Exhausted

I don't know what it is about this third trimester, but I'm out of energy from the moment I wake up in the morning. I wake up constantly throughout the night either to Alana moving or my need to pee. Either way, I am not getting any sleep.

As the days pass, I panic a little thinking about how fast this is all going. 7 weeks until we get to meet our baby girl! It's a little surreal. We've cleaned the room, but we still have to buy and set up the crib. I know, I know we're cutting it pretty close, but it's ok. Hopefully I have plenty of time during my maternity leave to start nesting :)

Now to move out of the Palace...honestly I think I'm refusing to clean because I don't want to leave. For the past 4-5 years it has been our home and I feel like Francis and I have built our relationship here and I'm just sad to let it go. I don't even want to get started on leaving my amazing roomies. Every time that I think about it I start to get teary-eyed but I know it had to happen sometime. I have a feeling I'm going to be visiting pretty often once I can get Alana in and out of the house easily. We still have a room there after all!!!

Oh my Ribs....

I don't know what limb is stuck in my ribs today, but regardless it's making it pretty difficult to get into a comfortable position, sometimes even breathe. If I slouch slightly, I get a kick from her telling me to move. Guess its a good way to correct my posture, huh?

We were actually able to fix our room a bit today with the help of Bobby, John and Jason. Thank you to the three of you for helping us, Alana says thank you too! We're not done with our room/nursery yet, but it's coming along pretty well. Just a few more hours of cleaning and building the crib and we're all set.

It's all happening so fast that sometimes I feel like I have cold feet and don't want her to come out yet. By the time I know it, we'll be celebrating her first birthday and I'll still be reeling over her birth. I know in Francis' head though, he'll already be planning the name of child #2. If only guys could experience pregnancy...

52 more days...

We see you!!!

Yesterday we had our 3D Ultrasound done in Woodland Hills and we finally got to meet our baby girl. My dad and Francis' mom were able to share this amazing moment with us and I'm so thankful that they came. The two grandparents couldn't have been more proud. Francis' mom cried from happiness, and my dad stood next to the big screen TV the whole time taking pictures on his cell phone. 

We saw her stick her tongue out, move her hand, and even saw her eyes open looking around her. She's going to be one observant baby!

 I think today just made everything so real. In 2 months I will finally meet the one who has been making a punching bag of my insides and I couldn't be more excited, but today we were able to catch a glimpse of what she looks like. I personally think that she already looks like Francis in this first picture below. To add to it, we're told that she already has a head full of hair (we know that has to be Francis)!!! 

The most amazing part of today was the fact that this little girl will have a mixture of Francis and I in her and that we made this beautiful person :) I can't wait to look at her and see what traits she's inherited from us. His eyes? My hands? His hair? My ears? Whatever she ends up with, I'm sure she's going to be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, I'm so excited.

Relaxing with one hand behind her head and the other under her chin

Chubby Cheeks

Her Heartbeat

An Unselfish Birthday Boy

So usually, when it's someone's birthday they get spoiled and pampered, but for one unselfish boy, it was the exact opposite.

It was AJ's birthday yesterday and instead of us taking him out to dinner, it was the exact opposite. Before the food was even cooked, AJ attempted to serve me the first of the cooked meals to "feed the baby". Although I refused to be the only one eating, I thought it was the sweetest gesture, especially since it was HIS birthday. But that is how AJ is. For as long as I have known him (since 1st grade), he has been one of the most generous people I know. When we moved into the house, he bought us a BBQ grill, came over consistently to clean up, and is constantly good vibes whenever he is here. After dinner, he even insisted on serving everyone ice cream of their choice. Who does this on their birthday!?

Not only did AJ buy all the food and drinks for the night, he also stayed up and cleaned the house after the celebration. Thank you AJ for your generosity and general want to make people happy. I LOVE YOU! Happy Birthday!!!

Carpal Tunnel Syndrome

Since my last appointment with my OB, I have been having slight numbness in my hands but nothing too bothersome...until this week!!!! The middle and ring finger of both hands are numb and when waking up in the morning, my hands are so painful, sometimes even so painful that it wakes me up at night. This morning I actually had problems turning the knob on the door and brushing my teeth. Who would have thought that it would get this bad within such a short amount of time.

So I tried to call my OB today hoping to get some advice on this, and all I got from the nurse who called me back was, "Oh, she said that it's normal and not to worry." Now hearing this from my MD got me a little upset, but I guess I need to learn to be a patient. Sometimes there's just nothing that you can do except to deal with it and let it pass. From what I've learned, these symptoms will pass once I deliver. *crosses fingers

I've been having a pretty easy pregnancy up until these last few weeks. Acid reflux, swelling, and now carpal tunnel, I'd rather do without it but if this is what it takes to finally meet our baby girl then so be it. :)

...64 days

Happy Father's Day!!

So I didn't get to say much on my last post for Mother's Day so this post is dedicated to my parents. Happy Mother's/Father's Day!!!

When we were younger, the "I love you's" weren't said very often, but it was always something that was never questioned in our family. My parents never failed to show us just how much they loved us. We had everything from toys, to electronics, to a house full of pets. One thing was for sure, our house was never boring (or quiet thanks to our many animals). Everytime relatives or friends would visit the house, there was always karaoke for the adults and animals to play with for the kids. I can say with confidence that I had an amazing childhood.

To my parents: Thank you for everything that you have taught/given to my sister and I. I don't think that any amount of kind words or money could show you how grateful we are to have parents like you in our lives. My sister and I love you very much!

Mom and Dad wearing the shirts my sister made for them


 So here is the other mushy part of my post. I have no doubt in my mind that Francis is going to be an amazing father and I can't wait to see it all unfold in front of my eyes. I know it sounds really corny but I can just imagine myself falling more in love with him when I see him with our daughter. I see him play with Lily and Eric and he has so much fun with them. He has that innocent imagination that so many of us lose through the years of responsibility and being an adult. I sometimes feel like I don't know how to pretend play with kids anymore. Francis on the other hand can take a lightsaber and turn it into a zombie hunt at the palace. I just sit back and feel lucky that he is going to be by my side raising our child.


Francis' Shirt (special thanks to my sister for making it for me!)

Back of the shirt

 

His other gift :P

To my wonderful husband, HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!!! I love you very much!!!

The last 10 weeks

Today my coworker walked into my office and asked me, "So you're 30 weeks already?!" I excitedly responded yes, but with the stomach turning feeling that I had no idea what would be happening to me in 10 short weeks. What started as a one-on-one conversation became a mommy gathering in my office with stories from each mother.  Some had C-sections and epidurals, others episiotomies, and one brave soul took no medication whatsoever with her 2 kids. As nurses they all agreed that as a nurse, there is a little more anxiety because of the fact that we actually know what's going on. When they call for certain things at the bedside (medications, instruments) or when they say something, we know whether to panic or not. I'm one of the lucky few to have my mom who is a labor & delivery nurse at my side so hopefully things go smoothly. At the end of our conversation, all they could tell me was, "Everyone is different".

All the emotions and thoughts during the last few weeks feel like a rollercoaster!!!

I feel nervous when: I think about how short 10 weeks really is. What will happen? Will there be complications? How bad is the pain? Will I get an episiotomy or C-section? Who will take care of her when I go back to work? Will I want to leave her? Will we be good parents?

I feel sad when: I think about how she will no longer be in my tummy everywhere I go. I think I'm really going to miss being pregnant! I know it's uncomfortable, but feeling her kicks, hiccups, and everything in between makes it so worth every uncomfortable moment. (And everyone spoils you!!)

I feel excited when: I look down at my belly when Francis crouches down to kiss her and all I can think of is how he is going to be an amazing father and how we are moving onto the next chapter in our lives. I just can't wait till we hold her in our arms.

I feel happy when: I look at my life and what it has become. I have a stable job that allows me to provide for my child, i've married an amazing man who supports EVERYTHING that I do, I have a wonderful family and friends who love me unconditionally, and Francis and I are expecting a beautiful, healthy baby girl that we once thought was almost impossible because of my complications. Life couldn't be better <3

69 more days...