32 weeks pregs

Also noteworthy, I'm 32+ weeks pregnant and feeling large and in charge.

But first I want to make a PSA to the world: Do not ever, ever, ever, EVER tell a pregnant woman (or any woman, for that matter) that she is HUGE. Just don't. Is it really that hard to keep your mouth shut? Because OMF it sure seems that way. Related, do not ask her if she is sure there aren't twins in there. Really? REALLY?! I WILL PUNCH YOU IN THE NECK. Except I won't and then I will think about how I wish that I had said something to stand up for myself and my body for way too long after the exchange. Like days. Like I'm still thinking about it. Because you know what? YOU ARE NOT TINY. And you aren't growing a PERSON inside of you.

Okay I feel (somewhat) better. I should also mention that I honestly don't think I'm that big. I mean, I'm pregnant. I look pregnant. And I'm the size I was when I gave birth last time...so I've got that going for me. But with Millie I never got huge huge and people always commented about how small I was which I didn't love either. But that's better than having strangers tell you that you're huge. It's shocking that people feel like they can say WHATEVER to a pregnant person. Like we don't have enough SHIT going on inside. If you want to say anything, say "You look great!" Or, in case they/we don't just say, "Congratulations!" Actually, I think those are the only two allowances. Pass it on.

SO. Yeah. 32w5d and apparently I am a little testy. This pregnancy has been so different than my first. I am still feeling fairly good, considering. I'm sleeping well, eating well (although I still get full super fast), peeing quite a bit, still exercising--mainly yoga and kettleballs, feeling lots of movement, etc. But I also have the lovely vericose vein issue, stretch marks (from last time and maybe some more...womp womp), braxton hicks, heartburn (but not too bad), candy-cravings, afternoon lethargy, and slow-moving-ness typical of the third trimester. It also takes me quite a while to actually get comfortable in bed and usually sleeping on my right side is more comfortable than my left (tsk tsk) but DEWAI. The baby seems strong and active (a lot) so I think we'll be okay.

We've been preparing and nesting and I pretty much love this part. Getting rid of shit is the BEST. And so is organizing. LOVE IT. I have a feeling that we're going to feel pretty cramped in here in the next couple of months, but we will make it work. Because that is what we do. And well, we have to.

We are planning another home birth and decided to also bring a doula onto the team this time around. Ideally, I'd love to actually make it into the pool this time too. Time (literally) will tell. I've (finally) started to read some birth-related books and I'm getting excited about the whole thing again. It's obviously different this time because I actually know how painful it can be. But I also know how magical of an experience it is. I am making some goals for myself, so we'll see how it goes. We are just getting so excited to meet this person. Building and growing a family is such a blessing. A challenging, character-building, life-changing blessing. Let's DO THIS. (In 5 or more weeks.)

Big Girl Bed

Guess who's officially in a big girl bed? Yes that's right--Amelia Lee. We did it. More like, she did it. She's blown us away with her big-girl-bed-transition. It's been shocking, really. I was thinking that it was either going to be a slow, painful, sleepless night kinda thing or a breeze. And thankfully it's been the latter! We had been having major going-to-bed issues for the past several way too long weeks/months. Like delay tactics up the wazoo, fussing, whining, and even high-pitched screaming at bedtime. Every time. And it was wearing on me big time. Anyway, we're 3 weeks in and we are back to peaceful bedtime routines with hugs and kisses and no fuss. She doesn't even get out of bed and terrorize her room (who suggested that might happen, GEEZ?) and she CAN get out. She gets up and down with no problem but mostly just when we're playing in her room during the day.

Her favorite thing to  do it to look out the window. It's pretty adorable. She'll be all snuggled up under the covers while we're reading/singing/etc. and then as soon as we leave she is up and peeking out. It's like she has to check out the driveway haps before she can rest. Makes sense, really. Since getting her big girl bed she has also dropped down to only one lovey--Henry--in bed with her. He must be there for stories too...we can't start without him. And he must gets hugs and kisses too. Clearly.

Oh and the other thing since getting in a big bed? She remembers and tells us about her dreams when she wakes up. It's HILARIOUS. So far most have involved a cat. A cat driving a car, a cat chasing a mouse, a cat kissing Daddy, and then this afternoon it was about a baby bird sleeping. So awesome. 

While she's in underwear during the day, she is still wearing pull-ups/diapers at nap and bedtime mainly due to her sippy-cup-in-bed addiction. But she does get thirsty in the night and I'm just not ready to take it away yet. She cries out for more if hers is empty (we've tried gradually putting less and less water in to "wean" her off it) in the middle of the night, so I know she really needs it (right now). She also doesn't have 100% dry underwear all the time (yet) so we're still working on the potty training thing but we're rolling with it. When I hear about kids who just "got it" and never have ANY accidents I kinda don't believe their parents but I guess it's possible. I just thought my child was a GENIUS in EVERY and ALL things but I guess she needs to be practicing her kegels. (Too far?)

Anyway! All in all we are exceedingly pleased with how the bed thing has gone. So yay Mills! Here are some (blurry) phone pics from her very first night...because that's how I roll these days. BIG GIRL!