This month has been a doozy. We moved, I had concerts, my parents came in town and it was a VERY busy work month. This makes for a very tired mama-to-be.
I was going to go into the details of the month but basically what it comes down to is:
I LOVE my in-laws. We had so many people show up to help us move. The night before moving day Matt's oldest brother came over and helped us move the bedroom set to his parent's house. On moving day, we had people showing up as early as 7:30 to help us. We had 13 people show up and were able to get everything moved by 10:00 AM. We are so grateful to have had that help it made a stressful day so much easier.
I LOVE my husband! Matt has been working tirelessly to get everything done, whether it was packing, moving, organizing, cleaning our old apartment (which this week alone he's spent about 7 hours deep cleaning) I have felt so terrible that I can't be as much help as I would like, or as I should, but he just tells me to sit, or lay, to not over-do it.
I LOVE my family. My parents came in town for my choir concert. They drove down to bring me all the stuff I had left at their house. I loved having them in town. I loved playing games and telling stories and going out to eat. I love that they make the trip down here to hear me sing and how much joy they get out of that.
In other news. We have set the appointment to find out the gender of the wee babe. May 11th we will go to the doctor. Matt's family does dinner on the third Sunday of the month and we realized that the third Sunday in May is our anniversary, it's also the Sunday after we'd find out, so we decided to not find out at the appointment, but to get it in an envelope and open it with his family. I can't believe in 3 weeks we'll know what we're having.
I think we are having a boy. All of Matt's brothers have had boys first. All of my symptoms indicate boy, AND icing on the cake, last week I had a dream that we were having a boy. If we have a girl I will be very surprised, but no matter what we will be so excited to just finally KNOW.
Now the most exciting part. Last night we were laying in bed. I always fall asleep with my hands on my belly. I'm not showing much but when I lay down is when I feel pregnant, my stomach doesn't go in like it normally would and I can feel a little bump. I also know that I'm getting closer to being able to feel the baby move so when we first lay down to fall asleep I pay very close attention to what I'm feeling to see if anything stands out. There was one time last week I felt like I may have felt the baby move but it was so slight and I was half asleep. Last night I was laying there and Matt reached over and put his hand on my belly. I put my hands on top of his and just told him, "even if I do feel something, you probably won't feel it. It will just be internal" and we just laid there and started to fall asleep. Just a couple of minutes later there was a very noticeable kick or something. I gasped and Matt said, "Was that???" as I said, "did you feel that?" I LOVE that we felt the first movement together. I love that last night he just happened to decide to put his hand on my belly. We will always have that moment and I love that we share it.
April has been so busy, but we love our new place. I'm 4 weeks further along, and everything is starting to happen. I can't wait until I start showing and all this weight gain has more of a shape. I can't wait for all that will happen in this next month. We have our babymoon, my first Mother's Day, our first Anniversary and finding out the gender of our baby.
Life is pretty much perfect.
Thursday, April 30, 2015
Monday, April 13, 2015
Our First Home
This week Matt and I are moving out of our apartment into our friend's town house.
We started packing up on Saturday and man I feel like such a light weight. I still don't "Feel" pregnant, or as my friend Shakira so eloquently stated "You don't feel like you know what it feels like to feel like you feel pregnant" Exactly, Shakira, exactly. BUT, when packing I got about 6 boxes filled (I had to take about a 15 minute break in the middle) and I was done. I'd get super light headed any time I stood up and just knew that was about all I could take for the day. Baby was tired.
In that hour we were able to get a lot of stuff packed up. I got all the stuff off the walls (which was sad because it took us about 6 months before we actually started hanging things) I got all of the kitchen stuff boxed up that we knew we wouldn't use (anything that won't go in a microwave) Matt got a lot of the stuff in the office cleaned out. Our goal is, when people come to help us move on Saturday (fingers crossed that we get a lot of help) that all they will have to do is move boxes from the apartment to the truck and truck to town home. We want everything done and ready to be loaded.
Anyway, the point of this post is. We are moving out of our first home together. I'm sure every married person out there remembers their "first home". They probably remember the address, the rent, the stories from that time, but that won't be the case for every house we live in. This is our first, and we are moving out.
Don't get me wrong we are excited to leave this place. Our smoking neighbors. The dirty carpet. The commute. The random yelling fights and calls to the cops (although I admit we open the doors and windows for those things so we can listen in and hear the juice). The stinkin speed bumps every two feet. The long walks to the dumpster just to take the trash out. The volume of the dishwasher. The lack of space.
There are a lot of things we are ready to leave, but still, it's bittersweet. I'll never forget the first day we moved in. We weren't married yet, but Matt was living there for a couple weeks before I moved in. We walked in with our last load of stuff and Matt goes, "Should I carry you over the threshold?" I said, "Do you want to?" he knodded and said, "kinda" and he picked me up and carried me in.
This was the first place I cooked a meal for my husband. It housed our first furniture purchases. This is where I learned that Matt is a lot cleaner than I am, and Matt learned that I don't like when he leaves the shower curtain open after a shower.
This is where we were when we found out we were having a baby. This was where we had our first... argument. This was where we had our first Christmas tree, tiny as it was, and our first Christmas as husband and wife.
As ready as we are to leave, it was a great first home. It's always crazy to box up your life and take it somewhere new, but I just think about all the firsts that are going to happen in our second home and I cannot wait.
Here's to firsts, and new adventures.
Leave a comment and tell me about your first home.
We started packing up on Saturday and man I feel like such a light weight. I still don't "Feel" pregnant, or as my friend Shakira so eloquently stated "You don't feel like you know what it feels like to feel like you feel pregnant" Exactly, Shakira, exactly. BUT, when packing I got about 6 boxes filled (I had to take about a 15 minute break in the middle) and I was done. I'd get super light headed any time I stood up and just knew that was about all I could take for the day. Baby was tired.
In that hour we were able to get a lot of stuff packed up. I got all the stuff off the walls (which was sad because it took us about 6 months before we actually started hanging things) I got all of the kitchen stuff boxed up that we knew we wouldn't use (anything that won't go in a microwave) Matt got a lot of the stuff in the office cleaned out. Our goal is, when people come to help us move on Saturday (fingers crossed that we get a lot of help) that all they will have to do is move boxes from the apartment to the truck and truck to town home. We want everything done and ready to be loaded.
Anyway, the point of this post is. We are moving out of our first home together. I'm sure every married person out there remembers their "first home". They probably remember the address, the rent, the stories from that time, but that won't be the case for every house we live in. This is our first, and we are moving out.
Don't get me wrong we are excited to leave this place. Our smoking neighbors. The dirty carpet. The commute. The random yelling fights and calls to the cops (although I admit we open the doors and windows for those things so we can listen in and hear the juice). The stinkin speed bumps every two feet. The long walks to the dumpster just to take the trash out. The volume of the dishwasher. The lack of space.
There are a lot of things we are ready to leave, but still, it's bittersweet. I'll never forget the first day we moved in. We weren't married yet, but Matt was living there for a couple weeks before I moved in. We walked in with our last load of stuff and Matt goes, "Should I carry you over the threshold?" I said, "Do you want to?" he knodded and said, "kinda" and he picked me up and carried me in.
This was the first place I cooked a meal for my husband. It housed our first furniture purchases. This is where I learned that Matt is a lot cleaner than I am, and Matt learned that I don't like when he leaves the shower curtain open after a shower.
This is where we were when we found out we were having a baby. This was where we had our first... argument. This was where we had our first Christmas tree, tiny as it was, and our first Christmas as husband and wife.
As ready as we are to leave, it was a great first home. It's always crazy to box up your life and take it somewhere new, but I just think about all the firsts that are going to happen in our second home and I cannot wait.
Here's to firsts, and new adventures.
Leave a comment and tell me about your first home.
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
End of the First Trimester and Beginning of Irrational (maybe rational) fears
Saturday marked the start of my second trimester.
As far as pregnancy goes I think I've had it pretty easy. That being said, I have had three colds in the two months I've known I was pregnant and that has gotten really old.
I am starting to show a little bit. Not so much that people would notice, but I can see a little bump.
I am so excited for this new trimester. This is where I feel like all the stuff starts. I'll feel the baby move, I'll really start to show, we'll find out what we're having... so many things that are right around the corner.
We move in about a week and a half and I'm so excited to set up a nursery and start getting our house ready for a baby.
In the beginning I was SURE we were having a girl, then after the last ultrasound I was even more sure we were having a boy, and now I just have no idea. I'm so excited to find out and to be able to start planning. I'm hoping my doctor will let us come in to find out the gender the Friday before our vacation which will be May 1st. I will be at 18 weeks at that point. That is only about three weeks away. I can't believe how quickly this is all happening.
Cravings: I have had a solid craving for salty things. I can't get enough chips and salsa, I love pickles and pepperoncinis, and lately I have had a large craving for thick cut french fries and fry sauce.
I typically have a sweet tooth, but not lately. I have Easter treats at my desk that have been there for about 2 weeks and I barely touch them. Normally, they'd last less than a week. Although I will say, I do crave popsicles or Bahama Bucks (shaved ice).
As for the fears.
I watch a couple of vlogs and in one of them the family was doing an Easter Egg hunt. The mom went with the three year old little boy. It was a city-wide thing and it was at a baseball field. She showed him the field and said, "See alllll those eggs out there? You want to run run run and grab as many as you can with all the other kids" The countdown happened and he went running. He just ran, and ran past about 12 eggs. His mom is laughing so hard reminding him to pick them up. He got knocked down a couple of times, and at the end there are no eggs to be seen but he is just running his little heart out, all over the place. He ended up with 3 eggs and was SO disappointed. My heart broke. "I only got 3.." the look on his face... I was in shambles.
Last night Matt and I watched Finding Neverland, and there is a scene in the movie where this adorable little boy is so sad and crying and I could NOT handle it.
My sister posted a picture of my nephew Nixon who is 7, they went to Lagoon and he was STILL too short to ride the big kid rides. In the picture Brock (his dad) is bending down talking to him, and the look on Nixon's face was too much for me. I couldn't even look at it.
These are not my children, but I put myself in the shoes of the parents and it makes me break. I won't be able to handle my kids getting hurt, being sad, getting their feelings hurt, getting their hearts broken. Just thinking about it makes me ache.
How do you parents out there do it? I'm sincerely asking because that is one part of parenting I don't think I can prepare for. I just want my kid to be happy forever and never hurt.
I know we have no control over this, but how do you handle it as parents.
Jennie? Mom and Dad? Comment!
These are the thoughts of a 14 week pregnant chick.
As far as pregnancy goes I think I've had it pretty easy. That being said, I have had three colds in the two months I've known I was pregnant and that has gotten really old.
I am starting to show a little bit. Not so much that people would notice, but I can see a little bump.
I am so excited for this new trimester. This is where I feel like all the stuff starts. I'll feel the baby move, I'll really start to show, we'll find out what we're having... so many things that are right around the corner.
We move in about a week and a half and I'm so excited to set up a nursery and start getting our house ready for a baby.
In the beginning I was SURE we were having a girl, then after the last ultrasound I was even more sure we were having a boy, and now I just have no idea. I'm so excited to find out and to be able to start planning. I'm hoping my doctor will let us come in to find out the gender the Friday before our vacation which will be May 1st. I will be at 18 weeks at that point. That is only about three weeks away. I can't believe how quickly this is all happening.
Cravings: I have had a solid craving for salty things. I can't get enough chips and salsa, I love pickles and pepperoncinis, and lately I have had a large craving for thick cut french fries and fry sauce.
I typically have a sweet tooth, but not lately. I have Easter treats at my desk that have been there for about 2 weeks and I barely touch them. Normally, they'd last less than a week. Although I will say, I do crave popsicles or Bahama Bucks (shaved ice).
As for the fears.
I watch a couple of vlogs and in one of them the family was doing an Easter Egg hunt. The mom went with the three year old little boy. It was a city-wide thing and it was at a baseball field. She showed him the field and said, "See alllll those eggs out there? You want to run run run and grab as many as you can with all the other kids" The countdown happened and he went running. He just ran, and ran past about 12 eggs. His mom is laughing so hard reminding him to pick them up. He got knocked down a couple of times, and at the end there are no eggs to be seen but he is just running his little heart out, all over the place. He ended up with 3 eggs and was SO disappointed. My heart broke. "I only got 3.." the look on his face... I was in shambles.
Last night Matt and I watched Finding Neverland, and there is a scene in the movie where this adorable little boy is so sad and crying and I could NOT handle it.
My sister posted a picture of my nephew Nixon who is 7, they went to Lagoon and he was STILL too short to ride the big kid rides. In the picture Brock (his dad) is bending down talking to him, and the look on Nixon's face was too much for me. I couldn't even look at it.
These are not my children, but I put myself in the shoes of the parents and it makes me break. I won't be able to handle my kids getting hurt, being sad, getting their feelings hurt, getting their hearts broken. Just thinking about it makes me ache.
How do you parents out there do it? I'm sincerely asking because that is one part of parenting I don't think I can prepare for. I just want my kid to be happy forever and never hurt.
I know we have no control over this, but how do you handle it as parents.
Jennie? Mom and Dad? Comment!
These are the thoughts of a 14 week pregnant chick.
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