Friday, October 30, 2009

99 bottles of beer on the wall...

Looked up at my ticker and saw 99 days left, and that's what popped into my head. Sometimes I think wonder/think that's what it's going to take to get me through to February!

It's actually not that bad, but there are some days when I wonder. Either way, under 100 days. That's just 3 months (+ a couple days). 14 weeks (and 1 day). Not enough time!!! As the girl child goes on a kicking spree to remind me just how big she's getting. And she is getting big. I used to be able to "wrap" my hands around my belly - it was the size of a small cantaloupe. Now we're looking at a soccer ball. Next will be basketball. And then beach ball - yikes!

The kids have entertained painting my belly for Halloween. Not going to happen. Not only do I not want stuff that will make my belly itch even more than it already does on it, but the thought of all of them crowding around me at once and touching me gives me an anxiety attack just thinking about it! Hopefully it won't take too long after she's here for the "touched out" feeling to go away. My poor kids that want to snuggle a LOT are feeling somewhat neglected. Thankfully that's really only 2 of them, and I can do it in small doses. We've had to go over the proper "give mommy a hug technique". Meaning - let me know you're coming, don't jump on me or hang on me, and let me hug you more than you hug me.

The planning of the things I need to gather for her are coming together in my head. I've got a newborn layette planned - basing off this shirt that I bought and ADORE. I can't wait to put it on her!

I broke down and bought more of the fabric to make some other items to go with it (at 3x what I would normally pay for a knit!). I'm getting some yarn custom dyed to match, and will knit up a sweater and longies/pants to match as well. And then some other longies out of solid colors. The plan is that she'll have 3 gown/rompers, 3-4 shirts, 3-4 pairs of pants, and 3 pairs of longies that will all mix and match. The idea is that it will make it easier for the other people in the house to get her dressed in stuff I'll take her out of the house in!

I started to put together a baby registry at Target. It's hard when you've already had 7 kids. I tend to be a minimalist when it comes to clothing, so never put any cute outfits on there. With what I have, what friends are passing down, and what I plan to make, she should be all set for the first few months. Trying to plan for beyond that is hard - my kids have all grown so differently! Then there are things that I do need, but they're expensive. So I hesitate, but they'll go on with the encouragement of my friends. It just really feels funny making a registry, and basically asking people to buy me things! I'd love maid service even more ;)

Thursday, October 29, 2009

leg cramps

that make you jump out of bed in the middle of the night like you're just been attacked by a rabid squirrel suck. And when said leg(s) are still sore and achy 2 days after the visit from the rabid squirrel, it really sucks.

Just saying :)

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Feeling the pressure

Almost everyone I know that is currently pregnant (and some that aren't yet!) know what they're going to name their baby. I've heard ultrasound after ultrasound gender update that included what the baby's name would be. And I don't have a clue what my little one's name should be.

Of course, I haven't done anything but browse haphazardly looking at names that may be suitable. I know what her middle name will more than likely be (which is usually easy as we use a lot of family names for middle names), it's just picking a first name to go with the middle name that makes it difficult. Never mind that it MUST be Irish/Gaelic/Celtic in origin (the more traditional the better).

Knowing that it's hard for us (last baby was named the night before he was born, one before that when she was 3 days old), I almost avoid it. Maybe I'm afraid to pick something out, and then a better name will come along and I'll have to change it? I'm sure that baby doesn't care what I call her in utero, but changing from Sally to Sue (examples!!) may be awkward to me. So she's just "the baby". And even when she's born, for a couple weeks as we get used to her having a real name, she'll still be the baby. And maybe for a couple years after that too - as we have the habit of calling the youngest child the baby until the next one is born. I'm sure the last baby will be called the baby well into adulthood. Maybe we should forget about a college fund, and save for the therapy bills for that one?

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Good bye toes

I can't see my toes when I look straight down anymore. I'm past the "is she fat or is she pregnant stage" (barely). My belly moves and bounces on it's own. I really am going to have a baby in a couple months. There's a little dresser full of tiny little baby things (and some pink and girly has been added).

Yet it still seems all so unreal. And so far away - almost like it will never happen. And then I'll feel a bump or a roll inside, and it brings it all back to me in a rush. I'm still not 100% sure where my emotions on having this baby are. The excitement that I had with the other 7 isn't there still. Maybe it never will be. At least I know that the second she is out of me, and into my arms, I'll be in love all over again, and the misgivings, worries, and anxiety will all be forgotten.

I'm tired. School is kicking my butt. Going all day for 2 classes seemed like such a good idea at the time. Now I just want to nap in the hour break in between. If it weren't so stinking hot, I would be able to in the van. But I still adore it.

Going camping this weekend. Actually leave tomorrow. I'm very excited, though part of me thinks I'm insane. I haven't been sleeping well on the bed at home that I love - so how the heck am I supposed to actually sleep on an air mattress? Wonder if the husband would object to me getting a hotel room for a night or two and leaving him to fend for himself with the kids and dog?

Sunday, October 4, 2009

So, I'm really noticing the difference a few extra pounds makes

You know those stories of women coming to the ER, not knowing that they're pregnant, but having HORRIBLE stomach cramps? And a couple hours later out pops a baby? I've never got HOW they couldn't know. I understood irregular cycles, and extra insulation keeping the baby belly hidden. I can even get mistaking the baby kicks in the beginning for gas bubbles. But HOW do you not get the kick that you can feel on the outside?

Then I gained 10 pounds between babies. And it apparently wants to hover right over my belly. Eric and I start discussing this after his mom tells him about one of those women that came in to her hospital last week (which was a very happy ending btw).

I realize there's more fat on my belly, and even though I'm 22 weeks, I'm having a hard time feeling all the bumps and rolls and kicks through my belly. And Eric hasn't felt a kick yet. Which makes me sad, yet helps me understand a little bit more how people could go full term without having a clue that there's a baby growing on the inside of them.

It won't be much longer before Eric can feel her though. For the most part, every time he's tried, she got all peaceful and stopped moving. There must be some sort of magic in his hands. I'll take advantage of that after she's here and wakes up 20 thousand times a night if that's the case!

But she's getting stronger and stronger, and it won't be long before you can not only feel her through the layer of blubber, but her kicks will start poking my belly out like there's a tidal wave in it. And I can't wait (remind me of this in a few months when I'm complaining of bruised ribs!).