Bedding Pics

A few potshots of Russ’s new white-blue-and-brown, puppy-dogs-stripes-and-polka-dots bedding. I just bought a bunch of mix n’ match pieces and put them all together. I like it all though, and everything coordinates really well.

The Third Trimester…

Ahhh, finally. The third trimester is upon us. To be honest, I’m not really sure if I should get so excited about it, because I know too well that the hottest, most uncomfortable, cumbersome, and slow-going parts of my pregnancy are now lurking just around the corner. But I’m pretty relieved, pretty thankful to have made it this far and to have what my doctor is still calling a “textbook normal, boring old pregnancy.”

But, a few changes seem to have moved in on me just this past week, and I can’t say that I’m “enjoying” these new developments. For one thing, my lower abdomen just HURTS sometimes – as in, tender, bloated, stretched beyond belief…all kinds of unpleasant. But in the meantime, Russ is kicking and jumping around, which often doesn’t help much with the discomfort but does make me feel reassured that the twinges I’m feeling are normal pregnancy things and nothing to worry about. I got my first kick in the ribs earlier this week, which was an interesting experience. It wasn’t particularly painful, but I can see how in another 5 weeks or so, it could really get that way. There have been a few times that I’ve been sure Russ was head down with his feet under my lungs – but then again, just as many instances in which I was sure he was standing directly on top of my bladder, headbutting my bellybutton and doing some sort of “Make Mommy Pee Her Pants” raindance. I just hope he settles into the head down position by 35 weeks or so, so that I can worry a little less about a breech positioning issue.

Another third trimester nasty that has snuck up on me? Two words: Mood. Swings. Like earlier today at the grocery store after the gym:

There I am, with a sweat mark going straight up the crack of my yoga pants, wearing a stretched out maternity tank top that only fits my belly (it’s a tent everywhere else), a sports bra that couldn’t possibly make these third trimester boobies look presentable, face still flushed from the gym, trying to find the one elusive bag of salad at the Bi-Lo in Taylors that hasn’t started to turn brown. And then two little boys see me and start giggling – looking right at me, giggling. Couple this with the fact that every random person I passed in the store seemed to hone in on my belly and stare, as if they’d never before seen a knocked-up chick. This ended up with me morphing into “that lady” that glares back at these two unsuspecting (albeit rude and annoying) kids, guffawing in feigned laughter, muttering under my breath “Oh, yeah, that’s funny! Hahahaha, reallllllll funny!” Jonathan – and I’m sure, these two kids – seemed convinced at that moment that I had gone off the reservation. Since this Bi-Lo also didn’t have the mozzarella cheese I was wanting to make Caprese salad, I became really annoyed and we went to Publix instead. After that, I ended up trying to explain to Jonathan how men can’t possibly understand what pregnancy is like because they have “stupid, stupid penises and that’s all they think with” and then crying like a baby in the car in our driveway because I was “a horrible person who didn’t deserve to be anybody’s mother.” Oh, yes, we have reached that point.

God bless Jonathan for being so sweet about all of this. He laughed at my very seriously intended “stupid penises” comment, but he at least was able to see that I’m a woman possessed at this point.

So, as week 30 is rapidly approaching us…well, some stuff is changing. But it’s not bad stuff – just pregnancy stuff. As I’ve said many times throughout this whole thing and each time some new symptom or side effect pops up – “In 5 or 10 weeks, this will seem like small beans.” Well, it’s starting to hit now that in just another 10 weeks, ALL of this could really seem like small beans, because I could be holding my son. I have this sneaking suspicion that seeing his precious little face will make every mood swing, every craving, and every discomfort evaporate from memory. I just can’t wait for him to be here!

Crib Day!

Well, yesterday was a day we’ve been looking forward to for awhile now – the big crib installation! We bought our furniture in March to take advantage of a really good deal we came upon, but we picked it up yesterday and cleaned out the few remaining non-baby items that were still lurking in the old 3rd bedroom.
Jonathan did a really great job on the furniture. I helped a bit, where I could, but mostly just kept him company, read instructions, handed him tools when needed, and took pics. The furniture looks great and feels really sturdy – I think we picked a nice little set to start Russ off. Now that I’m seeing the crib in our house (as opposed to a baby furniture sales floor), I think we’ll definitely pick up the adult bed conversion rails pretty soon because the finish is really gorgeous. Looks a bit red in the pics, but it’s just your standard deep cherry finish.

Poor Jonathan, it was 95 degrees yesterday and SO humid – we both worked hard, but he definitely shouldered the bulk of the work.

Here’s the finished changer/dresser. The changer top was a separate piece from the dresser, so we can remove it when Russ is out of diapers, or leave it in place until all our future kids are out of diapers. Given the fact that most of the cussing stemmed from the changer (and not the crib, incredibly enough), I think it’ll probably be the latter of the two options.

I like a man that reads the instructions. Seeeeeeeeexy.

I did help Jon put the crib together in between camera snaps, I promise! The individual side panels weren’t that heavy, so I held them up as he put the thing together.

The finished product!

I’m so glad we picked this set! It really worked out well, especially with the scale of the furniture vs. the size of the nursery. It’s only about a 11 x 11 space, at the most, so we need all the space we can get.
So that was the small – but adventurous – process of turning the 3rd bedroom from “Man Cave” to “Baby Dwelling!” Time is going to fly by these last 98 days (Yep…98 days!), I know, and I’m just so excited for Russ to be here.

Belly Pics Update

Well, it’s about that time again. It was roughly 9 weeks ago that I last posted any belly pics, so I’d say we’re overdue for an update – because this baby is growing! Last time you saw me, at about 16 weeks, this was the tiny little bump I was so excited about.

Well, I knew it would get bigger, but I really expected it to take longer than it did. By about 21 weeks or so, it had become abundantly clear that Little Mr. Russ likes to hang out in the front and likes to hang out LOW (i.e. on my bladder). By now, 25 weeks and some change, he’s maintaining that footing while using the back side of my belly button as a batting cage. I don’t think he’s going to be a small baby, do you? 😉 I’m hazarding a guess of at least 8 lbs. (and that’s if I’m lucky, I’d say), but that’s just a prediction. Really, he could throw just about anything at us. As long as he’s healthy and happy, we’ll figure it out somehow. Here’s the progression over the last few weeks here…

19 weeks and happy to finally know IT’S A BOY!!

21 weeks (with Rocky at my side)

23 weeks and feeling a bit puffy from all the humidity 😦

24 weeks – an aerial view (hehe)

And finally, tonight, 25 weeks and growing fast!