*** Thanks for this "funny" mother! ***
We are officially 2 days away from the 3rd trimester! It's incredible to me how much has changed in my life over the past 27 weeks... and how in just 12 short weeks, I'll be a mommy forever.
I asked Phillip last night if it was real to him yet, and he still said no... I'm anxiously awaiting that "ah-ha" moment. Apparently, Grampa Steve's occurred when he was hanging the mobile over the crib for baby Phillip 30 years ago. It really is amazing to me how emotionally detached from the whole pregnancy men can be. And, of course, I realize that it's not intentional, it's just not real for him yet. While for me, it has become more and more real every day as I feel and watch our little nugget getting stronger. It's hard to forget about her when she's constantly nudging me in a "hey Mom! Don't forget about me!" way. I was laying in bed this morning (I tried to sleep in late, because I have to work tonight) but was first awoken by a little brown dog that needed to use the restroom, followed then by a little alien nugget that was dancing around in my tummy. I happened to have the camera sitting near the bed, so I captured it on video. Some of her movements are subtle, followed then by big kicks that jolt my tummy. I just think it's amazing... simply amazing... so I thought I would share it with you. I hope it plays...
Monday morning, January 31st, we were supposed to go see Dr. Kauffman in Wichita for my Glucose Tolerance Test (the test to see if I have diabetes with the pregnancy)... but due to inclement weather, we chose not to make the drive on icy roads. I'm sure that Phillip's truck could have made it, but it just didn't seem worth risking anything. We rescheduled the appointment for this Friday morning at 9:15, Mother said she would accompany me... to help keep me awake for the entire visit, since I will have worked the night before. So, keep your fingers crossed that my pancreas is working as it should be, I can't imagine cutting out sweets... I haven't been craving sweets, but I can't imagine having to cut them out.
A few weeks ago, I received a letter in the mail stating that my old frequent flyer miles were going to expire, and that I should use them for gift cards, magazines, or airline tickets. So, in reviewing my options, I chose to use the miles for magazines. Most of the magazines weren't any that I would be terribly interested in... but I knew Phillip would love, i.e. the Economist, the Wall Street Journal, and Time, just to name a few (I think there are 15 in total we will now receive!). Now they have begun to arrive in the mail, which Phillip is ecstatic about, and he has proceeded to read to the Nugget, nightly, about all kinds of business affairs. Last night he read to her about Emerging-World Fear: Inflation; rising Commodity Prices from the Wall Street Journal. Needless to say, this lulled her right to sleep... or terrified her, one of the two. But it is amazing to see how she becomes so still when she hears "Daddy's" voice, almost as if to give him her full attention (we'll see how this works when she is a teenager :).
Sorry, I scanned this one in a little crooked... but I thought this diagram was really helpful (once I found it) in showing the "fetal lie" or the position of the baby. Of course, last week when we looked at the Nugget on sonogram, she was still in Breech position... she still has plenty of time to wiggle around in there, and I won't become quite as concerned with her positioning until week 34 (when she will become so big that it will be hard for her to flip back and forth).
I thought I would let you have a glimpse into the life of "big brother Sneebie" as he enjoys his last trimester of being an "only child."
"Suntanning with my Monster"