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Friday, July 29, 2016

TGIF | Five Goals for August

Can we all agree that July went by freakishly fast? I only have two full weeks left of Summer vacation and then it's back to work. At least for a short time. And then... Baby. And honestly, I'm not ready for either of those things. Don't get me wrong - I am so excited to see my school kiddos again. As much as they drive me bonkers, I really do love my job. And obviously I am over the moon excited for Little One to arrive. But it's coming so quickly and I feel like I'm not prepared at all. I wish time would slow down, just a little. Someone remind me of this in a couple of months when I've got Little One here and growing too quickly and I'm really wishing that time would slow down.

August is officially our final month without Baby. Probably. I suppose there is always the chance that he/she could chill out in my uterus for an extra 16 days and appear in October. But let's just operate under the assumption that it won't come to that. Thus, one month left before our world becomes a little more full. And sleepless. And wonderful. I have a running list of things I want to get done before that happens, but for now I'm focusing on my top priories.
august goals
1. Get Little One's room ready; The room is painted with some decor hanging on the walls, but it's far from Baby Ready. We've been waiting for the baby shower (which is next weekend! yay!) to see what we get and what we still need before we do any major shopping. Plus my mom is getting our crib and I have some other family members who are giving us some of their stuff, it just isn't at our house yet. So my goal is that the week after the shower, my last week of Summer break, I will be getting as much ready in there as I possible can.

2. Go on dates; My husband works a bazillion hours a week and I am pregnant and tired. We spend plenty of time together, but going out on actual date nights hasn't been much of a priority lately. But we're about to have a child. And because of that, date night won't be an option like it is now. Not that we don't have a solid dozen babysitters standing by waiting for the chance to watch Little One. But I know myself - it's going to be a long while before I'm ready to be away from the baby. Even just for a few hours. And when we do finally go out, it will be an even longer while before I can really be present and not be wondering how he/she is doing and probably texting whoever is watching them a million times. And so one of my goals is definitely to have at least a few date days/nights.

3. Prep all the meals; I have already started this process, but I have a list of freezer meals that I want to have prepped and ready to go for after I have the baby. I struggle to find the motivation to cook lately as it is... throw in adorable baby snuggles or endless baby crying and I just predict that cooking isn't going to happen very often around here. Not for a while, at least. Having the ability to throw something that's already prepped into the crock pot or oven is probably the only way to keep from surviving on frozen pizza and takeout alone.

4. Sleep, rest, relax; This list is making me tired just writing it! I can assure you, in addition to trying to get all of the things done, there will also be many days of laziness, snuggling Izzy, napping and soaking up the quiet moments.

5. Get ahead on blogging; Roughly half of September is going to be finalizing anything and everything we need to do before Little One is born. The second half? Well, that's going to be craziness of a level that we can't yet imagine. So keeping up with this space is going to be a little more difficult. One of my goals for the month of August is to work on writing and scheduling some posts to go up during that crazy time.

What are your goals for August?

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Preparing for Baby | Our Parenting Style

our parenting style
In just about two months, my husband and I are going to be in for a big change. Every choice that we make is going to affect the life of a person who is reliant completely on us. There are so many choices. What diapers do we use? Breastfeeding or formula? Will the baby sleep in our room or in their own? Swings. Bouncers. Carriers. Homemade baby food or store bought? That's the short list and those are just the things.

That's not even accounting for the big things. The personal things. Do we pick up baby whenever he/she cries or do we give a few minutes for them to try to self soothe? Are we going to be the "don't touch that, here use all of the sanitizer" parents or are we on the side of "a little dirt never hurt"? What about when this little one grows and needs discipline? Do we do time outs? Take away toys? Ground them? Spank them? Seriously. The list of things that we'll have to decide on eventually seems to grow bigger everyday.

And honestly, I don't have a single answer. I don't have a plan. Kind of like my lack of birth plan, I am of the mindset that these are choices that will come in time. I could choose a type of diaper now and find that it doesn't work for us. We could say that we're going to allow self soothing and then never actually follow through because we just don't have it in us. We could say what we would or wouldn't do in certain situations, but you know what? We'll never actually know until we're there in the moment. And I think that's ok.

I have faith in us. 

I believe that both of us were raised in relatively similar ways and I think that both sets of parents did great jobs raising their children - and I believe that we'll be able to use what we've learned from them. I trust that, while there will surely be moments that we have different ideas on how to handle something, we'll figure it out together and we'll make the choices that are best for us and our family.

Mostly, I believe that no amount of planning or swearing that we'll do this or will never do that is going to actually help us. I could sit here and type out my answers to every choice that you throw at me, but life has a way of throwing curve balls when you least expect them.

So our "plan" is to have a general idea of how we'd like to do things and an understanding that it's possible that none of those things will go how we expected them to.

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Monday, July 25, 2016

BUMPDATE | 32 weeks pregnant

32 weeks pregnant bumpdate
32 weeks pregnant chalkboard
Eight weeks. Two months. That's all that stand between me and meeting Little One face-to-face. I need a moment or twenty to really let that sink in... Nope, still not sinking in. I'm pretty sure they're going to hand me my little bundle of newborn perfection and I'm going to be like "wait, so you really are real? Because I was sure that I was imagining the whole thing.". And then that baby is going to know that they were born to a weird, spastic Mommy. Although I do try to explain that fact to him/her already. They should know what they're getting into with their weirdo parents. It's only fair.

So, let's see... what is new this week? I had my first miserable day. It wasn't pain or heat or anything else that I was expecting. Oh no. That would have been too easy. I woke up at 3:30am on Monday morning and had to seriously question whether or not I'd been out drinking the night before. The room was spinning and I hadn't even lifted my head off of the pillow yet. When I did move my head, I was so lightheaded that I wondered if I'd pass out. This lasted until roughly 10:30am. The room spinning would come and go, but the lightheaded feeling was constant and I got so dizzy that I wasn't able to hold down food.

Of course, I did everything that my doctor and the internet said to do - stayed cool. Ate (until my stomach rejected it, of course) and drank plenty of water. Laid on my side to make sure my blood was flowing properly. And I had no other symptoms. So all I could do was wait until it either got worse (in which case I would have called the doctor) or went away. Thankfully, it was the latter and I didn't have to go get checked out. It hasn't happened since and I have been feeling perfect ever since. Lord, please let that not happen again. I'll take back pain or hot flashes over that any day of the week.

Aside from that, the week has been good. Invitations for the baby shower have been sent out and it's less than two weeks away. I'm excited to fill Little One's room with gifts from the people who love him/her! And to finally go shopping for whatever else we still need.

I have my next doctor's appointment on Wednesday and I am pretty sure that I will have them every two weeks from here on out. Adam is still desperately hoping that we'll have one more ultrasound, but I'm not so sure that will happen. That would be the one downside to having a perfectly healthy pregnancy - though I'd much rather less ultrasounds and a healthy pregnancy. But I understand where he's coming from. I'd love to see Baby again, but I at least get to feel Baby all day long. I get to sit and watch kicks and play with them and feel flips and wiggles. He doesn't get that same experience. Maybe we'll get the chance for one more. If not, our wait is only eight weeks until we can see him/her every single day!

Friday, July 22, 2016

TGIF | Five Ways to Stay Cool During a Summer Pregnancy

It's hot. Like - H O T - hot. I am a huge fan of heat and Summertime, but when it's 80 degrees when I wake up in the morning, it's too much. And even though I still haven't hit the miserable stage of pregnancy yet (fingers crossed that I keep being able to say that), it's still way too much for my pregnant body to handle. Baby doesn't enjoy being hot. Izzy doesn't enjoy being hot. So we've been avoiding the heat and doing all we can to stay cool this week.

I walked out to the mailbox yesterday and almost melted. That's how you know it's too hot. 

And so in the spirit of staying cool and keeping Baby safe and happy, I thought I'd share my favorite tips for not melting when it's a bazillion degrees outside. 
five ways to stay cool during a summer pregnancy
1. Water, water, water; I can't stress this one enough. Water, especially when you're pregnant and double especially when it's hot. Keep a glass or bottle of ice water with you at all times. If plain water isn't your favorite, add in some fresh fruit to give it some flavor.

2. Watermelon; This is has been one of my few cravings, so it's easy for me to get in lots of watermelon. It's cool, tasty and it keeps you hydrated. I've also heard that it helps with swelling, which can definitely happen to us preggo ladies in the heat. Other juicy, cool fruit are also great to help you stay cool - I love frozen grapes as a snack. But watermelon really gives you the most bang for your buck when it comes to dealing with the heat during pregnancy.

3. Air conditioning; Spend as much time as you can in the air conditioning. Don't have AC at home? Find a friend who does. Go to the library. Head to the mall. Find somewhere that is nice and cool to give yourself a break from the heat.

4. Swim; I wish I had a pool. Swimming is amazing for pregnancy. It's great, easy exercise. It can give your body a break from the strain of carrying around that little one all day. And it keeps you cool. Just make sure you wear lots of sunscreen and reapply often. And keep that ice water close by for drinking.

5. Avoid the heat; Completely avoiding leaving the house isn't really possible, even for someone like me, who is off work in the Summer. I have doctors appointments, a dog who enjoys our walks and quite honestly, I'd go stir crazy if I spent every single day avoiding the outside all together. If possible, avoid going outside on the dangerously hot days. But if you must go out, try to go earlier in the morning before the heat really sets in, or later in the evening when it starts to cool back off.

Days like we've had yesterday and today, Izzy and I skip our walk and I stay home if I don't have an appointment. When the heat index is in the 80s by 8am, it's best to just avoid it all together.

What are your favorite ways to stay cool?

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Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Preparing For Baby | My Birth Plan

I have a confession to make.

Based on the title of this post, you may have expected this post to contain my plan for my labor, delivery and postpartum care. You'd be wrong. I don't have a birth plan. Yes, you read that correctly. I have no plan. None.

Now I don't mean to say that I haven't thought about it. I have hopes for how I'd like for my labor to go.

In a dream world, I'll have minimal pain. I'll be able to work up until I go into the hospital, which I won't do until my contractions have been four minutes apart and one minute long for an hour. And once I get checked in, it will be no more than a couple of hours before I deliver a happy, healthy little one who will be immediately placed on my chest for skin-to-skin time. Of course, I will most likely be medicated because I am a wuss, but since this is a dream world we're talking about, we'll assume that there wasn't even a need for the medication because my delivery was so easy, I barely had any pain.

Yeah. That's how it'll go. 

Back here in the real world, I'm a pretty even mix between a realist and an optimist. Aside from the lack of pain meds, because I'm fairly certain I'll be asking for them at the door, that isn't too far off from what I hope will happen. I pray that I go into labor on my own and don't need an induction. I pray that I can deliver naturally and won't need a C-Section. I pray that Baby will be healthy and there will be no reason that I cannot hold him or her immediately. I hope that I can work until I go into labor and won't need to go on early maternity leave. I hope that my labor isn't a million hours long. I hope. I pray.

But I also know that things happen. If it comes down to it, induction and/or C-Section could happen because what matters most is delivering a healthy baby. My labor could be so quick that there's no time to medicate me or it could be so slow that I'm in the hospital for days. Despite how easily my pregnancy has gone so far, something could change and cause my doctor to require me to go on maternity leave days or even weeks earlier than my baby arrives. God forbid, there could be a concern for my brand new baby that requires them to take him/her before I get the chance to have that skin-to-skin bonding time.

And so I have the answers to the question of how I'd like things to go, but I don't have a plan. Because in the end, it's all up to my body and Little One when and how this will all go down.

Did you have a birth plan? If so, did things go according to plan?

Monday, July 18, 2016

Weekending | 31 Weeks Pregnant & a BOGO Deal

It's Monday. And while I am one of the lucky ones who gets Summer's off from work, Monday still affects me. My husband goes back to work after a day and a half off (yes... he works Saturday mornings. yuck) and it just still feels like Monday, even when I don't have to work. Seriously, whoever invented Monday's should be locked up.
I am officially 31 weeks pregnant and only (approximately) 9 weeks away from meeting our little one! That's single digits, people.
As of this weekend, sleeping is still my only real struggle. Some nights are fine and I sleep like a rock. Other nights, however, my legs ache and refuse to get comfortable no matter how I position them. The only one who benefits from my lack of sleep is Izzy, who uses my movements as her opening into baby belly snuggle time. How can I be expected to roll over again when there's puppy/baby snuggles happening? It can't be done.Thankfully, during the day I don't have any of these pains or discomforts.
Cravings; I am still all about the cold and crunchy things. Slushies/snow cones. Frozen grapes. Crushed ice when it's hot and plain water isn't cutting it. And fresh veggies, which have been a favorite all along.
Activity; Baby has his/her own wake/sleep schedule. Which I would love to continue after birth, but we couldn't possibly be that lucky. We get to feel the most kicks and wiggles after I eat and right before I go to bed. My husband also gets to feel quite the action when he comes to bed (I'm usually already asleep) and that is his favorite time of the day.
Other stuff; We had our breastfeeding class on Wednesday and while I had already read a lot of what was covered, I am happy to have my husband full of knowledge that I will probably need to be reminded of when I'm exhausted and frustrated.

In general, our weekend was pretty uneventful. We were supposed to go to the zoo on Sunday with my family to celebrate my Dad's birthday (which is today... happy birthday, Dad!), but there was a chance of storms so we're postponing that trip. The husband and I ended up just going out to breakfast, hitting up a used book store (because Baby needs more books) and Babies R Us, where I was tempted to buy all of the baby things, but instead just added a few more items to our registry. I hated registering for our wedding shower, but lord help me, I could add things to our baby registries (Babies R Us and Amazon) all day.

Other than that, our weekend was full of laziness and laundry. The joys of adulting!

Before I go, I have something to make Monday just a little bit better. In celebration of my Etsy shop, and the brand new prints that were just added this weekend, I am offering a BOGO deal on all of my prints this week. Interested? Head over to my Instagram (feel free to follow me while you're there so we can be #instabesties) and you will find the coupon code you need for the BOGO deal.

What did you do this weekend?

Friday, July 15, 2016


Just in case you're completely new around here, I'm currently 31 weeks pregnant with my first child. In roughly 9 weeks, my husband and I will have a soft and squishy little human being showing up and changing our lives forever. We are both more excited than we've ever been. And more nervous. Because I don't know how you couldn't be nervous. But mostly it's excitement we're feeling. But there is one thing that I've noticed more now than ever. Everyone - men and women, parents and non-parents, friends and family and strangers - has an opinion on just about everything to do with your pregnancy and your parenting choices. And they are not afraid to voice those thoughts and opinions.

Some of those questions and comments show up more than others. Today, I thought I'd share some of my least favorites, some of the things that I believe you should never say to a pregnant woman.
never say to a pregnant woman
You look huge/tiny/about to pop/like you're having quadruplets; Seriously. Don't even talk about our weight. Even if you think it's a compliment, just stop. My weight is the concern of myself and my doctor, who know whether I am gaining enough to be healthy for my baby and myself. And that is it. And even in cases like mine, where I haven't gained more weight than necessary and am actually quite in love with how my body is changing, it doesn't change the fact that I'm hormonal and irrational and hearing any comments about my weight leads me to assume that my weight is all people see when they look at me. Instead, I suggest saying things like "you look gorgeous!" or "you look like you deserve this ice cream cone!" or "damn girl, you're looking fine". Those are much better choices.

If you think you're tired now, just wait until that baby is here!; Spoiler alert: while I've never been a mom, I've met babies. I've met parents of babies. I watch television and have access to the internet. I am not living in Lala Land thinking that having a newborn is going to be all sunshine, rainbows and lots of sleep for all. You're not telling me anything I don't already know. But that doesn't mean that I'm not really freaking tired right now. Parent of a newborn tired? Perhaps not. But the most tired I've been up to this point in my life? Some days.

You really shouldn't be eating/drinking/doing that; Unless you are my doctor or you see me doing tequila shots and have genuine concern for the safety of my child, please don't comment on what you think I should or should not be consuming or doing. Yes, I've eaten hot dogs during my pregnancy. Because in moderation they are perfectly safe and my doctor agrees. Yes, I still have my allowed amount of coffee each day. Because again, it's perfectly safe in moderation. And while there are days when I wish I could chug a full pot of the stuff, I keep to my limit. Yes, I still exercise, though not as vigorously as I did before pregnancy (because tired). Again, my doctor has given the okay and actually encourages it. And while I haven't given into the medically approved occasional glass of wine, shaming the women who do just needs to stop. I wouldn't do or eat anything to put my child in danger. If I have questions on whether or not something is safe, I ask my doctor.

You better be doing (insert item here) when your baby is born; Breastfeeding. Co-sleeping or absolutely no co-sleeping. Baby wearing. Sleep training. Feeding only 100% organic, homemade baby food when baby is ready for solids. There are so. many. opinions. About everything. The amount of mommy shaming in this world is ridiculous! The best advice that I've gotten has been to listen to all of the advice coming in and then do what feels right for us. Based on all of the pregnancy and parenting pages that I follow, whatever choices we make will be completely wrong and horrible anyway - there is no pleasing everyone. My baby will be fed, clean, hopefully happy and definitely well loved and cared for. If that isn't good enough for someone, I probably don't want that someone around my baby anyway.

Let me tell you this awful horror story that happened to me/I read online; Throughout my entire pregnancy, I've avoided all of the sad pregnancy/labor/deliver/baby stories. It's hard to do when they're all over the internet, but as soon as I started reading something and realize where it's heading, I click off of it. Hormones, bro. They take normal emotions to intense levels. I know that there are all sorts of things that could happen. During pregnancy. During labor and delivery. And to my child once he or she is here in this world. And it would be easy to sit around and dwell on those things and worry and cry more than I already do. But what good will that do me? Instead, I focus on taking care of myself and my unborn child. I trust and hope and pray that my healthy pregnancy will continue on through these last two months and through labor and delivery. I hope and pray that I will be able to keep my child safe in a world full of terrifying things. But the last thing that I need to hear right now is an endless stream of horror stories. Because honestly, are you trying to scare me? Do you want me sitting in a corner, crying and terrified of all that could happen, but probably won't? If yes, please go away and never speak to me again. And if not, please refrain from bringing those things up!

There are so many other things that I could have put here. I'm not sure if people, especially other mothers, feel the need to say some of the things that they say. Maybe they've forgotten how it feels to be a hormonal pregnant lady. Or maybe they feel that it's a right of passage, their reward for dealing with it when they were pregnant. Whatever the reason, I just think that we'd all be better off if we kept our comments to positive, supportive ones. If you have advice that you genuinely think I need, go ahead and give it to me, but do so without judgement or criticism. Trust that I am doing everything that I can to care for this growing baby and will continue to do so after they are born. Know that while I may not be able to fully grasp what is coming my way, that I am at least aware that those changes are coming. I'm not going in blind. I know that my life is changing in a big way very soon. I don't need you to remind me because no amount of you telling me will help me understand something that I haven't experienced yet anyway.

I was serious about offering me ice cream though. Or a slushy. Or watermelon. Those are always okay things to say to my pregnant self. Always.

Do you have anything that you'd add to this list?

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Anxiety breeds creativity

This Monday was a very Monday-ish Monday. I found out some disappointing news about my job (or, more specifically, one half of my job) and was dealing with some anxiety. Anxiety lead to a night of tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep and turn off my brain.

Somewhere in all of that tossing and turning, I found myself thinking about Baby's nursery and the frame that I found at Goodwill earlier that day. I wanted to put some adventure inspired prints in the frame, but hadn't been able to find exactly what I wanted. So I decided I would make my own in the morning. This sparked something in my brain, which made sleep more difficult. What other prints could I create? Could I sell them on Etsy?

And so, The Caffeinated Jamie Etsy Shop was born.

There are only a few prints currently available, but I have a lot of ideas for the future. I am also open to requests and suggestions and any advice from those who sell on Etsy themselves!

Please do me a favor and check out my shop and order something if you like :)

Monday, July 11, 2016

Counting Down

I'm not sure of the exact week that my brain switched into countdown mode, but for the last several weeks I have been watching the number of weeks until my due date get smaller and smaller. And now, technically speaking, we're in the single digits. 9 weeks and 3 days. 66 days. Just slightly more than two months until Little One is due to enter our world. I still have days when, other than the obvious signs (the belly. the movement in that belly), I struggle to believe that this is actually our reality. And yet it is and the time is flying by.
30 weeks; 
Baby's room is painted and ready to be decorated. I'm going to start checking out thrift stores for decor items this week. I'll also be keeping my eyes open for garage sales and deals at other stores.

Nesting. It comes and goes. Some days, I start a project meaning to do only that one thing and find myself doing a dozen other things. Other days, I can't force myself to take my empty cup into the kitchen to wash it.

My health is still great. I had my one hour glucose test last week and that, along with the rest of my blood work, came back normal. Baby is still growing stronger and has a perfect heartbeat. He/she is also moving around tons and has a pretty set sleep/wake schedule.

Sleep is becoming a little more elusive as time goes on. It seems like lately, I sleep great every other night, then the opposite nights I wake every hour or so. Typically it's leg or back discomfort (not quite pain, just an inability to get fully comfortable) or rolling over and having to adjust my pillows and my belly that end up waking me up, though I did have some acid reflux on Saturday night that kept me up late. I've come to realize that I cannot eat chocolate anywhere near bed time. I've only had the acid twice all pregnancy and both times were caused by chocolate.

Other than the discomfort at night, I haven't had any aches or pains during the day. Swelling only hits my feet/ankles if I'm on my feet for an extended period of time and is pretty easy to get rid of once I put my feet up and drink some water. I still feel so incredibly lucky every day that it continues to go this smoothly.

Baby shower plans are in the works for the beginning of next month and I am super excited. We've been putting off buying much stuff because we want to see what we're going to get, so it'll be great to have things to fill the room with and to know what we still need. Although I may go a little overboard those last few weeks. I've been able to resist buying much because I have that voice reminding me to wait until I see what others are going to give us... when that voice is gone, who knows what I will do!

I also have to mention my amazing husband. He is so excited and ready for our baby to hurry up and get here and I can't wait to see him become the incredible daddy that I know he's going to be. But I really have to thank him for all he does and all he puts up with when it comes to dealing with his crazy pregnant wife. He is so incredibly patient and understanding, even though he doesn't really understand why I am crying while watching tv commercials and surrounding myself with 500 pillows just to be able to sleep. He really is the best.

Just a handful of weeks and that little one will be here making my sleep go from a struggle to impossible and I absolutely cannot wait.

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Weekend Recap

I love holiday weekends. Especially the ones where my husband is actually off work and we get to spend time together. Because with his work schedule, those are hard to come by. His one day off a week is often filled with catching up on things that we need to get done because he doesn't have time any other days. So when he gets four days off and I actually get to spend them with him... priceless.

Saturday; Our one day of getting things done this weekend. We tossed around ideas for what we wanted to do with our day. I wanted to head to the park for a picnic. Adam wanted to go to the drive-in movie theater. Somehow we ended up hitting up Home Depot for paint and Adam painted Baby's room. I am absolutely in love with the color we chose and I can't wait to start putting the room together.

Sunday; We spent our day with my in-laws. First we headed a few towns over to the Kirkland 4th of July Festival, walking around, eating fair foods and playing bingo. Then we went back to my in-law's house for pizza, fireworks and a bonfire. We learned that Izzy is terrified of bonfires, though she isn't bothered by fireworks like normal dogs.

Monday; Izzy had gotten sick the two previous mornings (she was perfectly fine afterwords both times) and since I wasn't sure why, I wanted to keep an eye on her to make sure she wasn't eating anything outside that was making her sick. So I drank my coffee on the deck and watched her. She was fine, but I think she was eating the weeds that are growing next to our garage. After that, I got up and got ready for the day and desperately wanted a doughnut. So Adam and I headed out, took my weekly bumpdate picture and ran to the grocery store for some doughnuts. We came back home and spent the afternoon lazing around - Adam played video games. I edited the bump picture & did some blog stuff. Around 6:00, we went to my parents house. They live right across from a park where weekly water-ski shows are put on. So my family gathered to watch the ski show and the fireworks put on by the country club that is across the river from the park. We had the perfect view for the fireworks & I loved my little nephew telling us "that's my favorite color! That's daddy's favorite color! That's your favorite color!" - cutest thing ever.
Today, Adam has one last day off work. We have no set plans, so it's another winging it kind of day and I am perfectly alright with that.

I hope you had a great 4th of July!

Monday, July 4, 2016

29 weeks; 4th of July style

Happy 4th of July! I hope that everyone has been enjoying their holiday weekend - and if you're one of the unlucky who don't actually get a holiday weekend (I spent six years working retail, I know your pain), I hope you at least get to enjoy some of the festivities. A cookout, a fireworks show. Something. No one should miss out on the celebration completely. I'll be enjoying family and fireworks today.

In addition to this being 4th of July weekend, it's also my 29th week of pregnancy and let me tell you, I've been feeling the hormones this week. I spent a good 10 minutes the other day struggling not to cry while rubbing my belly and telling it "I love you" over and over again. All of that because I was thinking about how we need to paint Baby's room. Boom. Emotions. For the record, we did get the room painted this weekend!

My favorite thing that has been happening lately has been the signs of Baby's personality. During our trip to Springfield last week, I noticed that he/she doesn't like when I lean to my left side. Baby will flip in a way that perfectly positions him/her to hit me in my left hip bone and my right ribs at the same time. And it does. not. stop. until I move so that they can curl up in a ball on my right side. Except that leads to the feeling of a full bladder, which makes being in a car extra fun. Needless to say, I had to choose my own sanity over Baby's comfort for the drive home. Because otherwise, we'd have stopped every 10 minutes. We seem to have routine times of being awake and asleep. Some awake times are filled with big kicks and movements while other times it's smaller, but more frequent wiggles. As uncomfortable as it is getting kicked in the ribs and hip bones, those tend to be the bigger and more dramatic movements and I love that.

I *think* that I've started having some Braxton Hicks contractions here and there, but they're not painful yet. Just times when my stomach becomes suddenly tight and hard. It's a weird feeling. Although I'll take weird over painful. Weird I can handle, but this wimp isn't looking forward to painful and would like to put it off for as long as possible. Real labor will be worth the pain. False labor just sounds like someones idea of a cruel joke.

I have been on a major ice kick this week. I have taken to crushing it up in the blender and eating it with a spoon and my husband thinks I am insane. But what can I say? Baby wants what baby wants.

The only real negative thing that has been happening this week is my inability to roll over at night without it taking forever. Seriously, I feel like a turtle on it's back. I roll over a lot and now it's a process. Wake up. Move pillows to other side. Roll onto back and let baby catch up. Roll onto new side and tuck pillows around me/between my legs. Hope that Adam & Izzy don't decide to change how they're laying because that will throw me off and I have to adjust everything again. Attempt to go back to sleep.

Seriously. It's a process.

Have a Happy 4th everyone! 

Friday, July 1, 2016

June, where did you go?

It's July. Already. Seriously, how is it possible that we're already starting July when I swear it was just January? I'm halfway through Summer break from work and moving closer and closer to baby day. Suddenly the realization has hit me that we've got so much stuff to do to get ready for Little One's arrival in September and only 11 weeks to do it all. It's weird how 11 weeks sounds like both a long time and no time at all - according to some people, these last couple of months will fly by and baby will be here before I know it. And others say the opposite - the last months drag on and given that it's Summer, they will be miserable. We'll see which category I fall into, but without a doubt so far time has been flying by.

The month of June has been full of a little bit of everything for me. Some of my days were spent being productive - cleaning, organizing, giving into the nesting instinct to get things ready around here. Other days were spent lounging around - resting, relishing the ability to do absolutely nothing, and of course, spending tons of time with Izzy. Weekends have been mixed with social gatherings and days for just me and Adam. Some days I spend hours outside, walking Izzy, sitting on my deck, whatever gets me fresh air and sunshine. Other days I avoid the heat by staying in my nice air conditioned house. Balance is my goal, one that I have especially embraced during this pregnancy.

July will be a month full of preparing baby's room, enjoying more lazy summer days and making sure that I have as much taken care of as I can before work starts back up in August. My current goal is to get the room painted so that we can start moving things in and setting everything up. Is it weird that I'm actually jealous that I can't do the painting myself? Because I really am. Once the room is painted, I've got a bookshelf that also needs a new paint job and then we're all set to start getting ready. I think having the room done will really make the reality sink in that this is really happening! Because, you know, tests, doctors appointments, ultrasounds and baby kicks haven't already made that sink it. But honestly, actually seeing it all set up and ready for Little One will make it that much more real.

I'm excited to see what this month brings. More summer fun, more changes and an ever growing baby belly for certain. We'll see what else July has in store for us!