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Monday, February 28, 2011

I saw "it"

Every morning about 3am I am rolling out of bed for a potty break.

Every morning I stumble into our bathroom, flip on the light, take care of business, get a drink from my bottle of water on the night stand, walk back to the bathroom to turn off the light and crawl back into bed. I don’t dare turn on the lamp that sits on the night stand because I am trying to be “courteous” to Ryan. Like he would honestly care…a simple touch of light is much better than me flip flopping trying to get comfortable when I get back into the bed, but it makes ME feel better knowing I’m not “disturbing” him.

Sunday morning at 3:00 on the dot, I carried on with my normal activities, but this time I did something I hardly ever do- I turned on the lamp when I got out of bed. I have absolutely no idea why I did it but I proceeded with my routine, only this time while on the way back to get my usual drink I noticed something I had never noticed before…

Ryan was asleep, facing towards me with no covers up around his face when I saw it.

It, is the undenying resemblance of who Wyatt really looks like. There was no mistaking that Ryan is Wyatt’s daddy. In our 4D picture we always tried to figure out who the little guy looked like…he definitely has his daddy’s cheeks, lip shape, my fullness, and my nose. But, we always thought it was a good mixture of the both of us. Sunday morning I just stared in awe at Ryan sleeping because if I had honestly had a chance to take a picture at the moment, the pictures side by side would be incredible. Ryan was precious… A little puffy from sleeping, puckered lips, and just so peaceful. Just like Wyatt’s picture. I instantly became a pile of mush and couldn’t quit smiling.

Last night when we crawled into bed I told him what had happened and he was so upset! He said he was sorry that the little guy would end up looking like him, but I assured him he was going to be the cutest baby we will ever lay eyes on. We are 5 weeks and 5 days away (give or take) from meeting Wyatt. Where it blows my mind I am so, so ready! If he is anything near as cute as his daddy (which he most certainly will be) I will want to eat him alive!

Saturday, February 26, 2011

34 weeks

How far along? 34 weeks

Total weight gain: We had a doctors appointment Thursday and I am up 21 pounds!

Maternity clothes? Still very minimal.

Sleep: I am sleeping like a champ during the night! I am napping for about 30-45 minutes when I get home from work as well.

Best moment this week: Hearing Wyatt's heartbeat, finally getting my canvas that I ordered almost a month ago in, finding a hamper and vase for his room. All we like is a lamp and it will be complete!

Movement: As much as it can hurt at times it's the most reassuring feeling that he's doing okay in there and still baking away. It's also pretty cool that he will start moving when Ryan and I are talking.

Gender: Boy! Wyatt Hudson

Labor Signs: Negative.

Belly Button in or out? Still in, but we are getting more and more shallow. Just hold out 6 more weeks, please?

Cravings: No cravings, but I love ice cream which I always have.

What I miss: Dressing "cute" and actually feeling that way.

Weekly Wisdom: Pregnancy can and will fly by so enjoy each moment.

Milestones: Being one step closer to getting his room finished.

Thursday, February 24, 2011


Our baby is due in 44 DAYS. To many, this means they will be able to hold our perfect baby in about a month and a half. To me, this means I will be popping out a baby. Popping being the key word here. I’ve seen child birthing videos before and Ryan and I have dedicated Tuesday nights to One Born Every Minute. Because of this, I am freaking myself out even more. I think it’s normal to be scared or paranoid about the actual delivery, right? I guess you just have to realize that this is what our bodies are made for and that woman push babies out daily.

Each episode shows at least one horrendous labor and delivery and one that seems like a piece of cake. I like to think that I am destined to have the latter, but in reality, chances are I am going to be that woman who is screaming bloody murder telling the nurses and doctors to get this baby out of me or plenty of expletives (don’t judge)! I feel slightly more educated about deliveries from watching the show. Sad, huh? I’ve seen babies being “corkscrewed” out of a mommy and not crying for what seemed like an eternity. While I was bawling over it, I realize that these things happen, you just have to be patient, and trust in not only the doctors and nurses but also in God’s plan for your family. I am terrified of delivery. I am terrified that that beautiful first cry may be delayed if there is even one at all. Each time we watch the show I am literally clenching the couch and holding my breath. It’s probably not so good that we are watching this show nearly 6 weeks before we will be in the exact situation as these couples. Ryan peeks over at me all the time during the show to “check on me.” Each time, I am of course crying over something that’s happening---the baby FINALLY being out of the mommy that is absolute pain because her epidural only works on one side of her body, the mommy who is fearful of any and all things related to a C-Section and is being wheeled into the OR, or the daddys who are so proud of their wives for being so strong and actually pushing those little boogers out.

I always picture me and Ryan in our room through the labor and the delivery. What we will say to each other, what we will act like, how will we joke with each other, how he will comfort me since I will be petrified (and in pain), how nervous his will be knowing his loving wife is about to experience the “toughest” thing ever in my life. It’s comical to me at times as well knowing how freaked out we think we are both going to be. I keep running through scenarios asking Ryan how he thinks he would respond and waiting for his response knowing that in the actual event of childbirth it will most likely be the complete opposite. I do know that Ryan will be such a supporter and make me feel 100% better. I know that he is going to be dealing with the infamous nervous stomach of his. I know that no matter what happens, I will always have him to lean on. I know I will probably have some cross words to tell him and that he will simply brush them off and not think anything of it.

Six weeks seems like an eternity when you think about getting to finally hold your baby…but, on the flip side, I think I need more than 6 weeks to prep myself for the expelling of a baby from my body. I’ve even asked Ryan if he would be willing to carry and have the next baby for us. If only it were that easy.

Monday, February 21, 2011

100th post: Pedicure courtesy of the hubs.

I have a great husband. I have always considered myself very, very lucky to have met, captured the heart of, and eventually married someone as wonderful as Ryan. I knew that he would make a great husband from the day I met him. Now that I'm carrying his baby I get to experience even more perks of being his wife. He will absolutley bend over backwards for me and I am so thankful for that. I am finally to that awkward stage of my pregnancy...I think. Whereas I am still able to throw my leg up on the bathroom counter and paint my toenails it is simply uncomfortable and makes it pretty hard to breathe. What's a girl to do? Enlist the help of the hubs of course. I asked him casually if he would paint my toenails and he sarcastically said something to the effect of "yah right" and so I just sat on the couch and went on about my business. Within 20 minutes of the initial question and no begging and pleading for him to paint my piggies Ryan asked when I was ready for him to start. Sucker! I knew that he secretly wanted to paint them...not because he is some creepy toenail painting man who enjoys it, but because I asked was something I wanted him to do for me and that's just simply something that Ryan has a hard time objecting to. (Hate that for him.)

We had a trial run with the clear polish and then it was on to the pink I had chosen. I was (what I thought to be) very clear about how to paint toenails. You know- swirl it out the top, where to start on the toe, how to make it appear even, even which toe would be best to start on since he is a lefty. He tried very, very hard to do a good job as you can tell. Pure determination.
As we got to about the last 3 toes I begin to feel bad for Ryan. Why? He was frustrated because "he wasn't doing a good job." Poor thing. How could you not feel sorry for him. I assured him that it was fine and that my toes were looking much better than the non-painted toenails I had been rockin' for about 2 weeks now. Then...then, I made the mistake of telling him that it doesn't matter that he got paint all over my actual skin because it will just wash off anyway. Big mistake. The last 3 toes had paint everywhere... Here is doesn't look so terrible.

But a little closer up it is a little less appealing...I'm not complaining one bit though. He tried and that's good enough for me! After he was finish I set off to the bathroom where I ever so awkwardly threw the foot up on the counter and began "cleaning" up his paint job with a Q-tip and some polish removal. For his first toenail painting job I would definitely have to give him an A-.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

33 weeks

How far along? 33 weeks, 1 day

Total weight gain: 20 lbs

Maternity clothes? Still very minimal.

Sleep: I've abandoned my Snoogle temporarily since my belly hangs over it and it's slightly uncomfortable. I have one regular pillow on each side of me and sleep fantastically!

Best moment this week: Getting the hunting closet that remained in Wyatt's room completely cleaned out and filled with baby clothes and diapers.

Movement: Feeling him move is by far my favorite part of pregnancy. It's downright hilarious to me when he pops out on one side of my belly.

Gender: Boy! Wyatt Hudson

Labor Signs: Negative.

Belly Button in or out? Still in.

Cravings: No cravings, but when someone mentions something it almost always sounds good to me. Chubby bunney is me.

What I miss: Being tan, running, working out, not being so emotional over everything (this includes the little cats in PetSmart who are waiting for a wonderful home).

Weekly Wisdom: You're not getting fat, you're growing a baby.

Milestones: Going through all the wonderful baby gifts we received at our shower last Sunday!

Monday, February 14, 2011

My Valentine

I love him...he loves me...that's all that matters.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

32 weeks

How far along? 32 weeks

Total weight gain: 20 lbs

Maternity clothes? Got two new pieces to add to my growing collection.

Sleep: I need more sleep each and every day...I think this is preparation for all those sleepless nights that are likely in my future.

Best moment this week: Little boy getting the hiccups! Sooo adorable.

Movement: No one really informed me of how painful this little booger could be.

Gender: Boy! Wyatt Hudson

Labor Signs: Negative.

Belly Button in or out? Still in.

Cravings: No real cravings, but I do eat peanut butter almost daily and as well as Edy's Slow Churned Ice Cream every night.

What I miss: Not to sound "alcoholic-y" or anything, but a nice Diet Coke and Captain Morgan would be nice...along with a night of dancing, live music, girlfriends, and the hubs.

Weekly Wisdom: I really have no wisdom this week...I could tell you a lot of not so wise things that I did do this being walking into the men's bathroom at Whattaburger. Thankfully there were zero men in there. Sigh.of.relief. Not quite sure how I managed that since I clearly knew where the women's bathroom is.

Milestones: Feeling Wyatt's hiccups and getting baby gifts from Ryan's Aunt. Having baby stuff other than clothes is sooo much fun. I love the little diapers so much. Ask me how much I like them about 3 months from now.

Thursday, February 10, 2011


Last night as we were crawling into bed I started having the weirdest feeling. It was a very rythmic "beating" and at first I thought it was my heartbeat, but then quickly realized that it wasn't. Wyatt, in fact, had the hiccups. They were absolutely adorable. I had always wondered what they would feel like, having heard people say their baby had them. (I already feel like I'm entering the world of "motherly competition" because I was wondering when my baby would have hiccups in the womb. Like his was abnormal or something if he didn't. How foolish, right?)

I laid there with perma-grin feeling all those little beats and even had Ryan see if he could feel them, but sadly he couldn't. It's amazing that he will be here in 8 weeks. I am truly going to miss having him inside me. Ryan always reassures me that I am going to have him here and will be able to hold him, but it just won't be the same. While I am more than ready to hold him and give his lots of kisses, I'm really sad that I won't feel the kicks, punches, rolls, or little hiccups anymore...

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Snow day spent in a ditch

What I wanted the snow day to consist of: nothing but smiles! Like most everyone else, I was excited about the anticipated snow we were going to have today. Ryan took me to work and I had the intention of only working half a day regardless of whether or not the bank stayed open. I lucked out and the bank closed at noon so I wanted for the hubby to come pick me up to take me home for a nice afternoon of relaxatin and cuddling. So I thought...

We had to meet Ryan's boss in the bank parking lot in order for him to pick one of Ryan's coworker that rode with Ryan to get me. They had to pull his truck out of their work parking lot in order for him to get home. When we were finally headed home we got stopped behind 3 cars and quickly determined that the road towards our house was closed and turned around to go another route. This is when Ryan's coworker called us and informed us of bad news...he had left his keys in the back seat and we would have to meet them. Crap. Normally, I honestly wouldn't have cared about trekking around during the snow, butI had one very little problem and it comes in the form of a baby's big head that rests firmly on my bladder. Ryan was trying to be funny and joke about the situation, but I wasn't having it. Even the little kid we saw who had obviously face-planted in the snow and his daddy was wiping him off, reassuring him he was fine, wasn't funny to me. I desperately needed a bathroom.

We drove all the way across to McDonald's to exchange the keys and I immediately ran into the bathroom for fear that I wouldn't get home in a timely manner. Little did I know what was about to happen.

We ventured down Hob Knob road in order to make our way back home...and we missed a curve. Now, before you assume we were going to fast we in fact were not. The hubs knew I was on edge at this point and just wanting to be home so he made it a point to be careful. We just simply had zero traction going around the curve and ended up with the entire drivers side in a ditch...a deep ditch. It was so steep that had I not been wearing the ole safety harness I would have most definitely been sitting on top of the steering wheel. It was a miserable ordeal...I was "stranded" for 2 hours while my husband, a very, very nice stranger attempted to pull us out (got stuck himself), and then another stranger drove them to get a tractor of our friends. I really could not believe that a. I was sitting in a ditch with everything in the truck on the left side. 2. It was still snowing with no hope of quitting soon. 3. That I am 8 weeks from delivering a baby and in this situation. 4. That I already had to pee again. I've for sure seen better days... I decided that I only had one option and that was to bravely (carefully) get out of the truck, venture through the snow, and pop a squat behind the tree...which I did. It was definitely a first for me and I honestly hope I never have to do it again because it.was.freezing.
They finally returned with tractor and we had some neighbors (thanks to my coworker calling and asking them to come retrieve the stranded pregnant lady!) come get me and bring me home. By the time we had arrived at the house Ryan called and said the truck was out. Thank goodness. I really feared leaving the truck there or even wasting money on a wrecker. I'm pretty sure I got a hundred "I'm sorrys" today, but I was quite a trooper about it. I was able to potty, we randomly had a banana in the truck for me to eat in case I was starved, and the snow provided plenty of "water" so I wouldn't dehydrate...add that to my pregnancy hormones and ability to be comfortable in 20 degree weather I would have been okay. It was such a long, eventful afternoon and I was ready to be home relaxing with my pup.
But nooo, there was other plans in my that involved what I have dubbed "performing surgery." Let me share another story: I moved Bobby into the garage since he was basically snowed in his little house. I hadn't gotten his food and house moved in there no more than 15 minutes when I heard the most horrible crying. Squealing really. I immediately thought it was a helpless mouse that Bobby had caught in the garage, but it in fact was worse. It was a tiny bird that happened to be stuck to a sticky trap...along with my cat's paw. I just saw feathers and head what was more clearly chirping. Now, I am an absolute sucker for animals...any animal. So I quickly removed Bobby from the trap, picked it up and hurried it to the deck and assessed the situation. Little bird's feet were stuck and one wing. He kept trying to fly off and was "crying." My heart seriously broke for him. I'm honestly happy that Ryan was on his way home because he probably would have just been a man, killed the little bird, and been done with it while I sat there and mourned over him. So, I went into doctor mode, grabbed scissors and pliers and proceeded to free the little bird. You would have thought I was a brain surgeon as careful as I was to make sure I didn't rip his little talons and break off any more feather that he had already lost. Sticky traps are just that. Sticky. fact nothing should come off of one. After much coaxing, pep talks, stress, and chirping I got the little bird free. He jump over and fell through the crack on the deck (picturing how little he is?). I lost it. You would have thought that I had just learned that someone dear to me had passed away that way I was sobbing. Even though he appeared fine on the ground (sitting up in a normal position and moving around) I felt horrible for the little bird. I just wanted him to fly away and join his family that I was so sure he had wanting on him. I apologized to the bird as much as Ryan had apologized to me. I immediately began washing dishes to get my mind off of the bird, but couldn't help checking through the crack every few minutes until finally he was no where to be seen. I felt better instantly. I had saved the little guy and he was headed back to his nest. I'm glad Ryan missed my meltdown of the bird ordeal...I'm glad he got home when he did and was still willing to take some "snow" pictures with me and the pup...I'm glad we finally got to relax about 5 tonight where we both fell right asleep...I'm glad we are sleeping in tomorrow...I'm glad I still love him even after today...I'm glad that today is almost over and we get to start over tomorrow. I just hope it's a little less eventful.

Oops...the only (minor) damage thank goodness!

Little snow baby actually enjoying being outside.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Go Pack Go

Today, I am a cheese head.

I am rooting for the Green and Gold.

I have no reason as to why.

If I had anything Green Bay, I would be rockin' it today.

I wish is was in Texas cheering behind Terry Bradshaw with all the other people who seem to be having a blasty-blast.

I wish I was there to cook with my boyfriend Guy Fieri.

I would like to see the buses full of smiles from the team, but I suppose it's forgivable due to what is on the line.

If "my" team loses, I will probably cry. Not because I'm just that into it, but because I hate for anyone to lose something that big. Okay, okay, there are pregnancy hormones involved.

I look forward to the Black Eyed Peas performance.

I look forward to the commercials...and I have high hopes for the E-Trade babies. I hope they don't disappoint.

I secretly loved seeing everyone in Wal-Mart sporting their teams shirts, hats, jackets, and sneakers. (Okay, so I didn't see any sneakers today, but I have seen some in my house, courtesy of Ryan's friend Trey -and for clarification they were Baltimore Ravens.)

I love football and will truly miss it after today...

Fall needs to be on its merry little way soooooon...

Saturday, February 5, 2011

31 weeks

How far along? 31 weeks

Total weight gain: As of our doctor's appointment Thursday 19 lbs.

Maternity clothes? Haven't added any clothes to my "maternity wardrobe" but will definitely be doing a little shopping very soon since my shirts are getting short and I feel like Gus from Cinderella...

Sleep: I feel like it's my first trimester again and I could sleep for days.

Best moment this week: Getting his newborn hat and burp cloths in. I'm a sucker fora all things monogrammed.

Movement: Ryan hears me say ouch a lot...

Gender: Boy! Wyatt Hudson

Labor Signs: As Ryan likes to joke---who is this Braxton Hicks and why do you keep talking about him. I'm not 100% sure if I am experiencing these and I'm probably not because I think I will know. But, whatever is going on inside my utersus hurts. End of story.

Belly Button in or out? I will be fine having a smooth belly button...popping out is just not an option though.

Cravings: None.

What I miss: Being tan...I really need to look into getting a spray tan and if it's "okay."

Weekly Wisdom: Wear what you want...for example, if wearing a long sleeve dress with no leggings and flats is what feels good to you (even if it is during the snow) then wear it. Moms will understand...everyone else will think you're crazy.

Milestones: No real milestones this week unless getting into the SINGLE digits count and to this little momma it sure enough does!

Friday, February 4, 2011

Little ramblings

It's finally Friday. I felt as though this week was never going to end, but it finally did...with yucky snow on the ground. Now, I'm a fan of snow. The pretty, fluffy snow as opposed to this wet, non-fluffy snow. It's just something I have to deal with I suppose. The few things that made my day better was 1. working half a day 2. getting our taxes done 3. getting these little beauties in the mail...

His precious newborn hat!

Burp cloths that will get lots of use!

I just love seeing our little man's name in print. It gets me so excited and makes him seem more real. (Like the painful kicks I feel daily aren't reminder enough.) I can't believe that he will be here in 9 weeks or less. I keep telling him to hold off until at least mommy and daddy's one year anniversary, which by the way, is the same weekend this little booger will be considered full term! I love that little fact and will be perfectly okay with a March 21 birthday for him...just not a day sooner!

I decided to be a little piggy today as well. I got home, started laundry, napped, and then woke up and decided to makes some cupcakes, for my husband of course. Yes, in case you were wondering they were in fact made with love...

And I may or may not have ate like a cow once they were made. I'm a fan of mini-cupcakes and really should not be. The fact that they are so simple to just pop in my mouth is so satisfying, but also terrible for my figure! Okay, a little pregnancy humor makes me feel better. Whatev. I had to make lovey-dovey cupcakes this weekend versus next weekend when it'd be a little closer to V-Day since next weekend is my shower and of course we will have left over cake. ("Bummer.") There is no question we have both (or all three I should say) have enjoyed these!
One word: Yum.
With all this cold weather, which I love and am honestly thankful that I get to be pregnant during, I am longing for warm weather, sunny skies, longer days, FLOAT TRIPS, and a skinny version of myself. Ahh, shall we reflect for a moment?

Yes, that definitely makes me feel a little bit better...until those days are here I will just deal with cool (cold to a non-preggo person), comfortable weather, short days, and a bowling ball in my belly.
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