I know the feeling

When I saw this picture...

I could completely relate since half the pictures I find on my camera is similar to this one...

Or this gem...

Lucky for him, he's such a cutie...

Going Crazy

So... we have 8 days left till our due date and I'm going a little stir-crazy!!

The waiting game is so cruel...SO. CRUEL.

xoxo

My Dad

Since I can remember, I've been a Daddy's Girl and very proud to be one. He is been my rock in my life and it's no wonder why he has been my hero since I can remember.

I've always been proud to hear that I'm like him in so many different ways since he is the kind of dad that drops everything and picks you up from school when you are sick, who spends hours sewing your poodle skirt for a school play, who listens to his little girl talk for hours and hours about absolutely nothing of importance and who teaches his kids the true meaning of this life.

This is the kind of Dad who showed up at a Maturation Seminar when his daughter is in 5th grade and a nurse talks all about the changes coming to our bodies called puberty. He was the only dad there, and at first I was so embarrassed, but he never showed how uncomfortable he was, he was just there to show his daughter he loved her and now it's one of my most cherished memories.

I love that I crinkle my nose when I smile like he does and that I have his sense of humor, passion, playfulness and his mannerisms. I love that I have his business sense and his fearlessness when talking to crowds. But most of all, I love when he shares his testimony, he tears up because I do the exact same thing because he taught me how the Spirit can speak to us.

In college, when I was dating or had my heart broken, I talked to him on the phone. All my roommates thought I was so weird to be sharing that sort of stuff with my dad, but I'd always reply, "He's my best friend and that's what you do with best friends."

My Dad has been by my side through every phase of my life and has been one of my biggest supporters and cheerleaders. He continues to teach me how to be a better person and is ever patient with me when I stumble.

I feel one of my biggest blessings in life has been my dad. Through heart-ache and frustrations, through triumphs and joy, he has been ever vigilant at my side. All in all, I am his buddy and that is one of the best titles I've had in my life.

So, Dad, when you are reading this post, know that I love you more than I can express and I am so honored to be your daughter.

Happy Father's Day!!

xoxo

Dad-to-Be

We are just 9 days away from making this guy a legit dad...

Isn't he a stud? The answer is yes!
Mike has been giving Cookie little lectures about coming out early, but I guess her current accommodations are just so amazing, she is content where she is at.
So, in true Dad-form, Mike has been nudging and trying to shake my belly a little to annoy her enough to come out early....hasn't worked yet.

But, as a cool treat for him, we finally put a flashlight to my belly and waited for Cookie to push back and move.
And she did not disappoint.
She rolled over, kicked the light 6 times in a row (which makes Mike think she for SURE is going to be his Tae Kwon Do buddy) and my favorite, she pushed her little bum out pretty far until I put my hand on bum and she pulled it back in.

...Just her way of making sure I'm still there.

9 days till we are official parents and the suspense is killin' us!

xoxo

Not Yet

For all those family members watching my blog and Facebook page like a hawk for updates...

No baby yet.

We have 18 days to go and my doctor has asked me to rest and not stress out.

(Hahaha...like she thinks my stress can just be turned off. Silly doctor.)

Also, I'll be posting pictures of our Southern California baby shower soon.

xoxo

Stuck in My Head

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

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