On Thursdays I post from the vault. This post is from February 2009.
I am 32 weeks today. It’s hard to believe I’m so close to meeting my baby girl. Then again, I feel like I have been pregnant forever and cannot believe it’s possible I could get any MORE pregnant. I am huge. Really, huge. I get the pleasure of random people telling me that on a daily basis. “Wow, you look ready to pop!” I may pop the next person who tells me that.
Today I had an ultrasound, for the sole purpose of determining why I am so HUGE. I am measuring big, but the ultrasound revealed there is really nothing remarkable about it. I’m just one of those women who carries large-and-in-charge, and gestates bigger-than-average babies. And uses too many hyphens in one sentence.
I was having a lot of anxiety about this ultrasound. Okay, who am I kidding, I have a lot of anxiety about every doctor’s appointments in regards to my pregnancy. I think I have a little pregnancy PTSD. I mean, I’ve had a lot of pregnancies, and a majority of them ended with a doctor’s appointment where I’m told that the pregnancy is over. So it’s sometimes hard to shake this fear of mine that at each appointment, a doctor will deliver some devastating bad news about my baby. I woke up this morning with a sense of dread, as I do pretty much any time I go to the doctor’s. That was also coupled with my daily “normal but annoying” pregnancy symptoms of heart palpitations, gastrointestinal issues, trouble catching my breath, and sinus pressure that fogs my entire head. I was kind of a mess by the time they called me back for my appointment. The doctor measured the baby, and then told me she was breach, but to calm my fears, decided to illustrate that the baby could be easily moved at this stage of pregnancy. So he pressed down on my giant uterus with the wand, which in fact does make the baby move positions. Then he proceeds to tell me that sometimes, when he does that, it causes women to pass out from lying on their back and something about blood circulation and pressure and . . .
Can you guess what happens now?
I can’t say I completely lost consciousness, but I did break out into that clammy, sweaty “I’m seeing stars” coma feeling. I had to ask for a puke bucket, and lay on my side for a few minutes, while Mark fanned me with a pregnancy magazine and India continually shouted “Mommy! Wake up! Wake UP, Mommy!” (This wasn’t in a concerned for mom, neti-pot way, mind you. More in a bossy, “your nap is annoying me” kind of tone). And then I started to finally feel better, and felt it was my duty to show my doctor how funny I found the whole thing, and how casual and not-a-freak I am about it, and that this incident was purely due to a funny physiological phenomenon and certainly NOT because of my irrational, crippling anxiety. I’m sure I convinced him.
Anyways, all that drama to determine, baby is fine, Mommy is a wee bit crazy.
Even though I am so ready to be “not pregnant”, I still go into shock a little bit realizing that the end result of all this discomfort and psychological paranoia is going to be an actual new baby. Getting to visit my new niece in the hospital, I kept thinking how I couldn’t believe that would be me in a matter of weeks. I also finally pulled out all of the newborn clothes I kept from India, and hanging them up made me a little emotional, thinking of a new little girl wearing all of those clothes and sleeping in the crib and being here to love.
Every Wednesday I feature a child recently highlighted by a local Wednesday’s Child newscast to share the stories of children from around the country who are waiting for a family. My hope is that this can broaden exposure for the children highlighted, but also serve as a reminder that these children represent thousands of children currently in the foster-care system. Perhaps their stories will inspire you to consider opening your home to a child needing a family. For more information and to learn about other waiting children, visit AdoptUsKids.
I’m huge fan of Stitch Fix. I’ve used them for over 5 years and at this point, a majority of my wardrobe is comprised of Stitch Fix clothes. They truly have the best jeans. Every pair fits right out of the box. If I went to Nordstrom’s, I would probably drag 12 pair into the dressing room just to find one pair that fit, but Stitch Fix has some kind of wizardry magic happening. I have a ton of cute tops and dresses from them as well.
My girls have watched me open Stitch Fix boxes for years and so they were thrilled when they found out they now have an option for kids. I signed them up right away, because my experience has been so positive. Both of them went through the online quiz and outlined their personal style.India, because India is always extra, also created a Pinterest board to give her stylist more guidance. From there, a stylist gets to know them and had-selects 8-12 items based on style, size, and budget.
I’m here to report that it has been a huge success. They somehow manage to totally nail each of their individual styles. India likes to dress a bit older than her age. She likes trendy tops, cute dresses, and jeans. Here are some of her outfits:
India loves Stitch Fix Kids so much that at the beginning of the school year, her first week of back-to-school outfit picks were exclusively Stitch Fix. Karis is a fan of glitter, unicorns, and message tees. You can see how different her clothes are from her sister’s, but her stylist manages to give her exactly what she wants.
I love Stitch Fix Kids because they make it so convenient for me as a busy mom. Someone else is picking things out, the boxes are sent to the house where the girls can try things on, and then we can send back the rest in a pre-paid envelope from our mailbox.
If you’d like to try Stitch Fix Kids, use this link to get $25 for any new parent account that schedules a kids’ first fix!
Aileen wrote a viral post about the surprises your body has in store in your 40’s, and we are talking about it. We also discuss Kristen’s insomnia, Sarah’s live music bender, and the best essential oil sprays for a better mood.
On Thursdays I post from the vault. This post is from February 2009.
The other night Mark and I had a “date night” with Jafta. It was really cute. India spent the night with Grandma and Grandpa to get a little quality time in, and she went to a Gymboree class with cousin Tanner in the morning. So we knew we needed to frame it as a special night for Jafta. He was SO excited. In fact, he must have asked me 20 times what time our date night started, just to confirm it was really happening. He LOVES getting our undivided attention, and feeling like he is being let in on mommy and daddy’s secret dating world.
So we went to Wahoo’s, then Target (where he got to walk instead of ride in the cart) and then to frozen yogurt. He came home and we had another new treat: I had taped an episode of “America’s Funniest Home Videos”. Now this is not the typical tv fare that is on my DVR, but I had heard from a friend that her preschool-aged kids loved watching this show as a family. I had this fond memory of watching Dick Clark’s TV’s Bloopers and Practical Jokes with my own family. My sisters and I would look forward to it all week, and just laugh and laugh together. I envisioned this being the case with my four-year-old.
I should add that we are a fairly stingy family in terms of tv watching. I think Jafta has seen a total of four differen children’s series before, most of them on PBS or Noggin. Don’t get me wrong, he watches a little every day. But the selection is limited. So to watch a “grown up” show was quite a stretch.
At the end of the evening, we told him we had a surprise and cuddled up on the couch together. I told him we had a very funny new show we could watch together. Only, instead of laughing hysterically, Jafta found the entire show to be a big exercise in stress management. He was deeply concerned for every groin kicked and every head bonked. He was devastated by the dad who fell off a sled. He asked “Are they okay? What happened to them?” about every person who tripped and fell. He seemed completely freaked out by the dogs who tugged on their owners pants, or knocked over a table full of food. He found the show to be completely humorless and utterly disturbing in every way.
I love my son so much, and this little quirk was somehow so stinking cute. He is such an empathetic little guy. He was completely unwilling to sit back and laugh at other people’s expense (this is not something he learned from me). What a sensitive little soul. So a few minutes in, we turned it off, and let him process a bit about all those poor people who kept falling down and hurting themselves, and what a strange and cruel world we live in. And then we decided we’d stick to watching musicals for our family tv night.