We are anxiously awaiting Lil' Girl's arrival - considering we still have about 10-11 weeks left, I know we have some time to kill. Let the pool begin. My family started taking jabs at Lil' Girl's basic stats - feel free to add your thoughts in the comments section. Sadly, there is no cash involved....just pride and bragging rights.
Player: DOB : Time : Length : Weight : Hair : Eyes
Me 9/1 : 3PM : 20.5 in : 8 lbs 3 oz. : Bl : Bl
Hubs 9/2 : 2.30AM : 19.5 in : 9 lbs 4 oz. : Bl : Bl
Nana 8/25 : 9.50PM : 21 in : 8.5 lbs : Br : Bl
Poppy 9/5 : none : 21.5 in : 7 lbs 11 oz : Bl : Br
Aunt B 9/13 : none : 21 in : 8 lbs : Br : Bl
Unc D 9/11: none : 19 in : 7 lbs : Bald : Gray
6.29.2010
6.28.2010
Air Travel
We recently headed back to the South for a 10-day whirlwind tour complete with 3 home towns (it's possible) and 3 baby showers. It was so much fun and SOOOOO nice to be back in the land of thunderstorms and sunshine (also possible).
We left at 12:25AM - basically the middle of the night - and flew into Houston. Not a terrible flight - lots of sleep and I believe hubs watched a movie (he doesn't sleep while traveling). We landed in Houston, grabbed breakfast, boarded our TINY plane....and then had a not so wonderful flight. I've done my fair share of flying. I've been flying since I was little. This plane (and I used the term plane loosely) was my match. I don't know if it was the pregnancy or the ridiculous HEAT, stale air, or overwhelming noise....but, I got a little disoriented, felt very uncomfortable, and just closed my eyes for the duration of the hour-forty-five minute flight. We got off of that flight quickly, were greeted by my sweet mom - who bought us some lunch, and then we jumped in my parents' van and headed towards the Hubs' family. Driving 3+ hours after being in an airplane for 8 hours on NO sleep is a lot of fun - let me tell you. My hubs was nodding off in the middle of dinner - and I couldn't blame him.
We spent a few days at the Hubs, a few days in our home-town with friends, and then a few more days with my family. We ate a lot of good food, spent a lot of time with good folks, and really enjoyed our time.
Now, the travel back was a tad more difficult. I was dreading the flight back. Mainly because I didn't want to leave and also because I knew that little evil plane that would be taking me from the South to Houston. I felt good. I had a little lunch before our flight. Then the plane took off. I have NEVER been so nauseous in my life (maybe an exaggeration). But, my head was pounding, the light hurt my eyes, my head felt dizzy, my tummy was unsettled, and I just couldn't get comfortable. The whole situation peaked upon landing - with a sweet stewardess giving me a cool rag for my forehead - while I clutched 2 barf bags with great expectations. We landed and I thought I was home free. I was so wrong. I had to waddle my way back to the lavatory - while everyone else was disembarking....and then it hit full throttle. My stomach completely evacuated itself and EVERYONE heard. Sweet co-travelers offered disposable toothbrushes and wet ones and I sat there laughing at how very comical it all was.
I felt great after that.
Hubs and I had to run to our connecting flight, but stopped at Starbucks for more water and some goodies to rehydrate - then jumped onto a much larger plane hoping for little better than bearable.
Well, God must love us because we lucked out with bulkhead seats - right behind first class, they served a meal (don't know how long it's been since I have had a meal on a plane), AND we had drink service throughout. It was just lovely.
I will probably never fly pregnant again unless absolutely necessary....and I certainly won't be flying through Houston (or anywhere) any time soon. I was sick as a dog and I am convinced that lil' girl only survived because she was protected by my tummy. I can't imagine having a newborn on a plane.
We left at 12:25AM - basically the middle of the night - and flew into Houston. Not a terrible flight - lots of sleep and I believe hubs watched a movie (he doesn't sleep while traveling). We landed in Houston, grabbed breakfast, boarded our TINY plane....and then had a not so wonderful flight. I've done my fair share of flying. I've been flying since I was little. This plane (and I used the term plane loosely) was my match. I don't know if it was the pregnancy or the ridiculous HEAT, stale air, or overwhelming noise....but, I got a little disoriented, felt very uncomfortable, and just closed my eyes for the duration of the hour-forty-five minute flight. We got off of that flight quickly, were greeted by my sweet mom - who bought us some lunch, and then we jumped in my parents' van and headed towards the Hubs' family. Driving 3+ hours after being in an airplane for 8 hours on NO sleep is a lot of fun - let me tell you. My hubs was nodding off in the middle of dinner - and I couldn't blame him.
We spent a few days at the Hubs, a few days in our home-town with friends, and then a few more days with my family. We ate a lot of good food, spent a lot of time with good folks, and really enjoyed our time.
Now, the travel back was a tad more difficult. I was dreading the flight back. Mainly because I didn't want to leave and also because I knew that little evil plane that would be taking me from the South to Houston. I felt good. I had a little lunch before our flight. Then the plane took off. I have NEVER been so nauseous in my life (maybe an exaggeration). But, my head was pounding, the light hurt my eyes, my head felt dizzy, my tummy was unsettled, and I just couldn't get comfortable. The whole situation peaked upon landing - with a sweet stewardess giving me a cool rag for my forehead - while I clutched 2 barf bags with great expectations. We landed and I thought I was home free. I was so wrong. I had to waddle my way back to the lavatory - while everyone else was disembarking....and then it hit full throttle. My stomach completely evacuated itself and EVERYONE heard. Sweet co-travelers offered disposable toothbrushes and wet ones and I sat there laughing at how very comical it all was.
I felt great after that.
Hubs and I had to run to our connecting flight, but stopped at Starbucks for more water and some goodies to rehydrate - then jumped onto a much larger plane hoping for little better than bearable.
Well, God must love us because we lucked out with bulkhead seats - right behind first class, they served a meal (don't know how long it's been since I have had a meal on a plane), AND we had drink service throughout. It was just lovely.
I will probably never fly pregnant again unless absolutely necessary....and I certainly won't be flying through Houston (or anywhere) any time soon. I was sick as a dog and I am convinced that lil' girl only survived because she was protected by my tummy. I can't imagine having a newborn on a plane.
6.12.2010
Finally...body issues come in handy
Quick Baby Update:
27 weeks, 2 days. Baby is doing great - she is extremely active, a bit feisty, and still loves Daddy's voice. I only gained 5 pounds over the last 2 months and am feeling GREAT. I am starting to swell (feet), but work has recently required much more exclusive UP or DOWN time. Hopefully, with summer ahead I will have more control of where and how I can move - and this will help alleviate the balloons attached to my ankles.
Now, for the real post.
We're looking forward to a trip South for a few days. Family and friends are ready to see the growing bump (and maybe us too). We originally set the travel dates a bit later in the summer - until my thoughtful mother-in-law pointed out to us that I would be way beyond the point flying safely at that time. Thanks Momma J! Trip dates were consequently moved up.
It's not very hot here in the Pacific Northwest yet - so, I'm looking forward to wearing cute sun dresses and being able to get more than a few hours of sunshine each day. I'm also looking forward to the possibility of a pool. Floating would just be heavenly right now...and maybe "Sose" would enjoy it to.
The pool brings with it some issues - like a maternity bathing suit. Are you kidding me?! I don't like shopping for bathing suits when I'm not sporting a basketball in my mid-section, how am I suppose to enjoy spending time, energy, tears, and cash on an over-priced maternity suit that might make 2-4 appearances this summer?
I went to Old Navy and tried on bikinis (first time EVER) with the thought process that a bikini is a bikini and my stomach sticking out is completely acceptable. It was actually cute. I think I can actually pull off a bikini more pregnant than when it's just me. Downside: I feel pretty exposed. Ain't no way thar little top was going to fully support Sose's future food supply (trying to state it delicately).
Giving up on NOT having to spend an arm and a leg, I went online. $118 for a maternity suit that doesn't look like a giant egg dyed for Easter and I'm not so much willing to part with $118. After a few more unsuccessful web searches, I thought, "I'll just try on my swimsuit from last season...who knows?"
I bought this suit from Land's End (I love their modest suits) and haven't been able to wear it much. It is made for those of us with long torsos. It's always been a little big in the tummy and bust, but I didn't think I had ordered an ill-sized suit - until I tried it on today....and it fit...perfectly. Looking at a fast approaching third trimester still fitting in my normal bathing suit made this lil' momma feel pretty good.
I guess always buying big clothes has an upside. I look good during pregnancy - and probably like a complete mess when not with child. Oh well.
Now, nobody burst my bubble in the comments section and remind me of the fact that swimsuits are by design stretchy....it will not go well with you. ;)
27 weeks, 2 days. Baby is doing great - she is extremely active, a bit feisty, and still loves Daddy's voice. I only gained 5 pounds over the last 2 months and am feeling GREAT. I am starting to swell (feet), but work has recently required much more exclusive UP or DOWN time. Hopefully, with summer ahead I will have more control of where and how I can move - and this will help alleviate the balloons attached to my ankles.
Now, for the real post.
We're looking forward to a trip South for a few days. Family and friends are ready to see the growing bump (and maybe us too). We originally set the travel dates a bit later in the summer - until my thoughtful mother-in-law pointed out to us that I would be way beyond the point flying safely at that time. Thanks Momma J! Trip dates were consequently moved up.
It's not very hot here in the Pacific Northwest yet - so, I'm looking forward to wearing cute sun dresses and being able to get more than a few hours of sunshine each day. I'm also looking forward to the possibility of a pool. Floating would just be heavenly right now...and maybe "Sose" would enjoy it to.
The pool brings with it some issues - like a maternity bathing suit. Are you kidding me?! I don't like shopping for bathing suits when I'm not sporting a basketball in my mid-section, how am I suppose to enjoy spending time, energy, tears, and cash on an over-priced maternity suit that might make 2-4 appearances this summer?
I went to Old Navy and tried on bikinis (first time EVER) with the thought process that a bikini is a bikini and my stomach sticking out is completely acceptable. It was actually cute. I think I can actually pull off a bikini more pregnant than when it's just me. Downside: I feel pretty exposed. Ain't no way thar little top was going to fully support Sose's future food supply (trying to state it delicately).
Giving up on NOT having to spend an arm and a leg, I went online. $118 for a maternity suit that doesn't look like a giant egg dyed for Easter and I'm not so much willing to part with $118. After a few more unsuccessful web searches, I thought, "I'll just try on my swimsuit from last season...who knows?"
I bought this suit from Land's End (I love their modest suits) and haven't been able to wear it much. It is made for those of us with long torsos. It's always been a little big in the tummy and bust, but I didn't think I had ordered an ill-sized suit - until I tried it on today....and it fit...perfectly. Looking at a fast approaching third trimester still fitting in my normal bathing suit made this lil' momma feel pretty good.
I guess always buying big clothes has an upside. I look good during pregnancy - and probably like a complete mess when not with child. Oh well.
Now, nobody burst my bubble in the comments section and remind me of the fact that swimsuits are by design stretchy....it will not go well with you. ;)
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