2014-11-12 13.00.36

Pregnancy: Nursery Edition

Because our baby still isn’t here (today is my “estimated due date” which is crap anyway because now they’re recommending changing how they estimate due dates AND at our first ultrasound my due date was estimated to be yesterday instead of today!), Jesse and I have had the chance to spend some quality time together. He’s on vacation, I started maternity leave on Monday (best decision I’ve EVER made). Quality time means that I tell him to do things and he does them. It’s been wonderful. One of the things on my list was to finally finish up the nursery…or the room I probably won’t use for a while but it makes me feel better to have all kinds of stuff in there.

Original colors...
Isn’t that a nice blue?! Now I need a new project for it.

I love how it’s turned out — it’s not themed, it’s totally random, and it’s colorful. All things I wanted. I KNEW I did not want a pink room, so we went with gray. Gender neutral FTW! We had a dresser that didn’t work in our room in the house we are renting, so I convinced Jesse to take on a DIY project. He did an absolutely fantastic job and it looks amazing (I showed off his handiwork in July, too)! We originally chose blue for the dresser, but the gray paint on the walls turned out TOO blue-gray. So we found a fabulous sunshine yellow.

Sunshine yellow dresser <3
Don’t let practice baby scare you.

My sister had a spare bookshelf (she has a few spare bookshelves for some reason) that Jesse painted orange — we already need a bigger one. I’ve only loaded it with board books for now, the other books are on a shelf in the closet (which I will not show you because it’s much messier than I want it to be). My sister also supplied most of the artwork and the awesome unicorn from Pockets With Posies on Etsy.

Paper Rosettes Wall
I love these rosettes.

We had paper rosettes left from our wedding so we incorporated those and I made a few new ones to fill the wall over the crib. (We also have pinwheels from our wedding that are still sitting in the dresser drawer — I quickly realized we had too much to put ON the walls in the tiny room).

The Chair Into Rocker
Mustaches and birds and chevrons and art made at our baby shower!

I also knew I wasn’t going to spend $350-$1000 on a chair (despite how much I maybe wanted one of those super comfy overpriced chairs). So I turned to the interwebz and discovered that you can make any a chair a rocking chair or glider. Then I had to convince Jesse to take on another DIY project: turning one of our IKEA TULLSTA chairs into a rocking chair. Success again! We didn’t require any additional plywood, we just bought this swivel rocker base via Amazon and Jesse did some handyman magic — it probably involved tools and screws. So yay for saving money (and the little ottoman was only $14 at Target!).

So that’s Baby G’s room. Her dresser is filled with clothes, her toy box is filled with blankets, and her crib has a protective mesh liner. Now we just need a baby.

Pregnancy: Waiting Edition

I had convinced myself that my giant baby would come early. I just KNEW she wanted to be a Halloween baby.

Let me back up a bit…

At our second ultrasound, Baby G was measuring a little larger than average. At our 34 week check-up, the doctor guesstimated that our little beluga was already about 5.5 lbs and she would be around 8 lbs if we go to 40 weeks. Two weeks later, a different doctor said she thought G weighed around 6.5 lbs. Which only confirmed what the first doctor said because around this time it’s expected that a baby is gaining around .5 lb per week. So…yeah, giant baby. I recognize that this is a perfectly acceptable weight for a newborn, but it sounds HUGE when my sister and cousin had babies under 8 lbs right around 40 weeks.

So I knew  my giant baby wanted to come early because she was already the size of some babies that are full-term! Well…she didn’t come on Halloween. As you can see in the photo below, I am like a beached whale.

Pregnant Peacock Fairy Costume...or Beached Whale.
Pregnant Peacock Fairy “Costume”…or Beached Whale.

I keep coming up with things to spend money on though while I wait for her impending arrival. We need a cool mist humidifier, I plan to buy a ridiculously expensive playard, we’ve ordered new iPhones that will get here AFTER the baby, we ordered an ottoman for the living room, I’m working on another photo book (I love Shutterfly, it reminds me of working on the yearbook in middle school), I need another place to store things in her room because her dresser is full, and I plan to get a Sakura Bloom sling.  So I’m clearly busy.

New ottoman to replace the glass-topped coffee table

Now I keep thinking…”as soon as I finish insert-some-random-task-here she’ll come”. So I have a list of things to get through at work this week, a stack of books to return, thank you cards to write, and the above things to buy…then she’ll be here. As soon as I’m done, she’ll be here. Right?!

Doubtful…my eldest sister went nearly two weeks over her due date with her first baby (who was around 9 lbs). Funny enough, her due date with her first was Nov 19 — her birthday — and 6 days after my due date (Nov 13).  Valentine’s Day, ya’ll. It’ll getcha every time. So while neither of her November babies were born on her birthday, my little nugget could be.

I know she’ll come when she wants, but I wish she’d work with me a bit. Jesse has vacation scheduled starting the day before my due date — it would be AWESOME if she came just before that starts so he’s home the first week. (I know, I know, she’s still got growing to do…but I am so tired of being THIS pregnant). I intend to do everything I can this week to convince her to come by the weekend: lots of walking, sex, spicy foods, red raspberry tea (huh? do raspberries come in other colors?), evening primrose oil (I swear, people just make this stuff up), castor oil (ew)….

Everyone keeps asking me how I’m feeling — I’m feeling pregnant. They ask if I’m ready — I’m ready to not be pregnant (not so sure about the other side of that though…am I ready to be a mother?).

The practice we go to doesn’t do inductions early (and I don’t want them to), but they will also let me go over my due date by at least a week (maybe more). I cannot wait that long. My feet can’t handle it. My legs swell from the thigh down, my ankles hardly resemble ankles. My feet hurt from how swollen they get. And the ITCHING. And the sweating. Oh my goodness.

OK. Enough complaining. My little girl will get here when she feels the desire to not live inside my body anymore.

I can do this.

October Recap

Oh, October! You went by so quickly!

I feel like a lot happened…but also not a lot happened. We had a baby shower hosted by Sara that was amazing. I read multiple books without pictures (The Golem and the Jinni, Case Histories, Reunion). I ate a lot of McDonald’s. We celebrated our second anniversary. I finished our Year Two photo book. I got even bigger than I thought possible.  My feet and ankles started looking like those belonging to an elephant. I finished the blanket I started well over a year ago. And, of course, I’ve been crazy busy at work getting ready to go on leave (and my library decided to leave the largest eBook consortium in the Valley). It was a good month…here are some pictures:

2014-10-05 16.14.10
It only took 18 months…
2014-10-04 21.23.28
Baby shower moment…
Week 35-38
In October…I grew.

Pregnancy: Food Edition

I have been pregnant for approximately 220 days and I have 60 days to go. Over the last 220 days I have eaten a lot of food and broken a few pregnancy-food rules along the way. I mean, as soon as they tell you that you CANNOT eat something it’s ALL you want, amirite?

In the early weeks, I was obsessed with a certain fat-rich, healthy, green, tree growing fruit that starts with the letter “a” and ends with “o”. I ate a lot of it mixed with chickpeas and feta. I also wanted it with/on everything — burgers, eggs, salmon. There’s a certain kind of Mexican dip primarily made of this stuff that I LOVED and wanted it all the time. Now the idea of it makes me gag. I hope this goes away once the baby is born because I used to really love that fruit.

And that isn’t the only healthy thing to leave my diet. I have never been a health-nut, but before pregnancy I ate a lot of raw vegetables. Carrots, bell peppers, broccoli, etc…I found them to be quite tasty with some dressing or hummus to dip them in (or just by themselves…I don’t need to dress them up). I also loved fruit: blueberries, grapes, strawberries, peaches, pineapples, mangoes, bananas, you name it. Well, that’s changed. The previously mentioned food isn’t the only thing I’ve abandoned.


Carrots taste like dirt. Blueberries taste like they’re fermenting. Peaches and grapes cause acid reflux (which everything does so…that’s annoying). Fruits and veggies have to sneak their way into my diet. None of what I used to love tastes as good as a McDonald’s Hot & Spicy McChicken sandwich loaded with mayonnaise with a small fry and a Sweet Tea on the side (because I’m totally breaking that no caffeine rule).

Don’t get me wrong, I do eat some veggies — I’m now obsessed with stir fry. Broccoli, cauliflower, bell peppers, baby corn, water chestnuts…and potatoes (it isn’t as good if there aren’t potatoes).

The McDonald’s cravings started right after I abandoned that healthy fatty food. I would go everyday for lunch and get two Hot & Spicy McChicken sandwiches (no fries, no Sweet Tea — this is before I let myself break the caffeine rule). Then I started mixing it up with one H&S and a McDouble. Some days I’d just have a McDouble. It went on for a couple of months. This was also around the time that I would go to McDonald’s, eat on the way back to work, and then take a nap in my car.

Occasionally I’d mix it up with other fast food options. I had a brief love affair with Jack in the Box’s chicken strips, sometimes I’d go to Panda Express, but mainly it was McDonald’s. There were a few days before it got too hot and after the first trimester exhaustion that I’d walk (ha…I drove) to a couple of restaurants across the street. That’s when I learned that I like tomatoes — BLTs, especially — and would eat more chicken strips.

All of this fast food eating was before I decided that leaving for lunch was stupid and instead I could just walk to the cafe in the library. This is also around the time that I started having caffeine (nowhere near what I used to have and not more than is recommended, calm down!). The cafe in our library has BLTs, they have muffins, they have cookies, they have coffee, they have just about anything a pregnant woman could want…well, except for the one (two) truly weird thing(s) I’ve started eating over the last couple of months: Cool Ranch Doritos and chocolate covered pretzels (specifically the Synder’s ones).

Together. (And a Caffeine-Free Diet Coke with a splash of regular Diet Coke.)

These are two foods I didn’t have a lot of before being pregnant. Of course, that’s because I didn’t want to become obese so I wouldn’t let myself buy them. But now…oh my. I need them. Separately is OK, but together is ideal.

Jesse would tell you I’ve craved a lot of other things…like chocolate cake, biscuits & gravy, griddled bread pudding, or TUMS, but I don’t remember these things.

Twitter Meltdown

The other food issue is (of course) raging heartburn. It doesn’t matter what I eat, it’s going to be there. I recently had a Twitter meltdown (see above) over it because all the foods that don’t “cause” heartburn are the same foods that do cause gas (and not the butt toot kind, the what in the world is happening in my chest kind). But SERIOUSLY how in the world am I supposed to sleep on my left side AND be propped up at an angle? That isn’t comfortable! It’s all just crap, but at least TUMS come in yummy flavors.

So food…yeah. It’s been a fun and fascinating 220 days.

"Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life." – Mark Twain