June 2012


Badda Bam!

Baby Bump.

30 Week Baby Bump

Don’t let this picture fool you.  It took a good 20-something shots before I felt comfortable even saving a photo on my camera and not sentencing it like so many others to the delete pile.  Which means this picture is all smoke and mirrors.  A good angle.  Good lighting.  My own personal genie who grants skinny wishes.  Something like that.  I’m feeling and probably looking much more…large…in real life.

Tonight I went to the movies and when I walked past the mirror in the bathroom I had to do a double take.  When did I start smuggling cantaloupes into the theater?

Tony and I went up north for a few days this past weekend and spent it just relaxing, watching movies, reading and enjoying a boat ride on the lake.

Know what really brings on belly laughs?  Trying on non-maternity bikinis for your husband while you’re close to 8 months pregnant.  I can finally fill out the tops, which is the plus.  But the poor bottoms weren’t exactly doing the job for full coverage around the extra junk in the trunk.

Fox definitely got in some extra baking, though.

30 Week Belly Bump

We officially no longer see toes. Or legs for that matter. It’s just all cone-shaped bump-ness to the south.

You know…that’s probably not the most attractive picture.  My apologies to subjecting you to some incredibly pale, vein-y fish belly-ness.

My appetite that was unparalleled in the first trimester has returned with a vengeance.  And this time it’s demanding ice cream.  I’m almost embarrassed by how hungry I feel all the time.  I’m actually keeping up with Tony during meals.  I’m afraid to step on the scale.

With 10 weeks left to go, I’m not sure where this kid is going to find more room, which is also frightening.  But be sure I’ll bring you a long for the ride.  And I promise no more bare belly photos.  You can stop clawing at your eyes now.

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Someone needs to drive/fly/hitchhike/hoverboard to Wisconsin right now and stop me from purchasing thousands of unbearably cute baby items from Etsy.  That website is the devil.  The devil disguised as insanely adorable, reasonably priced, homemade goods.  Often made with love and a personalized card included with the package.  Damn that devil and his personalized thank you card!

This pretty little print is residing in Fox’s nursery as we speak.

Sidenote: we’re being very cautious about all the “fox” stuff in the nursery.  AKA we’re not completely losing our marbles and decking everything out in a fox theme.  There’s a fine line between a key piece or two that touches on the cheeky fact that our son will be named after a small woodland creature and making our child grow up in a bedroom forest full of wild animal goods and art.

I also bought this:

That, my friends, is a cloth diaper cover.  A cloth diaper cover that has little furry monsters all over it with the words “Ooga Booga.”  I will die from cuteness now.  On the nursery floor.  Still clutching to my Ooga Booga diaper cover.

Someone alert Etsy please.

Dear Fox,

Today we enter the third trimester at 28 weeks.  Which means your daily activities include having a fist fight with my rib cage and adding more weight to your already 2 and half pound self, while mine are just celebrating the small victories like getting out of the car on the first try.

You are getting heavy.  And I am getting tired.  As evidenced by the picture below.

28 Week Pregnant Belly

You’re also a freeloader, but let’s not start off this relationship with name-calling.

Your father and I set up your crib the other night which, after our third attempt to figure out how to tie the crib bumper, caused me to pause and wonder if we’re actually fit to be parents.  You’ll be the judge of that, I suppose, but for the love of God, please don’t throw up first thing on the crib bumper.

Your dad also got his fingers stuck trying to put the sheets on your mattress so try not to mess that up either, ok?

Striped Nursery WallsBefore you worry that we’re sentencing you to a life full of only hues of brown, know that this is the bare bones.  We have lots of color to bring in and brighten it up for your viewing pleasure.  But I figured we could give these kind readers a sneak peek!

Window Decoration Nursery

Khaki Nursery Bedding


Crib bedding found at Land of Nod…my new online personal slice of heaven

We’re still rearranging your room and now, almost like clockwork, your dad will find me sitting in your nursery at 10 at night staring at the corner of the wall and pondering out loud whether the crib would look better here.  Or here.  Or next to this.  Or, hell, let’s put it out on the lawn because it gets much better light out there.  I am probably driving him nuts.  And when you’re old enough, you’ll be lucky enough to have me drive you nuts too.  And that’s when you and your dad will bond over video games in the basement.  But I’m getting ahead of myself here.

Every day is a reminder I’m pregnant with you.  I still fit in my pre-pregnancy jeans, but I have long since stopped zipping and buttoning and now just cover any exposed areas with my favorite Belly Band.  I thank Baby Jesus every day for the inventor of that thing because it’s been worth its weight in gold.  I’m also still wearing heels.  And everyone from my coworkers to the teller at the bank yell at me for it.  But damnit.  Your mom can still work it.

You have switched from little kicks and punches to huge rolls and flops.  It feels like you’re taking a lint roller to my insides.  You also tend to kick me in some body part that must be connected to my butt.  And that’s weird, I will admit.

Most moms wax on about how close they feel to their little ones while they’re in the womb, but I feel like I have to be completely honest with you.  Some days you still feel like a bit of a stranger to me.  I imagine what you look like and what your little personality will be, but in the end it’s still a mystery.  One that I’m so excited to find out in 12 weeks.

Then other days I feel like I know you.  You will roll around for hours and the minute I tell your father to check it out, you will stop.  You’re a little miscievous like that.  Maybe even sly.  Your name seems to fit already.

You also like a little sugar.  That’s how I know you’re my boy.  Nothing would make your mama prouder than if you were born with a candy-coated crust, son.

We’re getting down to the homestretch here and something tells me these last few months are going to fly.  Stay healthy, little man.  We’re excited to meet you.

Love,

Your Mom