I’m at the stage of pregnancy (i.e., the end) where you get to have weekly checkups. Woo hoo! Our house is at the stage where we are likely weeks from completion. Although I’m pretty sure the baby will arrive first, it’s neat to think they’re going to be born around the same time.
Baby update: minus 2, 50% effaced, barely 2cm. That’s a bit of code for those of you who don’t want all the gory details. I’ll be 37 weeks (out of 40ish) on Wednesday, and baby is measuring about a week ahead. I got the all clear to not be on antibiotics for labor and delivery, which is different from my previous two pregnancies! Hurray! So we shall see … today’s exam set off an afternoon and evening full of cramps and contractions. I wouldn’t be surprised if the baby came before Christmas. Then again, I wouldn’t be surprised if the baby waited until New Years. I’m just trying to not set expectations, can you tell?
House update: we have tile and light fixtures and sod! We also have cabinets inside and shrubbery out front. We didn’t get to choose our shrubs, and you better believe those poisonous oleanders are coming out as soon as we move in. I think the next stage is countertops in the kitchen and hardware (plumbing and otherwise) installed throughout. It’s a little insane how fast it’s coming together.
Aside: one of these days I will post as-is from the phone, with all of its stupidly non-helpful autocorrections.
I’m so out of the habit of writing, I couldn’t even think of something to write for the second post. I’m also distracted by the Braxton Hicks contractions I keep getting, which simultaneously is encouraging and reminds me that I am totally not prepared for this baby’s arrival. Unlike the arrival of Seth and Nora, where I was able to start prepping and nesting ahead of time, this baby is coming into a lot of chaos.
When this baby’s arrival became suspected (in April) and we also agreed for my mother to come live with us (June; which has been great) we realized that there would not be enough room for three adults, three children, and three animals. (Alas, now down to two.) So we started the process of building a new house and selling our first house.
It’s December, it’s the only time I think about updating my blog and actually show up at the computer to do it … it must be time for Holidailies again! (And I’m already a day late.)
The last time I did Holidailies, our family was a man, a woman, a preschool boy, a baby girl, two cats, and a dog. Now our family has one less cat (worthy of discussion another time), a pre-kindergartner, a preschool girl, a baby on the way, and we still have the dog. The new baby is due in about 24 days, so that’s just crazy to think about. It also means this Holidailies could be very exciting and/or completely interrupted! We also just sold a house, we’re building a house that should be done next month, and we’re trying not to add anything else to make us even more crazy.
We’re in Houston, so there will likely be no pictures of snow-bedecked houses at this journal. In fact, it’s 84 degrees right now and I’m having hot flashes. I thought that having a baby in December would be better than in July or August, but right now it feels mostly the same … except the air conditioner isn’t kicking on quite often enough.
And if you’ll excuse me, I must go convince my daughter that’s not a picture of a semi truck off in the distance behind Mary and Joseph in her Christmas story book.
Today marks 30 weeks of pregnancy with baby #3. Baby Lamb* and I are doing great, but I’m definitely in the third trimester Fatigue Zone.
I’ve often thought about doing a post about how my morning make-up routine (typical of many women) may seem silly but makes a huge difference in how I look and feel. Today, after tossing and turning all night, was a prime example of the difference it can make!
Top-left: Just foundation and looking exhausted. Top-right: Now with blush and eyeliner, looking a little more awake. Bottom left: now we have mascara and I’ve perked up. Bottom right: As good as it gets – dash of lipstick and a quick brush of face powder to set it all.
I’m not a make-up artist by any stretch, nor do I claim to do it well. But seriously: look at the difference between no make-up (top left) and the finished face (bottom right).
And that, my friends, is why the 15 minutes of make-up time is worth it for me! It saves a whole lot of time that would otherwise be spent all day explaining that I’m not actually sick.
(My disguise kit …)
* Since we have “surprise” babies (don’t find out boy/girl until the birth), they all get nicknames until they’re born. 🙂