I know, I'm a bad girl. I haven't blogged in forever, sorry!
Here are a few quick updates:
I am 34 weeks, only 6 more to go! Did you read my recent post about the 3rd trimester and how crappy it is? Well turns out, it isn't so crappy after all! The first week or two of my 3rd trimester kinda sucked but after that, it really hasn't been that bad. Sure, I'll have a rough day every now and then, but over all I've felt pretty darn good! AND the emotional mood swings did not continue, hallelujah! Well, except for one teeny, tiny episode... one night we got food from the taco shop, I ordered 5 rolled tacos. When we got home and started eating I noticed something horrible... there were only 4 rolled tacos! How dare the taco shop man! Immediately, I banged my fist on the table and started to cry. When the hub saw the big fat tears streaming down my face he quickly offered me some of his carne asada fries... I instantly felt better. It was all over in about 30 seconds. That was the only other time my prego monster came out.
As of my last doctors appointment, so far, I've gained 20 pounds! :) We both are very healthy!
We are now planning and preparing for our baby shower. We decided to have a co-ed shower, why should the ladies have all the fun? Isaac wanted to share the day with me and hang with all of his buddies too, sounds good to me! I can't wait, we are really looking forward to seeing everyone!
I PINKY PROMISE that I will post pictures from our babymoon, and all of the cool nursery projects we've been busy with. Keep an eye out, that will be coming soon!
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Dear Sienna,
Hi Love,
We are only 6 weeks away from meeting you! Daddy and I have been so busy getting your room ready for you. I think you are going to love it, it's so pretty! We made sure to fill it with things that are very special. Your Auntie brought you all sorts of goodies back from her trip to Europe! An adorable dress from France, a onsie from Amsterdam, pink glittery shoes from Holland, you already have such cool stuff! She also brought you a sweet little stuffed bear back from Barcelona and he is waiting for you in your crib. A cute squirrel is resting above your crib so he can watch over you, he was your Grandma's, we know she is smiling down from heaven :) We hung pretty pink rosary beads that Daddy and I got in Rome on our honeymoon. We have a few things to finish up but everything is just about done.
You and I have become so close over these months. I talk to you constantly and I know you listen. You know what is really weird... Daddy says that sometimes, when he kisses or hugs me, he can smell you. He says that I smell like a baby. Sometimes I think he is crazy, but maybe he is already getting to know you just like I am. I can't wait to see what kind of personality you'll have. I'm guessing you are going to be extremely active, since you have been the whole time you've been in my belly. Will you be soft spoken like Dad or outgoing like me? Will you like to explore the world, will you be adventurous? Will you have a special love for the ocean like Daddy? Whatever you'll be like, we will be proud. We want to give you all of the opportunities in the world, to do whatever you want, to be whoever you want.
I dream of you all of the time. I see your hair and pretty eyelashes, but mostly I see your tiny fingers. I can't wait to hold them and kiss them. So many people are anxiously waiting for you. Up until a couple weeks ago, I was the most anxious of all. I wished that time would speed up and you could just be here already. Not anymore. I've found a peace and calm that I didn't have before. In some way, I think you gave it to me. I am enjoying every moment that leads up to your birth. I know that you will come when you are completely ready and I don't want to do anything to rush that. You will pick your birthday and until then, I will be enjoying our time together, closer than we will ever be again. I will always treasure these moments. I will never forget how this feels. It feels amazing.
I love you so much baby girl.
♥ Mommy
We are only 6 weeks away from meeting you! Daddy and I have been so busy getting your room ready for you. I think you are going to love it, it's so pretty! We made sure to fill it with things that are very special. Your Auntie brought you all sorts of goodies back from her trip to Europe! An adorable dress from France, a onsie from Amsterdam, pink glittery shoes from Holland, you already have such cool stuff! She also brought you a sweet little stuffed bear back from Barcelona and he is waiting for you in your crib. A cute squirrel is resting above your crib so he can watch over you, he was your Grandma's, we know she is smiling down from heaven :) We hung pretty pink rosary beads that Daddy and I got in Rome on our honeymoon. We have a few things to finish up but everything is just about done.
You and I have become so close over these months. I talk to you constantly and I know you listen. You know what is really weird... Daddy says that sometimes, when he kisses or hugs me, he can smell you. He says that I smell like a baby. Sometimes I think he is crazy, but maybe he is already getting to know you just like I am. I can't wait to see what kind of personality you'll have. I'm guessing you are going to be extremely active, since you have been the whole time you've been in my belly. Will you be soft spoken like Dad or outgoing like me? Will you like to explore the world, will you be adventurous? Will you have a special love for the ocean like Daddy? Whatever you'll be like, we will be proud. We want to give you all of the opportunities in the world, to do whatever you want, to be whoever you want.
I dream of you all of the time. I see your hair and pretty eyelashes, but mostly I see your tiny fingers. I can't wait to hold them and kiss them. So many people are anxiously waiting for you. Up until a couple weeks ago, I was the most anxious of all. I wished that time would speed up and you could just be here already. Not anymore. I've found a peace and calm that I didn't have before. In some way, I think you gave it to me. I am enjoying every moment that leads up to your birth. I know that you will come when you are completely ready and I don't want to do anything to rush that. You will pick your birthday and until then, I will be enjoying our time together, closer than we will ever be again. I will always treasure these moments. I will never forget how this feels. It feels amazing.
I love you so much baby girl.
♥ Mommy
Friday, June 10, 2011
The third trimester
I've heard that this is how most pregnancies go...
The first trimester: hell. You're sick as a dog and so tired, all you want to do is sleep 15 hours a day. This was SO true in my case (I can't emphasize the "sick as a dog" part enough).
The second trimester: bliss. You look great and you feel great. During this time you are starting to feel the first baby movements and you FINALLY get to find out the sex (if you choose to). Again, this was totally true for me, the second trimester was heaven!
The third trimester... get ready for a wild ride, sister. You feel as big as a house, you waddle, you're sick, tired, everything hurts... you get the picture. Sounds fun right!? Well I'm only a couple weeks into my third trimester and all of the above is true so far. Second trimester, I miss you, I love you!
One thing that I hadn't experienced until the third trimester was the INSANE hormonal mood swings. I know a ton of pregnant Mama's right now and for most of them, their mood swings kicked in much earlier. For whatever reason,I've been lucky my husband has been lucky enough to have a pretty normal pregnant wife. He's told me that people ask him, "so is Jenny having crazy mood swings yet" and up until now, his answer has been, "nope, she hasn't changed much at all". Damn you, third trimester!
Last night was ridiculous.
Yesterday I was having a really "blaaah" day. I didn't feel very good and I was exhausted, but I had things to do, so I had to suck it up and put on a happy face. In the evening, once I got home from work, I spent some time cleaning up the house, then we went grocery shopping. When we came home, I put everything away and by that time it somehow was already 8:30pm... and we still hadn't had dinner. Hungry doesn't even come close to how I was feeling, I was starving and starting to get a little grumpy. I knew I had to eat before I turned into crazy prego monster, so I told the Hub, we gotta eat NOW! He knew what that meant, so he joined me in the kitchen to help me whip up something, quick. Even tho I was so hungry and I wanted to break every glass in my cabinet, I knew I had to control my psycho emotions. My hubby was being so sweet, we were laughing and making great conversation, I think I was able to hide the psycho-ness that was brewing within me. Finally, dinner was done, hallelujah! Yummy chicken pasta was done baking, garlic bread cooling and green beans were on the stove. Time to eat, crisis averted! I went into the kitchen to serve our plates, I opened the stove to take out the pasta and it smelled so delicious, my mouth immediately started to water! The following ten seconds seemed to go by in slow motion... with my trusty oven mitts, I grabbed the wonderful smelling, beautiful dish of pasta that had been baking for 45 damn minutes, when it was half way out of the stove, my evil oven mitts slipped and the dish fell out of my hands onto the open oven door. Pasta spilled into my oven (that was still 425 degrees and smoking like hell), through the cracks of the oven door onto my kitchen floor. The Hub was standing beside me, I looked up at him with desperation in my eyes and yelled, "FUCK"! He stood there, quiet, just staring at the huge mess. I was so pissed, so sad, so HUNGRY, all I could do was cry. Actually, no, I sobbed. I couldn't stand to look at our yummy dinner all over my kitchen floor for one more second, so I ran to our bedroom, flopped like a giant fish onto the bed and wept. I mean, huge tears and "boo hoo's". After a minute or two, I stopped crying and I came out of the room with my puffy eyes and a red nose. I walked into the kitchen and as soon as I saw that pasta, I lost it, again. Looking back on the moment, Isaac's face was priceless, but of course I couldn't appreciate it then. He looked stunned, like he was thinking, "who the hell are you and what have you done with my wife". I can't even remember the last time I cried that hard or for that long! It was so STUPID, but I couldn't help it. All of my frustrations of the day were rushing out all at once, spilling the pasta was just the straw that broke the camels back, I guess. I had to leave the kitchen, so I flopped on the couch and cried some more. The only thing I could say in between my sobs was, "I'm so hungry!". It was a pathetic scene. A couple minutes passed and I finally stopped crying, I tried going into the kitchen again (why, I don't know) and again, I lost it! Something about seeing that pasta on the floor just enraged me! I went to the bathroom to sob some more, Isaac followed me to try to console me and calm me down. He was being so great. He didn't laugh, or yell, all he said was, "have some garlic bread to hold you over", to which Ireplied yelled, "I don't want JUST bread, I want a meal, I want DINNER (boo-hoo hoo...)". A three year old toddler would have acted less bratty than I was in that moment. He looked at me and with a stern voice said, "Calm down, I'll make something else but you need to stop crying". He went into the kitchen and started cleaning up the mess I made and started a new batch of pasta. I on the other hand flopped back onto the couch and cried some more, but quietly so he couldn't hear me. Once the new pasta was done my anger, sadness and psycho prego monster had gone away. I scarfed two helpings and it was delicious. I hopped into my husbands lap and kissed him all over his face and thanked him for being the best hubby in the world. My head was clear and my no-longer-hungry tummy was full so I was able to look back and realize how ridiculous I had acted. I apologized for my insane tantrum. He just laughed at me and said, "That was weird".
I sobbed like a baby for 20 minutes over spilled pasta and my husband didn't even laugh (until afterwards). I love him, he's a Super-Hubby and I am so thankful! Even I wasn't prepared for the almighty powerful prego monster, that I have heard so much about. I pray that she doesn't return!
Ladies and gents, please don't judge me, I swear it wasn't my fault... I blame it on the 3rd trimester bitch from hell. If you know a pregnant lady, be sweet to her :)
I hope you all have a calm weekend, without any spilled pasta!
P.S. I promise to post all about our Babymoon very soon, I'm sorry I haven't yet!
The first trimester: hell. You're sick as a dog and so tired, all you want to do is sleep 15 hours a day. This was SO true in my case (I can't emphasize the "sick as a dog" part enough).
The second trimester: bliss. You look great and you feel great. During this time you are starting to feel the first baby movements and you FINALLY get to find out the sex (if you choose to). Again, this was totally true for me, the second trimester was heaven!
The third trimester... get ready for a wild ride, sister. You feel as big as a house, you waddle, you're sick, tired, everything hurts... you get the picture. Sounds fun right!? Well I'm only a couple weeks into my third trimester and all of the above is true so far. Second trimester, I miss you, I love you!
One thing that I hadn't experienced until the third trimester was the INSANE hormonal mood swings. I know a ton of pregnant Mama's right now and for most of them, their mood swings kicked in much earlier. For whatever reason,
Last night was ridiculous.
Yesterday I was having a really "blaaah" day. I didn't feel very good and I was exhausted, but I had things to do, so I had to suck it up and put on a happy face. In the evening, once I got home from work, I spent some time cleaning up the house, then we went grocery shopping. When we came home, I put everything away and by that time it somehow was already 8:30pm... and we still hadn't had dinner. Hungry doesn't even come close to how I was feeling, I was starving and starting to get a little grumpy. I knew I had to eat before I turned into crazy prego monster, so I told the Hub, we gotta eat NOW! He knew what that meant, so he joined me in the kitchen to help me whip up something, quick. Even tho I was so hungry and I wanted to break every glass in my cabinet, I knew I had to control my psycho emotions. My hubby was being so sweet, we were laughing and making great conversation, I think I was able to hide the psycho-ness that was brewing within me. Finally, dinner was done, hallelujah! Yummy chicken pasta was done baking, garlic bread cooling and green beans were on the stove. Time to eat, crisis averted! I went into the kitchen to serve our plates, I opened the stove to take out the pasta and it smelled so delicious, my mouth immediately started to water! The following ten seconds seemed to go by in slow motion... with my trusty oven mitts, I grabbed the wonderful smelling, beautiful dish of pasta that had been baking for 45 damn minutes, when it was half way out of the stove, my evil oven mitts slipped and the dish fell out of my hands onto the open oven door. Pasta spilled into my oven (that was still 425 degrees and smoking like hell), through the cracks of the oven door onto my kitchen floor. The Hub was standing beside me, I looked up at him with desperation in my eyes and yelled, "FUCK"! He stood there, quiet, just staring at the huge mess. I was so pissed, so sad, so HUNGRY, all I could do was cry. Actually, no, I sobbed. I couldn't stand to look at our yummy dinner all over my kitchen floor for one more second, so I ran to our bedroom, flopped like a giant fish onto the bed and wept. I mean, huge tears and "boo hoo's". After a minute or two, I stopped crying and I came out of the room with my puffy eyes and a red nose. I walked into the kitchen and as soon as I saw that pasta, I lost it, again. Looking back on the moment, Isaac's face was priceless, but of course I couldn't appreciate it then. He looked stunned, like he was thinking, "who the hell are you and what have you done with my wife". I can't even remember the last time I cried that hard or for that long! It was so STUPID, but I couldn't help it. All of my frustrations of the day were rushing out all at once, spilling the pasta was just the straw that broke the camels back, I guess. I had to leave the kitchen, so I flopped on the couch and cried some more. The only thing I could say in between my sobs was, "I'm so hungry!". It was a pathetic scene. A couple minutes passed and I finally stopped crying, I tried going into the kitchen again (why, I don't know) and again, I lost it! Something about seeing that pasta on the floor just enraged me! I went to the bathroom to sob some more, Isaac followed me to try to console me and calm me down. He was being so great. He didn't laugh, or yell, all he said was, "have some garlic bread to hold you over", to which I
I sobbed like a baby for 20 minutes over spilled pasta and my husband didn't even laugh (until afterwards). I love him, he's a Super-Hubby and I am so thankful! Even I wasn't prepared for the almighty powerful prego monster, that I have heard so much about. I pray that she doesn't return!
Ladies and gents, please don't judge me, I swear it wasn't my fault... I blame it on the 3rd trimester bitch from hell. If you know a pregnant lady, be sweet to her :)
I hope you all have a calm weekend, without any spilled pasta!
P.S. I promise to post all about our Babymoon very soon, I'm sorry I haven't yet!
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
It's party time!
Well, if you call napping and lounging around being lazy for days on end, "partying"... I do! Tomorrow we are off on our Babymoon and I can't wait!
This is my list of things to do while we're away:
Swim
Tan this (big) belly
Read a couple of books
Take a bubble bath
Hike
Romantic time with my Hubby, lots of it!
Take a bazillion photos
Go on a bike ride or two
Swim in the middle of the night
Nap in a hammock! Yes!
Early morning yoga
Movies under the stars
Go on a few dinner dates
And swim some more
I am so looking forward to the hot sun and lazy days with my hunny.
I'll be back next week to share lots of pictures! Have a great holiday weekend!
This is my list of things to do while we're away:
Swim
Tan this (big) belly
Read a couple of books
Take a bubble bath
Hike
Romantic time with my Hubby, lots of it!
Take a bazillion photos
Go on a bike ride or two
Swim in the middle of the night
Nap in a hammock! Yes!
Early morning yoga
Movies under the stars
Go on a few dinner dates
And swim some more
I am so looking forward to the hot sun and lazy days with my hunny.
I'll be back next week to share lots of pictures! Have a great holiday weekend!
Friday, May 20, 2011
25 Weeks
Today I am 25 weeks, only 15 more to go!
I've gained 13 pounds so far.
My boobs are big, my butt is bigger, none of my clothes fit!
The super crazy and scary dreams have stopped, thank goodness!
I always want rolled-tacos.
Sienna favors the right side of my belly.
My belly button is gone, completely flat.
We are both doing well and are very healthy :)
I cry when I see anything baby related, TV shows, commercials, magazine ads, anything! The other day I saw a little girl who looked like what I imagine Sienna might look like and I started balling. I just love everything about babies!
This weekend I plan to work on a couple projects for the nursery, I'll be sharing the details with you soon!
I've gained 13 pounds so far.
My boobs are big, my butt is bigger, none of my clothes fit!
The super crazy and scary dreams have stopped, thank goodness!
I always want rolled-tacos.
Sienna favors the right side of my belly.
My belly button is gone, completely flat.
We are both doing well and are very healthy :)
I cry when I see anything baby related, TV shows, commercials, magazine ads, anything! The other day I saw a little girl who looked like what I imagine Sienna might look like and I started balling. I just love everything about babies!
This weekend I plan to work on a couple projects for the nursery, I'll be sharing the details with you soon!
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