toto, i've a feeling we're not in kansas anymore...

where does the time go. a couple months ago i was happily updating this blog with the latest pictures of my growing belly and now? now i'm nursing every three hours, getting up at night, remembering that i forgot to eat dinner and changing poopy (make that POOPY) diapers. yes, after giving birth on march 6th (via cesarean, thanks god...she was over 10 pounds after all) my husband and are rapidly becoming accustomed to life with a baby. did i mention the cutest, hairiest baby i've ever seen? ok, maybe i'm a little biased (on the cute thing, not the hair...she looks like a hobbit, i swear). but when she smiles at me, which she is doing spontaneously and in response to my smile (and not just because of gas) the whole world fades around me and it's only her i see. it's really something else.

38 weeks, 5 days. but who's counting?

almost to the 39 week mark; no turning back now! in just a few days tony and i will be meeting our daughter in person! never thought this day would actually get here (actually, it hasn't yet; i'd better not jinx myself...). because this stubborn little girl refuses to flip, we're scheduled for a cesarean and know exactly what day (and practically what time) our baby will be born. i'm pretty much ready (mentally and physically; this belly is getting hard to lug around!). still have some things to do around the house, but not much.

Still working on a middle name for the kid; who knew it'd be so hard to choose one? it took us about five minutes to come together on a first name, but for some reason tony and i have been back a forth about a middle name for weeks. go figure.

not a lot to report around here. cat's seem very unsuspecting (poor things; they're in for the shock of their lives). better post a picture or two of them because after the weekend i'm thinking their usual face time might be replaced by a tiny, screaming human that (hopefully) has tony's eyes.

37 weeks.

it's been several weeks since i've sat down and updated this blog. i'm currently 37 weeks along and one official year older (happy birthday to me!). my husband has taken to calling me 'the eclipse' because i block the sunlight when i stand in front of the window (according to him) and random strangers feel that it's ok to say things to me like 'wow, you look ready to pop'. gee, thanks.


my appointment schedule has really picked up in pace as i am now in the clinic for one ultrasound, one ob check and two non-stress tests per week. i basically live at the doctor's office. apparently this is what it's like to be a 'high risk pregnancy' (due to the diabetes and now, my age if you can believe it). thankfully, i rarely live up to people's standards because this pregnancy has really been anything but 'high risk' (knock on wood). my blood sugars have been great for pretty much the whole pregnancy, the baby in my belly is very healthy and developing normally (if not a little on the large side) and i have pretty much enjoyed almost every hour of the last 37 weeks. granted, now that i'm headlong into my ninth and final (yikes!!!) month, i am getting more and more tired and worn out. this kid is getting a bit heavy to lug around, at least in my uterus. my back is starting to get a little more sore and i find it more and more difficult to reach any area on my body outside of arm's length. not that i'm complaining (yes i am), but i think i might ready to meet this little one face to face.


biggest news of late is that i am officially scheduled for a cesarean. disappointing to say the least, but best for everyone involved. our little girl is 'frank breech' (head in my ribcage, butt by the cervix and feet by her face) and absolutely refuses to move! i went to the hospital for a scheduled external cephalic version (ugh) to try and turn the baby, but it was unsuccessful. so, unless this stubborn little girl decides at the last minute to flip, i'm looking at a slice and dice and missing out on the 'joys' of labor. no 'honey it's time' situation, no counting contractions, no breathing through the pain (wait, am i complaining?). truthfully, i definitely feel like i'm going to miss out on something really special, but it all comes down to the health of our kid; as long as she arrives healthy and happy, i guess i really don't care how she gets here. and besides, people say cesarean babies and quite beautiful. no pointy head, so we've got that to look forward to.


the excitement around out house is palpable. still have things to get done around here, but the nursery is looking pretty much complete. i'm blessed to have awesome family and friends who have thrown me not one but two baby showers in my honor; both were fun days filled with lot's of smiles and great food. i recently bought a baby book to start putting together, which i'm really looking forward to; there is a spot for an ultrasound picture (we have a TON of them) and think i'll choose either one where she's sucking her thumb (hello braces) or one where you can see her fuzzy hair really well. every time we go in for an ultrasound, the tech will say something like 'wow! look at all that hair!'. tony says if the baby comes out with an afro, he's demanding a paternity test. i asked him if he's looked in a mirror lately; if that kid comes out with an afro, it's definitely his.


me at 37 weeks...(you knew i couldn't be so lucky to avoid stretch marks completely, didn't you?)