Just Shy of 5 Months

My beautiful baby girl will be 5 months old this weekend – 5 MONTHS. Just a moment ago she was a tiny, sleepy, eyes-barely-open newborn and I was convinced she was made of porcelain. Now we have ourselves a giggly, bright-eyed, 14lb sack of sugar with marshmallow cheeks.

This past Saturday Harper rolled over for the first time and while I was cheering her on like a madwoman, Tex walked in mere moments before the big event. (Now I know what parents of Olympians must feel like.) It was pretty sweet having both of us in the room to witness one of her first milestones. Fingers crossed we are lucky enough to witness more major moments together (and plenty of not-so-major moments, too).

In the trend of milestones, Harper will be dedicated at church this Sunday, and we have lots of family coming in town to help us celebrate. Tex joked to Harper that he may not hold her all weekend (this probably isn’t too far from the truth, to be honest — but, we’re happy to share the snuggles with those who get them in much more limited quantities).

I’m already wishing we had more than a weekend to spend with everyone, but this short visit will be a good one, no doubt about it. It’ll be a nice pause before the craziness of renovating and moving takes over, which is just a couple of weeks away.

2016, you’re proving to be a memorable one.

 

 

A Good Sleeper

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I spent a lot of my pre-baby life worried that once I became a parent, I would never sleep again. I had convinced myself that I wasn’t ready to be a mom because I wasn’t ready to be that tired. Well, my fears were unfounded because, as it turns out, we have ourselves a good sleeper. Not from the jump, of course, but by week 6 we more or less had a through-the-night snoozer.

Believe me, I say all this not to brag, but only to point out the irony of it all. The irony being that once Saturday morning rolls around, I am usually up a good hour or two before my chubby cheeked princess and I bide my time, missing her until she wakes up. I glance anxiously at the monitor to see if she’s stirring, trying to distract myself with coffee and Gilmore Girls while I wait.

Though I find it funny, I’m not wishing for a change, not in the slightest (I feel like I might jinx it all just by bringing it up). I am grateful for my champion sleeper, and for the chance to sleep in myself. And, don’t worry, she does remind us every couple of weeks that she is in control and is up and squawking around 4:30am. This is a gift we know full well not to take for granted and praise her for it daily with extra kisses.

P.S. Don’t be fooled by the picture above, our girl is wrapped tight as a burrito in her swaddle at night. We do not take chances around here. 😉

P.P.S. Thanks for being a teeny rockstar, Harper. We love you for it.

 

Weekend in Review

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This weekend was exceptional. It feels like summer is here and, just like every year, I forget I actually love summer until we’re in it. However, check in with me around August and I might have other opinions about the weather. August in Georgia is no joke, friends. Imagine a super-sauna and then crank the humidity up to 1000 and that is what Georgia feels like at summer’s end. But, for now, the weather is swell and let us all soak up our farmers’ tans, grill all our food, and keep our eyes peeled for the perfect baby sun hat. Maybe the last one only applies to me, but it sure is a cute accessory necessity we can all think about for a moment. Something like this or this (to coordinate with mama) is at the top of my list for my teeny girl.

Also of note, my dear, sweet baby slept 7.5 hours Friday and Saturday night… and Pal and I got to do the same! What a beautiful gift (and one I will never take for granted).

On Sunday Harper got to experience her first cookout. A few of us went to our friends’ house and enjoyed delicious food in the great outdoors. It doesn’t take much more than a back porch and a nice breeze to make me happy this time of year and, judging from the picture below, my kid feels the same. It was glorious – steak, veggies, corn muffins from heaven, and blueberry crumble with extra Cool Whip. Harps napped through dinner and this mama said a million thank yous.

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If I can make requests, as I am wont to do, I’d like for every weekend to feel a lot like this past one. So, consider my request formally logged and sent out into the universe.

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Lastly, I leave you with this:

“I’m not a regular mom, I’m a cool mom.” – Mrs. George

So Much To Say

…and yet, there seems to be very little time and/or brain power to get the words out. But, here we are, nearly 8 weeks in and my dear girl gets more perfect each and every day.

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Motherhood has changed me in some of the best ways in my very short tenure as a mama. It has helped me gain patience (which I desperately needed), allowed me to be more kind and forgiving towards myself, and shown me that maybe I don’t need 9 hours of sleep a night (I do, but I’ll take what I can get.).

Motherhood has also given me the ability to feel much more comfortable in my own skin than I ever have. Maybe it’s a shift in perspective, maybe it’s just me getting older, or maybe I have just enough energy to care about what really matters. Whatever it is, I am grateful and happy for it.

 

 

36 Weeks / 9 Months!

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Socks and Sophie

We’ve made it to 9 months! Holy moly people, this is getting really real. Part of me thought I’d be pregnant for the rest of my life and the other part is wondering where the last 9 months have gone.

We’re trying to tie up the loose ends around here to feel as prepared as possible. I’m doing what I can while making time to prop up my fat feet (doctor’s orders!) and trying to remember that slowing down is necessary, hard as it may be. I’ve never been much for sitting still, but am trying to embrace it.

Speaking of doctors, yesterday mine looked at me and said, “It looks like you have a good sized baby in there. How tall are you?” I informed her I was 5’6 and she then asked if my husband was a large man. I told her he is 5’8, so not terribly large, and then she changed the subject. Am I crazy or would a little explanation have been nice? It’s not polite to leave a person hanging after insinuating she may be soon giving birth to the next Andre the Giant. And, truth be told, to me she doesn’t feel that big, despite the fact that every person under the sun seems to think otherwise, and isn’t afraid of letting me know. Though, it’s not like I have any idea as to  what’s going on. Maybe she is actually due tomorrow and maybe the doctors and ultrasound tech were wrong and there really are two in there. I suppose we’ll find out soon enough. 😉

 

Dear Pregnancy Body

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Dear Pregnancy Body,

Please know, first and foremost, I am grateful for you. I’m grateful for your ability to carry and nourish and support this little one, all while knowing what she needs – even when I feel like I don’t. You’ve done a great job of keeping her safe, well-fed, and growing like a weed. So, thank you. However, there are a few things we need to discuss:

  • What have you done with my calves? No, really, the bottom half of my legs can’t possibly belong to me. Truth be told, some most days I feel this way about the entire lower half of my body.
  • Dressing you is becoming a chore. I am uninspired and a few of my maternity options have reached maximum capacity, but heaven help me if you think I am buying anything for you at this stage in the game.
  • I have forgotten what it’s like to put on shoes in silence. Try as I might, I can no longer put on shoes that require tying or zipping without a grunt or an “Oh crap”. Birks with socks has crossed my mind more than once, but lucky for you all, I’m not there yet.
  • Waking up in the middle of the night to change sleeping positions is one of my least favorite parts of pregnancy. There are now multiple pillows to rearrange and nothing is simple when you feel as large and graceful as a walrus.
  • Online window shopping for non-maternity summer duds has become my new favorite form of torture. What will you look like a month or two postpartum, Pregnancy Body? I have no idea and part of me is not looking forward to finding out.
  • The discomfort seems to hit all at once and lasts the entire day. Why bother spacing out the back pain, hip pain, and constant need to pee? Are you just trying to see what I’m made of? On the flip side, the days when I am actually comfortable do not go unnoticed, so I beg of you, do not take them away.

But please, Pregnancy Body, do not feel bad for what you’ve put me through. It’s considerably less than most and I figure I have to go through a little (labor not included) before I get handed my mom card.

Additionally, there are some upsides to this pregnancy business (other than the ultimate prize at the end of it all).

  • There is currently little guilt associated with treating myself to ice cream (and pizza) on a more-frequent-than-normal basis. I do try to balance it out with lots of veggies and mixing chia seeds into anything that makes sense, I promise.
  • I get lost watching her kick and shift around, and as much I try to share/document the more noticeable movements, it really seems like she is saving those crazy somersaults and karate kicks just for me.
  • People are pretty nice to pregnant women. Recently I was able to jump two spots ahead at the farmers’ market turkey line… on a Sunday. For those of you who don’t know the DeKalb Farmers’ Market, kindness like this in the meat department is not something to be taken lightly, especially on a weekend.

In conclusion, Pregnancy Body, I guess you and I are still on okay terms. I’ll take the good with the bad because really, we’re in the home stretch now anyway.

xo,
Me (and baby)

34 Weeks

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Here I am, smack in the middle of my 34th week, and look! there’s a picture of me in a public bathroom. Will selfies (bumpies?) ever not feel terribly awkward?

It’s fair to say that the second trimester energy has faded quite a bit and, while I’m still feeling pretty great, there is noticeable discomfort here and there and weekends equal sleeping 10 hours at night and napping after lunch. But hey – no complaints here – I know I’ve had it pretty easy so far. Also, the “It’s time!” dreams are occurring once a week or so and they are nothing short of bizarre. Let’s hope that when this goes down it’s not because a surgeon shows up at my house telling me that baby is getting too much oxygen in her eye sockets and requires an emergency c-section.

I came across a couple of fantastic blog posts this week that were all too relatable and I couldn’t help but share. The first, from Kate Baer – Essays for Motherhood: A Parenting Guide for the Millennial Mom, has made me laugh out loud more than once. I can’t stop reading it. This collection of potential chapter titles needs to be made into a real book and fast. Here are a few of my favorites:

  • Dressing Your Bumps: A Buyer’s Guide To Clothing A Large Mammal With Dignity
  • I’d Like To Be Naked, Wearing A Wide Brimmed Hat, Listening To Sufjan, And Immersed In Water: Finding A Birth Plan That Doesn’t Sound Like The Plot To A Psychological Thriller
  • Nobody’s Sleeping, Not Even The Dog: A Comprehensive Guide To Napping While Standing Up

The second post, from Happily Hughes – Why Postpartum Sucks, was as terrifying as it was appreciated. Oh, the things we have to look forward to around here. Fingers crossed that Pal and I will be so in love with our teeny one that we will quickly forget the hormone-filled, physically painful parts of postpartum life. And if not, well, we’ll all survive one way or another. 😉

That’s all there is to report for now. I suppose it’s time I found the energy to dust and vacuum my house. My motivation must be around here somewhere… maybe you’ve seen it?

P.S. – Jamie and Jeff’s birth plan and note to the babysitter may induce cry-laughing.

32 Weeks

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32 weeks is, “Are those my feet way down there?”

32 weeks is back to being full-body tired, but also waking up entirely agitated several times a night.

32 weeks is simultaneously wanting to nap and clean my house, but since I’m at work, all I can do is sit here and think about how dirty my floors are and how my fridge could use a good scrubbing. (Hi, nesting hormones! Nice to meet you.)

32 weeks is craving any food anyone has, mentions, or is viewed on Pinterest. (Is there a pregnancy filter available on Pinterest that removes all tempting foods? It’s a new kind of cruelty to see a picture of a cupcake and not be able to make that cupcake materialize.)

For your entertainment, the short list of foods I’ve craved since 10am:

  • watermelon
  • my coworker’s garlic potatoes
  • vanilla cupcake
  • fro-yo
  • another coworker’s turkey/cheese wrap thing
  • bread pudding

32 weeks is no longer being able to see my feet when I walk down stairs, so instead I stare off to the side of my belly to make sure I don’t wipeout.

32 weeks is watching a birthing video and not being terrified, but tearing up because it’s the most insane and beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

32 weeks is under two months to the main event. Woohoo!