...Creepy "Stage Mom" Alert.
Friday, April 27, 2012
My wonderful friend Caryn lent me a bunch of Prenatal workout DVDs, my favorite in particular being 10 Minute Solutions Prenatal Pilates. Although in my ideal world I would be doing this DVD daily, I'm normally hover around doing it 1-3 times a week.
The main reason being that if I don't get it done before Grace wakes up, it doesn't get done. Do I dare mention that this 36 weeks pregnant instructor with her toned pregnant body kicks my trash to the curb every single time, and I may or may not have to take to my bed afterwards....
Perhaps my pregnant buns and thighs won't be as toned as they promised on the DVD, but there is always next time, right?
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
This year Aaron was able to participate in some fundraising through his work for the March of Dimes. On Saturday we set our alarms, packed snacks, and headed downtown to join the walk. We seriously underestimated the amount of people that would be participating and ended up having to park about a mile away and walk to the starting line. A little pre-walk, walk, if you will. But the weather was gorgeous and the company was good. It was amazing to see all of the people who had joined together for a good cause.
After about 4 Braxton Hicks contractions Aaron and I decided to head back at the "Tiny Tot Turnaround" instead of braving the whole 5 mile walk. I didn't want to go into Pre-term labor at a walk for babies who are born super early. We still got a good 2 miles in though. Right when we turned around we saw some friends of ours and kicked ourselves for not planning better and walking together.
My one requirement for the day was to take a picture together as a family. Yes, I am rocking some EY gear, and yes the girl who took our picture cut Grace's chin off. But, we got the picture and that is all that matters, right?
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
My mother-in-law sent me a "relaxation package" chock-full of gear to make a pregnant woman feel like a million bucks. And thus began an addiction. This little bottle holds some amazing liquid. The smell alone sends tingles of calm and relaxation down my spine, I can't get enough of it.
Monday, April 23, 2012
I have tried to write this blog post all day. Somehow, whichever words I chose to use didn't seem to do this morning justice. I had a sonogram scheduled. Standard check ups and measurements, and probably one last "look" before Baby Boy is born. I was excited, as per usual.
This morning my wonderful friend and neighbor told me to drop Grace off at her place despite the super early hour. Then Aaron told me that he was going to join me for my appointment. Little things that make big differences.
This sonogram wasn't all business like the anatomy scan at 20 weeks. The ultrasound tech took a few measurements and hovered for longer periods on the "cute" and fascinating things like watching him kick his feet or cover his face with his hands. We saw a profile shot, and a shot of his feet (which are definitely snug underneath my ribs on the right side). She measured his head, torso, and leg to get an approximate measurement of his weight (3lbs 4oz).
Then she switched the sonogram to 3D mode. Did you know that standard in-office machines do 3D? I didn't. I thought you had to go to a place in the mall and pay a big chunk of money just to see things in 3D. But all of the sudden there was my son's face, right there on the screen. I was floored. His chin rested on his chest and his little cheeks sagged just so, and he was sticking his little lips out.
I'm in love, smitten with this little thing that usually wakes up to party at 11:30pm. Today I desperately wished it was July and that I was looking directly into his face and cuddling his little body in my arms. His pictures are on hanging on the fridge and I find myself stopping just to stare at them. Grace and I sat down to look at them. "Grace, this is your baby brother." "Oh, baby brother" And then we pointed out his eyes, and nose, and mouth. She probably still doesn't understand but she will soon enough.
It was an amazing morning. I was giddy. Can you believe that little face and body are somehow crammed into this belly?
Today I saw my son.
Is is July yet?
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
I think the thing I love most about my phone is the picture taking. It's easy to take pictures, they look decent, it's easy to download them, and easy to text them to Aaron. Getting email on my phone along with Instagram and Facebook is pretty nice too. I'm pretty easy to please. All you tech savvy phone people don't judge me to harshly.
Back to the picture taking. Sometimes it is nice not to lug my big camera around, and sometimes there are moments that pass in which retrieving said camera from it's "camera spot" would take more time than the moment would allow. So my phone camera is a perfect go to option. I find myself scrolling through my phone's photo library and laughing at the daily moments that are captured. The moments where nothing significant is really happening, but they are a great depiction of everyday life. Most of these moments are recorded and sent to Aaron with one liner's about what is going on or what Grace said. For example:
Grace, with baby doll in tow, sitting up close and personal. Who needs an IMAX theater, am I right?
My 30 minute "Computer Time" alarm went off, I should probably be constructive and clean my apartment. But it was fun to take a walk down Mobile Me lane.
Monday, April 16, 2012
Sunday, April 15, 2012
A few weeks ago Aaron was in Utah for a recruiting event. You might remember this occurrence since I blogged/whined about it here. The nice thing about Aaron doing recruiting events in Utah is that his parents live out there and it gives him the chance to stay and catch up with them.
Aaron returned home and a day or two later he got a letter in the mail. Inside the letter was his "Official Man Card," and details outlining the terms and conditions for it. We were laughing hysterically as we read it over.
AARON BARNARD is hereby awarded an official MAN CARD for manly acts beyond the call of duty. Specifically, you are being recognized for your attention to your *sick (but still beautiful) daughter even though you had the opportunity to party hearty with your parents in Utah.
Please be advised that this MAN CARD can, and will, be revoked if you participate in any of the following events:
1. The wearing of excessive pink, excluding tea parties with your daughter.
2. The purchase or lease of a Prius (or any other egg-shaped car).
3. The reading with intent to enjoy any of the Twilight novels.
Should your MAN CARD be revoked, it can not be re-rewarded unless you can unequivocally prove to the MAN CARD COMMITTEE that you have successfully run with the bulls at Pablona. Your survival of the event is not required.
CONGRATULATIONS FROM ALL OF US (high five, chest bump, light pat on the rear)
(*The sick event referring to a terrible sick day Grace had the last day Aaron was out of town where I spent pretty much the entire day talking to Aaron on the phone, updating him on what was happening, and sending him pictures like this:)
I will have you know that Aaron's Man Card is printed out on an official business card that he could carry in his wallet. One never knows when proof of one's manhood needs to be shown. I hope to one day frame his card and letter, because the whole thing is too epic not to have hanging on our wall.
And congratulations Aaron, you are officially a man.
Mad props to Aaron's parents for their ridiculously awesome creativity.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
I know what you have been missing in your lives, and that would probably have to be me standing in front of a mirror taking a picture of myself. Spot on, right?
A few days later I found myself in a situation. After a particularly sweaty and uncomfortable day I was with a group of girls and one asked "How are you feeling?" I said "As good as you can feel when it seems like there is cottage cheese down to your ankles and sweat rings the size of moons under your arms." As the words were escaping my mouth my brain caught onto a small fact. There was a girl standing in the group who would have given anything to be pregnant. A girl who would have taken the cottage cheese legs and sweaty underarms just for the pregnancy experience. And suddenly it was too late, I couldn't take my words back. I felt awful, like I just wanted to crawl inside a hole and die.
I became what I never thought I would be. I was taking for granted something that I wanted so badly and something that came when I least expected it. I have been so caught up in the slight discomforts that I forgot what a blessing it was that I got to be carrying this sweet baby. I forgot the tear filled moments on my knees begging for these moments of heartburn and weight gain. I felt so ashamed. I woke up this morning with a better resolve to "get over my bad self" and enjoy what I have been given. But to those who might have heard me complain about being pregnant and wanted to punch me in the face, I am so so sorry. Please find it in your hearts to forgive me.
Here is what has been going on at 28 weeks:
-Baby boy has been active. I think his feet are somewhere near my right ribs and I feel the hiccups most (which I love) underneath my belly button. I have a sonogram in two weeks so I'll get to see whether my guesses were right. He moves across my belly and we're starting to see random things poking out here and there. Aaron always asks, "What is that?" I wish I knew whether it was a knee or an elbow.
-I normally fall asleep on my side and wake up in the same position the next morning. If I have to change sides I have to wake up, although I have mastered using my elbows behind me to roll over. Sometimes I wake up on my back and have a slight panic attack hoping I haven't hurt the baby somehow.
-My Braxton Hicks contractions come randomly throughout the day depending on what I am doing or whether I have to go to the bathroom, but they start coming regularly at 10:00 at night. Aaron and I are now well read on Braxton Hicks contractions, making sure we know the ins and outs should something out of the ordinary happen. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that perhaps all this "practice" will gear me up for a quick labor (a girl can dream).
-I find myself day-dreaming about this little one a lot. What will he look like? Will he be bigger than Grace? Will he look like Grace? Will he come early or late? I can't wait for July to come. I'm excited for the changes that he will bring into our little family dynamic.
Friday, April 13, 2012
A few weeks ago my sister invited us down to Houston to celebrate Easter. A lot of different things had to be sorted out in order for us to go. A week before Easter we weren't sure whether a drive down to Houston was in the cards. I told that to my sister who relayed the information to my parents who were coming in town for Easter as well. A couple days later the last few pieces fell into place and Aaron and I were more than ready for a vacation, however brief it might be. We decided to keep our visit a secret since everyone (my sister aside-someone had to know we were coming) thought we weren't able to make it.
Our bags were packed, the apartment was clean, and after Aaron got home from a half-day at work we piled into the car and made the drive. We arrived around 8pm and my sister snuck outside to greet us. She grabbed Grace and headed back inside with Aaron and I trailing behind her. It was a lot of fun to surprise everyone. Stacey must be a pretty good secret-keeper because no one had any idea. We chatted, caught up, and eventually crashed in bed.
The next morning the boys headed out for a round of golf, and the girls and kids headed off to an Easter egg hunt and brunch at our friend Lauren's house.
My Mom's birthday was the following Tuesday, so we took the opportunity to celebrate her with as many of us together as we could manage. I will have you know that my parents are posing like this to make fun of some of the ridiculous engagement picture poses that Aaron and I had to do way back when. Dinner out at Lupe's.
On Easter morning we headed downstairs to see if the Easter bunny had come.
Happy Easter from the Barnards!
It was a short trip, but definitely a good one. Just what the doctor ordered.