Fifteen Weeks - Good evening, Orange!

This morning I got a 15 Week Newsletter from some pregnancy website.  It made me cry.  First, it said something along the lines of "you're probably feeling awesome and full of energy - enjoy, this is the best you'll feel."  Um, great, still nauseous and taking so many meds for that I barely keep my eyes open.  Second, to add insult to injury, this website recommends raiding your husband's closet for clothes before going out and buying maternity wear.  Like I could fit into B's small waisted clothes even when I was wedding day perfect skinny - ugh - good advice for someone who feels like a beached Shamu!  Whew - ok, I got that out of my system.

In better news, I'm slathering myself in cocoa butter to try and keep away the dreaded stretchmarks, and I smell like a delicious cake.  Yum!

xoxo
ak

p.s.  Baby, I'm not sure, but I think I felt you move today.  It could've been those wings I ate, but it felt distinctly different.  Keep dancing in there!

Boom Puddy

When I was little, my mom used to read a book to me where a little boy (some sort of animal?) had to go to the doctor, and the doctor listened to his heart.  In the book, his heart sounded like "boom puddy, boom puddy, boom boom boom."  Through the years, we've used that phrase so many times, and I even have caught myself saying it to B.  Sitting in the doctor's office yesterday waiting for her to find the baby's heartbeat, it went through my head over and over.  "Boom puddy, boom puddy, boom boom boom."

I was so focused on the booms and the puddies that all the sudden when the real heartbeat filled the room I suddenly burst into tears.  It was such an amazing sound, and more than anything, I wished that B could've been there to hear it with me.  It sounded more like "whoosha whoosha whoosa" than "boom puddy", but it was still the most beautiful sound I've heard in my entire life.

"Whoosha whoosha whoosha" sounded a whole lot like "I love you, and I can't wait to meet you."

xoxo
ak

p.s.  Baby, I may have started crying this morning when my favorite pair of jeans didn't button all the way.  So, I bought a belly band which allows me to unbutton my pants and use the band to hold them up.  I'm pretty sure it's the most amazing invention ever.  I think you will get used to seeing Mommy wear it out for large sushi dinners and on holidays. 

Week 14 - Hello, Lemon

xoxo
ak

Knocked Up

Thanks to the channel E!, I have watched the movie "Knocked Up" three times in the past three days.  I have been especially fixated on the delivery scene when she screams "I FEEL EVERYTHING!!!!!!"

Suddenly, throwing up my breakfast doesn't seem so bad.  I think I'll just stay pregnant for as long as possible.

xoxo
AK

p.s.  Baby, at the end of the movie, a song plays in the credits that makes me cry every single time.  It's called "Daughter" by Loudon Wainwright III.  It doesn't matter that you may not be a girl, just thinking about providing everything for you and your little life and knowing already that I am hopelessly wrapped around your tiny finger makes me so happy/weepy.  "Everytime she blinks - she strikes somebody blind.  Everytime she thinks - it blows her tiny mind."  I love you.

Happy Birthday, B!

Happy Birthday to the most amazing man I know, my husband, B!  Thank you so much for the Gatorade runs, nights of cooking, days of sweeping up Daisy's hair, your patience, and for knowing when I'm having an awful fat/nasty day and telling me I'm beautiful.  I thank God for you every single day of my life.  You're the best....around!



xoxo
AK

p.s.  Baby, your Daddy says good morning to you every day and always points out good songs to you when they come on the radio.  I think you're going to be lucky to have him around.

I almost forgot...

For those of you asking for a belly pic, here you go! Haha - while my belly betton is stretched out all weird, and you won't catch me wearing any lycra bodysuits, I don't think it's really visible to anyone else yet.  In fact, I look pretty darn good in this picture - what setting did you use, B?  Fun house mirror skinny setting?

xoxo
AK

p.s.  Baby, don't worry, you're in there - you're just petite right now :-)

Madden F.

What a crazy week!  Last Wednesday, B and I left to spend a long weekend at Family F's lake cottage up in Michigan.  The weather was beautiful, AB gave a repeat VIP performance allowing me to eat everything in sight, and Daisy got her fill of rolling in the sand for hours on end.  So much cuter when it's someone else's house she's tracking that sand into....

We finally got some sun on our pale city folk faces and totally relaxed for the first time since our honeymoon over two years ago.  Seeing B not able to connect to the internet was amazing.  I'm not sure he would agree, but I think his fingers were happy to not be scrolling through email on his phone the entire time.  All in all, it was a fabulous time spent with fabulous people, and I can't wait to visit again as a family of three...er four (sorry, Daisy)...next summer!

In baby news, we've got a peach this week!  AB is the size of a peach and is developing vocal cords.  The little things like that just amaze me.  I got out of taking Sex Ed in high school by taking two cooking classes instead, so maybe I missed out on this lesson, but I didn't realize how all of these body parts and systems developed.  I always thought of babies as being these tiny complete humans (that look like the prize in the King Cake) that just have to grow bigger inside the womb until they can survive.  Thanks a lot McCutcheon High School for failing to make me memorize things like at which week does a baby begin to create their own waste, and where do it go?

B's 33rd birthday is on Monday, and for his present, he decided he wanted the new Madden football game for his Playstation II.  Having the past few days off from work, he's been playing this new game a lot, and gets into quite a trance while doing so.  Tonight while watching him slip glaze eyed into video game heaven, I casually suggested that we name the baby Madden F.  Without missing a tackle, he said, "Uh-huh, sure, honey."  That was too easy.  Next time I see that face Mama is asking for a new pair of Seven jeans!

xoxo
AK

p.s.  Baby, I will never understand why Daddy decided he would rather play fake football when there is real college and pro football on tv right now.  I think it just shows that Mama is a better fan, and that you would be smart to cheer for the Hoosiers and Da Bears!