Saturday, May 30, 2009

The New Chubster in Town

Here's my 29 week pregnant photo, even though I'm already 31 weeks along - my computer pooped out, so I've been a little slow in the technical arena these days....actually, I've been a little slower in EVERY arena these days...must be the 23 extra pounds I'm lugging around. For a good laugh, I'll have to get Dru to take and post a video of me walking up the flight of stairs to our apartment, legs splayed wide for balance, waddle, step, pause, waddle, step, pause - it's quite entertaining.

I'm now seeing my OB every two weeks, and so far everything is progressing right on target. The baby, who we've decided to call Fin (short for my maiden name, Findley, and meaning fair-haired warrior) is extremely active in his comfy little home; his new favorite pastime is playing kickball with my ribs and/or bladder, whichever is most uncomfortable to me at the time. If you watch long enough, you'll see my belly visibly shift and pop out as he moves - Dru thinks it's hilarious. While I'm not certain if I'm 100% ready to take on the awesome responsibility of motherhood, I'm anxious to meet our little man, see his little face and kiss the little feet that have been wreaking havoc on my ribs. Dru and I have been taking a 5-week childbirth education course - it's been very informational for both of us and Dru has not yet fainted, not even while watching the video of a Russian midwife deliver her own baby in a water-bath (I'm serious - it was amazing, terrifying, and moving.) So, we're feeling a little more prepared for his arrival now. Also, the folks at work threw me a surprise baby shower, which was wonderful. We got some adorable froggie themed items to decorate his little nursery with, and some very helpful, practical items as well.

My Grandma Findley passed away this past week, and while I'm sad she won't be able to meet Fin, I'm thankful for the cycle of life and am thrilled that I get to honor her in carrying a piece of her on to the next generations. She bore eight children into this world; hopefully I'll take some of that strength into the delivery room with me.

29 weeks

1 comment:

  1. I can't believe you are going to be a mommy. It seems like not that long ago that you and your sister were wrapped around your dad's legs at christmas when he was going to leave to feed the cows. Wow how time flies.

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