How big is Baby Girl? I'm officially smuggling a pumpkin in there, and I'm officially PAST DUE!
How are you feeling? Pretty good. Tired. Ready to meet this girl. I had a dream that she was born and was so beautiful that we cried because we were like, "WE MADE THIS!"
How's Tony feeling? Pretty good. Ready to meet his little girl.
News? Um...still pregnant.
House projects? We need to put the rest of the shelves in the closet. And I did some minor fixing of the nursery. Shhh, I stood on a chair and replaced drapery hardware. Don't tell Tony.
Cravings? Baked goods. Coke.
How's that belly button? I've forgotten what it used to look like when it was an innie.
Labor signs? The baby has dropped. I am having a few contractions but nothing timeable. Also, period type cramps, and I have periods where my vag hurts SO MUCH that I want to cry.
Baby girl, you are officially being given your eviction notice! 13 days until we have to induce, and I'd much rather not have to induce and meet you sooner rather than later. Please make your way to the exit in a safe and orderly fashion. And Lord, please help me to remember that these last days with just Tony are a precious gift that we won't see for the next 18+ years. We are ready, but we need to savor this time.
As I write this, I want you to fully understand the depths of my joy...IT'S MY LAST DAY OF WORK!!!! Maternity leave is here! Now all I'm waiting on is my little bundle to join us on the outside!!!!
How big is Baby Girl? Watermelon! She doesn't have much room in there.
How are you feeling? Tired. Sore. Tired. Did I mention that I was tired? Oh, and I thought I wouldn't be able to turn over last night because I was stuck to the sheets. STUCK TO THE SHEETS!!!! It was maddening.
How's Tony feeling? He's a little frightened about being a Dad. So I tell him to suck it up, because it's happening. This baby is coming out one way or another.
News? Nope. Well, our last childbirth class was last night.
House projects? We need to put the rest of the shelves in the closet. I don't foresee that happening unless I do it. I made a cake last night and proceeded to break BOTH OF MY MIXERS. They just died. It's awful.
Cravings? Baked goods. Coke.
How's that belly button? Out. Way out.
Labor signs? The baby has dropped. I feel like I have a bowling ball between my legs. I'm full on waddling. But still rocking my fabulous wedges and my wedding rings. Holla!
Awhile back, I pinned this tutorial on a nursing shawl. This past weekend, I bought a yard of purple jersey-knit fabric, and last night I decided I'd hemmed and hawed enough and I should just sew the darn thing. So I did.
The tutorial promised to be easy, and it was. You sew one line. BOOM, done.
This was my first time sewing with a knit fabric, and you know what? I'm not a fan right now. Maybe because I'm a hormonal mess of a pregnant woman and my vag hurts on the daily now. It was slippery. It was hard to figure out to cut it. I sewed my one line, and while it works, it's not what I wanted. The point of the shawl doesn't hang perfectly centered, and that bothers me. I used the neckline measurements given in the tutorial, but I don't think they work for me. I have broad shoulders, and this neckline is just too small and hangs weird.
This weekend, I may go back to JoAnn fabrics and pick out something else. I want to customize this, so I'll probably need two yards of fabric and I'll sew two seams, plus finish off the neckline with a nice hem. I don't know if I'll use a stretchy jersey fabric, but I might use something nice and gauzey or a thicker (aka not $5 a yard) jersey fabric. And maybe then I'll take a picture of it. Maybe. Until then, back to the drawing board.
I did it! Here's the new one.
The neckline is a touch wide, but it hangs much better and the bowed neck looks more like a shirt. I'm really proud of it! My new fabric was 60" wide, so this is 30" squarish with a 5/8" seam on both sides. I did that so they would match even though one side was folded. This might be cute as a bathing suit cover this summer too!
How big is Baby Girl? We're still in watermelon territory. She's dropping though
How are you feeling? Well, my pelvis feels like it's going to break. I have a weird fat pocket at the base of my belly. All in all, not super attractive. And also not super friendly at the moment. Stick a fork in me. I'm done. I just want to meet this girl and I don't feel like being positive and sunny right now.
How's Tony feeling? I made him feel bad for being gone all day on one of our last weekend days where it's just the two of us. Now I feel like a horrible person for telling the truth about how I felt.
News? I bought maternity tights, just as I'm about to pop. Why are they so much more expensive???
House projects? Haha. I'm taking a break from putting the Moses basket stand together. We are currently living in filth it seems like. Not condemnable, but gross by my standards, and I'm pretty cluttered. I have been too tired to clean, and apparently nobody else seems to notice the dirty floors and hairy carpet. Or have a problem wih just piling things up instead of putting them where they belong.
Cravings? Baked goods. Coke.
How's that belly button? Sticking out. Way out. To be honest, I wasn't sure it could get any farther out, and then it did.
Labor signs? BH contractions are getting stronger, bordering on uncomfortable/mildly painful. Discharge. Dropping of the baby.
How big is Baby Girl? Baby Girl is the size of a Watermelon! And I feel every one of those little seeds.
How are you feeling? Big. Large. Hitting my belly on things and having a hard time washing dishes without my belly hitting the sink.
How's Tony feeling? He's a bit ill. He caught my cold and it's affecting him worse because of his diabetes. I feel bad.
News? I started packing my hospital bag!
House projects? I hung some stuff up on Baby Girl's wall. I still don't know how I'm going to hang her wreath.
Cravings? Things I can't have. Trail mix is pretty good too. And I'm officially STARVING, so I think she's dropped just a bit.
How's that belly button? Sticking out. Way out. Can't be concealed by a tank top out.
Labor signs? BH contractions are getting stronger, bordering on uncomfortable/mildly painful.
Let's talk labor people. I haven't told my parents this, but nobody but Tony is going to be allowed in my delivery room. AT ALL. This does not include the medical personnel that will of course be in there making sure we are okay. I am not looking forward to telling my mom. She thinks she needs to be there, and I absolutely do not need her negativity and know-it-all attitude. I'm shooting for an un-medicated vaginal childbirth. And every time I've brought that up, she seems offended, like I'm implying that the way she did things wasn't good enough. I'm taking a birth class; she didn't, she "just went to the hospital and had a baby and that was good enough." I want an un-medicated birth and am taking the class that my friend took who ended up having an unmedicated birth with Pitocin; she "had an un-medicated birth until they had to CUT ME OUT." I just... I just can't handle that. I can't. Every major occasion she has turned into being about her, and I'd really like the birth of my children to be about our new family, our wants/needs, and our preferences. NOBODY ELSE.
Now, she is warming up to my cloth diapering. We talked about it last time she was here, and I'm going to give her the lessons she will need.
Also, nobody is staying with us after the birth. NO HOUSE GUESTS. I don't have a guest bed for a reason. It invites people to stay. Plus, my guest room became a nursery and we're not willing to give up our office to a room that in the 1.5 years we've lived here has never been used. My mom is hinting that we need something in case someone needs to stay. If someone absolutely NEEDS to stay, they can sleep on my couch. Again, no one needs to stay. I wish she'd come out and say that she wants to stay, and then I could gently tell her that she lives 45 minutes away and needs to go home. We're bleeding money right now getting ready for our baby, and the last thing I need is to buy a sofa bed or new bed for the guest room that I don't have.
I am also not calling anyone, because they either think that a) I'm in labor or b) something horrible has happened. If you want to talk to me and have my phone number, you can call me. The phone works both ways.
How big is Baby Girl? Baby Girl is the size of a Watermelon! However, I like the comparison to a bowling ball, because my belly is ROUND.
How are you feeling? Big. But okay. It's really all in my belly.
How's Tony feeling? Despite the popped collar type motion he's making in the background of this picture, he's spent his week calming me down, since my friend had her baby last Sunday at 37 weeks after 40 minutes of labor. 40 MINUTES. Got to the hospital at 10, popped her little girl out at 10:41.
News? Still here. Still baking.
House projects? None this week. Mama is tired.
Cravings? ALL THE BAKED GOODS.
How's that belly button? Sticking out.
Labor signs? Nope. I keep checking my underwear (we're all friends here) for my plug, but it's still there.
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!