33 Weeks: The Honest Truth

It’s been one of those days.
I just loaded up my two-year-old son in the car for no particular reason other than in the hope that he’d fall asleep.  We’ve been prisoners in our family room all morning while a contractor puts in new flooring in the rest of the house.  It’s too hot for this preggo mama to go outside, and I have no errands that need running.  There are a billion things I need to do and want to do, but they all involve the rest of my house.  My mind has been going since 5:30 this morning when I found myself wide awake in the pitch black darkness.  And it hasn’t stopped.
Looking at the calendar fills me with stress as I think about the things I need to get ironed out for MOPs, and the things we need to do to get our house back in order before Baby Girl Baker makes her appearance in seven short weeks, give or take.  
But then, but then…
I drive down one of my favorite streets, just because I want to.  I suddenly realize what a gorgeous day it is, despite the heat.  I stop when I see this:

I take a deep breathe and let the simple beauty of it all seep into my soul.  The old barn, the lazy clouds, the wildflowers, and the tall green grass…all gifts for me from the Lover of my soul.  I breathe in.  I breathe out.  I feel God’s love and His peace washing over me.  I am reminded that I am in the center of His will, and my perspective is changed.
I remember the seven weeks I still have left, the 20 freezer meals I’ve already assembled, the deep cleaned family room (thanks to this morning’s imprisonment), and the friends and family that I can depend on.  Most of all, I remember that God doesn’t give us more than we can bear.  
I decide to skip the chemical-laden drink that I thought was calling my name and I drive home instead, toddler thankfully now snoozing in the backseat.  I plan on taking this opportunity to take a rare nap of my own.  The honest truth is…33 weeks is hard, but I am blessed.

33 Weeks, 3 Days

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27 Week Pregnancy Update

Baby Girl Baker has been doing well.  She continues to kick (and punch and flip) up a storm.  Miles has caught on to this, and one of his favorite things now is to push on my belly and tell his “seester” to move.  He really is in love with her.  He’s constantly wanting to “snuggle” with the baby, “feed” the baby a cracker”, and talk to her.  The other day he told me she said she was hungry for a cracker.  All bets are off when the baby actually arrives and he realizes just what a baby really entails, but for now he’s into it.

I, on the other hand, have been having an interesting ride.  This pregnancy is so very different from my first.  I don’t know if it’s because I’m having a girl instead of a boy, or just that every pregnancy is unique, but it baffles me sometimes.  I’ve had quite a lot of Braxton Hicks since very early in this pregnancy.  Never one to slow down, I’ve had to be more cautious and aware, as they seem to come on when I’ve overdone it.

The weekend before last we were very close to going up to the hospital.  I was having a lot of Braxton Hicks (sometimes more than 6 in an hour), plus some very strange cramping.  Thankfully, after gallons of water, tons of epsom salt baths, tylenol, and pretty much laying down all weekend, they subsided.
Last Tuesday I had a normal checkup scheduled anyways, and they decided to make sure I wasn’t showing any signs of labor.  Much to my relief, I wasn’t.  The doctor just chalked it up to every pregnancy being different and said this one might just be harder. 

So, since then I’ve just been extra careful about not overdoing it.  I’ve also upped my protein intake, and am carrying a quart-size mason jar around with me to make sure I’m getting at least a gallon a day of water.  So far, it seems to be helping. 

I’ll leave you with a picture I took last Thursday at 26 weeks.  I am SO big compared to last time.  It’s pretty much all belly…just a really big belly.

Here’s a comparison from 27 (almost 28 weeks) with Miles and 26 weeks with Baby Girl Baker:

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It’s a…

About a week late, but wanted to share with you that we had our anatomy scan and it’s a…

Or, if you don’t want to watch the whole video, just look at the candy color:

Yep, that’s right…its’ a sweet baby girl!!!  We’re excited, but still a little in shock.  We’re in such “boy mode” right now.
Here’s our sweet baby girl:
And her apparently enormous feet.  Not sure why, but I think she might be tall (if you know us in person, you’ll know why 😉 ):

Um…Waiting?

Yep, still waiting.

Monday at the doctor’s I was finally dilated to about 1 cm.  So, I guess all these weeks of prodromal labor haven’t been for naught!  For a while, I felt like I would be pregnant forever.  You know, I would just keep having contractions and baby would never come.  Honestly, I don’t think my doctor even believed that I was having contractions as frequently as I said I was.  Monday, though, when then nurse practitioner went to check Baby B’s heartbeat, she asked me if I was having a contraction because my belly was pretty tight.  After a bit it loosened up, and she was pretty sure I had had one.  Only thing is, I didn’t feel a thing.

Apparently this surprised her enough to put me on the fetal monitor for a bit, and, sure enough, I was having frequent, albeit varying and sporadic, contractions!  Baby didn’t seem to be showing any signs of distress, though, even when I had a really long hard contraction.  He was bouncing all over while I lounged in a big, comfy recliner, drinking a Mountain Dew they gave me to wake Baby B up.  How many times in your life do you get to do that at a doctor’s office?

The other good news is that he’s all down in position!  His head is wedged down as far as it can go, which is pretty remarkable since he’s still kicking me in the ribs.  Yeah, in case you had any doubts about this baby being tall!  The nurse practitioner thought it could be any day now.  My doctor doesn’t get back until Monday, but at this point I really don’t care that much.  I am ready!  

So, anyway, here I am…waiting for baby to come.  All my out-of-the-house work has pretty much ended since I had to train someone to fill my place, so I’m finding some pretty boring days on my hands.  If it wasn’t so stinking hot outside, or if we lived anywhere remotely close to a mall, I’d probably be walking all the time.  Here I am, though, stuck in the middle of cow country during one of the hottest summers on record.  Thank the Lord for air conditioning.  In my house at least.

I have learned something very important about myself: I don’t just “chill” very well.  I thought I would enjoy these last few days, having the free time to relax, watch the Olympics, or read a good book.  Really, though, sitting on the couch just makes me feel like I’m sick.  I don’t like being sick.  Therefore, lounging on the couch is not working for me.  Also, you can only clean your house so many times.  Last week I even vacuumed the walls in our bedroom.  I think it was more out of sheer boredom than compulsive nesting.

So, anyway, hopefully the next time you hear from me it will be with a birth announcement.  That, or another whiny post about waiting.  Oh, but scratch that…in all my bored free time I’ve been contemplating some pretty deep things about life and God.  So, be looking for a post tomorrow that is totally, mind-bogglingly philosophical.  If you don’t find it thus, please disregard it as the random ramblings of a emotional pregnant woman, two days away from her due date.

~Caitlin~

The Making of a Daddy

One of my friends told me she thought the baby was coming last Thursday.  All day, Andy asked me how I was “feeling”, and whether the baby was coming.  Well, no such luck (and still none!). 

Surprisingly, he doesn’t really seem nervous.  Last week on the way to my 37-week check-up, he said he wished the baby would just come that day.  He’s just so ready for our little man to be here!

With all the “advice” he’s been getting, I’m surprised he’s anything but dreading the baby getting here.  It seems like every father (and many mothers) have been telling him the same things.  Your life as you know it is over.  You’ll never get any sleep again.  Ready to be put on the back burner?  Your baby won’t seem like a blessing that first year.  You’ll never be able to do anything fun or spontaneous ever again.  Say good-bye to date nights and days golfing with your buddies.  Frankly, to both Andy and I, the negative “advice” is getting old.  I mean, we know all about the hard things about having a baby…can someone please start telling us the good?!

Somehow, though, it all seems vaguely familiar.  Remembering back, it was these same men who told Andy what a burden marriage would be, how he’d never get to do anything fun again, and how a wife would just nag him all the time.  Those comments got old too…and fast.  Ironically, none of those things they predicted came true.  Today, Andy would tell you that we enjoy a wonderful, fulfilling, and fun marriage.  Sure, marriage is a lot of responsibility and hard work…but it’s a much bigger blessing.

Even still, it’s amazing to see how excited he is for Baby B to be here.  It seems like every spare minute he spends fixing or making something, all for the sake of his sweet little boy.  He wants everything ready. 

What he doesn’t see, though, is how his heart is getting ready…and that’s the biggest blessing to me.  It seems like each day that passes, he falls more-and-more in love with the little man we have yet to meet.  I see his heart softening and his perseverance strengthening.  I am so thankful for a man who has no fear of smelly diapers or sleepless nights.  He doesn’t worry about never getting to do anything fun again, or being placed on the “back burner”.  Instead, he is incredibly thankful for this blessing due to arrive any day now. 

Yes, he knows that life will change.  He knows that parenthood will be full of work and frustration.  Yet, he also knows that it will be full of unspeakable blessings that far outweigh the bad.  Just like marriage, parenthood is all in how you see it.  There will always be hard times and trials, but will you choose to dwell on them and make mountains out of mole hills?  Or, will you choose to focus on the good? 

It’s a blessing to watch this transformation of my man into a daddy.  Becoming a daddy isn’t scary to him…because he chooses to embrace the good.

The Waiting Game

Somehow I got it in my head that this baby was coming early.  I’ve had several friends guess that he’d come early, and I just had that feeling.  I know, I know…I’m just suffering from what every new mom suffers from: wishful thinking

To be fair, I’ve been having more-and-more contractions the last week or so.  I can tell my body is readying itself for this baby to come.   

Thursday night Andy and I went for a walk at the park, and I started having pretty intense contractions that were coming pretty close together.  We went home to relax on the couch, and see if they slowed down at all.  They didn’t, and we started timing.  They were coming exactly 5 minutes and 40 seconds apart.  Regularly.  We started to freak out a bit.  Just before we got to an hour of timing them, they just…stopped.  It was like they just dropped off the edge of the canyon. 

Honestly, I was a little relieved.  As much as I wanted the baby to come, I didn’t feel quite ready.  Once faced with the prospect of labor and motherhood, I kind of panicked. 

Still, I expected the baby to come in the next few days.  Or at least the next week.  We’ve been walking down at the park almost every single night, trying to get the ball rolling.  I firmly believe that Baby B will come when he was ready.  But it couldn’t hurt to give him a push, could it?   

Yesterday morning I was bound and determined to get baby to come.  I had a doctor’s appointment in the afternoon, and I desperately wanted her to say the blessed “h” word (hospital).  First thing in the morning I went to the park and walked and walked and walked.  And…nothing.  Then I went home and bounced on my exercise ball.  Still nothing. 

I had a few contractions on the way to the doctor’s, but, sadly, no luck.  Not a bit dilated.  My doctor will be gone next week, and she was pretty confident that she’d see me in two weeks time.  Yep, I’ll be 40 weeks and 3 days by then.

I’ve pretty much resolved myself to baby being late.  It really won’t be the end of the world.  I know most babies come late, especially firstborns.  Also, baby coming late means my doctor will be there.  And, like I’ve said before, Baby B will come when he’s good and ready.   

So, anyway, as disappointed as I was, I’ve decided to make the best of it. I’ve working on a little “bucket list” of sorts, of things I want to do in the next few weeks before Baby B makes his appearance.  Top of the list?  Sleep. 🙂