Over the weekend I got the urge to get some things done for the nursery, and I must say I'm pretty proud of the two projects I finished! The changing table is all done and ready to go, the baby book is updated and I did a book crate that matches the changing table :) I'm thinking the next project is going to be a toy box and some shelves for storing blankies and stuffed animals...
Anyhoo...here are my two completed projects :)
Before and after of the changing table....
The book crate, featuring lines from "Talk To The Animals" from the Dr. Dolittle musical
It's going to be a short post, but only because the best word to describe "The Help" is AMAZING.
I can honestly say that it was easily the best book I've ever read, and I highly recommend reading it. It's a book that made it easy to put yourself in 1960s Jackson, Mississippi while reading it....it brought me back to remembering and understanding just how recent civil rights was that eminent in our country....and brought me to a place where at times I wanted to be a young Southern woman who was best friends with Skeeter.
I had a really hard time putting this one down, and if you haven't read it yet, buy it or borrow it. You'll have a hard time dropping the book too.
"The Help" is available for download on the Kindle, and purchase on Amazon.com
I've started getting the urge to get things really going for the baby...and I'm loving doing up the nursery. Today's project was taking the plain canvas drawers from the changing table and turning them into something special....
No, the explosion I'm talking about doesn't have to do with diapers...it's more or less the fact that my apartment has officially been taken over by the baby section of Target (pronounced Tar-Jay for those of you who like to be fancy). It looks like someone just dropped a big bomb of baby stuff and it exploded all over my home. I literally am a bit overwhelmed. Most of my baby registry has been bought up, and the UPS guy definitely knows us by name as the packages containing baby gifts keep coming. Not that I'm not grateful, because I certainly am. It's all things we will need for this peanut and I'm beyond thankful to receive it...I just don't think I was mentally prepared for my life to become one with less wine drinking at the neighbor's watching Sex and the City...and more milk drinking on my couch while reading pregnancy books...
Yesterday we took a trip to Target to buy a few things with gift cards we received at my shower. It was a good time, picking out things for the baby....I picked up some classic books that I think every kid should have (hello, Shel Silverstein books), we grabbed some basic onesies to get us started and a really cool bottle drying rack that looks like grass. It really was fun....and then I had a minor freak out.
It really is starting to hit me how quickly my pregnancy is going...and how soon our little one will be here. Tomorrow I am 29 weeks, which means that at some point within the next 11 weeks (or more if the baby decides) I'm going to be meeting the little person who's been growing inside of me. Sometime soon, I'm going to look my baby in the eyes...and really be a mommy. And while it's a totally amazing and beautiful thing...it's also pretty scary. I know I'm ready for it...but am I ready for it???
On top of the terrifying realization yesterday about how soon things are going to be happening, I also hit a low point on the "I feel giant and am tired of hearing it, seeing it, and dealing with it" scale. Derek and I went to lunch yesterday, and we were seated at a booth. As Derek is telling me how cute he thinks my belly is (what a guy, right?), I discover that restaurant booths are not meant for 7-month-pregger women. It was a depressing moment, realizing that I don't really fit into a booth right now. I know, I know. It's because I'm pregnant and it happens to lots of women...but it's not really a fantastic confidence booster when you're already feeling awkward, big, itchy and like an oversized duck with a waddle.
Sigh. Here's hoping for a happier, less terrifying and more self-confident day today...
Well, it's official. I'm two thirds of the way done. The little bun in my oven is happily baking, and the timer is counting down!
Last week I made the trip home to Pennsylvania to see my family, and my mom threw me a beautiful baby shower. We had so much fun and family time was just what I needed to give me the extra boost for the third-trimester haul. I got a little pampered with a haircut from my favorite salon, a phenomenal mani-pedi from my place around the corner from my parent's house...and of course I was well fed :) Everything from an Italian hoagie to a cheesesteak to a rooftop dinner in the city...and of course the amazing food and *naturally* cupcakes at my shower!
And now we're at the point of just getting ready for baby to arrive. With Derek's schedule so wacky all the time, and him being home never a guaranteed thing, I'm finding the need to do a little nesting is starting to nudge me. I've assembled the changing table already, and we've rearranged some things in the man cave to turn it into the baby cave. I went out and bought a bottle of Dreft detergent to wash all of the baby's blankets, sheets and some of the clothes we have (which isn't much since Derek is the only one who knows what gender the baby is!)...and we've begun to assemble the rest of the items that are arriving at our apartment daily. I'm also pretty sure that I owe the UPS guy a batch of cookies for all the boxes he carries up the stairs to deliver to us! I know I've still got a few months to go, but it's keeping me stress-free knowing that things are getting done and that if Derek ends up going away for whatever reason prior to November, we won't have to be rushing to get it all ready too close to my due date.
It's a milestone day! Woo hoo for me and baby....according to my prego tickers, I'm 100 days out from my due date :)
Now, I fully realize that only about one percent of women actually deliver on their due dates, but it's still an exciting milestone to hit, regardless. Tomorrow I can count down from double digits, rather than the triples it's been the entire time, to my little nugget's arrival. Yay!
In celebration of 100 days to go, I'm sharing my favorite interesting pregnancy and baby facts...enjoy!
The world's longest pregnancy lasted 375 days, but the baby was born at only a little over 7lbs
After only 10 weeks in the womb, a baby can begin to favor usage of one hand over the other
More babies are born on Tuesdays than any other day of the week
The state with the highest birthrate is Mississippi
The world's first test tube twins were Stephen and Amanda Mays, born June 5, 1981
Babies born in May on average weigh 7 ounces more than babies born in other months of the year (perhaps the fact that the mommas are prego over Christmas, Thanksgiving and Easter has something to do with that?)
A baby is born every 7 seconds
One in every 2,000 babies is born with a tooth
The most children born to one woman was 69, in which she had 16 sets of twins, 7 sets of triplets and 4 sets of quadruplets
There are about 6 million pregnancies in the United States each year
Nigeria has the highest rate of twins in the world
30% of Dutch women opt for home births rather than hospital births, as opposed to about 1% in the United States
Over the past 6 decades, boy babies have outnumbered girl babies in the United States
The last organ to develop in babies are their lungs
The only male species in the world who can become pregnant are seahorses and sea dragons
A fetus acquires fingers prints within the first 3 months of development
Fewer babies are born on Sundays than any other day of the week
In the United States, more babies are born in July, August and September than any other months of the year
Vermont has the lowest birthrate in the country, with 10 babies born to every 1,000 people
By 25 weeks pregnant, most women's lungs and hearts are working 50% harder than normal
By 29 weeks, her blood volume has doubled and her kidneys are also working 50% harder
At 12 weeks gestation, a baby has formed fingernails and toenails
The average age of today's first time mom in the U.S. is 27
The odds of having quintuplets is 600,000 to 1
The only part of a woman's body that cannot change during pregnancy is her ears
It is believed that the Egyptians somehow used crocodile dung (gross!) as a form of contraceptive
Connecticut and Massachusetts have the highest rate of naturally conceived twins
According to a 2008 survey, potato chips, tacos and chocolate were the 3 most craved foods by pregnant women
Pregnant women are up to 50% more susceptible to sunburn (lotion up, ladies!)
The average baby goes through 7,500 diapers a year (better stock up!)
In 1914, President Woodrow Wilson made Mother's Day an official holiday
The average time it takes a man to change a diaper is 1 minute, 36 seconds
A baby's head accounts for 20% of it's weight
The original Gerber baby was Ann Turner
The first sense a baby fully develops in utero is hearing, though the others follow shortly
A baby can hear, see and feel in the womb....so touch your bellies and talk to your peanut!
A baby's heart beats at twice the rate of an adult's
I've come to the conclusion that, while we always appreciate our moms and what they've done for us over the years, you can never truly appreciate your mom to the fullest until you're about to become a mom yourself...and maybe not even until you actually are a mom yourself.
I've been letting this idea stew in my head for several weeks. The thought first occurred to me when I was looking at myself in the mirror, examining all of the marks that pregnancy is so graciously giving me. Moms are pretty generous people to give up their bodies to these marks, just so we can exist. Especially since, at least for me and my marks, they're hideous. I for one am pretty grateful that my mom never held it against me...and seriously appreciative for all that her body went through for me to be here.
And lately the appreciation has just continued to grow. As the months pass and the baby's arrival gets closer, I'm learning that my life really isn't much my own anymore. Every decision, right down to what I eat, drink and what position I sleep in is being made not for me but for my baby. Every thought in my head about a decision I have to make comes with "is this going to be ok for the baby?" or "is this the right decision, now that I'm having a baby?". Just about everything I do I now have to consider the little one I'm about to bring in this world. And I know moms for centuries have had to do the same. And I'm grateful.
If your mom is a Military mom, really thank her. I've been learning throughout my pregnancy that as an Army mommy, I'm not only preparing to be a parent...I'm preparing to be a single parent who just happens to be married to the father of my children and living with him. Making decisions like what job is going to allow me the most stability for when my husband deploys or goes away for training, and thinking in my head that I need to plan for things like who can watch my kid in an emergency since my family is 3,000 miles away. It's all part of preparing to really be a Military family. These realizations especially have made me appreciate other Military moms....and every civilian single mom out there...ten times more. Everything has to be 100% about your kids all the time, almost, because there isn't always a daddy around to help with the load.
Moms are incredibly strong women who go through some pretty extreme changes, from those on their body to those in their lives, just for all of us to exist. I gotta, say, I'm pretty grateful to my mom for all that she's done and gone through for my brothers and I....and I hope you can be equally as grateful. But I will say this....becoming a mommy myself has made me look at my mom and truly, truly appreciate her in a whole new light.