Pretty much sums up what has been stuck in my head all week long...
30 days and counting.
P.S. - Gotta love that 80's style!
xoxo
30 days and counting.
P.S. - Gotta love that 80's style!
xoxo
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Baby Updates
35 days until D-day (aka: Delivery Day)
We are just about at that special time where I go to see the Dr. every single week. Good thing I like my doctor, because I'm seeing more of her than my actual friends.
Cookie's heart beat is strong and she is measuring on the larger side...but we figured that was normal since Mike is 6'3" and has freakishly long legs. I've really lucked out in this pregnancy so far and haven't had any complications. No anemia, gestational diabetes, etc. etc.
The only thing that freaked us (and I mean me) out in this pregnancy was the chance our daughter could have cystic fibrosis. Earlier in my pregnancy, the Dr. found that I have the recessive gene and made us talk to a Geneticist before having Mike tested so we could be prepared for the results.
Worst. Process. Ever!
Seriously people...you should test both parents first AND THEN talk to them about the results if it is relevant. I remember sitting in this cheerful woman's office at about 12 weeks pregnant, having her explain that if Mike has the recessive gene, then that means our baby has a 25% chance of having cystic fibrosis and resulting in premature death or a necessary lung transplant at age 20 if she even makes it that far.
I mean...do they not expect the pregnant woman to cry at this point in the "little chat"?
Oh, and the results of Mike's test would take 2 weeks.
...two weeks of pure hell for me. I was a mess!
Apparently Mike has WAY more faith than I do, because while he was calm as a cucumber, I was researching every scrap of info I could find on the disease and seriously trying to find a way to put Cookie on a transplant list before she was even born.
This is why Mike is perfect for me...he's the calm one.
But it turned out Mike didn't have the recessive gene and all my worry was in vain, but I guess that is just what moms do.
But I've been so grateful for an easy pregnancy (besides the 1st trimester), and here's hoping that luck carries over into the delivery.
Or maybe that luck is just called an epidural.
So, because I come from a long line of worry-warts or otherwise known as Preparers, I've washed all her clothes, packed the hospital bags, taken all the relevant classes and we are even taking a tour of the labor and delivery wing of the hospital tonight where we preregister for birth by filling out all the paper work ahead of time.
I thought this uber preparedness was genius on my hospital's part because I'm pretty sure I will NOT be a willing participant in helping Mike fill out the necessary forms while having contractions.
And in 5 days, the Final Countdown begins!!
xoxo
We are just about at that special time where I go to see the Dr. every single week. Good thing I like my doctor, because I'm seeing more of her than my actual friends.
Cookie's heart beat is strong and she is measuring on the larger side...but we figured that was normal since Mike is 6'3" and has freakishly long legs. I've really lucked out in this pregnancy so far and haven't had any complications. No anemia, gestational diabetes, etc. etc.
The only thing that freaked us (and I mean me) out in this pregnancy was the chance our daughter could have cystic fibrosis. Earlier in my pregnancy, the Dr. found that I have the recessive gene and made us talk to a Geneticist before having Mike tested so we could be prepared for the results.
Worst. Process. Ever!
Seriously people...you should test both parents first AND THEN talk to them about the results if it is relevant. I remember sitting in this cheerful woman's office at about 12 weeks pregnant, having her explain that if Mike has the recessive gene, then that means our baby has a 25% chance of having cystic fibrosis and resulting in premature death or a necessary lung transplant at age 20 if she even makes it that far.
I mean...do they not expect the pregnant woman to cry at this point in the "little chat"?
Oh, and the results of Mike's test would take 2 weeks.
...two weeks of pure hell for me. I was a mess!
Apparently Mike has WAY more faith than I do, because while he was calm as a cucumber, I was researching every scrap of info I could find on the disease and seriously trying to find a way to put Cookie on a transplant list before she was even born.
This is why Mike is perfect for me...he's the calm one.
But it turned out Mike didn't have the recessive gene and all my worry was in vain, but I guess that is just what moms do.
But I've been so grateful for an easy pregnancy (besides the 1st trimester), and here's hoping that luck carries over into the delivery.
Or maybe that luck is just called an epidural.
So, because I come from a long line of worry-warts or otherwise known as Preparers, I've washed all her clothes, packed the hospital bags, taken all the relevant classes and we are even taking a tour of the labor and delivery wing of the hospital tonight where we preregister for birth by filling out all the paper work ahead of time.
I thought this uber preparedness was genius on my hospital's part because I'm pretty sure I will NOT be a willing participant in helping Mike fill out the necessary forms while having contractions.
And in 5 days, the Final Countdown begins!!
xoxo
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Who I Want to Be
There have been many extraordinary people that have influenced my life and the select few I truly look up to and hope to be like, but none come close to my mom.
I've been proud to realize I have some of her qualities and traits.
I have her laugh ... that uncontrollable, hard to breath laugh,
I have her phone voice, some of her mannerisms when I'm teaching, her silliness, her smile and her blue eyes.
(There are many more traits, but we'll just highlight those for now)
Most of the advice I gave to my Young Women who were struggling has come from her. Most of the times I've been frustrated or sad, the advice I give myself is from her. Most of the times I've served someone in need, I think of her example.
And every time I think of holding my own daughter and giving her kisses, hugs and all the love I can give, I think of my mom.
I've been proud to realize I have some of her qualities and traits.
I have her laugh ... that uncontrollable, hard to breath laugh,
I have her phone voice, some of her mannerisms when I'm teaching, her silliness, her smile and her blue eyes.
(There are many more traits, but we'll just highlight those for now)
Most of the advice I gave to my Young Women who were struggling has come from her. Most of the times I've been frustrated or sad, the advice I give myself is from her. Most of the times I've served someone in need, I think of her example.
And every time I think of holding my own daughter and giving her kisses, hugs and all the love I can give, I think of my mom.
We didn't have the typical family dynamic growing up, but the one thing I regret in my life was being a teenaged-brat to her when I was cranky or frustrated. My mom sacrificed what she wanted to help and heal others. And looking back, her example has been the best life lesson I've ever had. I look at her and see such a strong, hard-working, loving woman that I hope to be one day.
I love that I have more time to get to know her as I move into the mom phase. Her advice and guidance has helped me through this pregnancy and it's been so amazing to sit and talk to her about motherhood with a different perspective than I had before.
And knowing that I'm lucky to have her as my mom, Cookie is going to be extra lucky to have her as a grandma!
So Mom, when you are reading this post (because I know you are my biggest blog fan), know that I love you, more and more each day and I'm so very grateful to have you by my side as a coach and a best friend.
Love you!
xoxo
Friday, May 11, 2012
Slightly Uncomfortable
The countdown has officially begun! We have 46 days left until our Cookie is done baking.
And let me tell you, I'm ready!
Sure I have anxiety about being a mom, or weird pregnancy dreams that I'll lose her or drop her which doesn't help with the anxiety...but boy, am I ready to not be pregnant any more. Don't get me wrong, I love being pregnant and I'm enjoying every moment I can, but motherhood is just one sacrifice after another I've noticed...and I'm technically not even a mom yet.
I had the best dream last night that I was actually able to sleep on my stomach and see my feet while standing.
*Sigh* ...one day.
On the bright side, we are still tickled pink every time we feel Cookie's big kicks, so it's worth it. I've grown fond of the kicks she gives me right before bed. I've learned to put my stomach against Mike so he gets a small sense of what it feels like. He is still amazed how hard Cookie can kick. I think she is just showing off for Daddy.
We are also starting some of our parenting classes next week which I'm hoping calms my anxious side and helps the uber excited side to come out more.
Below are just some pictures from my phone showing me slightly ornery, proof from my What to Expect When Expecting book that my crankiness is justified, and then lastly, Mike and I playing Donkey Kong together on our old Super Nintendo for Family Night.
Just a glimpse into our day-to-day.
And let me tell you, I'm ready!
Sure I have anxiety about being a mom, or weird pregnancy dreams that I'll lose her or drop her which doesn't help with the anxiety...but boy, am I ready to not be pregnant any more. Don't get me wrong, I love being pregnant and I'm enjoying every moment I can, but motherhood is just one sacrifice after another I've noticed...and I'm technically not even a mom yet.
I had the best dream last night that I was actually able to sleep on my stomach and see my feet while standing.
*Sigh* ...one day.
On the bright side, we are still tickled pink every time we feel Cookie's big kicks, so it's worth it. I've grown fond of the kicks she gives me right before bed. I've learned to put my stomach against Mike so he gets a small sense of what it feels like. He is still amazed how hard Cookie can kick. I think she is just showing off for Daddy.
We are also starting some of our parenting classes next week which I'm hoping calms my anxious side and helps the uber excited side to come out more.
Below are just some pictures from my phone showing me slightly ornery, proof from my What to Expect When Expecting book that my crankiness is justified, and then lastly, Mike and I playing Donkey Kong together on our old Super Nintendo for Family Night.
Just a glimpse into our day-to-day.
xoxo
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