Friday, February 24, 2017

It's getting real.

It's getting real.

Today, I am thirty weeks along. How did this happen? Wait, forget that question... I mean, time has flown by!

For the end of February, it was a beautiful day. I wore a skirt and sandals to celebrate such a warm day, and also the fact that earlier this week I was able to reach my toes and paint them a sparkly pink.

Quite a few customers of the thrift store came in today that hadn't been in for a while. As in, hadn't been in to shop within the past six months. Each commented on my growing belly and asked the typical questions:

"When are you due?/How far along are you?"

"What are you having?"

"Is this your first baby?"

...And then followed by their own experiences and/or Mom-wisdom that is, of course, truth:

"I've done natural... but if you have an epidural, you'll enjoy the birth..."

"Oh, you're for sure having a girl by the way your carrying..."

"I got these really bad, stinging pains towards the end of pregnancy. I really hope you don't get those."

Every conversation ended with, "Good luck!"

Most times I just politely said "thank you."

I had been warned by my doctor and midwife that everyone will share advice, however, every pregnancy is different and how the birth goes is undetermined. I'm not going to deny the fact that pain is in the future. (Although I have read many birth stories, some in which the mother describes her experience being the opposite of pain.) It's called "labor" for a reason... it's hard work.

For the past six months, I have been doing my best at: staying active, eating well, drinking enough water, taking my prenatal vitamins, reading as much as I can about birth. I can only control so much. If a caesarian section is the only way to deliver a healthy baby, that's what will have to happen. Of course I have a birth plan, a dream birth, in my head. Only time will tell...

I still feel really well and haven't had any out of the ordinary symptoms. (I did hurt my foot from walking along the roadside. It has been very mild here, so I had been going on 3+ mile walks with some friends. I think I need sneakers with better support.) I have had some lower back pain, but that's what happens when you gain a bunch of weight.

My wonderful, hardworking, amazingly handy husband just finished tiling our tub surround! We're one step closer to crossing off "bathroom reno" from the "Needs-done-before-Baby list."

At school this week, a third grader asked me, "How much longer do you have before the baby comes?"
"About ten weeks, " I said.
Her eyes got really big and her mouth opened.
I asked her, "does that sound like a lot of time or not a lot of time?"
"Not a lot of time!"

She's right. It doesn't sound like a lot of time, but we will keep working on our list and do as much as we can. All a baby really needs is love, warmth, a whole mess of diapers, mama's milk, and a car seat ...or else we can't bring baby home.

Even if I had everything that is recommended, all the highest rated products, and the perfect nursery set up, I would still feel inadequate at times, feel like I have no idea what I'm doing.

So, I am deciding to be positive.

I am positive that I will get frustrated.

I am positive that I will make mistakes.

I am positive that I having a baby will be the hardest thing I've ever done.

and I'm positive that it's going to be one of the greatest, too. <3

Monday, February 6, 2017

I'm proud of this belly!

I am blessed in many ways.

I am blessed to be carrying a healthy baby,

and for having sisters and a sister-in-law to get maternity hand-me-downs from.

Because when you gain an extra twenty pounds, ain't nothing gonna fit.

Yes, you read that right. Two-zero.

I think my Mom only gained 20 or 25 pounds when she had my sisters and I. Yikes, Colleen, you need to slooow down... I have been good, guys! I promise! (And you can ask my husband- I was not sneaking Christmas cookies. Poor guy ate most of them and it took him half way through January because I wasn't eating any.)

Before going to school the other day, I scrounged through my maternity stash for bigger sizes. No more "smalls" for this momma. Little Mack has moved me up to a "medium" and I am totally fine with that.

Before I got pregnant, I did not like the thought of gaining a bunch of weight, but then when I found out I was pregnant the thought left my mind.

Shoot- I am making a person! I'm going to gain weight, to grow and nurture a another human being inside of my body. Bring on the maternity pants with the giant belly panels!

I don't feel like I'm any bigger except when I try to reach for something on the floor or attempt to zip a jacket that I haven't worn for a while.

The other day at the thrift store I work at, a customer asked me for help. She was trying to find the size of a shirt that was nowhere to be found because the tag had been cut out.
     As she finally turned to look at me she said in a unsteady voice, "Are you pregnant?"
     I happily replied, "Yes, I am!"
     "Oh good! I thought you were fat."

I wanted to say, "I'm six months pregnant., lady... growing a human being inside of me... I'm proud of this belly!!" But I don't think that would've been good customer service. I just walked away.

The weeks are rolling along and Little Mack grows more everyday.

I remember when I made my first doctor's appointment. I thought waiting until my eighth week was taking forever. The third trimester is on the horizon and I don't believe it.

I had a prenatal appointment with my midwife last week and she said that I am on track with my size. She also said that the baby doesn't have any more room to grow up (into my ribs), so the belly is going to be stretching out.

I also did the ever exciting glucose tolerance test and am SO happy to hear that my blood work is all normal.

Progress is coming (slowly) on my pre-baby checklist.

My husband has been working on the bathroom and I finished painting our soon-to-be bedroom. The craft room is still a disaster, but I keep telling myself we have three more months... I hope we have three more months! (Unless Little Mack decides to check out early.) I need to stay active, especially now, so all this can get done while I still have the energy.

Last night, sitting on the couch watching the Super Bowl (wearing a beloved Buffalo Bills shirt that I stretched to fit me) I felt huge. I still have three more months, give or take, and I am having a hard time picturing my belly bigger than it is right now.

I am getting very excited to meet Little Mack. Every little kick makes me smile and reminds me that I am truly blessed in many ways. <3