The new love of my life

My Walgreens hot water bottle. God bless the bottle and Troy for picking this up for me.

I started having a sharp pain in my rib today and the nurse suggested using heat to see if it helped (because I'm not bleeding or contracting, they don't think anything is wrong). It's helped a bit, but in the process I've fallen in deeply deeply love with this rubber miracle bag.

It's so snuggly against Jack and feels great on my back. I love it so much I named him "Sloshy". We're now BHWBF (Best Hot Water Bottles Forever).

In other non-silly news, it's absolutely gorgeous here today. We've had a crazy ass winter, but today is the kind of day that make people want to live in the Pacific Northwest. It's cold as balls, but the sky is blue, the snow-covered mountains are out, and the sun is shining!

You know that scene at the end of Braveheart?

The one where William Wallace is being pulled apart by ropes and horses for crimes against the English? Well, WTF did I do to piss off the English?!?!?!?

My hips are pretty damn sore these days. Overall I feel pretty good (Troy and I even took a 2 mile walk on Saturday), but I will occasionally get these really sharp stabbing pains in my hips that last for about 5 seconds and will usually inspire a strong four-letter word from my mouth.

So English, I'm sorry ok? All is forgiven now right?

xoxo,
Sarah

This made me snort today

36 week belly

I was going to post on Tuesday, but I haven't been motivated to actually do my hair until today...=D

And in the photo with the sports bra, the mirror distorted my arm - it's not that flabby!

I really like my doctor

My doctor is always professional but I've gotten along well with her because she supports our natural childbirth plans etc. She didn't lecture me when I turned down an internal exam today (they're unnecessary and don't really tell you much) like most doctors would. She read our birth plan while I was in the room and said that she liked it, didn't have a problem with any of it, and thought it was very doable.

But why I realized today that I REALLY like her is when she was going over my ultrasound results from 2 weeks ago when she was nervous that my uterus is too small. She said that I'm just one of those tall women that hide my big baby in a small uterus. I told her that I've taken to calling Jack "Fatty McFat Fetus" and "Jabba the Fetus". She laughed, and got a look on her face and said "what about FAT JACK"!? After 2 months of being very professional, it was fun to see her crack a joke.

And then on my way home, I finally gave in to a temptation I've been fighting for about 4 weeks. At the grocery store I find myself drawn to the little packages of chocolate covered donuts, like a sailor to a siren's song. I've been able to quell the urge, but this morning I decided to indulge and get it out of my system. I'm currently sitting on the couch in a high fructose corn syrup coma and couldn't be happier. It's out of my system and I'll abstain until Jack is here.

On an unrelated note, I've now gained a total of 13 lbs. 6+ of that is baby, and about 1 is boobs. :::high-fives myself:::

Ash Wednesday

Today is Ash Wednesday, which means you make your plans for Lent and what you're planning on giving up for the next 40 days.

I thought long and hard about what I wanted to give up this year. My first thought was soda, but then I realized I only drink about 1 a week, and mainly steal sips of Troy's when he goes to the bathroom if we're at a restaurant.

Swearing? Hmmm...I'm planning on a natural birth and my baby has a really huge head. Perhaps swearing isn't the thing to give up right now.

I then read something online this morning about a woman who instead of giving stuff up, decided that she was instead going to give out three compliments a day. I like the positive spin to it, so I'm going to plan on doing that myself!

35/35 today and I have conquered the Moby!

Today I'm 35/35! 35 weeks along, and 35 days left to go!

At 35 weeks, Jack is continuing his reign of gigantism and moving and kicking with a ton of force. I forgot to mention that at the ultrasound, they determined he is indeed heads down, and it is indeed his legs that are constantly up in my ribs. Once he turns 2 and gets past that fragile stage I'm going to creep in to his room and put MY feet on his ribs when he's peacefully sleeping. When he wakes up and asks what is going on, I'm going to be all like "so how's that feel dude? Feel good? Didn't think so"!

At 30 weeks it is supposed to be all downhill, but I'm still feeling pretty damn fantastic. I have a little knot in my ribs/upper back that no amount of massage can get rid of, but it's tolerable and likely not forever. Occasionally I get a weird sharp twinge in my right hip that lasts for about 5 seconds and hurts like a bitch. As soon as I realize it hurts though, it goes away so thank goodness for small blessings!

Starting this past Saturday I've begun the "freezer stash" process. Troy and I purchased a small chest freezer for the garage a few weeks ago in preparation for Jack's arrival (see dad, I didn't call him the Spawn. Happy?). To date, I've made 2 servings of BBQ pulled pork, and 3 meals of chili. Today I'm tackling freezing a ham quiche, and tomorrow is lasagna day! Last Tuesday my sister and I also made ~420 oz of applesauce. She took some, we gave some away, and the rest is safely stashed in my freezer for late night snacks.

The other biggest change in the last week is that strangers actually ask me if I'm pregnant! This is a new phenomenon as before I just looked like I had a mini beer belly, or just looked "normal". On Friday the cashier at Costco asked me if I was about 4-5 months along. When I told him 8 & 1/2 months, he looked panicked and asked that I not go in to labor in his line. Happy to oblige dude.

Here is my week 35 belly photo. I assure you that in person my boobs are WAY more impressive.



And here I am proudly showing off my mastering of the Moby Wrap. For those of you who don't know what a Moby Wrap is, it's a 5 ft long piece of jersey fabric that is in one long strip. It requires a lot of wrapping and twisting to eventually get to a place where a baby could comfortably be wrapped in it. It looks complicated, but after a few practices (thank you YouTube videos), I think I've got it down! Special thanks to my friend Colleen for the Moby as a shower gift, and also thanks to my 2 & 1/2 year old niece Ashlyn for letting me borrow her baby doll for a few days for wrap and swaddling practice.

And, ladies beware. That is what happens to your face in the 1st trimester of pregnancy. Note to self: wear MAKE UP when posting a photo of your shiteous face on the Internet.