Monday, November 22, 2010
32 Weeks & Optimal Fetal Positioning
Tomorrow we will be 32 weeks pregnant! We had a check-up today and everything looks great. I have gained 5 lbs this last month, which puts me up to 15 lbs gained total so that is good, and I am measuring right at 32 weeks now! The baby's heart rate was 150. Also, the midwife thinks he/she is already head down. She wasn't 100% sure, but said our next appointment she would be able to tell 100%. That is really good news as a breech position would risk us out of the birth center and we would then be referred to a hospital, which we really don't want. Actually if the baby is not head down by 36 weeks we risk out. It's been pretty cool learning about optimal fetal positioning. Optimal fetal positioning is a theory that a mother's movements and positions influence how the baby lays later in pregnancy. We want the baby to be head down with his back on one side of my stomach. This position makes labor shorter and easier. And when you are planning any childbirth, especially a natural childbirth you want that right? So, we have been doing a lot of exercises to help move this baby in the correct position. Lots of squatting, pelvic rocks, and sitting "criss-cross" on the floor instead of sitting on the couch. Of course I never seem to get the recommended amount of exercises in, but I've been trying. It's just been really cool learning about all these things that we can do to help us not only have a healthy baby, but also a healthier birth. For more information on optimal fetal positioning you can visit www.spinningbabies.com
Sunday, November 21, 2010
The Leave Behind
Every year, as I take stock of the upcoming year, there are a couple days I look forward to the most. The normal holidays, snow days, and season openers usually make their way to the top of that list, but one I always look forward to is Pre-Thanks Thanksgiving.
When Anna duped me into marrying her (also, impregnating her) one of the greatest things that she brought to the table was the idea that it's kinda sucktown that you don't get to enjoy the best meal of the year without your friends. Also, with friends you tend to consume adult beverages in heavier quantities, which either leads to more fun, or more fights. I can't be sure which happens more often because honestly, I don't remember.
Last night was our third annual Pre-Thanks Thanksgiving and it was a blast as usual.
Kendall rocked the turkey (which is the only meat that makes itself into our house every year). I can also fully testify to the effects of triptophan since my dogs haven't moved for 3 hours after I gave them the turkey Kendall forgot to take with him as a treat.
The sides (always my favorite, and actually the only thing I eat these days) were well above average. You really can't go wrong with cornbread, green bean casserole, heart attack mashed potatoes, or homemade cranberry sauce.
You'll notice that what wasn't included in the side dishes was sweet potatoes, which somehow ended up on fire (broiler + marshmallows + less than an inch from broiler).
Anna even baked 2 apple pies, which unfortunately no one ate since we were so full.
As our guests trickled out, an event occurred, a happening that I need advice about. I am forced to turn to the readers of this blog (my mom) for further evaluation.
You know how early in the dating stage the ladies tend to "forget" that they left something at your house...ensuring a rendezvous? I know you've witnessed that random hair tie that was in the drawer in your bathroom that you haven't opened for 3 years, or the hoody that was behind your washing machine (it was probably your hoody but you can't remember letting her borrow it, plus, it smells like perfume).
In my possession is a kids toy. I'm pretty sure I know who brought this toy since there was only one kid at Pre-Thanks Thanksgiving.
In my mind, there are only 2 reasons why I would be in possession of this toy.
A) The parents of the kid would like to hang out more in the future. They communicated this to us by leaving the toy behind. This guarantees a future retrieval of the toy, and incidental hanging out.
B) The toy was in the middle of the table, surrounded by so many beer bottles that no one could see it. Also, even if it would have been within eye sight, their hands were so full with the kid (and the apple pie we made them take) that it missed the cut.
No one would ever accuse me of optimism, but based on my interactions with the husband, I feel like I've got some pretty sound evidence that A) is the answer. Think on this.
Other things to consider before you make your decision.
1) If they see us again they'll be forced to see my Forest Gump hair cut that Anna made me get.
2) The Verdi would be guzzled in record breaking fashion by the men, as the women discussed world events.
3) We'd force them into taking home another apple pie.
Me...I'm taking A).
Other pics from the night
When Anna duped me into marrying her (also, impregnating her) one of the greatest things that she brought to the table was the idea that it's kinda sucktown that you don't get to enjoy the best meal of the year without your friends. Also, with friends you tend to consume adult beverages in heavier quantities, which either leads to more fun, or more fights. I can't be sure which happens more often because honestly, I don't remember.
Last night was our third annual Pre-Thanks Thanksgiving and it was a blast as usual.
Kendall rocked the turkey (which is the only meat that makes itself into our house every year). I can also fully testify to the effects of triptophan since my dogs haven't moved for 3 hours after I gave them the turkey Kendall forgot to take with him as a treat.
The sides (always my favorite, and actually the only thing I eat these days) were well above average. You really can't go wrong with cornbread, green bean casserole, heart attack mashed potatoes, or homemade cranberry sauce.
You'll notice that what wasn't included in the side dishes was sweet potatoes, which somehow ended up on fire (broiler + marshmallows + less than an inch from broiler).
As our guests trickled out, an event occurred, a happening that I need advice about. I am forced to turn to the readers of this blog (my mom) for further evaluation.
You know how early in the dating stage the ladies tend to "forget" that they left something at your house...ensuring a rendezvous? I know you've witnessed that random hair tie that was in the drawer in your bathroom that you haven't opened for 3 years, or the hoody that was behind your washing machine (it was probably your hoody but you can't remember letting her borrow it, plus, it smells like perfume).
In my possession is a kids toy. I'm pretty sure I know who brought this toy since there was only one kid at Pre-Thanks Thanksgiving.
In my mind, there are only 2 reasons why I would be in possession of this toy.
A) The parents of the kid would like to hang out more in the future. They communicated this to us by leaving the toy behind. This guarantees a future retrieval of the toy, and incidental hanging out.
B) The toy was in the middle of the table, surrounded by so many beer bottles that no one could see it. Also, even if it would have been within eye sight, their hands were so full with the kid (and the apple pie we made them take) that it missed the cut.
No one would ever accuse me of optimism, but based on my interactions with the husband, I feel like I've got some pretty sound evidence that A) is the answer. Think on this.
- I always laugh at his jokes. Not because I'm being nice, but because they're funny.
- He laughs at mine. (I think they're funny, but I find myself laughing a lot when no one else is).
- One time I was speaking to the greatness of Journey and out of the corner of my eye I saw him nodding.
- He told me he wouldn't be mad if I said his kid wasn't cute. This is a non-issue since their kid is actually wicked cute. Seriously. I'm going to sign the petition "Ugly Kids Parents Against the Parents of Cute Kids".
- One time I was talking about how much I dislike France, and I saw him twitch (I think in anger). Without even having to speak I knew that he knew that the French were responsible for:
- Communism
- The word "Bro-Mance"
- Racism
- Manicures/Pedicures
- Nuclear weapons
- France
- Multiple people have told me that if we switched lives our wives wouldn't notice (except the whole thing that I'm "big boned").
- He introduced me to my favorite beverage. In a moment of panic (people wanted to know what we were drinking) we told them that it was water. It wasn't water. It was Verdi.
- My BFF (Best Friend Forever) (Seriously...Forever) was rattled thinking he was about to be replaced.
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| Wild Turkey = Gobble Gobble = Throw up Face |
Other things to consider before you make your decision.
1) If they see us again they'll be forced to see my Forest Gump hair cut that Anna made me get.
2) The Verdi would be guzzled in record breaking fashion by the men, as the women discussed world events.
3) We'd force them into taking home another apple pie.
Me...I'm taking A).
Other pics from the night
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Fuel
We're over 30 weeks now, and it's awesome, but there's one thing that has been happening lately that makes me more excited than anything.
Previously, I was convinced that my soon to be bad azzy kid hated my guts. It was kind of hard to deal with since I haven't even had to punish him/her yet, or tell him/her that his emo girlfriend/boyfriend was ugly.
The child would be sitting there (in the womb) partying and letting Anna know it, but the second I would put my hand on her belly the child would quit moving.
You know how little kids shut their eyes when they are getting in trouble, thinking that if they can't see the punisher, the punisher can't see them? That's exactly how I felt with the kid, almost like he/she was thinking that if I never felt movement, I'd be convinced there wasn't anything in there.
Well either the kid ran out of room (more likely), or decided it was time to get into my good graces (less likely), but every time I touch my sexy wife's belly it's like a Metallica concert.
I'm not even kidding. The movements are so hardcore that I either laugh out loud, or worry for the innards of my woman!
The only thing I can picture is my kid headbanging in there Metallica style.
Give me fuel
Give me fire
Give me that which I desire
Whoo!
Previously, I was convinced that my soon to be bad azzy kid hated my guts. It was kind of hard to deal with since I haven't even had to punish him/her yet, or tell him/her that his emo girlfriend/boyfriend was ugly.
The child would be sitting there (in the womb) partying and letting Anna know it, but the second I would put my hand on her belly the child would quit moving.
You know how little kids shut their eyes when they are getting in trouble, thinking that if they can't see the punisher, the punisher can't see them? That's exactly how I felt with the kid, almost like he/she was thinking that if I never felt movement, I'd be convinced there wasn't anything in there.
Well either the kid ran out of room (more likely), or decided it was time to get into my good graces (less likely), but every time I touch my sexy wife's belly it's like a Metallica concert.
I'm not even kidding. The movements are so hardcore that I either laugh out loud, or worry for the innards of my woman!
The only thing I can picture is my kid headbanging in there Metallica style.
Give me fuel
Give me fire
Give me that which I desire
Whoo!
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Baby Shower
Last weekend my mom and sister threw me a baby shower in Montana. It was very nice to celebrate with my family members and welcome baby Decker. I got lots of goodies and my mom and sister made it so special. Here are some pics!
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Happy Halloween!!!
I love Halloween! It is by far one of my favorite holidays...well I guess I really love them all. Tyler surprised me with a pumpkin to carve when he picked me up from the airport, which to a very hormonal pregnant woman was enough to make me cry. Yep, it was embarrassing but I cried. I cried because he bought a pumpkin and he loves me. Yep, it's embarrassing that I'm even writing this. So, we dressed up the dogs (I dressed up the dogs), we carved a pumpkin with an amazingly huge mouth, and now we are roasting pumpkin seeds. Maybe the dogs will be spared next year when I have a baby to dress up, but I really doubt it. It was also fun to see the kids in their Halloween costumes. I wish I could have stayed for trick-or-treating, but it will be time to go back to work tomorrow.
MaKenna as a southern belle.
Mashaela is Cleopatra with her friend Bobby Jo
Isaiah is Yoda without a mask. He is not super happy about wearing a costume.
Cyrus as you know who....
My first attempt.....
Tyler "fixing" my pumpkin
I'm almost as big as a pumpkin!!
Trixie is a pig with a tutu
MaKenna as a southern belle. 
Mashaela is Cleopatra with her friend Bobby Jo
Isaiah is Yoda without a mask. He is not super happy about wearing a costume.
Cyrus as you know who....
My first attempt.....
Tyler "fixing" my pumpkin
I'm almost as big as a pumpkin!!
Trixie is a pig with a tutu
Happy Halloween!!
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
28 Weeks...
We are 28 weeks pregnant! We had our 28 week check up yesterday and it went great. I have gained a whole wopping 10 lbs but I'm measuring 27 inches so that's perfect. The baby's heart rate was 150.
We have been stocking up on cloth diapers and I should have enough for the newborn stage.
The crib is all set up and we got a dresser yesterday.
So, really we just need a baby now, but I am definitely ok waiting another 12 or 13 or 14 weeks. However much time this baby needs.
I have pictures of the baby room and my exciting cloth diaper stash. I can't help but show it off they are so darn cute, but I'm spending the rest of the week in Montana so pictures will have to come later.
Interesting fact I learned today: all I need to do is push and the baby will come out of my ho ha. I learned that from a 4 year old.
Also...HAPPY BIRTHDAY KRISTIN :) We had fun celebrating in the mountains last weekend and will have to post some pictures of that soon too!
We have been stocking up on cloth diapers and I should have enough for the newborn stage.
The crib is all set up and we got a dresser yesterday.
So, really we just need a baby now, but I am definitely ok waiting another 12 or 13 or 14 weeks. However much time this baby needs.
I have pictures of the baby room and my exciting cloth diaper stash. I can't help but show it off they are so darn cute, but I'm spending the rest of the week in Montana so pictures will have to come later.
Interesting fact I learned today: all I need to do is push and the baby will come out of my ho ha. I learned that from a 4 year old.
Also...HAPPY BIRTHDAY KRISTIN :) We had fun celebrating in the mountains last weekend and will have to post some pictures of that soon too!
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Baby Room...Chair Rail
We have the chair rail up! Doesn't it look like the room of a kid that will...
1 Destroy Ivan Drago pre fight. The second that commie looked at my kids face...his knees quivered and came together. Then the mat looked kinda yellow and you realized that dude just peed himself.
2) Come out of the womb speaking, diaper trained, and kicking the azzy's of those that don't signal a left hand turn.
3) Tattoo the words "I'm better than you" on their face. Then...when you come to confront the parents to figure out why their baby's face was already tattooed, you find out that the baby already made the tattoo disappear...with it's mind!
P.S...sorry my voice is so lame slash creepy.
1 Destroy Ivan Drago pre fight. The second that commie looked at my kids face...his knees quivered and came together. Then the mat looked kinda yellow and you realized that dude just peed himself.
2) Come out of the womb speaking, diaper trained, and kicking the azzy's of those that don't signal a left hand turn.
3) Tattoo the words "I'm better than you" on their face. Then...when you come to confront the parents to figure out why their baby's face was already tattooed, you find out that the baby already made the tattoo disappear...with it's mind!
P.S...sorry my voice is so lame slash creepy.
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