37 week update

We had a bit of a screw up with our 37 week appointment this afternoon. Apparently my appointment was scheduled for 1:45, but we thought it was at 2:15. So, we missed my doctor because she got called over to deliver a baby. {And then Bryan said, “that could be us!} So I saw a midwife instead. She was nice and I was thankful to get in, but I was hoping to ask MY doctor some questions. Last week she told me that I’d find out the plan for December 20 at this appointment. It feels a little unnerving to have not seen her today, but we’ll deal with it.

I scheduled my next appointment {my LAST OB appointment!} for next week. Only she’s not available on Thursday, so I’ll see her on Friday. I’ve only seen her on Thursdays this whole pregnancy. It was like that with Maximus too. He was due on a Thursday. At my 38 week appointment she was going on vacation so I had to schedule with a midwife for Friday. I went into labor on Thursday. So, see ya next Friday doc? Or maybe we’ll come in earlier! 🙂

Or at least that’s how I feel since my complaint this week is focused around contractions. Every night. Not a big deal, but they are slowly starting to get a little more intense. As I learned at my appointment today, they are more intense the second time around. And more common at night. That makes me feel a little better. So far I’ve been a little anxious because I don’t have any experience with contractions that don’t lead to labor. With Maximus, I had contractions that I couldn’t feel. Then one night I had some that I could barely feel. I woke up the next day and they were a little more real and he was born that night. So! Contractions that I can really feel {like while I’m typing this sentence} make me wonder if I’m going to have a baby in the next 24 hours.

I’m trying not to be an anxious mess, but there are a lot of what-ifs. So, I packed my hospital bag tonight and finished up any of the baby laundry so I can pack the diaper bag. The pack ‘n play is set up in our bedroom, waiting for a little guy to sleep in. The car seat is waiting on the final inserts to dry so it can go into my car. Uh, I think that means we’re ready. I made sure to wash Maximus’ laundry so we don’t have to worry about him having clean clothes. I finished up some of the organizing I had started last weekend. Now I just need to clean both bathrooms and I’ll feel like my house is ready for me to leave. The only two things left on the list are to decide between option 1 and 2 for middle names and tomorrow I’m getting a manicure and pedicure. Then I’ve done all the things I wanted to do. {Maybe start wrapping Christmas presents…}

Our working household

I’m sitting here at 6:30 on a Monday night and barely awake. I felt the same way during my lunch hour. I could easily curl up {sort of} and close my eyes. Probably not opening them for hours. Instead, I pushed through the haze and went back to work, yawning my way through the afternoon.

Now, I listen as Bryan and Maximus work downstairs. In Bryan’s nesting efforts, he decided to tackle the mess of junk that was our basement. He took many loads to the dump and Goodwill, clearing our basement of a futon, recliner, ping pong table, Christmas tree, computer desks, and countless pieces of electronic equipment. After that was done, he started going through things. Box after box, he got rid of junk. Then he started organizing and putting things in totes with labels. It’s basically every nesting, 9-month pregnant woman’s dreams. Granted, it’s completely in his control and we may not organize things the same way. BUT! He’s tackling a much needed task.

It wasn’t on my list of things to get done before the baby, but it needs to be done. His motivation and mine are vastly different. While I want to “finally” decorate the house, he wants to get the basement organized so he can start finishing it. I watched the weeks slowly tick by and thought about the furniture that needed to be ordered and walls painted. He looked at the time passing and saw a missed opportunity. A time where he should have been spending countless hours putting up walls. We may not be entirely aligned on the to-do list, but at least we’re getting things crossed off the list.

And, I can’t express how grateful I am for some time to sit on the couch and try to be comfortable. As my pregnancy comes to an end, my body is showing its wear. There’s less I can do, either because I’m having a lot of back pain or because I can’t breathe when I bend over. While I really do love being pregnant, there’s only so much a body can take. And mine is nearing the end. We’re running out of room, little brother and I. We’re fighting over who gets the stomach space and who’s going to sleep. I’m not wishing away my days, but I’m also not rallying for more time. In 16 short days, we’ll hold our littlest boy and show him this great big world that Maximus is making his own.

36 weeks!

We’ve reached the last major pregnancy milestone…9 months! Only three weeks to go until LBL 2.0 arrives. 🙂


I’m doing well in most aspects. I’m wearing down earlier each day and I’m spending more time on the couch trying to rest. It doesn’t do much for getting things done, keeping the house picked up, or preparing supper. {See also: uh, not helping very well with the toddler.} I keep trying to remind myself that it’s ok to skip those things every once in a while. After all, I’m weeks away from having another baby. This body has spent the past 9 months doing A LOT of work to make that happen. I suppose I should give it a break.


I had my last two week appointment today. They are every week from here on out. Today was as unproductive as most other appointments. Heart beat sounded good in the 140s. I gained another couple pounds from two weeks ago. After seeing the number, I made Bryan get on the scale too. He weighs what I weighed at my last visit. 🙂 Oh well, it happened last time too. Dang skinny boy!


I have complaints, but nothing unusual for the end of pregnancy. My legs have swollen a little, my previously broken foot is bothering me consistently, and I’m starting to get pretty uncomfortable. But, Maximus has a nice seat to rest on when I’m holding him!

Glucose update

I wrote about my glucose test experience here. I survived it, barely. The next day I was in a meeting with the team I worked with at the beginning of my career. They have spouses who work with my mother-in-law so I told them I’d had four blood draws the previous day. We commented on the difference between someone who’s spent 20-30 years drawing blood versus someone who’s newish. I showed them marks on my arm from my 1-hour test. It looked like I had a rash of marks after more than three weeks. My mother-in-law used the other arm and I couldn’t even find one of her draw marks! I sent Bryan a text after the first draw and said, “she is really good at this!” I don’t think I’ll have her draw Maximus if it ever comes up since Bryan talks about thinking that every time he went in as a kid she was drawing his blood. I think Grandma will appreciate Maximus not associating that with her, but I’m happy to know her co-workers have just as much experience and can draw your blood so well that you don’t know it’s happening.

I met with my OB last week and I passed the glucose screening. However, I did not pass all four tests. I failed the fourth test. My levels started to rise on the fourth draw and were above the normal levels. I don’t have gestational diabetes and I don’t have to meet with a dietician. I do have to cut out extra sweets and pop and also exercise for about 30-minutes after big meals. I may have passed the test, but this is still not good news to me! If it’s any indication, Bryan sat in the corner behind her and was laughing at me when she gave me the direction. I may not drink much pop, but because of that I like to enjoy a pop if we’re out to eat. Now, of course, Bryan won’t let me. It’s straight water all of the time. Wahoo! Of course the sweet restriction comes at the worst time. We didn’t hand out candy, so we don’t have an excess amount of it, but we always have a little. If I’m being honest, I’ll tell you that I’m not taking her direction 100% seriously. I am trying to incorporate more protein into my day, per her suggestion. I got on the bike one night after eating a big meal full of carbs. It was brutal. I’m 32 weeks and my body doesn’t want to do much other than grow a baby. Another indication, my dad asked me last night how many times I’d exercised since last Thursday. Also while laughing. I told him twice if you counted the vacuuming followed by weights that I did one night. {I was out of breath after the weights, I say yes.}

Like I said, I’m kind of trying but at the same time I have to eat. I’m hungry. I do find that I let myself be hungry longer because I just don’t know what to eat. I feel like everything I’d normally eat isn’t what I should be eating. I am not a diet person. I’m an eat-what-I-want-when-I-want person. I don’t know how to do this restriction thing!

Any ideas?

A short update on my busy life

Life has been hectic. I basically traveled October away. When I was home I was doing laundry and cleaning the house. I only cooked one real meal during the month and it was when Bryan was at a football game. Maximus loved it enough for both of them and requested seconds. Of course he refused to eat any leftovers the next few days. Whatever, toddler, whatever!

I’ve finally gotten my bearings again and feel like life has gotten back to a normal routine. Of course it’s just in time for me to start to get anxious about the ticking clock that is constantly in my head. I’m in a pretty good spot at work and at home, but there is a constant list of things flying through my head day and night. I’m trying to get into full nesting zone so I can knock some long overdue items off my list. Unfortunately, I just don’t think I’m the cleaning nester. My body just doesn’t agree with the idea. At the end of the day my back is screaming mad and my eye lids are heavy. I have pushed myself and accomplished a few items, but I’m no where near the craziness level I’d like to be! 🙂 I’m trying to motivate myself with lists of things to do these last two months, but most of the items are for my husband. {Maybe I’ll have better success at being a crazy honey do giver!}

I’m super happy to report that yesterday the nursery was painted! Bless his heart, my husband took vacation and painted the nursery and the boys’ bathroom. He spent the whole day painting, two coats in each room. Of course they aren’t the same color so he had to clean his brush and rollers a few times. I’m so thankful for his painting expertise! I know lots of people can paint, but he has experience as a professional painter. That means he’s a perfectionist to the extreme! You won’t find a wall in this house that has been painted by me. Unfortunately you also won’t find the original walls to be painted per his high expectations. Hopefully before LBL 2.0 comes that original painting will be minimal. 🙂

If you’re keeping track, I’m about six weeks away from having little brother. That also means you better get started on your Christmas shopping! 🙂

28 weeks {7 months}

On October 4, I passed the 7 month mark. It was like any other day, except I had to take my one-hour glucose test. I also had to pack for a seven day work trip. Besides those two things, I also had to make sure my house had food and was cleaned for the babysitters who would spend the next week watching Maximus and Wrigley. If I hadn’t had a doctor appointment I probably would have forgotten how far along I was. The second pregnancy has pretty much been like that the whole way through. I keep forgetting how many weeks I am, which is a nice way to pass the pregnancy. I remember with Maximus that I was anxiously awaiting his arrival. This time around it’s like I’m playing catchup on weeks. I’m either getting rid of them or not giving myself enough of them. I suppose this is how my life will be for the next few years. 🙂

I’m still on track for measuring about a week earlier than my due date. My weight gain is consistent and my blood pressure remains the same each week. I’m feeling pretty good in terms of health. My lower back has bothered me the whole pregnancy, but it’s not usually a bother until the end of the day. I suppose it makes sense, I’m carrying around a lot of weight on my lower half. It’s more difficult for me to get up and down from the floor so I’ve gotten accustomed to sitting in the rocking chair at night while Maximus and Bryan sit on the floor reading books. Maximus doesn’t seem to notice that my body is any different. I’m trying to get him to rub it and talk to baby brother, but he’s not really playing along. Sometimes it’s all I can do to get him not to sit ON my stomach. I’d much prefer that he snuggle with it, but it’s probably not that comfortable. 🙂

Maximus also doesn’t seem to care that holding him can be a challenge. I try to rest him on top of my belly so I don’t have to do so much work, but when he starts moving around it can be really hard! I’m not surprised that when I’m holding him, LBL 2.0 usually moves and tries to push back against his big brother. I imagine it will be no different when they are both on the “outside.”


With only a few months to go, we’re trying to get as many snuggles in as possible. I’m thankful that Maximus is taking some time to rest and watch cartoons. At the end of a long day, my body sure does enjoy that! I’d much prefer to sit on the chair with him than sit and watch him play with his toys on the floor.

What I wore: Week 26

Week 26

pleated poppy

Thursday, September 20 – New outfit! This shirt is really long when I’m not pregnant so I knew it would be a good maternity shirt! It’s not form fitting, even with a 6 1/2 month belly, so I got to wear a belt. You know, since I’m in love with belts. Except it was a little uncomfortable when I was driving and I wasn’t able to slouch at all! I forgot that with a 6 1/2 month pregnant belly comes less room. 🙂 I’ll wear this outfit again, but maybe minus the belt.

black ankle length skirt {Maurices}, shirt {Express} belt, {Target}


Friday, September 21 – It was a “casual” day at work. We were allowed to wear our Not In Our Town shirts again, but mine doesn’t fit anymore. 😦 So, I found the closest thing to orange. A hooded striped sweater from American Eagle. I wore it with gray pants and called it good. Because it was casual, I was able to wear it with jeans that night also. I didn’t take a picture of the outfit, but I got a little smarter this week. It’s chilly here now so fall apparel is upon us. I grabbed my maternity capris and put boots on! Genius, right?! For the most part yes. The books are fitted so there wasn’t a lot of extra room with my capris. I’ll try it again as it appears to be a great solution to my pant problem.

Wednesday, September 26 – The weather turned chilly so it’s time for the jean jacket to make an appearance. It’s a good way to take a typical maternity work outfit and make it look a little different.