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So cute! That is all.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
16 weeks
I wrote this on Sunday, but then the heinous cold/sickness began, sooooo forgive me for just getting it up now. Good news for all you readers: 17 weeks is tomorrow, so new update to come soon!
Nausea
Still gone, but I do still have a few moments that make my stomach churn...few and far between though and usually triggered by the sight of something gross, like most of the stuff A watches on Tosh.0.
Skin
Clear-ish.
Weight/Clothes
Well, at my midwife appointment on Friday I officially hit a limit that I knew I was going to hit, and was sad I was going to hit, but I did. I still weigh less than my husband though, so that's cool. Also, the nurse told me I looked great and was totally normal even though I felt huge, and my blood pressure is low and awesome. Woot!
The shirt in this picture is actually a regular shirt from my collection...just stretched over the bump. Hopefully I can rustle up a photo for comparison...Anywho it is super nice that I am not hiding things anymore so some of my favorite pieces with some stretch can make it back into rotation.
Also, super secret awesome news - we went to the gym this week! Yay! I went walking like an old lady on the treadmill for 40 minutes while A killed himself per usual doing all sorts of things I could never do. In good news about my body image, I had to cobble together a workout outfit - Yoga pants I could roll down, new super large bra, two tank tops (maternity ones are so thin!), and a zipper hoodie hanging open - anywho, when I went over to the mirrored area to retrieve my husband and convince him to head to the fried chicken strip place already, I saw my reflection.
And, I felt good about it. It was obvious that I was pregnant and not just fat, AND my legs and butt still looked good. Yay for feeling awesome and confident...and then eating fried chicken.
Cravings/Aversions
Nothing really yet, I still love Mexican food, but as A consistently reminds me - this is nothing new.
Cramps/Pain
Mild lower abdominal pain once in a while, midwife said not to worry about it - probably just everything stretching and making room.
Mental State:
Pregnancy brain? check.
Worrying that I won't get everything done before baby gets here? (but still managing to ignore most things?) check.
Being a crazy organizer and doing things I probably shouldn't? (like rearranging my entire bedroom by myself because we needed a better arrangement for a Pack and Play {in 7 months}?) check.
Being slightly anxious about the no baby movement thing yet? check.
Oy. CHILLAX Court. Seriously, I don't want you guys to think that I spend my time constantly freaking out, because I don't, but these things are all on my mind. On the positive side, I also find myself daydreaming about my nursery and nuzzling my baby and inhaling all those baby goodness smells.
Nausea
Still gone, but I do still have a few moments that make my stomach churn...few and far between though and usually triggered by the sight of something gross, like most of the stuff A watches on Tosh.0.
Skin
Clear-ish.
Weight/Clothes
Well, at my midwife appointment on Friday I officially hit a limit that I knew I was going to hit, and was sad I was going to hit, but I did. I still weigh less than my husband though, so that's cool. Also, the nurse told me I looked great and was totally normal even though I felt huge, and my blood pressure is low and awesome. Woot!
The shirt in this picture is actually a regular shirt from my collection...just stretched over the bump. Hopefully I can rustle up a photo for comparison...Anywho it is super nice that I am not hiding things anymore so some of my favorite pieces with some stretch can make it back into rotation.
Also, super secret awesome news - we went to the gym this week! Yay! I went walking like an old lady on the treadmill for 40 minutes while A killed himself per usual doing all sorts of things I could never do. In good news about my body image, I had to cobble together a workout outfit - Yoga pants I could roll down, new super large bra, two tank tops (maternity ones are so thin!), and a zipper hoodie hanging open - anywho, when I went over to the mirrored area to retrieve my husband and convince him to head to the fried chicken strip place already, I saw my reflection.
And, I felt good about it. It was obvious that I was pregnant and not just fat, AND my legs and butt still looked good. Yay for feeling awesome and confident...and then eating fried chicken.
Cravings/Aversions
Nothing really yet, I still love Mexican food, but as A consistently reminds me - this is nothing new.
Cramps/Pain
Mild lower abdominal pain once in a while, midwife said not to worry about it - probably just everything stretching and making room.
Mental State:
Pregnancy brain? check.
Worrying that I won't get everything done before baby gets here? (but still managing to ignore most things?) check.
Being a crazy organizer and doing things I probably shouldn't? (like rearranging my entire bedroom by myself because we needed a better arrangement for a Pack and Play {in 7 months}?) check.
Being slightly anxious about the no baby movement thing yet? check.
Oy. CHILLAX Court. Seriously, I don't want you guys to think that I spend my time constantly freaking out, because I don't, but these things are all on my mind. On the positive side, I also find myself daydreaming about my nursery and nuzzling my baby and inhaling all those baby goodness smells.
Heartburn
Still here and kicking.
Nasal Issues
Stuffy, slight bloody noses, etc. Winter is awesome!
The Girls
Anyone who has been reading my blog knows how that is going.
Midwife Appointment Updates
Here is the big stuff.
- The midwife was awesome. It was my first appointment with a midwife rather than a doctor and I loved her. Our practice has 4 docs and 4 midwives and are in one word - awesome.
- Apparently I am on the wrong track for giving birth in the birthing center. Oy. There are two tracks at our practice, the hospital track and midwifery track. The hospital track is all well and good, and unless you are high risk, the midwives still totally take care of labor, etc. The birthing center track means you do it all through the midwifery and give birth in the birthing center.
- I want to give birth in the birthing center because it has awesome private rooms and queen size beds and Jacuzzis. Rock on. Plus I have heard awesome things about it, etc. When I mentioned this to the midwife, she was surprised - I was not on the midwifery track.
- Lame.
- But, she got me on the track! They are actually booked for all of June, booo. But, she is making a case for me since I will probably give birth in July anyway.
- As soon as I started mentioning this, the midwife launched into how supportive they are about medication free birth. Ack! I am leaning that way of course, but with the limited space etc. I feel sort of like I just locked myself into an all natural birth without really talking it through, plus A wasn't at this appointment, so yeah. Alarming, big decisions, ack, I am a freak out queen.
- After reflecting, I feel totes better about all of this, and feel empowered that I have gone ahead and made the decision.
- I have tons of things to do before labor, including a tour, a 6 week birthing class and a third trimester class. She explained that the classes are all great and are basically training for your marathon of birth, which made me feel amped and even more empowered.
- The we talked about fetal movement, I got to hear a heartbeat again, yay precious little reassuring sound, and she reassured me about feeling baby move. The midwife is due in March with her second baby and though she felt her first one move at 16 weeks, she didn't feel this one until 20. I felt better, thank you midwife.
- The next appointment is my 20 week one and the big ultrasound! We still aren't finding out, but we get a DVD of the whole thing. Awesome sauce!
16 weeks, 3 days along
...and I am really excited to finally start feeling prepared and ready for this baby!
On being sick and pregnant
I am sick. And pregnant.
Insert pity party here.
Seriously, I am already like the worst sick person in the world, and now I am unable to take medications to make this go away, or the symptoms go away. That may be a slight exaggeration, as you are totally able to take some medications, but these are what I call "baby" medications.
Don't give me that Sudafed PE stuff that they sell on the shelves - I want the good stuff from behind the counter. Regular strength Tylenol? I had to go out and buy it. We don't even keep that in our home. There are few bottles that don't say extra/maximum/don't take too many or you could die strength on them a la Casa Accelerated Baby.
Alas, none of the "good" drugs are available to me now, so I take this opportunity to throw myself a pity party. Partly because I had to take a sick day, which I have been trying so hard to save up for when the baby actually comes.
Partly because I had a little moment of fear on A's shoulder last night and said, "I am miserable, and I can't imagine having to do this and take care of a baby too...What were we thinking?!" Yeah, moms don't get sick days. (Hardest job in the world? check.)
Partly because every now and again when I cough, or sneeze, or blow my nose too hard I get awesome shooting round ligament pain. (That was the first link on Google y'all, I don't even know if it's a good source...my graduate professors would be so proud.)
And partly because, mostly because, I worry that being sick while pregnant is not healthy for my baby!
I know, I know, irrational and all. But, I worry.
The late 16 week update will be coming later (since tomorrow I am 17 weeks! Woo!), along with how my midwife told me not to worry about not feeling the baby move yet, every pregnancy is different, yada yada...but still. It's there, in the back of my mind. So still, I fret.
Since I worry, I clearly will not cave and do any of the "good" drugs anyway - I will live by my Herman the Humidifier, blow my nose until it is raw, reek of Vick's vapor cream and ignore the fact that my husband guzzled all sorts of good drugs while he had whatever this is that he gave me and the bottles are still lingering on nightstands and bathroom sinks beckoning to me.
16 weeks, 6 days along
...and I am sick of being sick and feeling so pathetic.
Insert pity party here.
Seriously, I am already like the worst sick person in the world, and now I am unable to take medications to make this go away, or the symptoms go away. That may be a slight exaggeration, as you are totally able to take some medications, but these are what I call "baby" medications.
Don't give me that Sudafed PE stuff that they sell on the shelves - I want the good stuff from behind the counter. Regular strength Tylenol? I had to go out and buy it. We don't even keep that in our home. There are few bottles that don't say extra/maximum/don't take too many or you could die strength on them a la Casa Accelerated Baby.
Alas, none of the "good" drugs are available to me now, so I take this opportunity to throw myself a pity party. Partly because I had to take a sick day, which I have been trying so hard to save up for when the baby actually comes.
Partly because I had a little moment of fear on A's shoulder last night and said, "I am miserable, and I can't imagine having to do this and take care of a baby too...What were we thinking?!" Yeah, moms don't get sick days. (Hardest job in the world? check.)
Partly because every now and again when I cough, or sneeze, or blow my nose too hard I get awesome shooting round ligament pain. (That was the first link on Google y'all, I don't even know if it's a good source...my graduate professors would be so proud.)
And partly because, mostly because, I worry that being sick while pregnant is not healthy for my baby!
I know, I know, irrational and all. But, I worry.
The late 16 week update will be coming later (since tomorrow I am 17 weeks! Woo!), along with how my midwife told me not to worry about not feeling the baby move yet, every pregnancy is different, yada yada...but still. It's there, in the back of my mind. So still, I fret.
Since I worry, I clearly will not cave and do any of the "good" drugs anyway - I will live by my Herman the Humidifier, blow my nose until it is raw, reek of Vick's vapor cream and ignore the fact that my husband guzzled all sorts of good drugs while he had whatever this is that he gave me and the bottles are still lingering on nightstands and bathroom sinks beckoning to me.
16 weeks, 6 days along
...and I am sick of being sick and feeling so pathetic.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Oh, Motherhood.
16 weeks symptom and photo update coming later. I have a midwife appointment today that I want to get some answers from first, plus the USN likes to make my husband sleep on his ship every so often, so there was no one to take my photo last night. Boo.
I came across this much posted poem the other day, and I think that i will make a print for myself for the nursery (If I can't find some cute print ready made on Etsy.)
Babies Don't Keep
Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
- Ruth Hulbert Hamilton
16 weeks, 1 day along
...and I hope that I can live the spirit of this poem.
I came across this much posted poem the other day, and I think that i will make a print for myself for the nursery (If I can't find some cute print ready made on Etsy.)
Babies Don't Keep
Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
- Ruth Hulbert Hamilton
16 weeks, 1 day along
...and I hope that I can live the spirit of this poem.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Do you know what is funny?
Boobs. Boobs are funny to many people, or have been at at least one time in your life - it's ok, admit it. And if you are one of those people, then you will love this post. Why? because it is all about boobies!
It is sort of weird and awkward to write a post for the whole world to see about your breasts (Hi Dad! Aren't you proud?), but they are a huge part of this whole pregnancy and motherhood journey that I am headed down, and I want this to be an honest account of all the experiences of said journey.
So, here we go, all about the girls...so far.
Ladies out there, have you ever noticed that your bra size has become, almost, a part of your identity? Well, mine did. Hi, my name is Courtney and I am a 34 B. Or, I was. I was totally happy and fine with my B cup lady lumps (lets see how many slang terms for breasts I can use in one posting, shall we?).
But, then, well then I got pregnant.
And, they started to ache. They were sore to the touch all.the.time. Apparently this was because they were growing and changing, all so that I can supply my baby with nutritious and deliciousovaltine breast milk, when the time comes. Fine, cool, on board, can't wait.
But, along with that growth came the realization that I would need new bras. I figured that I would not need new bras until right before and after the baby made his or her grand entrance. But, that was not the case. Many sad faces came upon me. I love my bras! I have spent years finding the perfect ones, and the cute ones, and the special occasion ones, that would do what I needed them to.
Alas, there I was, a mere 13 weeks along, and I could tell - it was time for a new bra. The VS semi-annual sale was staring me right in the face so I headed over to get some new bras to last me until...I don't know until. Hopefully until I give birth? I happily went into the fitting room with a 36 B, and a 34 C. Surely, I would only need to go up a band size or a cup size, but certainly not both!
Let me tell you that I speak the truth when I say that I left that day with two size 36 C bras.
Identity changed. Tears shed.
(Over bigger knockers, I know. But seriously, I am hormonal and emotional, so I am going to let myself off the hook on this one.)
In comparison to my old bras, these things look ginormous. I should take a photo. Of just the bras. Not me in them. That would be super awkward.
They sure are comfy though.
Overall size of my bosoms is not the only thing increasing and changing though.
How do I say this delicately? My once perfectly pink and dainty 'rosebuds' are now evolving into not-so-dainty and significantly darker full bloomed roses.
Get my drift? (I don't need to hit all your NSFW filters here on this innocent little blog)
I have been assured by other recent moms that they will go back to normal once done breastfeeding for a while, but it is Weird with a capital "W" to look at yourself in the mirror before taking a shower and go - "whose boobs are these?"
I know that there will be many more fun and exciting changes to come, especially when breastfeeding starts and all that loveliness sets in, but it is certainly amazing what a woman's body can do in such a short time. Go biology.
And with that, we will wrap up this edition of "Changes in your Cans with Courtney"
16 weeks along
...and my husband is not complaining about any of the aforementioned changes.
It is sort of weird and awkward to write a post for the whole world to see about your breasts (Hi Dad! Aren't you proud?), but they are a huge part of this whole pregnancy and motherhood journey that I am headed down, and I want this to be an honest account of all the experiences of said journey.
So, here we go, all about the girls...so far.
Ladies out there, have you ever noticed that your bra size has become, almost, a part of your identity? Well, mine did. Hi, my name is Courtney and I am a 34 B. Or, I was. I was totally happy and fine with my B cup lady lumps (lets see how many slang terms for breasts I can use in one posting, shall we?).
But, then, well then I got pregnant.
And, they started to ache. They were sore to the touch all.the.time. Apparently this was because they were growing and changing, all so that I can supply my baby with nutritious and delicious
But, along with that growth came the realization that I would need new bras. I figured that I would not need new bras until right before and after the baby made his or her grand entrance. But, that was not the case. Many sad faces came upon me. I love my bras! I have spent years finding the perfect ones, and the cute ones, and the special occasion ones, that would do what I needed them to.
Alas, there I was, a mere 13 weeks along, and I could tell - it was time for a new bra. The VS semi-annual sale was staring me right in the face so I headed over to get some new bras to last me until...I don't know until. Hopefully until I give birth? I happily went into the fitting room with a 36 B, and a 34 C. Surely, I would only need to go up a band size or a cup size, but certainly not both!
Let me tell you that I speak the truth when I say that I left that day with two size 36 C bras.
Identity changed. Tears shed.
(Over bigger knockers, I know. But seriously, I am hormonal and emotional, so I am going to let myself off the hook on this one.)
In comparison to my old bras, these things look ginormous. I should take a photo. Of just the bras. Not me in them. That would be super awkward.
They sure are comfy though.
Overall size of my bosoms is not the only thing increasing and changing though.
How do I say this delicately? My once perfectly pink and dainty 'rosebuds' are now evolving into not-so-dainty and significantly darker full bloomed roses.
Get my drift? (I don't need to hit all your NSFW filters here on this innocent little blog)
I have been assured by other recent moms that they will go back to normal once done breastfeeding for a while, but it is Weird with a capital "W" to look at yourself in the mirror before taking a shower and go - "whose boobs are these?"
I know that there will be many more fun and exciting changes to come, especially when breastfeeding starts and all that loveliness sets in, but it is certainly amazing what a woman's body can do in such a short time. Go biology.
And with that, we will wrap up this edition of "Changes in your Cans with Courtney"
16 weeks along
...and my husband is not complaining about any of the aforementioned changes.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
I'm not funny...
Or, so my husband tells me all.the.time.
Others seem to think so - some of you, dear readers, think that I am funny and have told me so. God bless you for that. Hopefully someday my kids will think I am funny...and not just funny looking, as the saying goes. (barump-bump)
But today, though I have hundreds of funny pregnancy things to tell you all about, I am not feeling very funny.
Mainly because today I am feeling humbled and amazed by this whole experience.
I started thinking today, that I am a few days from 16 weeks. Ok, ok, I may have already read all of the pregnancy books and calendars for 16 weeks anyway, which got me thinking...
I may start to feel the baby move this week. It doesn't always happen this early for first time moms, and sometimes you don't feel the baby move until closer to 20 weeks. All totally normal.
But still.
A baby moving? and being able to feel it? That is just so crazy to me. And wonderful. I am sort of in awe of my body and nature and this whole journey today.
I have seen the baby move and kick and jump on the ultrasound at 12 weeks. In fact, it took forever to get that little profile photo because every time they went to take a still photo Baby G would spring off the side of my uterus like a trampoline...and then I would laugh...which would jiggle the ultrasound wand...but I digress.
Seeing the baby move was crazy enough, hearing the heartbeat? also crazy and amazing.
But, feeling the baby move? That, friends, is a moment that I have been waiting and hoping and wishing for ever since those two lines turned pink.
15 weeks, 5 days along
...and just as soon as I feel that baby move, you'd best believe it will be up here with an inordinate amount of exclamation marks.
Others seem to think so - some of you, dear readers, think that I am funny and have told me so. God bless you for that. Hopefully someday my kids will think I am funny...and not just funny looking, as the saying goes. (barump-bump)
But today, though I have hundreds of funny pregnancy things to tell you all about, I am not feeling very funny.
Mainly because today I am feeling humbled and amazed by this whole experience.
I started thinking today, that I am a few days from 16 weeks. Ok, ok, I may have already read all of the pregnancy books and calendars for 16 weeks anyway, which got me thinking...
I may start to feel the baby move this week. It doesn't always happen this early for first time moms, and sometimes you don't feel the baby move until closer to 20 weeks. All totally normal.
But still.
A baby moving? and being able to feel it? That is just so crazy to me. And wonderful. I am sort of in awe of my body and nature and this whole journey today.
I have seen the baby move and kick and jump on the ultrasound at 12 weeks. In fact, it took forever to get that little profile photo because every time they went to take a still photo Baby G would spring off the side of my uterus like a trampoline...and then I would laugh...which would jiggle the ultrasound wand...but I digress.
Seeing the baby move was crazy enough, hearing the heartbeat? also crazy and amazing.
But, feeling the baby move? That, friends, is a moment that I have been waiting and hoping and wishing for ever since those two lines turned pink.
15 weeks, 5 days along
...and just as soon as I feel that baby move, you'd best believe it will be up here with an inordinate amount of exclamation marks.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Team Green
No, not as in we are going green (though we try and do that too...and we are going to cloth diaper! Woot! more posts to come on that later)...but, as in Team Green, as referred to on all the baby boards, etc in reference to those not finding out the sex of their baby until birth.
Seriously.
No joke - we are NOT finding out whether we will have a wee little lady or lad until the day that she or he arrives.
The reactions to this news has been....mixed. A and I always said that we didn't want to find out, even before we were seriously talking about having kiddos. We just think it is so fun this way. Most people thought that we would feel differently when we actually got pregnant - but, we don't.
Our parents and tons of older people are completely supportive of us waiting. They all did, and loved it. That, of course, does not include our doctors, midwives and nurses - who are totally supportive, but also shake their heads and say "We will see..."
Some people in our generation think it is fun, and others...well others have said, "How am I going to know what to buy it?"
We get it, this is not the choice made by most couples today. And believe me when I say that I have already designated myself as the weak one. I had a dream the other night about sneaking downstairs after A was asleep to watch our 20 week ultrasound DVD to see if I could tell for myself whether it was a boy or a girl. Ut oh. Me = weak one. Hubs= strong one.
The not finding out sort of grates on my Type A, 'Control Freak Courtney' side, but totally appeals to my "Why not? this will be so.much.fun" side. So, we go with that one. Let's be honest, it also appeals to my, let's-design-and-buy-things-for-a-beautiful-neutral-nursery-that-will-last-for-more-than-one-kiddo side.
We are not planning on sticking to greens and yellows in pre-buying for Baby G either. There are so many awesome things out there now (thanks Etsy!) that have bright colors in red and sky blues, in all sorts of an array of items.
Now, some will argue the whole side of beginning to identify with your baby sooner, being able to call them by name while still in utero, etc. And while I do believe that that is true for some people, and totally respect that opinion, I just don't think I would be able to keep from prescribing a personality for my baby before I actually meet my baby. My imagination runs crazy (why I don't watch horror movies), and I can't really keep it from doing so.
And then there is that whole I-learned-a-lot-about-identity-development-in-grad-school-aren't-I-sounding-pretentious-now-but-I-don't-want-the-sex-and-assumed-gender-of-my-baby-to-be-the-first-thing-I-identify-them-with thing. That point of view is a little too new age for my husband - he just thinks it will be fun to have that moment at delivery. ::shrug::
So there it is. We are Team Green for different reasons and proud of it.
15 weeks, 4 days along
...and I am so excited about all of the posts, comments, Facebook messages, and emails that I have been getting from old friends who are now reading this blog! Y'all make my day. Seriously.
No joke - we are NOT finding out whether we will have a wee little lady or lad until the day that she or he arrives.
The reactions to this news has been....mixed. A and I always said that we didn't want to find out, even before we were seriously talking about having kiddos. We just think it is so fun this way. Most people thought that we would feel differently when we actually got pregnant - but, we don't.
Our parents and tons of older people are completely supportive of us waiting. They all did, and loved it. That, of course, does not include our doctors, midwives and nurses - who are totally supportive, but also shake their heads and say "We will see..."
Some people in our generation think it is fun, and others...well others have said, "How am I going to know what to buy it?"
We get it, this is not the choice made by most couples today. And believe me when I say that I have already designated myself as the weak one. I had a dream the other night about sneaking downstairs after A was asleep to watch our 20 week ultrasound DVD to see if I could tell for myself whether it was a boy or a girl. Ut oh. Me = weak one. Hubs= strong one.
The not finding out sort of grates on my Type A, 'Control Freak Courtney' side, but totally appeals to my "Why not? this will be so.much.fun" side. So, we go with that one. Let's be honest, it also appeals to my, let's-design-and-buy-things-for-a-beautiful-neutral-nursery-that-will-last-for-more-than-one-kiddo side.
We are not planning on sticking to greens and yellows in pre-buying for Baby G either. There are so many awesome things out there now (thanks Etsy!) that have bright colors in red and sky blues, in all sorts of an array of items.
Now, some will argue the whole side of beginning to identify with your baby sooner, being able to call them by name while still in utero, etc. And while I do believe that that is true for some people, and totally respect that opinion, I just don't think I would be able to keep from prescribing a personality for my baby before I actually meet my baby. My imagination runs crazy (why I don't watch horror movies), and I can't really keep it from doing so.
And then there is that whole I-learned-a-lot-about-identity-development-in-grad-school-aren't-I-sounding-pretentious-now-but-I-don't-want-the-sex-and-assumed-gender-of-my-baby-to-be-the-first-thing-I-identify-them-with thing. That point of view is a little too new age for my husband - he just thinks it will be fun to have that moment at delivery. ::shrug::
So there it is. We are Team Green for different reasons and proud of it.
15 weeks, 4 days along
...and I am so excited about all of the posts, comments, Facebook messages, and emails that I have been getting from old friends who are now reading this blog! Y'all make my day. Seriously.
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