Monday, May 28, 2012

31 Weeks

Baby is the size of a pineapple.

Weight: 143 lbs.  I've gained 18 total.

Belly: It's pointy.

Cravings: Doughnuts.

Aversions: None.

Exercise: I walked a 3-mile loop in my neighbourhood on Saturday.  It was weird, walking.  Especially when I saw runners, I just wanted to scream out, "I'm a runner too!" 

Doctor's Appointments: I have to go for a check-up every 2 weeks from now on instead of every 4 weeks like I had been going.  At my last appointment, I asked the doctor when I need to go to the hospital.  I figured he'd mention something about timing contractions or my water breaking, but instead he was like, "Oh just go in whenever you feel like it."  Doesn't he know I'm too neurotic to just waltz in there whenever I think I'm in labour?

Symptoms: My pregnancy excema is back and weird.  I have a pencil eraser-sized spot on my belly, it's itchy as hell.  I have tiny rashes on my ring fingers of both hands.  And I have scaly skin on my lower legs.  It looks like lizard-skin.

Best Moments: Putting baby furniture together and adding the finishing touches to Claire's room.  Also feeling the love from my Vegas family.  The presents are nice, sure, but the cards, phone calls, and expressions of love are the best!  I'm so happy that our daughter will have all these wonderful people around her when she arrives.

What I Miss: Disposable income.

31 weeks

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Claire's Room

I am still not set in exactly where the furniture will go.  Except for the bookshelf, it's anchored there forever and ever.  I like the crib where it is, but I can't leave it there when Claire starts pulling herself up, because I don't want her pulling at the blind cords.

My favourite piece, the crib.  Given to Claire by her Nana.

Aunty Carol gave us this changing table.
I can't wait to fill this up with books.

With that wardrobe, she already takes after her mummy!

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

My First Baby Shower

And by first, I mean that the first baby shower I've ever attended in my life was my own.

Lucy, I'm home!

Sunday was a big day for me.  I set up my wedding present and newest addition to our family, Lucille, and mixed an angel food cake.  Watching the magic happen, I wondered how I ever existed in life without her.

(My dad and I had to make a last-minute trip Babies R Us to pick up a few things in his truck.  Most importantly, the crib mattress my mom had bought us, and he also threw in the changing table pad.  The nursery is now complete, but I'll post pictures when every thing's put together because the room is totally adorable if I may say so myself!)

Strawberry shortcake.

So I was running behind schedule as it was.  I didn't want to transport the finished dessert in my car and with the heat, so I sent the cake with my dad and cut up the strawberries/prepared the whipped cream to assemble at my mom's.

But when I got to my mom's house, my dad wasn't there yet. It was like 20 minutes away from when my shower was supposed to start and I had to assemble this ridiculous contraption which I had never made before, and my dad was dilly-dallying on his errands?!


Luckily, as I was unloading my stuff and ranting to my mom, I heard the back door open and close and my dad walked in with my cake.  Then the back door opened and closed again and Rani and Natalie walked in.  Yeah, you read that right.  Two of my cousins and oldest friends from back home, just walked into my mom's house.  Cue tears.

My cake was assembled and set out on the food table - which was packed by the way - and I really got to notice what exactly Chrissy and Tanya had done to transform my mom's formal room into a pink & blue extravaganza.  It was spectacular, like something you see in magazines.

The decor.

Guests arrived - aunties, friends, and cousins - and we played games and they enlightened me on my delusions.  Like that one box of 100 diapers isn't going to last as long as I think it will.  And that even though I got the baby food steamer/blender I wanted to make Claire's meals without preservatives, I'll still be going through the McDonald's drive-thru to bribe her with fries.

I feel the need to mention that baby girl clothes are tiny and cute and so much more varied than I expected.  Pink stuff, yeah, but also other colours too, and flowers and bows and cute sayings and even some animal print.  This is going to be fun.

Funny hats are a requirement.

Monday, May 21, 2012

30 Weeks

Baby is the size of a cucumber.

Weight: 142, no change from last week. I've gained 17 lbs. total.

Belly: All kinds of movement.  DP says that he pokes my belly when I'm sleeping (totally creepy) and she pokes him back.

Cravings: Virgin bloody marys and comfort foods. Although I have been eating ice cream sandwiches and danish/cakes daily.

Aversions: None.

Exercise: None.

Doctor's Appointments: I have a check-up today.

Symptoms: Swelling, back pain, trouble sleeping, and general discomfort.  It's hard for me to do mundane things that I used to take for granted.  Like getting out of the car or reaching for something from my chair.  Getting up to go to the bathroom had become a calculated task.

Best Moments: Reaching 30 weeks seems like an accomplishment, but I'm not sure why.  Also, I had a baby shower which was awesome and perfect.  But now I'm overwhelmed with baby girl stuff.  Not a bad problem to have.

What I Miss: My ankles.

30 weeks

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Weight Obsessed

Any pregnant lady who tells you the weight gain isn't on their mind, is a damn liar.

And contrary to what people who have never been pregnant might think, it's the not the actual size of myself that matters, but the poundage that has me obsessively on the scale every chance I get.  I'm big, I know that, but I'm building a human so what of it?  Although from someone whose weight never fluctuated (I've had a summer weight of 123 and a winter weight of 125 for as long as I can remember) it's alarming to see the numbers on the scale increase so fast.

So of course given the recent backlash toward Jessica Simpson for her baby weight, I looked up other celebrities weight gain.  Because every woman who is pregnant is the same: huge.  And I refuse to talk about Jessica because honestly, the only thing one should ever say about a hormonal and overly-emotional pregnant woman is that she looks fabulous.

"I gained almost 70 pounds, and I had to lose it in three and a half months.
There was nothing fun about it." -- Kate Hudson
"I [gained] over 55 pounds. I stopped counting at eight months
because I got too depressed. I was like ‘Whatever!'
I’ll deal with it after I have the baby!'" -- Jessica Alba
"I gained 40 pounds... Everything got a little bigger for sure."
-- Kourtney Kardashian
"I gained nearly 70 pounds. It took a year to put on that weight
and a year to take it off." -- Milla Jovovich
"I always gain around 40-45 pounds." -- Heidi Klum
"I gained only 30 pounds... I did kung fu up until two weeks before
Benjamin was born, and yoga three days a week." -- Gisele
"I gained an enormous amount of weight...
I have lost about 70 pounds three months later." -- Mariah Carey
"I had no boundaries...I just said, 'This is my time,
these are my nine months, I can just have fun, how big can I really get?'
Sixty pounds! I gained 60 pounds!" -- Kendra Wilkinson
"I gained about 35 pounds. The truth is, I’m healthy
before, during and after.” -- Bethenny Frankel
"I did gain a lot of weight – let’s say
more than 25 pounds. I ate whatever I wanted." -- Adriana Lima
"I put on 40 pounds, but I wasn’t fazed." -- Miranda Kerr

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Mother's Day 5K

I woke up at the crack of dawn (6am) on Sunday for our Girls on the Run of Las Vegas bi-annual race.  The spring season graduated 16 girls, all who spent the last 12 weeks training for this event.  I ran some last minute errands picking up picnic supplies and safety pins, and met the council at Sunset Park.  We had volunteers running the registration table and coaches running the GOTRLV table.  We had face painting and "happy hair" stations for the girls.  It was pretty awesome if I may say so myself.  I just wish I took more pictures.

The kick-ass council who made it all happen.
Coach Elisabeth with 2 fabulous Girls on the Run.

My mom and I had registered for the race under the special team price of $15 and my dad registered for the full single price of $10.  So at 9am, we started the course.  The girls were a hoot, of course they jetted off the start line forgetting everything they learned about pacing!  But soon they were in quite the groove. 

Ladies first!

My mom and I started out at a pretty good pace, about 12 minute miles. But it was hot and we stopped at all the water tables. My dad had said he didn't want to run, but ended up running with us too. We rounded out the first lap of a mile and a half in 18 minutes. Then I had to walk and we finished the lap in about 40 minutes. I couldn't believe I had done a 5K in 58 minutes, how things change when you're pregnant! It was nice because I got to feel like myself again for an hour. And the comments of people I ran by or who ran by me were funny when they noticed my protruding belly.

My race number.
Me and my mumsi.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

My Mother-To-Be Day

Dale woke me up at midnight of Mother's Day with a giant balloon that scared the bejeesus out of me.  And some kind of plant.  And he's all, "Happy Mother's Day!"  And I'm half asleep all, "I'm not a mom, you asshole!"  But the sentiment was sweet.

My beautiful orchid.

I had to wake up early for a race, but when I realized how beautiful my flower (not just some plant) was, I was touched.  Dale likes to leave me cards on display, since I guess envelopes are for chumps, and so there was a lovely card that he had written in that made me cry.  He got me this time, that sneak!

After my race was over, we visited our moms.  Mine first so I could eat over there and also give her a giftcard to the Cheesecake Factory for her, my grandma, and aunt, (and me).  Then we went to visit Dale's mom who was grilling so I ate again.  I got her some pretty lotion that she had wanted from Victoria's Secret.

After that was all over, Dale suprised me by taking me on a date to the San Gennaro feast.  In case you haven't heard, it's an Italian Food Festival that's pretty popular in Vegas.  There are tons of food stalls and rides and carnival games, and shops.  It's like a bazaar.  So of course I was in heaven.  I told DP that he set the bar high for Mother's Days to come.

All we went to do there was go on the ferris wheel really.  But the sign at the front that said PREGNANT WOMEN BEWARE scared him off and he wouldn't let us go on it.  The thing just goes in a circle, what's the big deal?!  Anyway, so I made him feed me instead.  With funnel cake.  And chocolate covered strawberries.  And fresh squeezed homemade lemonade.  It's what Claire wanted.

Someone stuffed her face.
Someone made a friend.

Monday, May 14, 2012

29 Weeks

Baby is the size of an acorn squash.

Weight: 142 lbs. I'm up 17 total and 3 since just last week.

Belly: It must be getting cramped in there because Claire is restless.  She's constantly moving and kicking.  And I can look down and see her limbs poking out my belly.

Cravings: Water and Gatorade.

Aversions: Milkshakes.

Exercise: I did a race on Sunday.  I was very slow and very careful, so I'm not sure how many calories I burned or how much of it really counts as exercise, but it was so nice to feel like myself again for an hour.

Doctor's Appointments: My next one is in a week.  I'm curious to know how big my baby is because I have a feeling there's some rapid weight gain going on in there.

Symptoms: Just really swollen appendages.

Best Moments: Mother's Day!  Ran a 5K with my mom and Claire, the first of many I hope.  Then had a great date with my husband.

What I Miss: My fitness level. 

29 weeks

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

I've Been Busy

And not with baby stuff either, go figure.  We are putting on our Girls on the Run of Las Vegas spring 5K this weekend and doing so in conjunction with Mother's Day.

I started with Girls on the Run in 2010, and it took a good solid year to get our non-profit up and running here in Vegas.  We went to training in Charlotte, a summit in Scottsdale, and raised $10,000 in membership dues before we could even get our application in to International.  I completed our non-profit 501(c) 3 application and submitted it for approval so we could be legit.  Then we started.  We had no money and no registrants and no coaches.  But we stuck at it.  We hit up our friends and family, we held puny fundraisers in bars, and we coached our first season of 8 girls ourselves.  None of us had ever worked with kids before and none of us knew WTF we were doing.  But we did it!

And so here we are, I'm proud to say, completing our second season of Girls on the Run.  We have 16 girls who participated, 7 trained coaches, and almost 200 runners registered for the season-ending 5K we opened to the public.

It's still stressful at times, hectic, and almost everything we do is last-minute or past-due.  But I couldn't be more proud to be a part of an organisation like this one.  And I can't wait until Claire is in grade 3 and can be a Girl on the Run herself.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Second Trimester Update

I am ready for her to come out.  I can't wait to see what she looks like, it's killing me.  All I know is that she's going to be so cute and hopefully won't resent me for eating sushi with reckless abandon while she was in my stomach.  It's weird when I think about her being on the inside of me and that one day she'll be outside of me.  Sometimes I wonder if she can hear my thoughts.  Then I freak myself out.

My husband called her Claire Bear and I thought that was so cute.

I'm nervous about having a shower.  I don't know what I'm supposed to do (besides make the cake, I offered) and I can't remember having ever been to one.  The thought of a party centered around Claire makes me a little uncomfortable, but I guess I need to get used to that since we'll be doing birthday parties for the rest of her life.

This last few months is going by really slowly.  Sometimes I wonder that I'm not anxious enough or excited enough, or even worried enough about being sufficiently prepared.

I'm finally getting used to my belly, which only took about 6 months.

Monday, May 7, 2012

28 Weeks

Baby is the size of a rutabaga.

Weight: 139. I've gained 14 lbs. total.

Belly: Starting to spread.  My dental hygienist told me at first she thought it was a boy because I was carrying so far out in the front, but then she saw my side profile and how the baby weight was spread all the way around my waist, so then she knew it was a girl. 
Then I punched her in the throat.

Cravings: Doughnuts and fruit.

Aversions: I don't like to eat, I feel full all the time.

Exercise: I've given up.

Doctor's Appointments: My next one is in two weeks.

Symptoms: Heartburn.  Like, it actually really hurts!  Also bleeding gums, back pain, and swollen feet/hands.  And I developed excema on my ring fingers right where my rings go.  I feel terrible not wearing my wedding ring, but between the swelling and the redness, it's too irritating for me to care for very long.

Best Moments: I'm in the third trimester!  My baby would survive, breathing on her own with her fully developed lungs, if I went into labour today.  I also finally got some maternity clothes and Claire has been getting some really awesome gifts as well.

What I Miss: A good night's sleep and being cold.  I'm just hot 24/7.

28 weeks

Thursday, May 3, 2012


I finally got some maternity clothes y'all!  My mom took me to Old Navy where they had some decent priced stuff (and sale items, holla) rather than having to spend an arm & a leg at a specialty store.  I so needed them.  I was 6 months pregnant and still squeezing into my regular clothes, and it wasn't pretty.  But now that I have them, I feel huge.  Everything fits just right so my belly kind of hangs out there like an old-man pot belly.

Monday: maternity dress - Old Navy,
flip-flops are Havaianas.
"Aw, the baby-weight has finally spread
out around your hips!"  Um, thank you?

Tuesday: maternity top - Old Navy,
maternity skirt - Target, Havaianas
I look like lack of sleep, back pain,
and heartburn.  Not a good morning.

Wednesday: maternity top - Old Navy,
non-maternity skirt, Havaianas
My shirt says Au Revoir, I'm so fancy.
Also, check out those cankles!

Not sure what's up with the sun
this morning.
Thursday: maternity top - Old Navy,
non-maternity pants - F21, Havaianas

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Claire Margaret Patricia

My mom has been calling her Cece.  Excuse me, what???

To be fair, our nieces are nicknamed in that trend already.  Gisella and Fiori are Gigi and Fifi in our family, so it kind of makes sense that Claire would follow suit. 

But now I totally get how moms are so uptight about nicknames for their kids.  All those "don't call him Timmy" moms out there that I used to side-eye are all of a sudden justified.  Thank goodness at least Cece is cute! 

I am giving her such a beautiful and strong name, yet it will inevitably be shortened to something twee and trite for her childhood and possibly into adulthood.  My cousin Christina will always be Chrissy to me.  She's a professional adult, and I can't stop calling her by the cutesy shortened version of her name.  But I'm just a relative.  My nieces go by their given names at school and I'm sure the Christinas of the world use the appropriate versions of their names in the appropriate settings.  In any case, it's totally fine and I'm in no way gonna be uptight about a nickname as cute as Cece.

Maybe she'll look like Hannah Simone, the Indian actor who plays Cece on the New Girl.

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Born a Rebel

Our baby is destined for life as a Runnin' Rebels basketball fan.  It's the only team her dad and I supported independently before we met that we could support together after we met.  And the Rebels hold a special place in my heart since my husband and I met at UNLV and some of our first dates were to basketball games.  We both got our bachelor's degrees from there and we both still attend all the home games.

The funny part of all that is yesterday I realized that neither one of us wants Claire to go to UNLV for her undergrad.  I guess I just have higher hopes for her, plus the fact that going away for school was such a treasured experience for me that I want that for her too.  I think her dad doesn't want her at UNLV because he doesn't really have a high regard for his own education and he knows how much of a dirty-dog he was to the innocent freshmen girls that crossed his path.  In any case, we agree.  And since we're only having the one child, we aren't opposed to moving to wherever she chooses *cough*Tennessee*cough* to pursue her degree.  But that's a discussion we don't have to make for another 18 years, so for now, we'll just take Claire to the games and teach her all about the history of our team so that she can fit right in with our family.

The first baby outfit I bought
after finding out I was pregnant.

A gift from my boss,
signed by our head coach.