31 Weeks

We are 31 weeks along, this week!  Time is still flying by.  People keep asking if I have reached the point where I want him out of me yet.  I tell them that while I am eager to meet him, I kinda want him to stay in there forever.  I love knowing he’s safe and happy!  
Last Tuesday night, I covered up in bed and just as the covers came over me, my stomach moved in a HUGE way.  I asked baby what on earth he was doing in there, but he settled down so I figured all was well.  That night, I had to get up to use the bathroom several more times than usual, and I had a sharp pain in my lower abdomen.  The next morning, after reading, I learned that baby might have just decided to turn upside and down and his head was now resting in my pelvis and on my bladder (which explained both the sharp pain, and the more frequent bathroom trips)!  It was much more uncomfortable to walk for most of the day, and for the first time, I felt like I was doing the waddle (you know the one…)!
At some point, he turned around again and I was feeling back to my old self.   Wednesday night, though, I laid down in bed again and covered up, only to have him flip again!  Once again, he did it one swift movement, as opposed to slowly rotating throughout the day.  I started wondering if this was going to be a habit… turning upside down at the end of the day and working his way back to being right side up while I was up and moving around.  He stayed that way into most of Thursday, but at some point, he (again) turned right side up (or the breech position…but I don’t like that word because it has a negative connotation)!
Saturday, he turned upside once again and I was back in discomfort.  Maybe this was the feeling people keep asking me about; maybe this is why they are expecting me to want him to come out of there.  It’s definitely less comfortable than when he is in the upright position!  As time gets even closer, one of these days, he will be turning upside down and staying that way (Lord willing). 
One night this past week, Carl and I were getting into bed and I non-chalantly told him “I have a feeling this baby is going to come early.”  I fully expected him to say something along the lines of “Oh no, this is your first baby, you’ll definitely be late… you’re just anxious so you think he’ll be early.”  But….. that wasn’t what Carl said.
“Me too!” was what he actually said.
I almost spit out my water in utter shock that he, too, thought this baby would be early!  “What do you mean?!” I asked.  He chuckled at me and said he just has a gut feeling that baby will be a little early.  That was not the affirmation that I was looking for.  I was expecting to hear I would be late, not early.  Maybe we are just both anxious, and completely wrong.  Gut instincts can be wrong!  
The next morning, I told my mom about my feeling (and I was about to tell her what Carl said when she interrupted…) “Yeah I’m thinking he’s going to be early!  That’s why I’m coming out there well before your due date!”  Once again, people… not the affirmation I was expecting.
Anyway, as long as he comes after 38 weeks, I’ll be a happy camper.  Don’t rob me of those last two weeks of pregnancy, baby boy.  Although, it will be an extra two weeks I get with you face to face, so if you do come then, I think we will still both be pretty happy.  
I told my mom that I was expecting to be bigger than I am at this point.  Her response?  “Honey, you’re pretty huge…”  I guess I just don’t FEEL big (most of the time).  I was expecting to not fit behind the steering wheel of the car…but I still can.  Yesterday I couldn’t buckle my shoes for the first time so my sweet Carl helped me out.  So even though I don’t FEEL big, when Carl takes his weekly picture of me and I see my profile, I can’t help but think I look like a house.  So, I’m bigger than I feel.  That’s okay.
Yesterday was Mother’s Day.  Happy Mother’s Day to all you mommas out there!  I hope you all had a relaxing day with your family.  I was greeted with three gift bags and flowers when I arrived downstairs yesterday morning.  Austin and baby got me a combined card that was very very sweet, and Austin gifted me with a gift certificate to my favorite fabric store!  Carl gave me a card (that made me cry) and a bottle of some perfume I had been loving.  And, last, but not least, my little baby gave me a gift certificate for a prenatal massage!  I was truly spoiled yesterday.  All three boys were far too sweet to me.  Thank you!
Here is my 31 week photo (taken after church yesterday).
31 weeks
And with that, I must say farewell.  I hope you have a lovely week!

30 Weeks

Hey, y’all!  We’re 30 weeks pregnant!  Just 10 more to go (if he comes on time and not early or late)!  Woohoo!  I can’t believe we are SO close to meeting our little prince!  He still has not turned upside down… but there is still time.  He seems pretty content, if you ask me.  I kinda hate to make him come out of there.  He’s all warm and cozy…. my sweet boy.  My doctor said she won’t let me go longer than 41 weeks.  So, baby boy, if you are still in there being all cozy at 41 weeks, I’m sorry but you’re going to be served an eviction notice.  As much as I’d like you to stay in there, we’ve got tons of people who REALLY want to meet you!
Here is my 30 week picture.  As Carl took this picture, he said “Holy crap, you’re huge!”  I know he means it in the nicest way possible (if there’s a nice way to say that to someone)… he isn’t calling me fat.  I just wanted to be clear on that, for those of you that don’t know my sweet husband.  He knows better than to call me fat, haha! 🙂  
Here is our weekly update on all things baby belly:
Best moment of the week? Carl put his hand on my stomach and baby put his little hand or foot against Carl’s hand.  It was very sweet.  It felt like he was giving his daddy a high-five, or trying to hold his hand.  I thought maybe I was imagining feeling him at that particular spot (or that my body was confused because Carl was touching me on the outside), so I pushed around to feel where he was and in that little spot, there was a tiny tiny lump.  Like a tiny hand or a tiny foot, or maybe a heel or elbow?  One of his little body parts was definitely there pushing against my skin, and it was the sweetest thing.  “High five, daddy!”  I had Carl push too, and he could feel the tiny lump as well.  Precious!

Best thing about being pregnant? Feeling baby boy kick, and move around, and snuggle.  I love feeling him, it just never gets old.  I think I will really miss this when he is out!  I have some sweet friends who have been letting me know that when he does come, I will most likely feel overwhelmingly sad that he is out.  I’m just trying to brace myself.  I know it is natural that he comes out, but my momma-bear instinct wants him where he is safe and happy! 

Do you get morning sickness?  Yep.  No big deal though.  Not anymore, at least!  I’ve gotten used to it.  However, that first trimester was a doozey… the CONSTANT nausea was overwhelming!  I think it’s pretty amazing how us women forget the bad sides of pregnancy (and childbirth).  We had some friends over a couple weeks ago and the girl was asking me how it was being pregnant.  I could only thing of all of the happy and wonderful things I’ve gotten to experience.  Carl interjected though, reminding me that the first trimester was awful… but somehow I’ve already forgotten that.  I can consciously remember it if I prompt myself (or if Carl prompts me), but it is definitely not the first thing that comes to mind.  It’s exactly how John 16:21 puts it: “A woman giving birth to a child has pain because her time has come; but when her baby is born she forgets the anguish because of her joy that a child is born into the world.”  Except, I’ve already forgotten some bad parts without him being in my arms!  God’s design is just perfect, isn’t it?!

Do you cry a lot? Not “a lot” necessarily… but more than I’d like to.  But after I cry, I feel much better!  Carl is always very sweet to me when I cry.  He’s kind of gotten used to it, and isn’t as concerned when I spontaneously burst out in tears.  But he’s still sensitive to me, and always gives me hugs and love, and lets me cry it out.  Such a good guy.  🙂

What was the first thing you bought for the baby? This adorable outfit: Untitled

Who will be in the delivery room with you?
  My wonderful husband and my amazing momma 🙂  (This morning we got to talking about who will be at my head and who will be at my feet… apparently BOTH want to be at my feet!  We might have to do some rotations because I’m going to need a hand to squeeze!)  I haven’t asked my dad if he wants to be in there, but he is welcome in as well, if that is what he wants.  My philosophy is this: if you changed my diaper when I was a baby, or if you’re my husband, you can come in the room.  🙂 And if my dad did come in, then both Carl and my mom would be at my feet and dad would stay at my head!

Have you had any pregnancy dreams? 
Yes.  And so have my mom and Carl.  My mom dreamt baby came out in a hard hat, as a toddler.  Carl dreamt that baby came out walking and talking.  I dreamt he came out as an 8 month old (a very happy one at that!), and then a couple nights later I dreamt I gave birth at 7 months (but he was 8 pounds and healthy).  In the dream, I called my mom to tell her I had the baby and I said, “My heart is now outside of my body!” She didn’t understand what I meant and asked if I was okay, then I told her “Yes, my heart is outside of my body…your grandson has been born!”  

And one more pic, just for the cuteness…
Here are our little ladies.  Traffic jam on the staircase to our bed!