- Today I hit the 30 week mark. Over the weekend I was telling a friend that I don't think I changed very much between 24 and 28 weeks. Apparently I spoke too soon because holy cow! between 28 and 30 weeks I obviously made up any and all (and plus some) lost ground! I see my belly every day so I don't really realize how big I've gotten but looking at these comparison pictures makes it all very clear. Here was 28 weeks and here was 30 weeks with Keaton. Interestingly this "pop" seems to have happened during the same 2-week period last time around.
- A lady at work came up to me today, touched my belly, and said she didn't remember me getting this big last time. I denied it, told her I'm pretty much the same as I was at this time with Keaton. I'm not sure if I really believed it or if I just said it because damn it! I HATE it when people comment on how BIG I am. All I hear is blah, blah, blah, you are a FAT ASS! And it instantly puts me in a bad mood. You can say look at that belly! You can even touch it, but do not say I'm SO BIG. Because when you do I instantly hate you.
- Whew! Glad we got that out.
- Anyway, I'll never tell her this, but I think she might be right. But I also still kinda think I'm carrying this baby differently. And, let's be honest, it's hard to make a completely fair comparison when I weighed a good 15 pounds more when I got pregnant with this one than I did when I got pregnant with Keaton. I mean, at this point I've already surpassed my max weight with Keaton, even though I haven't put on as much weight to-date as I did with him. But the starting grounds were different so how can I really compare?
- Anyway, enough of that crap. The other thing I found interesting is that when I reread my 30 week post with Keaton I realize I could write almost all of it word-for-word right now. Especially the first paragraph about travel wearing me out, being tired and sore, and not on top of my game mentally. The funny thing is, I didn't remember this being the case last time around. I thought this pregnancy was so much harder right now and here I had all the very same complaints at 30 weeks last time. It actually makes me feel better knowing that.
- Another common thread is the swelling (which began around this time last time) that started about a week ago. It's not bad every night but there are some nights that I get home from work and I can't do anything but lay on the couch and put my feet up they are so hideous, it's like I've misplaced my ankles and in their place is are stuffed sausages.
- We had our 30 week appointment yesterday, which was pretty much a non-event. Heart rate was 144, doctor asked if we had any questions, and that was about it. At one point I thought he said he was going to start checking me at 30 weeks but he didn't. And now it doesn't sound like he plans to until the "normal" 36 weeks. I was a little disappointed but Collin and I talked about it afterwards and both decided it's probably for the better. If I were at some point to find out I'm dilated then I'd spend the rest of my days worrying and wondering when, when in reality being dilated doesn't necessarily mean anything and surely doesn't predict when I'll go into labor. So for now we wait and we try to enjoy these last few weeks without getting too worked up about when this baby will make his/her appearance.
- And speaking of the baby, oh my gosh, is it getting some good kicks in these days. Like Keaton did at this time, sometimes I feel like he/she is going to burst right out of my belly. Doc still believes the baby is head down with the back over to my left side. Tonight as we rested on the bed while Keaton danced for us a little foot (I think it was a foot) was poking out on the left side.
- I think that's it for now. I can't believe how quickly this pregnancy has gone by. I feel like we're kinda getting into that homestretch and we should probably start thinking about getting our room prepped for this new little ones arrival. But for now I'm going to bed.....
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
When we lived in Milwaukee we went to games pretty frequently. Attending a game was easy then, if we woke up one Saturday morning and felt like spending the day at the stadium we got dressed, headed down to Miller Park, and bought tickets.
Since leaving Milwaukee attending games requires a little more planning; mostly due to the travel involved. We've made it an annual tradition to attend a game, usually in July, with Collin's cousin, Jenny, and her family. This year, because of the pending arrival of Baby Kono II, we won't be able to go to our usual game. We are all a little sad.
I receive email update alerts for the Brewers, Braves, and Cubs; I'm not exactly sure what made me click through a ticketing update in April - I mean we weren't going to be able to attend a game this year - but I did. When I saw that the Braves were going to be in town for a series in May, the day before Collin's 30th birthday, I knew instantly what I had to do.
I emailed his Mom, asked if it'd be okay if he didn't work that day and, if it was, would they also like to come with us?
Being big baseball fans themselves you can imagine their answer. I ordered the tickets right away and somehow managed to keep it a surprise until less than a week before his birthday.
To complete the occasion I ordered Collin a new Braves shirt and, of course, an outfit for Keaton, his very first Braves gear. Collin was thrilled.
The day of the game was chilly and looked like rain so the roof was closed. It felt odd, I think I've only ever gone to one other game with it closed, but at that moment, when we had a toddler with us, I was very thankful for the dome.
It was a Wednesday afternoon game so the stadium wasn't completely filled, but it was full of energy none the less. This was the third game of the series and the Braves had won the first two, so we were hopeful that they'd pull it off again. It feels odd cheering for a team other than the Brewers while in Miller Park, but for the Braves Collin (and, even, myself) will make an exception.
This wasn't Keaton's first game, but it was his first Braves game, and he had an excellent time. Cheering and clapping with Papa & Busha, making friends with the guys behind us (They were a group of old high school friends, probably around 70 yrs old, and they loved Keats. They kept giving him high fives and telling us how great of a kid he was, saying we're probably hoping for another one just like him.), eating stadium dogs and drinking (lots!) of lemonade.
It might have been overcast, but the day was perfect. And to top it off, the Braves won!
* Pictures taken by my Blackberry because guess who's camera battery was dead??
Monday, May 17, 2010
26. Read all of Jane Austen’s and Charles Dickens’ books.
27. Plan a girl’s weekend and make it an annual tradition.
28. Attend an Outstanding in the Field dinner.
29. Convert to using canvas grocery bags.
30. See a Nascar race in person.
31. Incorporate traditions from our Polish, Swedish, and German heritages into our family life.
32. Have a whirlpool bath in our Master Bathroom. Use it frequently.
33. Go on a horse drawn carriage ride.
34. Own a BMW.
35. Go on a candle lit cross country ski.
36. Go on a sleigh ride.
37. Own a pair of designer jeans.
38. Be debt free.
39. Compete in an adventure race.
40. Go whitewater rafting in Northern Wisconsin.
41. Convert to eating organically.
42. Run a ½ marathon after (giving birth to) each child.
43. Go to the Tulip Time Festival in Holland, Michigan.
44. Take a family trip (with my parents and Justin & Kira and fam) to Disney World.
45. Repeat some of our family vacations with my kids: the Hall of Fame Tour (baseball, football, and basketball), Mackinac Island, The Outer Banks, and a week at a beach house in South Carolina or Georgia.
46. Take the kids to an Atlanta Braves game at Turner Field.
47. Own a sunhat and feel comfortable wearing it.
48. Own his and her kayaks.
49. Go to Mexico.
50. Feel comfortable using a sewing machine; make things for our family.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
- Last Thursday I hit the 28-week mark. This post is coming a little late because that was also the day Collin left for Rhinelander to work on the cabin and I've been solo parenting for the past four days and OMG!! solo parenting is hard work! Every time I have to do this I think of all the single parents out there and I tip my hat to them.
- For comparison, here is my 24 week picture and also my 28 week picture with Keaton.
- The way I'm carrying this baby seems to change on a daily basis, but overall I feel like it's more "football" shaped while with Keaton I think I was more "basketball" shaped.
- That being said, I still have no feelings what-so-ever regarding the sex of this baby. If someone told me today that it was a girl my reaction would be, really? And if someone told me it was a boy my reaction would also be, really? I just have no strong feelings either way.
- The one feeling I do have though is that this babe is going to be a spitfire. I think I should retract my early comments on how this baby isn't as active as Keaton. It's active, but it's a different active. While Keaton's movements were usually solid and deliberate and as if he was thinking through each move this babe is a groover. My belly will literally shake back and forth, and it feels just like the babe is tap dancing, or doing a little Irish jig in there.
- While I was pregnant with Keaton I read an article online that asked "what one word would you use to describe your baby's personality?" For Keaton it was inquisitive. While in the womb if he heard a new sound he would instantly stop moving and I know he was listening, trying to figure it all out. And inquisitive he is. Ever since he was an infant. The only word I'm coming up with so far for this one is spitfire. Maybe I'll change as the weeks go on, but for now, that's the word I'd pick. When I'm holding Keaton at night this babe kicks up a storm as if to say, hey! guys! I'm here too! And the other day I must have been sitting to close to my desk at work for his/her likening as my belly was kinda smashed up to the ledge. And this little shit kicked me so hard I audibly gasped. It actually hurt. I have never had a kick that hard. And he/she kicked right where my belly was touching my desk as if to say, Dude! Scoot! Back! Room is tight in here! And as soon as I moved my chair back he/she was satisfied. Yes, I think this babe is going to be a spitfire. And I have a feeling he/she will also very much look up to his/her big brother, always trying to do everything he is doing.
- I had my 28-week apt. on Thursday and as soon as the doc walked in he looked at me and said "what is happening to all of my patients??" I asked if I really looked that bad and he said, yes, I looked tired. Well. I feel tired. Last weekend we were in Milwaukee doing birthday parties and a zoo trip. On Wednesday we drove back down for a baseball game and yeah, all that traveling has worn me out. It's also causing me some lower abdominal pain. But because the pain comes and goes and is also moving from side to side I'm pretty certain I've just overdone it lately and not that anything specific is wrong.
- At my appointment baby's heart rate was 141 - pretty much right where it's been all along.
- I was also measuring a little big, 30 weeks, instead of 28. I've never been off week-wise before so this kinda threw me, but the doc said as long as I'm within 3 weeks of actual it is considered normal.
- Best news of my appointment: we're pretty sure the babe is now sitting head down. I asked if he'd be able to tell and when he took a look he said yes, he's pretty sure it is and that it should stay that way. He could feel the head down low and some more squishy areas up top. Based on kicks lately I agree, I'm pretty sure it's head down. The other day I felt my first distinguishable body part (well, pretty distinguishable, I think it was a foot, but I suppose it could have been a knee or something, either way I felt BODY from the outside) way up high on my right side.
- Worst news of my appointment: I failed my 28-week glucose test. I also failed this one with Keaton. I go back for the 3-hour test on Wednesday. I'm praying I pass this one (and would take any of your prayers as well! :) ). I'll keep you posted.
Monday, May 10, 2010
On Saturday we packed up the car and headed down to Milwaukee for the weekend. We celebrated C's 6th birthday that afternoon. The weather was iffy on and off all day but stayed okay long enough for the kids to spend some time outside and for the boys (even the big boys) to test out his new basketball hoop.
I was planning on having this post be all about our Mother's Day at the zoo but guess who forgot her camera??? Of course! Thankfully my parents had one so hopefully I'll get a copy of all the pictures soon. It was a wonderful afternoon. A perfect Mother's Day with my family and before we left my Godson, M., gave me three gorgeous gerbera daisies.
I look at my son and feel the baby and know I am so blessed. I hope all you mothers and mothers-to-be had a wonderful day. And like always my thoughts and prayers are especially with those still awaiting their blessings. Happy Mother's Day!
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
At night…I click the button on the monitor one last time to catch a final glimpse. I look at your face and whisper “goodnight sweet boy”.
At night…I snuggle into my body pillow and feel you tossing and turning. I lay my hand on my belly and think “I love you and I don’t even know you”.
At night…I lay my head on my pillow and talk to my husband, reminiscing the past or making plans for the future, and I'm reminded again how grateful I am to have found him.
Life can be grinding. Money is tight, the house is often messy, and the to-do list is forever growing.
But at night…I spend my last few moments with the people that matter most and as I drift off to sleep I realize life is perfect just the way it is.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Hopeful, he answered, "have sex?"
Ummmm....actually I was talking about May baskets.
Did you guys ever make these? I remember doing this as a kid at our babysitters (Jill's Mom!). Jill, Gwen, and I would pick flowers, lily of the valley I think it was, and put them in our little baskets and then leave them on one of the neighbors doorsteps. It is a tradition I want to start with my kids.
Since we forgot this year, the closest thing we have to a May basket are the May flowers in the picture above. Keaton picked these over at Papa & Busha's this week and they sent them home with him on Friday.
May Day, which was supposed to be rainy and yucky, was a gorgeous day this year. Our original plan for the day was to spring clean our closet, but with skies like these there was just no way we could stay inside.
We spent the rest of the afternoon playing in the yard.....
(this child is all boy)
(Although there is no photographic evidence. As Keaton went to touch it, the frog jumped, which spooked Mama, who moved the camera.)
....filling the bird feeder...
(I had to call Collin from the store to ask where I would find bird seed and then he had to show me how to open the feeder, but dude, the feeder is filled!!)
....and checking out all of our flowers that are currently in bloom.
At dinner Collin said "this day...this is what weekends are all about."
I couldn't agree more.
Happy May Day everyone!