Monday, February 8, 2010

Spunky Little James

The crazy lady hasn’t reared her ugly head this week. Whew…She will probably be back to visit but I hope I can shut the door on her next time!



The other day on my break at work, I put my feet up and rested a book on my round basketball tummy and settled down to read. About ten minutes into it, little James decided that he did not appreciate having a book resting on his home. He mustered up a large kick and the book bounced on my tummy. It was so funny I laughed out loud. I guess he is a bit protective of his personal space…a lot like his mama in that regard and spunky like his daddy!

Later that night I was sound asleep in bed. Tim got home from a late shift and snuggled down next to me, rubbing on my belly as we chatted a bit about the day. Little James had been pretty quiet and sleep that evening, but all of a sudden, it was like little James recognized daddy’s touch and voice, and he gave several large, strong kicks all in a row. He was making himself known to daddy! And did Tim love it! It was pretty neat to see the two of them “communicating”.

I love this little boy and can’t wait to meet him. Apparently this week he is 13 ½ inches long and is getting hair. I hope he looks just like his dad.

Monday, February 1, 2010

From the heart of a wise woman...

One of my friends and fellow mamas wrote this to me, and it has been on my breath as a prayer since.  I decided to repost it as a blog (without permission!)  as it has been such a source of encouragement to me:

"Your soul will recognize him the first time you hold him in your arms and gaze into his face. Half yourself and half the one you love, all wrapped up in a brand new being, and you will have a tiny glimpse of what it really means to Love. Just because he is, and for no other reason. And that is what will change you forever.

And while you will have to change your lifestyle and may have to give up a few things... You will do so joyfully because he will be worth more than the world to you.

I promise."

(24 weeks, 1 day)

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Who IS this crazy woman anyway???

I have waited a whole 24 hours to be able to write about this.  It has taken me nearly that much time to calm down.  This is where real honesty starts, ladies!  So consider yourself warned--I'm putting myself out there and not holding back. 

We all know that pregnancy brings on horrible hormones and brings out the crazy in all of us.  I didn't know how bad it could get until last night.  I'll spare my husband and not go into any nitty gritty details.  Basically, it went something like this:

Tim:  I'm thinking about....blah blah blah.
Kate (who did not choose her words wisely):  Well (insert snotty inconsiderate remark here)!
Tim:  Basically just angry about my comment and letting me know.

Anyway, the gist of it is that we got into it last night and this crazy woman completely overtook my brain and emotions.  I turned into a blubbering, snotty, red-faced, coughing crybaby.

Now, I won't say that my feelings were wrong.  I don't believe they were, but my method of delivery was poorly chosen and for that I stand guilty as charged.

A few things made me cry harder .Tim threw the washcloth into the sink and broke my new teapot.  That made him feel terrible and made me cry harder.  I ran into the bathroom to blow my snotty nose, took one look in that big old mirror of ours with bright hollywood lighting and saw how horrible my red puffy faced looked with all of my pregnancy pimples and bloodshot eyes and started crying so hard that I started coughing.  Then, the coughing became so strong that it made me pee my pants!  I am doing my daily kegels but they couldn't prevent that session of incontinence!  Of course that made me utter (okay, loudly state) a profanity and I just got pissed.

It was a horrible night.  Of course we made sure to end it well and lovingly, but I was still teary in the morning on my way to work. I just couldn't calm down!  I can't seem to reign in these emotions lately.  I wish I were more level headed.  And I am concerned my craziness will affect little James.

Here's why I think I am so emotional:

1) I am tired because I am not sleeping well.
2) I am scared to not be able to provide everything this little guy needs and continue my duties at home at work.
3) I feel incredibly insecure about how my body is changing...the weight, the pimples, the waddling, the shortness of breath.  I truly am amazed when I am all by myself and see the miracle of pregnancy in my belly reflected in the mirror.  But these are private, unshared moments.  These are the ones I need to focus on.
4) Frankly, I am scared that my husband will lose his attraction for me.  Now, understand my friends, this is ridiculous and completely unfounded.  He tells me I'm gorgeous and he loves touching my belly.  He is so supportive and loving....in a "man" way, which is the best way he knows how.  Men and women communicate differently and reach each others' needs in different manners.  He doesn't understand my insecurity or blubbering craziness, and really, I shouldn't expect him to.  That is what wise women are for...men react in their own, God-given way, and the way Tim handles me is exactly how he should handle me.  God gave us each other for a purpose.  I love that man very much.

So we went to my 24 week appointment today.  He came along and my midwife asked me how things were going.  I told her that last week I felt so good, healthy and pretty, and this week I feel terrible.  It was difficult for me to tell her, especially in front of my husband, but I made myself open up about all of my insecurity and self-image issues and how I worried that it was affecting our baby.  I even told her how I peed my pants coughing...hey, you've gotta have some humor right?  We all got some laughs out of that.

I'm so glad I opened up to her.  I have struggled with mild depression and anxiety in the past (most of us do!) and I think that it is important to go into this pregnancy and parenthood with complete honesty.  This is who I am.  This is what I struggle with.  I know myself and my limits and know how to overcome them. I usually manage it quite well.  It's just a lot harder during pregnancy.

Do you know what she suggested?  She told me that I cannot weigh in regularly anymore.  I am not to step on the scale at my appointments and Tim is to not allow me to get on any scales.  She says that I take such good care of my health through exercise and nutrition that she is not concerned about weight gain.  I will take the gestational diabetes test next month.  At the end or if there are any problems, she will weigh me but I am not allowed to look at the number.  I am absolutely thrilled with this idea!  In a way, I feel that I am being freed from some bondage that I didn't know I had.  Pregnancy is the right time to find freedom from bondage.

She also warned me that we need keep an eye on my postpartum emotional state.  I completely agree and have spoken to Tim about this already.  I don't expect any problems, but it is better to enter that time with awareness and honestly than with ignorance and shame.

It is not easy to write about these things because they are private and are not usually openly shared. By doing so I am allowing myself to be vulnerable.  However, it is my hope that by sharing my experiences, fears and triumphs, some wise woman will learn that it is normal to feel like this and that other women go through these struggles and emerge triumphant.

The most amazing part of this is that I sincerely feel that something cracked open for me today.  I feel some holy light...might I say grace?  I am much happier and more relieved today.  Maybe this is a lesson the good Lord is teaching me.  I believe he has tried to teach me this throughout my whole life and perhaps now is the perfect time.  I thank my husband for loving me.

Most of all, tonight I am able to look forward to the next adventure with confidence.

(25 weeks, 5 days)

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Juxtaposition

The other day someone backed into me in a parking garage. Later, when I called in to make a claim, the agent asked me if I was alone or if there was someone else in the car with me. I responded, “Well I wasn’t alone, I’m pregnant.” Despite all of the ups and downs inherent to pregnancy, there is a real sense of fulfillment when carrying a child. I don’t feel alone. When I miss my husband, I talk to my baby. When I lay down for bed, I read him books. When I’m annoyed with my job, he starts to kick around and fuss to remind me of the big picture.


I love and hate being pregnant. I love how my body looks standing before the mirror with that big old belly sticking out. I love having big jiggly breasts--they are pretty! But, I hate how it has changed my muscle tone and cardio level. I am filled with a newfound confidence that I’ve never experienced. I am in awe that my body is capable of such a miracle! I love how sexual pregnancy can be, but I hate the feeling of this new insecurity in regard to intimacy. I love the way my body absolutely craves what it needs, but hate how much I need to eat on certain days. I love mid-afternoon weekend naps but I hate how tired I am getting again.

There is no question however. I absolutely love this child. But, I fear him too. How will he change our marriage? How will he change my life and interests? How will he affect running? How can I be a good mom? How will I give this little one everything he deserves while managing my job and commute?
At times I am filled with insecurity, and then Tim will come up behind me and embrace both me and little James. He’ll rub on my belly and seem amazed by it. He will delight with each kick he can feel.  He will tell me how his best friend told him, “It will completely change your life forever… and you are going to love it.”

(23 weeks, 3 days)

Sunday, January 10, 2010

To satisfy curiosity...

Clifford James Smith.  Clifford was my grandfather's name and Tim's grandfather's name as well.  We will call him "James" after his daddy and many others in the family.

(About 22 weeks)

Snips and snails and puppy dog tails

We have chosen to take a non-interventionist approach to this pregnancy and birth.  Meaning, choosing a midwife and birth center over a hospital, which means that no pain medication will be offered to me because is there is no pain medication, no diagnostic tests, no continuous fetal heart monitoring, eating and drinking allowed during pregnancy, several options for pain control, etc.

So when I researched ultrasounds and found that research on whether they are harmful to the baby is inconclusive, I stopped to really ask myself whether I wanted to get an ultrasound.  Ultimately I decided that the inconclusive research is less important than making sure my baby is healthy and everything is functioning properly.

And I am so thankful we had the ultrasound on Friday.  Seeing him move his hands and fingers, yawn and wiggle leaves us breathless.  Knowing that he is a little boy is incredible and helpful.  However, the most amazing part of the ultrasound is the sense of relief and relaxation that settled on me knowing that all is well. I was filled with peace. He has two legs and two arms. Two hands, two feet, ten fingers and ten toes.  His brain is developing normally and the heart and stomach are in the right place.  The curvature of the spine is normal.  He is a normal, healthy, perfect little boy growing inside of me and moving around.

I am brought to my knees with gratitude.

(About 22 weeks)

Monday, January 4, 2010

Oh! The Congestion!

Being sick while pregnant is no fun at all.

On Christmas eve my family celebrated with a potluck.  Only a few days later we were all sick with very nasty head colds, chest colds, headaches, sore throats, wheezing coughs....you name it...all at the same time.  I had to use two very precious paid leave days because of the darn thing.  We've all been sick for about a week. 

The thing is, most pregnant women avoid taking any medications while pregnant.  I've found this very liberating...except for this past week.  My midwife did tell me of one otc cold pill I could take and it helped, sort of.  Anyway, being sick while pregnant really truly bites the big one. 

So instead of focusing on negativity, I"m going to do Baby Huck a favor and list some good things::

1) My sister-in-law is having a boy!!!
2) My husband's cousin is having a little girl in May.  I have only met her once but we have been corresponding weekly by email with pregnancy updates.  Today she told me that she finally grew out of her regular pants...this makes me feel like I am right on track because even with the Bella Band I don't think I can keep wearing my regular pants for more than another month or so.  My belly has offically popped and my butt is expanding.
3) We heard the baby's heartbeat again and it brought tears to my husband's eyes.  Did I marry well or what?
4)  That same man told me yesterday that I was "huge".  Thanks a lot.  Well, at least it didn't make me cry this time.  Besides he has NO idea what is coming.
5)  I finally, truly, have real boobs.  I have grown out of my biggest bra.  I could get used to this cleavage really fast! ...And I suspect that I will miss the girls when they are gone.  I really like them.  Sometimes they bump up against things and completely surprise me.
6) Friday is our ultrasound and we will hopefully find out the sex.  I'm equally excited and scared.  It will make this whole thing very real for us. 
7) Baby Huck is moving around like crazy!  Usually in the morning and evenings.  It's truly divine.

(About 21 weeks)