Numbers Numbers Numbers

I had an ultrasound and doctor's appointment this morning. The best news is that her kidney looks great! There's no evidence of any dilation in her right kidney so seems like the doctor was right--she did outgrow it all on her own! All appears to be well.

She's measuring 5 lbs, 8 oz already....at 33 weeks! The tech showed us on a graph, she's definitely above the average curve, but is still within normal range. I'm a little afraid of how big she may get. I'm only 5'2" so seems like she's taking after her 6'2" daddy. Eeek! We may have a volleyball player on our hands.

Here's a picture from today:


Isn't she chunky???? I've started calling her my chunky monkey. ::pats belly:: (I'm not sure she likes that.)

At my doctor appointment, I am measuring a week ahead of schedule....finally. I had been measuring "perfectly" on time until now. As she measured me, the PA said, "Hmmm, you're running out of room here aren't you?" Ummm yes....I don't know that I can make it another 7-9 weeks. 9 weeks because the conversation we had last appointment was that they would let me go two weeks past my due date if there wasn't any progress before they would induce. Today, she sounded open to the idea of inducing me before 42 weeks if my growth picks up, but I think we're hopeful that I've got some progress going by my 36 week appointment. She said that if someone has shown some progress at their 36 appointment, they will rarely make it to their due date. I sure hope she's right! I would love to meet this baby in 4-5 weeks!

My total weight gain stands at 24 pounds. I still only have 2 tiny stretch marks on my left boob. Absolutely none on my stomach, I got 2 compliments on how good my stomach looks this morning from the medical professionals. What can I say, I was blessed in that department at least. My mom never got any with me or with the quads...which sounded impressive. She said at 27 weeks, she was measuring as if she were 46 weeks.

Here I am at 33 weeks, 2 days.


Come on baby, start making plans to pack up and move out here soon!

Almost Done!!!!!!

Just need to get all the decor arranged and walls decorated, but basically the construction and painting is done. Well, with the exception of inside the closet.



Ultrasound and doctor appointment tomorrow. I'm curious to see how big we both have gotten!

Heartburn Sucks

Last night, I woke up with miserable heartburn and couldn't fall back asleep until I got my lazy bum out of bed and went in search of Tums. Almost immediate relief after I chowed a couple down. I have made the mental note to take the Tums to bed with me tonight.

Next Tuesday we have another ultrasound and a doctor appointment. Thursday we have a breastfeeding class and a "meet and greet" with pedi #2.

Here's this week's pic @ 32 weeks, 3 days.

Nursery Progress....Weekend #2

Here is how it looked Saturday, after most of it was primed.


Here is the construction zone formerly known as our upstairs. Embarrassing, but wanted to show the work being put into this room.


And....here is the beginning of the pink.


I hope she likes all the work her daddy is putting in this room. I also hope the pink doesn't give us all headaches. :-)

I cannot wait for this to be DONE!!!!

60 More Days!!!

Sixty more days and this little lady gets served an eviction notice if she isn't here yet. This is what 2 more months looks like on me.

I had my first experience with cankles last week. Thursday and Friday my feet and ankles swelled up big time - it looked like I had two sprained ankles. That was unpleasant, and from my perspective, crazy. Thankfully, I haven't had any major swelling this week. I got an empty Office Depot paper case and stuck it under my desk to use as a foot rest. I know that you should prop your feet up higher, but that's all we had around the office. I do think its helped as I've been able to use it more this week and haven't seen the swelling again. Hopefully it won't return.

We had our first childbirth class last Thursday. I am feeling a little better about the process. We watched a video about the basic stages of labor and I thought it was helpful to see what is in store--see what women go through, how they feel, etc. Justin wasn't too enthusiastic about it, but I thought the class certainly ended with a major WIN as a massage therapist came in to teach the men some massage techniques to help us relax. Tomorrow night is our second and last class. We're also taking a breastfeeding class on February 11.

This past weekend, I FINALLY decided what I wanted to do in the nursery. After perusing Roomzaar for hours on end, I decided I wanted paneling/molding or wainscotting. I thought that would decrease the obnoxiousness of having a bright pink nursery and make it look a little more grown up. Saturday and Sunday, Justin was in there sawing, nailing, caulking away. He complained a bit, even though he liked the idea, and I calmly told him that I'm carrying our little girl for 9 months, the LEAST he could do is spend a couple weekends slaving away to make her nursery fit for a little princess (even though I gagged at that "princess" phrase). We're doing paneling and picture frame molding on the bottom half of the room, which will be painted white. The top half and ceiling will be painted bright pink -- I still need to nail down a color. If it all looks as good in my head, I'm going to love it. I'd like to just wow you with the big reveal when its done, but you need something to compare it to. So here are some pictures of the current "construction zone". The paneling and molding is done, the room needs to be cleaned (of course) and primed and painted.

Here are pictures of "Weekend 1":


Please excuse Fudge's butt.

Now, I won't be able to do the tree decal I like, but I've found some branches with birds that will work. I'm very excited to get the furniture back in and start decorating and "nesting".

I super puffy heart Etsy right now. I could surf that site all day.

"Survivor's Guilt"

I have it.

I feel like I shouldn't ever complain about being pregnant. I am very sorry that I do. I waited 29 months to see those two pink lines and all the while, hated everyone who had gotten what I wanted and complained about it the whole time. I feel like a hypocrite when I complain and as we near the end, I do it a lot.

Before I got pregnant, it felt like a punch in the gut when someone would complain about being pregnant. I hated those who seemed to take this for granted, especially those who got pregnant way too easily.

I'm still bitter--its hard to get rid of or let go of. I used to have panic attacks just thinking about going into Babies R Us that I started having to order things online for people's showers as I drank a glass of wine and cried. There's still a breath I have to take before stepping into BRU. I almost forget for a second that there's a good reason I am going inside, that its for my baby, not someone else's for a change.

I wish I could make it happen for everyone still waiting and hoping. I really wish we could all go through this together. I wish we could all commiserate together about our aches and pains and weird stuff going on with our bodies. I wish infertility wasn't so unfair.

I try to be sensitive because I have been there. I know what its like, I know the frustrations and the tears, I know the feelings of hopelessness and anger. But I also slip up. Pregnancy isn't easy for me and I really hate that I don't just "enjoy" this more and want to be pregnant forever. I wanted this. I wanted this desperately. I didn't know it would be so hard, so uncomfortable. I'm not meant to be a breeder unfortunately.

I just want to apologize to all those out there who might read my blog from time to time and hate me for complaining.

Here's a more positive spin on my experience and things I love about being pregnant.

I love what its done to my hair and nails. They have never looked so fabulous. My hair has body it has never had before and my nails grow like crazy.

For some reason, I don't have to shave my legs as often. That has been nice!

I love watching my belly jiggle which it does more and more lately. It cracks me up every single time she rolls around and wiggles in there. I feel like Santa.

I love thinking about our outside baby, what she'll be like, what she'll look like, and how much we're going to love her, as well as how much we already do.


To those of you still in IF hell, I wish you nothing but good luck and I send big hugs from my side.

29 Weeks

OMGosh. I feel like I am being stabbed in the ribs. Not with a foot, but with a knife. It stings so bad. I also can't breathe. I'm very uncomfortable and I really hate that I'm not enjoying this more.

Doc appointment on Friday. Signed up for a breastfeeding class today. Childbirth class next two Thursdays (after this one). Have to pick a pedi. Have to start the nursery. Have to fill out FMLA stuff. Feeling overwhelmed.

Here's today's belly pic.

And look from the front. My belly looks so weird! My belly button is all stretched out and gross looking.