I realized that I never finished out our bumpdates with this little one. Don’t worry, we made sure to take a picture once we came home from the hospital. That being said, pardon the no make-up, yoga pants and tired face!
40 weeks and no longer full of baby – on the inside at least. I will post about our birth story and experience meeting our littlest one soon enough but for now we are enjoying this time getting to know her and learning about ourselves as new parents. Last week was filled with all sorts of firsts as I’m sure the weeks to come will be too. I’m so thankful that Eric has these first two weeks off of work. If anything has kept me sane it has been his presence and constant support. I really lucked out in the husband department.
I would have to say that our biggest adventures this week were doctors appointments and venturing out of the house without le bebe (and successfully not texting the grandparents that were taking care of her every. five. minutes). We also decided on Saturday that we would take the plunge and go out for lunch. It was our first outing with just the three of us and we went and got sushi (FINALLY). It was fantastic and Miss Madeline slept the entire time. Because of this successful trip we decided Mass the next day would probably be an ok experience as well and so we took our little family to Palm Sunday Mass. After Easter we will most likely go back to our normal grind of singing/playing at the Lifeteen Mass but for now enjoying mass as a family was pretty great. It has been a while since I have just gone to mass and while I can honestly say my attention was pretty 50/50 the entire time – I still felt myself get more out of it than I have in a while.
Now on to another week of firsts and constant learning. It’s been tiring lately and sleep is coming in small doses but I know that these days are fleeting and I want to enjoy them and remember them as much as possible because I know they won’t be like this again.
If I am being completely honest, this photo is from last weekend so technically its a 36 week bump. However, I have already changed into my comfy pants for the evening and I’d rather my husband NOT document my leggings-and-oversized-t-shirt bump at the moment. Not nearly as cute.
This past week was spring break (continuing on tomorrow because my school district is being the nicest) and was used to the fullest to interview pediatricians, continue daycare tours, and prep for the little lady. Nursery things are pretty much established, gifts are placed, laundry done-ish, and our hospital bag is FINALLY packed. I have definitely been feeling the need to waddle more at the end of the day and that she is sitting lower that usual. I experienced a few fairly strong contractions this week and a pretty tight belly. All was well at my appointment last week and we are hoping for another good report tomorrow! It’s just crazy that we are down to weekly appointments now and that things are getting so real. I can’t believe this pregnancy is almost over. It really has flown by in a lot of ways. We are so ready to meet this little one – but also super anxious and nervous. Any and all thoughts and prayers greatly appreciated!
Well, there she is. Look at that bump in all it’s bumpy, preggo glory. Thirty weeks is no joke. This week was a doozy at work (understatement x10) and between that + lacking energy in every sense of the word = a very DONE lady when it came to this weekend. All I wanted to do was just be home and accomplish things around here (after multiple naps). Thankfully I’m feeling much better and I’m looking forward to this week. I have a few goals I want to accomplish and that always puts me in a better mood. I’m a big cross-off-the-list kind of gal. Goal 1: getting enough sleep and getting in bed by 10:30pm at the latest each night. Goal 2: Reading something for ME each day even if it is only a few pages of a book and I fall asleep in the process. I think it will be good.
Biggest realization this week: the relationship I am already starting with this little girl. I recently read this article, about how babies are known for “ruining bodies” and how negative our culture can be toward pregnancy in general. Saturday I found my first little stretch marks from this pregnancy. I’m definitely no stranger to the infamous white lines but in the past these marks have been the result of massive growth spurts (hello, 9th grade) or overindulgent weight gain (hello, cookie shop after school job in high school). Never have they been because of something so important.
I’m helping create a life.
This little girl inside of me, kicking, squirming, already waking me up in the middle of the night… I’m giving her life right now. Providing her with nutrients she needs to live and a safe space to grow and move (although the kicks to the bladder…those could calm down a bit).
I had a good idea going into this pregnancy knowing how my body would change. I knew stretchmarks were a possible if not probable part of the deal. But never did I think I would be so happy to find three little jagged lines on my side while putting on moisturizer. Normally, this discovery would have ended up in a meltdown of tears and self deprecating thoughts…not this time. These little marks made me feel like I was the most important person in the world, and I know they will serve as a reminder that what I’m doing, what’s happening with my body right now – while I may be uncomfortable and at times self conscious – it’s the most important thing that I could be doing and I’m so happy to be doing it.
Hopefully ten weeks until we meet this girl. I can’t wait!