sitting, waiting, wishing

37.5 weeks pregnant.

and measuring a little big...

we'll for sure be meeting this little boy in two weeks, if not before!

Dare I say, we're ready?

Maybe if I put it out there, he'll decide he is ready to meet us, too :)

I was so caught off guard when they induced me at 37 weeks with Camden, I had so many last minute things to complete, and I really thought I had at least 3 more weeks to prepare!

So, this time, (with A LOT of help...my husband, parents, and in-laws are the best!)

we have things ready.

ready as in: nursery mostly completed, newborn diapers purchased, Camden fully brainwashed instructed on how much fun a new baby is going to be, Ryan will be on spring break next week, and I am so ready to be done.

a little nervous, as in: I am not sure if I am ready to give up my time with Camden.

There, I said it. 

I know I will love this little boy just as much as I love Camden, and giving Camden the opportunity to be an older brother will be wonderful, but I am selfish.  I love being able to give all of my attention to my little buddy, and I'm just not sure if I am ready to give that up.

Even now, as I am sitting at the computer, bawling, Camden came over to give me a hug and see if mommy is ok.

Not to say I am not excited to meet this little boy, and all of the adventures we'll have together too, I am just a little...nervous.

I'll take it

One of Camden's favorite movies (as of late) happens to be Aladdin.

The other day we were playing with his toys and he said "Daddy, Aladdin"

"Oh, Daddy is Aladdin huh?"

"uh-huh. Mommy, Jasmine"

"You think Mommy is Jasmine?! Well, who does that make you?"

"The monkey, Abu."

"What does a monkey say?"

"ooo-ooo, ahhh ahhh"

When you are 33 weeks pregnant, there isn't a whole lot anyone can say to make you feel any less like a walrus.

Except when your 2 year old thinks you are Jasmine. I'll take it any day :)



1/2 way there!

(a few weeks ago)

woah! i'm halfway there, woah oh, livin' on  a prayer! (thank you Bon Jovi)

yup, I've hit the 1/2 way point.

this pregnancy was dragging at times...when my head was buried in the toilet, but is now flying by!  i have had much more energy lately, and am feeling pretty dang good. and huge. but good :)

this week's dr appt started out a little stressful... my dr may or may not have put me on a diet.

after my weigh-in, she looked at my chart...for longer than normal.

i asked her if my weight gain was ok, because honestly, i am feeling the drag of the extra lbs.

she kindly told me that i had gained more than average, and that i should make sure i was eating high protein, low carb meals.  she told me to drink a few glasses of water before each meal, and to exercise regularly.

wait a second, aren't those things you tell someone to put them on a diet?

yeah. they are.

that was a blow to my pregnancy self-esteem.

but then we went in for the ultrasound.

and i was quickly reminded that how much weight i gain doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things.

we got to see our sweet little boy...his perfect little self.  healthy, and kicking like crazy!

and that is the important thing.  that i am doing my job to make a snug little home for this boy to grow in.  (and hopefully, when all is said and done, he will be a chunky baby and all those extra lbs i've put on will be essential for his rolls :)

craving: salt and vinegar chips, baked potatoes, and sandwiches

searching: for that perfect name

feeling: exhausted some days, and full of energy the next! (but that could be due to big brother)

his kicks! he really likes to practice his soccer skills late at night