Wow. Where has the time gone? Well not really, we want this baby so bad time seems to be CREEPING sometimes…Poor Ava, her daddy talks to her all the time and every time he talks to her she hears, “I love you baby, hurry up and grow! Daddy is ready to hold you!” Sley teases me and says that she is my baby for 9 months but once she comes out, she is all his so I better soak up the time that I have with her now because I won’t be able to get my hands on her once she’s here…we will see about that!
The nursery is almost complete, other than some pictures to hang on the wall. Ava even has her own flat screen TV that her daddy and I got while Black Friday shopping this year! We figured, it was too good of a deal to pass up so why not go ahead and put a TV in her room?
We have been so blessed when it comes to things we already have for her. If things weren’t given to us, we paid nearly nothing for it compared to what it’s worth. I am going to try breast feeding/pumping (well, probably mostly pumping since I will have to go back to work after 6-8 weeks and my mom will be keeping her). One of my sorority sisters had a nice pump that she gave us a really good deal on (and threw in some other nice things too!) so I’m excited to see how everything works out.
Ava is quite the shy little girl. Every time we have an ultrasound, she’s balled up with her legs crossed and hands over her face. I seriously have no idea where she’s gotten that from…
Sleep and I have been on the outs again. I have been having some sciatica pain in my left butt cheek so Sley enjoys punching my tail to give me some relief…I’m guess it is helping him take out some frustrations that he has to put up with his hormonal wife lol. It’s a win win situation. We sleep in a queen bed and I alone am sleeping with 5 pillows now, on top of being hot all. the. time. It could be 29 degrees outside and we have our heat set on 55 at night. Mama don’t play being hot trying to sleep…I have enough problems staying comfortable not being able to sleep on my stomach or back…
No real cravings yet. When I first got pregnant we went to an Arts Festival in downtown Raleigh and I got a weird craving of a big fat cheeseburger with fruit loops on top. Whenever I crave a single food, as soon as I eat it, I don’t want it any more so I have an almost full box of Fruit Loops in the pantry (and no, I didn’t put them on top of a cheeseburger). I’ve just now been getting HUNGRY. Up until now, Sley has been out-eating me. Bless his heart, he has gained a little weight (I cant tell, he just complains all the time). He said, “I’m ready for Ava to get here so I can lose this belly!” Whenever we go out to eat, I cant finish my meal so I give it to him and he’ll say, “you want me to get fat?” and I’ll say, “it makes me feel better, that way I’m not the only one gaining weight” … then he eats the food haha! I have had some food aversions. I never got sick when I first got pregnant. I gagged while brushing my teeth for a while but no vomiting. About a month ago, I had to stop by my parents house to pick something up and as I entered the house, I was overwhelmed by the smell of deer sausage frying in the pan and I immediately started gagging. I had to put my head in the refrigerator (yea, I know, dramatic) to be able to hold a conversation with them. Mom, Dad, and my brother started laughing so what does any hormonal, gagging, pregnant woman do when others are pointing and laughing…yep…I busted out crying. I remember my brother saying as I walked out the door, “why is she crying” and dad said, “hormones…” I’ve also learned that chicken tenders are NOT my friend. I don’t know if it was the chicken tenders themselves or the leftovers that sat in my car as we ran errands, but as soon as we got back into the car to head home, I thought I was going to lose my dinner. There was NO way I was taking those leftovers for lunch!
Before we found out we were having a girl, I could’ve bet BIG money it was a boy. Every other night it seemed, I had the sweetest dreams of the cutest little blonde headed boy that called me his mommy. I just KNEW it was my baby inside of me. Don’t get me wrong, I am so happy to be carrying Ava! It just threw me for a loop when we cut the cake and it was pink icing! Last appointment at the Dr. office, we were supposed to “officially” find out but she hid the goods and the ultrasound tech was apparently in a hurry so if “Ava” comes out a “Baker”, we will have a lot of remodeling to do in the nursery! Sley said, “if it comes out a boy, he’s going to be wearing pink the first year of his life!” (I seriously doubt he will let that happen..)
I have felt her move every now and then. The most I felt her was the other day for about 5 minutes. I don’t feel her move every day but I know it’s still early.
I’m starting to look pregnant and not just fat anymore which is helping in the hormone department. I may or may not have cried while putting away clothes I could no longer fit, then I felt ungrateful because I know if a pregnant woman told me that a year ago, I would want to smack her square in the face because all I wanted was a baby, I didn’t care about my clothes fitting. I will say, having gone through the struggles of wanting a child and not having one has really helped me to not worry so much about Ava. I know God is in control no matter what happens. I’m pregnant because God so Ava’s well being is completely in His hands!
With that said, I do have some anxiety, especially about money. I’m deathly afraid of getting in a wreck (which seriously gets on Sley’s nerves when he drives because I’ll look up from my phone at the most inopportune times and freak out, scaring the crap out of him). I also am so afraid of falling…stairs, walking, etc, I don’t want to hurt my baby.
I still cant stand someone touching my belly other than Sley except last night, I went to my Sorority Advisor’s house to pick up a TV and she touched my belly and it didn’t bother me…maybe because I know her, maybe because I know she isn’t going to hurt me, or maybe I’m getting over the phobia since I’m showing more now? We will see. I’ve talked to a lot of my friends that are pregnant and it’s nice to know that I’m not alone. I know people are happy for me and I don’t want to come off and ungrateful or rude, but I also don’t want to feel like my space is being invaded. My belly, our baby, is an intimate thing and I only share intimacy with my husband so for another to touch me that way, I feel in some sense, violated. Oh well, maybe it’s just a phase.
I think that is all for the updates so far. I’m going to try not to wait so long for another update!