Nesting

I've got some major nesting going on, at least I think that's what's going on.

I got on a kick this weekend to clean. Maybe it was because Kelsey was gone Friday and Saturday and I had nothing better to do. I started with laundry folding, then decided to tackle our bathroom which was absolutely disgusting. I've been meaning to scrub the tub, but it's way too hard to get on my hands and knees and do it. I just felt so much better -- more at ease -- when it was done.

Then I started on Luke's nursery and his clothes. He has A LOT of clothes! We bought some bins that will go in the storage unit. It's great because they are little and his things wont' get lost in the shuffle.

Here are the bins. They match the bedding (brown, green and blue). The brown ones have little monkey faces on them. So far I have onesies; sleepers; socks, hats and pants; receving blankets; and bibs & burp cloths. I have about 4-6 more bins, so I'll have plenty of room for other stuff.

How cute are all these socks?? They barely covered the bottom of this tiny laundry basket. LOVE IT!

I continued with my productivity by cleaning out underneath the guest bathroom sink and making room for his bath supplies and his tub, then making his own shelf in our hallway linen closet. This is where I have his little hooded towels, washcloths, crib sheets and blankets.

I have never been able to fold fitted sheets, and as I was folding his freshly cleaned stuff, I realized that was ALL the sheets he has!  So they look terrible. Mom has tried to teach me and I do ALRIGHT, but it still bugs me. I like having things really folded nicely.

I went in his room and tried to put things away as much as I could, but there is still so much to do with the nursery. We need to get the curtains hung, the furniture painted, toy box painted and covered (Kelsey is going to put padding on top and make it an extra seat) and also paint the little wooden LUKE letters that will go in his room. We also have some cute stick ons for the walls and some other artwork to hang. I know we still have two months, but that is going to go by so quickly.

I literally worked until my body just gave out, but it felt so good to be able to look at all those clothes and make some sense of it all. 

A couple friends had babies this weekend, and seeing their pictures makes me want to see him even more!

Ultrasound and updates

I'm terrible at updating this blog, so for the people who read it -- sorry! I actually don't' have a whole lot to update regularly so my sister keeps me in line and reminds me that I have this baby blog to tend to!

Friday we had our third ultrasound. This one was a "Level 2" which means it was more details (although it didn't look any more detailed to me). I think the main thing is that a doctor looks at it along with the ultrasound tech. So anyway, our appointment was at 2, so we got there right on time but still had to wait for at least 30 minutes. A resident called us in and she asked if it was OK for her to do the ultrasound and for a tech to come in after. Apparently it was her first ultrasound ever (or at least seemed like it) because she fumbled through the whole thing. The best part is when she kept it on my belly just long enough to watch Luke stretch and kick when I could feel it! It was the first time to see him and feel him at the same time. I started laughing and it made the ultrasound image shake.

An ultrasound tech came in to check on the resident and they saw him shaking his little banana at the camera. Of course they froze on it and took some pictures! Kelsey is so proud of his son's private parts, and I guess that's a guy thing. I've talked to lots of Mom's of boys and their hubbys feel the same way! They said it had been a long time since they saw a baby showing off that much. I hope that doesn't mean he's going to be a show off. :)

We waited about 30 more minutes for the doctor to come in. He brought in a resident who looked no older than our interns at work. The doctor sat down on the table with me and let the resident take the driver's seat. They went over every little part in detail. I felt like I was watching Sesame Street, Medical Edition. The doctor would say, "What's this funny looking thing?" and the resident would say "the stomach sir!" Then they found my extremely full bladder and got a kick out of looking at that.

The doctor gave him good "grades" on his development. He said everything looked great. He had an "impeccable nasal bone" and had just enough fluid to float around in. It was comforting to know that everything is going OK and hear it from a doctor. Not that our regular ultrasound tech doesn't' know her stuff, but the doctor was really thorough. We did find out that he is a little on the light side (doctor's words) but that it wasn't anything to worry about. he said some babies are line backers, some of them are gymnasts (or point guards, as Kelsey said later). I sort of hope he stays tiny so he'll be easier to push out!

So that's all the news with my little one. He is growing daily and likes to kick a lot. He hates when I wear clothes that are close to my belly and will kick at them all the time. I always wonder what he's thinking, if it's getting in his way and he's trying to kick it away from him. I also like to picture him dressed for whatever occasion I'm dressed for: during business meetings, wearing a little necktie; a trip to the beach he'd be wearing swim trunks. Hey, I can't see him, might as well imagine him!

Pregancy isn't that bad!

The other day I read somebody's status on Facebook, and it was a girl who was complaining about how much she hates being pregnant and it made me sad. I know that it's not all peaches and cream, but you're carrying your CHILD...how is that not a labor of love? What if your child heard you saying that? I know it's silly but I think pregnancy is really wonderful and so special..every time I see my little bump everything that is hurting just fades.

Although I'm still considered to be in the "honeymoon" of pregnancy, I have had a few aches and pains and "not fun" stuff. The heat is especially bad for me. We've had record breaking heat lately in Gainesville, so I try to stay in as much as possible. This weekend we did go out a few times, but luckily Sunday was rainy all day and it really cooled things down. When I get heated up, it's hard for me to cool down, thanks to this little space heater I'm growing. I get winded pretty easily, too, although since I've been trying to walk in the evenings it hasn't been as bad.

Then there's my bladder. It was small before a tiny person was laying on it, now it wont' hold any amount of liquid before I have to go to the bathroom. This morning I had a media assist, so I went to the bathroom, and had to go again after I got to the hospital! It's ridiculous. And I have trouble getting it all out, so I'm just sitting there with a marathon pee session where it comes out like a tiny stream.

I know it's going to get harder before he gets here, but I'm trying to enjoy every second of it, even the bad ones. You're only pregnant for the first time once. I mean, next time I'll have another child to take care of, so it's not going to be the same! I'm also going to come back and read this post when I'm 8 months pregnant and it's still 90 degrees in October. :)

Flutters and kicks

Lately my baby boy has had so much more activity in his little home. I am starting to feel definite periods of awake and asleep. Food definitely triggers his movements. I like to think that he's sitting there sleeping and then gets a little pure energy burst, then decides he wants to dance. "I just want to express my emotions through the medium of DANCE!"

Or he might be Billy Blanks, the TaeBo guy, except only 11 oz.

I look forward to my after dinner movements most of all, when he's the most active. Tonight he was really punching and kicking. A few weeks ago it started out just small flutters, just like I read about online. It was like someone was moving a finger really softly on my tummy, except on the inside. Now I can feel the movements, stronger twitches and thumps and even, if I concentrate hard enough, I can feel him rolling around and twisting. It's really the best feeling and so special.

Kelsey tries to feel him, but his little arms and legs aren't quite strong enough for that (and the layer of fat on my belly that was there before isn't helping!) Kelsey tries to feel him, though! At night, while we're laying in bed, Kelsey will put his hand on my belly and close his eyes and try to feel him move. The problem is, I tend to jump and say, "DID YOU FEEL THAT ONE?" which defeats the purpose. Kelsey loves to hear me talk about him moving. It's the best connection he has right now.

I also love to hear the love in Kelsey's voice when he talks about the baby. We just both love him so much. Maybe someday when he's older (MUCH older) and can appreciate it, I'll print off these blog posts and make them into a book. I hope he always knows how much we have loved him, even when all we had were tiny little flutters.