29 and 30 Weeks

Another post with lots to report.

Since I last wrote, we've had our Wilmington baby shower. It was VERY well attended and we got lovely things. Many things that were beautiful, many that were practical, and a few that crossed into both categories. One thing is for certain after the shower; Emma should never be cold. We got countless handmade blankets for her. Some were family heirlooms, some were made for her, all were special. I kept imagining her lying on them for pictures. Some of the gifts we best remember off the top of our heads Dan's baby carrier and diaper bag, a pink hippo rattler in honor of a family friend who died who loved hippos, a handmade green smocked outfit for Emma, embroidered goodies made by Dan's aunt, my diaper bag with "W-R" on it in aqua, and a ultrasound piece of art made by Gray, my cousin.

My brother really wanted to get us the car seat that we registered for, but it was constantly out of stock. So he ended up giving us a gift card to go toward that purchase. In a lot of ways, I'm really glad it didn't work out that he got the car seat, because after the shower I did some exhausting and frustrating research about car seats, strollers, and their combos called "travel systems." I became quite overwhelmed with all the statistics and reviews. Eventually, however, we chose a Graco travel system, tried it out in person at a local Toys-R-Us, and then used two gifts cards to purchase it at target.com. It came super quickly and now we have a car seat and stroller, which count for two of the biggest items on my "priority list." So yay for my brother!

Also, since my last blog, Dan and Alan rocked putting down the flooring in the nursery, living, and dining areas of the house. And they even managed to accomplish it all in one day, rather than in two. Which means Dan also got to relax the Sunday of that weekend, which he really needed. On the Saturday that they worked, my job was mostly to stay out of the house and provide lunch when it was time. So I spent the morning at my mom and dad's house completing my list of people who I wanted to write thank you notes for. I had an extremely frustrating conversation with both of my parents, individually, about doula services. My dad's tone of voice most resembled disgust. The stress of these conversations weights extremely heavily on me. Last Wednesday, I worked very hard to process my thoughts in a written form that I could share with them. My key points of communication were: They don't have to be pro-doula, but they do have to respect our decision to have a doula. Their negativity was causing me stress, which is not good for me nor is it good for Emma, so I would not be accepting it anymore. And I printed out a few different articles about doulas that included a combination of information and statistics. I think we have gotten to a point where I can talk with them in the future and not feel so anxious, angry, and stressed. In short, I think the conversation went about as well as it could have.

Back to the Saturday with the flooring. The second big thing that kept me out of the house was first ever "birth circle" at a local place called Tmuffin. My friend Machelle and I, along with her newborn, Emmie, met with several other moms and moms-to-be. Members in the group shared their birth stories. I shared my pregnancy story and about my parents. The group helped me process further what I ended up sharing above. One thing is for sure, the more I learn, the happier I am with our decision to hire Julie as our doula.

After the flooring was completed, Dan went to my parents' and got all the shower gifts and our crib and mattress! This past weekend, he put the crib together! The nursery is really starting to come together and look like a place where Emma could live! Some of the big items we still need are a bassinet for our bedroom, because that's where she'll sleep for the first little while. We would like to have a glider and ottoman that we've registered for. A big thing about that for me is that we have such a small home, that we don't have a lot of chairs. In the nursery right now, there is only a rocker that has been in my family for decades. I'm hoping that we get the glider/ottoman so that I have a place to sit, as does anyone else visiting us. We would also like a second car seat for Dan's car. Although, for a while we could probably make due with the one we have, especially while I'm on maternity leave.

Yesterday was our last birthing class at the hospital. I hope to take the time soon and type up all my notes from the class because there was so much information that I feel certain I need to review it. Another big item on our agenda soon needs to be calling a pediatrician's office and seeing if we or I can schedule a time for a tour. I think our first choice right now is a place called Carolina Pediatrics. Two doctor's offices were recommended to us when I asked on an online parenting group. But with the second office, from my understanding, you have to take that office's particular birthing classes and frankly, there's just no time for that.

As of now, Dan and I have had three maternity photo shoots. The first one, we did at Fort Fisher near Carolina Beach. I wore a long striped sun dress with a bright blue short-sleeved sweater. Dan wore a bright blue shirt with khaki pants. The day was quite cloudy for most of the shoot, but several of the shots were absolutely lovely. We did get about 10-15 minutes of sunshine breaking through the clouds, which led to some awesome silhouetted photos. Then we did a shoot downtown by the boardwalk. We dressed up a bit more for that one. Dan wearing a cranberry colored button up shirt and his gray suit pants. I wore a dark purple dress with a shawl that turned out not to coordinate with my dress as much as I hoped it would. But from the "teaser" photos I've seen so far, I especially like the black and white photos in those outfits. The last shoot was a Hugh MacRae park. I really liked what we wore then. I had a dark gray sweater dress with a periwinkle tank top underneath. I also wore tall black boots I just got to accommodate my swollen pregnancy feet. Through the loving efforts of a friend and an amazing hairdresser, Dan and I also were both able to get haircuts before these last two shoots, making me feel much more comfortable about our curliness for the photos. The teasers from the park shoot have been nice so far. I can't wait to see more!

Yesterday, I went for a routine appointment at my ob/gyn. Everything was going okay for a while. I learned that the pelvic/groin pain I've been experiencing is "normal." Which is both good and bad. The good part is huge because it means that nothing is wrong. The bad news is that I have to cope with the pain. It occurs most when I've slept through the night and first try to stand. But it's also quite awful when I try to get up after sitting for a while. The doctor explained that my pelvic bones and muscles are practicing stretching outward to eventually prepare for birth. But that also means, that each time I stand that pain ensues because the muscles and bones are having to move closer together again. Fun stuff! The less fun stuff happened in the appointment when they checked Emma's heart rate. It has been in the low to mid 150s my entire pregnancy. But yesterday, it was in the 190s. The doctor said she was moving around a ton, which could cause the heart rate spike. But she wanted to monitor is because having moments of her heart rate being that high was okay, but it was a concern if it stayed there. So they tried to get me in a belly band with a heart and uterus monitor. However, Emma was moving around so much, they weren't able to catch her heart rate for more than a few seconds at a time. Acknowledging that their machine was not the best, they decided to send me to triage at the hospital. I cannot even begin to say how much I didn't want that to happen. But of course I wanted to make sure things were okay, so to the hospital I headed. In the meantime, I updated Dan via text. I didn't think he would or could come. But he shared that when he went to update his boss that he started to cry, and then told me that he needed to come; for his own peace of mind. Thinking of him getting choked up and worried made me cry too. So we both ended up at the hospital with my belly being monitored for quite some time. Definitely not how I had been hoping the day would go. But they said everything looked find. Her rate stayed within good limits. My blood pressure and heart rate also looked okay. They made sure I had an appointment set up soon for a follow-up, otherwise I think they would have scheduled me for one.

A couple things we did learn from the on-call doctor are that my doctors might start checking my BPP, or biophysical profile. These are numbers that will tell them if I need to have Emma sooner rather than later, especially with my gestational diabetes. She also talked about how I might need to be induced, also because of the GDS. The word "toxic" was used to describe what sugar is to my placenta. Basically, it sounds like sugar will cause the placenta to potentially break down sooner than a healthy placenta. All in all, having gestational diabetes just sucks on so many levels. I now have a list of questions I want to talk to one of my doctors about next week. Speaking of, that's also our next ultrasound. We've invited both of our moms. I'm not totally happy about the thoughts of them in the room with us. I think I invited them more out of a sense of obligation. My mom has been blunt and very clear for months that she wanted to be at an ultrasound. And I couldn't invite my mom without also inviting Dan's. I hope it'll be okay. We do think that we'll ask them to leave at some point when we want to talk with the doctor about some of our concerns. I'd just feel more comfortable overall if it was just us in those times.

As for Emma these past couple of weeks. At week 29, she was compared in size to a pineapple. She is supposedly getting big enough that her larger movements won't be potent. That's what they SAY but I certainly haven't felt that yet because her movement still get me to jumping on a regular basis. Her size is definitely increasing my acid reflux and indigestion. I've been having more trouble sleeping because of it. Her lungs and muscles continue to mature and I've been encouraged to keep up protein and iron intake. Soon, her movements are supposed to plateau to the point they'll stay for the remainder of my pregnancy. Hormones are relaxing my muscle tissues which are preparing me for birth. At the same time, this may be causing some of my pain and indigestion. Super!

At week 30, she is compared to the size of a cantaloupe or butternut squash, depending on the source. Her lanugo, or body hair, may be falling off as she prepares for delivery. She's supposedly going to be putting up to half a pound a week until she is born. Her eyes are in place but still developing. She can open them, but her vision is extremely poor. At this point, most babies will move from a breech position to the placement that makes it easier for birth. Head down! Apparently, I could also notice the return of mood swings. Well, that is for damn sure because I have been weepy and angry at some point nearly every day for a while now. I've also been sleepy more, which is not surprising considering I'm having more difficulty sleeping. It doesn't help when we have dreary, rainy days like today.

On our agenda this week: writing our birth plan! Dan's parents are also coming on Saturday. His dad will help with the shoe molding in the house. His mom and I will probably run a couple errands together. And then I'm hoping for a Sunday of more progress in the house. More soon!

Photos from these past couple weeks:

28 Weeks

What a busy time it's been lately! So many things to share about in this blog. So much that I'm sure I'll forget something. So I think chronologically listing things will be the best choice for most complete recall. This has also been the most Emma-focused week we've had so far during my pregnancy.

Last Monday, we started out birthing classes at the hospital. I appreciate our main instructor. She'll be teaching us 3 out of our 4 classes. Because of the short duration, we dove right in. The information was overwhelming, but good. I'm grateful that we're doing it. I imagine most things will come through coaching and instinct when the time for labor finally arrives, but hopefully something will be able to be recalled in the moment because of the information we've been exposed to. 

Last Wednesday, Sally and Alan (one of my co-workers and her husband) came over and Dan and Alan discussed putting in the flooring we've bought. My goal to be helpful beforehand, is to pack up small things like DVDs and books, so that shelves and whatnot can be more easily moved for flooring installation. Alan seemed pretty positive about the process, even though it seems completely overwhelming to me. My main goal during the initial weekend when they'll work is to stay out of the house and out of the way. Hopefully, I'll also run 1-2 food runs each day. I still want to do something as a thank-you for him. Not sure what it'll be yet.

On Thursday, it was the busiest day yet. We had two doctor's appointments, one with our specialist, and one with an NP at the regular ob-gyn office. The two appointments were back-to-back and wore me OUT. One of the best moments was when they switched the ultrasound screen over to a 3D image of Emma. It was not something we planned on, nor were we expecting it to happen. But all of a sudden, there she was. She looked like a real person. She has adorable chunky cheeks and a developing personality already! She was also very clearly tired of being poked during the process, because she was throwing up her arms in a clear "Stop it!" gesture. I was very weepy actually seeing her squishy little face. Then, after we left the second appointment, we drove to my parents' house to borrow their truck. We went and picked up the flooring which at arrived at the store. Once we came home, wonderful Dan unloaded it all by himself because even single boxes were much too heavy for me to pick up. Then, back to my parents' we traveled to return the truck, the off to Dan's softball game (which they won!). Finally, we came home and both crashed from that very loooong day.

Friday was our second meeting with our doula. Although, it was our first official meeting with her after we'd decided to hire her. She asked lots of questions and started filling out some informational paperwork on us. We also began the conversation around our birth plan. Here's what I know so far: I want to labor at home for as long as possible. As soon as I think I'm in labor, I'll call Julie and she'll come over. I have also decided that I don't want to let anyone know my labor has begun yet because I want to contain things for as long as possible. Julie went over some labor positions I could be in. I also got my baby carrier from her; the one with all the good mojo. It felt like a wonderful conversation overall.. She also left me with three books and a set of affirmation cards. I plan on going through, picking out my favorites, and making my own group. I want to make sure this is in there: "I can do this." It may sound simple, but I feel like it's going to be a very important message to remind myself.

Saturday brought Dan's parents into town for our first baby shower! I had been needlessly worried that people would say hurtful things, but everyone was so sweet. Several family members, friends, and Wrightsboro people came. We got lovely gifts. They were a combination of practical and personalized. The food was delicious, the sweet support was overwhelming, and the whole experience was fun, exhausting, and wonderful. The rain even held off until after the shower. We took all the gifts to my parents' house so we have less things here during our flooring adventure. So while I'm sad not to have things here to go through and play with, I am grateful for the place to hold things during our renovation. Some of the gifts that really stood out to me: a handmade blanket Dan used in his childhood that was made by his great-grandma Justice; my awesome diaper bag that my mom got "W-R" embroidered on; a handmade smocked outfit from a Wrightsboro church member; a fancy bouncer/mover that we'll be able to put Emma in and have her automatically moving to hopefully comfort her; and Dan's baby carrier! It was a lovely, tiring, smiley time. 

Sunday, we slept in. Dan started pulling up the carpet in the nursery while I began on some thank you notes. Then I took a late shower to keep my hair as frizz-less as possible because we were getting our first round of maternity photos taken! We went down to Fort Fisher and took photos in the amazing and crooked trees down there as well as on the beach. I was worried that the sun wouldn't make any appearance during our shoot, but we got 10-15 minutes of glorious sunshine with beautiful and colorful clouds. I only saw a few pictures on her camera, but I liked them. I can't wait to see more! But it may take 1-2 weeks before we do. I'll just have to hold my breath!

As I said, a very busy week!

As for me this week, I'm officially in my third trimester! How crazy is that!? Apparently, her viability percentage at this point is around 80%. Each week I keep her in and cooking, the better off she is! As for my symptoms this week, I'm still dealing with carpal tunnel in my hands. My heartburn has been worse, but I was told at the doctor that I'm not taking as much Zantac as I could, so thankfully I've increased the dosage of that and have been able to get a couple nights with better sleep. Emma is doing wonderfully. At 28 weeks on the nose, most of her measurements were between 28 weeks 5 days and 29 weeks 3 days. They estimate that she's currently around three pounds. My app tells me she's the size of a coconut or a head of cauliflower. Emma is getting better at controlling her own body temperature, which is major for the pregnancy because it means she is getting closer to sustaining herself. Also, her adrenal glands are now secreting androgen or estrogen, which signal to my body to begin lactation. She also continues to dream, but about what, who knows?! I also feel her kick all the time. Some of her kicks and punches pack a wallop and make me jump! Many of the people I'm around on a regular basis have learned what these jumps mean and usually just ask, "Emma?" smilingly. Yep, usually.

That's all for now! More soon!

26 & 27 Weeks

Well first off, my blood pressure has been better as I've been checking in. I think dropping out of a few things has really helped lower my anxiety. Laughter also helps. Which occurred with an absolutely ridiculous interaction: One morning recently, I was reaching up into a kitchen cabinet to get a jar of peanut butter. In the process, I knocked down a container of cocoa powder...which opened and spilled EVERYWHERE. All over the counter, the fronts of the kitchen drawers, the stove, the floor, and on me. All over my shirt and the brand new pair of pants I finally broke down and bought to accommodate my baby belly. This morning, Dan happened to have a late morning for work. He was lying back down in bed, but I went into the bedroom, stunned at what happened. I managed to share that I needed help. He popped out of bed ready to do what he could. He even managed to keep his laughing to a minimum! Then he had the goofy and brilliant suggestion to vacuum the powder up. The best part is that he vacuumed my outfit. You read that right. He vacuumed my outfit. I was shaking with giggles the whole time. But it really helped! My outfit was wearable! I swear, I felt like I was in an "I Love Lucy" episode.  

Having these moments of giggles have been good when they come, because my temper and patience have been shorter. I have been using Dan as a sounding board to find out when my feelings are somewhat reasonable and when they're really off kilter. For example, my mom keeps trying to get me to decide about things that are much lower on my priority list right now - like what outfit I want to have to wear at the hospital after the baby is born. That's much lower on my than other things. And Dan pointed out that I still have a whole trimester, therefore three months, to go before my due date. So buying something this early on would probably not be a good idea. Also, she wanted me to pick something out so she could give it to me at our baby shower next weekend, and I'm pretty uncomfortable with the idea of opening a gift with clothing in my size. I'm very self-conscious about it. There was one time this week, though, when I didn't feel like they were though. Dan and I have decided to hire a doula. It's a concept we first became familiar with several years ago through friends, and the more I learn about it, the more comfortable and hopeful I feel about having a compassionate, informed advocate on our side. I shared this news with my mom and met with a surprising amount of resistance. When I've tried to talk with her about it, she's been extremely closed off and snarky. She won't open up to me about why she's so seemingly angry about it, but it's intense. It all came to a head this morning and I think that the topic is something I will be uncomfortable broaching for a long while. My main concern now is that Julie, who we want to hire, will be treated poorly by my mom. Learning from her reaction, we decided to try a different approach with Dan's parents and wrote them an email that included Julie's contract as well as a couple articles about what doulas are. Now I'm anxiously awaiting a response from them.

On another note, Emma has been moving around like crazy this week! I'm finally seeing her move in my abdomen, though Dan hadn't yet. So one afternoon, when she was particularly wiggly, I video taped it and send it to Dan. Then later, I shared it with our moms and a couple friends. So much fun! And by now he's seen it in person too!

As for me, I'm still facing acid reflux. Between that and some hip pain, sleeping is becoming a more of an obstacle. I keep hoping for some pretty good sleep before Emma arrives, because I know once she's here, sleep will become a rare commodity. As for Emma, she's was the size of a butternut squash at 26 weeks and is now the size of a "bunch of bananas" or a large cucumber at 27 weeks. Both of my apps say that Emma is over 2lbs now and around 15 or so inches long. It just seems so big!

I've read that I could start having contractions as my body prepares for birth. Emma is plumping up so she'll be ready to regulate her own body temperature after she's born. Her eyes are finally starting to open and she'll be more responsive to light, which we've definitely found to be true when we held a light up to my stomach! She definitely moved around when it was there. She's borrowing some of my antibodies to help her immune system. Soon, I'll get my flu shot at work so she'll be even better taken care of. Most of her bodily systems are intact and most of the rest of her development revolves around putting on height and weight. The doctor's office has added an iron supplement to my daily list of "to take" things. My recent blood tests show that I'm slightly anemic. So...it's been added and hopefully it's doing what it needs to.  

Next week, I'll be starting my third trimester! We have back to back appointments with the specialist and with the nurse practitioner. When we go to the doctor, we'll have our next ultrasound. They're also going to do an echo of Emma's heart. Apparently, when moms-to-be at their practice have some of the risk factors that I do, that's one of the things they do; check the heart more fully. I really hope everything's okay.

Last thing for now: I had been trying to come to terms with the reality that we couldn't hire someone to take photos of Dan and me while I'm pregnant. I had really been wanting that because it's a really special time and it may or may not be the only time we experience pregnancy and expecting a baby. I cried to him one night, realizing that there were so many other things we needed to spend money on. Instead of letting the subject die there, he reached out to a photography group he's involved with. Within 24 hours, we had three photographers step up to say they would take "trade for" photos for us. Trade for, or "tf" means that they'll be free, though the photographer will be able to use them on their websites and whatnot. It's like what Dan does with many of his models. We're hoping to do shoots at the beach, at a local park, and downtown. I've been thinking about outfits we might wear to each. I was so excited and grateful! So we'll have even more photographs to document this time than I could have hoped for!

24 & 25 Weeks

One of the big things happening these past couple of weeks is that I've been having trouble with my blood pressure. It's caused a couple extra doctor visits. Now I'm having to track my blood pressure as well as my sugar. Luckily, one of the nurses I work with was able to share an automatic blood pressure cuff with me so I can keep track of it at home. Acid reflux is still a terrible thing. In the past month, I think I've only had one night where I wasn't woken up because of the terrible burning.

Some good and productive things that have happened are more cleaning and purging. Dan's dad came up this weekend and the two of them moved the china cabinet from the front bedroom (nursery in progress) into our bedroom. Then they also put together the dresser for the nursery. We also picked out and bought a paint color! It's a lovely and bright lighter blue. And the light pink curtains with small white polka dots arrived. The next bigger project will be the painting. I really wish I could help with that, but we weren't able to find the chemical and fume free paint. Maybe I can at least help with the taping.

Invitations for our Wilmington baby shower were supposed to go into the mail today! We went to Target and updated our registry there. It feels like there's so much to do and get done! Not to mention, still so much to get. Some of the main items I know we need include: a bassinet for our room for baby to sleep in, a car seat, a stroller, a baby monitor, and sheets for the bed. There are a ton more things we want and need, of course. And several things that will make our world a little easier.

We met with a potential doula this week as well. I wasn't sure for a while if it was something I would want to consider. But when friends had their baby this last week and talked about the amazing value of having their midwife, I decided I wanted to look into doula services. Especially when I had a severe moment of panic where I felt completely overwhelmed - specifically about a birth plan. One conversation with Julie helped me feel validated and already much more comfortable. We've decided we want to hire her. We just need to get the funds figured out so we can compensate her. Another wonderful thing about meeting with her is that I got to try on some baby wearing gear. I'd been worried about being too plus sized for them. But she brought a couple I could try on after our more official meeting. One of them fit particularly well and was comfortable, not to mention beautiful. But the story behind it made me love it even more. Several years ago, she had it custom made for a doula client that she had a personal connection with. Julie even helped design it and picked out the material. When that mom was finished with it, she sold it to another mom...who sold it to another mom...who eventually consigned it. Julie found it in a consignment shop and bought it back! So in addition to fitting well and looking beautiful, it's got all this wonderful mojo. I plan to buy it from her so I can wear our tiny one out and about. 

One speed bump along the way with this is that my first conversation with my mom about wanting to hire a doula was not very good. She was not receptive to the notion and passive aggressively talked about the doctor's potential problem with it. Julie has worked with doctors at Glen Meade before and she's on the Family Life Committee at this hospital this year. She's responsible, professional, and will not be getting in the way of the doctors. But frankly, it sounds like the MDs will be much less present until the actual pushing. Julie would be there to help with natural pain management, support for Dan, helping me find positions to be in for comfort and to help with labor. And she'll be a neutral person on our birthing team to help us do the best to create and follow through our birth plan. Moreover, she'll also stick around after we have the baby to help us set up in our house, help me with breastfeeding, and so forth. I plan to have a face to face conversation with mom about doula services. But I have an event for work I need to get through first.

As for baby, these past two weeks she has been the size of an eggplant to a rutabaga and napa cabbage. I checked out the latter two when we went to the grocery store tonight. It seems so big! I also feel her move all throughout the day now, especially when I'm sitting still. Her heart rate continues to be in the mid 150s at the doctor. I'm finally not feeling nervous waiting to hear it, because her movement lets me know she's okay. Also this week, I saw my stomach move with one of her kicks! Dan hasn't been able to catch that yet, but I hope he will soon. My apps also let me know that she's plumping up some now. She can supposedly detect and respond to light and, of course, she continues to hear me better each week. Her nostrils are starting to open and the air sacs in her lungs continue to develop, priming her to breathe air in just a few months. She has hit a milestone with her lungs, meaning she is getting more to the point of viability outside the womb

A side project I decided to work on is gathering artwork from friends for the nursery. As it is, including Dan and me, there will be nine pieces of original artwork at this time. I'm excited to surround her with beautiful things made with love.

In the next few weeks, some of the things we're looking forward to most are birthing classes, going to Pfeiffer's homecoming, and going to the Renaissance Festival in Concord with my friend Lynda. I'm especially looking forward to Pfeiffer. I've been getting particularly sentimental about going where our relationship began; especially as we are on the cusp of a huge change in our relationship and family status.

More soon!

22 & 23 Weeks

This has been a busy past couple of weeks. Therefore, I'm behind on writing and decided to combine my 22nd and 23rd weeks of pregnancy into one blog.

Last week, my husband, mom, dad, and I traveled to Maryland for my cousin Michelle's wedding. Three out of the four of us were sick and we were all sharing a hotel room. It made for some very awful nights with little sleep. Two things that have significantly gotten worse these past couple of weeks are acid reflux and carpel tunnel type tingling in my hands and fingers. Both have been making me very uncomfortable. For the first one, I had to sleep in the chair in the hotel room more often than the bed, because sitting up sleeping helped gravity work in my favor. But it didn't stop me from having a night where I spent most of the time in the bathroom, my upset body trying to vomit all the acid from my stomach. The whole experience was pretty terrible. For the most part, though, I enjoyed the time with my family. I don't get to see this side very often, but being sick was making it really hard to fully engage. Also, I was officiating the wedding, so I had nerves preparing for that. But I think it all worked out. I even managed to keep some of my voice that, though husky, was able to project without a microphone for the ceremony. 

The third symptom that has been more difficult this week is that my feet and ankles have been swelling significantly. I spent most of the reception sitting at the table, with my legs propped up in Dan's lap. He sweetly held glasses with ice to my ankles to help me feel better. One of my aunt's friends told her to tell me that I had the sweetest husband. Don't I know it. I am very grateful for his loving nature and his kind attentiveness while I've been pregnant. I didn't want to miss any of the reception because, as I said, I don't get to see these family members often. So we stayed the whole time; me with my feet propped and Dan being sweet and awesome. 

One other significant interaction from the wedding weekend was seeing my biological grandmother for the first time in 11 years. That's also how long it's been since we've spoken to each other. While the story behind all that is much too long and exhaustive for me to want to get into now, suffice it to say that I was feeling quite anxious about seeing her and what our interactions would bring. Specifically, I was worried about two things. 1) A feeling of forced intimacy, as though the past decade plus would not have mattered. And 2) That she was recently in touch with my biological mom and I felt very possessive of my personal information. For example, I didn't want my biological mom to know anything about me being pregnant or even how I was doing overall. I don't feel like she deserves to know. I think this interaction my by grandmother went as well as it could have. We were kind to one another, nothing felt forced either positively or negatively, and she went out of her way to get several outfits for Emma in a variety of sizes. As for the latter worry, she explained to my aunt that she is no longer in touch with my biological mother. Whether it's true or not, I felt a bit relieved to hear it. 

At the end of our trip to Maryland, Emma had been gifted several outfits, a bib, a burp cloth, and a small crocheted pink sweater ornament. What a lucky girl she is. Although, I do admit that as of today, only having just over 16 weeks left in my pregnancy feels like nothing for all that we have left to do! I just have to hope that we will somehow manage. Speaking of tasks left to do, we also ordered the laminate flooring we hope to put down in the house instead of our very old carpet. It's currently backordered, so it'll be a few weeks before it arrives and then can be put in. I have to keep telling myself to breathe. Somehow it will work. "Perfect" is not something I'm trying to achieve. I'm just trying to prepare our house enough that a baby would be able to eat, sleep, and poop. That's more manageable right? We registered at Target the Monday after arriving home from Maryland. It was both fun and overwhelming. I am grateful for the two showers that are being discussed for the Autumn. I hope they will help me feel a bit more prepared. In the meantime, I want us to pick out a paint color for the nursery and get to work on that while we're waiting for the flooring to arrive. 

At the end of so many days sharing a hotel room and car with my parents, I was definitely ready to get back home and life with Dan again. But before our trek home, we were hit with some devastating news. When we got into our car after the wedding, my mom had two missed calls - one from my aunt, one from my cousin. My mom said she had a bad feeling, especially because they knew we were at Michelle's wedding. My mom called them both back. She couldn't reach my aunt, but she did manage to get my cousin. She quickly started crying at the news she was told. She got off the phone as soon as she could to tell us that a friend's husband shot and killed himself that night. My mom was sobbing in the back seat, and I was sitting in the front seat, absolutely stunned. Somewhere in the haze that followed, it occurred to me that this family might ask me to do the funeral for them. Our families are very interconnected and I had officiated a funeral for another family member earlier this year. I spent most of the night thinking and then writing out some thoughts that I might could use in a service, if asked.

Sure enough, on Monday, my aunt called me and passed along a message. I think the assumption that I would officiate was so prevailing, that I never got officially asked. Rather, I was just checked with that a certain day and time would work for me. I spent a huge amount of my week preparing. Not just the writing, but the thinking, grieving, crying, pondering, and feeling. It was the hardest funeral I've ever had to do. And the most attended. So many people were present to know and support the family. And I think it's part of why I postponed writing this blog for so long. Because these past two weeks of my pregnancy have been much overshadowed by other life events; Michelle's wedding and Jon's death. 

But as for my pregnancy, here are some of my thoughts and updates. This week marked a change on things feeling much harder. The swelling, the tingling hands that inhibit certain tasks, and the acid reflux which has particularly made sleeping difficult, are all very prevalent. I've been trying not to complain much. I acknowledge the difficulties, don't get me wrong, and I share them with Dan whenever I need to. But I keep remembering hearing friends in the past complaining about their pregnancies, when I wasn't pregnant and longing to be. And it would make me so bitter. I would be so frustrated at their insensitivity in sharing their complaints with me. I felt like the worst recipient of their comments because I kept thinking, "Stop complaining to me! At least you're pregnant!" And there are definitely people I could never and would never share these thoughts with. But I have still found myself crying these past couple of weeks, wondering if I could handle these symptoms getting worse. Then also imagining what other symptoms may come along the way. As it is, my nurses at work are having to check my blood pressure regularly because the doctor's office is worried that it's a factor in my swollen feet. Which could be a precursor to preeclampsia. If either number in my blood pressure gets above 140/90, then I'm supposed to call them and/or come in. And it's been close a couple times. 

At 22 weeks, Emma was the size of corn on the cob. This week, she is the size of a bunch of grapes. I've also learned that her face has fully formed and is just waiting for more fat to fill it out some. Her ears are still developing and her sense of hearing is greatly improving. Also, her blood vessels are continuing to develop in her lungs to help her breathe! And she is definitely starting to kick more! I feel it and know that it's what I'm feeling - finally! Now I've been trying to help Dan feel it. No luck on that front yet, but I can just imagine the look on his face when it happens for the first time. *Update since writing this just a few hours ago! Dan felt Emma move! I pulled him over because she seemed particularly wiggly. He held his hand on my lower stomach. After a minute, he sweet voice got higher and hmhe said, "I think I felt her!!" O got very emotional. I tried not to cry too much while he was still feeling because it makes it harder to feel. It was such a sweet, special moment. Today, I also finished my first ever blanket and I made it for Emma. So that makes row milestones today. 

This past Sunday, September 6th, was our 13th engagement anniversary. It's been 13 years since he proposed and we really decided that we wanted to spend our lives together. We went downtown and had lunch at a riverside restaurant. We then followed that with dessert at a new crepe place. And Emma was kicking the whole time we were there! Dan shared a post on facebook that we were checking out Betsey's Crepes for the first time; and he wrote that he was there with me and Emma. It still makes me smile thinking about how he included her. Which brings me to my final thought for this week. I have a new favorite word. It's "daughter."

Until next time!

21 Weeks

Because I was late writing last week, I've already updated my blog a bit. But I still want to keep to my intention of writing once a week. So let's see what I can write about...

This week baby is the size of a banana. Both Dan and I are grateful for a size comparison to something that has a mostly consistent size. For almost a week now, I've been dealing with a terrible cough and cold, which has been taking it out of me. Emma is developing her nerves and sense of touch. Also, her inner ear is developing which is given her a sense of balance! Such a strange thing to consider. I have learned that her pancreas is also growing and producing hormones, which may take some of the hormonal pressure off of me.

In this week's profile photo that Dan and I took, I can see a significant bump where she is! It's like, "yep, there's Emma!" And my favorite tidbit so far this week is that my daily movements rock her to sleep throughout most of the day. And! I may start to notice my hair growing in thicker than before. I can definitely tell that on my legs! Geez. I've never been one to shave all the time, taking great relief in my light, thin leg hair. But lately, that has not been the case. It definitely is making me more self-conscious. We'll just see how long my baby bump allows me to shave comfortably!

I think this will be a shorter blog this week. It happens. Especially when I'm feeling puny. So the last thing I want to share right now is that this coming Saturday is my cousin Michelle's wedding in Baltimore. I'm really looking forward to seeing family and officiating the wedding. Fun stuff! So hopefully, if I feel better and have the time, I'll have more to share next week. Off for now!

20 Weeks

Well obviously the most important thing on my mind today is that we found out the sex of our baby! We're having a girl! We're pretty sure her name is going to be Emma Rose. The appointment on Wednesday of this week was not my favorite...by a long shot. We waited for over an hour before we were brought back and then Emma was not cooperating with the sonographer. In addition to all her measurements, they needed four different views of her heart. She was sleeping so soundly that they actually had me get dressed again and jump up and down for several minutes before we tried again. Eventually, she got checked out, but not before every other person had already left the building except for us and two staff members. They showed us out a side door because all the others were locked up! By the time we left, I was feeling exhausted and frustrated. Especially because we arrived at the office around 3:15 and didn't leave until 6:15! I was very grateful when Dan pulled me into a warm, loving hug in the parking lot and just held me for a minute. He said sweetly, "We're having a girl" reminding me of the big news we had found out. It slowed me down and helped me appreciate the moment. It felt especially poignant because that's the feeling we both had - that it was a girl. The ultrasound tech was so funny. She said, "Here's a leg. (she typed in a "leg" label)  And here's a leg. (she typed in a second "leg" label)  And there's nothing in the middle! It's a girl!" We looked at each other, holding hands, both of us with tears in our eyes. It was such a special moment. 

Afterward, we headed across town to my parents' house. Dan's parents were there too. As I shared before, to prepare for the day, I had made two baby hats - one pink, one blue. We walked up to the house and I had the pink hat behind my back. Everyone was in the living room when we arrived. I pulled around the pink hat and there was a great, wonderful response. Dan's mom had really been wanting a girl. Although she told me she had a feeling we were having a boy, I really think she was just trying not to get her hopes high for a girl. All along, my mom said she didn't have a feeling one way or another, but when we told her it was a girl, she seemed surprised. Like she may have thought it was a boy after all. We all went to dinner downtown at The George. Neither Dan nor I had ever been there before. It was a nice restaurant with good food that seemed fitting for a special occasion. Now if we ever go back there, we'll have the story of "We came here the night we found out we were having a girl." A moment at dinner that particularly made me smile when my dad was talking about the name we picked out. He cracked me up as he kept up a running commentary, almost to himself. "I like the name Emma...it's old-fashioned sounding...but also kind modern...and it'll be easy for her to say...and easy to spell..." On and on he went with me smiling and listening.  I have been grateful that the responses to the names we've picked out have been positive overall. Especially because what she introduces herself with throughout her life! We figured, too, that giving her the last name that we are, that naming her something simpler and more classic was a kind and loving thing to do.

Since Wednesday, I've been trying to get used to saying "her," "she," and, most importantly, "Emma." I know I want to reread Jane Austen's Emma before she arrives. This is one of the many sources where we appreciate the name. As for Rose, not only is it a lovely and natural sounding name, but it has several connections as well. My aunt who passed away five years ago was Rosemary. The stuffed animal I was gifted from my Godfather when I was two, I named Rosie. And there are a couple of people I know whose first or middle names are Rose and they are silly, thoughtful, creative people. I think it's going to make for a lovely name combo! 

We've purchased a few items for her knowing that we're having a girl. Some onesies and a couple bibs. I think we've also decided on a color scheme for the nursery. It include bright pink, light pink, and turquoise combination. It's been fun updating our Amazon registry with items that complement that scheme. We've also already been told that there are plans for a baby shower in the works, likely sometime in October or November. It's wonderful to imagine celebrating Emma! Plus, it will be nice to receive wonderful things that help to prepare her space in the world.

This weekend was full of birthday celebrations as well. On Saturday, we celebrated the 7th birthday of a friend's son. And then on Sunday, we celebrated my cousin's son's first birthday! Both were fun! I especially liked being around my family as we enjoyed the gifts, food, and whole experience of celebrating our current youngest family member. It's such a strange thing to imagine my cousin and I bringing in the next generation of family. Plus, his son and our Emma will be about as far apart in age as my cousin and I are. We played together a lot growing up. I hope Emma and Parker enjoy being around each other too.

I'm now officially halfway through the pregnancy. It feels crazy to imagine! I'm glad we have so many weeks left though. Especially because of all we have to do in the house. We made a lot of progress going through things this weekend. We are getting very willing to purge things, especially books. We were able to rearrange the furniture in our bedroom some, which is especially good because there's a piece of furniture that's currently in the nursery that will need to be moved into our bedroom. Details, details! The point it, progress was made! I feel like we have forward momentum. Maybe next weekend, we can do even more with it. Then the NEXT weekend, we're going to be in Maryland for my cousin's wedding! Yay! Fun times with family!

For me this week, I'm feeling more confident that the flutters I'm feeling are Emma moving. Next milestone will be for her to move in such a way that Dan can feel her move too. My app says she could be around 10 inches long now. At the ultrasound this week, she was measuring right on point! We had the scan when I was 19 weeks and 6 days. All of her measurements were coming up between 19 weeks 5 days and 20 weeks and 1 day. "Even her head" Dan was ready to point out, which made me giggle! A strange fact is that Emma already has her lifetime's worth of eggs in her ovaries. That is craziness! She's also sprouting teeth buds beneath her gums and is developing her lips, eyelashes, and eyebrows! The strangest thing I've read is that she might already be having REM sleep and could be dreaming. Dan asked the extremely interesting question, "I wonder what she could dream about..." What indeed?! No answer came to mind, but I'm fascinated! Also this week, I've decided that I'm ready to get a pregnancy pillow. My back has been particularly achy this week and I'm using more and more pillows at night. Now that a fourth pillow has been added to the mix, the thought of one pillow to replace the wild configuration I'm making is significantly appealing. So with my next paycheck will likely come this fluffy purchase. I'm imagining increased comfort on the horizon and it's very appealing. One other thing I've been contending with this week is the frequency with which my left ankle is swelling. It seems to be having trouble in the same places that I sprained it earlier in the year. As a result, I've been wearing my ankle brace several days. It's been making a difference, but it's a bit cumbersome. But I'll do what I can keeping in mind my motto of "better for baby." That's been helping me with several things, but most especially with the shots I have to give myself several times a day. "Better for baby" over and over. But maybe now it can become "better for Emma." Emma Rose. I hope we can surround her with loving and empowering things. In that respect, Dan's discovery of a website called "A Mighty Girl" that has excellent toys, music, clothes, and books that challenge traditional gender roles. Yeah! I hope I'm growing a little feminist in there!