to a pregnant woman.
I think I'm far enough removed from pregnancy now that I can write this. Had you asked me about four and a half months ago what not to say to a pregnant woman, I would have said, "anything."
I was scrolling through Facebook today and loved seeing how many friends I have that are pregnant or that have bitty babies like we do. A lot of you probably have pregnant friends or maybe you'll be seeing your expecting cousin Susy at Christmas dinner. Take some lighthearted advice from me and help Susy to enjoy her holidays.
So behold: Things to Not Say to a Pregnant Lady
1. Sleep now, because you won't sleep once baby is here!
Susy will smile and say, "Oh, I know!" but odds are really good that she's not sleeping now as it is. If she's early on in pregnancy, there's a good chance she's too sick feeling to get a good night's sleep. At the end of pregnancy, back/hip/stomach/what have you pain will likely be keeping Susy awake.
2. Should you be eating that?
Any expectant mother that's done her research or gone to the doctor has been briefed on what she should or should not be consuming while pregnant. Hovering over her will and watching her food choices will not make Susy happy. It will likely just make Susy annoyed and afraid to eat in front of you and Susy needs to eat!
3. You don't even look pregnant!
There are several reasons Susy may not look pregnant. It may be too early for her to be showing. Maybe her shirt is fashioned so that it doesn't accentuate the bump. She more than likely feels pregnant and you don't want to dash her pregnant lady dreams!
4. Are you sure it's not twins?
I was walking in to Staples after school one day and I had just started wearing maternity clothes, so I'm not sure how far along I was but I was definitely showing. I passed a kind older man and we said "hello" to each other.
"Beautiful weather we're having, isn't it?" he asked.
"It is really is nice outside!" I answered and kept on going.
"Hey, looks like TWINS to me!"
Thank you, stranger.
*Fun fact. I spoke to someone near my classroom one day that told me I hardly looked pregnant. I walked to the other end of the hallway, where I was told I must be having twins because my bump was so big. Babies do grow really quickly over the course of 2.5 minutes.
5. You're pregnant. You need to eat until your cheeks are fatter.
...moving on
And the grand finale.
6. How much weight have you gained?
Imagine confronting a non-pregnant woman that looks like she may have gained some weight. Can you imagine asking her how much weight she's gained? Now think about sweet, innocent Susy that's busy growing a little one. "Hey Susy, how many pounds have you packed on?" Susy probably isn't going to want to tell you that number. Susy may not even know how much weight she's gained. I have spoken to several women that avoided looking at the scale during OB appointments. Or Susy knows exactly how many pounds she's gained and she's going to smile and say, "You know, I'm just not sure!" ;)
Disclaimer - I was okay with sharing that number with a few select people, like my husband and parents. But to the person I've talked to for approximately eleven minutes over the course of the past year...
So, consider the beautiful pregnant women in your life and encourage them.
Safe things to say are:
"You look great!"
and
"That shirt looks awesome on you."
and
"You look great!"
and
"Good luck with everything!"
and
"Hey, you look great!"
Now run along and talk to Susy.
Any other pregnant/recently pregnant/have-been-pregnant-before women have anything to add? I'd love to hear your advice!
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Monday, November 17, 2014
The First Four Months
On Thanksgiving, Abby will be four months old! Crazy. That means about four months ago we went to the hospital per my doctor's advice and got sent back home. And somewhere between the McDonald's drive through line and our house I gave the hospital the biggest mental black look ever given because things were beginning to happen for real. I ate approximately 3.5 chicken nuggets, paced around the house until we had ruts in the hardwood, prayed my head off, and told Jared it was time to go for real. Back to the hospital we went a couple hours later. I had traded in the belly punches and rib kicks for the pain of back labor. I then bowed at the feet of modern medicine as the anesthesiologist asked, "how's the pain now?" and all I could do was giggle. Less than four hours later, the pain was forgotten as I held a pink 7 pound 3 oz little bundle of baby girl in my arms.
No but seriously - I don't remember the pain. God's mechanism for ensuring that people will have more than one baby if they so desire.
The number of emotions felt and the lessons I've learned since July 27 are innumerable.
We worried the first few days because Abby would drink a few ounces and pass out. Shouldn't she be eating more? Is that enough for a newborn? And a couple weeks later I was wondering how on God's green earth a small baby could be eating as much as she was. If only she could eat a hamburger. That would keep her full longer. I'm kidding. But really.
I have learned that there is no such thing as "too many baby clothes." Just ask the hamper. And ask the days where we have both changed our clothes multiple times.
We've learned that people are full of their own advice and stories and recommendations, but they simply aren't a mom or dad to your little one. "Your three week old isn't on a schedule and sleeping through the night and bilingual? Well this is what I did..." And that's fantastic. But truthfully, mom and dad know best. Smiling and nodding is an acceptable response.
Once we got out of brand new newborn stage, I started regaining my sanity and feeling like a normal person that chooses to live in yoga pants and t-shirts. I also learned how to do everything left-handed and mastered the art of one-handed eating. I've eaten far more Ramen than I care to admit with my left hand, an art I never considered mastering before motherhood. Steak? Cereal? Sandwich? Only one hand available? Challenge accepted.
I've felt excitement over sleeping an entire night and a touch of disappointment when my baby alarm clock goes off at 2:30 am the following morning. I've fought sleep sitting in the chair in the nursery and then am magically wide awake when I'm back snuggled into our bed. How does that happen?
I've watched adults, women and manly men alike, melt into a puddle of awws in the face of Abby, especially now that she hands out smiles so freely. I love watching grown people mirror the face of a baby - sticking their tongues out, opening their eyes wide and furrowing their eyebrows as they mimic our little girl.
I've composed compelling ballads to encourage and/or discourage any imaginable bodily function. The album will be hitting iTunes next summer. Watch out, Taylor Swift.
I've learned the value of a mom's group (S+S shoutout) in maintaining sanity. Your baby likes to party at 4:00 am too? You're also on onesie number four for the day? Your hair is also falling out at an unbelievable rate? Nothing like solidarity between new moms!
Recently though, I've just been amazed at watching Abby grow. She can sit up really well in her Bumbo seat and she holds on to it like she's riding a mechanical bull. She smiles at Jared and me when we walk in to a room. She's started giggling and it's the most joyful sound ever. She holds up her head when she's laying on her belly and she can roll on to her back, but only when I'm not watching. She chatters to us all day long and sometimes sounds like she's saying "hi!" and other times just says "eer-o-wut." She squeals with joy when she sees Milo and she makes faces at his breath. It's okay buddy, we all have bad breath sometimes.
The dishes pile up (dear people of the world, never ever ever take your dishwasher for granted), the laundry eats the corner of our bedroom, Netflix accusingly asks me if I'm still watching Gilmore Girls as I serve as a human mattress because some days that's just how things go. Why yes I am, Netflix, so you just keep on trucking.
I can't believe how fast our little Abigail is growing and developing and learning. Our good days far outnumber our bad days and I wouldn't trade any of them for anything.
No but seriously - I don't remember the pain. God's mechanism for ensuring that people will have more than one baby if they so desire.
The number of emotions felt and the lessons I've learned since July 27 are innumerable.
We worried the first few days because Abby would drink a few ounces and pass out. Shouldn't she be eating more? Is that enough for a newborn? And a couple weeks later I was wondering how on God's green earth a small baby could be eating as much as she was. If only she could eat a hamburger. That would keep her full longer. I'm kidding. But really.
I have learned that there is no such thing as "too many baby clothes." Just ask the hamper. And ask the days where we have both changed our clothes multiple times.
We've learned that people are full of their own advice and stories and recommendations, but they simply aren't a mom or dad to your little one. "Your three week old isn't on a schedule and sleeping through the night and bilingual? Well this is what I did..." And that's fantastic. But truthfully, mom and dad know best. Smiling and nodding is an acceptable response.
Once we got out of brand new newborn stage, I started regaining my sanity and feeling like a normal person that chooses to live in yoga pants and t-shirts. I also learned how to do everything left-handed and mastered the art of one-handed eating. I've eaten far more Ramen than I care to admit with my left hand, an art I never considered mastering before motherhood. Steak? Cereal? Sandwich? Only one hand available? Challenge accepted.
I've felt excitement over sleeping an entire night and a touch of disappointment when my baby alarm clock goes off at 2:30 am the following morning. I've fought sleep sitting in the chair in the nursery and then am magically wide awake when I'm back snuggled into our bed. How does that happen?
I've watched adults, women and manly men alike, melt into a puddle of awws in the face of Abby, especially now that she hands out smiles so freely. I love watching grown people mirror the face of a baby - sticking their tongues out, opening their eyes wide and furrowing their eyebrows as they mimic our little girl.
I've composed compelling ballads to encourage and/or discourage any imaginable bodily function. The album will be hitting iTunes next summer. Watch out, Taylor Swift.
I've learned the value of a mom's group (S+S shoutout) in maintaining sanity. Your baby likes to party at 4:00 am too? You're also on onesie number four for the day? Your hair is also falling out at an unbelievable rate? Nothing like solidarity between new moms!
Recently though, I've just been amazed at watching Abby grow. She can sit up really well in her Bumbo seat and she holds on to it like she's riding a mechanical bull. She smiles at Jared and me when we walk in to a room. She's started giggling and it's the most joyful sound ever. She holds up her head when she's laying on her belly and she can roll on to her back, but only when I'm not watching. She chatters to us all day long and sometimes sounds like she's saying "hi!" and other times just says "eer-o-wut." She squeals with joy when she sees Milo and she makes faces at his breath. It's okay buddy, we all have bad breath sometimes.
The dishes pile up (dear people of the world, never ever ever take your dishwasher for granted), the laundry eats the corner of our bedroom, Netflix accusingly asks me if I'm still watching Gilmore Girls as I serve as a human mattress because some days that's just how things go. Why yes I am, Netflix, so you just keep on trucking.
I can't believe how fast our little Abigail is growing and developing and learning. Our good days far outnumber our bad days and I wouldn't trade any of them for anything.
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| Abby's birthday and today! |
Thursday, October 2, 2014
Sometimes...
...you wish you had a video camera. Because sometimes, your day seems like the things sitcoms are made of.
Imagine that your sweet baby fell asleep while eating, so she's curled up against you on top of the soft pillow on your lap. She wakes up after a time and you know that your baby likes to "sit" after she naps, so you prop her up in the corner of the couch. She looks around, stares at the fan, coos and smiles at you. Suddenly, her expression changes and you brace yourself for what is to come.
Sometimes, your baby's diaper defies all logic and physics. Sometimes you find that the contents of what should be in said diaper is in fact not in the diaper at all.
(I'll spare you the details. Use your imagination.)
So you ask your baby, "Hey um baby? How exactly did that happen?" And because she's a baby, she'll just smile at you. You commence clean up: quickly wipe the worst of it off the couch, carry the baby to her changing table and use all the wipes ever created, take off the onesie, replace diaper and onesie, and lay her in her crib. You stand at the bathroom sink, scrubbing and soaking, soaking and scrubbing, until the worst of the stains are gone and you can place the defiled items in the sunshine to dry. Of course while you're standing at the sink, your other child - the 100 pound one that is covered in fur - is trying his darndest to help you clean the couch. Because that's what dogs do. Onesie in the sink and head in the hallway, you say, "Hey Milo! Milo?! Milo, get in here!!" and then you peek in the nursery and see your baby happily kicking away in her crib. You know she has to feel better. The evidence, after all, is on the couch.
Sometimes you then have to take the couch cushion outside to clean and bake in the sun (because sometimes it's that bad) while your baby sits in her car seat on the driveway and watches you. You get it as clean as you guess it's going to get and begin to move everything back inside. While opening the door, you realize that you've walked through a spider web. Simultaneously your baby is less happy as she realizes that she'd rather be eating than watching you scrub a couch cushion. You can't blame her. You ignore the spider web, put away your cleaning supplies, and settle back in on the other couch - the clean one with all the cushions - to feed your baby.
Sometimes about thirty minutes will pass by and you feel something tickle your arm. You know that your baby girl likes to sleepily run her fingers along your arm, so you look down to soak in the adorableness. Instead of cute baby fingers, you see a spider. That's usually not as cute as baby fingers. Your mind flashes back to the spider web that you walked through previously and you revel in the fact that this spider has been crawling on you for a half hour. Wow, that's fantastic!
You stealthily fling your hand around, sending your new friend on to your half-made grocery list.You swiftly and with the grace of a super ninja stand up to save yourself and your previously-sleeping baby from this vicious being.
Then you may consider taking a picture so that you can show your doctor the life-sucking spider that tried to eat your arm.
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Your baby is now sitting in her swing staring at her mom, wondering, "What on earth could Mom be doing with those two pens?" Why, Mom is using them as spider-killing chopsticks, of course, dear.
Sometimes you leave the spider dead on the floor for your husband to clean up. Because he likes that sometimes.
And then, you're exhausted. You settle back in on the couch that now has one less cushion but definitely no spiders. You wonder what on earth just happened. Your dog continues to lick the couch and your baby wishes she had your pen chopstick ninja skills. And you laugh, amazed at how much uproar this tiny little human can create.
You realize that without this tiny human, your afternoon would have been nowhere near as exciting as it turned out to be. Odds are good you wouldn't have been scrubbing a cushion in the driveway and you definitely wouldn't have been viciously attacked by a man-eating spider.
Lastly and most importantly, you realize that you wouldn't have it any other way, because being a mom is seriously the best thing ever, even with your new adventures in cleaning.
End scene. Roll credits. :)
Imagine that your sweet baby fell asleep while eating, so she's curled up against you on top of the soft pillow on your lap. She wakes up after a time and you know that your baby likes to "sit" after she naps, so you prop her up in the corner of the couch. She looks around, stares at the fan, coos and smiles at you. Suddenly, her expression changes and you brace yourself for what is to come.
Sometimes, your baby's diaper defies all logic and physics. Sometimes you find that the contents of what should be in said diaper is in fact not in the diaper at all.
(I'll spare you the details. Use your imagination.)
So you ask your baby, "Hey um baby? How exactly did that happen?" And because she's a baby, she'll just smile at you. You commence clean up: quickly wipe the worst of it off the couch, carry the baby to her changing table and use all the wipes ever created, take off the onesie, replace diaper and onesie, and lay her in her crib. You stand at the bathroom sink, scrubbing and soaking, soaking and scrubbing, until the worst of the stains are gone and you can place the defiled items in the sunshine to dry. Of course while you're standing at the sink, your other child - the 100 pound one that is covered in fur - is trying his darndest to help you clean the couch. Because that's what dogs do. Onesie in the sink and head in the hallway, you say, "Hey Milo! Milo?! Milo, get in here!!" and then you peek in the nursery and see your baby happily kicking away in her crib. You know she has to feel better. The evidence, after all, is on the couch.
Sometimes you then have to take the couch cushion outside to clean and bake in the sun (because sometimes it's that bad) while your baby sits in her car seat on the driveway and watches you. You get it as clean as you guess it's going to get and begin to move everything back inside. While opening the door, you realize that you've walked through a spider web. Simultaneously your baby is less happy as she realizes that she'd rather be eating than watching you scrub a couch cushion. You can't blame her. You ignore the spider web, put away your cleaning supplies, and settle back in on the other couch - the clean one with all the cushions - to feed your baby.
Sometimes about thirty minutes will pass by and you feel something tickle your arm. You know that your baby girl likes to sleepily run her fingers along your arm, so you look down to soak in the adorableness. Instead of cute baby fingers, you see a spider. That's usually not as cute as baby fingers. Your mind flashes back to the spider web that you walked through previously and you revel in the fact that this spider has been crawling on you for a half hour. Wow, that's fantastic!
You stealthily fling your hand around, sending your new friend on to your half-made grocery list.You swiftly and with the grace of a super ninja stand up to save yourself and your previously-sleeping baby from this vicious being.
Then you may consider taking a picture so that you can show your doctor the life-sucking spider that tried to eat your arm.
Your baby is now sitting in her swing staring at her mom, wondering, "What on earth could Mom be doing with those two pens?" Why, Mom is using them as spider-killing chopsticks, of course, dear.
Sometimes you leave the spider dead on the floor for your husband to clean up. Because he likes that sometimes.
And then, you're exhausted. You settle back in on the couch that now has one less cushion but definitely no spiders. You wonder what on earth just happened. Your dog continues to lick the couch and your baby wishes she had your pen chopstick ninja skills. And you laugh, amazed at how much uproar this tiny little human can create.
You realize that without this tiny human, your afternoon would have been nowhere near as exciting as it turned out to be. Odds are good you wouldn't have been scrubbing a cushion in the driveway and you definitely wouldn't have been viciously attacked by a man-eating spider.
Lastly and most importantly, you realize that you wouldn't have it any other way, because being a mom is seriously the best thing ever, even with your new adventures in cleaning.
End scene. Roll credits. :)
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Baby Blair!
I've been more than blessed during my pregnancy. I've known women and talked to women that experience all sorts of problems during the time they are carrying their little ones. I dealt with the usual morning (and noon and night, some days) sickness until shortly after Christmas. Since then, symptoms have been fairly easy to manage. Also, being a teacher is about the best profession for someone expecting a baby in July. The hard part definitely started when school was over. Perfect timing!
This Sunday is my due date! I can't even begin believe that she's been baking for nine entire months. Perhaps Abby will be prompt and arrive exactly on her due date. If not, we know that we will definitely have her sometime next week...doctor's orders!!
Jared has been a saint and has been so helpful. Luckily for me, he's a better cook than I am, and has taken charge of our meals on many occasions these last nine months! He's done so much around the house and has taken wonderful care of me. He's going to be a fantastic dad! We are celebrating our second wedding anniversary Monday, July 28. Marrying him was a good idea!
Since my favorite thing to do right now is sit on the couch, I figured I'd use the opportunity to post some pictures from throughout our little journey. It's funny how nine months can seem like an eternity some days, but it's nothing in the scheme of things!
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| From 15 weeks to 39 weeks - hello, bump! |
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| Abby's profile view from sometime in the beginning of May :) |
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| Some decorations and artwork in the nursery! |
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| Abby will be so stylish! :) |
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| Jared bought himself a diaper bag! And our Boppy pillow. |
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| Dad painted an "Abby" sign for the nursery, and Kathy gave us a cute giraffe picture with spaces for Abby's birth stats! |
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| And last but not least, a Milo for good measure - already practicing guard dog duty by the crib! |
So there you have it! Thank you to everyone who has been so supportive during our pregnancy. We can't wait to meet our little girl, and I can't wait to share her with all of our family and friends! Please keep us in your prayers over the next several days!
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