being all kinds of adorable:
Monday, November 30, 2009
For Once In My Life...
Oprah is currently playing an episode of live musical performances by famous artists of Christmas music. It made me think of my favorite live Oprah performance ever...Tony Bennett, Josh Groban, Carrie Underwood, and Michael Buble doing "For Once In My Life." Not a Christmas song, but it still makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside :)
Carrie sounds like an angel. I am not a country music fan, but if she were to do more jazzy stuff like this, I think I'd own every CD she ever put out. And Michael, despite looking bloated and somewhat sickly in this particular clip, still makes me swoon in all his Rat Pack-channeling glory.
Carrie sounds like an angel. I am not a country music fan, but if she were to do more jazzy stuff like this, I think I'd own every CD she ever put out. And Michael, despite looking bloated and somewhat sickly in this particular clip, still makes me swoon in all his Rat Pack-channeling glory.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
i can be a handful
And I feel guilty about that sometimes. Gaby puts up with a lot. I saw this Marilyn Monroe quote for the first time today and it was very affirming:
some recent favorites...
Just a few things from around the blogosphere that have inspired me in the last few weeks:
Floral embroidered Mexican dresses like these might just become my Spring/Summer 2010 uniform. From Brown Button.
That dress + me = New Year's Eve 2010. Give me 13 months. From Coco+Kelley.
I need to stock up on pretty little accessories like this for when I'm too much of a mom to anything more with my hair than throw it into a messy bun. From A CUP OF JO.
Floral embroidered Mexican dresses like these might just become my Spring/Summer 2010 uniform. From Brown Button.
Ava's Rule
Sheye Rosemeyer, one of my favorite bloggers and one of the most talented photographers I've ever seen, tragically lost her daughter, Ava, a few years ago. She recently shared this postcard explaining "Ava's Rule" on her blog and asked for everyone to pass it along. Living in South Florida, where temperatures linger in the 80s and 90s on a regular basis, I can definitely appreciate the importance of being aware of this danger...
Friday, November 20, 2009
"Health to the Princess,
Wealth to the Princess
Long live the Princess Aurora!
Hail to the King,
Hail to the Queen,
Hail to the Princess Aurora!"
Disney's "The Sleeping Beauty" is one of my favorites, and when I was a little girl, I looooved the opening scene:
The song has been stuck in my head since yesterday. I still didn't have a coming-home outfit for Emma, and since we now know that she will be coming sooner rather than later (more on that in a second), my mother in law insisted on taking me yesterday to buy her outfit. The coming home outfit is a big tradition in our culture. I know a lot of people don't "get" it (including Gaby...when he saw the outfit, he couldn't get over how uncomfortable it looked), and think that it makes no sense to bring a baby home from the hospital in anything other than a comfy cotton sleeper. But I really like it...it's something nice and special to commemorate a huge life milestone. Not to mention the fact that the outfit itself becomes an instant heirloom. Check out Emma's:
Fit for a princess, no?! I am half expecting for a procession of horses and knights in shining armor to greet us at the hospital entrance and follow us home, trailing behind the Volvo ;)
So, Emma is big. I had an ultrasound on Wednesday and they are estimating her at 7 lbs., 6 oz. Now, I know that those estimates can be off by a pound in either direction. But when you see her face, you'll see how chunky she looks. Gaby and I both weighed 9 lbs., 3 oz. at birth, so the fact that she could potentially be huge comes as no surprise. The tech kept saying that if I were to go to 40 weeks, she could easily weigh 9 lbs. The ob is concerned about her size. With my frame, they are not very optimistic about my ability to vaginally deliver such a big baby. So we're talking early induction. I go in on Tuesday, at which point I'll be 38 weeks and a few days, and at that point, if I've started to dilate, they'll consider induction either on Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving, or Monday the 30th. So exciting! I was never a fan of the idea of early induction unless it's medically necessary, but my rationale behind that was wanting to avoid a c-section. From what the doctors are telling me, the longer I wait and the bigger she gets, the higher my risk gets for needing a section. So I'm just going to defer to my doctors, and if they tell me that I'm ready to go, I'll accept the induction.
I am so ready. I thought I'd feel anxious or apprehensive about her actually being born, but surprisingly, I'm not. I can't wait to hold her. We got some AMAZING 3D images of her face at the ultrasound, and I am utterly blown away by how gorgeous she is. It has just made me that much more excited to finally meet her. Check her out:
I am soooooooooo ready to nibble on those little cheeks and see those beautiful lips up close and personal.
Long live the Princess Aurora!
Hail to the King,
Hail to the Queen,
Hail to the Princess Aurora!"
Disney's "The Sleeping Beauty" is one of my favorites, and when I was a little girl, I looooved the opening scene:
The song has been stuck in my head since yesterday. I still didn't have a coming-home outfit for Emma, and since we now know that she will be coming sooner rather than later (more on that in a second), my mother in law insisted on taking me yesterday to buy her outfit. The coming home outfit is a big tradition in our culture. I know a lot of people don't "get" it (including Gaby...when he saw the outfit, he couldn't get over how uncomfortable it looked), and think that it makes no sense to bring a baby home from the hospital in anything other than a comfy cotton sleeper. But I really like it...it's something nice and special to commemorate a huge life milestone. Not to mention the fact that the outfit itself becomes an instant heirloom. Check out Emma's:
Fit for a princess, no?! I am half expecting for a procession of horses and knights in shining armor to greet us at the hospital entrance and follow us home, trailing behind the Volvo ;)So, Emma is big. I had an ultrasound on Wednesday and they are estimating her at 7 lbs., 6 oz. Now, I know that those estimates can be off by a pound in either direction. But when you see her face, you'll see how chunky she looks. Gaby and I both weighed 9 lbs., 3 oz. at birth, so the fact that she could potentially be huge comes as no surprise. The tech kept saying that if I were to go to 40 weeks, she could easily weigh 9 lbs. The ob is concerned about her size. With my frame, they are not very optimistic about my ability to vaginally deliver such a big baby. So we're talking early induction. I go in on Tuesday, at which point I'll be 38 weeks and a few days, and at that point, if I've started to dilate, they'll consider induction either on Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving, or Monday the 30th. So exciting! I was never a fan of the idea of early induction unless it's medically necessary, but my rationale behind that was wanting to avoid a c-section. From what the doctors are telling me, the longer I wait and the bigger she gets, the higher my risk gets for needing a section. So I'm just going to defer to my doctors, and if they tell me that I'm ready to go, I'll accept the induction.
I am so ready. I thought I'd feel anxious or apprehensive about her actually being born, but surprisingly, I'm not. I can't wait to hold her. We got some AMAZING 3D images of her face at the ultrasound, and I am utterly blown away by how gorgeous she is. It has just made me that much more excited to finally meet her. Check her out:
I am soooooooooo ready to nibble on those little cheeks and see those beautiful lips up close and personal.
Monday, November 16, 2009
The real home stretch...
Hi there! How ya been? I've been great, thanks for asking! Baby Emma is just three weeks away (!!!!!!!) and the months of September, October, and now almost November, seem to have whizzed by in a blur of work and nesting. I passed the bar (hell to the YES) and have since been busy keeping my wonderful employer happy by taking on as much work as I am physically able to before I give birth. He won't have the pleasure of my company again until after the 12 glorious weeks that I will spend with my baby girl, so I've really been trying hard to do everything I can for him considering my "condition."
Being this pregnant sucks. I really have had a wonderful Holy Grail of pregnancies compared to a lot of women I know, so I almost feel like I have no right to complain. The utter lack of morning sickness (except for the occasional nausea in the 1st trimester) alone should be enough to keep me from ever uttering a negative word about pregnancy being rough. But since complaining seems to be a right of passage amongst pregnant women, who am I to deny that to myself?! So here I go: I feel like a circus freak with how big my belly is. I KNOW I'M NOT THAT BIG compared to other people. I know I'm lucky enough to be almost "all belly." I know there are many, many women who grow much bigger and rounder and wider than I am today. But...I feel like a circus freak. Me. In my own skin...not comfy. There's so much belly. I don't waddle, and I don't have that "carrying a bowling ball with my Keigel muscles" feeling yet, but comfortable I am NOT. It's hard to get around and do simple things. Tying shoelace sneakers is a problem. I forgot what it was like to be able to put on pants while standing up. Bending over to pick something up off the ground, or standing up after I've been stupid enough to sit on the floor, is rough. And Gaby has to physically push me from behind so that I can get out of bed or out of a deep sofa.
I am tired...a lot. Physically tired and sleepy tired. The sleepy tired isn't quite as bad as it was in the 1st tri where I couldn't keep my eyes open if I hadn't had a nap in the last 4 or 5 hours, but I still feel exhausted all the time. And physically, my body just can't handle a lot of activity. Walking the mall for more than 45 minutes is enough to put me out of commission for the rest of the day.
Besides the physical discomfort and the tiredness, BACK PAIN and HEART BURN are my nemeses. My upper back seriously feels like it's going to snap in half (due in part, I'm sure, to the 34Gs I'm hauling around in my bra), and my lower back is just constantly sore. I'm a chiropractor's wet dream. The heart burn is ridiculous at this point, but honestly, nothing new. It's something I suffered from even pre-pregnancy...pregnancy just took me from the welterweight to the heavyweight division.
I am ready to have my body back. I realize that's kind of ironic considering how adamant I am about wanting to breastfeed, preferably for a year if I can. I know that doing so will make a huge physical demand on me, and that my body will never really be mine again until I wean her. But still...as demanding as I know breast feeding can be, the thought of being un-pregnant is thrilling right now. I can't wait to have my center of gravity back. I can't wait to be able to see my toes again...hell, I can't wait to see my freaking crotch again. I haven't been able to look down and see whether I'm due for a bikini wax in several months. Thank God for mirrors and Gaby to keep me in check, thus avoiding the "Georgina" of the Jungle effect.
I have SO much I want to share and I really hope I find the time and energy to do so in the next few weeks before her birth. We have all our fabulous baby gear ready to go, and her nursery, which has been a work in progress for several months, is finally almost done, down to the last little detail. She has an AMAZING wardrobe that I can't wait to put her in. I had a FABULOUS baby shower and FABULOUS maternity pictures taken, which I will be sharing as soon as my FABULOUS photographer gets me my proofs. Our family and friends have been beyond generous in helping us prepare for Emma's arrival, and I just feel so blessed...blessed to have this life and everyone in it, and blessed to be lucky enough to have this little girl on her way, ready to make me a mommy.
I went in for my 36 week appointment last week and although I haven't started dilating, my cervix is soft, low, and short, and Emma is in perfect position, with her head way down low pushing on said cervix. I go in this Wednesday for a growth ultrasound to check her size and my amniotic fluid levels, and then straight to the ob's office for another internal check (internals are done every week in the final month). I'm hoping for a little bit of dilation, even though I know it means nothing. Some women don't dilate at all until the last minute and then manage to go from 0 to 10 in 24 hours or less, whereas other women dilate centimeter by centimeter in the weeks leading up to birth only to stall out when real labor kicks in. But still...even knowing that, hearing that you are actually progressing is a good feeling :)
I'm not going to keep apologizing for my lack of posting or promise that I will be posting more often, because honestly, how many times have I done that and not followed through? So like I said...I have a lot to share and I really hope to do so in the next few weeks. I hope that those of you who follow will keep checking in with me from time to time and not write me off completely (if you haven't done so already!).
Some pictures to leave you with:
Emma Alexis at 27 weeks gestation - being shy and burying her face into me and covering it with her fist
Emmie-boo's closed right eye and her nose, with her fist covering her chin
Me at 21 weeks & 5 days pregnant
Me at 35 weeks & 5 days pregnant...on my 26th birthday!
Being this pregnant sucks. I really have had a wonderful Holy Grail of pregnancies compared to a lot of women I know, so I almost feel like I have no right to complain. The utter lack of morning sickness (except for the occasional nausea in the 1st trimester) alone should be enough to keep me from ever uttering a negative word about pregnancy being rough. But since complaining seems to be a right of passage amongst pregnant women, who am I to deny that to myself?! So here I go: I feel like a circus freak with how big my belly is. I KNOW I'M NOT THAT BIG compared to other people. I know I'm lucky enough to be almost "all belly." I know there are many, many women who grow much bigger and rounder and wider than I am today. But...I feel like a circus freak. Me. In my own skin...not comfy. There's so much belly. I don't waddle, and I don't have that "carrying a bowling ball with my Keigel muscles" feeling yet, but comfortable I am NOT. It's hard to get around and do simple things. Tying shoelace sneakers is a problem. I forgot what it was like to be able to put on pants while standing up. Bending over to pick something up off the ground, or standing up after I've been stupid enough to sit on the floor, is rough. And Gaby has to physically push me from behind so that I can get out of bed or out of a deep sofa.
I am tired...a lot. Physically tired and sleepy tired. The sleepy tired isn't quite as bad as it was in the 1st tri where I couldn't keep my eyes open if I hadn't had a nap in the last 4 or 5 hours, but I still feel exhausted all the time. And physically, my body just can't handle a lot of activity. Walking the mall for more than 45 minutes is enough to put me out of commission for the rest of the day.
Besides the physical discomfort and the tiredness, BACK PAIN and HEART BURN are my nemeses. My upper back seriously feels like it's going to snap in half (due in part, I'm sure, to the 34Gs I'm hauling around in my bra), and my lower back is just constantly sore. I'm a chiropractor's wet dream. The heart burn is ridiculous at this point, but honestly, nothing new. It's something I suffered from even pre-pregnancy...pregnancy just took me from the welterweight to the heavyweight division.
I am ready to have my body back. I realize that's kind of ironic considering how adamant I am about wanting to breastfeed, preferably for a year if I can. I know that doing so will make a huge physical demand on me, and that my body will never really be mine again until I wean her. But still...as demanding as I know breast feeding can be, the thought of being un-pregnant is thrilling right now. I can't wait to have my center of gravity back. I can't wait to be able to see my toes again...hell, I can't wait to see my freaking crotch again. I haven't been able to look down and see whether I'm due for a bikini wax in several months. Thank God for mirrors and Gaby to keep me in check, thus avoiding the "Georgina" of the Jungle effect.
I have SO much I want to share and I really hope I find the time and energy to do so in the next few weeks before her birth. We have all our fabulous baby gear ready to go, and her nursery, which has been a work in progress for several months, is finally almost done, down to the last little detail. She has an AMAZING wardrobe that I can't wait to put her in. I had a FABULOUS baby shower and FABULOUS maternity pictures taken, which I will be sharing as soon as my FABULOUS photographer gets me my proofs. Our family and friends have been beyond generous in helping us prepare for Emma's arrival, and I just feel so blessed...blessed to have this life and everyone in it, and blessed to be lucky enough to have this little girl on her way, ready to make me a mommy.
I went in for my 36 week appointment last week and although I haven't started dilating, my cervix is soft, low, and short, and Emma is in perfect position, with her head way down low pushing on said cervix. I go in this Wednesday for a growth ultrasound to check her size and my amniotic fluid levels, and then straight to the ob's office for another internal check (internals are done every week in the final month). I'm hoping for a little bit of dilation, even though I know it means nothing. Some women don't dilate at all until the last minute and then manage to go from 0 to 10 in 24 hours or less, whereas other women dilate centimeter by centimeter in the weeks leading up to birth only to stall out when real labor kicks in. But still...even knowing that, hearing that you are actually progressing is a good feeling :)
I'm not going to keep apologizing for my lack of posting or promise that I will be posting more often, because honestly, how many times have I done that and not followed through? So like I said...I have a lot to share and I really hope to do so in the next few weeks. I hope that those of you who follow will keep checking in with me from time to time and not write me off completely (if you haven't done so already!).
Some pictures to leave you with:
Emma Alexis at 27 weeks gestation - being shy and burying her face into me and covering it with her fist
Emmie-boo's closed right eye and her nose, with her fist covering her chin
Me at 21 weeks & 5 days pregnant
Me at 35 weeks & 5 days pregnant...on my 26th birthday!
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