Showing posts with label 2nd Trimester. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2nd Trimester. Show all posts

Must Haves for 2nd Trimester

1. Old Navy Tank Tops - These are a life saver for the wardrobe.  I have one in practically every color and wear them every day.  They are actually from the normal section.  Normal....makes me feel so much better and less of a huge whale.
 
2.  Sunscreen - I don't know about you, but I burn sooooo easily while pregnant.  However, I am making the switch to lotion SPF because I am apparently an idiot when it comes to spraying.  So far my zebra burns are not looking so great. 
 
3. Orange Gatorade - This is my number one craving.  I dream about orange Gatorade.  I wake up thinking about orange Gatorade.  I keep our fridge stalked of the good stuff.  I just can't get enough.  Luckily my students figured out that bringing me a bottle of orange gold was the quickest way to suck up to me!!

4. Slushi Machine - Quite the life saver for both a 4 year old and a pregnant mama during these hot summer days.  
 
5. Mahjong - Yes, I am an 80 year old women at heart and love to play Mahjong.  It let's me zone out on those nights (aka, 6 or 7pm in the evening) that I just can't get comfortable.  Don't worry, I was totally addicted to this super awesome game in college too.  I was really cool. 

6. Bio Oil - I bought a small little bottle of this not knowing if I would like it.  I freaking LOVE it.  I put it on twice a day on the huge bump and lower back.  I also put it on my zebra sun burns since I am an idiot with spray sunscreen.  Works like a charm.  

7. Body Butter - I am loving the smell of coconut.  Non-pregnant, I can't stand lotions that are too fruity or flowery.  But this one smells like a dream to me.  I lather it on all over twice a day and I smell like a walking pina colada.  Perhaps that is the appeal. 

8. Wedge Pillow - My belly sits low and out.  (Feel like that should be a rap song.)  And it is a necessity that I wedge a pillow underneath at night.  Right now the pillow count is to 5.  Poor gator guy just knows to not even question my pillow madness.   

9. Target - ummm....do I need to say anything more???

10. To Do Lists - I freaking forget everything.  Seriously everything.  So I have to make a to-do list each day.  Yes, I will even put "Take a Shower" as it is one of those things that just doesn't get done very often in the summer.  


Posted in: , , , on Thursday, June 27, 2013 at 0 comments  

20 Weeks and The Big U/S

It seriously feels like Christmas. I tossed and turned all night in excitement for today...The big Ultra Sound where we find our boy or girl.

My initial thought is girl since this pregnancy has been so different than Mr. T. But I have now prepared and imagined boy so much that now I just don't know!! My students lean toward girl and more importantly Mr. t says girl too. So far he's five for five on predicting recent friends' babies. I say we either take the kid to Vegas or he's due for a missed one. We shall see!!! In 8 hours!!!



Posted in: , , on Tuesday, May 21, 2013 at 0 comments  

Pregnant at Prom - 14 Weeks

Well this was a first for me...Pregnant at the Prom. Oh-so-proud. Obviously just a chaperone but still had a great time. The kids all looked fabulous. However it is a must to completely ignore the bumping and grinding in the middle o the dance floor. Your eyes will be forever scarred.

The cutest moment was watching all 750 students do Cupid's shuffle. Boys love this one. I think it's because it has instructions and tells them what to do. Life lesson in there somewhere.

Posted in: , , , , on Sunday, April 28, 2013 at 0 comments  

Whoa Belly vs Belly Envy

So the grass is always greener on the other side, right? I hear my pregnant girlfriends talk about "Belly Envy". How they so wish they were showing...and therefore a visible reason to why they are feeling like crap.

For me...it was "Whoa Belly". I started showing on day one. Ok, not really...but really freakin early. At the time, I thought that was totally normal. But now that I am watching my two friends go through the 40 weeks and now that I am a part of the Mom Club where I pay attention to other Bumps out there...I now realize why I got all the comments like, "Oh wow, you're only 16 weeks!", "Are you sure there is just one?", "Oh Honey, you are about to Pop".

So here's my progression. * Warning...Below is one Gosslin-Octo-Momish-Belly:

12 weeks
Seriously, this was actually there that early!


16 weeks
This was at a girls weekend in Vail and I remember we were all
freaking out at how huge my belly was....
if we only knew what was to come...


20 weeks
This is the day that we found out Mr. T was going to be a Mr.

24 weeks
Still sporting the "active" look.
Realistically, my activity was walking to and from the lightrail.

28 Weeks

31 weeks
This was 5 days before Bed Rest...
SIX weeks of Best Rest

34 weeks
And yes, there's that bed rest "fat" face
38 weeks
WHOA BELLY - And to think that I still went 2 more weeks after this!!
So who knows just how big I got on the final day...
either way, I can tell you the cameras were put away!
Talk about defying gravity!

Posted in: , , , , , , , on Monday, November 16, 2009 at 3 comments  

Oh JoePa

So even before we found out that Mr. T was going to be a boy, I'm pretty sure that my hormones were trying to tell me something. How is that you ask? Well, I seemed to be crying at everything sports related.

I of course cried while watching Rudy (but come on...that's a freebie, because who doesn't?!?).
But then you throw in Cool Runnings. When that team picks up their bobsled at the very end and everyone starts to clap....Water works for Kat!And let's count how many times I cried at the Bronco Game:
1. For the national anthem.
2. For the Fly By
3. When the team ran out
4. For Each and EVERY time the Broncos scored. Which I think was only 3, but still. I was a sobbing mess. Luckily I had sunglasses on and my dear husband (Gator Guy) just kept his laughter to himself.
5. And then when we lost....to Miami

But the most memorial was the first time in my life that I cried while watching ESPN's College Game Day (Here is the second)

Here I was, sitting next to Gator Guy, reading the paper...or really just looking at the ads, and drinking my coffee (yes, coffee), when College Game Day begins their heart felt story of the day. I have seen these stories before, and I know that they can be touching just like Extreme Make Over Home Edition.

But the second I look up and see Joe Paterno, I begin to tear up. First of all, we are Bronco Fans, Gator Fans, and Ram Fans. I have never had an attachment to Penn State...until this day. Once ESPN queued in the music (The Story by Brandi Carlile), the waterworks began and I was a sobbing-snotty-mess that we have seen before. The hormones had taken over.

And so, join me in a moment to honor Joe Paterno. JoePa. Papa Joe.

"Believe deep down in your heart that you're destined to do great things." - Joe Paterno

"Besides pride, loyalty, discipline, heart, and mind,
confidence is the key to all the locks." - Joe Paterno

"Its the name on the front of the jersey that matters most,
not the one on the back." - Joe Paterno

"You have to perform at a consistently higher level than others.
That's the mark of a true professional." - Joe Paterno
"Losing a game is heartbreaking.
Losing your sense of excellence or worth is a tragedy." - Joe Paterno

"Success without honor is an unseasoned dish;
it will satisfy your hunger, but it won't taste good." - Joe Paterno

"The will to win is important, but the will to prepare is vital. " - Joe Paterno

"When a team outgrows individual performance and learns team confidence,
excellence becomes a reality." - Joe Paterno

Posted in: , , , , on Friday, November 13, 2009 at 0 comments  

4th Down and Inches


There comes a few times in your life when you are at 4th Down & Inches and need just a little bit more. When you lay down on the bed to get those pants zipped up, do a few squats in hopes that your jeans will stretch, or need breathing room after that big Thanksgiving dinner. But the time when I really needed a few more inches to make it to the next play...was of course my pregnancy. I honestly had no clue what maternity pants were all about. And after the first shopping experience with my mom I quickly decided that I would make my current clothes work for as long as I could.
First of all they throw in the belly pillow in the dressing rooms like that is suppose to make you feel better. I don't know about you, but my first thought was, "How many bare tummies has this thing touched". And then I thought..."Surely I won't be this big for quite some time" WRONG. So since the elastic-leotard-make-me-feel-like-Steve-Urkel maternity pants were not in the front of my wardrobe right away, I needed some time. A Time Out. A Delay of the Game.

Bring on the Rubber Band Expander.

Step One:
Get yourself your favorite pair of jeans that need that extra oomph
and a rubber band or elastic hair band.


Step Two:
Loop the Band through the hole where the top button goes.

Step Three:
Attach both sides of the band around the button.
And BAM - you've got yourself an inch or two.

Now because of the elasticity of the Rubber Band Expander,
this can get you even a little bit more as that belly expands:


But Please, go get yourself a pair of the elastic-leotard-make-me-feel-like-Steve-Urkel maternity pants if your Rubber Band Expander looks like this:


p.s....Don't forget to zip up your pants and do not drop your band in the toilet
(Been there...done that.)

Posted in: , , , , on Sunday, November 8, 2009 at 0 comments  

Can I Touch Your Belly??




I remember it so clearly. The first absolute stranger that touched my pregnant belly. Here I was at 16 weeks and showing very early. I was feeling the burst of 2nd tri energy and in Vail for a conference. I even remembering at one of the cocktail hours, (sipping my water) just absolutely loving the smell of whiskey....seriously, apparently the hormones turn me into Toby Keith's little Whiskey Girl.

Back to the belly touching...

I have never quite understood why a complete stranger would ask to touch someone's belly. Would I ever ask to touch your tattoo, scar, love handles, or double chin?? I don't think so!! And so here I was, talking to one of my favorite IT vendors, when her co worker, asks..."Can I Touch your Belly?"

Of course in my mind he had a James Earl Jones kind of voice that echoed as if he was announcing to be my Father or Mufasa high in the clouds. His leaned across the table with his Ginormous hands that could palm a basketball like it was a child's toy...actually moved my name badge out of the way... and rubbed my belly. Rubbed it. Hello, does my name badge that you just moved out of the way say Buddha? Negative Ghost Rider. I very quickly excused myself...and called it a night.

Posted in: , , , , on Tuesday, October 20, 2009 at 0 comments  

The Beginning of the Bump

It's very interesting to me now. A year ago, I was so happy of my new Bump, that I wore it proudly. I was surprised and excited that I started to show so early. I also found it funny that some thought I was just "pushing" out my belly to get that pregnant glow so early. Now, I don't know about you...but I think my stomach muscles are pretty well trained for those tight-dresses-or-bikinis-when-you-suck-in-as-much-as-you-can days. But either way, the Bump was there and I was feeling fantastic.

That was then...and boy is it different now. Now, my so called "bump" is still there. However, it is definitely not the cute bump that I proudly wore around town during the 40 weeks of pregnancy. Now...I am very grateful for the style of clothing with empire waists and flowery patterns that can hide my very similar bump that I used to be oh so proud of. Here are some of those first proud moments:


Posted in: , , , on Saturday, September 12, 2009 at 0 comments  

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