Coming soon!

Well, it's been a while since I've updated and I don't have time for the full rundown right now, but we had our baby shower on the 6th and it was amazing! :) I'll post pics and details soon.

Starting Monday the 8th, Mr. Isaac had the hiccups at least once a day every day until Saturday. Haven't noticed any yesterday or today, but it's real cute. Only time it was slightly annoying was when it happened at 4am!

We went shopping on Saturday and got the last few things we "need" - a mattress for the crib, a bouncer, a breast pump, a diaper bag, and a couple other minor things. All taken care of via gift a combination of gift cards, returns, awesome Target prices and Babies R Us coupons. Yesterday we picked up what might just work as a changing table from Big Lots, but I'm afraid it might be too short. We'll see.

It's starting to feel more and more real. 50 days to go as of today and that feels like no time at all!

I'll post pics and everything soon, I promise! :)

Soon enough

Man! I can't help but be a little jealous that Aaron's cousin had her baby on Wednesday night. Next will be Natalie, then me.

I have so much left to do to get this house ready, and I'm so super busy with Crossroads and baby showers and church and friends... so the time is going by fast.

He'll be here before I know it and everything will be so different. I feel like there is no way I can truly prepare so I almost just want to get it over with, rip off the band-aid, so to speak.

But I am really scared of the labor pain, so that part can just stay far away for another 10 weeks. Ha!

We almost went to bed at 8:30 tonight (yes, it's Friday), but we were rebels and went out for Coldstone and we'll probably be up until the wee hour of 10pm. Hahaha.

Good night.

Preparations

Preparations are in full swing for the newest Caloca.

A couple weeks ago, my dad and Aaron installed a ceiling fan and switch and new outlet in his room.

Today, they installed a dimmer switch for the light and a separate switch for the fan. They also eliminated my useless hall light switch that was in the middle of the hallway and wired it to the switch outside our bedroom door. They fixed our 2-way porch light switch so that both actually worked properly. They took the cable that had been run through our bedroom and Isaac's room along the baseboards and dropped it in through the attic! So no more ugly cable lining the baseboards and snaking inexplicably through rooms.

Meanwhile, while I was at work this morning, my mom cleaned our guest bedroom (no small feat!). When I got home, we finished that. She helped me go through a bunch of baby clothes that we've already received, and she took my corner shelf home to stain it so we can use it in the nursery.

AND we moved the now empty dresser from our bedroom into the guest bedroom.

It's now 8pm. I already went to the grocery store and I have a load of laundry in the washer. It feels so good to have gotten so many necessary (to my sanity) tasks done today. :)

You might be...

You might be a certifiably crazy pregnant lady if you HAVE to have a Bakers taco so badly you leave the house at 11pm to get one. Even when it means you are going out in your pajamas. And you know you will experience a very tangible form of regret called, "heartburn." And the offramp is closed and you have to take a detour. And you're already exhausted, but torn between hunger and the need for sleep.

You know you're really a wacko when you opt for just one taco because when you get there you realize you also want a cheeseburger.

Hey, at least I didn't throw in a milkshake. Wait... now I might have to go back.

Kidding.

G'night, folks!

Surreal

You would think that after being pregnant for 6 months it would be a little more real.

But it's still not.

After two years of trying and years before that of wondering if we would be able to conceive, it's still surreal.

There is one thing that makes it seem real. And that is the tiny little foot that pushes back when I push it. Or the gymnastics that he does at night to get comfortable when we go to bed. I always wondered what this part would feel like and it has yet to disappoint. There are times when it's a little uncomfortable, like when my ribs are getting squished or I'm getting kicked in the bladder... but for the most part it just feels like the most special thing in the world that only I get to have with this little guy.

He's in there, 24 hours a day, hearing my voice (which sometimes scares me when it's not so pleasant... ha), and hearing my heartbeat. My son is in there, developing little folds in his brain, maybe sucking his thumb, probably even looking around at this point.

At first I was kind of worried because I didn't feel like I "loved" him, like I had this special bond of a pregnant lady with her baby. I mean, I always knew I WOULD love him, I just didn't know when that would kick in.

But now that's all different. He's my little friend for now, always with me, sometimes moving around and making me laugh as my whole belly visibly shifts. Or pushing me back when I push him. He is so much more real to me now. He's my little passenger, and while I can't wait to meet him and hold him and even to change his poopsplosive diapers, I also think I will miss having him literally with me 24-7. I will miss our little games, his reactions to different sounds and positions, and imagining that when he kicks a lot it means he's just super happy.

This whole pregnancy roller coaster is crazy and exciting and scary.

Today, it's 3 months until my due date. According to my widgets on my Google homepage, it's 89 days. Which for some reason seems significant. Less than 90 days (potentially) until I'm a "real" mom.

In other news, I'm getting close to being done with my 3rd jar of boysenberry jam. Ha! And I have eaten 2 artichokes this week and hope to get my hands on another.

Insomnia

Last night I pushed myself to stay up until 11:30 in the hopes of getting a decent night's sleep.

At 2:34, I woke up with a really annoying clogged up nose. So I tried to take care of it, of course - I also had to use the restroom in the meantime. Came back to bed, reached for more kleenex, and spilled my nearly full glass of water. On my new slippers that I got for Christmas that are my favorite comfort staple at the moment.

Of course a little bit of potty-mouthing ensued while I had to go to the linen closet to get a towel to soak up the water.

Got back in bed, still had stubborn nose gunk (can't I just pour some Draino down there???). Tried to alleviate it, felt horrible for keeping Aaron awake. Finally got to where I could at least breathe, then the heartburn kicked in. And it was painful.

I gave up.

I got up, took some tums, used my neti pot. By this point I was wide awake. Actually, after spilling the water I was awake.

So I left our bedroom and closed the door hoping that the boy could get some sleep. I popped Amelie (my FAVEorite) in the dvd player, made some hot tea, and let my little snuggler out of her crate. At this point it was a little after 3am and I stayed awake for the whole movie.

Aaron came out as the credits were rolling around 5am, pleading with me to come to bed. Ha, he thought I had just started the movie. He's so cute when he's groggy and unaware. I told him I couldn't sleep and proceeded to watch This is Spinal Tap while I tried intermittently to unclog my stopped up face drain.

By the way, that was the first time I watched that movie in its entirety and I've gotta say, it's not my favorite of the Guest mockumentaries. Had its moments, but meh.

Anyway, around 7 I felt sufficiently tired and that I could breathe well enough to come back to bed. I did, and I slept until 9:07. Woop. Dee. Doo.

I am not thinking I will make it to church today, at least not in a coherent enough state to get anything out of it. Or in a clear-nose enough state to not annoy and gross out people around me.

So, Isaac, I hope you know I must love you a whole lot to be okay with all of this. Too bad you probably won't appreciate this element as much until you have your own preggo wife to look after.

Speaking of which, I think Aaron needs to buy his mom something from Tiffany's for Mother's Day this year. :P

Forget the peanut butter, I just want the jelly!

I cannot think of a jar of jelly I've finished before the expiration in my whole life.

Yet since I've been pregnant, I have finished one jar of boysenberry and am close to shutting down the second.

Aren't pregnant ladies supposed to crave peanut butter??? I'm kinda repulsed by the stuff, to be completely honest.

Another craving: caramel apples. Like the ones from Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory with nuts and drizzled chocolate. Mmm! I have gone a year or more without even thinking of one, but I've had at least 4 in the past 4 months, including one tonight. Tee-hee!

We had a doc appt today. Isaac is doing great, doc didn't seem too concerned about my hospital shenanigans. Apparently my growth (as in uterus, not just weight :P) is a little ahead of schedule. I hope that doesn't mean a big 'ol baby. I want a little 8 pounder or smaller. A girl can hope, right? Oh, and I really hope he shows up in time for mother's day. It would be such a tease to have him the week AFTER.

I only gained 4lbs this visit, which I am STOKED about especially considering all of the temptations I faced during the Christmas season.

Also, my blood pressure is super and I don't show any signs of preeclampsia. So I guess my swollen feet are just a nuisance and not really something to worry about at the moment.

Today I'm 24 weeks along, so 16 to go!