Belly Bell Grande

I have officially decided that the womb must be like an all-inclusive resort for a fetus.  A constant warm temperature, food and drink on a whim, and never really wanting for anything.  Sounds nice, huh?  When my friend Julie May was pregnant with Molly and then Gabe, she lovingly referred to her tummy as Belly and Bellito.  This was very fitting for Julie.  However, in my case, the more appropriate term is Belly Bell Grande.  Hence the name of Carter’s all-inclusive resort.  If he doesn’t leave soon, can I start charging him double?

These last few weeks have been extremely exhausting for me and unfortunately for Cory, too.  I can’t sleep for more than one hour without having to go to the bathroom or turn over, which unfortunately takes a great deal of effort.  And even going upstairs is enough to leave me winded.  I’m still trying to work, but today I only made it until 2:30, when Carter started protesting to the point that I couldn’t walk!  I have my 37 week appointment tomorrow morning, and am really hoping that things have started to change.  Cross your fingers for me!

Murals and Misery

I’m guest-posting tonight because it’s 10:30 and Lisa’s been asleep for about two hours now.  As of tomorrow, she will be 36 weeks along, and that means she’s reached the point where she’s pretty much exhausted and miserable all the time.  Carter underwent a growth spurt in the last few days and Lisa’s body just hasn’t quite been able to keep up.  From the beginning of the pregnancy, whenever Lisa would exert herself too much and agitate Carter, he would stick his butt (or fist or foot or whatever was handy) outward against Lisa’s belly.  He’s finding reason to do that most of the time now and it can be quite uncomfortable for her.

We went to the OB this morning and everything was fine.  Lisa’s blood pressure was good and Carter’s heart rate was 140.  Dr. Harris was pleased with her progress, though Lisa was secretly hoping he’d send her home on bed rest.  However, he thinks continuing to work will be good for her.  He said it would help to take her mind off of her discomfort.

Preparations for Carter’s arrival are underway.  We’ve started making our packing list and we think Carter’s room is pretty well set.  The furniture is assembled and most of his newborn clothes are washed.  Earlier this week, Mom’s friend Andi finished the  mural.  Check out the pictures below.  We couldn’t be happier.  Stayed tuned for more news. 

Mural and changing table

Mural close up 

Gimme my bootie back!!!

I absolutely cannot wait until Carter gets here, if for no other reason than so that my butt will finally stop hurting!  This sciatic nerve thing stinks. :(   

Other than this, things are progressing nicely. My belly is measuring right where it needs to be and no news is good news on the glucose tolerance test. Thank goodness only one of us in the family has the “betes”.  I have another doctor’s appointment on Friday, which will also come with a Rhogam shot, since it’s likely that Carter and I have different blood types.   This appointment comes only two weeks after the last, so I hope that doesn’t mean we’re already on the two week schedule.  It’s scary to think that we may be that close!  I’m also increasingly getting larger cankles, so Dr. Harris wants to keep a close eye on them.  Although, my blood pressure and weight gain thus far have been great. 

Carter is becoming more active by the day, and has learned that if he plays the bongos while I am trying to eat a healthy dinner, I might just give up and eventually resort to ice-cream!   He already has me playing right into his little hands.  He and I will have it all to ourselves next week, as Cory travels back to B-more for work.  Thank goodness…this also means we have the bed to ourselves.  After 9 years of sharing a bed, sleeping alone in bed looks more and more enticing to me, especially as I grow! Not that I don’t really love my baby’s daddy, but at this point, I’ll take all the extra room I can get.


How much am I willing to pay to make sure I don’t look like a knocked-up baby mama? Obviously not much, because I bought a new wedding ring for $5.34 last week. My once long, delicate skinny fingers have become little snausages…so much so that my wedding ring doesn’t fit anymore. Lucky for me, Baylor was having a jewelry sale in the lobby and I found this little number.

New ring

Carter and I have felt very crowded this week. I constantly feel like I just finished Thanksgiving dinner. On top of that, I’ve got this little creature doing jumping jacks inside. Plus, my left butt cheek has been asleep for the last…I don’t know, month?!? I think we both feel some relief when we’re in the pool. Will it still be warm enough to swim in November? Or, will Cory love me enough to heat the pool in November? The women that have been pregnant 14 times and claim they were the happiest when they were pregnant need to have their heads examined. As much as we’re not prepared yet for Carter to be here, I’m soooo ready for his arrival. Both because I’m excited to see and meet him and because I’m ready to no longer be pregnant.

Cankles are sexy

Let’s see, what’s changed this week? Oh yeah, I no longer have inside ankles!

This is what was going through my head when my prenatal yoga instructor asked what was new since we last met. I discovered this saddening revelation when I got home from work last Friday. I looked at my feet and noticed something was missing. That’s right, it was my cute little ankle bone that I’ve seen every day of my life to this point. Now, looking at the inside of my legs, there’s no difference between my calves and my ankles. Cankles. Thanks, Julie Croom, for the correct terminology. Let’s just hope that I don’t have thankles by the time this is over.

Maybe I should start shopping for baby tights, because Carter has become quite the uterine acrobat. He generally is very active right after breakfast, around 3:00 PM, and again at night before I go to bed. However, he’s definitely our kid because there are no early morning stunts. He likes to sleep in like his mama.

We spent three grueling exciting, but tiring hours registering at BabiesRUs on Sunday. Who knew there were so many kinds of bottles, pacifiers, swings, strollers, play yards…the list goes on and on. So Cory is starting to understand nipple confusion a little more after looking at the dozens of nipple/bottle combinations. He said that he isn’t quite as creeped out by that store as he used to be, but he still walked around with a confused and slightly terrified look on his face the entire time. However, the second hour, I think I had the same expression. At least shooting bar codes with the scanner gun was fun. Maybe I’m being too negative, because it wasn’t all that bad for us. And the grandmothers had a blast. We could barely pull them away from the store or convince them to let things get registered instead of buying them right then. Plus, we settled on a theme for the nursery and found a lot of cute things for Carter.

If you want to see what we registered, you can check it out here.

Sick again but busy days ahead

We had a busy week when Lo and I got back from Maine, but it quickly turned sour.  I got the stomach bug that’s been going around Friday morning.  This is the sickest I’ve been since I was a kid.  I made Cory leave work early to come and take care of me.  He earned his keep.Cory’s dad and little brother arrived from Arkansas on Saturday afternoon.  Unfortunately they had to entertain themselves for two days because Cory got the stomach bug on Sunday morning.  We were all feeling a little bit better by Tuesday, so we were still able to have a good visit with Bart and Will.We have a few very exciting weeks ahead of us as we try to get everything ready for the move.  That’s right,  we’ve decided to move back sooner rather than later.  The plan is to load up our furniture in Baltimore on Monday, June 30th.  We should arrive at our new home in Allen on Thursday July 3rd.  Moving home before Lo joins us should help us to be more settled, and will ultimately save money.  Party at our house on July 4th!!!!   Strong back and arms and willingness to help unload required for admission.

Sleep…precious sleep!

Who knew that growing a baby would be so exhausting? I seriously think that if I let myself, my body would gladly sleep 23 hours of each day! Even with all of the excitement of Frankie visiting this weekend, my body demanded naps in the car both Saturday and Sunday while Cory and Frankie went sight-seeing. Anybody else able to brag that they have slept in a cemetery?

For those who know me well, you must know how much I enjoy my food. But I’m really trying to be good and eat more veggies. This is not the easiest thing to do when you work in a hospital. My theory is that hospitals only serve fatty, greasy foods (soaked in butter) with the hope that it will cause you health problems that they can fix with expensive procedures! Eating in general has been somewhat difficult. I never thought I would have to make myself eat, but that seems to be happening a lot in the evenings. Breakfast is fine, lunch is okay (if I eat early enough), but come 2:00 in the afternoon, my queasiness strikes. Generally the nausea is just an inconvenience, but getting a good dinner in my belly for Lo has proven less than easy.

Even with all of my complaining, I wouldn’t trade this for the world!