32 Weeks

A lot of things happened this week - Scott's sister, Lori, gave birth to a b-e-a-u-tiful baby girl, despite her confidence that she was having a boy, not to mention mostly ALL of the OWTs that I have posted have lead her to believe the same.  She named our new little niece Macy Rae, and we can't wait to meet her in a few weeks.  It hit us this week that we still have 8 long and grueling weeks to go now that Lori has had her baby.  Well, it hit me.  Scott's just the impatient one, whereas I am the uncomfortable one.  The baby has taken a liking to my ribcage, nuzzling up to ribs 9-12 and is now practicing for the 2028 Olympics Gymnastics team.

I've been waiting to do some of the more physical characteristic OWT until now due to the fact that I really haven't been experiencing a whole lot of change, except for the basketball that has taken up residence in my lower abdomen.  

Today's OWT checks on the face weight of the Mother.  No, I did not happen to weigh my face, but Scott was the judge of this one.  Now, I keep the book hidden for the most part so he does not know the outcome of the OWTs.  I don't think he knows what to say to get his way (since he's 60/40 boy vs. girl).

Italians say that if the Mother gains weight in her face, she can expect a GIRL and if she still has her slender profile, she can expect a BOY.  Scott states that my face hasn't changed and claims that it is a slender profile, so we will give this one to the BOY.

Girl - 16

Boy - 13

31 Weeks

Holy Baloney - for those of you that keep up with this blog, if you've noticed...we've moved down to single digits.  I can't believe it - well, I can believe it since my belly is now 30cm and there's 10 more to go (probably 9 now since my Dr's appointment was on Monday) and I'm up a good 30 pounds.  Yes, 30 pounds and in pre-baby world, I would think that's a lot, but it's all relative.  I guess it's ok since people that don't know me are surprised to see that I'm pregnant when I turn around to the side.

So, yesterday, Scott and I went to go and take some maternity pictures...by ourselves.  Not an easy task when the eye for the camera has a basketball attached to her lower abdomen and there's a lot of stand up, sit down, stand up, sit down, rollover, fall backwards on my butt...  I also took a stab at editing them myself (with a little help from www.painthemoon.net/blog).  I wouldn't say that we're fantastic photographers, but we didn't do so bad.

So, for this OWT - it talks about the baby's kicks.  If the baby's tiny little feet go flying to the left more often than that right, then the Mother can expect a GIRL.  If the baby kick to the right, then the mother can expect a BOY.  Well, this baby kicks to the left...all the time...even when I'm sleeping.  We will give this OWT to the GIRL.

Girl - 16
Boy - 12

I'll leave you with some shots from yesterday.  There may be a few more to come, I'll take a look to see what kinds of miracle editing I can come up with!  It's amazing that so many pictures can be taken and you only like a few!

Happy Mother's Day

30 Weeks

So, this weekend, we had the pleasure of hanging out with some dear friends of ours.  One of which is an adorable 2 1/2 year-old, who happens to be our best friend....and as an added bonus, we also had the pleasure of having our parenting skills tested and learning a valuable lesson.  Now, with that being said, we had a great night since we ended it at the Sugar Bowl (one of my favorite sundae spots) and calm puppies for not just the night, but the whole weekend.  So, what happened you ask?  Well, we met up with our friends for dinner last night during which our sweet little munchkin friend completely rebelled eating her dinner.  Now - from the beginning of the meal, after Scott and the munchkin practiced gymnastics in the booth, all she seemed to want was ice cream, so her not eating is not really a *new* thing, and it's pretty typical when ice cream is on the agenda, but it's when we got her to take about 2 bites of her food and she said "my tummy hurts."  Now, when a child says their tummy hurts and they continuously protest eating anything but ice cream, you as a parent probably know that all they want is ice cream.  But, after the 2nd bite of food, she no longer wanted the ice cream (despite our attempts at reverse psychology - "eat your dinner and you can have all the ice cream you want")...which raised a red flag.  A big, unsuspecting, red flag.  It was at that time that our little friend stood up and proceeded to (without warning) conduct a symphony of upchuck all over the dinner booth.  Quickly, the three adults at the table frantically look at each other in disbelief while our sweet little friend is just standing there continuing her performance.  Upon completion, she starts crying, as she is covered in you-know-what.  Her Dad sets her off to to the edge of the booth as he tries to remove himself from the you-know-what that is surrounding him, Scott runs to go get some wet rags and I try to calm the little lady down.  I wipe off her feet, then proceed with her to the ladies room, where I sit her in the sink and give her a bath, with her clothes on, in the bathroom of the CPK, which she found quite amusing...as she was laughing the entire time between her tears.  People in the bathroom were looking at me like I was insane.  Which - I really didn't care about, I just needed to rid the little one of the gunk between her toes and what seemed to be in every corner of her shirt and skin.  It was a successful bath, and needless to say, our little friend seemed to be content.

Now, what's the lesson?  There's a few.

1.  Don't let your husband (or any person for that matter) begin the dinner with gymnastics coaching in the booth before you eat.

2.  When kids don't want ice cream, it means there's something wrong.

3.  Bath time can be fun.

4.  Bring a change of clothes (or 2) with you when ever leaving the house.  And some clean shoes.

So, with the highs and the lows of the weekend...Here's the OWT.  A high baby is a GIRL, or so it's recorded in the realm of folklore and if it's a low baby, it's a BOY.  Now, after 30 weeks of hearing "you're really high!" I'll document this one with 10 weeks to go as being a GIRL.

Girl - 15
Boy - 12

30 weeks!

29 Weeks

It's amazing how your life changes the moment you get pregnant.  Your heartburn kicks in and gets worse from there on out.  Your irritability starts and gets worse from there on out.  You gain weight and that gets worse from there on out.  Your body changes and gets more different each day from there on out.  Your sense of normalcy changes and changes each day from there on out.  You lose your mind and keep losing your mind from there on out.  But then, you come home to people and puppies that love you and they continue to love you despite all of the above and continue to do so from that moment on.  It's pretty amazing.

Things this week - I passed my 1 hour glucose test (remember that crap I had to drink last week?) which means that I'm a very low risk for GD.  Not that that's a big shock, but I'm just glad that I don't have to do a fasting one since this girl and fasting don't mix.  I have to eat about every 2 hours to prevent an ugly green monster from appearing.  

So, this week, we can talk about food and cravings...they say that if you are craving salty things, you can expect a BOY and if you're craving sweet things, you can expect a GIRL.  This is a very weird OWT for me since I was never one really for sweets, but I've never craved cheeseburgers and pastrami sandwiches as much as I do now, so I'm going to go with a BOY on this one...the only reason I'm not saying GIRL is due to the fact that I only need one bite of something sweet to satisfy that craving as opposed to a double cheeseburger, after which completing, I practically eat the wrapper.

I'll just leave it at that.

Girl - 14

Boy - 12

28 Weeks

It's good to be home.  I was in Dallas for the good part of last week, so it was difficult writing a blog without a computer.  A few things that I've come to notice is that when traveling, I am quite a bit more irritable.  Let's just say that for the most part, I was not a happy camper and if I had the choice, I'd probably never fly Frontier Airlines again.  BUT, since I now have a $200 credit, I guess I have to give it another shot.

So things this week.  I'll bullet them for you

1.  It's gone from the question of "Are you pregnant?" or "Have you gained weight?" to "When are you due?"  Now, for those of you who don't see me on a regular basis - it has gotten 100% obvious that I have something growing in my belly that has 10 fingers and 10 toes and a human genome.

2.  The baby has earned a new nickname.  I was in Dallas with some Docs this past week and I was sitting in a session and my belly started to move.  You know when you are driving and your window is wide open and you run your hand up and down through the wind like a sine-wave?  Well, when you're sitting in a room with a bunch of medical people and they can actually see your belly - they start to talk.  One of them said "it looks like the lock-ness monster in your belly!"  Hereby knighting the baby "Nessie" for the duration of the pregnancy.

3.  The baby used to be called Popper - if you didn't know - and the above nickname is of relief to me as every time someone says "Popper" I think of the lead singer from Blues Traveler, swooning and sweating in my belly, hiding behind my uterus singing the song "Run Around."

4.  No, number 3 is not a pretty picture.

5.  I've upgraded to biweekly doctor appointments

6.  I was brought back to my childhood today when I had to do my Glucose Tolerance test and had to drink a bottle of old-school Triaminic and sit and wait and have my blood drawn.  Stay tuned for the pending results...I know, I can hardly take the suspense myself.  I also had to get my Rh shot today, since I'm a negative person.  O Negative.

7.  My uterus has turned into one of these:

I wish there was a blog about trips to the bathroom.  So, if you know of one, please let me know.  

This week, I'll do another one about sleeping.  Since that's all I want to do lately and the Germans say that a GIRL will make you want to sleep more than you did before.  But a BOY won't make you so sleepy.  Also, since I always want to sleep on my Right side, they also say that a GIRL is favored.  

Girl - 14

Boy - 11

27 Weeks

I'm going to be an Aunt again in 4 weeks, and a Mom in 13.  It's a pretty scary thought (about the Mom thing - the Spoiling Auntie thing - I have under control).  Scott is pretty stoked too, since it's his Sister who is having the baby and he gets a Scheider/Pope nie-phew in 4 weeks...not just mooching off of my sweet girls from my brother...whom he does love very much.  They call him Uncle Moonman because he goes to the Moon and back to get cheese (I think).  It's odd, but it works.  A nice little tangent for you on a Monday.

As I wake up each Saturday and Sunday morning, I find Uncle Moonman my Darling Husband, piddling around the house looking for something to do (our house is not that big, but there's always projects).  This weekend, it was cleaning the glass windows inside AND outside of the condo, and later on Saturday, he was demanding that I  come up with something else that he can do (primarily hang stuff up in the nursery...many little projects that I am slowly completing, one little owl at a time).  I finally had to tell him to leave the nursery alone until I figure out what I am going to do and we get our ginormous chair in place - so I can have it all come together at once and not have to take everything down and rehang it.  He gave me a frown but I'm sure he'll understand when he sees what I have in store.  I then told him to build me a California Closet this weekend when I'm gone in Dallas - we'll see how ambitious he really is...

So, this blog is for him, again (I have a few more and BTW, he's lost 10/14lbs of baby-weight that he's gained in support of our pregnancy).

This OWT is entitled the "Handyman" and states that a lot of household projects come packed into the pregnancy package.  If he's getting more projects done around the house, there's a BOY in our future.  If Dad's lazy not getting much done around the house these days, we can expect a GIRL.  Well, from the looks of my pristine windows, I'll give this one to the BOY.

Girl - 12
Boy - 11

I have a handyman for rent - all proceeds go to Baby Scheider's College fund.  Call for details :)

26 Weeks

Today is a very bittersweet day for me to be blogging.  Bitter in the fact that the beginning of this month would have been the month that I give birth to our first baby.  You never forget things like that - it's pretty amazing that even though I'm still carrying a tiny little wonder, the life of another was cut too short.  Sweet in the fact that the beginning of this month marks the beginning of my third trimester, which is still bittersweet, since I only have three months left with my little ballerina (mind you, ballerinas can be boys or girls) swirling and turning in my belly.  I just hope and pray that things work out for all of us.

This week, we had some visitors come and bum around town with us - we got to go to a hockey game, miniature golfing, to a comedy show - you name it and we probably did it.  We had a really fun weekend.  But, now a days, really fun weekends and nights past midnight make for a very tired and exhausted Mother-to-Be.  So, it's only appropriate that this week's blog has to do with sleeping (what I am planning on doing shortly after I post).

This OWT comes from New England, where it is rumored that if a Mother sleeps in a bed with the pillow to the North, she will have a BOY.  A GIRL is on the way if the reverse is the case and Mom's pillow points to the South.  Now, most people who read this blog (about 50%) won't be able to complete this OWT without rearranging their room (it says nothing about East vs West) - but luckily, my bedroom is totally applicable.  My pillow faces South (without rearranging my bedroom furniture) and this OWT leads me to believe that we are having a GIRL.

Girl - 12
Boy - 10

Sweet dreams to you all, until next week.