Goodbye summer...

I went back to work yesterday, just for the day to help with registering new students. Boy did I come home tired. Working 9-6 for the first time in a couple of months was exhausting. But it was good to see coworkers and the new little kinders coming aboard. 

The whole thing though was a huge wake up call. I go back to work officially in a week and a half. Yes, you read that right. A week and a half. I thought I had more time to my summer, but no. Come August 6th I'm back to work. No more summertime. 

But that's okay. Going back to work means more things to fill up my time which hopefully means time will fly by until January. And we all know what happens in January...

We get to meet this little guy/girl :) 

Waving "hi" :)

What's it gonna bee?

The hubs and I always knew that we would find out as soon as possible what we were having. Boy or Girl. The thing was if we would just let the ultrasound technician tell us, or if we would hold a gender reveal party. For the longest time I just figured we'd let the ultrasound tech just tell us. But as I keep looking around, I see all these lovely ideas for a gender reveal party. So the hubs and I talked, and it was decided. We were going to have a gender reveal party. 

Let the research and planning begin...

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15 weeks :)

How far along: 15 weeks

Trimester: Second

Baby size: Navel Orange

Toes: I can still see them!

Gender: Find out in a month hopefully!

Movement: Maybe?! I don't know, but I think so!

Cravings: Milk and cheese, lots of cheese

Aversions: Depends on the day

Nausea/Morning sickness: It still hits me every once in a while, but it's not too bad. I've just gotta watch myself and not push myself or I get a headache, and worse a migraine.

Maternity clothes: Been wearing them for weeks and not ashamed, they are so comfortable!

Best moment of the week: I'm finally getting my energy back!

What I'm looking forward to: Spray painting that crib!

 

Friday's Letters

Here is my first time joining in on Friday's Letters! 

The hubs's lemon chiffon cake with lemon frosting that I made from scratch and gluten free. You can follow me on Instagram awood009

Dear hubs, Happy birthday week! You've been incredible this week, working overtime and taking care of me during my random bouts of nausea and a very long, and not at all welcome, migraine. You're incredible! Dear baby, Less than 6 months to go! I can't wait to meet you! And 3 more weeks until I get to hear your little heartbeat again. Maybe your daddy can go this time too :) Oh! And a month before we find out if you're a boy or girl! Dear Baby Registry, there are so many confusing items out there! Do we go with a travel system stroller? A jogging stroller? Or just a stroller? I'm so confused! Help! Dear Friday, Thank you for finally getting here! The week of crazy is almost over! Next week we go back to our normal schedule, for just a couple of weeks that is. Then it's back to work for me. Dear Summer, you're going by way too fast! I haven't even had a chance to get to the beach! Dear hubs, I hope you enjoyed your birthday and cake! I worked hard on that cake for you and you better like it ;) Haha

Looking in the mirror

I know full well that I am pregnant, and with pregnancy comes a change in my body. I know this. But still, sometimes when I catch a glimpse of my bare stomach in a mirror, my breath catches. All I can think in that second is "oh, the hubs isn't going to like me getting big!" and then in the next second I sigh and remember, "I'm pregnant, this is supposed to happen!" Now, not all the changes are all that bad. I've already outgrown my bra, and I'm still growing...Goodness gracious. I'm kinda over that. 

Is it normal to feel this way about my growing stomach? I love the fact my stomach is growing and making room for this baby. I love watching it grow. I just still catch myself for split seconds at a time worrying that I'm "getting fat" when I know, I know I'm not. I don't like thinking this way. I want to continually rejoice over the changes. A growing belly means a growing baby and that is a wonderful thing!!

Don't get me wrong, I love the fact my belly is growing. I just wish my breath would stop catching at times in that negative way. No more negative thoughts!

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Birthdays

Tomorrow is the hubs's birthday. He will turn a quarter of a century old (the old fart). Growing up, my family always made birthdays a special day, a day where we got to make all the decisions. So once the hubs and I started dating, I took that mindset into the relationship. 

The first birthday we celebrated together was his 21st birthday. As I wasn't quite 21 at the time, we decided to go a different route than club hopping (and we're not quite club hopping people). Instead, his best friends and I decided to throw him a kind of surprise party. We rented a boat and took it out on the lake and spent the day boating on the lake. It was his special day and I was going to do my best to make it extra special for him. 

The next year, we spent his birthday traveling. It was the same day as my grandparent's 50th wedding anniversary party, so we were busy hanging out with them and celebrating them. We did make an effort to go eat at a place of his choosing. 

Over the next years, I continued to try to make each day special. His 23rd birthday, he spent his birthday starting a new job. It was a wonderful day. He had been out of work for a month, and the fact that his job started on his birthday was the best birthday present he could have asked for. Last year was low key. We had just bought our house, so there wasn't much we wanted to do and he was okay with that. He picked a place to go out to eat and we enjoyed a nice birthday dinner.

This year, it's another crazy year. He just started a new job, and is subbing, cleaning an extra location on top of his already two locations, and he has something else going on tomorrow night. It's just a crazy week and I'm starting to think he might actually just want to chill this weekend and recover from such a crazy week. But I still want to make it a special day for him. Every year I try to make him a dessert, and every year  he asks for something fruity. This year it's a lemon chiffon. So here's to making him his special dessert...

The point is, I try to make every year special for him. We argue about it. He never really had his special day growing up. His family never really made a big deal out of birthdays. They were just another day to get stuff done. As we prepare to have our own family, birthdays are going to be a big deal. Maybe not so much with presents, but it'll be a day about them. Their special day. A day with cake and balloons and their choice of food. It's just the way I was raised and the way I hope to raise our kids. 

No more w(h)ining...

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Ever since I found out that I'm pregnant I have been craving one certain thing...a glass of good red wine. I know some people give the "a-o.k." to have an occasional glass here and there, but I just don't know where I stand on the issue. I've read mixed reviews on the whole issue, and people can be so adamant about it one way or the other. I guess in the end, giving up a good drink for a few months isn't too much to ask, no matter how intense the craving may get. So no more wine for me...at least not until this little one has said hello to the world. 

Anybody else have feelings about this taboo subject?