Thirty weeks puts me in the final countdown, and tosses me into the number one recreational activity of expectant mommies, Name That Bump! Toward the end of every pregnancy I've tried (and failed) to figure out exactly which way little peanut was sitting in the womb. With Fish the doctor told me around 28 weeks that he was transverse, which explained the odd recurring dream I'd been having: racing down a road, out of control, desperately needing to turn around. I did some relaxation/visualization, even though I thought at the time it was a whole lot of pooey, and sure enough, he thunked into position.
This little girl is a tricky bugger. Every kick and swoosh I feel below the belly button, which could mean breech. But I also feel hiccups low in the belly, so maybe not breech. I've squished and prodded and wondered, "is that an elbow or a knee?" more times than I'd care to admit, without gaining any great insight.
For now I'm assuming she's doing what her big sister did and folding herself in half with her tootsies up by her forehead. It's not like she has a lot of space in there. If she did she wouldn't be forcing me into such good posture. Even a hint of a slump and there's a bowling ball under my ribcage!
I'm also trying to celebrate the beauty of expectancy, while making use of this fabulous summer-like October and the golden light. Photo cross-posted at my photo-blog.
What is decoupage? It's a decorative technique that involves covering something with glue-soaked fabric, paper, etc. and topping it off with a clear finish.
The best thing about Craigslist is finding treasures for cheap. The worst thing: cheap treasures often need a good helping of TLC.
This time last week ... photos from our new baby's first days!
Picture it. Almost eight years ago I'm much like I am now. Huge, pregnant, gearing up for a hospital delivery. Oh, and add in a nasty head cold that just won't go away. Three weeks before baby I go in for an office visit hacking and sniffing. "I think my cold has morphed into something wretched," I say. "Uh huh," says the doctor. "We'll want to keep an eye on that."
Two weeks before baby I go in for an office visit hacking so hard my...
I'm deep in the third trimester, I can tell. I spend much of my day feeling annoyed for no particular reason. Oh, I find reasons - the mail being late, clothes left on the floor, no healthy snacks in the house (because I ate them already), rain on the carpet of leaves outside, the dog breathing too loudly. Truth is, I'd be annoyed even if
Thirty weeks puts me in the final countdown, and tosses me into the number one recreational activity of expectant mommies, Name That Bump! Toward the end of every pregnancy I've tried (and failed) to figure out exactly which way little peanut was sitting in the womb. With Fish the doctor told me around 28 weeks that he was transverse, which explained the odd recurring dream...
Six years ago when I was expecting Mud Pie, I was all out of nesting opportunities. We had a nursery (from Fish and St. Nick), diapers, clothes (we didn't know Pie would be a girl), car seats, dishes, toys, everything. So what did I do?
I tie-dyed all my prefold diapers. And a heap of onsies. And...
Happy birthday to me,
every hour I go pee,
my ankles are tree trunks,
and I can't see my feet!
I treated myself to a Birthday
When you're too weepy and hormonal to tackle any real work:
- Cry until your spouse suggests you might wake the kids, and it's 1am; go to bed and continue in the morning.
- Redesign your website (check)...
We had the 20-week ultrasound last week. Looks like we'll be shopping for pink!
Mud Pie is beside herself with glee, St. Nick is relieved (I think he considered a boy another rival), and Fish...