Friday, August 27, 2010

19 months, 36 weeks

1 month to go!!

36 Weeks

Oh, and I'm already 1cm dilated. And have been having contractions off and on for the past two days.

I've been nesting, also... Yet another sign labor is coming soon, right?! How cute is this little attic room for baby? Complete with owl accents as a tribute to the poor owl that met his maker the night we went to the hospital for early labor. Ha!

More later... I'm having a contraction and don't feel like blogging any more... sighhhhh

Friday, August 13, 2010

1.5 years, 8 months

34 Week Ultrasound
Growth Restriction Check

Big feet...

...big hands...

...big head

....and she's still a girl!

Guess what? There's no growth restriction. Yay! I have a theory about why I kept measuring small each week. Usually I have my appointments in the afternoon, after two meals, lots of fluids, and a bit of swelling. But the past two appointments were in the early morning, after a light breakfast and my belly hadn't had a chance to get big again. Plus, they make you lay flat on your back so all your guts and fat melt to the sides, making you not as big as if you were upright.

6 weeks until I'm a mommy of two under two...

Small Fry:
5 lbs, 4 oz
appox. 17 inches long
Practicing breathing (and hiccuping!)
She has hair (visible on the ultrasound). Hope it's blond!

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

81 Weeks, 34 Weeks

I've stopped and started this post about 4 times now! Not that it's controversial or troubling for me to write, I'm just too dang tired. Sunday night, I fell asleep at 9pm still in my work clothes, with my jewelry and hair and makeup still on, clutching my iPod while the TV and lights were blaring.

That. Tired.

It's hot here. Hotter than my where my parents live in North Carolina. No ocean breeze to cool you. At least we have air conditioning. Oh, thank God for AC. We don't pay for our electricity thanks to my husbands job, and our house is so old, that I feel the need (as a fat, pregnant, beast) to crank the AC. Some nights, down as low as 66 degrees.

Is that bad?

I know the hippies want us to use air sparingly and yah yah yah.... But I'm a FAT, PREGNANT BEAST WITH A LARGE, OVERHEATED HOUSE! With lots of cracks for the blazing winds to peek through and big windows for the blazing sun to shine through. No thanks.

On another note, Friday was our 5th wedding anniversary! Altogether, we've been a couple for 9 years in September, and have known each other for a total of 13 years. And for once, there were no tears on our anniversary, with only very minimal fighting. (Ha! You think I'm kidding. Every. Damn. Year.)

The night before, Spud and Tater Tot picked me up from work. It was late at night and Tot was already in her pajamas, bathed and ready for bed as soon as we came home. Spud said he wanted to give me my gift tonight, so I dashed into the bedroom to fill out my card for him and put his gift in a bag. Tot followed me to our room and was impatiently pounding on the door, waiting to give me my gifts, until Spud taught her to knock gently until I came out.

When I finally finished and opened the door, she got so excited, handed me my card, and said loudly, "Niiiicce! Hahaa!" She had given both of us a card that said, "Mom and Dad, I wanted to give you and exotic vacation with the sand in your toes and a drink in your hand.... But this was all I could afford on my budget." A tiny drink umbrella was taped to the inside and Tot's "signature" was all over the inside. Cute! She then handed me her present and I was surprised to see a Willow Tree figurine!

Quietly encircled by love I've learned, as a mother, sister, daughter, wife, that the communication of touch can be very healing, not only for the receiver but for the giver. Quietly is meant to be a very calming piece, especially for a mom. A lot of people think this piece is a mother with two boys, but I see it as either. (Actually, my models were two little girls with short hair!) - Susan Lordi

That makes #12 in my collection! Wow!

And Jeff's "gift" to me was a new set of wedding rings that I picked out and bought myself. Because, sometimes, that's just what you have to do! My original wedding ring is great and has served it's purpose, but it's an uncomfortable size 4.5 and was just a cheap, sterling silver band that is hard to match with any other ring. My original engagement ring was a beautiful 1.5 cttw solitaire with 3 accent stones on either side. It was also 2 sizes too big and dipped in white gold, making it unable to be sized. Eventually, the white gold wore off and left patches of yellow gold, copper lining, and white gold. Not pretty. I've been wearing another ring with just a few diamond chips in it, some of which have fallen out over the years. Not pretty either.

So I got new ones! A pretty antique-style, diamond cluster engagement ring and a small band with diamonds along the top. They're not fancy or horribly expensive, but special to me and now comfortable for me to wear. Also, not embarrassing for me either. I always hide my hands at work when women come in and buy giant diamond rings from me - something I would never be able to afford.

And Spud... oh Spud. His anniversary gift was a damn steal! A certain department store (that I don't work for) happens to give out cash vouchers when you spend so much in the store. So, I turned around and used the cash vouchers from my rings to get Spud....

A Keurig mini coffee maker with 10 free coffee pods.

He's in love all over again. Not with me. The coffee maker.

And since I didn't know we were doing "gifts" from Tater Tot like he did, a few days later I got him some more coffee pods and a little reusable plastic filter so you can put in your own coffee.

I hate to brag about these things, but it's about time that we had a nice anniversary with decent gifts. Each year we're horribly broke, stretched thin, working hard and we can hardly afford gifts for each other, much less cards. Sometimes he forgets. Sometimes he doesn't show initiative. This year - he was on point. Good job Spuddy.

Friday night we got a sitter and went to a local Italian restaurant called Niko's for dinner. I had Chicken Picata (lemon chicken with capers that I subtly pushed to the side, and pasta) and he had the Chicken Mare (anyone know how to make the accent over the 'e'? Anyways, it was chicken and giant shrimp with pasta and sauce). Ooh, don't forget the crab dip for the appetizer. I really have to start watching my seafood/mercury intake again.

Then, to top off a child-less evening, we went to the movies and saw..... a kid's movie.

Oh well. Toy Stoy 3 (not in 3-D, I hate wearing those glasses on top of my glasses!). It was available and short and got us home in time for the sitter. Not to mention, surprisingly good!

And, of course, it has Spud's favorite characters....

Thursday, August 5, 2010

18.5 months, 33 weeks

I've been featured as a guest poster at Well Rounded Birth Prep, written by a lovely childbirth educator, doula-in-training, and mom of 4, Sarah.

Yes, I just copied and pasted my birth story with Tater Tot, but it's available again on her blog. Please check it out along with the rest of her posts.

Thanks again Sarah!

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

18.5 months, 33 weeks

Guess what?

My lovely husband received two $100 vouchers from his grad school for a computer. He found the clearance aisle at Wal-Mart and picked me up a small, cute, ~purple~ Netbook for $50!! Wah-hoo!!

So now, I can update my blog a lot easier. For months, I've been using my iPod to check blogs and check my Facebook, but it's really not good for typing. Don't get me wrong - I love the iPod - but I've been wanting to blog consistently and it's a bit of an inconvenience to borrow Jeff's big ol'e computer, make sure he's not using it for work... blah blah blah.

This is tiny and cute and fits on my bedside table and it just waiting for me to blog every night....


I'll do my best.

Updates on the girls:

Small Fry - ~19inches, ~4.5 lbs, Size of a honeydew melon
50 days to go!!

Tater Tot - List of Baby Signs & Words
-Hat (Het)
-Father (Dada)
-Milk (Baba)
-Ball (Baww)
-Dog (Whoa Whoa)
-Kitten (Kitteh/ Ket)
-More (Moraw)
-Drink (Juice/Sippy)
-Diaper (Dia-doo)
-Pat (Uncle Pat and "to pat")

Words without signs
-Um-nums - Food, Snacks
-Dowa - Dora
-Daydo - Diego
-SpaBub - Spongebob
-Boos - Boots
-Daadoo - Swiper
-Maaa- Map
-BahPah - Back pack
-(b)Light - Lightswitch
-Niiiice - Nice

That's all I can think of now, but I'm sure I'll think of more! She understands more words than this and follows some commands (sometimes).

We're working on her pronunciation... :)

Sunday, August 1, 2010

84.5 Weeks, 32.5 Weeks

Mama, Tater Tot, & Small Fry
Go to North Carolina

(31.5 Weeks)

(Waiting in the airport for her very first plane ride. Checking Mama's text messages.)

(Just a few more minutes until we board! Still relatively calm and unbruised...)

(We finally made it to North Carolina! She's ready to hit the beach!)

(My little beach baby loved the sun, the sand, and the surf. I think, if I let her stay all day, she would love it. Just like her mama.)

(Grammy and Tot share a moment among the dunes on the beach.)

(Grampy and Grammy walk along the beach with a salty, sandy, happy baby.)

(Tot leaning over to touch a horseshoe crab at the NC Aquarium.)

Grampy's (Uncle Jicama's) 60th birthday party
L-R Mama Spud, Second Cousin Russet, Great Uncle Yukon, Second Cousin Cassava (holding Tater Tot), Grampy (holding Second Cousin Finn), Cousin Caribe, Grammy, Cousin-in-law Idaho, and Aunt Yammy

Once again, I hope you all appreciate the hard work that goes into a caption like that.

We returned a week later and I had my 32 week check-up the next morning in the city across the river. Once again, my belly is two weeks smaller than it should be. At 32 weeks, I'm 30 cm, so at my next appointment (34 weeks) we're going to do an ultrasound just to make sure Small Fry's growth is on track. Maybe I just make small-ish baby potatoes... (shrug)... who knows. But I'm tellin' ya one thing - I'm not inducing so my doctor can go get plastic surgery!!!

18 months, 31 weeks

(We learned a new skill)

Tot and Mommy got on a plane and went to visit Grammy and Grampy in North Carolina! It was scary and fun and a new experience and the most exhausting thing I've ever done in my entire life.
(On the first flight from Louisville to Charlotte, only partly sweaty)

I'll write more about our trip in the next posting. The week before, I had my 30 week check-up for Small Fry. Turns out, she's measuring at 28 cm for 30 weeks, about 2 weeks too small. The doctor isn't too worried yet, but I'm afraid we're going to have an "alleged" growth restriction problem like we did with Tater Tot. Another office visit (32 weeks) the day after we come back from North Carolina.

Small Fry:
16 inches
3.3 lbs
Size of 4 navel oranges

Tater Tot:
Her first plane ride!
Invents the word "Whoa-whoa's" which stands for "Woof woof's" or "Doggies"

17.5 months, 29 weeks

(Spud painting Tater Tot's toes red and blue for 4th of July)

He's such a good daddy. He paints his little girl's toes and clips her nails.
He combs her hair. He gives her a bath every night. He dresses her in clothes that may not exactly match.
He special orders decals for her $8 play kitchen that I bought from a yard sale. He arranges her play food according to freezer items, cans, and refrigerated foods even though she doesn't really care when she pulls them all out again.
He endures endless hours of Spongebob, although he secretly enjoys them. He uploads Baby Einstein videos for my iPod, "just in case" of a meltdown.
He watches her while he's supposed to be working during my prenatal visits so I don't have to struggle with her for hours in a waiting room.

He's a good daddy.
Love you Spudly.

Small Fry:
15 inches long
2.5 lbs
Size of a butternut squash

Tater Tot:
25 lbs