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.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
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.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Last day of the year...
It's finally New Years Eve and I am not the least bit excited about "celebrating" tonight. That's terrible, I know. We are going to Ryan's friend's house this evening to celebrate...if that's what you want to call it. Starting an evening at 8:00 in the evening in no way, shape, or form sounds appealing to me. I would much rather put on jammies and be curled up in front of the tv while Ryan watches Duck Commander and I read a book. That's an ideal night for someone who is nearly 6 months pregnant.
I know we will have a good of a time as possible considering the conditions, but I can't help but be a Debby Downer about it all. NYE is my favorite holiday. Ever. There isn't a holiday that really even touches it and I'm extremely sad that today, the most glorious day of the year, is just one of those blah days. I've even cried about 3 times today. Pathetic, right? I know that I am probably feeling sorry for myself...considering I won't be with my besties, I won't be getting to dance my little heart out, I won't have a drink at midnight...in fact, I probably won't even see midnight this year. It's all very awkward to me.
In an effort to make me feel better about the conditions, I did make homemade peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. (And when I say homemade, I literally mean from scratch.) Go me because they were awesome! Last night we had dinner with all but one of my best friends. It was so wonderful getting to have one last dinner of the year with the people I adore. We had lots of laughs, which is always expeceted. It compensated for not getting to ring in the new year with them.
I know that I shouldn'd be such a DD today, for tomorrow starts a new year. A year that is going to be the best year ever. We will be welcoming little Wyatt Hudson into our family and that alone in itself has me more excited than I could ever put into words. I know he is going to steal my heart the moment I actually see him in person. I will have lots of growing up, learning, laughter, and tears in 2011 but I know it will all be worthwhile.
So, in an effort to make the rest of my day a little bit better I will wish everyone a wonderful two thousand eleven. I hope that it is your best year yet!
I know we will have a good of a time as possible considering the conditions, but I can't help but be a Debby Downer about it all. NYE is my favorite holiday. Ever. There isn't a holiday that really even touches it and I'm extremely sad that today, the most glorious day of the year, is just one of those blah days. I've even cried about 3 times today. Pathetic, right? I know that I am probably feeling sorry for myself...considering I won't be with my besties, I won't be getting to dance my little heart out, I won't have a drink at midnight...in fact, I probably won't even see midnight this year. It's all very awkward to me.
In an effort to make me feel better about the conditions, I did make homemade peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. (And when I say homemade, I literally mean from scratch.) Go me because they were awesome! Last night we had dinner with all but one of my best friends. It was so wonderful getting to have one last dinner of the year with the people I adore. We had lots of laughs, which is always expeceted. It compensated for not getting to ring in the new year with them.
I know that I shouldn'd be such a DD today, for tomorrow starts a new year. A year that is going to be the best year ever. We will be welcoming little Wyatt Hudson into our family and that alone in itself has me more excited than I could ever put into words. I know he is going to steal my heart the moment I actually see him in person. I will have lots of growing up, learning, laughter, and tears in 2011 but I know it will all be worthwhile.
So, in an effort to make the rest of my day a little bit better I will wish everyone a wonderful two thousand eleven. I hope that it is your best year yet!
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