Sunday, March 27, 2011

And the bump goes on...

I've not been good about this bump photo thing.  I mean, I take the pictures (or force Blake to take them) but then never get around to loading them onto the computer, much less adding them to the blog.  But, for those of you who have been asking - here is a shot of the bumperoo from about week 31.  So add three weeks growth and about 3 pounds to the bump (and maybe the boobs) and you'll have my current size.  Actually this photo is great, because the actual size of my torso probably now matches the shadow in the background which should be helpful for any of my non-imaginative friends :)  I am happy to report, however, that my head has not grown.  At least not as much as the rest of my body.  I am not happy to report though that my feet and ankles have started swelling... and just in time for spring flats and flip flops.  Maybe a pedicure will detract from the puff?  Add that to the list of things to do.

It's hard to tie my shoes and carrying laundry down the stairs has gotten dangerous, but I can still pick up Toby pretty easily.  He has a harder time than before getting comfortable on my shrinking lap...  Poor guy really has no idea what's in store for him once Sprout arrives.  I'm trying really hard to give him all the attention he could want or need now before I get a little preoccupied with a life that is even more dependant on me than he is.

Even before Sprout gets here, the next couple of weeks are going to be tough on this dog - today he was the victim of a really bad haircut (I know, it will grow back), next Friday he has his family jewels removed and will have to spend the night at the vet's, and then Daddy goes out of town for over a week.  Actually, I might be in for a rougher time than Toby on that last one.

I'm officially at 34 weeks and have another doctor's appointment tomorrow - as long as I can feel Sprout moving around I'm not really worried, but it's nice to have confirmation from medical professionals that things look good.

So, here's to looking good.

Kate

 

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Sprout's First (and maybe only) Bachelorette Party!

The only thing comparably as exciting as Sprout's upcoming birthday this spring is the wedding of my very best friend, Maggie. 

Me and Maggie at Cafe Iberico for lunch

The only thing comparably as anxiety inducing as the thoughts of labor and bringing home a newborn that I may not really know how to take care of is the thought of missing the wedding of my very best friend, Maggie.  Both Sprout's arrival and Maggie's nuptials are scheduled for... the same weekend.  I believe that good things happen in threes though, so maybe, just maybe, we'll get (1) Maggie married, (2) a new baby, AND (3) Kate present for both events.

Me and Maggie pre-shower
Since it's questionable whether I'll be able to make it to Maggie's wedding and serve in my role as Matron of Honor, I really felt like I had to do my very best to show her how much I love her by throwing a great bachelorette party. Enter a weekend of friends, drinks (for the non-preggos), food, fire (don't ask), pretty undies, disgusting pizza, and laughter in Chicago!

  

Mmm, looking forward to red wine...

More food!

  I had a great time planning and I think everyone else had a great time partying.  Here's to hoping that the stars align in May so that I can be at Maggie's wedding to support her and love her the way she's always done for me.

The Matron

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Top 10 Best Things About Being an Aunt

No. 10: I can claim to actually know THE cutest baby in California.


No: 9: Those cheeks!

No. 8: I can be cooler and more fun in her eyes that I will be in Sprout's.

No. 7: I get to watch my brother and sister-in-law be amazing parents (even if it's from afar for now).


No. 6: I get to watch Blake be a doting uncle.

No. 5: I can send her all the stuffed animals, unnecessary but adorable baby clothes, and candy a kid could ever want without being responsible if she ends up spoiled or prone to tooth decay.  Sorry Brad and Rachel!


No. 4: Sprout will have a cousin so close in age!
 
 No. 3: Even more chaos, presents, laughter, and fun at holidays and family get-togethers.

No. 2: Just one more (very strong) reason to take a trip to sunny and warm California asap.

No. 1: This feeling of pride and excitement to see what she becomes.

Monday, March 21, 2011

A Niece is Born!

Our first and favorite niece, Chloe Anne, was born this morning in California!  She weighed in at 7 lbs and 1 oz and 18" long and it sounds like both parents are doing great!

Chloe's arrival means many things to our family, including that it is now only a matter of weeks before Sprout will be here and Chloe will have a cousin!

Lucky Blake gets to go visit the little nugget in April - I'm just hoping that we can all get together this summer.  Let the spoilation begin. 

Love love love to the California Erdels,
Kate

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Seriously? Am I in a time warp?

Where have the last 31 weeks gone?  7 months have vanished from my life.  217 days, crossed off on the desk calendar, just like that.  Events that once seemed so far in the future (Christmas, the ultrasound, my 29th birthday, the glucose test, my first big baby shower) are now in the past. 

I've heard many pregnant women, in the last months of their pregnancies, say "I just want this baby out..." and "I'm so tired of being pregnant...".  As an unpregnant outsider, I always thought that such sentiments were silly and naive.  I mean, once the baby is out, there is no going back.  Life as you know it is over, forever.  You can no longer just get up and go.  You are selfish if you only think about yourself.  You trade in expensive shoes and vacations for day care and baby food.  Not that any of those things are bad or not worth it - just different and life-altering.  My philosophy then was that women should enjoy every day of pregnancy and the last moments they have (of sleep, dining, TV watching, going out, with their spouse) sans baby and not wish away time.

BUT, now that I've hit 30 weeks and actually started to experience some of the real pains and aggravations of pregnancy (late night leg cramps that feel like daggers twisting in my calf, a sore back, difficult sleep and all day tiredness, nervousness about labor, the constant urge to pee (and peeing myself in the middle of the night)), I get where those anxious annies were coming from.  Minus the morning sickness phase and itchy rash phase, being pregnant up to this point has been super easy breezy for me.  The bump was just cute, my ankles were their normal size, my organs had the appropriate amount of space to expand and do their jobs, my house was organized and uncluttered, I could bend over and touch the floor.  The truth is that, out of the oven or still in, Sprout has already changed my life for ever.  Though I'm not wishing time away and plan to try to enjoy these last two months, I get it and will forever bite my tongue when I hear women who are 30+ weeks preggo say "get this thing out of me!" 

Of course I am excited to have this baby resting on my chest or in my arms, rather than on my bladder, but I'm going to enjoy the time I have left as just me. 

Excuse me now, I have to pee,
Kate