Showing posts with label pregnancy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pregnancy. Show all posts

Dear Pregnant Body,


Dear Pregnant Body,

You continue to change just about every tiny inch of me and the way I function every single day. I get it. It's a freaking miracle and all. But what the heck is with the middle-of-the-night-make-me-want-to-effing-scream-Charlie-horses??


This symptom is just down right cruel and just not fair.  Is the sensation of my calf muscle cramping up and not letting me breath suppose to prepare me for the real contractions?? Both are painful yes. But come on pregnant body!!! If anything it wakes me up and leaves me in a pissy mood.

So thanks pregnant body. Now I need to try to calm myself down each morning and get my positive mojo back meanwhile hating you!! 

Xoxo,
 
Kat

It's the Little Things



I am seriously so darn lucky.  It has been a rough week with how I have been feeling emotionally and physically.  (3rd trimester SUCKS!!)  And it has been even more frustrating with both my OB and thyroid doctors on vacation and unable to answer my questions.  But Gator Guy is my rock.  He is always there for me and surprises me with the little things.  

Today I got an ecard telling me to feel better. So simple, and yet means so much.
Get Well Hug!

It reminds me of when we were just young and in love and AOL was cool.  We would send ecards all the time to each other, and I remember spending hours looking at websites for the perfect card with the perfect song just to say hi.  It was just what I needed today.


And even more kudos were given to Gator Guy this weekend.  I spent most of the time in bed and he came home with a big smile on his face saying he bought something at The Man Store (a.k.a. Lowes) for the baby.  Totally confused at first but then realizing that it was at the Man Store that had the perfect chandelier that I wanted for the baby's room.  I of course have been on a hunt for a cheaper version, but he thought he was a necessity and a perfect little gift from him to her.


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He is truly amazing. 

Some Days Just Require

At least 3 naps....for Mama.  That is what today has consisted of. 


Best quote of the day (which is probably a direct quote from me) is when Mr. T came up and said, "Mama, pregnancy is hard, huh?".

Damn straight its hard.  Damn straight. 

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.  


21 Weeks and So Far To Go

So I am terrible at posting any updates but here's the last pic I took of the expanding belly on May 31 at 21 weeks. (Reminder to self...take more pictures so I can remember everything!!) 


I will also be completely honest....I look all happy in this pic, but pregnancy sucks!!!  I know there are many women who just love being pregnant.  But I am definitely not one of them.  It is very hard to see my body change, to not have the energy I normally do, and thankfully I can feel kicks on a consistent basis now which keeps me in those giddy moods.  Yes...I know the end result is all worth it.  And perhaps this is just a bad day for me, but I do find a little relief knowing that this is our last.  However, it is the October 8th due date that seems SO FAR AWAY!!!!

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!!!



What I Miss Most

Gator Guy is drinking this while we enjoy one of the first 70 degree days. I am Oh-So-Jealous. I know I've done this before but as the school year is coming to a close and summer break is right around the corner...I JUST WANT A BEER!!


Three Plus One Equals Four!

So clearly I have lost the priority to blog like it did in my good ol days.  And even though there are realistically only two people that actually read my blog (Thanks Gator Guy and my Bestest E), I realized that it is also how I keep track of everything.  Yes...I rely on my electronic scrap book to find out when my child walked, we went on vacays, and of course highlights of the Bach and Broncos.  

But obviously it is time that I shout out our big announcement....


We are adding another Babe to the Fam!!!  Due Oct 8th and now 15 weeks along!!!

Just Look at that Belly...

Hilarious.

Next on the Menu...












A conversation from Happy Hour:

Kat telling Val about BFF's pregnancy:  "Yeah so she has Placenta Primavera."

Confused looks

Kat:  "Wait, that's not it.  Isn't that a pasta?"

My Dearest T:  "I think I made that for dinner last week."

*And yes, I know the correct term is Placenta Previa

No Poise for Me

When you look up the definition of Poise, it states:

1.        a state of balance or equilibrium, as from equality or equal distribution of weight; equipoise.
2.        a dignified, self-confident manner or bearing; composure; self-possession
3.        steadiness; stability

But what does Poise mean to me?  PAIN. Absolute PAIN.

So leading up to the Big Birth Day, my sister-in-law reminded me that I should pick up some pads.  Very. Large. Pads. Now, I have to admit that it has been since I was 12 since I last purchased or used pads, so I didn't really know what I was looking for.  But I figured the bigger the better.

Here I was in Target, looking at all the different pads out there, when I very quickly decided on a box of Poise.  Quick...because I didn't want anyone to think I needed Depends, nor did I want anyone to ask me when I was having my twins.


Fast forward to our new family of three back at home:

Gator Guy and my Super Mom both heard me yell out from the bathroom, "Get. The. Vicodin."

You see, there is a difference between sanitary pads and Poise pads.  The difference is what caused me PAIN.  The difference, is that sanitary pads just soak.  Poise pads....PULL moisture.  Yes....Think about it.  Especially those mom's out there, think about it.  And especially those that had freaking stitches like I did...think about it...and cringe.  PAIN.

Shake my belly like bowl full of....bread dough

That's right.  The moment is here.  The moment I am going to regret....The moment I am going to  post my belly 7 days after giving birth.

Let's just remind ourselves the before shot at 38 weeks...defying gravity, looking very octo-momish:









And now the 7 days after...


That's right, you can be officially grossed out with me.  And what does it feel like you ask.... Bread dough.  Mushy gross disgusting bread dough. And again, I ask you to please remind yourself of my rule #1.  Because you have to be honest, if you saw the bread belly in public, you would think...aww, how cute!! I wonder when she is due??And then I would proceed to kick you in the shin.  So again, please remember rule #1.  

But you wanna know what I was the most excited about:



BEER!  Ok, maybe that wasn't the #1 exciting part of post pregnancy, but that 5 barrel micro brew sure tasted great...Not to mention I was drunk after one beer like a girl at prom.  But more importantly and hoping you scroll down from the bread belly.... check out this cutie at 7 days old:

Tiny Mr. T

My Very Unnecessary Emergency Kit

So when I got the BFP and spread the word to work, I began to have an irrational fear of my water breaking at any moment. In my fearful hormonal mind, it would happen when I would be sitting in a Board Meeting, would have to excuse myself, while saying, "Sorry about the chair, I will buy you a new one."

Or I would be sitting on the LightRail, and would experience giving birth on public transportation. That really happened in my city...she was on the news and everything. So let me tell you, I would much rather have my 15 minutes be for something WAY better than bringing my little one into the world while singing the Wheels On The Bus Go Round and Round.

And so, my irrational fear carried over to my Unnecessary Emergency Kit, in which I carried around in my purse for weeks (probably the entire 3rd Trimester). My kit, was a small little make up bag:


And inside was:

Yes, a doggy pee pad.
(Just the pad, not the dog) And now you ask, what the heck was I going to do with the Doggy Pee Pad?? I HAVE NO FREAKING CLUE!!

Its not like you know when your water breaks to pull out the absorbent material. And its not like your water breaks, and then break again for a second time. I think I always imagined that if my water did break and I was forced to be on the LightRail, cab, or in a coworkers car, I would sit on the Doggy Pee Pad to make them and me feel better about ruining their leather seats.

I know, this does not make any sense. But I made sure I had this little Unnecessary Emergency Kit with me everywhere. Crazy Hormones.

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!

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

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.)

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