Did you do a double-take at this post’s headline? Not going to lie: The fact that my pregnancy is almost two-thirds of the way over is mind-boggling even to me. (Technically the second trimester doesn’t end until the 27th week. The more you know.)(Insert shooting star.)
The first trimester seemed to crawl by, mostly because we wanted to keep things quiet until it had passed. The second trimester is going much quicker, but I still feel like the months crawl by sometimes. Now that I’m starting to feel a bit less comfortable (thanks to that soccer ball-sized uterus I’ve got now), I’m wondering if the last 16 weeks will seem to pass more slowly.
Anywho, I thought it could be nice to update any of you who are wondering how this whole “growing a human thing is going.” Here are answers to some of the most common questions I’ve been getting lately:
How do you feel?
Pretty good! I’m definitely feeling heavier and rounder, and I’m pretty dang tired by the time I get home from work (I have to walk about three miles a day as part of my commute, so I’m sure that has something to do with it), but overall I can’t complain too much.
How’s the belly?
It’s definitely growing! I have a wide ribcage, so up until the last couple of weeks I felt like I was filling out more than forward, but now we have officially entered baby bump territory. I feel like my stomach has stretched as much as I could have puffed it out naturally before (what, you never puffed out your stomach to see what you would look like pregnant?), and now we are at the point where things will start to stretch. Still keeping the hope alive that I won’t get stretch marks, but we shall see. I feel like the next month is going to bring a big ol’ belly with it, so stay tuned.
Any weird cravings?
Nothing too crazy, but I think I could eat frozen yogurt or ice cream every day. And today I was walking to work and thought about fried pickles and then thought, “YES.” So basically I’m a roly-poly cliche.
Any weird pregnancy symptoms?
HA! The whole thing is weird, folks. The things I’ve experienced run the gamut from: super thick hair, excess saliva (seriously), gas (yup, this is real life), dry skin, increase in hunger (though I get full after a few bites because my stomach doesn’t have as much room to expand), dry eyes and blurrier vision, forgetfulness, an increased interest in nesting, and crying over nothing. Plus, probably others that I can’t remember. (PREGNANCY BRAIN IS REAL NO MATTER WHAT SCIENCE SAYS.)
Does she kick a lot?
Yes! I get a handful of little kicks throughout the day, but between 9 and 10 pm she really tends to let loose. Joey and I love feeling (and SEEING) her kicking — it’s one of the weirdest/coolest things I can imagine. Fortunately, the kicks aren’t uncomfortable for me (at least yet), so it’s still one of my favorite feelings.
Do you have a name picked out?
Yes! We’re planning to go with Vivian, though we’ll probably call her Vivi while she’s a baby.
How’s your health?
(Okay, this question mostly comes from my parents.) Good! Vivi and I have passed all our screenings and tests so far with flying colors. I’ve been doing my best to keep up with working out regularly, partially because being stronger and healthier tends to make labor go smoother, partially because I’m vain and am hoping to get back in shape quickly after Vivi is born. Plus, the activity has a lot of positive benefits on my mental health and balancing out my (at times wonky) hormones. I miss being able to go all out in a tough spin class or boot camp, but even my modified workouts make me feel more like myself as my tummy continues to grow. So far I’m still able to run (usually between 3-4 miles), cycle, and go to pilates and barre classes. Though tying my shoes is getting to be more of a challenge…
I think that’s everything! I’m pretty much an open book when it comes to pregnancy, so if you have any other questions, feel free to post a comment below.
Are y’all okay if I spew a little mush on the blog today?
Seriously…just a bit? A tiny bit?
Oh wait. This is my blog. I DO WHAT I WANT.
About a month ago, Joey and I decided that not only did we want to take a “babymoon” before our little lady’s imminent arrival, we needed to.
Think about it: A baby is forever. After she’s born, it will never be just the two of us again. Sure, one day she’ll grow up and move out and get a job and her own life and whatever. But really, it will never, ever be the same as it has been for the last four years.
So, even though we are in super-saver mode these days, we ponied up the cash for two tickets to my grandparents’ condo in Florida. Of course, we weren’t being totally reckless. Staying at my grandparents’ place is significantly cheaper than booking a hotel or an all-inclusive resort (the dream), and we would have our own kitchen, meaning we could save on at least a dinner or two and all of our breakfasts and most lunches. And while we would have loved to take a 10-day trip, we opted to extend our Memorial Day weekend an extra day to preserve my precious few vacation days.
Though I will admit that I sprung for the slightly more expensive plane tickets that would give us direct flights to the most convenient airports in both locations. Because what’s the point of taking a relaxing vacation if the trip home is going to get you just as rattled as you were before?
The result of our plans? I don’t want to overstate this, but the trip was, in a word, perfect.
I’m always a little irked by those people who put #blessed in their Instagram captions because, to me, it seems like a fairly overt humblebrag. But after that trip with my husband, I have a hard time describing my feelings any other way. I’m so humbled by the way my husband loves me. I’m so grateful that we have the opportunity and the means to get away from regular life now and then to reconnect. I’m filled with awe by this tiny life growing inside me.
God is so, so good to us, and I hope I can hold onto these feelings even when things aren’t going so smoothly. Because while I don’t feel #blessed, I do feel blessed to live the life I do with the people I love.
So now it’s back to “real” life, with jobs and bills and schedules that don’t include things like “morning swim in the pool” and “leisurely lunch by the ocean whenever we feel like walking to the restaurant”. But you know what? The trips to the beach may be over and my tan has probably already begun to fade, but I think this fullness in my heart will last a while longer.
You know how you never feel like you have enough time to yourself? Like there are a million things you could get done, if only you had a solid hour or two to just focus and tackle them?
The problem is that this time only really comes around at the most inopportune times. Like when you’re trying to get to work and your train is delayed by s track fire. For over an hour.
Oh, did I not mention my current situation? Because that’s it.
And of course the irony is that I can do pretty much nothing during this time. I’m caught up online. I answer work emails when they come in. And I blog.
But you know what I would really like to use this time for?
But, alas. This is our life, right?
Here’s hoping we start moving soon.
You know what is fun about knowing whether you’re having a girl or a boy? EVERYTHING.
Not surprisingly, one of the things I was most looking forward to about being pregnant was planning our baby’s nursery. I’ve been pinning nursery ideas for months, and now I can finally start making some decisions.
It took me all of 48 hours to make said decisions. I SAID I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT, OKAY?
Here is what I have culled together from a few of my favorite pins:
I want the room to feel girly without being too princess-y, so I’m working with a color palette of pink, mint, and loads of neutrals. I’d like to paint the room a very, very pale shade of pink (currently thinking Benjamin Moore’s Hint of Pink):
Then I would really like to add a statement wall behind the crib of peachy pink peonies. I’m a little nervous about my ability to actually pull off said wall, but Joey and my mom are both pretty artistic, so maybe I can sweet talk them into helping me.
I’ve had a white crib picked out for a while now, but I want to balance out the femininity with a mid-century modern-style wood dresser and this ADORABLE (but yeesh-is-it-expensive) mint glider. A fluffy neutral rug will also ground the girly and create a soft landing spot for baby cuddles. For bedding, I love this DIY black, pink, and white quilt (and am hoping my crafty mom can maybe whip one up), and then I’ve been looking at mint, gray, and black-and-white polka dot bedding.
The rest of the details I’m trying to keep eclectic in keeping with my decor style in the rest of the apartment. A few mint, pink, gold, black, and white prints, as well as a display bookshelf in one corner. I’m also fairly smitten with that Gummi Bear nightlight and, come on, that piggy rocker? I die.
So that’s what I’m thinking so far! When I first showed Joey a few pictures of what I was thinking, the conversation went like this:
Him: Cute! I like the bear print. But you know not everything has to be pink, right? 😉
I promise I’m trying to temper my excitement about it being a girl, babe. I’m trying.
So there you have it! You know, I think I’m really going to like this whole nesting thing.
My heart is so full after this weekend. I try to make myself pause from time to time to really take in all the good things in my life and appreciate how fortunate I am, and it’s weekends like this that make that almost too easy to do.
On Sunday, we had a little gender reveal party to find out if our bub is a boy or a girl. I wanted to keep the event small, and had originally planned to hold it in our new apartment, but ultimately had to move it to my in-laws’ backyard due to the water damage at our place. Here’s a little recap of how the party went down — plus the ultimate reveal!
And bear with me…this one has a lot of photos.
My dear friend Michelle and sister-in-law Kelly were HUGE helps to me in planning the party. Kelly helped by creating an adorable Polaroid-inspired photo booth:
Delicious red velvet cake pops for the dessert table:
And these amazing flower crowns:
Seriously, can we get a close-up of those?
These were all random ideas I had seen variations of online, and I sent them to her hoping she could create something similar. The results totally exceeded my expectations — thank you again, Kelly!
Michelle also had what you might call an important job: creating the reveal confetti poppers! I had seen a similar idea online, but purchasing the poppers pre-made would have cost me literal appendages. Knowing Michelle is pretty dang crafty, I entrusted her to putting the poppers together. And MAN OH MAN did they turn out amazing!
She also created these adorable bow and bow tie pins for everyone to wear to declare their baby guesses. She used pink and mint construction paper and outlined them with gold marker before gluing each to a clothespin.
For the rest of the refreshments, we served a chicken apple sausage pasta, burgers, and a big salad. The drinks were themed (of course); a Baby Blue Punch with Malibu and a Pink Arnold Palmer for those of us who can’t drink. (It was still pretty delish, if I do say so myself!)
But what am I boring you with party details for? Let’s get to the good stuff!
For the actual reveal, we gathered everyone around Joey and me, including my parents who FaceTime’d in on Joey’s laptop.
Then there wasn’t anything left to do but pop!
And it’s a GIRL! Even though I had suspected our confetti might be pink, it wasn’t until I actually saw it that everything became real. Joey and I can’t wait to meet our daughter in less than four months!
Thank you again to everyone who helped make this party a success — we are so happy we got to share the moment with you. And to our little girl: Honey bun, we can’t wait to meet you!
Really, I should have known that the new apartment was coming together too quickly.
We’ve only been in the new place for a couple months, and already I had the living room, kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom done. The hallway was going to be finished this weekend, and then all we would have left was the baby room.
It was just. Too. Simple.
Our upstairs neighbor must have known things were going a bit too swimmingly as well. So she decided to intervene.
Before I tell you this story, you need to know that our apartment is in the basement of a house. We have two floors, each of which are their own apartment, above us. We now return you to the story.
Last Friday, the woman on the third floor started filling up a pot of water in the sink. Then she left. For, apparently, hours. The pot quickly filled with water, and then the sink filled with water, and then the water overflowed and flooded her apartment. It then flooded the first floor apartment. It then started to leak into our apartment.
This is, apparently, the second time this woman has done this. *finger gun to the face motion*
Fortunately, Joey got home in time to realize what was happening (due to the three large, quickly expanding bubbles on our ceiling) and move our furniture out of the way and put put buckets under the bubbles. When everything was in place, he poked small holes in the bubbles to allow the water to drain into the buckets. The bubbles remained, but at least the water within them had been dealt with.
Or so we thought.
When our landlord sent over a contractor to assess the damage a week later (grumble), they found that water was not only in our hallway ceiling, it had also been leaking into one of our bedroom walls all week. The entire wall had rotted and needed to be ripped out. The ceiling needed to be opened, dried with heavy-duty fans for three days, and then either ripped out (if the wood had warped) or just have the sheetrock replaced (if it had not).
This all happened three days before we were supposed to have family over on Sunday for our gender reveal.
I was not, shall we say, pleased. There may have been tears. But I like to think I would have been able to handle it sans the weepies if I wasn’t pregnant.
The negatives of this situation are fairly obvious, so let’s look at the silver linings, okay?
1. This didn’t happen when the baby was here. I would much rather deal with construction without having to worry about it upsetting anyone’s nap time.
2. It could be worse? At least it’s only one wall and one section of ceiling as opposed to the more heavy-duty damage our upstairs neighbors are dealing with.
3. A friend offered her house for the party. Which is super nice, I just hate having to impose. Blerg.
Those are pretty much all of the positives. Really, there is very little good about water damage.
Sooooo that’s what’s going on. But on the actual bright side, today is my anatomy scan ultrasound, so hopefully we will know more about our little bean this weekend. Stay tuned!