36 weeks!

At the end of this week I'll be considered full term :)
The charts estimate her weighing about 6 pounds - that's almost twice as big as her daddy when he was born (he is a twin)
She's still sitting up high and pretty against my ribs. I keep meaning to take some pictures so I can compare when she does drop. So far I just have the usual minor grips of acid reflux at night, some back pain/discomfort, and just a little swelling in my feet. The cold weather has come back and my leg rash came back - I had it nearly cleared up when we had a warm spell and I wore skirts all week. I don't think I've had any braxton hicks contractions but there have been a few moments it seems like more pain that just a baby kicking - though she is getting stronger!

I still need to pack the hospital bag -it's on my list for this week/weekend. Tomorrow is a baby shower at my work, so we'll know what we're missing and can go shopping this weekend.

People keep telling me I look like all my weight is baby. That's nice of them to say and I'm glad I can hide it elsewhere but I think it's only because I'm tall. Yes I have packed on enough pounds I predict the dr to tell me to stop. I have my fingers crossed for a relatively dry (but not drought) Spring, so I can get the stroller out and walk off some of this new fat on my thighs. I guess every woman dreads pulling out their pre-preggo clothes and seeing what will fit. I supposed I can sacrifice wearing shorts for a bit to get a healthy baby though - just have to keep reminding myself that :)

I talked to a landscaper yesterday that is coming soon to add mulch to our flowerbeds, so that will be one less stress this spring :) then maybe my nesting instinct will kick in soon and I will clean my house. If only we could coat the cats in glue so their hair would quit shedding - that would fix alot of our house problems :)

Tired again

I'm getting flashbacks to the first tri where I was tired all the time. I think for the 3rd day in a row I'll be taking a nap when I get home. I think the baby is using all my food for energy and not leaving me with any! ah, the sacrifices we make.

35 / 35

I'm at 35 weeks with 35 days to go!!!

The stats say she's just over 5 lbs and about 18 inches long and running out of room to move around. Though last night I got scared she was having a seizure b/c my belly was going crazy. Most of her basic physical development is now complete, now she's just getting fatter. Note to babymach: you can take some of your mom's fat b/c she'd like to stop gaining weight now.

My changes are nothing that I'm happy about - belly button is about stretched to the max, more acid reflux, back to being tired more often, a few times of crazy hunger fits, and some general body aches and other gross stuff I won't go into. Though some of my latest reading about getting closer to labor and delivery is really grossing me out, so I guess my stinky farts are just practice for whats to come. I really can't wait till my friend Taryn learns about a mucus plug. haha. The evil side of me wants to share the gory details - so I have been with Jeff at least. I keep reminding him, it's partly his fault, and if he can't share in some of the pain, he's certainly going to hear about it. He just smiles like he still loves me :)

I bought a breastfeeding book but so far it's pretty general knowledge stuff. I hope it comes easy for me like my sister. If not, I'm glad I live in a town large enough to get some help.

A tease for Spring

Yeah for warmer weather this week. Probably the biggest reason I'm excited is to see if this rash on my legs will go away. I think I have severe dry skin on my legs from my thighs down to even a patch on the top of my foot. It will calm down when I can wear shorts around the house, but then I go back to wearing pants at work when it's 30 degrees outside and it flares up again. So I washed some skirts this weekend and plan to wear them to work all week and see if it gets better. I looked up skin problems during pregnancy and it's very common. I'm just thankful I don't have one of the really bad ones that is on the belly with big streaks of fire coming up.
I'm also trying to take showers at night since the hot water seems to irritate my skin. So this morning I'm still a bit groggy, but when I put lotion on my feet I saw an ankle bone! Yes my ankles have been a bit swollen, so I was excited to see what they looked like again :)

The Nursery is done!

Photos on Picasa

I finally put up stuff on the walls. I think now it's just missing some diapers and a baby :)

Be sure to remember it

This morning I ordered a baby memory book. I remember finding mine, with some congrats cards stuffed inside and nothing else, no words, nothing. Yes, I'm the 3rd kid and I hear that's common :) So as of now, I have all these great expectations for myself to be that first time mommy that records every first milestone, takes lots of photos, saves the first artwork, and all that jazz. I did see keepsake boxes for hair and teeth, but that kinda grossed me out.

To my mommy friends: how good are you with keeping up with all your kid's milestones? I know my friend Keri is good with it because she keeps a blog and I get to read about it. Man, how I wish more friends had blogs or at least online photo galleries (hint hint). But I don't really know about my other friends, since I don't exactly go snooping through their house to see how many photo albums or keepsake boxes they have :)

It's Mommy, not mama

I'm going to try my hardest to get my child to call me mommy. Not mama. Oh, how I hate mama. (And I'm already being called that which makes me cringe a little inside) I think it's some left over resentment for being taken out of Texas and forced to live in Alabama where I still don't like the southern accents. Since neither Jeff nor I have much of an accent, there is hope that our baby wont. Otherwise she'll have her mommy correcting and constantly nagging her to repeat herself in a normal tone. And I still have vivid memories of making friends with 20-something year old men that still call their mom, mama. That just seems like they're stuck in a time warp to me. I had a mommy, and sometime around middle school she was called mom. sweet and simple. And last night talking to friends I heard stories of grandparents with nicknames like bubba. Maybe I'll change my mind when those words are coming from a cute 2 year old, but for now, I truly hope nothing like that sticks in our family.