We’re off to church, so I don’t have time for a full post about how special today is, but wanted to let you all listen (if you want to) to my one of my favorite songs that our choir sings. {My parents’ choir in Dallas also sings this and my sweet mother knows how much I love this song. She called me from choir rehearsal a few weeks ago so I could listen in on the phone.}
I’m not sure if my blog gives this away or not, but I’m kind of jaded and pessimistic about some things. Pregnancy is one of those things. Maybe it’s because I spent 18 weeks of my life either throwing up or trying not to throw up 24 hours a day. I loved this baby from the moment I found out about him, but it’s hard to see the beauty in pregnancy when your experience is so bad.
I’ve been pretty realistic about pregnancy and I’ve approached it with no expectations. I’m planning on doing the same thing with childbirth and motherhood. A lot of people have shared their opinions and advice with me. There are a lot of people whose opinions I value and others that I just don’t…
Try this method, don’t try that method, you have to breastfeed, breastfeeding destroys your boobs, you need a detailed birth plan, throw the birth plan out the window because it won’t matter anyway, don’t resign yourself to a C-section, try to get the baby to flip on your own, epidurals are huge no-nos… blah, blah, BLAH!
It all begins to sound like a broken record and a whole bunch if gibberish. My mother had two healthy babies and had two C-sections. For a long time, that was the only “birth story” I’d ever heard. I don’t have negative opinions about C-sections. A lot of my friends and family members ended up having to be induced and then ended up having C-sections after many many hours of labor. Lots of healthy babies there, too.
I’ve approached baby reading cautiously and taken it all with a grain of salt. (I hate that expression) I will definitely be listening to my pediatrician and taking his or her advice, but with so many differing opinions, too much reading can lead to a lot of confusion.
Tomorrow we’re going to our childbirth class. We chose to knock it all out in one Saturday rather than attend five different nightly sessions over five weeks. We may not come back after lunch if we think it’s a bunch of phooey anyway.
I may get some hate mail for saying this, but I just don’t think that learning how to breathe during a class when I’m not experiencing severe discomfort and the worst pain of my life will be beneficial to me when I’m actually going through it. I don’t think I’ll remember a thing about lamaze in those moments! And I’m fairly certain that anyone that tries to tell me how to breathe will get a fist to the face. We almost didn’t sign up for the classes at all, but I decided we needed to in order to feel like I covered all the bases.
The one thing I’m looking forward to about tomorrow is the part where we get the tour of “The Stork’s Nest” (where the babies are born) and the part where they tell us about anesthesia. God bless anesthesia.
ETA: I forgot to mention that I asked my doctor what on Earth a birth plan actually is and she said, “Don’t worry about it. You’re definitely not a birth plan kind of girl.” Told you so!
Congratulations to Gwen at Confessions of a Control Freak for winning the Preppy Monogrammed Gifts giveaway from last Friday!
Gwen, you’ll be hearing from the gals at Preppy Monogrammed Gifts soon!
I totally stole (borrowed?) this picture from Mojito Maven. She took it in Charleston and it’s the most recent picture to show off what the bump looks like today.
I had my 30 week check up this week and the baby weighs 4 pounds now. We had our final sonogram, so the next time I see his face will be on delivery day. I wanted to thank Lulu at the Dirty Martini Diaries for giving Baby Boy the nickname, “Blue Eyed Baby Mascot.” I love it.
Life is pretty hectic and crazy right now and I’m writing this post on my lunch break. I’ve reached the point of pregnancy where sleeping is difficult because the sharp pains in my lower back and the charlie horses that take over my legs are keeping me awake. Gravity has also taken over and I have to use all of my might to stop myself from rolling from my side onto my stomach. This bump takes up a lot of space in the bed.
I’m not horribly swollen yet and I’m hopeful that I can keep that away for a few more weeks. I have a very busy few weeks coming up. In addition to teaching every Monday night and attending newlywed girls Bible study every Wednesday night, I’m working on six events that will be executed before May 10.
I’m hopeful that all of the busy-ness will make the next few weeks fly by. I’m also hopeful that BEB Mascot’s bedding and furniture will arrive before he does. Here is a breakdown of the next few weeks for us:
I know you all don’t care what all I have going on every day of my life, but I did want to point out just how busy life is right now and it appears that it’s only getting busier. I’m just concentrating on getting through these next few weeks and getting everything done that I need to accomplish.
We’re in the home stretch!
