it has brought my little girl (almost) into my life, and that makes it all worthwhile. I've blogged about her A LOT since finding out we were expecting in November, and I can't wait to keep sharing her with the world. 

So this is my blog. It tends to center on these three (well, and myself) and whatever else life brings our way. So please, come on back and join me. I love meeting new people and finding new blogs to read! 

Monday, June 11, 2012

What to pack

My mother-in-law asked me the other day whether Drew and I had our hospital bags packed yet... and then got this panicked look on her face when I told her "no". I guess the whole being 35 weeks pregnant thing makes people think that we should maybe be kinda ready if this little girl shows up early.

Bah-hahahaha ::gulp::

We KNOW we should have this shizz done. I mean Fynn could pop out any day now (and to be honest, with the way I've been feeling, I'd be kinda cool with it). IN MY DEFENSE, my 2nd shower was only Saturday, so part of why we were waiting was because we, well, need stuff. We were waiting to see what we got that we would need at the hospital rather than going out and buying it and then having someone else give it to us.

The other major reason, is that I have no idea what to bring! I've seen some lists, like this one over at the but being new to this whole birthing a human being thing means I don't really know what I need. What will I want in that moment (well, hours really)? What will I need? What will Drew need? What will Fynn need????

Help? Please?

Sunday, June 10, 2012

35 Weeks

A day late and with crappy pix. Clearly I'm on my A game

How far along: 35 weeks

How big is baby?: Fynn is the size of a large c antelope this week... which to me sounds smaller than the pineapple size she was supposed to be last week. 

Total weight gain: 

Maternity clothes: Long shirts, some maternity. Yoga pants and some maternity pants... basically whatever I can fit into on a given day. 

Best moment of the week:
 We put together our crib, glider, and put her name up on the wall in her room. I love getting things ready for her! 

Food cravings: No real cravings this week, but I'm thirsty all the time.

Food aversions: chicken

Symptoms: Really tired. Still sleeping like crap. After feeling good after my first two chiropractor appointments, I was really sore and uncomfortable after the last two. I've also gotten to the point where I have to get up at like 3:30 or 4 every morning to pee... not sure if I'm just drinking too much water close to bed, or if I've just reached that stage in pregnancy where I can't make it through the night. My feet/cankles are pretty swollen and my fingers are getting a little swollen too. I'm afraid to put my rings on right now because they might get stuck! 

Movement: Lots of hiccups still, in fact she has them right now. I find it really funny the way my stomach pops when she has them. She still squirms and wiggles a lot, but I can tell things are getting cramped for her in there. When I'm sitting up she feels so squished and gets really squirmy like she's shouting "Mom, help! The walls are caving in here!"  

Gender: A little girl. Fynnleigh, or Fynn as she is called most of the time. 

What I'm looking forward to: Finishing her room and my mother-in-laws shower today. More friends, more gifts for Fynn! 

What I miss: Sleep, my clothes, my old body... I miss it all. Ready. To. Be. Done. (but so not ready for her to actually be here) 

Next appointment: June 22nd. I just panicked a little because I checked my calendar to see when my next one was and saw that it was at 10am. I was all "crap, I'll have to take another half day off from work"... and then I remembered that school is out by then :) 

Sunday Social

Sunday Social

 How did you come up with your blog name?
I'm an egotistical self-centered.... yeah. It just seemed appropriate at the time when I was planning on it being all about me. Now, with baby Fynn on the way... I've been debating lately about whether I should change my name. I wouldn't want to change the URL, cause then I would lose all my lovely followers... any suggestions for a name change? 

What is your favorite thing about blogging?
That no one can shut me up. Granted, they can just not read it, but knowing I can write what I want when I want feels good. I love being able to vent and share what is going on in my life. I have also met some amazing people through blogging. I love the connections I've been able to meet. 

What is one thing you have discovered because of blogging and now can't live without?
Pinterest. After seeing some of the cool things other bloggers have done on Pinterest I decided to join, now I love it. Right now I'm obsessed with finding newborn photo ideas. Poor Fynn is going to have her picture taken soooo many times when she's tiny

Facebook or Twitter? and why?
I use both, but I don't like it up with my blog. I don't quite feel comfortable with everyone on Facebook being able to read my blog... which is weird, since I'm fine with complete strangers checking it out... yeah,  I'm weird. 

If one celeb read your blog who would you want it to be?
If anyone remotely famous and/or influential read this thing... that would be super cool. I would love for Ellen to become a follower and then have me on the show and give me a ton of cool stuff. That would be sweet. 

What is something you want people to know about your blog?
That it's me. I may not include everything in my life on the blog, mostly because that would offend some of my friends/family, but what I do write about I am honest about and open. I guess what I mean is that if you know me in real life, and then read my blog (or the other way around) you would totally be able to tell it's me. 

Friday, June 8, 2012

My Magic Pants

Every girl should have one piece of clothing, that just makes them feel awesome. For me, it's my black dress pants. I don't know why, and I don't know how, but they just always fit. Including, yup, at more than 8 months pregnant! I know, it blows my mind every time I put them on. Granted, with the warm weather now, I'm not wearing them as much as I was, but up until about a week ago I was wearing them to work at least once a week.

And they still look good! They were cheap, I think I got them on sale at Kohl's for about $15 more than a year ago. These bad boys are awesome. They make my not-so-skinny legs look a whole heck of a lot nicer.

The drawback? I can't find them again!!!! I've searched Kohl's, their website and the brand itself (Life+Style)... but no dice, they have disappeared.

So sad.

These magic pants better last forever, cause I'm wearing them until there's nothing left of them... and maybe a little longer. 

One of those nights.

It's 3:30 am... I've been up since 2

This sucks!

I laid in bed for more than an hour just hoping I could get comfortable and fall back asleep, but then I just gave up. So now I'm watching tv, catching up on my blog reading and stressing about how freaking tired I am going to be at work tomorrow.

Did I mention that this sucks?

On the plus side? This early am couch time let me see that Neely is doing ANOTHER awesome giveaway! This girl is amazing, and I don't know how she deos it, but she's always giving away sweet prizes. Granted, I never win... but maybe this time it will be different. She's giving away a beautiful tote from 31 Gifts. I want. It would make a sweet diaper bag! So here's to hoping that my luck will change, and I will win this awesome gift.

If not? Well, at least I can say I tried and found some way to occupy myself at 3:30 in the morning. I really can't wait for these next 5 weeks to fly by, loving this little life I'm creating, but I'm over the whole sharing my body thing. Sharing has really never been my thing.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

"I give it three days until you kill it"

I got this lovely Dahlia from a student today. And I was sooo excited. Because it's pretty, and pink.

And then I got in the car with Drew this afternoon (side note: Drew sold his truck last week, which means we're car-pooling to work everyday. Which is nice in that we get an extra 40 minutes together everyday, but sucks in that I have to stay at work late every night until he gets out) and he said "I give it 3 days until you kill it"

Ouch. Granted, I do kill plants*... but couldn't he have at least given me a week? I hope my black thumb can't kills something THAT quickly. 

This of course led to a whole conversation of plants I've killed in the past and my chances of keeping this baby alive. BUT, in my defense, I've kept the dog alive for three whole years now. AND? Babies tend to make a lot of noise before they kick the bucket. Plants? They just slowly wither and die in silence. How am I supposed to know they're suffering if they don't tell me? I'm not a mind reader! 

Hopefully this plant will survive for a little. Gardeners out there: am I supposed to plant this thing outside? How often should I water it? Does it need a lot of sunlight?

...this poor plant is doomed. 

* FYI, if you went back to that old post. The guilt plant is still (semi-) alive... I think. Actually I haven't checked on it in awhile. It's in the breezeway... Drew mentioned something about it needing to be watered. Last week. 
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