Warm Fuzzy Feeling – Not Coffee Induced

I decided to treat myself this morning to some Starbucks. A bunch of my friends have been going on and on about Starbucks Pumpkin Spice Lattes…. So I had to have one. I went, and had the best barista (is it still a barista if it’s a man?) ever. He was cheerful and funny, and just made my day. When I pulled up to the window, he gave me my decaf pumpkin latte, and said he himself had been decaf for over ten years and that Starbucks had many tasty decaf drinks. I patted my belly and said, “Well, I don’t have a choice but to drink decaf, being pregnant.” and he nodded and said, “I’m glad to hear that. I always get worried when I see pregnant women coming in here ordering shots of this, and extra shots of that and so on.”

Now, I could have gotten very offended and ruffled. I can see how someone might get offended by this guy’s statement, but I happen to agree with him. I realize that a little bit of caffeine probably isn’t going to hurt your baby, but it certainly can’t be the healthiest thing in the world for that tiny heart, so why not abstain or cut down for 9 measly little months? So this man’s statement did not offend me, I just nodded in agreement and thanked him for my coffee. Before I pulled away, he smiled and said, “You’re already a great mommy. You have a wonderful day.”
And I felt like a freaking superhero. I had the biggest smile on my face all the way to work, and still do. I feel like I’ve done very well by this little girl so far. I have tried my best to eat healthy foods (I fail, I admit, but I DO try), I don’t smoke or drink, and I have almost eliminated my caffeine intake entirely. By “almost” I mean sometimes I do have a sip or two of Coke or sweet tea when my taste buds are interested in it. But I’ve never had a full glass/serving of anything caffeinated since seeing that positive pregnancy test. I drink water all day long, and take my prenatals. It was really nice to be acknowledged for doing something as small as ordering a decaf coffee.
My hair is a mess right now, and I blame it on the fact that I can’t afford the shampoo and conditioner I normally get, which is this:

Because they’re $8 a bottle. I know, it’s outrageous but it’s really good shampoo and conditioner. So I’ve been using the Pantene shampoo I bought during a temporary moment of insanity (I HATE Pantene, and don’t know why I bought this crap. I think it’s because it smelled good) and some leftover Kiss My Face conditioner that I had. Hopefully I’ll be able to justify a $16 hair purchase in the near future because my locks look like crap.

One of the ladies at chorus came up to me last night and proclaimed, “You weren’t pregnant two weeks ago! I swear! Look at you, you look SO PREGNANT now!”
See?

…….. And I still have 3 months to go.

Cold Nose, Warm Heart

I am sitting in my office and FREEZING right now. It’s cold and rainy outside. My body temperature has been elevated since becoming pregnant, so this is rare. I’m actually cold! I am sipping on some caffeine free tea and feeling better.

I had a fantastic weekend. Saturday was so busy for us; usually we are just content lounging around and being lazy on the weekends but this weekend was different! We went to the bank, and then checked out a few apartment/duplexes for rent. We didn’t find anything we liked (one duplex had a $1,000 pet deposit. I almost choked!). Afterward we headed out to Babies R Us and zapped a few things on our registry. We agreed to register for a brand new crib; DH wanted to use an old family one but I just wasn’t comfortable with it and the thought scared me. So he finally said okay and we registered for a really nice one that will convert to a toddler bed, then a big-kid bed. We also registered for a stroller/car seat, a high chair, a swing and a pack n’ play. We ended up finding all of those things in his parents’ storage shed from when his sister had her little boy about 7 years ago, but we figured that we would register for new stuff anyway. If we get those things then great, if not, then we can use his sister’s hand-me-down items. We registered for gender neutral stuff so we can use the things for future babies if we do receive them.

Registering made everything just that much more real for me. I obviously know I’m pregnant as Nellie kicks every day and I am now showing, but registering for those items; looking at the crib and baby swing and knowing that my little girl would be resting and playing in them so soon just made it so much more real. I was smiling a huge smile all day because of it. I’m also really excited about the prospect of a nursery. I know that we may not be able to customize it 100% the way we want as we don’t own our own space, but it seems most apartment/duplex complexes are pretty lenient about painting.. As long as you keep it a shade that’s easily painted over they’re okay.

The 2 bedroom space may not happen right off the bat when we want it, but that’s okay. We can keep baby girl in our room (not our bed) for a few months until we find something that fits us. I am still hoping we find a 2 BR space before she comes.

Saturday night we headed downtown to check out the annual free bluegrass festival. We enjoyed an ice cream treat (COLD STONE!) and watched kids frolic and play. We were all smiles the whole time thinking about next year, when we will have our daughter to take along with us on such treks. I just cannot wait to meet her and have her in our lives; to hear her little babble, see her every morning and hold her. I’m getting so excited and anxious for her arrival.

We are also toying with the idea of doing the 3d ultrasound. We’re waiting on a few things to find out if it’ll be feasible and are keeping our fingers crossed. If we’re able to, we will probably do it around Thanksgiving so we have pictures to hand out as Christmas presents.

We’re almost in double-digits.. As of today we had 104 days until our due date. It’ll be here before we know it!!!!

25 Weeks – Baby Rutabega

Head to heels, your baby now measures about 13 1/2 inches. Her weight — a pound and a half — isn’t much more than an average rutabaga, but she’s beginning to exchange her long, lean look for some baby fat. As she does, her wrinkled skin will begin to smooth out and she’ll start to look more and more like a newborn. She’s also growing more hair — and if you could see it, you’d now be able to discern its color and texture.