finally..well, almost

Next week I'm going to be a mom. I keep going into these panics and being like 'wait, wait! I'm not ready. I just got married! I like being just a couple. I enjoy my freedom. I'm too young, I'm just a kid myself!' Then I'm like..wait...I've been happily married for almost 7 years; we are a good, strong couple and a baby isn't going to ruin that; we tried for this....for years...and I'm not young or a kid anymore (actually, I'm pretty old to be starting out on this). Thank goodness for Marty being rational. When I get really bad, he manages to squeeze in behind me in the bathtub, wash my back and talk me through my panic.

ahhh, there you are!

Today, at our ultrasound, we found out that he weighs 4 lbs, 5 oz! Up a full pound in the last two weeks.

sometimes, people are incredible

So I thought that next weekend was my babyshower. My mom was really upfront about it, telling me that she wasn't even going to bother trying to make it a surprise.

My mom is a liar!

Today, she and I were supposed to go to Portland to pick out my co-sleeper. We get on the turnpike when she "realizes" that she forgot her wallet. So, we have to turn around and make the long journey back to Buckfield. When we got to her house, I noticed all of the cars parked up the side of the street - I thought something had happened to her husband (although, she didn't seem overly concerned). It actually took getting out of the car and seeing Marty (who supposedly went into work early today) walking towards me while all the kids hollared "surprise!" to realize that I had been bamboozled and that my babyshower was TODAY! (thank goodness I took the time to shower!)

It was amazing!!! So many thoughtful gifts and so many people! We barely have anything left to get - just crib sheets, a car seat bunting, a boppy and that is about it (I think....of course, I would have forgotten some of the very basic things that we got today). So many thanks to everyone there - I love you all, and I know Baby Z will be better for just knowing you!

24 Weeks

I'm in love with being pregnant. I love knowing that there is a little human that is part of me and Marty growing in my body. I love knowing that I've hit the time of viability (although, I tell the baby every night to keep hanging in there - every day that goes by is one more day for him to get strong so he can survive out here). I love when Marty talks to my belly and the baby pushes to get closer to him. I especially love when Marty gets kicked in the chin by a flying fist/foot/knee/head - I think we can safely call the tyke Baby Blade. It seems wierd that in 3 months my uterus is going to be empty again. Marty keeps telling me that it won't be sad - that I'll have our little boy to hold. It is hard to explain the feeling that comes with having a baby inside of me - I never knew this, but I honestly do not think that you can be closer to a person then a mother is with her infant when carrying him/her.

Still no name for Baby Blade though.....

Baby Matthews is a Tricky Trickster

Today was our BIG day - the day of the 5 month ultrasound where they check everything possible - the heart, the stomach, the legs, the arms, the brain, the knuckles, the gender.....the list goes on.

So, we got there and lo' and behold, Little Lily Sunshine Matthews just wouldn't cooperate and show us the goods. Susan - the sonographer - checked out everything else though (it was a good three hour ultrasound). And then this....thing....popped up on the screen. And we realized, Little Lily has a willy. Quite sizeable, unmistakeable BOY PARTS! We are back to square one in terms of a name, thinking about the baby, pronouns, everything! Good bye Pink Clothes....good bye Hello Kitty.....good bye Cute Little Pig Tails...and hello to Little Man Matthews.

Bed Rest is Stinky

So, I've been sent to bed - for three straight days. They call this bed rest, but really, it feels like bed-arrest. I'm incredibly bored...I'm supposed to just lay there, flat on my back, with my feet propped up. I've read two novels (crappy ones by Nora Roberts), watched movies (Disney ones because I have watched all mine and have to borrow them), whined incessantly (about everything), and just been miserable! OK, I'm heading back to bed.................sigh.

Meet Baby Matthews

Meet Baby Matthews. Weighing in at a mere ounce, and just hitting 3.5 inches, Baby Matthews has already been called "the most stubborn baby I have ever had to deal with". Twice. By two different sonographers.

We have gone THREE times now to get testing done and the baby will not cooperate. It was a simple test too - the baby simply had to turn on its little spine, look up at the ceiling and hold still. Instead, the baby kept kicking me and then standing on its head. I TOLD Marty when I first got pregnant...'my luck, this kid is going to be a monkey'.

This is a pic of the baby on its head.