How big is Baby Girl? Baby Girl (formerly known as Woog) is the size of a banana. This week, the banana moves up to my favorite fruit (normally, I detest them).
How are you feeling? Pretty good today. The end of last week was awful, I had a conference at work and was up and down stairs nonstop. My poor body just gave out Friday night.
How's Tony feeling? Excited. Nervous. He revealed to me that he plans on driving very slowly (40 mph or less) all the way home from the hospital. We're giving birth in Indiana and live in Kentucky. I told him to take the surface streets.
News? We have a Level II Ultrasound next Friday to check on cysts on Baby Girl's brain. Also, we bought the crib (online) and the car seat (in store). Poor Tony. We drove all over Louisville searching for a Jenny Lind Crib, and eventually gave up, ordered it online, and promptly took naps. Crib shopping will wear a body out.
House projects? We finally got rid of the dusty, ugly roman shades in our living room for crisp white blinds. A large jumping spider was living in the roman shades. They immediately went in the garbage so I wouldn't have to deal with any other living creatures in them.
Cravings? Coke. Oh. My. Gosh. Thankfully, it made me sick today so I won't be having it anymore.
Are you showing? Board members have noticed. Glad to know I look pregnant and not fat.
*Why do I hate Bananas?* Well, my mom insisted on banana moon pies in our lunches. Try eating that every day for four years. Yech.
I always know that when I can't sleep, it's going to be a hard day, and today is no exception.
My husband has a staph infection on his leg, so that's worrying me greatly. Not only for my personal health, but for his. My pastor died a few years ago from MRSA. He had a burn on his neck from a fish fry, it got worse, and he contracted MRSA and passed away. So I'm doubly frightened for Tony. It's very small and he went to the doctor right away, so I have hope that things will be okay.
Pregnancy is hard. It's hard to watch myself get bigger, even though it's for such a great cause. It's hard to wear the same pair of pants two days in a row because you just don't have anything that fits. A skirt that used to be a bit too big now barely fits over your hips. And because I spent so much time finding something to wear, I didn't pack a lunch and I'll have to order in. It sucks to eat out SO MUCH because I get so hungry at the end of the day, I can't make the 30-40 minute commute home without eating.
It's bound to be better, right? I can't wait to feel sweet kicks from this little one. 11 days until I get to see him/her!
How big is Woog? Woog is the size of a rubber ducky!
How are you feeling? Elated! I felt Woog move! It feels like fingernails barely scratching the inside, so it tickles. I can't wait to tickle Woog back.
Wearing maternity clothes yet? Yes. I may need to think of another question to replace that one.
How's Tony feeling? He's starting to get more excited.
What about the gender? Three weeks until we know! May 13 is going to be a great day!
House projects? I need to finally buy paint, primer, and a new vent cover for Woog's room. We are replacing all of our vent covers with nice white ones (previously, they were painted over).
Nursery theme? Right now, it's woodland rainbows and butterflies. I wanted rainbows, Tony wanted butterflies (wildlife biologist right there).
Are you showing? Over the last week, Woog has made his/her presence known! Tony says it's like the bump appeared overnight.
As I learned the news of yesterday's bombings, my thoughts immediately went to the runners. The Loopsters*, my friends, who were there running. My friend David, a new runner, who lives and works in Boston. My cousin Sara, who was visiting a friend. Worried, so worried about all of them, and so relieved as each one checked in and let us know that they were okay.
I can't wrap my mind around this senseless tragedy. But in light of it is a determination to conquer the marathon, to make my way to Boston one day, and to remember those who were injured and lost. I refuse to be afraid, because that is what 'they' want. Woog and I will be walking 2.62 miles tonight for Boston. And one day, I will run 26.2 for Boston.
*Loopsters are runners who blog on Runner's World's "The Loop."
I'm Jamie. I love Jesus. I'm married to my best friend. I thank God every day for him. This blog is as random as the thoughts that float through my head, but I'm thrilled that you took the time to stop by!