December 28, 2010

goings-on.


  • I really do have the best husband, ever. Currently, he is snoozing away because he pulled the night shift last night. I was beyond tired yesterday and feeling I was coming down with a cold. Sweet husband took care of the baby all night last night without even being asked. I love him.
  • Speaking of which, he and I are doing The Love Dare together. January and February in Arkansas are usually quite gloomy and we tend to fall into a funk this time of year. What better way to avoid the funk than by purposely doing something that will strengthen our marriage? We are on Day 6 and it has already proven to be worth the time and effort.
  • Christmas this year was one of the best Christmases we've had in a long time. Husband's family was with us, as was my Mom. It was a wonderful day of opening presents, eating, relaxing, and just being together. I hope my Dad enjoyed seeing all of us together. Wish he could have been there.
  • Vivian is growing like a weed. I can't believe how big she is. She has already outgrown several outfits. It makes me so sad! I want my baby to stay little forever. Sleep through the night, yes. But stay little. Please?
  • She slept a consecutive six hours last night. I'll take it.
  • I can't wait to get my clearance from the doctor to start working out again. I am so over this pooch and these extra 20 pounds. I am thinking about creating an account at jillianmichaels.com. My problem is not the working out, it's the eating. I need a meal plan and a grocery list for healthy meals. NOW!
  • By the way, I am NOT reading Wicked. I haven't been reading that for awhile (I suppose I should change my sidebar). Instead, I have turned my attention to The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. It's a pretty interesting read; Wicked was not -- although the musical was fabulous.
  • I got a Kindle for Christmas. Love!
  • I also got a pair of Steve Madden boots that I've been eyeing for quite some time at Kendi Everyday. They fit, but just barely. I gained so much weight in my legs during my pregnancy. Boots aren't cute when they're squeezing the crap out of your calf muscles. Again, I can't wait to hit the gym. I am so ready to go shopping! I want to update my wardrobe/totally clean out my closet but I am in a holding pattern until this weight comes off. Maternity clothes are too big, my regular clothes are too small. It's so frustrating!
  • 2010 has been quite a year and I have been thinking about that blog post for a while. So much has happened, both good and bad. I am ready for 2011. Aren't you?
  • I am hoping that Kmart has the Martha Stewart Christmas stuff on sale like they did last year. That's my exciting plan for the day.
  • My feet are cold.
  • I think I'm done now. Here's a photo of Vivi at bath time. Just for kicks.

December 20, 2010

a little narcissism for your monday.


I apologize in advance for this post, but I just had to.

Thanks to my Medela breast pump, I have already lost 30 of the 50 (yes, FIFTY) pounds I gained during my pregnancy. I haven't eaten any differently (ok, maybe a little less since caring after a newborn is so time-consuming that one often forgets to eat), nor have I exercised. I won't get that clearance from the doctor until the first week of January.

Just saying...if you're wondering if breastfeeding DOES help you lose the weight, it does. Really. And you don't even have to do anything but sit there!

Don't believe me?

Here's the night I was induced compared to the day Vivian turned one month old.




See? Yay for breastfeeding! I still have 20 pounds to go - you might have noticed that lovely pooch still lingering above my waistband - and I wanted to lose about 15 pounds before I got pregnant, as well. I figure that will come off with time and with diet and exercise once I'm in the clear.

Note: Not that it matters, but we are not nursing. I pump every 3 to 4 hours and then she eats from a bottle. It has worked out so much better for us! Husband can help with those middle-of-the-night feedings and this house is just a much happier place to be now. No one tells you about the options you have. I know there is a huge debate over this (which is quite silly), but there are options, people. I wish someone had told me that you don't have to exclusively give formula or exclusively nurse. Nothing is exclusive with babies, y'all. You just gotta do what's best for you and your family. The End.

On a totally different note, Husband was asked to be Santa for his squadron's Christmas party. Here he is with Vivian when he returned home from the party. This kills me!



December 10, 2010

what day is it?

I couldn't tell you.

In case you were wondering, I am still alive. I have been inundated with newborn madness for the past couple weeks that I'm lucky to get a shower. Forget blogging!

These last few weeks have been really intense as we are trying to figure out our schedule. I liked the book Babywise and all, and it seems to be really working in terms of maintaining some sort of serenity in this house, but it is incredibly labor-intensive!! I am exhausted. Is any of this even making sense?

I don't know.

Huh?

December 2, 2010

whip it!

During some quiet time last night, I was able to watch a movie: Whip It.

I loved it! That movie is very Juno-like, as it stars Ellen Page and has the same sort of humor, which I love.

But more important than that, it's about the roller derby scene in Austin. I was enchanted!!

I could really (really) see myself enjoying the roller derby -- as a participant, not just an on-looker. I Googled "central Arkansas roller derby" and lo and behold! There are teams everywhere! Even in my little town!

There is a holiday expo "tournament" taking place on December 11 only 10 miles from my house and I have full intentions of going to check this whole roller derby thing out. I like the fact that the admission costs are going to benefit a local food pantry, too.

Think I could hack it?!


November 28, 2010

the birth story.

Ay. Where to begin?

I guess at the beginning...

We scheduled the induction at my 38-week appointment. Why did we schedule an induction? Because I was tired of being pregnant. Because I wanted her here sooner than later. Because my back was really starting to hurt. Because I wanted her here. Because I wanted her here for Thanksgiving. Because I had nary a contraction and knew that if we didn't evict her, I would stay pregnant forever. Because I'm a super-planner and liked the idea of knowing when she'd get here. The End.

We were scheduled to go in at 8pm on Tuesday, November 16th. This is us before heading out to grab a quick bite to eat before heading to the hospital. I was SWOLLEN! Holy moly! I wish I had known that shirt was see-through. Classy.


The last belly picture. Kind of sad.

We arrived at the hospital and were checked in immediately. I was so surprised at the efficiency of the hospital staff. I was prepared to wait for a couple hours. In fact, I was hoping to wait. I was extremely nervous and scared at this point. I was going to have a baby. It all suddenly became real. And I was frightened.

I was asked to change into my robe and was immediately given my IV. I was most apprehensive about this process and the epidural. It's not that I am "afraid" of needles. I just don't like the idea of a needle staying inside my body for hours and hours. Of course, the nurse couldn't find a good vein in my hand so she had to bring in a second nurse who, luckily, found a good vein in my wrist. I gag to even recall it!

I was then pumped up with liquid and penicillin, which burns when it enters your veins, by the way. I had to have the penicillin because I tested positive for some bacteria at my last doctor's appointment. Sexy, I know.

The rest of that night is sort of a blur. We tried to sleep, but that wasn't happening. The baby monitor and contraction monitor that they strapped (so tightly) to my stomach was constantly slipping off and nurses were coming into the room every 5 minutes, it seemed, to re-adjust me. Talk about annoying! Those monitors were the worst!!! They were hurting my stomach and causing me to have to pee. (Fun is having to walk your half-naked self and your IV tower on wheels to the bathroom every hour)! Ugh! It was a nightmare. I could tell the nurses were getting annoyed with me, but what could I do?! I had to go!!

I was also given those tablets that thinned my cervix. I was given one as soon as we got there. (Fun is also having a doctor insert a tablet into your tunneling and no, she does not do it gently)! It was doing the job, but I required a second one four hours later. Backtrack: When we got to the hospital, I was only 1cm dilated and still thick. I told you this baby had NO PLANS of evacuating any time soon.

At 5am, the anesthesiologist came in and said we could now do my epidural since I was about 3-4 cm dilated. Yay! Not really, I was scared out of my mind. I think this is when they also started the Pitocin.

She got everything prepped and Aaron had to leave the room. I was so scared, I was trembling! Thankfully, the nurse was amazing and held my hands through it all. She tried to distract me by talking about her kids and asking how Aaron and I met, etc. The anesthesiologist discovered that I had scoliosis (oh boy) and became worried that the epidural may not work and she would have to re-do it. Noooooooo!!!! A few minutes after it was administered, my left side became completely numb and tingly. My right side, however, not so much. Should we have tried to re-do the epidural? Probably. Did I want to go through that again? Absolutely not. I lied to myself and said it would be okay if we didn't re-do the epidural...that would turn out to be a big mistake.

The epidural, for what it was worth, did work and I was able to sleep through my contractions from about 7am to 11:30am. The doctor kept coming in and out to check on my progress. I was dilating verrrrrrrrrry slowly. Then, around 1pm or so the worst pain of my life rocked my entire abdomen, pelvic region, and legs. I was having major contractions and I was feeling ALL OF THEM. I pushed the "more epidural medicine" button several times, but to no avail. The anesthesiologist was called in and he gave me a dosage of something (??) that didn't help much whatsoever. It was go time and I was in severe pain. My epidural, apparently, had run out.

This was so not the plan.

Words cannot describe the pain I went through for the next three hours. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced. My mom was there with the cold, wet rag on my face and my husband was there coaching me through each contraction, which lasted 45 seconds and occurred every minute. Do the math. That equals only 15 seconds of rest in-between. This went on for two hours. There was a moment when I completely broke down and said I couldn't do it. I just couldn't keep doing what I was doing. But by the grace of God (yes, I prayed), I was able to push through it. It felt like my butt was being split in two. Sorry, but that's the only way I can describe it. I could literally feel my baby getting lower and pushing on my rectum. My goodness, it was unbearable.

Finally, the doctor came in, checked me, and said it was time to push. Hallelujah!!!! I began pushing at around 3:55pm. I was told that the harder I pushed, the faster she would come. I pushed like it was my job. I kept chanting in my mind, "Do work! Do work!" I thought about all those brutal Crossfit workouts I had survived. I thought about all the miles I have run. I thought about the hard times I have pushed through. And I pushed like the dickens!

My doctor told me I would soon be feeling "the ring of fire" as my baby's head was on its way out. Ring of fire, indeed! That was the most painful part. But I kept pushing!! And at 4:19 pm, my baby girl was born. (I tear up as I write this, remembering what a relief it was).

The doctor placed this perfect, little baby on my chest and I cried and cried. I looked at my husband, who also had tears in his eyes. The doctor asked him if he wanted to cut the cord and he did! (I also forgot to mention that when she asked him if he wanted to "see the head," he said yes. This is worth mentioning because our plan going into this was that he would have no business or interest "down there." Funny how that changes when it's your kid).

She was perfect. And my whole demeanor changed once she was out. The pain was gone. In its place was a sense of euphoria. I felt drunk. And it was wonderful. They took the baby away to do all those things they do to babies while I got stitched up (I tore and required two sutures). Husband busied himself with taking photos (which are excellent, by the way, and can be seen on Facebook if we're friends). Twenty hours of labor produced the most beautiful, healthy baby girl.

Was it worth it? Yes. Would I do it again? Yes, but not ANYTIME soon!

So, with some minor details missing from the story because I'm tired and just can't remember, that is how Vivian Elise Webb made her way into this world. She weighed 6 pounds, 14 ounces and was 20 inches long. She has a full head of dark brown hair and blue eyes and the longest eyelashes I've ever seen on a newborn.









In case anyone was wondering, here is how we chose her name:

Vivian was my grandmother's name. She was my mom's mom, who passed away before I was born. She and her husband (my grandpa) were killed in a car accident. Now that my Dad is gone, I wanted to continue some sort of family legacy. Plus, I think the name is Vivian is beautiful and I love what it means: "Full of life, vibrant"

Elise is just a beautiful name that I've always loved and thought elegant. I looked it up and knew immediately that it would be her middle name. It means: "Consecrated to God"

A full of life, vibrant child who is given entirely to our Savior. Sounds perfect to me :)

Sidenote: I always wanted to name my first daughter Charlotte. But then I married a man whose last name is Webb. And that would just be mean.


How has life been since she was born? I couldn't tell you. It's been a fog! I am still in quite some pain and know that I am not entirely in my right mind yet. Ask me again in a few weeks :)

We do love our little girl, though. That I know for sure.



November 24, 2010

she's here!


Vivian Elise Webb is here and we could not be more thrilled...or tired.

I have full intentions of writing the birth story on here as soon as I have some time. With the holidays in full swing and relatives visiting (and oh yeah, a newborn to take care of), the blog has been put on the back-burner.

But I will update, I promise.

I will say this, though. Twenty hours of labor and an epidural that ran out during the last three (and most difficult) hours of said labor was all worth it in the end. I love this little girl more than I ever thought possible. I officially "get it" now.

My cup truly does runneth over.

November 16, 2010

it's go time (almost).

We are headed to the hospital in about two hours or so.

I am so ready to get this process started. I am feeling quite anxious, which makes me tired, which makes me grouchy. Not fun.

We will have updates on Facebook, so check there if you're so inclined.

Please pray that this goes smoothly, that she's healthy, that Daddy doesn't pass out, and that it takes two hours. HAHA. Ok, I know that last request is unrealistic, but a speedy labor would be nice :)

Here goes everything!

November 12, 2010

eviction notice.

I had my 38-week appointment today. I am just barely 1cm dilated (and that's being generous).

After much contemplation (this has been going on for weeks, I just haven't said anything), we have decided to induce next Wednesday!

Uhm, holy crap. That's 5 days from now!



But it is surely time and Baby Girl will be just fine. My doctor has reassured me that it is entirely safe (even though there is a higher risk for a C-Section) and I am fully on board. I have a peace about it and know that everything will be okay.

We'll actually check into the hospital Tuesday evening and hope to deliver on Wednesday sometime. I know it will be a long process (probably), but I am ready to get the ball rolling.

I'm not worried about pain or how "miserable" this process might be. I'm a pretty tough cookie. Hello, back surgery. I would rather experience a day or two of misery than to deal with all this anxiety I am currently feeling. I am not good at waiting and anticipation, although it can be nice sometimes, is also a thorn in my side. I am just ready to start this process.

Plus, I am getting very uncomfortable and tensions are high in this house, as no one is sleeping well and things are just at the boiling point. Something's gotta give. And since we can't give her back, she might as well come on out and join the party.

I also like the idea of having my bags packed just the way I want them to be packed. I'm sort of a planner, if you couldn't tell by now.

So, I will have a baby next week.

And along with my Daddy passing away, that is the most monumental thing I have ever typed on this blog...or shall experience.

enjoying last-minute "adult time."

Husband and I have spent the last week or so trying to enjoy what little time remains of just "him and me." I have to admit, it makes me a tad sad when I think that there will never be just "him and me" anymore. I know the addition of Baby Girl will be amazing, but still...I mourn (just slightly) the loss of who we used to be.

With that being said, I thought I'd update on the "adult" things we have enjoyed lately.

First, dinner at Ashley's in Little Rock. This is not a kid-friendly place, nor is it cheap. We enjoyed the most delicious filet in the most beautiful atmosphere. There was nary a screaming child or Cheerio on the floor. It was wonderful.

Wicked at Robinson Center Music Hall. What a show! We had amazing seats! The costumes were amazing, the sets were amazing, the talent was amazing. I laughed, I cried, I held my husband's hand. It was wonderful.

A one-night stay at the Rosement Inn Bed and Breakfast. Why? Because I wanted a night of no cooking, no dog to tend to, no cleaning. I wanted to be pampered. I wanted someone to make my breakfast. And most importantly, I wanted to bathe in a garden tub, dang it. And that I did. We stayed in the St. Clair room. It was beautiful. My only complaint was that the inn keeper had the heat on WAY TOO HIGH for this pregnant lady. I had to open windows in the morning to let some air in, but other than that, everything about the inn was amazing. She served us a fantastic breakfast the following morning and my bath the night before was worth every penny we paid. We ate breakfast then came back to the room and snoozed...in perfect silence. The only sound we could hear was the air blowing through the windows. Husband read on his Kindle in the sun room, I slept cozily on the over-sized Q ueen bed. We did this until 11:30 when it was time to head out for my doctor's appointment. It was everything I wanted it to be.

Note: The sheets on our bed felt like cream. I dug around for the tags and discovered that they were made by The Comphy Co. Guess what I'm asking for for Christmas this year? :)

Last night, we saw Morning Glory. It wasn't the best movie ever, but I did enjoy it. I wanted one last in-theatre movie before bebe arrives. I don't imagine we'll be attending movies in the theatre for quite some time. My popcorn and Coke were delicious and it was a pleasure to watch a movie with no interruptions. I'm telling you, I'm soaking all of this in.

I also indulged in a "me" day yesterday before the movie. I went to Starbucks, I got a pedicure and manicure, I read a book while eating lunch alone, and I did some shopping. By then my feet had swollen so badly that I had to call it a day. It was lovely, enjoying the pleasure of my own company.

We don't have any plans for this evening, but we do plan to attend a couple's game night on Saturday. Then, my mom comes into town on Sunday.

It is sad to think that these quiet times are soon ending. But I am positive that it will all be worth it.

November 9, 2010

38 weeks.

Nicole, here's a photo, just for you - taken this afternoon.


38 weeks and counting...

November 8, 2010

the home stretch sucks.

I don't like to complain about being pregnant because I know so many people who either can't get pregnant, have lost babies, or something else that makes my petty complaints seem, well, petty. So I will start this post by apologizing in advance and admitting that yes, I need to get over it. There are far worse things. I know this.

But we are in week 38 now and I just have to say...

I WANT THIS BABY OUT!

Is it really true that the last few weeks are the worst? I keep hearing people say that and I really want to believe it to sort of validate my feelings about the last couple of days.

I feel engorged, heavy, fat, enormous, tired, ugly, anxious, hormonal, nervous, ill-equipped, inconsequential...need I go on? My scale proved to me this morning that I am, indeed, as large as I feel. I don't know why I have gained so much weight in one week (4 pounds). Could it be water-retention? Baby? I have no idea. But it does NOT feel good.

Please tell me all these feelings are natural. I haven't really felt "bad" about being pregnant up until now. I am, quite simply, over it.

And that is all.

November 1, 2010

enter the baby webb online pool!

Just for fun, go here to enter the Baby Webb Online Pool. Winner will receive something amazing...although we don't know what that prize is just yet :)


halloween 2010.

We kept it pretty simple this year and attended a friend's house party. We went as Juno and Bleeker from the movie Juno. It was the easiest costume to put together, although procuring a gold headband and some gold wristbands was downright impossible.

My husband is such a good sport for dressing up with me. I love him.

And yes, I realize I do look like a "freakin' planet" in this photo. Juno wears lots of layers. ;)



Our inspiration: Not too bad for putting this together 2 hours before the party started...



October 25, 2010

inside the God box.

It takes a lot for me to be moved by a particular piece of writing. I have only cried while reading one, maybe two books my entire lifetime. So, when I read this article and felt tears in my eyes, I knew I just had to share.

Take 10 minutes out of your day and read this. You will be glad you did.

on becoming babywise: a review

I finished On Becoming Babywise last night. I can't tell you how excited I am to move on to a completely non-baby-related book now. I'm thinking Wicked is up next since we're seeing the Broadway musical next week!



Anyhow, I liked Babywise. I thought it offered a lot of good tips and I appreciated how it lays out a schedule to follow. However, it contradicts a lot of advice from Happiest Baby on the Block, so what's a gal to do? I guess try both strategies and see what works?!

The only "complaint" or issue I have with Babywise is this: They advocate waking up a sleeping baby in order to nurse if she has gone 5 hours at night without a feeding. That, to me, seems ridiculous. I know I'm no expert, but why would you ever, ever, ever, wake up a sleeping baby? That's like waking up a sleeping lion! Why fix what's not broken? Does anyone have any insight concerning this issue?

I leave you with this: To wake up a baby to nurse at night or not? That is the question.

October 17, 2010

34 weeks.

This was taken right before I headed out for my baby shower yesterday afternoon. The shower was wonderful! I was overwhelmed with how many people showed up to show their support for Baby Girl and me.

We just need a few more items (i.e. one last Babies R Us run, thank God) and I think we are good to go! I am ready to just kick my swollen feet up and wait the rest of this pregnancy out!


October 12, 2010

books, books, and more books!

After yesterday's marathon post, I am not inclined to write a review of each of these books. That just sounds exhausting! But here are the last couple books I've read, with just a few notes on each.


Belly Laughs by Jenny McCarthy was a very light read. I read half of it one night in bed and finished it the following night. Overall, it was enjoyable, but certainly not refined literature. She is often crass in her account (big surprise there) and I question the validity of some things she claims really happened to her during her pregnancy. It was fun, but definitely in the "to be donated" pile.


The Happiest Baby on the Block by Dr. Harvey Karp, unlike McCarthy's book, was very helpful and eye-opening. Husband and I watched a video seminar of Karp's at a parenting/childbirth class we attended. Our jaws dropped when we saw him use the 5 S's to soothe fussy babies. We immediately got our hands on this book (thanks to a dear friend who let me borrow her copy) and consumed every piece of information we could. I am not naive enough to believe that the 5 S's are a cure-all, but what a wealth of knowledge this book is to fall back on! I feel much more secure in knowing I at least have something I can use when Baby is being difficult.


Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin was my Book Club's pick for the month of October. This was the first book I read on our new Kindle 3, which was an experience on its own. About the Kindle: I didn't think I would like it...but I do. There are aspects of a real book that I miss, though. I think I liked reading this book on the Kindle because I do most of my reading at nighttime in bed. The Kindle is so light-weight and with my inability to get comfortable these days, I found the Kindle more maneuverable/easy to hold. It doesn't take the place of paper, though. And I'm not a fan of how expensive downloads are when I am so used to getting my books for free off paperbackswap.com.

Anyway, Three Cups of Tea started out great and I sort of lost interest in it about halfway through. I find it funny that Greg Mortenson is listed as an author because, to me, it seemed like Relin did all the grunt work. It's a good story, but after reading Say You're One of Them, I just am "over" reading about poor, struggling countries and we how we should help. Isn't that awful?

I enjoyed the book and don't regret paying 12 e-dollars for the Kindle download. It's just not the best book I've ever read, that's for sure.



Say You're One of Them by Uwen Akpan is the worst book I've read. Seriously. I HATED THIS BOOK. What's more unfortunate is that I am the one who chose it for September's Book Club! It has rave reviews and was featured on Oprah as one of the best books for 2009. This book is a prime example of how you cannot pick a book based on its cover. The cover causes one to believe that this book is phenomenal, gripping, poignant - a story of hope. Quite the contrary! This book read like the movie Precious, but in Kenya.

It was depressing. By the time I finished this book, I seriously wanted to crawl into a corner and cry. Nothing about this book inspired me; it just made me sad. Tack on that the language was also very difficult to decipher and you've got a recipe for disaster. I TRUDGED through this book only because it was our choice for Book Club...and guess what? I was the ONLY member who read it all the way through. Yes, it's that bad.

I don't know why I don't see what others see in this book. But I don't and I am SO GLAD this one is behind me.

I have now moved on to yet another baby book (see side bar). Husband and I are very passionate about learning all we can before Baby arrives. We've found it frustrating that books and experts often offer conflicting suggestions, but we are taking it all in and processing all the information in order to make the most informed choices for our little one. I suppose that's all one can really do, right? On Becoming Babywise was recommended to us by a friend whose baby was born at 28 weeks. So far, it seems to contradict some of what Happiest Baby on the Block advises, but that's okay. Knowledge is power :)

With that, it is time to do something productive with my day.

October 11, 2010

introducing the third trimester starting lineup!

I am now 34 weeks along. Just that statement alone baffles me. In six short weeks (give or take), our little girl will be here. It's just insanity!

This last trimester has proven to be a doozy so far (and I hear it only gets "better"). I feel like I am carrying around a bowling bowl even though, according to my books, she only weighs about 4.5 pounds. Some days, it feels like I am carrying around a sack of potatoes. Needless to say, there has emerged certain daily "complications" that I have been able to somewhat appease with what I now present to you: The Third Trimester Starting Lineup!

Note: If you are offended by the God-honest truth and Mother Nature, discontinue reading at this point.

The first member of our starting lineup is Prenatal Vitamin. He has proven to be quite stinky over the past 8 or so months, but beneficial for those days where neither vegetable, fruit, nor mineral has entered my mouth. I thank Prenatal Vitamin for giving my baby the nutrients she needs because I know she's not getting any from that big bowl of ice cream...or bag of Cheetos...or pizza...

Prenatal Vitamin appears only at night, before bedtime, because as I mentioned, its smell is quite nauseating and its side effects less than pleasant.


Next on our list of star players is Stool Softener. Who says pregnancy ain't sexy? My doctor recommended Colace at one of my first visits. I wasn't having any "troubles down under" until - you guessed it - this third trimester. On a day that felt like I was a.) Passing boulders and b.) Quite convinced that I would give birth to my child on the toilet, I decided it was time to purchase Stool Softener. I started with just one dose a day, but that wasn't cutting it. I asked my doctor at my last visit if too much of this stuff was a bad thing. She said, "Girl, I took it five times a day. You do NOT want hemorrhoids. They're the gift that keeps on giving." With those wise words, I now take Stool Softener when I first wake up, after lunch, at dinnertime, and again before bed. That is JUST now getting the job done. Of all things, I DO NOT want hemorrhoids. Stool softener is a key player on this team, y'all. He might even be the MVP at this point.


Because this baby has seemed huge since its inception (conception?) and because I had back freaking surgery in January (yeah, remember that?!), my back has taken a beating during this last trimester. I went this whole time without any back pain, but alas, it was too good to be true. I now have employed Acetaminophen (also known as Tylenol) to be a starter on my team of daily necessities. I try to limit the amount I take, but find myself dropping at least two of these bad boys on a daily basis. Surprisingly, it works. In fact, I could use some right now...



Next up is Antacid. He usually isn't needed until bedtime. In fact, he usually only makes his appearance in the wee hours of the morning when I wake up from nausea, thinking, "What the hell is in my throat?!" or "Why does my heart feel like it's about to explode?!" Taken quickly, Antacid usually solves the problem. I couple Antacid with propping my pillows upward to help ease the pain of heartburn and indigestion. Of course, this only works for an hour or two as propping pillows upward is killer on my neck. Neck comfort is sacrificed at this point, y'all. Why are there two tablets on top of the bottle, by the way? Those are strategically placed there each night so as not to disturb my peacefully-sleeping husband with the rattlerattlerattle of the bottle. This way, I just reach over in the dark for my tablets, which have been mocking me all night, knowing they are needed despite my protest, and the entire process makes zero sound. I really am too kind, aren't I?



Oh yes, there's more. A few weeks ago, as some of you may remember, my boobs started leaking at night. This was a revelation to me, as I thought that only happened once the baby was on the OUTSIDE of one's person. Apparently, leaky breasts are quite normal at this stage in the game. Again, the sexiness knows no end. Because of this startling revelation, I was forced to employ Nursing Pads. She is a great helper and always there when I need her. At times she is excessive, but failing to not put her in the game yields unfavorable results in the middle of the night/morning when there is, well, you know, all over the place and I have to wash my sheets...yet again. And at $10 a pop, she was an expensive recruit. But she is needed. This is undeniable.



Have I mentioned that this is a DAILY routine?! There's more. Because of my back surgery in January and because my doctor is seriously amazing, I purchased Prenatal Cradle a few months ago at her urging. Best $15 spent all pregnancy. Prenatal Cradle is a very strong elastic belt that is worn below the belly and literally "cradles" the weight, thus relieving back pain. Prenatal Cradle does housework with me, attends photo shoots, Walmart, and all other third-trimester activities that involve much walking and/or standing. Prenatal Cradle is a life-saver and I could kiss my doctor for suggesting I purchase it.



The next players are controversial. I am not sure if their heads are really in the game. They were recruited at the very beginning of this pregnancy, but unfortunately, haven't come through as much as I had hoped. However, I can't afford to forfeit them, either. Because who knows where I would be without them? They have not prevented stretch marks from forming on the sides of my hips (which is an odd place, I think) or on the inside of my thighs. But there is nary a stretch mark on my stomach or leaky boobs, so perhaps they are doing their job, after all? I will keep them on my team until the game is over, but I know that they aren't guaranteed to prevent more from coming. I purchased some Bio Oil this afternoon and will incorporate that, as well. Unfortunately, everything I've read indicates that stretch marks are going to appear no matter what I do...which is just so...encouraging, isn't it? Ah, well. If more appear, then more appear. I guess that's why God invented laser surgery...



The next one is a new player to the team. Gold Bond wasn't introduced until a few days ago. Much needed and much appreciated, Gold Bond helps reduce the certain chafing that has occurred down under. Seamless underwear has also helped. I'm telling you, the millions of ways to feel attractive and womanly whilst pregnant just know no end.


The next three (and final) players are crucial to my overall daily survival. Noodle Pillow helps support my back at night, despite Husband's annoyance that it takes up too much room in our bed. Uhm, get over it.



Toilet Paper is always there for reasons you might not assume - no, it's not because I'm on the toilet all the time. I actually have used rolls and rolls of TP for my nasal congestion. Each day, since about month 4, I have woken up with a bloody/congested nose that actually blocks my airways and causes me to grunt/snore/breathe like a fat kid. Each morning starts off with a hefty blow into Toilet Paper. And then I can breathe again and continue my day. And for Toilet Paper, I am thankful.



Finally, Water is also very vital to my being able to function. If I do not take in enough liquids, I feel very sluggish and dehydrated and downright lousy. I crave ice-cold water with lemon (which is the healthiest craving I've ever had in my life) and it really does my body good.



If you think that was exhausting to read, imagine how exhausting it is to employ! Every. Single. Day.

Despite my starting lineup, this pregnancy has still been pretty easy compared to others' who haven't had it as good. I am thankful that baby is healthy and huge and that there haven't been any major complications.

Six more weeks...six more weeks...I think I can, I think I can...

October 8, 2010

just for you, mv!

A dear friend has requested a boulder belly photo on the blog since she doesn't have a Facebook account. So, here it is! This was taken Thursday, October 7, 2010.

33 weeks!


Note: It's very awkward to hold a heavy camera whilst taking a photo of oneself in the bathroom mirror. There was probably an easier way of doing this...

October 7, 2010

a mover and shaker!

This is just for fun, excuse the silliness of it all.

Please also excuse the hideous print of those pajamas I am wearing (they're Vera Wang, which I thought meant they were cute by default, but really, they're quite ugly). Also pay no mind to Biggest Loser playing in the background...something about heart attacks and whatnot. Haha!

Here's my little mover and shaker. The movements might appear subtle on the video, but they sure don't FEEL subtle in reality. Watch closely.

P.S. This is my favorite part of pregnancy, easily.


October 4, 2010

mama got a new lens!

And she loves it!

Finally, a 50mm is in my possession! It really changes the whole dynamic of a photo shoot...or something. I just love the clarity, depth of field, bokeh, everything. Best $99.99 I've spent in a long time!



October 1, 2010

ain't no rest for the weary.

So...it's 3:35 am and I'm blogging. Why, you ask?

Because between the dog (that I want to kick really badly at this point), a snoring husband, heartburn, a headache that has started coming every night as soon as I turn off the light, and a bedroom that is stifling hot, I am wide awake.

The dog picks and chooses when he wants to let us actually sleep the whole night through. Tonight was not one of those nights.

Husband, bless his heart, has started snoring in the last year or two. It's pretty subtle but enough to wake me out of my sleep. Fortunately, if I ask him really nicely to turn over and lay on his side, he usually does without complaint. Not his fault, but definitely a factor in why I am blogging at 3:38am.

Heartburn has been standard for the last couple months. Nothing a few Tums can't fix. I pop those things like candy these days.

The headache has me baffled, though. I don't have a headache all day. I drink plenty of water. I lay in bed and read and my head feels fine. Then, as soon as I turn off the light and get "comfy," BAM! Headache. It feels like all the blood rushes to my head, really. Perhaps I need a new pillow? My pillow has always been amazing. Why now?! I have tried adding another pillow to sort of prop my head up in order to keep that blood-rushing-to-my-brain feeling at bay, but my neck can only tolerate that position for so long. It's awful! This has been going on every night for the past 3 or 4 nights. What the heck?! Two Tylenols, please.

And the bedroom being warm - well, that's always been the case. The part of the house in which we DON'T sleep is the most cool and comfortable. And of course, it's also the most warm and cozy during the winter. Ugggh.

So, here I am. At 3:42 am, blogging. Not sure if I should go back in the bedroom and give sleep another shot, or if I should attempt sleeping on the guest bedroom futon. Neither option is sure to succeed.

I have always been a pretty terrible sleeper. Every, little sound wakes me up. Before I was pregnant, I often (as in, every night) took some sort of sleep aid, usually melatonin. So this not sleeping thing isn't new. It's just more frequent now and comes with many more "perks."

What's interesting, though, is that last weekend, Husband fell asleep on the couch and the dog stayed outside. I slept alone in our bedroom and wouldn't you know - slept like a baby. I wasn't hot, I didn't get woken up (except to pee) and I woke up feeling refreshed the next morning.

I think I know who the guilty culprits are...maybe THEY should be the ones to sleep on the futon!

The baby wakes me up in the middle of the night sometimes with her kicking. But that doesn't bother me. That's my favorite part about being pregnant. In fact, she's the only one NOT driving me crazy these last few nights!

Ugh. Good night...or is it good morning?!

September 28, 2010

kindle cover.

Once pay day gets here (it really needs to get here, by the way - I still haven't figured out how I am paying for my eyebrow wax this afternoon), I am going to try my hand at making one of these. Or one of these, but with a way cuter fabric.

I tried making one last night without a guide (you know, just using my noggin), and it was a disaster. I guess I am one of those "visual learners" after all.

On a different note, I am enjoying my Kindle Wi-Fi more than I thought I would. Now that I have gotten a bit more used to it, it's actually fun to use! Nothing will change my love for real books, though. It's just not going to happen.

Speaking of books, I have finished two between my last review and now and have started on a third - see the new book on the side bar? Yay!

I'll have those reviews up soon...I hope.

September 24, 2010

the little one's nursery.

It has definitely been a labor of love, but my girl's nursery is finally complete! There are few, very small, ticky things we need to finalize, but if they don't get done, I think I'll live.

Here are a few shots. However, you can see more on Facebook by clicking here.

The view from the door:



View from one of the closets:



And I just love how it looks with the lights off, sun shining in through the window. It's very peaceful.


September 22, 2010

kitchenware, anyone?

Holla if you're interested or know of anyone who might be!

Click here for my craigslist ad.

Here are better pictures of what's up for grabs.






September 19, 2010

my body is not my own.

I can't exercise the way I want to or sleep the way I want to. I can't clean the house without feeling like I just ran a marathon. I have been forced to wear a "prenatal cradle" around the house to keep the weight off of my lower back. I can't wear my engagement ring anymore. I can barely shave my legs.

But I can do this.

Click if you dare.

September 15, 2010

pregnancy brain.

All my posts lately have been about baby stuff and/or pregnancy stuff. I'm sorry! It's just, well, all that's on my mind these days. It's all I do. I am a Type A Planner and everything needs to be just so before she arrives. So, I'm sorry.

With that being said, I thought I would rattle off a few funnies that have happened in the past month or so regarding my "pregnancy brain." As an avid planner (some might say borderline OCD), the absentmindedness that comes with being pregnant is a real point of stress for me...for about 2 seconds...and then I just laugh because it can't be helped.

In the last month or so:
  • I couldn't find my iPhone. I looked high and low. I looked everywhere in the house. I resigned myself to the fact that I probably left it somewhere and Husband would be annoyed that we needed to buy a new one. But wait. I found it...in the pantry...next to the Triscuits. Huh?!
  • We went to Babies R Us with a $150 gift card that we had intentions of using for baby's mattress, diaper changer, and other accessories. I must have said the words "Gift Card" at least 15 times while we were perusing the aisles. "We can get that with the gift card." "The gift card will pay for this!" "Let's put this towards the gift card." You get the idea. We get to the register, the guy scans all my items (which of course, hit just under $150 because, after all, I was going to use the gift card). I pay with my debit card. Huh?!?! Luckily, I was able to just return everything 5 minutes later, buy it all back and yes, pay with my gift card.
  • We went to the movies. I always bring a sweater because I'm an "always bring a sweater" kind of gal. It was a grandpa sweater from Old Navy, which I loved. I left it at the theatre. I will never see it again. Goodbye, grandpa sweater.
  • There was something else. I know that because there were 4 things that stood out as crazy behavior. But, of course, I can't remember what that 4th thing was.

September 14, 2010

Christmas Card Sessions (or otherwise known as I-NEED-FAMILY-PORTRAITS NOW!! Sessions)

Can you believe it’s that time again? Fall is soon approaching and with the wonderful season comes all those fabulous holidays, including Christmas!


In the spirit of the season, Backflip Photography is offering “Christmas Card Sessions” to get you ready for those important family and friends touch-points.


Here are the details:


For $65 (yes, that’s it!) you will receive a one-hour photo session at the location of your choice, 10-12 edited images/different poses on CD, all images taken at the shoot on CD, and a photo release form which will legally allow you to make all the prints you want for those greeting cards!


Sessions must be booked and take place before November 15, 2010 as yours truly is expecting a baby on Thanksgiving Day!


Book now as slots are already filling up fast! You don’t want to miss out on this great deal and definitely don't want to regret not getting those pictures done like you did last year ;)


Please note that the 15% off active military discount does not apply and that other packages are still available during this time.


To book your session, please email Cassandra at backflip_pix@yahoo.com or leave a comment on the Backflip Photography Facebook page.


Happy Fall, y'all!



September 13, 2010

research project: pack n play (UPDATED)

Update: I ask and their Pack n Play didn't come with the bassinet kit. Boo! Oh, how I so wanted a like-new Pack n Play for $20. Back to the drawing board (also known as craigslist). Thanks for the info, everyone! It was much appreciated!

Quick! Mom advice needed!

We want to get a Pack n Play for the baby and Husband's cousin is willing to sell us her like-new Pack n Play for $20! The only problem is I am not sure if it's what we really want, based on this picture.



Does anyone have any thorough Pack n Play knowledge they can impart? I don't want to have to bend down that far to put her to sleep, nor do I want her that low to the ground when she's so brand new! Basically, I want to know if this particular Pack n Play has the parts to make it look and function more like this one:



Can anyone tell if her particular Pack n Play does that? Or is her's just a basic, more "play pen" like model? Do all Pack n Plays have the adjustable bassinet feature?

I'm overwhelmed.

September 10, 2010

adventures in registering.

I hate Babies R Us. I hate that store with the passion of the fires of a thousand hells. Ok, that's probably too much, but I DO NOT LIKE THAT STORE.

To be fair, other Babies R Us stores in other cities in other states might be wonderful. Just not mine.

With that being said, my Mom and I tackled my baby registry yesterday. We set out in good spirits. We sat down at the desk and created the account with one of the representatives. We were advised to save the "infant feeding" section for last because "it can be overwhelming." Fair enough. We got the scanner gun and off we went!

At first, it was fun. A LOT OF FUN! Blankets, sheets, toys, bibs, decor, etc. I am loving this, I thought.

Then it was time for the infant feeding section. Dun dun dun!

By then, two hours had passed and I was getting hungry (which these days translates into "mega cranky"). I stared in awe at the wall of bottles and nipples and suddenly felt very overwhelmed. The following is an account of my thoughts at this point:

Which brand of bottle should I get? Do these things REALLY help reduce colic? Slow nipple? Fast? Medium? Huh?! How much is a breast pump? $300!??! You've got to be kidding me! Why do I need a boppy pillow FOR MY boppy pillow? There are different sizes of pacifiers?! Does my child really need all this?! What about the babies in Africa? They survive just fine without "slow" flowing nipples. All this baby stuff is just a marketing ploy. Why does a breast pump cost $300?!?

I was exhausted! I don't even remember what bottles I scanned or what nipples or anything. I had had enough! We decided it was time to call it quits at Babies R Us and get some lunch. Best decision, ever.

We gave back our scanner gun and got the registry printed out. Other than the "infant feeding" section, it was a success.

We had a lovely lunch at Cracker Barrel (mmm, macaroni and cheese) before heading to Target. We created the account and got the scanner gun. This time, registering was a LOT easier. In fact, it was underwhelming. It only took about 30 minutes (thank God) because our baby section at Target is quite small...and that was a welcome change!

Five hours later, Baby Girl Webb was officially registered. It was a successful day, but I am so glad that is over!

Just so you know, I still hate Babies R Us and I still want to know why a breast pump costs $300.

September 8, 2010

homecoming.

I had the pleasure of taking photos for one of our squadron family member's deployment homecoming. These are always special days full of anticipation, nerves, and pure bliss.

While we were waiting in the lounge for the plane to touch down, a little girl wearing a blue dress and Mary Janes walked up to me and asked if I would watch her "jump two squares at a time" (the floor of the lounge was tiled with alternating black and white squares). I didn't know this little girl from Adam, but I said, "Sure! I'll watch."

The little girl proceeded to clumsily jump over the squares. With much fascination, I exclaimed, "Wow! That's pretty impressive! I know I couldn't jump two squares two at a time!" She grinned from ear to ear.

She then explained to me that her Daddy was coming home today.

I replied, "He is?! That's wonderful! Are you happy to see him?"

She nodded yes and then told me again: "My Daddy's coming home today!"

I smiled and asked, "Who's your Dad?" Foolishly thinking, of course, that she would tell me his name and that I would recognize it and immediately know whose child this was.

She looked at me like I was the strangest person she had ever met before exclaiming, "He's Daddy!"

Of course he is, sweet baby.

She then skipped away and proceeded to jump over more squares.

Here's a straight-out-of-the-camera shot (unedited) from yesterday's homecoming. My favorite part of this shot is his hands. Holding her so tightly! *Sigh. These are the best days.


September 3, 2010

i like the sound of that.

Lately, I find myself perusing this website...a lot.

I know now is not the time to seriously delve into this wild-hair-idea, but someday, maybe.

Cassandra L. Webb, Esq.

I like the sound of that.


 
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