But, with only four weeks left until my due date, and with having a child being on both my regular life list and 25 before 25, it is time for an update. It's the final stretch! (Haha... Stretch...) So here's what's been going on.
I totally get it if you just don't read this post, by the way. At least scroll down to the bottom to check out some randomness!
Pregnancy Thus Far
Overall, this has been a pretty quiet pregnancy.
Now Stretch it Out
What the hell. These things are getting intense, and I've still got four weeks to go. I appreciate some women's attempt to play off being 'proud' of their nasty stretchies, but I sure am not. It's one of the side effects of life- nothing to brag about. I'll brag about the end product of the stretch marks-aka the baby that caused them, but you won't catch me pretending to be happy about these little devils. And please- don't wear a bikini!! You are NOT a tiger, and if you were then you sure wouldn't be in that bikini. I haven't researched to see if there's an effective way to get rid of these things yet, but I'll be bringing them up at my next OB appointment.
Cracking Up
I love sleep. I hate rolling over in the middle of the night and having to stop halfway after feeling and hearing the huge crack of my pelvis bone. Waking up feeling like someone has repeatedly punched me between the legs hasn't been pleasant, either. Although I shouldn't be complaining- I'm sure in a couple weeks when I'm pushing a boulder out of my uterus I'll be regretting complaining about what will surely seem to be a slight nuisance.
Random other body parts have been cracking, too. The hip crack is freaky. It makes me feel like I'm a hundred years old. Add that to my cracking knees and if I werent' pregnant I could probably qualify to play Bingo with your grandmother.
Preparing for Arrival
Sneaking a Peek
I could talk a little bit about the unfairness of having to pay for a 3D ultrasound when others with equal or worse health insurance plans get it for free, but I'll save you the headache. You're welcome.
Despite that the 3D ultrasound wasn't free, I couldn't resist the opportunity of getting a sneak peek at this little creature that is relentlessly sucking all the energy out of me. It was a pretty neat experience. She was very quiet and slept through the whole thing. Supposedly she opened her eyes once, but being she's half Asian it was hard to tell! Hopefully this is the sign of a quiet baby when she comes out.
The Baby Shower
My Stepmother threw me a lovely baby shower this past weekend. It was much appreciated. I still need a lot of things, but the gifts I got are helpful. Hell, any gift is helpful. A lot of people gave cash or gift cards, which will really help get some of the bigger things that we still need.
The Buy Stuff for Stephanie's Baby fund is still open, by the way. So please, don't be shy!
Heirlooms
When I married, my Nana passed down to me a handmade handkerchief she had been holding on for decades. My Great, Great Grandmother made in the late 1800s. My Nana had it on her when she married, and she gave it to some of her son's wives when they wed. Although my grandparents are still married, all but one of their eight children are divorced. I am not sure if this says anything about the handkerchief itself, but it was an honor to be married with it, and a privilege to be its new keeper.
The other day, I randomly decided to visit my grandparents, and she gave me this blanket.
Yes, Lela is a girl, and this is blue. Yet, it's still a very feminine blanket, and it's beautifully crafted. It doesn't matter what this blanket looks like anyways, because my Nana made it for her first born child over sixty years ago. And now, she's passed it down to me.
In this day and age, things just aren't as permanent as they used to be. We're such a disposable culture. We throw things away so quickly, few items even get the chance to develop sentimental value. It'll be something I'll treasure and pass down to my children or grandchildren, just as my Nana has done with me.
Okay! Enough of this! Here's the promised randomness. Mr. Potato Head Commercial from the '50s:
Why should you care?
Only because this was the first toy commercial on television EVER!
Again, You're Welcome.
