Photo Share...

Peter and I had a mini photo shoot last night...

32 weeks down... 8 to go!

32 weeks I feel, is some sort of milestone.  I'm not sure why or how this idea is in my head, but I can't shake it.  It must mark something.  I read all my updates this morning and nothing states it as such, but for me it's an important day.

I've only got 8 weeks to go before I hit my due date.  Eight weeks to prepare the house, Oreo, Peter, and myself... mentally.  Well that is if he comes on time.  Peter and I think he's going to be early... probably because I'm starting maternity leave a week early and I have all these plans for that week.

Three weeks until my shower... c'mon you really thought it was a surprise? ;)

This little boy continues to keep me calm.  Just when I worry that something 'must' be wrong, I get a jab in my ribcage to remind me he's ok.  He's a little acrobat in there with such little room left all his movements are (still) amazing to me.  How can he switch sides like that?  How can he be on my left one minute then the next minute, I feel a roll and he's nestled back on the right (his favorite spot).

I'm beginning to get impatient.  I can't wait until he's safely curled up in my arms; until he's nestled at my breast; until his big brother Oreo is checking him out and (hopefully) accepting him into our pack; until he's sleeping in his cradle; until I can just spend hours staring at love right in the face.  I have so much love for someone unknown, it's amazing.  Have I used that word enough? =)

To the touchy-feelies...

Dear fellow Starbucks Partner,

While we may work for the same company, in the same building, and you may make my drink or warm my breakfast everyday, I do not know you well enough for you to place your hands on and talk to my belly.

Do it again and pull back a bloody stump.

Thank you.
Sincerely, Adrianne

Why must people feel that its appropriate to touch a woman's pregnant body?  Before I was pregnant I never realized how much of an epidemic this was.  There should be only three people with free rein to my body: Me, Peter and my OB.  All others are by invitation only.  If you ask, I may grant access; but please ask first.

Today was the second time this person (who I don't even know his name) felt it was OK to leave his post behind the bar and grope me.

I wish I could create a PSA to warn people of the dangers of unwanted belly pats.

30 weeks, 1 day...

New aches and pains... my left hip feels out of whack.  Typically if I sleep on it too long, it'll hurt but I'll get immediate relief once I start walking around.  Not today.  Pelvis must be preparing, cause not even my hot shower made it feel better. =(

Weight gain was short lived, back down almost a pound.  I guess I'm destined to stay where I am.  As long as Baby Boy is growing, I don't mind shrinking.  Peter said it looked like I popped again and this morning he said it looks like I'm about to pop.  Geesh, what am I going to look like in 10 weeks??  Peter took some private belly shots of me yesterday.  I didn't think he'd be into taking the pictures, but he loved every minute of it.  He wants to do it again.  This time they won't be "private" and I'll share. ;-)

Blood pressure is ok.  Not great, but I've been slacking on my salt intake, so its as good as can be expected.  Still lower than it was that made me "High Risk", so that's a plus.

Today is my Joey's 1st Birthday!  I can't believe it's been a year already.  I re-read his birth story and I still get choked up.  I can't wait until its my turn and my sister can experience what I did.  One word... Amazing!

Let's Freak Daddy Out...

Dear Baby Boy,

Last night I had Daddy feel my belly where you were nestled and comfy.  I had him start at your cute little hiney, go down your back and finally find your head (resting nicely on Mommy's bladder).  It was cute to see his reaction.  He loved being able to actually feel you but was kinda freaked out. =)  I told him of the countless mornings I wake up thinking I'm crushing you because I feel your little body so hard as I roll over.

I love how you're more than a ball of cells buried deep in my belly and how I can now feel your ribs, spine and cute "little" head of yours.  It's amazing being able to feel the miracle grow inside me.  I'm awe struck every day at your punches, rolls, and jabs.  There's one now!  I love it!!  Keep it up Baby Boy.  Mommy and Daddy want you strong and healthy in November and all this exercising you're doing now will help you play with your big brother Oreo and your cousins Joey and Haley.

Love you!!

29 weeks, 2 days...

Passed my 1-hour Glucose test!!  Whew, that makes me feel great about so many things.

After today, I only have 45 days left at work!  Wow!  Time is flying.

I added some finishing touches to the nursery yesterday...

It's really coming along.

Yesterday I was catching up on the blogs I follow and I was reading one in particular.  It's about a woman who lost her baby at 26 weeks last year and is pregnant again.  Reading all her fears, worries, and cautious excitement, reminded me of the beginning of my pregnancy and some of the worries I still have.  I count kicks and listen on the doppler just to reassure myself that Baby Boy's still here.  While I'm still in amazement and can't imagine our house with a baby in it, I also can't imagine life without this life inside me.  I'm already in love and pray everyday he comes home healthy in November.  I wish I was in the "first pregnancy ignorance is bliss" phase, but I'm past that... this isn't my first pregnancy (boy, I hate that fact).  I know what can go wrong and it scares me.  But I can't let it bring me down.  I try and go through most of the day with hope and positive thinking.