Skip to main content

Sprout | Week 32

How am I feeling? Well, this week had a lot going on...  Saturday and Sunday, I was battling some majorly swollen feet.  I've found that drinking massive amounts of water and keeping my feet up while sitting help me keep the swelling down.  Easy enough, right?  Well who knew that it would take about 48 hours to get those suckers back to looking some-what normal.

Then Tuesday through Thursday I've been having some serious upper abdomenial pain.  At first I thought it was more heartburn but after a day of pepcid (as perscribed) and about 6 tabs of tums, I realized that the pain was much different than heartburn.  It was like a burning feeling in my ribs.  Like my ribs were about to explode or something wicked.  So, I've come to the conclusion that either he's trying to shove his whole body up there or he's pushing all my organs up there and it's just not comfy.  I know that sitting 75% of the day isn't very fun for him.  I do my best to get up over and over again throughout the day, but I can't just stand up all day.  We do have a walk station but it's not as helpful as it sounds and we're working on getting standing stations at certain desks, which would be awesome!  Either way, my ribs are spreading and it's not all that great of a feeling.

Weather: On Sunday it was beautiful and almost 80 degrees.  We worked outside, S mowed the lawn and worked on our spot around our electrical units that we're hoping to camoflauge with plants this spring.  Toby was outside all day just running and rolling around in the grass.  It was awesome.  Then we got this nasty cold front that brought some serious frost and things to the city.  On Sunday, I had pulled some of our winter garb out from the closet and took it upstairs to get it out of our hair.  I said out-loud, "It better stay warm because I'm NOT pulling these things back out!"  I was serious too.  I don't want to wear a pair of gloves or a scarf until at least November.  Then it got cold and it's been fluctuating all week.

This week's events: I hope to finish up painting a clock for the nursery, I hope to contact Ikea about a return, I hope to find some major deals at the Vera Bradley Outlet Sale and I hope to narrow down our daycare search to 1 if not 2 options.  (more on that in a minute)

Next week I will have my second to last 2 week appointment and then I switch to 1 week appointments.  That, my friend, is crazy!  I mean, I know that I'm almost there, but I'm really almost there!  So crazy!

The Bumps says: Baby's now the size of a squash!  Ready or not, baby's getting ready to emerge. He's probably in the head-down position by now, with his bottom facing up. This is the comfiest way for his body to fit in your increasingly cramped womb and will make him eventual exit (only a few months away now!) much easier. (If he's still head-up, don't panic -- there's still time for a flip before birth.)

The Baby Center says: By now, your baby weighs 3.75 pounds (pick up a large jicama) and is about 16.7 inches long, taking up a lot of space in your uterus. You're gaining about a pound a week and roughly half of that goes right to your baby. In fact, he'll gain a third to half of his birth weight during the next 7 weeks as he fattens up for survival outside the womb. He now has toenails, fingernails, and real hair (or at least respectable peach fuzz). His skin is becoming soft and smooth as he plumps up in preparation for birth.

Note: Every baby develops a little differently — even in the womb. Our information is designed to give you a general idea of your baby's development.

(Is it just me or does it annoy anyone else that has had a boy, how most books and informational resources always refer to a baby as a she.  Why can't it be a he?  Share the love!? I changed the above information to reflect masculine tone.)

Two more notes... I'm having trouble wearing my wedding rings, every day.  I've stopped wearing my other ring and I've also felt a little "backed up" this week.  It's just two joys that go along with pregnancy... Oh joy!


Popular posts from this blog

that nightmare

Time is passing and permanent/next step decisions AREN'T being made about where our marriage is going.

Not because of anything other than HOPE....

Hope that these changes are real.  I can't deal with an act anymore.  I'm done with those fake attempts.  It just won't work for me.  I can't.

Hope that he really wants to change.  Because he's the only one that can make that decision for himself and not anyone else.

Hope that a new normal is really a possible option.  And not just a glimmer of something that will eventually be shattered and destroyed.

Hope that we could work through all of this and actually land on our feet.  But he has to want to do those things and my guidance won't help him.  He's got to want to do them on his own.  I can't help or ask or guide.  He has to do it.  Alone and with the help of God.

Hope that the narcissistic behaviors are being dealt with in positive ways and won't resurface.  With the help of prayer, guidance from h…

my little model...

There is a blog that I follow of a photographer that I saw at the Delaware County Fair. Her studio is near my home town and her pictures are very vibrant. I enjoy looking at different aspects of photography and I like seeing how didn’t people capture pictures and scenes… I guess you could say I’m envious.

While following her blog, I saw a post that stated Calling All Furry Friends and immediately responded. I have always wanted to have Toby get professional pictures done but I just fear that I wouldn’t pick the right person to capture his personality.

Anyway, as you can read in the link above, there were a handful of photographers at Megan Morgan’s studio and they were all going to be there just to take furry friends pictures.

Of the people that were there two have uploaded their pictures and Toby is in them!

First, Megan Morgan’s blog: Weekend Workshop

Then, Holly McCaig’s blog: Dogs Everywhere

They all captured some great pictures and I can’t wait to get my hands on them so that I …

Starting here..

I know that I haven't really updated this in a long while. I apologize. In the moments it was hard enough to survive, let alone write about it or find time to write about it.

With that said, I've told people over and over again that I'm going to write again, just not sure where to start.
So, today, I'm starting here.
My mom is terminal.  
Words that I cannot believe have to leave my mouth or my fingers.
She's been battling Ovarian Cancer for well over 10 years and this last year or 8 months+ have been just the worst.  Her body is being consumed by cancer and with every day that passes we are just another closer to losing her.
She's fought this whole time and continues to beat the odds that the doctors have placed before her. She's set goals and surpassed them and when the doctors say something, it's like she mentally tells herself that it's just NOT going to happen and she flies by those measurable items.
She's been a rock star and I have known …