Feelin the love

Lookie what Michael bought me for my push present!!!

The image is a little fuzzy, but I'm obsessed with my first David Yurman ring!! It doesn't fit my fat, swollen fingers yet, but hopefully soon! I just can't explain how great Michael has been throughout this entire pregnancy. I'm definitely feeling the love right now and I cannot wait to start this new chapter in our life together. It's funny this blog started out really sarcastic and bitter and now I'm a super big cheese ball all of a sudden.


I have had so many showers and received so many thoughtful gifts from friends and family. We are officially ready to have this baby! Well, according to the required baby products we are ready...mentally, I'm not so sure if Michael is. The car seat is in, the bags are packed, and I am just sitting on go. We have about 3.5 weeks left.


I had my first weekly doctor's appointment this Monday and I was only 1/2 cm dilated and there was a little softening, but all in all, the doc said it was going to be awhile. Trip's a little tease, because I thought for sure this kid was going to arrive early. The swelling is getting worse and worse by the day and sleep is becoming a distant memory. I'm so ready...God, I'm ready.


I'm not really having cravings anymore, but I'm so bored and cannot do anything, that all I do is eat. I've gained soooooooooooooooo much weight and its going to be so hard to drop it, but it sure has been fun putting it on. The nursery is pretty much complete, but I just have to hang some things on the wall. I've got to post pictures soon!!

Belated Post

I have been such a bad pregnant person and forgot all about the blog! Well, a lot has been going on since the last post and I can't really wrap my head around everything. I'm 34 weeks along and I can see the light at the end of the tunnel! Susan threw me another baby shower this past weekend and we completely racked up. It was great seeing Michael's family and we are so blessed to have such thoughtful people in our lives. Trip's wardrobe is better than mine and Michael's combined. I'm scared at how spoiled this little guy is going to be...not really :) We got clothes, bottles, a sound spa, bibs, hooded towels, diapers, blankets (one hand-stitched by Michael's aunt....gorgeous), and a lot more. Oh and Mom's "man friend" Bob Butler gave me a very generous gift card to Ulta so I can go pamper myself. I'm SUPER pumped about that! Mom hand-made curtains for the nursery and they look absolutely amazing!! Not to brag, but I'm pretty sure this is the cutest nursery ever. Just saying.


Pregnancy has taken a turn into a not-so-fun-zone. The swelling. Dear God, the swelling. I can only wear two pairs of shoes and I don't even remember what my ankles used to look like. My ass is the size of Jupiter and I can no longer see things that I used to. Sad.


I also have to give props where they are due. Michael has been absolutely incredible throughout this whole process. The hormones have reared their ugly head. Instead of getting angry and upset, he has been the most thoughtful, loving, doting husband I could ever imagine. The other day I was changing and found a card in the drawer. Inside was probably the sweetest note. Below are some highlights:

"I want you to know how much I love you and how proud of you I have been throughout this pregnancy. I know it's been rough on you and that it's not real "fun" anymore but I want you to know that I will be there to support you in everything you need through the last 6 weeks. I'll be your maid, chef, gardner, masseause, ... whatever you need. You are going to be the most wonderful, loving, caring mother because that's the type of wife that you are. In 6 weeks you'll give me the greatest gift I could ever get. I can't wait for Trip to meet you because I know that he will love you as much as I do. I love you with all my heart!"

Love this guy!!!! I just can't get over how lucky I am.

It's also been quite funny seeing Michael get nervous about the upcoming arrival. The other night I started having Braxton Hicks contractions. They aren't painful, but I had several in a row that sort of took me by surprise. Michael started yelling "do I need to start the car and take you to the hospital?! Where's the labor book?! I wrote down '5-1-1'...what does that meaaaan?! Does it mean a contraction every 5 minutes for an hour?! Are you messing with me?!" I cannot wait to see his reaction when I actually go into labor. It's very comforting to see him so nervous about everything. He's going to be such an amazing father.