Belly & Me: Week 24

So, I’ve had this shirt for about two years now. Maybe less. It’s always been very good to me; very cute and such. It’s always been very flattering; flowy around the waist to conceal my not so flat tummy. I put it on last night before I went to chorus and I was floored. Absolutely floored.. Let’s just say it’s NEVER stretched this much before.

I was amazed at how…. PREGNANT I look in this shirt!!!!!!!! I mean, obviously I know I’m pregnant. But I was just floored. Woot woot!

The Most Stubborn Baby in Town

I’m still fighting with Nellie to be more active. I have a sneaky suspicion that my uterus has risen a little bit, and she within it. As I’ve mentioned before, I have an anterior placenta so she is probably kicking it more often than kicking me. I am also aware that she still has growing and moving room and that she may be facing away from me; kicking toward my spine rather than my tummy.


Okay, I don’t think she ever actually kicked me in the vagina, but sometimes it felt like she was; she was kicking so low. I remember telling DH that sometimes when she’d kick, I could literally feel it in my crotch.

I felt her a few times during chorus last night but not as much as I usually do when we’re singing. This morning I stood at the mirror and prodded my belly. I poked it. I rubbed it. Nada. The little girl didn’t give me ANYTHING. Patiently, I waddled (yes, I waddle now) to the fridge and pulled out the orange juice. I poured myself a glass, laid on my back on the couch and drank the entire glass. I waited, and waited….. And waited. Nothing. Zero. Zip. Not even a wiggle.

So I got up, and took a shower. Sometimes the shower wakes her up. I think I might have felt a little nudge, but I’m not sure. As of this morning I have yet to feel a good movement from her. I am trying to remain calm and take deep breaths, but it’s not easy. I have a doctor’s appointment today and will be getting an ultrasound, so at least that’s something, right? I just have to close my eyes and tell myself that my baby is fine. I can’t help but feel anxious and worried, but deep down inside when I ask that little inner voice of mine if I really think something has gone awry, that little voice answers no. It’s the same voice I’ve had from the beginning of this pregnancy; that voice has whispered to me constantly that everything is OK and that this little girl is destined to meet this world alive and kicking.

Just a few more hours until 3:00. Once I see her moving, I will be okay. Even if I can’t feel her; as long as I know she’s in there and thriving I will be able to exhale.

Provoking the Baby

Nellie has been quiet today; more quiet than I like her to be. So naturally, being the overly-paranoid mommy that I am, I have been trying to provoke her into kicking me all morning. My efforts have included:

Sitting down.
Standing up.
Wiggling my body.
Prodding my stomach.
Gently shaking my stomach.
Eating four pieces of chocolate (covering my shirt with chocolate in the process)
Eating hot soup.
Drinking cold water.

Eating the pieces of chocolate evoked one kick from her. One lousy kick. You know, I always thought that when she started moving I would feel BETTER, and worry LESS. I don’t think that seems to be the case. Ugh.

Right as I started typing this blog, she gave me about 5 good kicks as if to mock me and my efforts to make her move.

I think that this proves that I officially have the world’s most stubborn baby. She is snarky and has a really strange sense of humor, even in utero.

Anniversary, Barbershop, and V-Day

We’re broke right now, so our anniversary celebration consisted of bringing home some food from the grocery store, eating at home and watching Queer as Folk. It was great. We spent good quality time just the two of us, snuggling and being cozy together. I managed to get off work 3 hours early so that was a nice little treat, too!

Saturday night my chorus held a little mini “show”. It was free admission, we provided food and had a silent auction to raise money for the chorus. We performed a few times throughout the evening. The turnout was amazing, and we ended up raising almost $1500 for the chorus. I was blown away by how many people came, and how much money we were able to raise! The food was fantastic; my singing sisters sure do know how to throw a party!

After everyone had left, me and the three ladies that I’m forming a quartet with snuck off for some practice. We sang together for about a half an hour, and were all really excited with how we sound. The game plan for now is to learn and perfect a few Christmas songs and once International competition is over in October, audition with them to become an OFFICIAL quartet. I’M SO EXCITED. We sound so good together and it feels so awesome to be finally singing in a quartet! I’ve officially been singing with the girls for a year. I went to my first Sweet Adeline rehearsal in late September and became a member on November 4th, 2008. So not too much longer ’till my one year “official” anniversary!

Yesterday I hit 24 weeks. VIABILITY! Baby girl can now make it on the outside if she has to…. Which, of course, I’m not hoping for but it’s nice to have that little sigh of relief that if something terrible were to happen she’d as least have a chance at making it. I started feeling all sorts of movement last week. From Weds-Fri, she was kicking me regularly; every day around lunchtime and then every night around 6-7. Pretty good, strong kicks, too. Saturday and Sunday, however, were more quiet. I DID feel her, but just not as regularly, as often or as strong. I’m a little worried and am hoping that it’s normal at 24 weeks to still feel irregular movement and variations in strength. I’m sure it all has to do with how she’s laying, which part of the body she’s using to nudge me with, etcetera. I have another appointment on Wednesday so I’ll be able to see her again. I know I’m just being a worrywart. I kept poking and prodding at her yesterday to provoke her to move and DH kept swatting my hand away going, “Let her sleep!” He’s so cute.

She poked me this morning with a foot, or something so that makes me feel a little better. Like I said, I still feel her but it’s not as reassuringly often or as hard as it was last week.

Ah, motherhood. The first of many, many years to come of worry.

24 Weeks – Baby Corn

Your baby’s growing steadily, having gained about 4 ounces since last week. That puts him at just over a pound. Since he’s almost a foot long (picture an ear of corn), he cuts a pretty lean figure at this point, but his body is filling out proportionally and he’ll soon start to plump up. His brain is also growing quickly now, and his taste buds are continuing to develop. His lungs are developing “branches” of the respiratory “tree” as well as cells that produce surfactant, a substance that will help his air sacs inflate once he hits the outside world. His skin is still thin and translucent, but that will start to change soon.

Looking In the Eyes of Love

Photo courtesy of Nancy Hellsten
It’s been four years since I married my best friend. Four years ago I was getting ready for the biggest event (to that point) of my life. I wasn’t scared, and I wasn’t nervous. I was excited and full of anticipation for the big day. The day still stands so clearly in my memory; I remember almost every single detail about it. From the music, to the cake, to the champagne we toasted with (which was just awful, by the way!)… Everything was perfect. It was the day I’d dreamed of, filled with my family, friends and most importantly… My best friend; my husband.

What a journey we’ve had together these past four years. Now as I sit here, feeling the beautiful baby we’ve created together kick, I can’t help but smile and feel that same anticipation that I did on my wedding day for what’s yet to come.

Turn Around

I’ve mentioned the barbershop group that I admire so called The Buzz. My budding quartet and I are wanting to learn a song that they have performed so I was flipping through their CD and came across a very pretty intro to a song I hadn’t really paid attention to anymore. The song made me cry, and my daughter isn’t even here yet. It’s sweet and beautiful, and you may have heard it before. Here are the lyrics.

Where are you going, my little one, little one
Where are you going, my baby, my own?
Turn around and you’re two, turn around and you’re four
Turn around and you’re a young girl going out of my door

Turn around, turn around
Turn around and you’re a young girl going out of my door

Where are you going, my little one, little one
Pigtails and petticoats, where have you gone?
Turn around and you’re tiny, turn around and you’re grown
Turn around and you’re a young wife with babes of your own

Turn around, turn around
Turn around and you’re a young wife with babes of your own

Turn around, turn around
Turn around and you’re the young girl going out of the door
Where are you going, my little one, little one
Where are you going, my baby, my own?

My Baby Loves Barbershop

Last night at chorus rehearsal, Nellie was being very quiet. We have a little event coming up this weekend and were running through our repertoire. The first song we started singing was “Blue Skies”, and once we got going I felt her kicking and wiggling around. I loved it! She kept kicking during the entire rehearsal and only calmed down once we had stopped singing. I have a barbershop baby!

DH and I were lying in bed last night, and I was on my side. He had his hand on my belly when all of a sudden I felt a nice little kick. He gasped out loud, and I said, “Did you feel her??” and he said yes. It was really awesome! Later after he had gone to sleep, I was laying on my side with my arm draped over my belly like I usually do when I felt a big POP on my arm. I also felt it from the inside, and I knew that it was my little girl kicking me. I gasped out loud and DH stirred a little bit but didn’t wake up. I went to sleep with a huge smile on my face.

For your enjoyment, here’s the cutest video ever created:

The Perks of Being A Corporate Tool

I get to eat birthday cake several times a year.

Cranky Pants

I am in a mood today. I swear, these hormones have just grabbed ahold of me and made me their bitch.

I started off the day in a really good mood. A great mood, even. Then once I started working, it slowly went downhill from there. I think that I’m stressing out about money and work, and it’s all just poisoning my system with cranky feelings and general blah.

I’ve been sitting here trying to get my work done, and every single interaction I’ve had with someone other than my husband has gotten on my nerves today. I just want to shut myself off in a room and make everyone leave me the hell alone. I’m trying very hard to stop feeling so stressed and just relax, because stress isn’t good for the baby girl. I don’t want her feeling her mommy’s stress, worry and woes… Only her mommy’s positive energy and love. I guess I just have to remind myself that everyone’s entitled to their “down” days, and I need to stop being so hard on myself. I’m looking forward to this day being over with.

I’m not getting a lot of sleep, and I think that’s a factor, too. My body and mind are both very tired.