What I Know Now: Overdue, Labor & Delivery
After three weeks of doctor visits where I was apparently showing no signs of getting this baby out on my own, I was induced 8 days after my due date. This is certainly not how I planned on going into labor and I was a bit nervous of the consequences and knew that this increased my chances of having a c-section. But, after a LONG few weeks of waiting, my husband and I were excited to meet this baby we’d been trying to name for months. We had one final date night {Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse and Hot Tub Time Machine – don’t judge, there was nothing else out…} and our family was in town so we were ready.
6 a.m. we rolled into the hospital, a little jittery from a sleepless night and anxiety. We were shown to our room and made comfortable. Not 20 minutes later we hear a woman screaming, and I almost jump out of my skin; “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH… It hurts so bad!!! AAAhhh!!” Hubs and I lock bewildered eyes and I swallowed hard. When she let out another blood-curdling scream, hubs jumped accross the room and “earmuffed” me. THAT certainly didn’t put my mind at ease, but a few minutes later we heard an adorable cry and I was comforted knowing that it would all be worth it.
At 5 p.m. with water broken and pitocin flowing, contractions on a steady minute-apart schedule, a successful and glorious epidural, the nurses checked me hoping I was a seven or eight based on the contractions. I was a four. The doctor came in and found that the baby had actually moved farther up instead of downward and his recommendation was that we have a c-section or I could have been in labor through the night without knowing what was ahead. Having mentally prepared ourselves for this scenario the night before, it was an easy decision for us. And with that, the doctor said, “You’re going to have your baby in 30 minutes!”
In the operating room, the radio was on, I was sufficiently numb and breathing deeply, and the doctors were keeping me distracted with talk of politics, iphones, and anything under the sun until my husband was able to join me. Not ten minutes later, with my husband holding my hand, did I feel a long-awaited lightness and heard a little jittery cry. I knew it was coming, but at the same time it was so unexpected: I didn’t actually make all of this up, there really WAS a baby in there. And from the table I saw his little blond head and pale skin – clean as a whistle like he had just taken a bath. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that moment. At 8lbs. 8oz. and an AVERAGE sized head thankyouverymuch, little Owen finally made it to us and we couldn’t be happier.
So without further ado, my final What I Know Now:
- How could one week sound longer than 9 months? Being overdue was stressful on all levels. I was puffy from head to toe, an 8lb. gain in water weight the last month and having trouble sleeping. But in retrospect, 41 weeks was definitely not too long to wait for what was coming.
- An overdue pregnant woman cannot be left alone with her thoughts. Is he too humongous to come out? Am I going to have a c-section? When I go to my appointment will they induce me on the spot? I needed to be watched like a hawk and my sister flew in to do just that. She had to change her return flight 2 times because we went so past due.
- The closer we got to the delivery day, the less I cared about a “birthing plan.” I didn’t care who was in the room; you could line up all my ex-boyfriends to witness the event for all I cared. I just wanted to have that baby.
- I think everyone just remembers the last thing they did before they went into labor and tell you that’s what you need to do to go into labor. Get on the elliptical, eat a Haagen-Dazs or spicy food…
- My husband and I are on different crying schedules. At our wedding, he cried like a baby and was stoic in the delivery room. However on the wedding day not a single tear graced my face, but in the delivery room the anesthesiologist had a second job of wiping my eyes. Is it too much to ask to have a sentimental moment with my husband?
- When I saw Owen for the first time, I thought “Why didn’t we do this seven years ago?” …Pregnancy hormones and cute wrinkly babies play crazy tricks on you…
- My subsequent thoughts: He’s big! How did he fit in there? Look at the size of his mouth! Why aren’t they showing him to me? Hurry up and clean that baby off so I can see him. Who does he look like? I was sure he’d have my head or Jason’s head on his body, but who is this kid? Aw… I can’t believe he’s here, he is BEAUTIFUL.
- Lots and lots of visitors at the hospital, which was great. I had no idea how tired I’d be though. And so much coordinating working around his feeding schedule. On the one hand, about 2 dozen people had seen me naked by this point, what’s one more, but on the other hand, I loved having a little private moment with my boy.
- With the c-section, I was at the hospital for four nights. I can’t imagine being there for a shorter period of time because he’s such a science experiment… what is making him fussy, how often does he need to eat, what does that sound mean? The nurses were amazing and my first night home I had a hysterical moment where I seriously matter-of-factly was ready to pay those nurses cash to stay the nights with me to figure this kid out.
- But he’s a good baby and I think we are doing well. He’s a very sweet boy, never fussy unless he’s peed on his blanket while I was changing his diaper and didn’t notice.
- Speaking of, he has already peed on me. Hubs and I were working together on a serious diaper overhaul, four hands to one newborn sized diaper. I was readied with a second diaper to block any oncoming waterworks which was necessary two seconds later. When I lifted my defensive diaper, I was stunned by a wiley water hose to the face {and newly washed hair}. Jason jumped a foot and nearly choked laughing when he projectile pooped right after. He’s certainly keeping us on our toes!
- I think I did okay with pregnancy brain, but now I suffer from what my sister calls, CRS {Can’t Remember Sh…} I set out to do ONE thing each day {like this post, which I wanted to write in the hospital}, and some days even that one thing doesn’t get done. My mind is cluttered with feeding times, number of wet diapers, who’s visiting when, and when the last time I ate was that I can’t even remember to return a phone call.
- My best new-mom trick… I can fall asleep in 30 seconds anytime, anywhere.
- Another last shout out to my hubby for being a rock. As you can imagine, emotions run like wine through our house these days and my husband has gotten quite the crash course on how to console a worried/upset new mom. Despite my moments of hysteria, I have never been happier.
And this is what new moms do: stay home and stare at their little cubs doing absolutely nothing.
Baby on The Way
I couldn’t stomach writing any posts here until I had some news… I have been QUITE distracted with a loooong week of failed expectations and emotions. HELLO! My poor husband has seen enough tears to store for emergency preparedness and has said all the right things and hopefully found an outlet of his own seeing as I was no comfort to him. Oopsie!
But a light peers at the end of the tunnel. Just as I suspected, my cervix wanted me to make it to my 44 week post and a little scientific intervention is needed. I’ll be induced tomorrow and then I can finally show my face around this blog again… stay tuned…
40 Weeks: What I Know Now
- Tomorrow’s my due date. I have a feeling we’re going to see it come and go.
- At my 39 week ultrasound my doctor saw the baby’s head and said, “Holy Moly!” I knew he was thinking “holy moly that’s an adorable baby!” because I can’t bring myself to think that meant anything else.
- This due date thing is kind of like saying that Christmas may happen on December 25th, but it could be a few weeks before or a few weeks after, so just be ready. Oh, and you may be getting 7.4 gifts, or you may be getting 8.14 gifts… but if you get over 9 gifts, they won’t fit through the chimney, so we may need to get them in another way…
- After being frustrated for a few weeks at no sign of an early delivery, I decided to just ENJOY. Once I realized it was COMPLETELY out of my control, I embraced each day, and even got a whole night of uninterrupted sleep! {ne’er one trip to the bathroom!}
- It’s bizarre being pregnant. Somehow the goings-on of your uterus and cervix are fair game for anyone to talk about. Your coworkers, your distant relatives, strangers…
- I have Shrek feet.
- The “last two weeks of pregnancy” warning I kept hearing has come to fruition. You weren’t kidding. My shoes don’t fit, my shirts don’t fit, my rings don’t fit, my feet are so puffy I can’t bend my toes, and I’m losing energy by the second. I can hardly breathe for most of the day… clamoring to get air in. It sounds like I’m operating heavy machinery, but I’m really just trying to catch my breath even sitting at the computer.
- Even when strangers aren’t talking directly to me about my pregnancy {rare}, they are still talking. I was in line at Old Navy and after a moment of silence, the lady in front of me leaned over to her friend and said, “Did you hear ‘so and so’ is pregnant?” Not ten seconds later did the lady behind me say to her husband, “Becky had her baby last week, a boy!” Subliminal?
- I’ve heard of ShrinkxHips, but what about ShrinkxFeet, ShrinksBoobs and ShrinksFace?
- I think it’s funny that doing the dishes after you use them and keeping up on laundry constitutes as “nesting.” I’d love to hire someone to do the ‘nesting’ for me.
- I went to the library to do some last-minute research on labor techniques. The books were on the BOTTOM SHELF. Are you kidding me? I probably looked like I was practicing the all-fours form of delivery as I tried to get to the books.
- I’m kinda sorta dodging a few phone calls that I know are people asking “how I’m holding up”… All 190lbs of me are trying to just keep moving and enjoying my last days with my hubby without feeling anxious or having expectations. But if *you’ve* called and can’t get ahold of me, I was probably in the shower.
- I can’t WAIT to get skinny. With a 5lb growth spurt in one week that my nurse likes to blame on the water-weight and I like to blame on my McFlurry “medicine,” I have gained 41 lbs. I’ve seen numbers on the scale I never thought I’d know. I’m really excited to get back down to normal digits {and will never take them for granted again!}.
- Growing up, I always wanted to have my kids close together {my sister and I are 14 months apart}. I tell you this so you aren’t surprised when I get pregnant again soon after, or so you can point and laugh when I finally realize how lofty this idea sounds.
- My husband has been so supportive of me through the ups, the downs and the really downs. We went to the beach last weekend and he even dug a {sizeable} hole in the sand so I could lay on my stomach for the first time in months. And though it was a process getting lowered down into the hole, it felt great and I loved him for it. If we could see what our future would be like with our spouses on our wedding day, we’d be even more excited I’m sure of it. I love my hubby more today than I ever have.
My pregnancy, month by month:
36 Weeks
32 Weeks
28 Weeks
24 Weeks
20 Weeks
16 Weeks
14 Weeks
How Do Whales Sleep?
This crossed my mind the other day as I struggled to get a good night’s rest at 8 1/2 months pregnant. Or even a nap. I bet whales don’t have to prop their legs up on stacks of pillows, but tossing and turning might be as turbulent nonetheless. I feel like a whale.
I even bought some ugly comfy shoes when I realized I had become “the girl who wears crocs in public” {gasp}. When I wake up in the morning, my feet KILL. I can’t even walk to the kitchen without putting shoes on because the weight, gravity, and water-retention have become too much to bear on my little pigs. I have all elbows and knees swirling around in my belly.
And to top it off, no love from Craigslist!
Two unbelievable deals on that white Eames knockoff chair I want so badly, and neither contact emailed me back. Guess I’ll get back to my laundry, washing dishes, and vacuuming for the billionth time and daydream about what could have been.
36 Weeks: What I Know Now
- What’s that? You’ve seen this outfit before? Tough nookies – it’s what fits today.
- 33 weeks: Got my first kick in the ribs
- We took our birthing class, only to find we were the only ones in the class. Just me, my hubby, and the lady who kept saying “cervix” {shudder}.
- When asked if my husband was gonna “cut the cord,” he replied that he wasn’t sure. The teacher told us that the doctor was going to clamp it “here and here so blood doesn’t squirt everywhere.” … I think my husband found his answer.
- It’s funny how you can feel guilty for the littlest thing when you’re pregnant. I’ve had pretty severe upper back pain and nerve pain on the front of my stomach. Sometimes I want to scream, it hurts so bad {sometimes I do}. But what a loser I am for complaining when I have a healthy baby and it’s not his fault. I’m sure he doesn’t love being upside down all day with a keyboard in the middle of his back.
- Despite my best efforts not to, I caught a glimpse of myself in the morror after getting out of the shower. I kid you not, Venus of Willendorf flashed in my mind {I would have been a looker in 22,000 B.C.}.
- I wake up every morning in a panic when I mistake the wrinkles my sheets leave on my skin for stretchmarks.
- Oh, and yes, I did finally find some stretchmarks. I think my husband thought someone had died when I found out. I’m not ready to talk about it yet.
- My husband was out of town and with my shoe-putter-onner gone, I was confined to slip-on flats for a week.
- Do I stare at women who are eight months pregnant? I seem to get quite the looks these days as well as stories from strangers DAILY.
- I don’t know why my hubby laughed so hard when I questioned if my sweatpants had gone through the dryer on accident.
- A month to go and my doctor said my baby is measuring 6lbs 13oz. My brother suggested I get on a trampoline to help things along a little.
- Socks have become tourniquets on my legs. My ankles are getting poo-fy.
- Questions for my baby: You seem to be in my sister’s favorite cheerleading position every day: the double nine. Does this mean you’ll be a dancer or a hurdler? And while you are adorable and humorous, double nines at 5 in the morning make mommy grumpy. And if I may have a last request in this final month… can’t a girl have a little diet coke without her fetus gettin’ all crazy? Days that start at 5 can get a bit taxing… pretend Diet Coke is like a warm glass of milk, and get niiiiiice and comfy.
- Will I make it to my 40 week post?
{my other posts}
32 Weeks: What I Know Now
- 2 months to go!
- Sleep is not happening. It’s hitting number one on my list because I was thrown awake by a charlie horse in both my calf and shin at the same time this morning.
- I can only lay on my left side. If I spend more than three seconds on my right side or my back {even when propped up}, I get nauseous. I can’t even lean back in my chair. So in the middle of the night, when I’m ready for a new position, I get to move my ankles and wrists {while adjusting my three pillows}. Yes, that feels *much* better.
- When I read {or do crosswords} before I go to bed, I sit up. I rest my arms on my head. This gets my boobs OFF my stomach for 10 glorious minutes.
- At my last appointment, my doctor said I was very calm. As my belly gets bigger, I’m feeling a little less calm. The baby gets bigger, but his doorway is *not* getting bigger.
- I’m embracing these last two months. I haven’t been comfortable or slept well in weeks, but this is my last chance to be together with him like this. And somehow his roundhouses to my bladder, even in the middle of the night, are adorable.
- I’m eating smaller meals, more often. When I’m full, I’m even more uncomfortable.
- A couple of weeks ago, I was up in the night three times to the baby kicking, while my husband snored away. Is this foreshadowing?
- My whole life I could never get over feeling guilty as I pictured my husband heading off to work while I stayed at home to be with the baby. After that sleepless night, I think that guilt washed away. He’ll see the bags under my eyes and know that my work will be equally as challenging.
- My hubby will help me put on my shoes, but he’s not interested in clipping my toenails.
- If you think I’m being especially candid in these posts, you are mistaken. There is SO much going on in the pregnant body, I don’t even tell my husband some of it.
- My poor friends who have never been pregnant shudder at each new symptom. Sorry you asked?
- I feel very lucky. I’ve had no major problems in my pregnancy, and the baby is healthy.
- When I get pedicures now, I get extra long massages. Strangers are sure good to pregnant people.
- I got a massage last week, and the masseuse said she keeps “seeing butterflies with {me}.” I told her the baby had been kicking the whole time, and she thinks that was the fluttering she was seeing. I had so much more I wanted to ask her about that, but didn’t get a chance.
- Will the baby actually be born on April Fools Day? That sounds like such a fun birthday!
- Oh, and yes, that’s my hair after my new CHI. I can’t believe you all had a CHI and didn’t tell me. I feel like the kid with bad breath that nobody wants to play with.
And here’s how my husband sees it…
- Brooke and I have taken our relationship to a new level with this new addition, however there are still things best left to mystery.
- Brooke has become the loudest sleeper in the world. Period.
- My bed….my sanctuary from the world…..my place of solace has become a breeding ground for pillows.
- After our hospital tour, when the nurse said the words “we will wheel you to your car and once we hear the click of the car seat, you are on your own” I nearly ran home to my mommy.
- I have developed a spidey sense since hearing the big news. In the last several months I have saved at least 5 kids from certain death!
- I never want to hear the term “it is different when its your own” again. Poop is poop and snot is snot no matter who it comes from.
- I can never be grumpy when he is rolling around in mom’s belly.
- In the beginning of her pregnancy, I have never wished harder for someone to vomit. I guess I was waiting for that moment to make it real. She still hasn’t vomited, but… I don’t think she’s making this up anymore.
- My realization from writing this: this is really happening…..oh crap!
My past ramblings:
Does This Baby Make My Butt Look Big?
NVM, don’t answer that… {10 weeks to go!}
I finally decided on a stroller this weekend. That was about as painless as a good body waxing. I could never find any ONE stroller that did all the things that I wanted it to. And to clarify, I am only GUESSING as to what I’m going to want it to do on account of I HAVE NO IDEA. I needed to pick a stroller first, so I knew what kind of car seat was compatible with the stroller. If I had to guess, I’ve spent at LEAST 10 hours on the internet researching strollers and watching every Baby Gizmo YouTube video available. Getting a root canal is more fun than shopping for strollers {oddly enough, I felt the same way about shopping for a wedding dress}.
My mom and I made an emergency trip to Lullaby Lane in San Bruno to make a decision once and for all. By our guestimation, this store had over 60 different strollers – each with its own features and price range {some strollers on the menu were over $900, but many coming in under $200}. Because of my extensive {exhausting} online research, my mom and I were able to make quick work of narrowing down the contenders, and walked out the door with this beauty:
The Valco Baby Latitude. The features that I love about this stroller {which will probably change when I use it for more than carrying groceries to my second-floor condo} start with the cozy boot that snaps on and keeps the baby warm. An easy compact fold, large wheels, large basket, one-handed recline, oversized zip canopy, rain cover, universal car seat straps and telescoping handles were just icing on the cake.
I’m thrilled with the purchase {Coming in just under $270 out the door} and now I can close that disasterous chapter in my life. My marriage and my friendships thank Valco Baby.
28 Weeks: What I Know Now
- I am deathly sick with a cold in this picture… if I looked at the camera, you would have thought I was dead.
- We’re officially in our third trimester. I am starting to feel like this takes f o r e v e r.
- I’m noticing the extra weight making its way to the bottom half of my body. It certainly puts my feelings about my pre-pregnant body in perspective.
- I feel great most of the time. My least favorite times of the day are getting into bed, getting out of bed, putting my shoes on, and sneezing {ouch!}
- I am T minus 2 weeks away from permanently misplacing my belly button.
- I have indigestion every day. Not a big deal, I just have to eat smaller meals and keep Tums handy.
- I’ve finally found the skin routine that seems to be working: prescription wash in the morning, witch hazel at night, turning my pillow over every other night, and changing my pillowcase every four nights.
- My husband and I used to sit in the hot tub often. Even though I can’t get in the hot tub anymore, I still love sitting on the edge, putting my feet in and chatting with my husband. It’s still one of my favorite times of the day.
- My husband and I have settled on a name. The problem is, the name he has settled on is different than the name I have settled on.
- When my husband talks, the baby kicks.
- As we’ve gotten more physically prepared, I’ve gotten more mentally ready to have a baby in the house.
- Several times now I’ve woken up in the middle of the night to severe hip pain. I guess my hips are widening {as if that’s necessary}.
- I think I’m ready for the next size up in maternity jeans. You don’t stay in one size for too long before you move into the next!
- My go-to maternity clothes are my H&M maternity jeans, H&M black pants {not available online}, Old Navy Hoodie, and my sweats!
- That little red and white onesy in the background of the picture was the outfit I was supposed to come home from the hospital in when my mom thought I was going to be a boy. My name was going to be Ryan.
My past ramblings:
Dizzy
I don’t often get sick, but I do get a case of the dizzies every couple of weeks. On Saturday, I was dizzy all day. It occurs to me that on such days I should stay away from people and sharp objects, and probably just stay home {same goes for an emotional day}. Not 5 minutes after leaving the house, did this happen…
Blurg.
20 Weeks: What I Know Now
- All my pants shrunk
- The popular ‘Kids Meal’ will heretofor be called the “Kids/Prego Meal”. I crave cheese, and kids know how to do cheese right: grilled cheese, mac ‘n cheese, quesadillas…
- 3 of my good friends are pregnant which is more than awesome. I lent my pre-pregnancy pants to one of my friends so she can wear them DURING her pregnancy, which is less than awesome.
- After watching several episodes of “I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant,” I’m scared to go to the bathroom.
- Half-way there and I’ve only gained 8 lbs. {I know, don’t burst my bubble, I’m enjoying it while it lasts}.
- I have a headache at the same time everyday. Hormones, my doctor says. Only Tylenol or Diet Coke can cure it.
- My little boy doesn’t like it when I sit down. He leaps into all sorts of acrobatics while I’m at my desk at work, watching television, or doing my precious crossword puzzles. I guess he feels that I should be working on his room instead.
- That same little boy kicked for what felt like 8 hours straight one day. Toward the end of the day I was feeling annoyed by this constant motion, then cried all night for being a horrible mother who is annoyed when her perfectly healthy baby wants to tell me he’s here and is ready for me to sign him up for team sports.
- If my pre-pregnancy panties were XL, where do I go from here?
- I still haven’t puked once. {Did I just jinx myself?}
- I’ve been having wild dreams. My husband tells me how I talk of all things crazy: giftwrapping and giggling, in the middle of the night.
- I had a dream that the baby kept sticking his little precious arm out of the top of my shirt so I would hold it because he was scared. He had a name in this dream too! *secret*
- When I bend over, I emit an involuntary grunt {you were scared of where I was going with that, weren’t you}.
- I understand crawling babies in jeans, but I just don’t get newborns in jeans… what am I missing? Okay, yes, it’s adorable, but can they really be comfortable with that muffin top? {I know I’m not}
- I’m in the “honeymoon phase” where, for the most part, I feel normal. I had been feeling crampy and achy for about a week, and it didn’t go away until I tried a pair of maternity pants on in the dressing room. I guess if mom weren’t cramming her roly poly-ness into her normal jeans, this could have been avoided.
- This week, the ultrasound technician said each one of these phrases: “hyper baby”, “exhibitionist”, “playing with his ***”, “wants to keep showing me his ***”, “is that a gun show?” and then finally, the words I longed to hear: “head size on the smaller end of the spectrum”.
Making a Hamper Liner
Remember I bought this cute metal bucket for a hamper in the baby’s room? I made a liner for it…
Project time, start to finish: 20 minutes.
Step 1
Measure the bucket from the bottom to a few inches over the rim. Also measure the circumference of the bottom. Sewed all pieces together {two sides first, then bottom. This is shirting material which has stretch: great for sewing the circle part evenly, and wrapping the fabric over the bucket}.
Step 2
Measure how far you want the liner to overlap.
Step 3
Add trim. {I always sew the trim as I go, then cut the piece to the right length when I’m almost to the end… this eliminates cutting it too short or too long. I also pin as I go. Eek! Classic case of the non-trained seamstress}
Step 4
Connect trim.
Step 5
Iron and stretch onto bucket.
Adapt for your project
Using the same technique, create liners for your organizing baskets, laundry baskets, storage bins, boxes, etc…
16 weeks… What I Know Now
- I didn’t appreciate that little waist when I had it. I’ll never do that again.
- My computer was buggin’ out the other day and I couldn’t figure it out. Until I noticed my gut was resting on the space bar.
- Still haven’t *tooted* in front of my husband! Is there an award for this somewhere? Can I add a badge to my sidebar because of it?
- I can feel the baby kick, and my husband felt it too. A good reminder why we’re doing this… because seeing my veins through my skin and my belly button through my shirt, are not.
- I don’t know if I’ve gained energy, or I just don’t have time to nap.
- I can cook Stroganoff, Chicken, and Spaghetti – usually, without burning it. Since I’ve been prego, I’ve been able to make new dishes, and haven’t burnt a SINGLE thing. My husband is astonished.
- My sweet hubby will make me macaroni and cheese at 9:00 at night. {Ew. I know. But sombody on TV was eating it!}
- I have the overwhelming urge to get rid of EVERYTHING in my house. Too. Much. Clutter.
- I have dreams about letters. One night it was “S”. Last night it was “T” and “C”.
- Naming a boy is infinitely harder than naming a girl.
- My hubby doesn’t know it, but I think he needed this baby to be a boy. We’re thrilled.
- Some weeks are good, some weeks aren’t. I spent most of last week uncomfortable. I wanted to take my belly off, sit in the hot tub, and take a nice long nap… on my stomach.
My First Hormonal Breakdown
The morning started out a little rocky on Saturday. As I was flipping through my Better Homes cookbook to make some breakfast, a wave of heat/chills/nausea came over me. I had to lay down and choke down an apple to get through it.
Later that day, when I was feeling better, my hubby and I went to get lunch. The waitress asked “How far are you,” and I’m thinking she’s wondering if we had made our way through the menu. She said my yoga schedule pamphlet and kids menu were the tipoff {and in her head was probably saying, “and your mondo boobs and teenager acne were a help too”}. This was my first time being asked in public, and it threw me off a little.
So about 7 minutes later, I reached over to put something into my purse and knocked my glass of water over… into my purse. There were some 13 ice cubes IN MY PURSE, along with about 16 oz. of water. If you know me, I am *not* razzed easily by stuff like this. I’ll call myself and idiot, giggle and move on. But. Not. This. Day. I moved into full-on tears. Like, ugly face, downturned lips, my-dog-just-died tears, in the middle of this restaurant. Having been in earshot of EVERYBODY, two servers came to my rescue with dish towels and did their best to clean off my purse, because they must have thought I would have EXPLODED if I didn’t get my $30 Kohls purse dry.
If I could have spoken between gutteral sobs, I would have said, “I don’t give a FRICK about the purse! In fact, hand me my phone and TAKE IT, throw it away, so I won’t have to deal with blowdrying that stupid thing. NOW, throw my grilled cheese in a doggy-bag and GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!”
If my poor waitress didn’t know I was pregnant before, she knows now.
{image via Breeders Digest}
Show Me What You’re Workin’ With
So, we won’t know if it’s a boy or a girl until our appointment on Nov. 10th. Ug – is that not SO far away? I’ve got curtains to sew! :) Apparently we can find out in 2 weeks if we go to the 3D ultrasound place… but I’m getting mixed reviews from people on this… you know I hate secrets!
Regardless of the gender, we’ve got a little grey and yellow room planned. And I mean LITTLE. Our third bedroom is the size of a walk-in closet, just enough room for a crib, changing table and rocking chair. But, it’s still pretty cute. I told you about how I painted it grey, but I wanted to give you a better look at the room so you can see *just how binky* this room is, and hopefully you can send some fun decorating ideas. Here is a quick 30-second video of our baby room before it gets pimped.
Oh, and a quick peek at my bump that I keep hiding!
