No joke, these were probably the most chaotic and busiest weeks of this pregnancy (maybe the entire year).
34 Weeks Pregnant
Week 34 started out like most, with a trip to the doctor. I went to see the high risk OBGYN, had an ultrasound, had an NST, and a meeting with my diabetic counselor. Stu and the kids came with me for the ultrasound, but they took off after. It was going to be a long morning.
Everyone was super excited to see the baby. Ultrasounds are so much fun. Reagan and Riley have LOVED being able to check in on their growing brother. This one was especially excellent since the baby looks much more like a human. According to the tech and doc, the baby was about 5.5 pounds (give or take half a pound).
We are rounding the corner, heading toward the finish line. And, as I expected, we have come across some speed bumps.
It seems my body does pretty well (relatively speaking) in the first two trimesters. Then I get to the third trimester, and it says "Meh, I don't really love this anymore."
31 Weeks Pregnant
Let me back up a bit. At my 27th week, my OB ordered my glucose test. No surprise there. Every pregnant woman experiencing this test with varying degrees of disgust. I was diet-controlled diabetic with both Reagan and Riley, so I was absolutely mentally prepared to fail the test. But much to my shock, I was told I passed. I said "Really? Are you sure?" Doc said, "Yes. Whatever kind of studying you have done has paid off. You passed the test."
Then some strange things started happening. I was getting these horrible dizzy spells. I was sweaty and nauseous. Twice at church, I nearly passed out. A doc friend at church told me she thought I needed to retake the glucose test. And sure enough, my perinatologist thought the same. And she reordered the sugary nightmare during my 31st week.
Well, here we are... 36 weeks and 4 days prego. I am actually a little in awe that Baby 3 has held out this long. Riley was born at 34 weeks and 5 days, so I was a tad worried we would find ourselves in the NICU again. Along the way, I have had mini-goals for this pregnancy:
I do still have a few more mini-goals. The most important to me is that Baby does not mess up Riley's birthday next week. Poor kid, he's already not getting to hang with friends (cause Mommy is a ticking time bomb and exhausted), I really don't want him to have to share a birthday, and I don't want to be in the hospital on his birthday. But clearly, we are at the mercy of the baby.
I have been thinking about what to write about for a while now. I knew I wanted to share some of my favorite baby items and must-haves, but I wasn't sure how I wanted to present them. As a soon-to-be Mom of 3, I know a thing or two about what you need for baby and what is just a waste of money and/or space. Lucky for me, my daughter is obsessed with making videos AND with anything related to her baby brother.
Reagan was more than happy to go on camera and take you through my hospital bag and the baby's diaper bag.
First, let's go through my bag.
This summer brought many changes to our household and the way we do business.
As you know by now, I am 15 weeks pregnant with our 3rd Stu. We could not be more excited about it (extra credit for you if you read that like Chandler Bing). The first trimester was rough. Really difficult. I kid you not, I spent almost the entire month of June in bed. My body was utterly drained. I have never experienced that kind of exhaustion. I survived on saltines and peppermint candies and naps. My husband picked up the household slack (he's never more attractive than when he's doing laundry, cleaning the house, and cooking for the kids). The monsters didn't seem to mind my daily afternoon snoozing... I think Riley was just happy I wasn't yelling at him to put down the iPad.
I am happy to be back in the land of the living.
New School Year
We have some exciting news to share! Baby Stu 3 will be arriving in late January 2019!
I know, I kind of can't believe it either.
It was incredibly difficult not to share the news with the monsters. They have been asking for/talking about a little one for almost a year. It will sporadically come up in their conversations. Riley has had dreams of being a big brother... although he is praying for a baby brother (he feels like he is surrounded by girls). Reagan's preference is a baby sister, but she said it doesn't really matter to her.
After Stu and I went to the 8-week appointment, saw the peanut on ultrasound, confirmed the due date, confirmed there is just ONE baby brewing, we ordered these shirts from Etsy. Then we (somewhat impatiently) waited for them to arrive.
The day the shirts arrived, I wrapped them in cute gift bags and we surprised the kiddos.
Every week is something new
R & R are having tons of fun reading about their baby each week. We read about its progress, its size, what stuff is developing. They are quite into it. At Reagan's request, we have begun taking weekly pictures. I love it and her enthusiasm, but I feel so bloated and blah right now.
My body kicked into overdrive... by the third pregnancy, it's like "Oh I know what to do! Let's shift all this abdominal stuff around and make her look pregnant right away!" Sometime in the 10th week, my stomach was sticking out (more than usual)... but it was still jiggly and fat. Not cool. At the end of my 11th week, I had a legit baby belly. One night Stu looked at me and said, "Wow! Your tummy popped out!" I'm happy that now its hard and more circle-like. No doubt about it, there is a baby in there.
I'll share more of how I feel and preggo updates in other posts. Right now we are all reveling in the news!
It has been quite a ride. We have been in a tornado of sick and tired.
It all began two weeks ago with Reagan. On Sunday night she went down hard. It was like she hit a wall. Totally fine one minute. The next, she was down on the couch. Both kids had just returned from a weekend trip to North Carolina with their grandparents. So I attributed it to exhaustion, and I decided to keep both kids home and resting on Monday.
On Monday night, Stu and I talked about how it struck us as odd that Reagan had been spending so much time just laying on the couch. Usually she is cartwheeling, handstanding, backbending all over the place ALL THE TIME. Something was clearly up. The next day, we sent Riley to school and took Reagan to the doctor.
It turned out her ear needed to be drained. This was the first time we've ever experienced such a procedure. Let me tell you, it is utterly disgusting. I nearly threw up when the nurse showed me what they got out of Rea's ear. YUCK!
Oh man, I love this song. I've been a tad obsessed with it this week.
Reagan has been navigating awkward social situations at school lately. She's a smarty, like VERY intelligent. And the entire class knows it. Sometimes she feels singled out for it. And it makes her uncomfortable. I have been telling her to just be her. She can't be anyone else, just do you babe. It will all pay off later...
Thunder, by Imagine Dragons, is perfect. We were singing and dancing to it on the way home from gymnastics. I hope the lyrics will sink in and permeate. (Lyrics and song below)
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My kids love music. It surrounds us. The kids play DJ in the car by choosing songs. We have dance parties at night.
I read somewhere when a person is happy, the beat and melody take center stage and when a person is sad, the lyrics stand out. That was interesting to me. It is probably generally true... Let's be real, some catchy, popular songs have the most idiotic lyrics. Lyrics have always been important to me, perhaps it's the writer in me.
A while ago it dawned on me that my kids pay close attention to lyrics too. We have lengthy conversations about some songs and their meanings.
So I have decided to share some of my favorite music lyrics and the lessons we can take away from them.
Who says homework has to be done inside?
We have had several days of completely gorgeous weather. The temps are amazing, the sun has been shining. Heaven on earth. So I suggested that Reagan do her reading on the patio inside of at the kitchen counter (as is the homework custom). She jumped up and ran out. It seemed like a great time to grab the camera.
*sigh* I love this girl, this photo, everything. The BFG is one of my favorite books. I remember reading it as a kid. Then Reagan and I read it together when she was in first grade. Now she is rereading it for school. Just the fact that she is happily rereading it speaks volumes of her love for literature and this particular book. I hope that love never fades.
I saw this circulating Facebook. I thought it deserved more from me than just a copy and paste. So, I am putting it here for the world to read, for my daughter to see.
1. Don't knock it 'til you try it.
2. Send Thank You cards for every act of hospitality. (I myself am still working on this habit.)
3. Travel light through life. Keep only what you need.
My oldest child, Reagan, is 11, Riley is 9 and Remy was born in January 2019. Everyday is a crazy day in the life of the Stus!