April Fools us all

Well, Tomorrow is April.


I think I've been working off the assumption that time would stop until I felt comfortable enough to allow it to progress.
This is not the case.

Tomorrow, April begins. And On Saturday, our sweet baby girl will officially be here in THREE MONTHS.

And if you're doing your math, on Sunday, that means that the countdown to Layliana Audrea Rugg will look something like, "2 months, 29 days"

NO. No No No No No nononono... NO. HAAAIIILLL NAW.

About a month-- Nah, who am I kidding? I have no grasp of time anymore -- A while ago, I wrote about how I could look out over the valley that our office overlooks, and everything was dead. No color in the sky, no green in the grass, everything was waiting for beautiful weather and spring.

Umm... Well? The grass is a beautiful, perfect shade of green right now. The bushes are starting to sprout have sprouted leaves. And the weather? Well, despite being a wee bit windy, is definitely beautiful and perfect. When did this all happen? I thought it was still February something. That's when I told time to stop, And it didn't, and WHAT THE HELL.

I am going to write a letter to my congress-people. This is an OUTRAGE!

But, there is good news in the horizon of ever progressing dates and the ever-diminishing amount of time until I have a FREKIGNASING Baby: Tomorrow, they're supposedly going to start the revamping of our new house. Meaning we are thatmuch closer to being able to move in. And to when I can start the nesting phase that I am OH SO ready to start.

Which also means, moving. Which is decidedly less exciting than NURSERY. WITH PINKS AND FLUFF-LES AND CUTENESS.

But, today? Even the thought of moving sometime really soon couldn't get me down.

I got so much sleep last night. And it felt OH-SO-GOOD. I woke up in the best mood. (Which is nice, since I have been a horrible person for the better portion of 5 days now.)
And then I walked outside, and that didn't help, cuz it's just so damn beautiful outside. What, with the perfect freaking weather, and all.

And this VIEW. I'm telling you, it's awesome. To have that as the back-drop to work. I mean, damn. I don't have this good of a view AT HOME.

This weather, coupled with my insatiably good mood, has me all excited to start exercising. Nothing too strenuous, just walking everyday. The last Prenatal appointment has me all self-conscious about my weight. And I know I shouldn't be, the fact that I'm growing a human being should be enough to kick that, "I'M SO FAT" pregnancy mentality. Alas, it isn't.

I've trimmed down the amount of snacks I eat a day. I will eat 3-4 meals, and then a snack in between them. Usually... Yesterday, I had a handful of almonds and a cereal bar after lunch. (Before, I was eating A LOT. A lot of snacks too. Unhealthy ones, at that. Little Debbies, and sugary snacks out the WAZOO.)

I'm hoping that will be enough to tone down my weight gain. And I won't have to stop eating those things I love so much. Like desserts. And pasta. And macaroni and cheese.
Cuz then? It just wouldn't be worth it to go on.

I rock! (What? Too cheesy??)

Every night, at least since I've gotten my new job, Ed comes home. Ed wakes me up. Depending on how much sleep I've gotten and how tired I am, we spend anywhere from a few minutes to an hour or so talking and loving and generally enjoying each other's company.

The night before last, as I stated in my last post, he came home, and Boy! She started going crazy! I didn't know it was because of him at first, I thought it could have been for any number of reasons. Me moving, us making noise, anything.
And then he left the room, and I moved around and tried to get comfy again. She quieted down. I sat up, played and talked with the cat a minute, and nothing.

So, I finally got up and went into the study where Ed was and told him... Your daughter? Just totally jumped for joy when you came home. She loves you.

Well, last night, we were spending time together, and she woke up. Again, I can never tell for what reason she wakes up, but never-the-less. We were in bed, falling asleep (back asleep, for me) and she was kicking like it was time to wake up.
I was sleepy, I wasn't ready to get up, or more importantly, to stop cuddling, so I devised a plan.

I started rocking my leg back and forth. Ed does this to fall sleep after he's been woken up, and surprisingly, it's really relaxing and sends both of us back to sleep.

I did this, and she stopped. So, I stopped.

Haha! New mom mistake. She was back to kicking and squirming within seconds.

So, I tried it again. This time for longer. When one leg gave out, I rocked the other one.

And whaddya know? She fell back asleep! And has been that way ever since.

That was a really cool feeling. To have an effect like that on my child who isn't even born yet!

I rocked my baby back to sleep for the first time! (And myself. Hehe. And I slept gooood, too!)

So much in love...

I am flooded with good and warm thoughts this morning...

I am so completely lucky. And so completely in love...

This girl... This beautiful girl who has my heart already in her teeny little hand.

This beautiful, amazing girl who kicks me when I'm hungry, who jumped around last night when daddy finally came home. Who already loves her daddy so, so much.
Who makes can make me laugh already. She tickles my ribs, and even reminds me to pee sometimes.

This little girl who dances in my belly whenever music is played.

She's is already so much a huge joy in my life... Already a source of happiness and love.

I dream about her almost every night. I dream happy dreams, about when she's here. About staring into her eyes as she stares into mine as she's eating.

We've got such a journey ahead of us. Complete with bodily fluids being spewed, and having to laundry once a day. Complete with kisses and snuggles and pure, unsurpassed love.

Then there is her daddy...
My one and only. The love of my life...

He has been so much to me. He's my strength when I have none. He's my comfort when I need it. He gives the best hugs and cuddles, and is the sexiest man alive.
And, to make it better, he loves me Oh, so much. We have a mutual understanding that what we have? There is nothing better.

He's the other side of my coin. He makes me make sense. He calms me down when I get too irrational. He makes me laugh when I'm crying, and loves to see me smile.

I love waking up next to him, I love carrying his child. I love the family we're about to have.

I love him. With every fiber of my being. With everything that I am, I love him.


I know this was ewwie and gooey. I realize that. But when you're as lucky as I am? You don't pass up a chance to grab it and cherish it for all that it is. Knowing that you'll never let it go...

Week 25 Prenatal appointment - The one in which I got called fat.

Yesterday was the glucose screening test for Layliana and I.

We got through it alright. The not eating for so long, and then the buttload of sugar pumped into my system at once gave me a splitting headache. And once I got to a certain stage of hunger, she stopped kicking for a while. She was hungry too.
But, overall, was definitely not as bad as I expected. The waiting the entire hour was the worst.

My iron's looking good, and I'm measuring on the bigger side of normal. Not big enough to be considered big, still completely normal here. (Say, I'm 25 weeks along, therefore am supposed to measure 23cm-27cm, I am measuring 27.)

I have one more appointment with my nurse practitioner that I've been seeing this entire time. One more.

This is very sad for me. She is a sweetheart, and I have really grown to like her.

I'm really sad I'm going to have to switch to another doctor. A MALE doctor. *GASP*

Doctor P-something-I-can't-remember at Mercy.

To be honest, this makes me nervous! I've never had a male doctor. Ed seems just fine with it, and I have friends that tell me that everything is going to be alright, but maaan. I'm just nervous.

I'm going to see this man just as much as I ever saw Hope, due to the fact that I'll be seeing him more often. I hope he's good. I hope he's not mean. I hope I like him and I trust him with my baby.

I gained 8 pounds since my last check up. That's more than 2 lbs a week. Making my total weight gain so far 20 lbs. (I really think it's more like 18, but whatever. I won't split hairs with my doctor.)

This was shocking to me, in that seeing that huge number that's never graced a scale that I have ever stepped on was utterly shocking. Just... Wow. Holy Crap. I weigh a lot. Granted, I'm growing a baby, but DAMN.

It was also not-so-shocking. Let's just say I've cut out donuts from my morning ritual.
(They were starting to know my name! And which days to expect me!) I'm going to be indulging in more healthy options, and not so cheesy ones.
Which is a pretty weird feeling. I've always been able to eat however I feel like, now I have to watch what I eat?


Anyway...
The countdown is dwindling down ever so slightly. 102 days left.

In about a week and a half, we'll be sitting at 3 months 'til her debut. I will call it her 'Debut', because I have a feeling that this little girl inside of me is going to make one hell of an appearance.

(Momma loves you, little girl. Oh, so much.)

Glucose Torture Test

Today. Ahh...

Today is going to be a day among days.

You know how I will know if my boyfriend really wants to spend the rest of his life with me? If, by the end of the day, he and I still 1.) Live in the same house. 2.) Love each other just as unconditionally as we do right now. And 3.) Actually survive the remainder of the day.

It's going to be difficult.

He stayed up all night, which wasn't too much of a stretch for him, just so he could make me breakfast.

And then, at lunch, before he's able to get a full 8 hours, I have to go home and wake him up again.

He's a trooper. Seriously.

Did I mention how amazing that man is?

But it's not going to be difficult because of his level of exhaustion.

It's allll going to be me.

First, I got 5 hours of sleep last night.

And I get cranky when I'm tired. Especially being preggo.


Oh, and did I mention that I have a Glucose Screening Test today. They said I could eat a breakfast with little to no sugar this morning, but that I shouldn't eat afterwards.

And, yes... You guess it. I get cranky when I'm hungry too.

Gah, I'm going to be a raving, horrible bitch for a while.

And this is all from my doctor.

They hate pregnant women, don't they?