As I was sipping on this delicious drink two weeks ago, my Midwife informed me that I was at 29 weeks while I thought I was at week 28. Oops!
So, here I am today 2.5 weeks later at 30 weeks pregnant.
(please ignore that gross, smudgy mirror..I was simply too lazy to clean it)
It's so hard to believe that I have already reached my third trimester. It sometimes feels just like yesterday that I was popping in an afternoon movie for my boys because pure exhaustion had overwhelmed by body and the only cure was a power nap. Now here I am on the home stretch with all of my energy back and I am in full-blown nesting mode. My thoughts/dreams of this baby and when/how he/she will make his/her appearance are becoming more real and more exciting by the day.
The baby weighs about 3 lbs. and is the size of a cabbage. My midwife thinks the baby is in a perfect position at head down. This has to be true because the baby is constantly kicking me in my belly button. Jack and Owen had hiccups in utero constantly, but with baby I have not felt one hiccup...yet?! I am really gearing myself to have a water birth as that would be my ideal plan...I would love this so very much. However, I do understand that it's not always up to me and "my plan" may not happen.
1. Before I became a mother, I imagined and fantasized how many things would be in having my own children. I recently had an experience with Jack that was never part of those dreams, which made it even sweeter. My mom and I took Jack to see the movie, Big Miracle(really great..highly recommend). He sat in between us, grabbed our hands and held on tight for basically the entire movie. Every now and then, he would kiss our hands or caress our arms. My mom and I kept smiling at each other at this sweetness he was displaying. What a wonderful memory for all three of us!
2. The boys had their first sleepover (purely for fun..not for Grandma babysitting duty) with my mom a few weekends ago. I can't even explain how excited they were for this experience, so here is a (crappy) cell phone picture of them to show, all ready to head out to Grandma's house.
It was only one night and they insisted on two things...1. having their own suitcases and 2. that mommy definitely could not come along
3. As part of my kid's creative space, I made this state art to represent where each of them were born. It's super easy...blank canvas, paint, scrapbook paper and Modge Podge. I heart these big time! However, you can also find an awesome "I love my state" free download from The Vintage Lemon. Just find your state, print and add a heart to the city you love! There is even a map of the United States for you travelers or movers....a la this.
4. Jack told me tonight that when he gets big, he wants to be a:
Super Hero
Astronaut
Pilot
He plans on going to three different colleges at the same time, so he can learn to be all of these at the same time... you know, just in case the bottom may fall out of the Super Hero profession.
5. I have made this recipe for Apple Smothered Pork Chops twice in the past couple of weeks. It was good the first time and even better the second!
6. I can confirm that the Pear Gorgonzola Salad is awesome. We add a few craisins and croutons with the pears (fresh if I can find a ripe pear...canned if not) and gorgonzola cheese...yum! It has become our new side salad with dinner.
7. As I type this, the baby is kicking me right at my belly button and has been for the past 15 minutes. Can't wait to meet you, my sweet little baby!
I often tease the boys that I am going to give them a little shot that will stop them from getting big or getting another year older. They laugh at me and insist that they will get older and go off to college no matter what I do. Today, Owen had something Jack wanted. I overheard Jack tell Owen, "I'm going to give you a shot that will make you turn one year old again and make it so you can't be five like me Owen...so you better give that (fake dracula teeth) to me". Well, next thing I know, Owen is handing over the teeth. I guess he believes it when his brother teases him ; )
10. As a mother, a lover of babies and an owner of two dachsunds, this video gives me a good laugh each time I watch it. I think it will do the same for you!
Owen's new big-big Boy haircut. It wasn't what I had planned on doing, but I am so glad that it happened. He needed it and I love it! Owen does too because as he says, "Mommy, I have a haircut like Jack". He is getting so big right before my eyes.
The boys and I had a busy day. We went to Owen's school and brought flowers for his teachers and Valentine's Day treats for his friends. We then went to gymnastics open gym so they could burn off some energy. They burned off so much energy that they both barely touched their lunches. I caught them staring off into the distance a few times, which is always a sign of exhaustion. I was determined to stay busy today, so we forged on. They both got haircuts and we ended our day with a big, ole delicious Valentine treat from here(special day means special treat despite the no lunch situation). It was a delight to spend the day with my boys and hearing Owen say, "Happy Balentine's Day" to everyone we encountered made it extra sweet.
Jack's Valentine's Day Treats
Super Hero Suckers.
Would you expect anything else? I found these on Pinterest and here is the free Super Hero printable. I prepped all the parts (uffda!) and Jack helped me put them together (and surprisingly was kinda into it).
Owen's Valentine's Day Treats
Sorry about this horrible picture..when I went to take it I realized my camera battery was dead, so I had to use my phone.
Thanks to Michelle's pin, I found these adorable fish bowls. I bought the printables through the Etsy seller, PBJ and J and the Swedish Fish from Target. I already had the baggies from a previous project..sweet. Owen thought the "fishie tweets" were pretty neat. And I must say they were super duper easy to make.
Hope your day was a little Valentine's Day special!!
We have hit the three month mark! To break it down, my official due date is May 9th, so this means I have 3 months or 90 days or 2160 hours (all with an ~ish) until I get to meet this little baby cook'n away in my belly!
Week 27
Mommy and Owen
Photo by: Jack
I'm still feeling really good despite a few random leg cramps, belly itches (which a nightly rub of tummy butter has improved), one small episode of dizziness, and moments of feeling breathless when climbing the stairs a few times or doing housework. Minor stuff. I have not had any constant cravings, however I could eat here every single night for dinner if it were up to me. I guess that's a craving. Because we don't know the sex of this baby, I have not begun decorating the nursery, but I have lots of ideas. Despite this, I have a raging, full-blown case of The Nesties or Nesting Syndrome. I am going through this house like a mini-tornado has been let loose inside with its goal set to purge, organize and decorate every corner possible. A third baby on the way and the idea of much less time on my hands, has really kicked my butt into full-speed checking house projects off the never-ending "to do" list. I am starting to feel breathless again just thinking about it!
Thank goodness leggings are the rage these days, because I could wear these every.single.day. You see, my abnormally flat butt does not fare well with an expanding belly. It's very disproportionate. My maternity jeans are constantly falling down (uber annoying by the end of the day), hence the beauty of leggings. Oh and these long-sleeved T's(which I am wearing above) are amazing! I apologize in advance if you see me wearing them every encounter we have over the next three months as they are long enough to cover the bump while being super comfortable to boot! Love them.
I literally have 12+ bins of boy clothes, sizes ranging from newborn up to 5 years old. Plus with the 2 boys already, our house is boyified to the max. So, if we have a boy we are set! But, I have to admit, it is kinda fun to look at girl clothes and ponder the idea of having a daughter.
Only 2160 hours until we find out...sigh.
Several weeks before Owen turned 3 years old, we were constantly talking with him about how the time was coming for him to be done with his Nukie (aka pacifier). We would tell him that when he turned 3 years old, he would officially be a big boy and big boys don't have Nukies.
His birthday in January came and went, but the Nukie lingered. To be completely honest, it lingered only due to selfish reasons on our part. Even though we both knew taking away the Nukie was best for Owen, we were just nervous as to what this change would bring, for example, loss of naps. We got over that rather quickly because as I said, we needed to do what was/is best for the O-bubs. After hyping up the good-bye to Nukie all last week, we pulled it, pretty much cold turkey (is there any other way?!) on Saturday.
I was the more direct one and told Owen that because he is now 3 years old, he can no longer have his Nukie while Pat took the more indirect (for lack of a better word) route and told him that the Nukie Fairy came while he was sleeping and took them away. The Nukie Fairy idea seemed to resonate with Owen and made him more comfortable with this change. He has been talking about that Nukie Fairy a lot (sounds better than "My Mommy threw my precious Nukies in the garbage"). that Don't get me wrong, he also has been one sad puppy about this loss and has asked for it whenever his head hits his pillow, but after some consoling and cuddling he settles down. Kuddos to Patrick though, he is one great Daddy!
Thankfully, Owen still has his other two lovies to comfort him during this transition, which he has truly done fabulous with in the past two days. He has still napped and slept at night like the a champ...as if nothing has even changed. One thing that helps is singing to him and he requests a lot of singing. In particular, Leaving On Jet Plane has been sung by 'Moi' one billion times....he loves it so! Also, he has clung on this little soccer ball, which Pat has named Wilson. He sleeps and cuddles with Wilson and carries him around as much as he possibly can. Whatever works, right!?
This is what Owen's "smile" face currently looks like.
No, he's not in pain, he truly thinks he's smiling.
