Letters to Baby Bit

Dear Baby Bit

I guess it make sense that I pick back up writing to you as your kicks and punches demand my attention throughout the day. I smile to myself as I feel you turn over, hopefully finding a cozy position. Most of the time, your movement makes me smile, but sometimes my bladder is full and you poke, poke, poke it. I get that you don't know that I am currently in the car and can’t get to the bathroom.

My belly is getting so big, it's hard to believe its possible. Everyone is anxious to find out if you are a boy or a girl. In the beginning, everyone was convinced you were a boy. Now it seems that people have their money on a girl. Everything I do is analyzed as clues to your gender. I eat sweets, you are a girl. I am irritable, you are a girl. I am carrying in front, you are a girl. I have always thought you would be a boy just because I can imagine a little toe-headed version of your father running around, but then last night I had a dream that you were a baby girl with a head full of hair. We talk about your features. The ultrasound showed that you’ll probably have your dad’s nose (lucky you!). I think you will favor your Dad’s family. Only time will tell.

You cousin is due this month and Uncle Meg is very ready to meet the new baby. There is so much going on right now as the whole family gets ready for your arrival.

Love you,
Mom

Here you are at 27 weeks:

Husband vs The Bees

Since my drinking shenanigans have been curtailed, we have found other ways to entertain ourselves. Below is my documentation of the Husband taking care of the bee's nest. While typically we would not resort to KILLING the bees, they pissed us off enough that we meant business.

Oh and keep in mind that this is taking place in the dead heat of summer.

Enjoy.

Baby Bit is 23 weeks along

So it's been almost 6 months now so I know it's time for an update. I'll start with some things that I've learned thus far.

Lessons that pregnancy has taught me thus far.


You can never pee on too many sticks when doing so makes that sweet positive sign. It’s like getting a “GREAT JOB” every time.

My husband can’t keep a secret.

The only thing that sucks worse than constant nausea is when it is coupled with fatigue.

My body is no longer under my control – tired? Forget the caffeine and Redbull, just sleep. Allergies? Deal with it. Hungry? THERE IS NO IGNORING IT! In the middle of a meeting? The gas and burps can not be contained.

My body is no longer recognizable– currently my breasts are being consumed by giant areolas that I can’t help but stare at in fascination. You could bounce a quarter off my stomach, which despite all my vain efforts has never been a flat, tight surface.

Knowing is different than experiencing. You can absorb as much information as other Moms, the Internet, your sister and Doctors are willing to tell you, but not until you have experienced any of it do you have a strong realization that words fall short and the descriptions of things like morning sickness and pregnancy fatigue are akin to describing a bullet wound as a scratch.

I am tired of being “cute”. I suddenly empathize with any adult that has a cherubic face, kid-like features or any other quality that one might describe as such.How are you supposed to feel good about yourself when you are just so DARN CUTE! I know there could be worse things but PLEASE the next time you see me, don't say I look CUTE. Any other positive reinforcement will suffice. If it isn't positive, be prepareed. I have discovered hormones make me disgustingly passive aggressive.

And finally on a positive note - Actually SEEING the baby move is one of the most amazing things I’ve witnessed thus far.


Things Husband has learned:

Do not hide chocolate from your pregnant wife.

Do not reference your pregnant wife’s moodiness by saying you hope she gets something to eat soon.

Be careful how you reference your pregnant wife's current size. No matter how positive you paint the picture she will hone in on the word BIG.

There really is something growing in my belly (besides my appetite) He saw it kick this week.

AUGUST ALREADY???

I'm sorry, I know I haven't posted much but consider it a sign of a busy summer. I can't believe how fast it's gone already.

July was a blur kicking off with the annual 4th of July BBQ. Then there was a weekend in Cleveland for two bridal shower's. The following weekend the wedding parties continued with Mo's bachalorette party, a canoeing/cabin weekend. Quickly after that was a family vacation to Dale Hollow, where Mellow Yellow was the star (not breaking down once). While we were skiing and relaxing, Sammy enjoyed adventures being boarded at Doggie Day Care. When she came home we thought she might be sick because we'd never seen her SO EXHAUSTED. No time to relax when we got home from Vacation because it was time for a family get together on the other side of the Fam the last weekend in July.

The blur of July bled into August as we celebrated Momma T's 60th. Happy Birthday Momma, you are beautiful!

Of course all of these events should garner independent blog posts, but honestly I can't find the TIME!

To compound all of this craziness, I still haven't written an announcement post that I AM PREGNANT. Of course, I was planning to announce it with much more fan-fare, especially considering all the time I spent writing about our infertility struggles. There was so much to say at a time when I wasn't telling anyone. The fear of miscarriage, the excitement of success, the planning. I would have written it and posted it all later but the nausea and fatigue drained every good intention from me. Then suddenly I was feeling better and the summer rush was upon me.

Don't worry, many of my upcoming posts will focus on the awe, excitement, utter fascination and HUMOR this experience has brought us. I keep delaying those posts because, as I mentioned, I wanted to ANNOUNCE it first. So consider this The Announcement! BabyBit, is due on Christmas Day, with hopes that he/she will decide to come earlier or later so it's birthday is not overshadowed by Kris Kringle and decorated evergreens.

Internet - meet BabyBit:

It's a dog's life

In preparation for vacation, we decided to check out a new boarding facility closer to home. This new place has doggie day care, is cage free and very close to home – walking distance in fact.

When we inquired about boarding, we were informed that she had to come in for a day to ensure she got along with the other dogs, very important considering the cage free environment. We are not really the “doggie daycare” type, but it was required.

It was a Tuesday before work when I loaded her into the car. Usually sleepy and not really awake when I leave, she was perplexed but eager to wake up as I dug for her leash. As I led her to the car, she danced with happy feet at the excitement of a car ride.

Around the block and down the street, I pulled into the new place. Sniffing, smelling and straining on the leash, I let her pull me inside. Once inside, I met the owner face to face and introduced her to Sammy who’s tail was wagging so hard I have lash marks on my legs. I let her know that Sammy is good with other dogs BUT she tends to have an excessive amount of energy. She will insist other dogs play with her despite the fact that they have exceeded their exertion level.

I waiting for a couple minutes uncomfortably, not sure I was ready to leave her before I decided to go.

I finally departed for work worried that I’ll never be able to manage leaving my kids at daycare if my hemming and hawing about leaving the DOG was any indicator.

I was eager to leave work and hear how she did at her first day with friends. I pull up and she was outside near the fence. She recognized me immediately with the perked ears and alert stance. I called out to her and she looked back towards her new friends, conflicted. She couldn’t get to me from where she was, so she stood there watching me unsure what to make of the whole situation.

I went inside to get her grade. The owner said she was wonderful, a truly happy dog. I was beaming from the pride. She let her inside and Sammy came to greet me, excited to tell me all about her day’s adventures.

She was full of excitement and energy until we got home. Once home, she collapsed on the cool hardwood floor, panting with true satisfaction. From what the Husband tells me, she was pretty immobile the next day, another indication of how hard she played.

As we get ready for vacation, my only worry is that she plays so hard she makes herself sick! Must be a good life.

Remember me?

I'm still here. Guess what, it's SUMMER. That is my only excuse for not posting as of late. The summer schedule has been in full swing and I'm caught up in it all.

The summer kicked off for me and the Hubs with the Warrior Dash. We had signed up eons ago and when the time came to compete, we forgot to train. Oops. It was still a blast, with the obstacles being relatively easy while the uphill trail running and afternoon 90 degree sun depleted what energy we had to begin with.

It was a muddy, wet, knee-scraping competition and we had a blast. At the end we were all smiles behind a wall of mud.



I was disappointed in my lack of athletic ability, but the Hubs was nice enough to wait and walk with me. I think part of him wanted to make sure I didn't really hurt myself. I mean really, I'm not the most nimble. It was much more fun to have someone by your side.

Afterwards we were sprayed down by a guy who was having way too much fun wielding a fire hose. Wet and not even relatively clean, we sat in the sun to dry and people watch. The event was huge and the people watching was never-ending. The boys drank beer while I gnawed on a turkey leg, proud warriors content to spend the day outside.





More summer fun to follow. Come back next week to read about Sammy's First Trip to Doggie Day Care, A Christmas in July surprise and of course our Annual Fourth of July Party Recap.

Random Friday

This week has been busy so this is my Random Friday recap.

We saw baby Lilly this weekend. She is so cute. Evidently she has a strong resemblance to Hubs Grandma. Let's hope she grows out of that.

During the week I was running around with so many things to accomplish, I forgot to pay attention to what Roxie was telling me. That little orange gas light was on all day. I didn't even look down at my dash until it was TOO LATE. Yes, that's right. I ran out of gas. Did I mention that I was ON THE HIGHWAY. I pulled over and turned on the hazards preparing to hear 'I told you so' as I dialed the Hubs. Turns out, he had a feeling something bad had happened and was just relieved that I was ok. He was there to my rescue in record time. Thanks Babe.

My absentmindedness continued throughout the week, putting the peanut butter in the fridge. I know some people keep the peanut butter in the fridge but we do not. It gets hard and cold, yuck. I told you this was a random post....

Tonight is dinner with some of my friends that I haven't seen in a while - YAY.

This weekend I have NO PLANS and I am going to keep it that way. I will instead worship the sun in my back yard - wanna join me Biscuit???

I hope you all have a great holiday weekend!