Yesterday I had the pleasure of accompanying my love on the last day of duck season. While we didn’t kill any ducks, we did actually see a lot, and even got to shoot at some twice. It was fun and I know that Ryan loved having me there with him (his words, not mine!), but like with every new adventure I ended up learning something.
On my first duck hunting adventure I learned the true meaning of waders. This, for all of you who aren’t 100% sure, means you will literally wade through water to get to your destination. For a girl that stands only 5’3” if will be up to your chest and you will swear you aren’t going to make it. Add layers of clothing to prevent hypothermia, a few “light” (read: heavier that what you would expect) things to carry, and absolute fear of the unknown it can be pretty intense. But, once you are out there you are good to go.
I also learned the feeling that no hunter wants to experience in freezing weather- getting water in the sneaky (heavy) waders. It was horrendous. Going completely under water like I was diving for coins at the bottom of a pool was not exactly my idea of fun. I think I was in shock, but I didn’t once get mad at my husband…I simply got up, poured out my gloves, and declared how nasty the water was. I’m a trooper. Here? Here I learned that 3 people on a four wheeler crossing a creek is not the brightest idea.
On yesterday’s hunting trip I added to my list:
I’ve hunted in timber and off a pond with no blinds or anything. Yesterday, we used blinds. Blinds that require you to lie down in while covered up in hay. Hmm…okay. I can do this, I was thinking on the way to our destination. When we pulled up and started putting on waders, getting his gun, the decoys, 2 blinds, and his man purse (I cleverly dubbed) we were headed off for a 15 minute walk. I luckily fit into my waders. (Carrying around an extra 17 pounds in my stomach left me a little nervous, but since it was warm and there was no need for layering I was in the clear.) We started trekking along and it just so happens that when someone is calling in ducks it’s necessary to “look down” if you aren’t properly concealed in your blind. Really? At that very moment I realized why the guys on Duck Commander always have their faces painted. Brilliant.
I realized that a 30 weeks pregnant hunting partner is not that helpful when carrying all the stuff required for a hunt. I was in charge of the gun and the man purse. Poor Ryan carried 16 decoys and 2 blinds. It was a little challenging I could tell…and I felt ALMOST guilty. (He knew what he was getting into.) Setting up “camp” I wasn’t much help either. In fact, I lay on my side, head propped up with a hand (yes I was trying to looking sexy. Ha!) and just watched an armadillo wander from bush to bush while Ryan did everything. He finally got my blind set up and told me to “get it.” Well, okay…I can do this, I thought. There luckily was an incline for me to be propped up against. (Blind makers had pregnant ladies in mind when designing these puppies.) I slid in feet first and got situated. Now, there is a “hood” or “lid” or “helmet” or “top” or “thing” that raises up and down so that you can conceal yourself quickly and pop it open with it’s time. I noticed it when he got it laid out, but never thought anything of it because I was confident that my camo attire, hat, and hay bed were enough to conceal me. Wrong. As soon as it was “time” Ryan said, “cover up.” My response? “With what?” In that instant the thought of pulling out some of the hay from my blind and placing it MORE on top of me crossed my mind…but without hesitation, the hubs said with your lid. Oh. Right. That makes a lot more sense. So I did and instantly confused the smell of hay with cat pee. I tried and tried to think of when a cat had pissed on this blind and couldn’t figure it out. Then, about an hour later I realized it was just the smell of hay. I’ll admit being preggo I was concerned and then felt at ease about lowering my hood at those needed times. I got told about 20 times to put my (whatever choice of wording Ryan decided to use) down. Finally, I got to the point where I kept it down and ended up simply taking a nap. A nap that got cut short every time I heard a gun go off. It was so cute though because I know the baby in the oven can recognize loud noises and he’d be all mellow, but as soon as Ryan began shooting that little baby started kicking like a maniac. Aww, we were all bonding. That, or he was irritated.
And, truth be told, I am a good duck-pointer-outer and got lots of “good jobs.” See, I am an asset…
It was getting close to 5:30 and we had been out there for nearly 3 hours…momma was getting hungry, I had already popped a squat very awkwardly –twice, and found it was time to be heading back home. So, with the okay from daddy-o, he said I could retreat out of the cocoon. So I did…mistakenly though because as soon as I was out of that sucker (which BTW took a little work because in case you didn’t know, it’s hard to get up off the ground being pregnant) Ryan told me “get back in!” This is a joke right? I just said bunney I can’t and did something stupid…I laid back on the ground, behind my blind, head-down of course, and instantly regretted my decision because I was laying on my belly. What? Are you high? Yes, at that moment I was slightly delirious from lack of food I believe. Also, being told “don’t move” was a bit much. I went against Ryan’s advice and moved. Gasp. I was probably the reason why the ducks turned to go the other way. Oops…it was either that or smash our baby which I wasn’t really down with. After the baby smashing incident it was finally time to really go home and trek back in the dark. All in all it was a great day spent with Bunney…we had fun. I learned something and best of all? I get many, many days of sleeping in on weekends with my love. Um, at least 10 more weekends or so until our little man gets here and sleep becomes a thing of the past…
Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
30 weeks
How far along? 30 weeks, 1 day
Total weight gain: 17 pounds
Maternity clothes? I own seven pieces of maternity clothes...this week I wore one top, a dress, and my pants when we went hunting. This is progress.
Total weight gain: 17 pounds
Maternity clothes? I own seven pieces of maternity clothes...this week I wore one top, a dress, and my pants when we went hunting. This is progress.
Sleep:I need lots more sleep as the days go by.
Best moment this week: Actually feeling "pretty" this week.
Movement: Rolling around under the ribcage is pretty painful.
Gender: Boy! Wyatt Hudson
Labor Signs: Nothing this week!
Gender: Boy! Wyatt Hudson
Labor Signs: Nothing this week!
Belly Button in or out? In still.
Cravings: No "cravings" but pancakes always seem appealing to me.
What I miss: Hard core workouts, sleeping on the tummy, bending over completely.
Weekly Wisdom: Don't have a pity-party for yourself when you don't get to go out with friends because going out at 9 is considered "late" for you...Girls' nights will always be there...a baby growing in your belly requiring plenty of rest will not.
Milestones: Hitting 30 weeks! I'm almost to the single digits in the countdown!
Thursday, January 27, 2011
American Idol
I’m a music junkie…
I love American Idol…
I’m pretty sure two years ago when my beloved Paula left I vowed to never watch it again. I love Paula Abdul. Why? I wanted her wardrobe and I’m pretty sure I would have fit perfectly into her outfits without alterations. “Straight Up” Paula, I am “Forever Your Girl.” (Get it?) Well, I ended up watching it last year because of Ellen. I think she’s hilarious and I can easily put the fact that she likes women over men to the side. Also, she starts her shows out dancing…yes, that’s probably why we would be bff. Last year, when I heard that Ellen (and Simon, whhhaaaat?) were dunzo I (secretly) vowed not to watch the show ever again. But, last week the season rolled back around and I couldn’t bring myself to deleting it from our DVR so I sat down and watched it and was instantly in love again…
Randy I have always liked and as for the new judges? Well…
J. Lo, Jennifer, Selena, whoever you are, I really, really like you actually. And your pretty hair. I’ve always liked your music, but I was a little afraid that you may not be “genuine” and a little too “fake” for me but in fact you are not. I like you…don’t disappoint.
Steven Tyler…you annoy me with your shrieks, but you are in fact a legend. I love your sarcasm and your ability to just say it like it is. We would probably be friends in real life if I weren’t a little weirded out by you…
I’ve liked the past 3 shows that I’ve seen (and since our Vampire Diaries in on and we won't be watching tonight's AI until after I'm on to only 3)…I love the 15 year old singing Otis Redding. Sigh. You may be one of my faves and all girls that have raspy voices are also up there. Accountant with a great sense of humor, don’t ever lose it. But…I am thoroughly impressed with one fella named Chris Medina.
His story was heart-wrenching. Dating his now- fiancée for 6 years, proposing, being engaged for 2 years as they had planned, and then 2 months prior to their wedding day she gets in an accident leaving her with a traumatic brain injury and in a coma for nearly 2 months? I cried and cried over it. Not just over the fact that bad things seem to happen to good people, but because Chris was one things that a lot of guys especially now days are not. Chris is a MAN. A man deeply in love with one person, regardless of any situation. A real man says, “Through thick and thin till death do us part, in sickness and health, for better or worse. What kind of guy would I be if I walked out when she needed me the most?” His fiancée is a very lucky woman and I am almost positive that she knows this. He takes care of her now with the help of her mother. He is a hero in my book. I admire his devotion to her. I admire that he didn’t walk away when the accident slightly altered the way his beloved bride to be looked only on the outside. I admire the fact that he stuck by her side. I truly admire whoever raised him and brought him up with morals and a heart big enough to endure that type of pain seeing the one person you love struggle with so much. I wish that every guy could be as devoted to one person through good times and bad times as Chris is.
I’ll be honest when I say that I immediately questions whether Ryan would stick by my side if something traumatic happened to me. The answer? Without a doubt. I would never, not for one single moment question Ryan being by my side when I needed him most. He has such a big heart. He was raised right with love and appreciation for life. I’ve been told stories about Ryan’s grandma, who I never got the pleasure to meet, and when she was sick. His Papaw was by her side constantly. It was his job. Never a burden, but just what you do when you truly love someone. I admire people, at any age, who stick by their loved ones. I know there will be a day when it’s Ryan and I are in unfavorable situations and I vow to be there by his side no matter what. I know I will get the same in return. We, together, also vow to raise our children with this attitude in hopes that they may someday, if the situation occurs, be the type of man or woman that we see in Chris Medina.
So, I am rooting for you Mr. Chris…not only in American Idol, but in life as well along side your lovely bride.
I love American Idol…
I’m pretty sure two years ago when my beloved Paula left I vowed to never watch it again. I love Paula Abdul. Why? I wanted her wardrobe and I’m pretty sure I would have fit perfectly into her outfits without alterations. “Straight Up” Paula, I am “Forever Your Girl.” (Get it?) Well, I ended up watching it last year because of Ellen. I think she’s hilarious and I can easily put the fact that she likes women over men to the side. Also, she starts her shows out dancing…yes, that’s probably why we would be bff. Last year, when I heard that Ellen (and Simon, whhhaaaat?) were dunzo I (secretly) vowed not to watch the show ever again. But, last week the season rolled back around and I couldn’t bring myself to deleting it from our DVR so I sat down and watched it and was instantly in love again…
Randy I have always liked and as for the new judges? Well…
J. Lo, Jennifer, Selena, whoever you are, I really, really like you actually. And your pretty hair. I’ve always liked your music, but I was a little afraid that you may not be “genuine” and a little too “fake” for me but in fact you are not. I like you…don’t disappoint.
Steven Tyler…you annoy me with your shrieks, but you are in fact a legend. I love your sarcasm and your ability to just say it like it is. We would probably be friends in real life if I weren’t a little weirded out by you…
I’ve liked the past 3 shows that I’ve seen (and since our Vampire Diaries in on and we won't be watching tonight's AI until after I'm on to only 3)…I love the 15 year old singing Otis Redding. Sigh. You may be one of my faves and all girls that have raspy voices are also up there. Accountant with a great sense of humor, don’t ever lose it. But…I am thoroughly impressed with one fella named Chris Medina.
His story was heart-wrenching. Dating his now- fiancée for 6 years, proposing, being engaged for 2 years as they had planned, and then 2 months prior to their wedding day she gets in an accident leaving her with a traumatic brain injury and in a coma for nearly 2 months? I cried and cried over it. Not just over the fact that bad things seem to happen to good people, but because Chris was one things that a lot of guys especially now days are not. Chris is a MAN. A man deeply in love with one person, regardless of any situation. A real man says, “Through thick and thin till death do us part, in sickness and health, for better or worse. What kind of guy would I be if I walked out when she needed me the most?” His fiancée is a very lucky woman and I am almost positive that she knows this. He takes care of her now with the help of her mother. He is a hero in my book. I admire his devotion to her. I admire that he didn’t walk away when the accident slightly altered the way his beloved bride to be looked only on the outside. I admire the fact that he stuck by her side. I truly admire whoever raised him and brought him up with morals and a heart big enough to endure that type of pain seeing the one person you love struggle with so much. I wish that every guy could be as devoted to one person through good times and bad times as Chris is.
I’ll be honest when I say that I immediately questions whether Ryan would stick by my side if something traumatic happened to me. The answer? Without a doubt. I would never, not for one single moment question Ryan being by my side when I needed him most. He has such a big heart. He was raised right with love and appreciation for life. I’ve been told stories about Ryan’s grandma, who I never got the pleasure to meet, and when she was sick. His Papaw was by her side constantly. It was his job. Never a burden, but just what you do when you truly love someone. I admire people, at any age, who stick by their loved ones. I know there will be a day when it’s Ryan and I are in unfavorable situations and I vow to be there by his side no matter what. I know I will get the same in return. We, together, also vow to raise our children with this attitude in hopes that they may someday, if the situation occurs, be the type of man or woman that we see in Chris Medina.
So, I am rooting for you Mr. Chris…not only in American Idol, but in life as well along side your lovely bride.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Marley Phoenix
Marley Phoenix Davis. That’s his name. The name of who you ask? Our first love- "baby" wise.
We love this dog more than we should and we will be the first ones to admit how truly pathetic we are when it comes to him. With Wyatt on the way, I’m a little nervous/scared. Nervous because I’m not entirely sure how Marley will react towards him…whether it will be with love, anger, jealousy, adoration, or despise. There is truly no telling. Scared because I don’t want Marley to be the outcast and end up being “the dog” in our eyes.
So, this post is dedicated to our little fur-baby, who by the way is as handsome as they come since he finally got a long overdue haircut…
Dearest Marley,
You have been a part of Mommy’s life since October of 2008…you were introduced to what would soon become your daddy approximately two months later when I was finally brave enough to introduce you to him. {{Side story: Okay, okay…truth be told, I wasn’t entirely ready for Ryan to meet Marley, but I was staying with Ryan frequently by this time and Marley had gotten his manhood taken away and I was left with no choice but to tote the baby around wherever I went. He was still sore, a little out of it, and looking for someone other than mommy to give him some TLC since I was the horrible lady that put him through surgery. Along with Marley I brought his bed, babies, and food and we settled in for a night of rest with Mr. Davis. I was sooo paranoid that he would potty in Ryan’s house since we weren’t 100% potty trained at this point but I should have known that with medication he would have to be picked up, carried outside, and helped around. (Spoiled, I know.) Marley took full advantage of Ryan…he knew where to get sympathy for his surgery and it wasn’t from Mommy. When I got him in the house, laid up in his bed, Ryan went over and said “hello.” Marley, being a little dramatic (he learned quick), rolled over, sprawled his legs open for Ryan and the look in his eyes screamed – DO YOU SEE WHAT SHE HAS DONE TO ME?! At that instant, I am convinced that Marley became Ryan’s baby and it has forever remained that way.}} You are our baby…we cater to what seems like your every need. I think you have prepared us for a baby in little ways such as making sure you are fed, have water, have pottied, and are happy. Because of you, I recommend everyone get a puppy and start with that responsibility. You were hard work at first…granted mommy was doing it alone, while in college, while living alone, while enjoying my partying days, and for the first time conquering potty-training. But, you were a champ and really caught on quick. You have made not only my life, but your daddy’s as well 100 times better. I even joke to your dad that if it weren’t for you, he probably wouldn’t have stuck around like he did. We know we are foolish dog lovers and the blame is placed all on you. You are our baby…our first baby…and will always be a part of our lives. When Wyatt comes, I pray that you are a good big brother and a loving one. I have visions of you and a 2 year old Wyatt rolling around together, having the best time. I know he will adore you as much as we do. So here is to you Marley Bug…you are a spoiled rotten little baby but we wouldn’t have it any other way. We PROMISE to love you, never neglect you, and always have a supply of Greenies in the cabinet for you.
Love,
Mommy and Daddy
::And yup, I love my blog since I can dedicate a post to my fur-baby without any judgement.::
We love this dog more than we should and we will be the first ones to admit how truly pathetic we are when it comes to him. With Wyatt on the way, I’m a little nervous/scared. Nervous because I’m not entirely sure how Marley will react towards him…whether it will be with love, anger, jealousy, adoration, or despise. There is truly no telling. Scared because I don’t want Marley to be the outcast and end up being “the dog” in our eyes.
So, this post is dedicated to our little fur-baby, who by the way is as handsome as they come since he finally got a long overdue haircut…
Dearest Marley,
You have been a part of Mommy’s life since October of 2008…you were introduced to what would soon become your daddy approximately two months later when I was finally brave enough to introduce you to him. {{Side story: Okay, okay…truth be told, I wasn’t entirely ready for Ryan to meet Marley, but I was staying with Ryan frequently by this time and Marley had gotten his manhood taken away and I was left with no choice but to tote the baby around wherever I went. He was still sore, a little out of it, and looking for someone other than mommy to give him some TLC since I was the horrible lady that put him through surgery. Along with Marley I brought his bed, babies, and food and we settled in for a night of rest with Mr. Davis. I was sooo paranoid that he would potty in Ryan’s house since we weren’t 100% potty trained at this point but I should have known that with medication he would have to be picked up, carried outside, and helped around. (Spoiled, I know.) Marley took full advantage of Ryan…he knew where to get sympathy for his surgery and it wasn’t from Mommy. When I got him in the house, laid up in his bed, Ryan went over and said “hello.” Marley, being a little dramatic (he learned quick), rolled over, sprawled his legs open for Ryan and the look in his eyes screamed – DO YOU SEE WHAT SHE HAS DONE TO ME?! At that instant, I am convinced that Marley became Ryan’s baby and it has forever remained that way.}} You are our baby…we cater to what seems like your every need. I think you have prepared us for a baby in little ways such as making sure you are fed, have water, have pottied, and are happy. Because of you, I recommend everyone get a puppy and start with that responsibility. You were hard work at first…granted mommy was doing it alone, while in college, while living alone, while enjoying my partying days, and for the first time conquering potty-training. But, you were a champ and really caught on quick. You have made not only my life, but your daddy’s as well 100 times better. I even joke to your dad that if it weren’t for you, he probably wouldn’t have stuck around like he did. We know we are foolish dog lovers and the blame is placed all on you. You are our baby…our first baby…and will always be a part of our lives. When Wyatt comes, I pray that you are a good big brother and a loving one. I have visions of you and a 2 year old Wyatt rolling around together, having the best time. I know he will adore you as much as we do. So here is to you Marley Bug…you are a spoiled rotten little baby but we wouldn’t have it any other way. We PROMISE to love you, never neglect you, and always have a supply of Greenies in the cabinet for you.
Love,
Mommy and Daddy
::And yup, I love my blog since I can dedicate a post to my fur-baby without any judgement.::
Sunday, January 23, 2011
29 weeks
How far along? 29 weeks, 1 day
Total weight gain: 17 pounds...I'm gaining weight like it's going out of style. Yes, I realize this.
Maternity clothes? Oh the dreaded "mom jeans" as I have dubbed them. Well, my ever growing belly decided to try them out on Saturday evening for a test drive. The verdict? We enjoyed them. Why? Believe it or not there is room in them. They are more baggy than I would really like, but they fit me well enough. I guess they will be my "let me be a little slouchy while we are visiting parents and in-laws" until I begin to fill them out a little better. And, this week I might even try wearing my maternity dress. Woo...
Sleep: It's becoming a hit or miss. Some nights are better than others, but luckily there are more good nights than bad nights. Everyone should have a Snoogle though.
Best moment this week: Getting to see our little boy in our 4D ultrasound--- he is quite the handsome little boy!
Movement: It hurts. Really I didn't realize just how much it could hurt but my son is strong.
Gender: Boy! Wyatt Hudson
Labor Signs: All of my "literature" tells me of this thing called Braxton Hicks (Yes, I was already aware of it, but I have a flair for the dramatic...) Fear is quite possibly setting in and I swear something of the sort was happening Saturday morning as we were getting ready to go eat breakfast. Ask the hubs about it and I can guarantee you he will mock me in the most pitiful voice and simply say, "my uuuutterussss..."
Belly Button in or out? This whole gaining weight like a maniac is making my belly button not near as cute as it use to be. Bummer.
Cravings: No cravings still.
What I miss: Sleeping on my tummy more and more, clothes fitting comfortably, a cute belly button. haha
Weekly Wisdom: Don't be afraid to try out the mom-jeans. You may be surprised.
Gender: Boy! Wyatt Hudson
Labor Signs: All of my "literature" tells me of this thing called Braxton Hicks (Yes, I was already aware of it, but I have a flair for the dramatic...) Fear is quite possibly setting in and I swear something of the sort was happening Saturday morning as we were getting ready to go eat breakfast. Ask the hubs about it and I can guarantee you he will mock me in the most pitiful voice and simply say, "my uuuutterussss..."
Belly Button in or out? This whole gaining weight like a maniac is making my belly button not near as cute as it use to be. Bummer.
Cravings: No cravings still.
What I miss: Sleeping on my tummy more and more, clothes fitting comfortably, a cute belly button. haha
Weekly Wisdom: Don't be afraid to try out the mom-jeans. You may be surprised.
Milestones: Just seeing our little man!
Weekend re-cap:
Nothing too exciting happened this weekend...Saturday we went to breakfast and then headed to pick up feed for my dad. Ryan was in charge of removing the ton of feed with a tractor from the back of the truck. I knew it would be comical to me and of course it was. I think he felt manly though in a tractor and all. Either way it was funny and I snapped a quick picture. I just love him and how silly he can be.
Today we went to visit family in Yell county. We finally got to meet baby Lawson who is sooo adorable and has the most beautiful hair ever! All babies should be jealous! Holding him made me want Wyatt here that much more. However, I know he needs to bake just a tad bit longer!
Thursday, January 20, 2011
4D ultrasound
It is true…like most other pregnant woman I wasn’t really looking forward to my glucose test. I heard stories of just how disgusting it is, how quickly they want you to drink it, and then awaiting the results that normally leave you fearful of a 3 hour test that could potentially be in your future. To top all of that off, I had heartburn from the moment I woke up.
We had a 9:30 appointment, arrived right at 9:15 and were instantly taken to the little room where I felt like the lady was like, Here. Drink. Get out of my area. Maybe she didn’t mean to be that way but that’s definitely how we felt. As she was pouring the drink I was amazed at just how much it was…I wouldn’t have thought I was to drink that much. (I think I was being optimistic when I had a picture of a Dixie cup floating through my head.) Nonetheless, I took the cup and began drinking and much to my surprise the taste was just like any orange drink you would normally drink. (I think…I don’t drink orange drinks, but if I had to guess they would taste just like that.) I finished within minutes and back out to wait for our ultrasound we went.
We should have known that our lovely little Wyatt was going to be a stubborn boy. I mean, Ryan and I are his parents. But seriously almost 20 minutes of poking and prodding the little fella he FINALLY decided to cooperate a little. He seems to have a passionate love for my...err, his placenta. He was curled up to that sucker like it was going out of style. Almost every picture we have of him the placenta is included. He was a content little booger, not daring to move away from it. We did get a few pictures of his sweet little face…daddy’s chubby cheeks, mommy’s nose, and an almost even mixture of daddy’s shape of lips and mommy’s fullness. I cannot wait to hold him! He is measuring right on track and weighs 2 lbs, 12 oz. It is so strange knowing what he looks like now...I'm just curious as to how much it will really be once I can actually compare. Regardless, Wyatt is one good looking baby! Agree?
And, the whole "no news is good news" is definitely on my Do Not Care For list... I want to know good news and bad news. The bad news? I waited allll afternoon for a call to tell me I failed my glucose test. The good news? I never received that call. Thank. Goodness.
We had a 9:30 appointment, arrived right at 9:15 and were instantly taken to the little room where I felt like the lady was like, Here. Drink. Get out of my area. Maybe she didn’t mean to be that way but that’s definitely how we felt. As she was pouring the drink I was amazed at just how much it was…I wouldn’t have thought I was to drink that much. (I think I was being optimistic when I had a picture of a Dixie cup floating through my head.) Nonetheless, I took the cup and began drinking and much to my surprise the taste was just like any orange drink you would normally drink. (I think…I don’t drink orange drinks, but if I had to guess they would taste just like that.) I finished within minutes and back out to wait for our ultrasound we went.
We should have known that our lovely little Wyatt was going to be a stubborn boy. I mean, Ryan and I are his parents. But seriously almost 20 minutes of poking and prodding the little fella he FINALLY decided to cooperate a little. He seems to have a passionate love for my...err, his placenta. He was curled up to that sucker like it was going out of style. Almost every picture we have of him the placenta is included. He was a content little booger, not daring to move away from it. We did get a few pictures of his sweet little face…daddy’s chubby cheeks, mommy’s nose, and an almost even mixture of daddy’s shape of lips and mommy’s fullness. I cannot wait to hold him! He is measuring right on track and weighs 2 lbs, 12 oz. It is so strange knowing what he looks like now...I'm just curious as to how much it will really be once I can actually compare. Regardless, Wyatt is one good looking baby! Agree?
And, the whole "no news is good news" is definitely on my Do Not Care For list... I want to know good news and bad news. The bad news? I waited allll afternoon for a call to tell me I failed my glucose test. The good news? I never received that call. Thank. Goodness.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
200 days pregnant
Today, one of my pregnancy apps tells me I am 200 days into my pregnancy.
Kind of hard to believe, right?
Today’s read was, “For Dad: Preparing for Fatherhood” and it talked about how much daddy’s life is going to change- for the better.
I firmly believe this. We’ve had many “talks” about how it is going to be…what we are excited about and what we fear.
We are overly excited to be bringing a new life into the world. Getting to share with each other a love for someone that we have never even met has consumed us entirely. We love this little boy inside of me and we can only imagine the love we will have for him once he is in our arms. We look forward to all the things we get to do with him. What we fear? Not being good parents. I think this is normal...I think every person who is about to completely responsible for someone else goes into a bit of a panic mode. There is no such thing as perfect parents. We are going to fail at some things and at others be more successful that we could ever imagine. I get so excited each and every day knowing that we are one day closer to meeting our son.
Our lives are going to change dramatically…not that we are a couple who spend our weekends going out “living it up” anymore and a child is going to put a sudden halt to it all…but rather we are a couple who enjoys being home on weekends, doing things around the house, enjoying each other’s company, having dinner with friends, doing things on our time. When Wyatt comes we know our time will be running on Wyatt’s time…his feedings, his naps, his mommy time, his daddy time, his bedtime…everything “his” time. We’re ready…we don’t dread it or look at it like “darn” there goes Ryan and Sarah and think of people that we USE to be. We will still have our time. We will still have “date nights” because we will be lucky enough to have all the grandparents living very close to us. We will still have dinner dates with friends (and we apologize in advance for us not being able to talk about anything other than Wyatt.) We will still have our twosome…Just Ryan and Sarah. I’ve read that having a baby puts strain on a marriage. Of course. When you think about it, how could it not? For us though, we are a perfect balance for one another. Where I’m weak Ryan is strong…where he falls short, it is always me who picks up when he can’t. We are a team…a team that is going to make it through raising our first born.
Annnnd---tomorrow is my glucose test. Pray that I pass! I’m not too worried since those delicious sweets that once consumed my life on a daily basis is practically nonexistent. I use to hope that once little boy was out of me that my sweet tooth would return, but now, I think I’d be okay with its absence. (Side note: to celebrate passing it though I will be requesting mom’s homemade Rice Krispie Treats for me and the hubs. I cannot help it that Ryan had never tasted such pure delight in a little square until he met me. Hint, hint mother.)
Alllssooo---pray that Wyatt is a healthy, growing boy and decides to set his mommy and daddy’s stubbornness aside and shows us his handsome face!
Kind of hard to believe, right?
Today’s read was, “For Dad: Preparing for Fatherhood” and it talked about how much daddy’s life is going to change- for the better.
I firmly believe this. We’ve had many “talks” about how it is going to be…what we are excited about and what we fear.
We are overly excited to be bringing a new life into the world. Getting to share with each other a love for someone that we have never even met has consumed us entirely. We love this little boy inside of me and we can only imagine the love we will have for him once he is in our arms. We look forward to all the things we get to do with him. What we fear? Not being good parents. I think this is normal...I think every person who is about to completely responsible for someone else goes into a bit of a panic mode. There is no such thing as perfect parents. We are going to fail at some things and at others be more successful that we could ever imagine. I get so excited each and every day knowing that we are one day closer to meeting our son.
Our lives are going to change dramatically…not that we are a couple who spend our weekends going out “living it up” anymore and a child is going to put a sudden halt to it all…but rather we are a couple who enjoys being home on weekends, doing things around the house, enjoying each other’s company, having dinner with friends, doing things on our time. When Wyatt comes we know our time will be running on Wyatt’s time…his feedings, his naps, his mommy time, his daddy time, his bedtime…everything “his” time. We’re ready…we don’t dread it or look at it like “darn” there goes Ryan and Sarah and think of people that we USE to be. We will still have our time. We will still have “date nights” because we will be lucky enough to have all the grandparents living very close to us. We will still have dinner dates with friends (and we apologize in advance for us not being able to talk about anything other than Wyatt.) We will still have our twosome…Just Ryan and Sarah. I’ve read that having a baby puts strain on a marriage. Of course. When you think about it, how could it not? For us though, we are a perfect balance for one another. Where I’m weak Ryan is strong…where he falls short, it is always me who picks up when he can’t. We are a team…a team that is going to make it through raising our first born.
Annnnd---tomorrow is my glucose test. Pray that I pass! I’m not too worried since those delicious sweets that once consumed my life on a daily basis is practically nonexistent. I use to hope that once little boy was out of me that my sweet tooth would return, but now, I think I’d be okay with its absence. (Side note: to celebrate passing it though I will be requesting mom’s homemade Rice Krispie Treats for me and the hubs. I cannot help it that Ryan had never tasted such pure delight in a little square until he met me. Hint, hint mother.)
Alllssooo---pray that Wyatt is a healthy, growing boy and decides to set his mommy and daddy’s stubbornness aside and shows us his handsome face!
Monday, January 17, 2011
28 weeks and a stomach bug
Check out what happens in just 7 days when you've got a bun in the oven baking to perfection.
At this rate, I am a little nervous to see me in 12 weeks having not change a single thing in my eating patterns or exercise routine!
At this rate, I am a little nervous to see me in 12 weeks having not change a single thing in my eating patterns or exercise routine!
How far along? 28 weeks, 2 days (My "picture" day is every Saturday since that's when I actually inch closer to 40!)
Total weight gain: 15 pounds (As of today you can subtract one. Stupid stomach bug.)
Maternity clothes? Haven't wore any, but I did buy 2 dresses that were both small and non-maternity looking. Maybe I could just shop in the mat section if I'm going to be wearing a small and my boobs actually fit in it! JK...I also bought 2 pairs of pants this past weekend as well. I tried them on first and was pleasantly surprised. I'm not too sure what it is, but the whole "maternity jeans" look always seemed so...mom-ish. Ridiculous I know, but the thought of that big band sewn into pants kind of weirded me out. However, they are glorious...with room (and a still disgusting panel) but I think they will work. I think I'll wait until the 7 month mark to start wearing them...or later. Ha!
Sleep: I'm beginning to require a little bit more sleep, but it's getting a bit more uncomfortable. My Snoogle is still one of the best gifts my husband has ever given me.
Best moment this week: Let's see we had a lot: Registering for our baby shower, getting our crib mattress in, ordering a canvas for his room, finally feeling like his nursery is almost complete.
Movement: He moves a ton and they are so strong.
Gender: Boy! Wyatt Hudson
Labor Signs: No and don't want them until April.
Belly Button in or out? In, but getting a bit more shallow. Gag.
Cravings: No cravings still.
What I miss: Eating a normal sized meal. There is just no room it seems. Boo.
Weekly Wisdom: Reading sad and depressing stories when you are pregnant about pregnant people is not the way to go. However, they make you truly appreciative of the little human growing inside of you. I know that God has a plan for me and my family and I pray daily that it's for little Wyatt to join our family and live a long, beautiful life. I am just beyond thankful that he has trusted us this far with his life.
Milestones: Registering for the baby shower
So a stomach bug entered our house, defeated not only my husband, but me and my unborn child as well. It was Miserable. Yes, with a capital M. That was in fact my first stomach bug ever and I really thought I was coming out ahead because it was going on almost 3 days of me not catching it from the hubs. Well, yesterday morning was another story. Ryan still felt a little blah, so we slept in, and missed church. There was a reason for this because right at 10:30, when we would have been 1/2 way through church, it hit me. Defeat. I was optimistic that it wasn't as serious as Ryan's since there was no fever and no throwing up. Wrong...as the day progressed it only got worse. The terrible part was feeling like a bad mommy. I knew I couldn't keep anything in me, but I wanted to "feed" my baby so terribly bad. Wyatt did make me feel better since he was moving all around letting me know he was doing okay. I had a love/hate with all his movement while being sick though...it was something comparative to motion sickness. While I adored knowing he was doing okay it still made for a long day. Today, we are feeling a hundred times better. I am once again very, very thankful for my husband who really stepped up and took care of me. Even after I threw up, which he luckily missed while making a run to the store for me, he proceeded to call a friend whose mom is a nurse practitioner to make sure I didn't need to go to the hospital! That and the fact that he was literally cramming drinks down me. He loves me and I am so thankful for him!
Friday, January 14, 2011
29 going on 8
My husband transformed, overnight, into an 8 year old boy. True story.
Don't get me wrong, I think he had a good enough reason to if you think acquiring a stomach bug in the middle of the night is legit or not. This little lady in fact does.
It amazed me nonetheless when I awoke this morning to a man that had the capacity to take care of himself the way an 8 year old would...if not worse.
I felt bad for him. I knew there was nothing that would really make him feel better, poor thing. However, this being the first time I have ever seen Ryan sick in the 2 years I've known him I knew it was time to aggravate him the way that he always does me. I was a good wifey though and catered to his every need---running to the store to get grape gatorade before work, hurrying home at lunch after Ryan called asking when I was coming home so I could step the 2 feet into the kitchen to make him soup because he couldn't do it. Oh no, he wanted me to make it, putting socks on those poor little toes, opening curtains, etc, etc, etc.
Just one of our conversations today...
Don't get me wrong, I think he had a good enough reason to if you think acquiring a stomach bug in the middle of the night is legit or not. This little lady in fact does.
It amazed me nonetheless when I awoke this morning to a man that had the capacity to take care of himself the way an 8 year old would...if not worse.
I felt bad for him. I knew there was nothing that would really make him feel better, poor thing. However, this being the first time I have ever seen Ryan sick in the 2 years I've known him I knew it was time to aggravate him the way that he always does me. I was a good wifey though and catered to his every need---running to the store to get grape gatorade before work, hurrying home at lunch after Ryan called asking when I was coming home so I could step the 2 feet into the kitchen to make him soup because he couldn't do it. Oh no, he wanted me to make it, putting socks on those poor little toes, opening curtains, etc, etc, etc.
Just one of our conversations today...
It's love.
Now we shall curl up on separate couches and watch The Social Network and Toy Story 3 on the Friday evening. Don't be jealous!
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
A Terrible Tuesday
Yesterday was one of those days. It was a day which ended up being less than stellar and for no other reason than my being pregnant- I think.
I love being pregnant. There is no better thing in the world knowing that I am carrying a little miracle that me and my husband created, but sometimes…sometimes it’s just not all that it’s cracked up to be and last night I experienced it full force.
It started when lunched rolled around… Not a thing in the world sounded good, but I ate anyway knowing I needed to. Pure disappointment in my decision… Dinner was going to be great…the one thing I couldn’t wait to taste was some yummy pasta salad…bell peppers, onions, ranch, bacon, pasta=yum. It was a disaster…it was nothing that my taste buds wanted anything to do with and I was devastated. I just wanted to cry. I was already feeling icky, no food sounded worthwhile, and I just wanted my husband to be home at that very moment. When he finally did arrive home moments later, he came in, gave me my usual sugar, and then asked what was for dinner and how I felt. He instantly knew that today was not my day. Granted, I was laid up on the couch, pup next to me, watching Sex and The City on E!, which btw---I love that they picked up the show . I’m sure he felt sorry for me and knew I just wanted him curled up on the couch with me, so he happily did. He ate the what-was-to-be-yummy-to-me pasta salad and sat on the couch with me watching SATC as I curled up on him. I felt gross. I felt fat. I felt miserable. I felt hungry. I felt lazy. I felt unproductive. I felt like the day would never end.
But, then after 2 hours of being laid up on the couch, I showered, poured a bottle of lotion on me, got my nightly footrub and backrub from Ryan and we watched the season premier of Teen Mom 2. I love this show. I am addicted. It’s a constant reminder of normally what I thrive not to be as a mommy. Yes, I do have an upper hand…a helpful husband, a stable environment to raise a baby, no facial piercings, and a few years of maturity on the kids, but still…they honestly do have a little bit more experience in the baby-raising department than I do. Anyway, while I was already in better spirits since our show was on, the best part of my night occurred when Corey, the boyfriend of Leah and the father of twin girls, mistakes a cake she made for him for cornbread. I literally cried and cried from laughter, when he said, “I don’t want no cornbread right now.” This is the best quote from the show, which runs a close race to last season’s Gary and Amber when Gary asks, “Would a promise ring make you happy?” Classic…can’t you see why we love this show?! I am a total fan of Corey now. (He is a good daddy I think and smart for not jumping back into a relationship with her after she cheated…Yes, they are married now and that I approve of…I just hope it lasts.) Anyway, all my problems of the day were instantly washed away. I was happy again and longing for next week’s episode. Now though it was time for bed…this is when I discovered something down right strange about pregnancy. I had always read and heard, “Wait until he is keeping you up at night moving around inside you.” Psssh- yah. Right. That would never happen. The plethora of jabs, punches, kicks, flips, etc. I am used to and adore. But this, this was like my kid was an alien dragging a head, a shoulder, a leg, a knee, maybe even a suitcase back and forth across my stomach. If I wasn’t lying in the dark I probably would have been freaked out at the sight of my stomach. While it did have me have such feelings as, really Wyatt…it’s bed time, I embraced each and every movement. I love how strong his movements are. I love that we are nearly 2/3 of the way there. I love that my little boy is active and will hopefully keep mommy on his toes once he is here! So, there is my “terrible” Tuesday woe. I’m forever blessed to have a good husband who watched SATC, cuddles with me, gives me footrubs, and loves feeling our strong little boy as much as I do while in bed. It ends up my Tuesday was nowhere near as bad as I thought it was.
I love being pregnant. There is no better thing in the world knowing that I am carrying a little miracle that me and my husband created, but sometimes…sometimes it’s just not all that it’s cracked up to be and last night I experienced it full force.
It started when lunched rolled around… Not a thing in the world sounded good, but I ate anyway knowing I needed to. Pure disappointment in my decision… Dinner was going to be great…the one thing I couldn’t wait to taste was some yummy pasta salad…bell peppers, onions, ranch, bacon, pasta=yum. It was a disaster…it was nothing that my taste buds wanted anything to do with and I was devastated. I just wanted to cry. I was already feeling icky, no food sounded worthwhile, and I just wanted my husband to be home at that very moment. When he finally did arrive home moments later, he came in, gave me my usual sugar, and then asked what was for dinner and how I felt. He instantly knew that today was not my day. Granted, I was laid up on the couch, pup next to me, watching Sex and The City on E!, which btw---I love that they picked up the show . I’m sure he felt sorry for me and knew I just wanted him curled up on the couch with me, so he happily did. He ate the what-was-to-be-yummy-to-me pasta salad and sat on the couch with me watching SATC as I curled up on him. I felt gross. I felt fat. I felt miserable. I felt hungry. I felt lazy. I felt unproductive. I felt like the day would never end.
But, then after 2 hours of being laid up on the couch, I showered, poured a bottle of lotion on me, got my nightly footrub and backrub from Ryan and we watched the season premier of Teen Mom 2. I love this show. I am addicted. It’s a constant reminder of normally what I thrive not to be as a mommy. Yes, I do have an upper hand…a helpful husband, a stable environment to raise a baby, no facial piercings, and a few years of maturity on the kids, but still…they honestly do have a little bit more experience in the baby-raising department than I do. Anyway, while I was already in better spirits since our show was on, the best part of my night occurred when Corey, the boyfriend of Leah and the father of twin girls, mistakes a cake she made for him for cornbread. I literally cried and cried from laughter, when he said, “I don’t want no cornbread right now.” This is the best quote from the show, which runs a close race to last season’s Gary and Amber when Gary asks, “Would a promise ring make you happy?” Classic…can’t you see why we love this show?! I am a total fan of Corey now. (He is a good daddy I think and smart for not jumping back into a relationship with her after she cheated…Yes, they are married now and that I approve of…I just hope it lasts.) Anyway, all my problems of the day were instantly washed away. I was happy again and longing for next week’s episode. Now though it was time for bed…this is when I discovered something down right strange about pregnancy. I had always read and heard, “Wait until he is keeping you up at night moving around inside you.” Psssh- yah. Right. That would never happen. The plethora of jabs, punches, kicks, flips, etc. I am used to and adore. But this, this was like my kid was an alien dragging a head, a shoulder, a leg, a knee, maybe even a suitcase back and forth across my stomach. If I wasn’t lying in the dark I probably would have been freaked out at the sight of my stomach. While it did have me have such feelings as, really Wyatt…it’s bed time, I embraced each and every movement. I love how strong his movements are. I love that we are nearly 2/3 of the way there. I love that my little boy is active and will hopefully keep mommy on his toes once he is here! So, there is my “terrible” Tuesday woe. I’m forever blessed to have a good husband who watched SATC, cuddles with me, gives me footrubs, and loves feeling our strong little boy as much as I do while in bed. It ends up my Tuesday was nowhere near as bad as I thought it was.
Monday, January 10, 2011
27 weeks
How far along? 27 weeks, 2 days
Total weight gain: 14 pounds
Maternity clothes? No
Sleep: I'm beginning to require a little bit more sleep.
Best moment this week: Having heartburn...while I totally hated it, it made me feel really pregnant. And, our little boy may have some hair!
Movement: Moves a lot and this week I finally got a massive jab to the rib.
Gender: Boy! Wyatt Hudson
Labor Signs: No and don't want them until April.
Belly Button in or out? In, but getting a bit more shallow. Gag.
Cravings: No cravings...as in we must drop everything and rush to get whatever it may be. My son is pretty low key it seems.
What I miss: A hardcore workout. Walking 3 miles a day is sufficient, but I want to sweat my butt off and feel real accomplishment.
Weekly Wisdom: Embrace all the discomforts of pregnancy...not sleeping on your tummy, heartburn, weight gain, etc. because it will all be over way to quickly.
Milestones: Having my bff start planning my baby shower in a few weeks!
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Bobby then and now
Being the sucker I am for animals, we saved this little baby from going to the pound back in October. It was very, very random that we...I...took him in. This picture was taken the first day we got him and I thought he was just as precious as can be...
The way all animals should be: healthy, content, and loved.
Marley adores this little cat as much as we do...just wanted to share how much another one of our little boys has grown.
This is Bobby now...bigger, fluffier, and down right beautiful. He is our little outside cat...The outside cat that Ryan promised to let me have when we built our house. Um, okay...so we haven't exactly built our house yet, but I had to save him! And, he has definitely grown on Ryan. He is just another one of our babies!
The way all animals should be: healthy, content, and loved.
Marley adores this little cat as much as we do...just wanted to share how much another one of our little boys has grown.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Pregnancy makes me...
1. Laugh way more than normal
I don't really know what it is...maybe it's because I am ridiculously happy about life in general. Maybe it's because I have always been able to find humor in the majority of things. Maybe it's because losing your shoe during a football play is, well, funny. I can laugh and laugh about the most absurd things. Things in which I would never have really found funny just 6 or so months ago. Watching football games and having a player lose his shoe mid-play is down right hysterical to me. Seeing a commercial that I've seen a minimun of 10 times can one day strike me as the most comical invention I've ever seen. I love being so giggly about everything...even random day to day things that Ryan and I are do funny. This is one thing I would love to hold onto...
2. Notice other pregnant people
20 people...that I can list quickly. 20! This OCD in me even wrote the names out. How absurd is that. I don't know if it's because I am pregnant, at the age when having a baby is more "appropriate," or if we weren't the only ones who were having baby fever. I thoroughly enjoy seeing other preggos. I love finding out if it's a boy or a girl, their name, their nursery decor, etc. I love all of it because I'm going through it and I know what it feels like. I am beyond excited for every expectant mommy that I know.
3. Almost curse my high metabolism
I have been lucky my entire life and had a "painfully" high metabolism. This girl can eat. With a growing baby inside me and the high metabolism I feel hungry what seems like the majority of the day. Add a 3 mile cardio regime to thet day I feel like I could possibly eat a horse (er, many many meals for I would never dare of eating a precious pony)...but it's all about self-control and luckily I have plenty of it.
4. Cry just because
Typical pregnant girl, right? Ryan and I are jokers...okay, mean jokers at that...and there I moments when I just get sad, my feelings hurt, and I cry. But my cries aren't meltdowns that would scare off even the most manly man. No, they are a cry that involves maybe 6 tears coming from my eyes and I'm done. Whether I'm laying on the couch, about to get in the shower, just getting into the car, or walk into my parent's house, they are tears that can be counted on two hands...and I am always over it in a matter a minutes. Oh thank you hormones.
5. Stare at my belly for hours
Being pregnant is absolutely the most facsinating thing I think me or my hubs has ever experienced. Seeing your belly grow each day, knowing it's for your baby is a miracle in itself. I am guilty of staring at my belly for what seems like hours. When Wyatt gets to rockin' and a rollin' inside me I always lift up my shirt and just stare. I love it! I love his movements and it's almost sad when he finally gets calmed down and nestled snuggly inside me. I just stare and stare waiting for him to move again. I've had Ryan stare with me as well, but he doesn't quite have the patience that this little momma has...
6. Breathe funny
Breathing has never been an issue. I've been in what I like to call shape for a while, but add 10+ pounds to your front side...you know where your heart and lungs are...makes it a little harder. I have to have a pillow supporting my back if I'm sitting on the couch. My legs must be propped up. It's absurd and only going to get worse as this big belly continues to blossom.
7. Compare my unborn child
I always imagine what Wyatt will look like and act like. I compare him to other babies. Beautiful babies, the cute babies, the chubby babies, the smart babies, the annoying babies, the babies whose parents need to quit having babies, all babies. It's ridiculous...I am so ready to get to meet him so I can stop comparing him and start obssessing over him haha.
8. Drive painfully slow
I am a speed demon. I have always been one, but since I've become pregnant and have a belly now I feel the need to drive under the speed limit. Who is this girl? I think it's paranoia. Or fear. Whatever it is, it has made me drive slowly and take my precious time...(See, pregnancy has already made me a little bit more patient.) AND-- it makes my hubby be paranoid driving home on NYE (around 11). He said on our way home from some friend's house that he was nervous about drunk drivers on NYE and that's something he never even cared about. Why? I asked him...answer: because of me and the baby. Awww.
9. Curse people on the road
The guy who drives entirely too fast down a side road while I am walking my pup, cursed. The guy who says, "You're sexy as hell" while also walking my dog, cursed. The guys who honked at me, flipped off. The people who nearly side-swiped me, cursed. The people who fly down the road only to be turning into Wendy's, cursed. I have precious cargo inside me people...chill. the. flip.out.
10. Confuse my husband
Marley, who has always been known as "the baby" and still is, currently shares a name with his little brother. If I say a sentence and it can be referring to either Marley or Wyatt, I instantly have to elaborate which baby I am talking about. Now, before you say "really, that happens?" Yes, sadly. We are those people...dog people who consider a four legged animal their baby...their life. Marley's been good, unintentional, baby-prepping material for us and we are just going to have to figure out another method with our babies for we refuse to have Marley be just a dog.
11. Appreciate being in shape
Pregnancy can be hard on a woman's body...and let's just say I feel like my pregnancy has been easier for being in shape. No, I can't run a marathon...nor would I want too...but I am very thankful for staying in good enough shape for me.
12. Long for Saturdays even more
Easy---Saturdays are my day to advance one more week.
13. DVR random pregnancy shows
Everything pregnancy related affects me I feel like...70 and Pregnant...Paralyzed and Pregnant...the list goes on. Thank you TLC for being there for me.
14. Looove cold weather and a cold house
My house sits at a comfortable 66 degrees all day every day. I love it...I love cold outside weather even more than I used to, which happened to be a lot. Poor Ryan has probably been miserable a few nights this Winter, but he is a trooper!
15. Be at peace
This one is very self-explainatory...nothing has brought me more joy than a. marrying Ryan and b. carrying his baby. My life is next to perfect.
I don't really know what it is...maybe it's because I am ridiculously happy about life in general. Maybe it's because I have always been able to find humor in the majority of things. Maybe it's because losing your shoe during a football play is, well, funny. I can laugh and laugh about the most absurd things. Things in which I would never have really found funny just 6 or so months ago. Watching football games and having a player lose his shoe mid-play is down right hysterical to me. Seeing a commercial that I've seen a minimun of 10 times can one day strike me as the most comical invention I've ever seen. I love being so giggly about everything...even random day to day things that Ryan and I are do funny. This is one thing I would love to hold onto...
2. Notice other pregnant people
20 people...that I can list quickly. 20! This OCD in me even wrote the names out. How absurd is that. I don't know if it's because I am pregnant, at the age when having a baby is more "appropriate," or if we weren't the only ones who were having baby fever. I thoroughly enjoy seeing other preggos. I love finding out if it's a boy or a girl, their name, their nursery decor, etc. I love all of it because I'm going through it and I know what it feels like. I am beyond excited for every expectant mommy that I know.
3. Almost curse my high metabolism
I have been lucky my entire life and had a "painfully" high metabolism. This girl can eat. With a growing baby inside me and the high metabolism I feel hungry what seems like the majority of the day. Add a 3 mile cardio regime to thet day I feel like I could possibly eat a horse (er, many many meals for I would never dare of eating a precious pony)...but it's all about self-control and luckily I have plenty of it.
4. Cry just because
Typical pregnant girl, right? Ryan and I are jokers...okay, mean jokers at that...and there I moments when I just get sad, my feelings hurt, and I cry. But my cries aren't meltdowns that would scare off even the most manly man. No, they are a cry that involves maybe 6 tears coming from my eyes and I'm done. Whether I'm laying on the couch, about to get in the shower, just getting into the car, or walk into my parent's house, they are tears that can be counted on two hands...and I am always over it in a matter a minutes. Oh thank you hormones.
5. Stare at my belly for hours
Being pregnant is absolutely the most facsinating thing I think me or my hubs has ever experienced. Seeing your belly grow each day, knowing it's for your baby is a miracle in itself. I am guilty of staring at my belly for what seems like hours. When Wyatt gets to rockin' and a rollin' inside me I always lift up my shirt and just stare. I love it! I love his movements and it's almost sad when he finally gets calmed down and nestled snuggly inside me. I just stare and stare waiting for him to move again. I've had Ryan stare with me as well, but he doesn't quite have the patience that this little momma has...
6. Breathe funny
Breathing has never been an issue. I've been in what I like to call shape for a while, but add 10+ pounds to your front side...you know where your heart and lungs are...makes it a little harder. I have to have a pillow supporting my back if I'm sitting on the couch. My legs must be propped up. It's absurd and only going to get worse as this big belly continues to blossom.
7. Compare my unborn child
I always imagine what Wyatt will look like and act like. I compare him to other babies. Beautiful babies, the cute babies, the chubby babies, the smart babies, the annoying babies, the babies whose parents need to quit having babies, all babies. It's ridiculous...I am so ready to get to meet him so I can stop comparing him and start obssessing over him haha.
8. Drive painfully slow
I am a speed demon. I have always been one, but since I've become pregnant and have a belly now I feel the need to drive under the speed limit. Who is this girl? I think it's paranoia. Or fear. Whatever it is, it has made me drive slowly and take my precious time...(See, pregnancy has already made me a little bit more patient.) AND-- it makes my hubby be paranoid driving home on NYE (around 11). He said on our way home from some friend's house that he was nervous about drunk drivers on NYE and that's something he never even cared about. Why? I asked him...answer: because of me and the baby. Awww.
9. Curse people on the road
The guy who drives entirely too fast down a side road while I am walking my pup, cursed. The guy who says, "You're sexy as hell" while also walking my dog, cursed. The guys who honked at me, flipped off. The people who nearly side-swiped me, cursed. The people who fly down the road only to be turning into Wendy's, cursed. I have precious cargo inside me people...chill. the. flip.out.
10. Confuse my husband
Marley, who has always been known as "the baby" and still is, currently shares a name with his little brother. If I say a sentence and it can be referring to either Marley or Wyatt, I instantly have to elaborate which baby I am talking about. Now, before you say "really, that happens?" Yes, sadly. We are those people...dog people who consider a four legged animal their baby...their life. Marley's been good, unintentional, baby-prepping material for us and we are just going to have to figure out another method with our babies for we refuse to have Marley be just a dog.
11. Appreciate being in shape
Pregnancy can be hard on a woman's body...and let's just say I feel like my pregnancy has been easier for being in shape. No, I can't run a marathon...nor would I want too...but I am very thankful for staying in good enough shape for me.
12. Long for Saturdays even more
Easy---Saturdays are my day to advance one more week.
13. DVR random pregnancy shows
Everything pregnancy related affects me I feel like...70 and Pregnant...Paralyzed and Pregnant...the list goes on. Thank you TLC for being there for me.
14. Looove cold weather and a cold house
My house sits at a comfortable 66 degrees all day every day. I love it...I love cold outside weather even more than I used to, which happened to be a lot. Poor Ryan has probably been miserable a few nights this Winter, but he is a trooper!
15. Be at peace
This one is very self-explainatory...nothing has brought me more joy than a. marrying Ryan and b. carrying his baby. My life is next to perfect.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Strawberry and his football
With us having a little boy, my son is destined to be known by a few people (namely, Ryan’s fantasy football group) as the “little strawberry.” It’s true…somehow I have a strawberry patch inside me growing one amazing little lone strawberry. One that will absolutely be our first pick of the Spring that is ahead of us.
Ryan is known as Strawberry by his FFL. I think it’s cute really. I’m a fan of nicknames in the first place…maybe because I never really had one. (The only one that has ever really even stuck with me has been Bunney, which is even a shared nickname…okay, pet name…between me and the hubs. It’s like we don’t even have real names…Sarah and Ryan who?) This Sunday marked a very sad day in the Davis household…the NFL season has come to an end. Yes, there are playoff games and a Super Bowl in February to look forward to, but it’s just not the same really. (For the record, what was even more upsetting was when my Sammy -Sam Bradford…OU Heisman winner, QB for STL Rams, you know, my boyfriend- lost to the Seahawks on Sunday. Ugh---STL, get some receivers who can catch a ball. How about that?) I love football. Mostly college ball, but I have become much more accepting of the NFL. Maybe it’s because Ryan has a fantasy team that I feel greatly apart of (since I did pick the QB that scored us 30+ points when Ryan juggling between who to play that week). Just another reason to always listen to your wife… Anyway, his FFL is a group of hilarious guys that talk a lot of trash, make fun of each other constantly, but somehow manage to bond over the few months that football is in season. I like it. I like reading the posts. I like reading the predictions each week. And, I really love in the last posts of the season…congratulating the winner/mocking how terrible one did this season/etc…that one person sent “special wishes to Rhino and his wife as they await the little strawberry.” Aw, that’s my baby that is getting mention in the FFL. So cute and so true. Ryan and I have always said we are having a little red-headed baby…Something we are a little terrified and excited about. But! But! If he is a little boy that looks anything like this, I will be one proud momma!
Ryan is known as Strawberry by his FFL. I think it’s cute really. I’m a fan of nicknames in the first place…maybe because I never really had one. (The only one that has ever really even stuck with me has been Bunney, which is even a shared nickname…okay, pet name…between me and the hubs. It’s like we don’t even have real names…Sarah and Ryan who?) This Sunday marked a very sad day in the Davis household…the NFL season has come to an end. Yes, there are playoff games and a Super Bowl in February to look forward to, but it’s just not the same really. (For the record, what was even more upsetting was when my Sammy -Sam Bradford…OU Heisman winner, QB for STL Rams, you know, my boyfriend- lost to the Seahawks on Sunday. Ugh---STL, get some receivers who can catch a ball. How about that?) I love football. Mostly college ball, but I have become much more accepting of the NFL. Maybe it’s because Ryan has a fantasy team that I feel greatly apart of (since I did pick the QB that scored us 30+ points when Ryan juggling between who to play that week). Just another reason to always listen to your wife… Anyway, his FFL is a group of hilarious guys that talk a lot of trash, make fun of each other constantly, but somehow manage to bond over the few months that football is in season. I like it. I like reading the posts. I like reading the predictions each week. And, I really love in the last posts of the season…congratulating the winner/mocking how terrible one did this season/etc…that one person sent “special wishes to Rhino and his wife as they await the little strawberry.” Aw, that’s my baby that is getting mention in the FFL. So cute and so true. Ryan and I have always said we are having a little red-headed baby…Something we are a little terrified and excited about. But! But! If he is a little boy that looks anything like this, I will be one proud momma!
Just look at the chubby cheeks!! (And that little hint of red peeping out from under his hat.) Ryan was a cute little boy and if Wyatt is anything like his daddy we have nothing to worry about in the “cuteness” area!
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Wyatt's first hunting trip
To kick off yet another new year, I accompanied my husband on a duck hunting trip. I did the exact same thing last year except it was a day later. We may be on to something...maybe in a few years it will be the three of us! This adventure, however, was a success. 3 geese and 4 ducks. Crap. I'm a much bigger fan of hunting trips in which no animals are harmed, but I guess whenever you go on a hunting trip you should just expect it. Our friends, Josh and Irene, came with us on this trip...she is also pregnant at 33 weeks. I loved being around someone who is also pregnant. It was so much fun sharing stories, laughing at our guys, and nearly peeing our pants. (Thank you kiddos.) It was Wyatt's first hunting trip...in the womb. There will be many, many more in his future with his daddy and grandpas. We all joked that little Mia and little Wyatt are forever bonded together now...we highly doubt that there are a lot of babies that go on duck hunting trips together while still in the womb! Here are some pictures from the first day of 2011:
Josh and Irene
Poor babies...
Me and Bunney
Josh and Ryan
Me and Irene at 26 and 33 weeks
We also went to Hollow Bend to watch the ducks come in...I loved it! I loved hearing all the quacking and honking. We will definitely do this again!I love doing this type of stuff with Bunney...it always makes for a good time. See 2011 has already started off wonderfully... and here is my 26 week post! I can't believe I am almost into my 3rd trimester!
How far along? 26 weeks
Total weight gain: 12 pounds
Maternity clothes? No
Sleep: I sleep pretty soundly.
Best moment this week: Having all Wyatt's furniture come and set up!
Movement: He is definitely getting stronger by the day.
Gender: Boy! Wyatt Hudson
Labor Signs: No and don't want them until April.
Belly Button in or out? In.
Cravings: Still none.
What I miss: Sleeping on my tummy.
Weekly Wisdom: Don't have any this week...lame-o I know,
Milestones: Getting nursery furniture set up...it's becoming more and more real.
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