Happy New Year

From the multitudes of books and websites, I am officially in the 3rd trimester this week at 28 weeks (that's 7 months). That means 3 months left, 12 weeks. Which seems like a lot but then not nearly enough time, considering we still have to move and buy everything for the baby, who currently would not even have a place to sleep if he came tomorrow (although my husband keeps insisting that a shoe box will hold him just fine). So the plan is to do baby registry this weekend and move by February 1. Lots of changes for the new year.

Baby B is now able to open his eyes and even has little baby eyelashes. He weighs 2 and 1/2 pounds and is almost to his birth length, I don't have a fruit or veggie comparison this week so you'll have to use your imagination. I can feel him flip over sometimes which is very weird and makes my whole stomach move.

We had a nice quiet Christmas with presents, homemade donuts, movies and ham for dinner. Then Micah passed out in a food coma at 9:00. It was good. Thank you to everyone for the lovely gifts and I'm sure Baby B will enjoy the new clothes once he is born. Thank you also to all our friends who sent us pictures this year. We had good intentions of sending holiday cards, but it didn't happen. We promise to send pictures of Baby B after he arrives. That makes up for it, right?

Happy New Year!

Me, made out of icing

So, 27 weeks. Some of the books and websites say this is the beginning of the 3rd trimester, others say it officially starts next week. It's a holiday week, so it doesn't matter anyway. Baby B is working on developing his gray matter this week. Apparently neurons are firing away in there. He weighs about 2 pounds now, so he is getting big and strong. Mama took a prenatal yoga class on Sunday and that seemed to help her aching back a little bit.

As you can see, Sophie was helping put lights on the tree a couple weeks back and she did a fantastic job. We got our first, real Christmas tree and it smells great. It also seems to be pretty easy to take care of, but I think because the water resevoir holds like 2 gallons of water, so if we forget, it's no biggie. We are going to have a relaxing Christmas here in San Diego. I'm glad to say that we will not be traveling in this mess of storms this year, but we will miss everyone.

Oh, and here is what I look like made out of icing. We had a baby shower at work for the 3 pregnant ladies and we each had a little cake with a figure made out of fondant icing. Awesome.

Can you pick that up for me?

Baby B is starting to pack on the lbs to look more like a baby and less like skin and bones. He’s practicing his breathing skills by inhaling amniotic fluid (is there anything this fluid does not do?). Mama thinks he is also practicing his numchuk skills in there. Yesterday he had one of his body parts lodged in my ribs, which made it a little difficult to breathe. I kept poking him and he finally moved. He is now the size of an “English hothouse cucumber” or 14 inches from head to heel (this week we start including the legs instead of just crown to rump). The growing belly is making it difficult to cross my legs and bend down to pick things up, much to my husband’s amusement.

I was sort of getting away with wearing some regular shirts mixed in with maternity stuff, but now they are too short and getting too stretched out, so I am exclusively in maternity tops. Which means, I have to go shopping because I only have about 5 work tops and 5 non work tops. As you all know, I do not like shopping. Add to that that it is December and people are crazy nuts when it comes to shopping and you will see why I will be wearing the same 5 shirts over the next week or so. The good thing is I don’t have to worry about eating too much during the holidays when food is flowing through the office.

Yesterday, while shopping for my Christmas gift on-line, Micah found a thing that you could order to make a mold of your pregnant belly. We both agreed that that is probably the creepiest thing we’ve ever seen, even on the internet. People are weird.

Happy Birthday to me

Today, I am 29. And I'm going to be a mom. I'm old. Just thought I'd throw that out there.

Anyway, last week we went for our 24 week check up. All is well and Lil Mr. B seems to be growing well. He is also extremely active. The Dr. went to listen to his heart with the little doppler thing and he kept moving around while she was trying to listen. It sort of makes the sound of someone brushing against a microphone when he is moving. So she finally found a place where she could hear it and after about 10 seconds, he kicked right where the doppler thing was, which made a nice thud. He is apparently a little stinker. Must take after his dad.

And for all of you crazies who want pictures, here you go. I must say after all the demanding of pictures, I posted this on facebook and have gotten 1 comment. I think it must be worse than everyone thought;)

Random Thoughts for Tuesday Morning

In case anyone was wondering, the new Salted Carmel Signature Hot Chocolate at Starbucks tastes like liquid donut. It also has about the same amount of sugar as two donuts, so drink with caution (Baby B is bouncing off the walls in there). Plus it is ridiculously expensive. I would not recommend it unless you are interested in a sugar coma.

I am feeling pretty large this week but not very in charge. I am now 6 months prego. My back hurts especially when I sit all day at work. It mostly feels like my sacrum needs to pop but there is no good way to pop this sucker since it is very difficult to twist with a soccer ball in your stomach. Baby B is the length of an ear of corn (or a foot long Subway sandwich). He weighs about a pound and a half and my resources say that is a 4 ounce increase from last week, which is probably why I am feeling extra large this week. This week he is building his lungs so that when he is born, he can transport oxygen throughout his tiny body.

We are honing in on a name but are not ready to reveal our choice yet. It is actually me who is hesitant about it. It’s a lot of pressure to name another human being and I want to make sure we are not scarring him for life.

We rode bikes on Saturday in Coronado, which was quite fun. I was a little nervous about my balance but after the first 2 minutes of sheer panic, I seemed to do fine. Last night we went out and I sat on a couch that was much too low to the ground (which of course I didn’t realize until I got down there). So, I had to do a real “pregnant lady” dismount, which Micah found hilarious. He politely waited for me to start laughing before he started. My belly button is on the verge of popping out. If you have ever seen the inside of your belly button (if you have an innie), it is weird. It’s like, what if your nose or your ear turned inside out. It’s just not normal.

The scary part is that I’m only getting bigger…