Things have been getting around the past month in the Bell household. Micah and I are continuing to enjoy just being the two of us (plus Inu and Elmer) while looking forward to soon being a family of 3 + 2. :)
I have started measuring "on" and am officially 32 weeks! Which means that July 20th due date is looking pretty steady. I am anxious to no longer be pregnant, while appreciative of the time we will have before Miss Bell is born.
On a more serious note, at our doctor's appointment 2 weeks ago Micah and I made the decision together that I should go on an anti-depressant. It was a very personal decision that I am happy to discuss and that we both (along with both of the doctors involved) are grateful for. It has been enormously helpful for our marriage and alone time, as well as having taken off some of the anxiety I was feeling towards the actual time after Miss Bell is born.
Two weeks in the meds have started to kick in a little, which is always nice for the last few days of school. Which, by the way, my last official day with kids is Friday! Can I get a "woot woot?!?!??!?!"
Other than all that, we had a very nice long weekend after a very busy last week. We slept lots, finished season 4.0 of Battlestar Galactica, did churchy things, had dinner with friends, and went to IKEA yesterday. We got the last piece of furniture for Miss Bell's room as well as a few pieces for our new "den." IKEA was also having a big sale on our favorite series, Expedit, and we got 2 new piece of Expedit for $40 off each! Which was very exciting.
On the dog front, Inu had some misfortune today which ended in an emergency vet visit. But all is well, other than a sore bum. I have never heard her really "cry" before, and man, after seeing Micah run to her side, I have no doubt that he will be the most protecting, providing, and loving father. If he is so gentle and caring towards our dog, I can only imagine the love he will lavish on our child(ren).
We have also decided that we need to budget a little more for veterinary care for the dogs. Some things you just learn the hard way.
As for summer break, I have decided to make a "to-do" list for the time before we deliver Miss Bell. It will be filled with things like "organize spices" and "sort through cloths" and "make a goal outfit for once you've lost the 40 pounds you've gained" and "clean the floorboards" and "spray for ants" and "wash all 14 loads of Miss Bell's clothes." You know, fun things like that.
If you've made it this far, I have a fun story for you. :)
Today, while Dr. Cleary was listening to Miss Bell's heart, she punched the doppler twice. :) His response was, "Geez, she's active!" :)
peace&love.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Monday, May 4, 2009
slacker
I'm a slacker. Fo' sho', my friends.
I have this gigantic portfolio thing due Friday and I haven't really started it yet.
The trash cans are down by the street and I'm perfectly capable of pulling them up the driveway, but didn't really feel like it.
I did have the dishes, then put the rest in "to soak" 24 hours ago and they are still there.
I pulled all the clean clothes out of two laundry baskets (3 loads) and piled them on the bed this morning to find a pair of undies that fit to wear today. There is no body part that is going unchanged as Miss Bell (and my bum) grow. I was tired after work today, so I just pushed all 3 loads of clothes over to Micah's side of the bed so I had room to rest.
And it's been over a week since our last doctor's appointment and I have yet to really share any of this information.
Miss Bell has been continuously measuring 2 weeks ahead. I am unsure if 1) she is actually 31 weeks developed and not 29 like we though, 2) the insulation on my belly is causing an extra inch or two in the tape measure, or 3) she is just hugemongous. It's anybody's guess. Though the weight I've gained has me leaning towards option 2.
And I do have to say that it does not make me feel any better when the custodian at work touches my stomach and says, "Shouldn't your stomach be harder than this? I'm worried because it's still pretty soft."
The only thing that keeps me hanging on to hope is that 25% of pregnancy weight gain is liquids. Which I can testify to, being that I get up every 1-2 hours to go to the bathroom in the night. In fact a new record was accomplished last night. I got up 7 times between 11 and 5:30. And even then, I went to the bathroom twice more between 7 and 8.
Who knew going to the bathroom and weight gain could be so interesting? :)
In other news, Micah-my stud of a husband-put together a porch swing yesterday. My only question is to how long the neighbors will be able to tolerate us looking lovingly into each other's eyes and kissing...I'm pretty sure if someone based a reality TV around us, most people would vomit after about 5 minutes...and keep vomiting until I had an emotional outburst about breaking dishes.
peace.
I have this gigantic portfolio thing due Friday and I haven't really started it yet.
The trash cans are down by the street and I'm perfectly capable of pulling them up the driveway, but didn't really feel like it.
I did have the dishes, then put the rest in "to soak" 24 hours ago and they are still there.
I pulled all the clean clothes out of two laundry baskets (3 loads) and piled them on the bed this morning to find a pair of undies that fit to wear today. There is no body part that is going unchanged as Miss Bell (and my bum) grow. I was tired after work today, so I just pushed all 3 loads of clothes over to Micah's side of the bed so I had room to rest.
And it's been over a week since our last doctor's appointment and I have yet to really share any of this information.
Miss Bell has been continuously measuring 2 weeks ahead. I am unsure if 1) she is actually 31 weeks developed and not 29 like we though, 2) the insulation on my belly is causing an extra inch or two in the tape measure, or 3) she is just hugemongous. It's anybody's guess. Though the weight I've gained has me leaning towards option 2.
And I do have to say that it does not make me feel any better when the custodian at work touches my stomach and says, "Shouldn't your stomach be harder than this? I'm worried because it's still pretty soft."
The only thing that keeps me hanging on to hope is that 25% of pregnancy weight gain is liquids. Which I can testify to, being that I get up every 1-2 hours to go to the bathroom in the night. In fact a new record was accomplished last night. I got up 7 times between 11 and 5:30. And even then, I went to the bathroom twice more between 7 and 8.
Who knew going to the bathroom and weight gain could be so interesting? :)
In other news, Micah-my stud of a husband-put together a porch swing yesterday. My only question is to how long the neighbors will be able to tolerate us looking lovingly into each other's eyes and kissing...I'm pretty sure if someone based a reality TV around us, most people would vomit after about 5 minutes...and keep vomiting until I had an emotional outburst about breaking dishes.
peace.
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