100 days remaining...

I just saw on my ticker that I have 100 days left. Seems like a lot at first glance, but the more I think about it...it's fast approaching! My schedule shows something going on every Saturday up until the baby comes. I like the idea of keeping busy so I won't sit and wait for the timer to go off. After all, my belly button has almost popped already. I know, the baby won't be "done" for quite a while ;) I'm sure I'll change my mind a few weeks down the road, but I'm VERY comfortable at this point in my pregnancy. It's been such a breeze so far. All the scares that I've had have turned out to be nothing to worry about and the symptoms are nothing to whine about either (although Dave hears a lot about my back pain since I'm trying to coerce him into massages-it's not working). Maybe it's the infertility brain creeping in, but I get SO irritated hearing the complaints of other pregnant women (I'm not talking the occasional complaint-but those who tell me every day how sick they are of being pregnant). I want to scream at them "I know so many women who would kill to be in your position right now"! It seems I need to put my sympathy hat on, because I apparently have no empathy for whiney, pregnant women.

100 days!

Weekend Hospital Visit

Dave and I stopped in at the Open House of the new hospital where I am registered to deliver. They are opening up to the public next week and had an open house to show the public the services they'll be providing as well as give tours. We got a great parking spot and walked towards the big tent with a crowd of people. There weren't signs anywhere so I forced poor Dave to "ask directions". We found out they were serving free lunch so I jumped in line for that. After about 20 minutes of waiting, we got some grub and sat with a group of old folks. I swear, I have never seen so many old people in all my life. It was like an elderly convention! After lunch, we ducked through the lines to pick out packets, brochures, and freebies for the things we were interested in (child birth classes, OB services, Pediatrics, etc.). Then we snuck into the front of the line where the tours were starting. The tours were expected to take about 45 minutes and all Dave and I were interested was the OB department. So...after we got through the doors, we jumped between tour guides to find the maternity ward. We walked through the waiting room, through the triage room, and were stopped by a few volunteers who offered to give us a personal tour. So cool! They took us to see the L&D room, as well as the postpartum rooms and the spa room! Then we got to see the nursery and relaxation room (dim lights with a waterfall for laboring moms). It was so zen-like!! The staff and rooms were so amazing, Dave and I left the tour feeling so excited that our little guy will be born there. Then to top it off, as we were driving home, I was reading about the amenities they offer in the postpartum "suites": huge flat-panel TVs, DVD players, pull out couches, AND mini refrigerators. We're stoked!

Cry Baby

I've been thinking a lot about how my life is going to change when our little guy gets here. People say that when they are pregnant they develop an immediate bond with the baby. I haven't really felt what others describe. I'm not "in love" with the baby yet. I'm in love with the idea. I definitely feel a bond to the entity that has taken up residence in my uterus. I smile when I look at his ultrasound pictures, when I read about how he's growing, or when Dave talks to him like Darth Vader - using my belly button as a microphone. Yet, my image of this kid is not of an infant. I get emotional watching dads play soccer with their 3-year-olds, envisioning a picnic with a 2 year old, and thoughts of visiting the zoo when he's 5. I tear up when I see 2T overalls and little croc shoes that would fit a toddler. That doesn't happen when I hold up a 0-3 month onesie. Why, you ask? I honestly don't know. Maybe it's a subconscious fear that I won't be able to take care of an infant. Perhaps it's denial, or self-preservation that this is finally a reality. A hesitation to idealize an infant in my life. I've ALWAYS been able to picture children in our lives...never a baby. Or maybe it's because God was preparing me for the bigger picture. No matter how we built our family - the end result would be the same...

I don't know what the answer is, but I'm excited to find out.

The Bee Bo Effect

Has anyone read the Belly Button Book? My mom gave this book to my niece and it calls the belly button a Bee Bo. I think that's so funny!

My Bee Bo just does not look the same. I have a "gut gauge" if you will that helps me track belly growth: it's a mole that started out on the very inside of my belly button. Does that gross you out? Get over it ;) That mole has now moved to the outside of my Bee Bo and I can tell I've grown in just the past week because it keeps inching its way further outside the hole. So weird! I should have started taking pictures of just my belly button early on throughout my pregnancy; then I could have done one of those quick lapse slide shows to demonstrate the belly growth. That would've been so cool! I know I could've been nominated for something doing that!

Cinnamon Bears

I must confess that I have a stash of cinnamon bears in my drawer at work. They are just my favorite thing right now! And almonds...mmmm. Luckily my cravings haven't been very "weird". They can be severe though...I try to avoid the thought of what I want, but if it stays with me for more than a few days, I'll treat myself to it. Only problem is that after that 3-day wait, I want to eat way too much of it! It's a good thing I have less room in there or I would ;) Since my 14th week, this has been a weekly adventure.

Alright folks...what have been your weirdest cravings? You don't have to be/been pregnant to have weird cravings!!

Bulging Belly

Dave got a glimpse of the comments I get on a daily basis now. While shopping in Flagstaff, I was asked 5 times (within 2 hours) when I was due, what I was having, how far along I was, etc. Dave was absolutely shocked that people would be so forward about a bulging belly. He has been trying to convince me that I don't look that big yet, but alas, it is more apparent than he lets on ;)

Proof:

(We were told to smell the trees on a tour, I'm not making out with it)

24 Weeks Today!

I've officially started the 6th month today, holy cow (technically, 23 weeks is 6 months-but who's counting)! The little guy is now about 1.4 pounds and is longer than 12 inches head to foot. Sometimes I look at my stomach and just can't believe there's a baby in there. Until he kicks me in the bladder or cervix, then I'm slapped back to reality. I've been feeling so great lately (there are minor complaints here and there of course), it's hard to remember how I felt before pregnancy. It's been good to me. All the hormones have treated me well. My doctor told me that I'd likely feel the greatest while pregnant and now I believe him. No cysts on my ovaries, clearer skin, no anxiety, and my moods aren't rocky all the time. And depression? Haven't seen that ugly beast for several weeks now. I do have the occasional emotional outbursts, but they're nothing like before. Dave can attest to that...we haven't had any major tiffs in forever. I'm really diggin' this pregnancy thing.

Stupid Blogger...I loved my layout on this one, but it looks like it has gone wacko as well.