Monday, February 22, 2010

Ok. Hold. Up.

Was reading a preggo blog and the words 'year off' and 'Canada' and 'leave' came across my screen with regards to this chick's parental leave.

Hold.

Up.

WTF.

So, I go to wikipedia - where else, right? And upon looking this up, it appears the United States sucks. Holy crap. Look at the Americas chart - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parental_leave

Canadians get 50 weeks at 55% pay and the United States has ZERO's across the line. An entire year off is standard. Standard!

We should be ashamed of ourselves. Why is this not talked about more?

32 weeks - just keep growing, growing, growing

 I'm singing that headline like Dori from Finding Nemo. If you know what I mean, you rock. :)

Here are a few pics to document today's milestone of 32 weeks.
 
 

Along with the pics, here's what's happening:
  • My clothes aren't fitting as well. I feel like a whale. This sometimes makes me cry.I'm tired. And I'm swelling.
  • I have stretch marks - but not on my belly. Enough of that.
  • I'm getting really excited about meeting Asher. I keep wondering who he's going to look like. Will he come out looking just like our son, a perfect mesh of the best of Rusty and best of Kira? Agh, I can't wait!
  • Baby shower is this weekend. Totally looking foward to that.
  • I nested this weekend. By planting new flowers, organizing bathroom drawers and other strange things.
  • Birthing class continues tomorrow night.
  • Sleep isn't so fabulously easy to come by anymore. And I love sleep. Rusty asked me last night if he could have one of my pillows (I currently use 2 body pillows, 2 regular and an orthopedic knee pillow) to put on his head to block my snoring. I adamantly said no. Or I dreamt all that up. In my defense, I need each one of these pillows; they are strategic.
  • I'm snoring - a lot. I wake up with my throat all swollen and it scares me.
I'm certain I don't always paint the fairest of pictures of being pregnant. It really is an amazing adventure, with lots of amazing moments. But, I'm going to be realistic, it is so not like the movies and TV shows paint it out to be. At least not for me and most of my friends.

But, yay! We're going to have a baby soon!

Thursday, February 18, 2010

My Mama Mobile

Hooray for my new car! I love it. Love, love, love it.


It's a 2010 Honda Pilot. It has a third row that fits three peeps. And a subwoofer (for all the future rap alongs). More compartments than you could ever imagine. 12 cupholders (true story). And little hooks along the back of the third row for grocery bags (clearly designed by a woman).

Yippee!

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Rusty @ Rex for birthing classes

We had our first 'preparing for childbirth' class last week. And it went great. I mainly signed us up so that Rusty could have a constructive environment (without iPhones or laptops) to be forced to learn about the birthing process (and not relying on him to read a long book). And I told him this was my goal; he was ok with it. So, off we went.

Verdict: We learned a lot. We learned about the stages of labor and methods of relaxation. I think what I appreciate most was that our instructor is a doula and approached everything from the standpoint of the important role of the dad. She made it clear that he was expected to be actively involved, and just how to do that at each stage of labor. Rusty was totally zoned into all the visuals. It was just great. Great bonding time. I didn't freak out by what I saw or heard (hello, I've tuned into all the baby shows on TLC and Discovery since college). Rusty seemed calm, too. Success.

Fast forward to this week.I stayed away from class because of my cold. I suggested Rusty go without me, then said he didn't need to go at all if he didn't want to. But, he said he'd go. Cue major husband points here.

Here were his takeaways (this week included a birth video and tour of the birthing center):
  • "I need to come home and snuggle. I watched THE birth video. I'm traumatized."
  • "Did you know you have to deliver the placenta after the baby?"
  • "All babies look ugly when they come out. All purple and bloody and wet with coneheads. Our baby is going to have a pointy head." (Me: But you will think he's beautiful and you will love him.)
  • "There was a baby in the nursery with a whole afro. It was born with a complete afro!"
  • "There is wireless internet in the birthing center. I'll be able to keep everyone updated on Facebook during labor and delivery."
  • "Delivery could take a long time. We'll need to see about having your sister there so I can take a break." (Me: I don't get a break, you don't get a break.)
  • "There was one hot pregnant chick in the other class. She looked so hot and just her belly looked pregnant - that's all. Other than that, you couldn't tell she was even pregnant! I bet she started out super skinny." (Me: Yes, I bet she did. Skinny biatch.)
  • "You know you can reach down during labor and touch the baby? You should do that!"
Are you laughing? I'm laughing as I type these. And yes, they were his real learnings. I'm so proud of him for going without me, watching the video, paying attention and playing the role of involved dad-to-be.

Love you, Krobe.

Home office = couch with dog snuggles

I've been fighting the Capstrat Cold this week. There are no less than four other coworkers with said Cold, and another smattering of stomach virus sprinkled around with no less than two others (one was the Norovirus, did I say that already?).

So, I'm at home still. Fighting off this crap. I've used a sinus rinse for the first time in my life. And it provides moments of relief, which are quickly followed by more congestion. But - it seems to be helping a little. It's kind of addictive.

Enough babbling... here's a photo of me, Jax, Asher and the conference call we're on right now.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Thump, thump, thump

It's so hard to grasp the fact that the little thumps I feel are hiccups. (Or so I'm told.)

Yes, Kira, there is a BABY in there. Yes, he's probably 4 lbs. by now! And yes, he has hiccups. (Poor little thing; I hate hiccups). Sometimes it's all just unreal.

Cannot wait to meet him and see his little face!

The view from here

I have a rotten cold. So, I've been at home yesterday and today - as opposed to in the office. Which is apparently a good thing. I keep hearing of more people being out (or in) with head colds. And, apparently another coworker has been diagnosed with the norovirus.(Been in the news here.) I hope someone goes around the office with Clorox today. Geesh.

So, here's the view from here. Me, with all my blankets, humidifier, saline spray, water bottles, phone and remote - and laptop (getting some work done). Not pictured: Jax, who is busy in the front room protecting me from the garbage collector and culdesac garbage monsters on wheels (cans).

Sunday, February 7, 2010

30 weeks tomorrow!

Here's the belly tonight. Asher has been quite the active fella for the last few hours. I love it when that happens. Reassuring and entertaining at once.

We've got a busy start to the week. Dentist and Capstrat photo shoot tomorrow. Doc check-up and birthing class on Tuesday. I'm tired just thinking about it all. :)

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Update on Asher

Today, Rusty and I went back to Duke Perinatal to follow up on my gestational diabetes appointment last week. I've been checking my blood sugar levels four times a day, noting what I'm eating and keeping up with how many hours after meals that I'm checking the levels. I had it all outlined in my little notebook, detailed by time and date. Hello, I'm organized.

So, first we had our ultrasound. Everything about Asher looks great. He's head down and was facing my spine, so we didn't get a good facial view. He's measuring about two weeks big and has been since around 19 weeks. They estimate him to weigh 3 lbs. 10 oz! He's a big, healthy boy. We are so blessed.

The doc comes flying in, totally reminding us of Dr. Yang from Grey's except really friendly and smily. She said super excitely that everything looks great. Asher's size is about the 55th percentile, which is good. We went through my notebook of blood sugar levels and she seemed pleased. We then met with the diabetes specialist and she said I'm all clear. I now know what makes my levels a little high and can avoid those foods. She said the lab messed up and she'll report back to my OB that that is her verdict.

So, no gestational diabetes for now. I'll keep check on my levels a few times a week just be sure nothing changes. And we got to see our growing Asher again. I call him Biggie, like the rapper. Biggie Smalls. Ha.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

How freaking precious

Could these be more adorable?

Sweet anticipation - Dresser with some history


I decided I wanted to incorporate a piece of furniture that my mom grew up with in her bedroom into Asher's nursery. I love the idea of well-loved furniture. So, I invited my family up to help me refinish this dresser. (We'll use it as the changing table, too.) I'm so proud of how it turned out! Thanks Mom and Dad and Rusty! And Joni, thanks for overseeing from the couch. :)


(And a shout-out to Lindsey B. for coming over with her paint swatches and helping me choose the final color - Butterfield. Because the color really is a huge decision and must not be taken lightly.)

Monday, February 1, 2010

O.M.G. 2009 vs. 2010

So, I'm standing in the kitchen last night. Rusty, strategically, says, "Hey, come stand right here in front of the oven. I'm going to take your picture as you take the food out of the oven."

I thought - uh, ok.

He continued, "I want to get a pregnancy picture."

So, I did it. In my snowed-in-unwashed-hair-baggy-pajamas-not-showered glory - I did it.

Then he grins. And says, "Now look. This picture (flips through iPhone) is last year at Valentine's Day. The one I just took is a year later. Wow, what a difference!"

My mind - this isn't going to be pretty.

I immediately wanted to defend why I looked so crappy (see run-on-description-above). And it's legit. But what's even more legit is I'm 29 weeks preggo (today) and I'm growing our son.

I'm going to post this as inspiration to shrink back to 'normal' immediately following delivery. I believe Rusty's words were something along the lines of I'll go right back to how I was like a rubber band, super simple, really fast, he'll have his wife back.

Yeah. Hope he's right. Especially now that we have this glorious, glorious comparison.


(Now, applaud my bravery for posting... Please. Then email my husband and remind him to tell me I'm beautiful everyday, as opposed to comments about how much I've 'grown'.)
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