Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Stretch Mark Sighting.

It happened again. The whole, if you get up to use the bathroom you will find yourself hungry... which leads you to the kitchen and eventually the computer to unload the thoughts swirling around in your head for the internet world to read.

There is something about being in the thick of noise that leads you to appreciate quietness all the more. Currently two pre-teens and one teenager are sleeping soundly upstairs making me appreciate the soft chirping of the birds outside all the more. Our nephews and niece spent the night last night after a fun-filled evening of pizza, mini golf, ice cream and monopoly. By the time we went to bed I was exhausted, yet here I am... up way too early after a late bedtime.

Now to the point of this blog post.

My dear husband was kind enough to point out stretch marks the other day. Yep. I have joined the ranks of mothers who will be searching for cute one piece swimsuits post birth. I knew it would happen, that is was probably inevitable. But that didn't stop the couple of quick tears that I shed. So vain, I know... but I'll blame it on the hormones.

It didn't take too long after pulling out a mirror to investigate before we were in the car heading to Target to get some Vitamin E based oil. It probably won't help, but at least I can tell myself I am trying to prevent them from getting any bigger. Perhaps the special oil I bought in Germany or the loads of additional lotion I have slathered on just wasn't good enough. Wishful thinking, right? Especially when I hear time and time again that they are just hereditary.

I continue to tell myself that these little marks will only serve as a reminder of the special time I shared with my son. The only time in his life where I was able to "hold" him 24/7. After all, if moms are heroes then stretch marks are just our battle scars.

Friday, June 11, 2010

If you give a mouse a cookie...

Have you ever read that book? You know, the one where if you give a mouse a cookie then you'll have to give him a glass of milk, and if you give him a glass of milk well, there is something else he is just going to keep on wanting.

That is about how I feel at the moment; I am that mouse.

Most women talk about how many times they wake up in the night to use the bathroom. Women who are pregnant or have been pregnant often ask me how many times I get up in the night, as if it is some sort of common club we all belong to. When I tell them not at all they usually look at me as though I am crazy.

You see, if I wake up to use the bathroom then I realize I am hungry, and then I lay there thinking of everything going on in my life until I get to the point where I really, really need to eat. So I get up to eat and then sit down to blog because I realize it's been over a week since I've shared my life with you. And now here I am rambling away because it is 5:00 in the morning and my brain is barely functioning.

And that, my friends, is why I usually just don't get up in the first place. Let's hope that tomorrow night the whole "limiting liquids before bedtime" actually works again.

As a post note: some think that waking up in the night during pregnancy is God's way of preparing you for those middle of the night feedings. I just don't know if I agree. Doesn't it make more sense to try to be as rested as possible before going into the upcoming months of limited sleep?

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

32 Weeks.

We had an ultrasound appointment last week and our little guy once again showed off his stubborn ways. He absolutely refused to show his face to mom and dad! The ultrasound technician tried everything, she even had me move from one side to the next. Baby Turek was estimated to weigh about 4 lbs. 6 oz. That puts him in the 77th percentile for weight with his head measuring in the 91st percentile! That will be fun when it comes time to deliver. ;)

The images confirmed once again that we are indeed having a boy. Good thing, because the baby's room is now painted! He already has hair on his head and still has ten fingers and ten toes. Everything looked great... except for one thing.

He isn't head down yet! At our last appointment in Germany he was already head down, so I have just assumed this entire time that he was still ready to go. (Although now the location of his activity finally makes sense.) Apparently he decided he'd have more room if he laid cross-wise, so his little head and feet are in my ribs while he read end is down (and on my bladder!)

Our son loves to hang out in my ribs... kicking and prodding away. I don't mind that much, but every once in a while he shows off his strength and it seems takes the breath out of me. At least I know he is active and strong!