Last weekend we had a yard sale. It's amazing how much fun it can be to purge junk. We basically spent a beautiful day in our backyard (our neighborhood rules don't allow yard sales in front yards--I can't complain. I don't want to look at everyone else's junk all summer long) and let other people pay us to haul off our old stuff. Well, for the most part they hauled it off. Casey did deliver a few pieces of furniture to people who didn't have the means to transport it themselves. We were pretty anxious to be rid of it, so it seemed a small price to pay.
Now the back bedroom/future nursery is desk-less, chair-less, and bookshelf-less, leaving plenty of room for the baby stuff that is already piling up back there. I am tossing around lots of decorating ideas in my head, but so far, nothing has been done about it. I'm hoping I have as much time as I envision once school is out in just four short weeks!
This past Tuesday, I finished my second (of two) grad class for this semester with a research presentation on parenting gifted kids. With only two classes remaining between me and my master's degree, I can almost taste the end. Now to finish those two classes before Baby Girl decides she is no longer comfy in her current home and wants to join us. I should have enough time, assuming she stays on schedule, but as I already mentioned, I also have some other plans for the weeks of summer prior to baby's arrival. Oh, which reminds me, I really need to get to making some sub plans for this fall. Even though my six weeks paid maternity leave from school will only get me through the second week of the new school year (assuming she comes on her due date--or round about that time), I am planning to take the whole first quarter to stay home, which will give me and the little gal about 3 months to adjust to life together before I become a working mom.
I thought I was having contractions on Wednesday, but it turns out that my tummy just feels tight because, well, everything is packed in there pretty tightly at this point. And the pain I thought I had was just more (I've had my decent share of it already) round ligament pain, otherwise known as "growing pains." Everything is just expanding, and it's not all that comfortable. Who would have thought? :)
Lucky for me, I also had my 27 week, 4 day appointment on Wednesday, so I could get some peace of mind about the "contractions" I thought I was having. Baby Girl's heart beat is still strong (and still makes my heart skip a beat to hear it!) and I am measuring somewhere between 27-28 cm. Just right for the 27-28 week mark. Not much else to report. Pregnancy doctor's appointments are pretty boring.
You know what's not boring? Watching my belly ripple, jump, and roll as our little girl tests out those muscles and practices some cartwheels. It never gets old. I think I could sit contentedly in a chair all day long with my hand on my belly and just soak up all of her movements. I can feel her little bony butt pressing against my tummy and then moving one way or another as I rub the place where I feel her move. She likes to hang out on the right side mostly. I read somewhere that babies who hang out on the right side cause mamas back labor when the time comes. Here's hoping that's just a myth!
Friday, April 27, 2012
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Rain, Rocks, Registries, and Reading
I'm only writing this post because 1. I'm determined to keep up blogging, even when I have nothing to write and 2. I'm going stir crazy after being home for the third day in a row (combination of a nasty cold--geez, it's like my immune system is suppressed or something; it just won't go away!--and rainy April showers).
Recently in my life...
Last weekend was my birthday. My husband gave me the best birthday birthday a pregnant woman could ask for. We went rock-hunting Friday night so that we could add some rocks to our garden, per my request. Then, we bought new bedroom furniture and a new couch, thanks to my nesting and Casey's side job. Saturday, we relaxed for most of the day and then went to Olive Garden for dinner (I can't eat enough pasta these days) and picked up our new furniture. Now to get rid of all the old stuff in our yard sale next weekend and I will be a happy lady. I'm excited to get to work on the baby room, but I am waiting until we purge all of our junk.
Throughout the last week, we spent time sprucing up our garden: adding our new rocks, filling our giant flower pot, and splitting some hostas to move to new locations. Casey has been a champ working on my honey-do list, despite his side jobs, the extra work he has been doing, and keeping up with all of my pregnancy wishes.
We also knocked another big "To Do" off the list by getting our registry done. You might think that this would be a fun task, but it was not one that I was looking forward to. I was, in fact, actually dreading the process. The whole idea was just too overwhelming to me. For one, I'm not a big shopper; strike one. Two, I have never been a mom before, nor had a baby; how am I supposed to know what I/she will need? Strike two. Third, I'm pregnant, which means I tire easily and have less patience than in normal circumstances; strike three. Turns out it wasn't so bad--probably in part because I had very low expectations, and in part because I had some great friends to give me lots of good advice prior to the experience. And now it's done, and I don't feel nearly as stressed about it. It's even kind of fun to go back and look at our list online.
As for Bonza, she continues to do well. I spent this morning reading to her in the rocker while she kicked in response. I am 26 weeks now; only 2 weeks left in the glorious second trimester. I'm starting to feel "big"--things like getting out of bed and bending over to tie my shoes are no longer flippant motions. They require a conscious telling of my body what to do. But I still feel great (aside from this darn cold). I am running when I can, eating all I can :), resting all I can (which has been too much for my taste, as of late), and growing this little girl bigger and bigger. 14 to go.
Recently in my life...
Last weekend was my birthday. My husband gave me the best birthday birthday a pregnant woman could ask for. We went rock-hunting Friday night so that we could add some rocks to our garden, per my request. Then, we bought new bedroom furniture and a new couch, thanks to my nesting and Casey's side job. Saturday, we relaxed for most of the day and then went to Olive Garden for dinner (I can't eat enough pasta these days) and picked up our new furniture. Now to get rid of all the old stuff in our yard sale next weekend and I will be a happy lady. I'm excited to get to work on the baby room, but I am waiting until we purge all of our junk.
Throughout the last week, we spent time sprucing up our garden: adding our new rocks, filling our giant flower pot, and splitting some hostas to move to new locations. Casey has been a champ working on my honey-do list, despite his side jobs, the extra work he has been doing, and keeping up with all of my pregnancy wishes.
We also knocked another big "To Do" off the list by getting our registry done. You might think that this would be a fun task, but it was not one that I was looking forward to. I was, in fact, actually dreading the process. The whole idea was just too overwhelming to me. For one, I'm not a big shopper; strike one. Two, I have never been a mom before, nor had a baby; how am I supposed to know what I/she will need? Strike two. Third, I'm pregnant, which means I tire easily and have less patience than in normal circumstances; strike three. Turns out it wasn't so bad--probably in part because I had very low expectations, and in part because I had some great friends to give me lots of good advice prior to the experience. And now it's done, and I don't feel nearly as stressed about it. It's even kind of fun to go back and look at our list online.
As for Bonza, she continues to do well. I spent this morning reading to her in the rocker while she kicked in response. I am 26 weeks now; only 2 weeks left in the glorious second trimester. I'm starting to feel "big"--things like getting out of bed and bending over to tie my shoes are no longer flippant motions. They require a conscious telling of my body what to do. But I still feel great (aside from this darn cold). I am running when I can, eating all I can :), resting all I can (which has been too much for my taste, as of late), and growing this little girl bigger and bigger. 14 to go.
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