Amazing Weekend

I had the best time this weekend.  All my girlfriends came into town to celebrate the upcoming arrival of Vivian and showered her with so many gifts.  It is such a wonderful feeling knowing that my daughter is surrounded by so much love and support. 

I'll post some more photos once my mom and sister have time to send them to me.

One Hot Mama

By no means do I think I look hot right now.  I'm a hormonal hot mess right now.  I wake up every morning sweaty and it's not because I'm dreaming of McSteamy.  I slept last night with just undergarments on and no covers and still found a way to leak from my pores.  I don't know how women carry children in the summer time.  I'm miserable right now and the highs are only in the 80's.  To top things off, this morning I came into work to find out the A/C is broken. I'm typing this blog as I roast like a pot belly pig...all you need to do is stick an apple in my mouth to complete this picture.

One another note I went shopping with my mother yesterday and had a great time.  I bought a dress and shirt and some other necessities for the baby.  She is going to be here in about 5 weeks...I can't wait to meet her!

Not so swell

I noticed about two weeks ago that my fingers were starting to swell.  My fingers have always swelled in the past when I would walk or run for too long but now they just stay plump.  I figured it was time to retire my engagement ring and just wear my wedding band which is a little looser on my finger.  I fear now that I will have to toss the wedding band goodbye as well.  My fingers now look fat and stubby.  Would it be weird to wear gloves until Vivian's arrival? Probably.

Finger swelling right now is the least of my issues.  My feet have now become my own worst enemy.  My long slender finger toes now look like bloated piggies who have made one to many trips to the market.  For most people they go up 1/2 a shoe size during pregnancy but I'm not sure what I'm going to do.  My Scandinavian foot is already wedged into a size 10 and they don't make 1/2 sizes after 10.  The idea of buying an 11 size shoe is frightening to me.  With a foot that big you'd think I play in the WNBA.  I'm going to the doctor tomorrow to discuss this swelling issue and make sure my swelling looks normal to her because I know this does not look normal to me.

The Dr. is in!

I met Vivian's pediatrician this afternoon and feel very confident that I have met the best doctor for us.  His name is Dr. Steven Crow and he is wonderful.  He even has a nurse practitioner that makes house calls and will come to our house to meet Viv and do her 2 day check up in her bedroom.  He is conveniently located right by our house and doesn't have strict office hours.  He said he has been known to stay at the office until 11pm visiting with patients.  I feel so fortunate to have such a wonderful OBGYN and Pediatrician.  Now we just have to wait for Miss Vivian to make her entrance into the world...and if she is anything like her mother she will make quite an entrance.

31 weeks

Everyone who doesn't see me on a daily basis has been asking to see belly photos.  I try to get out of the way when pictures are being taken but thought I need at least one to mark this journey.  Me at 31 weeks.

So this friend of mine...

It still amazes me the things people say to pregnant women.  I know I have stuck my foot in my mouth a time or two but people really should stop and think before they speak.  I have stopped counting the number of times I have heard a horror story from someone about pregnancy.  Either it happened to them or it happened to someone they know.  Do you really think that telling me your horrific story makes me feel better about the inevitable delivery?  Someone stopped me in the kitchen at work and asked me how far along I was.  I told them 30 weeks and counting and smiled.  The women then proceeds to tell me that it could be sooner than later because one of her friends went into labor at  32 weeks and her baby had to spend three weeks in the NICU.  Thanks for that.  Do you mind if I put some cream into my decaf before you finish this riveting story?  No, I don't want to hear every horror story out there about my private parts being stretched from ear to ear and all that can go wrong.  If something goes wrong when the time comes then it does...there is nothing I can do about that now and making me stress over it doesn't help the matter.  So please, unless you have a wonderful story about the joys of labor keep your stories to yourself.  Feel free to share them after Viv's arrival.

Sleepless in Dallas

I have always been a heavy sleeper. My dad jokes about the huge hail storm that did significant damage to our roof when I was a kid and I slept through it.  One of my roommates from college, Delicia, used to throw parties in our room after I had gone to bed.  She would have music blaring and people hanging out and I would sleep right through it. 

Not anymore folks.  Where I once used to lay my head and drift into a deep slumber I am now awoken in the middle of the night by Spencer's symphonic snoring.  I never knew he snored until this week.  I wonder if he has always snored. I'm surprised he doesn't have bruises on his side from me kicking and nudging him all night long.  If I am now going to be a light sleeper because of the baby this snoring thing has got to stop!