Election Day, A Shower, and a Nursery

Today is election day and on my way to the polls I realized who I vote for will set up the first four years of the Raptor’s life. Kind of a really neat thought.

So third trimester…it stinks. Bad. I mean, I’ve tried really hard to maintain a positive outlook on the pregnancy and take things as they come, but OHMYGOODNESSMYBACKHURTS and HOLDONIHAVETOPEE. Really, I need to know how one pees so much. Where does it come from??? Besides the back pain, and the peeing, and the sciatic nerve issues, and the not sleeping (or sleeping too much) bit, it’s going really well! Way better than I thought it would. And as of today, we are (approximately) 23 days away.

Over the weekend, ladies from my church threw Mr. Lulu and I a baby shower. It was absolutely sweet as pie. I have always felt loved at St. Andrews but there is something wonderful about knowing you are surrounded with comfort and love and grace by others in your community. The Raptor was again spoiled with hats and toys and books and everything she needs to start out her life. I don’t have photos yet, but when I get them, I will post them. I know that no matter how I say thank you, it will never fully express my gratitude towards these ladies (and the church all together). And I have a whole roster of baby sisters and mama’s helpers!!! That’s a great gift in itself!

We’re just waiting now for the Raptor. I’ve started my third trimester nesting HARD, both at the house and the office and I’ve been running around like a mad-woman trying to clean up all the loose ends. I’ve also been told I “look like she’s dropping” but who knows. I go to the doctor again tomorrow, so maybe we’ll have an idea of what’s going on. I know, as of last week, she was just under 6 pounds. She was breech but flipped again, so who knows. She’s definitely opinionated and shares her frustrations when she has the hiccups. Not only do I get the rhythmic bounce from her spasms, but she flails her arms and legs if the hiccups don’t stop in a timely fashion.

Her nest nursery is all finished. I’m pleased with it. I really am. Here are photos for you to see! You know, before toys are thrown everywhere and she has drawn on the walls with permanent marker. Honestly though, Mr. Lulu and I are expecting her to walk out of me with a pair of Doc Maartens on, go in her room and hang anarchy posters. It’s just kinda how I see her.

 

 

Anyways, while it’s still sweet and pretty and put together…She has a decent size room, I love the purple. We still have to hang the blinds but we’ll get that done before she comes. Other than that, I think we just wait!

Comfy chair and bookshelf

Crib, mobile, and wall decal. Of course there’s a twilight turtle and her crib quilt!

Dresser & changing station. Though it’s my baby, she won’t poop.

Close up of bookshelf, shoes, Glitzy the Piggy Bank and her little lamb!

Over the door towel rack for her blankets

Close up of mobile-slash-hanging garden. These are real plants in the glass balls.

Closet and his & hers diaper bags

 

A really gushy catch up (no my water didn’t break)

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. So all I did was post photos of the shower with no shower commentary.

OH MY GOODNESS IT WAS THE BEST TIME EVER! No really, my sister threw us such a pretty shower filled with cherry blossoms to match her nursery and everthing was wonderful. We had friends come from near and far (I think Sue & Missy won as “who travelled furthest” but we had friends come from Georgia, North Carolina, New York, Illinois, and Indiana.)

It’s been extremely emotional for me to see how many people are supporting Mr. Lulu and I as we prepare for the Raptor’s hatching. It’s one of those things where you just say “oh my goodness, how are we so loved!” but we’ll take it! Absolutely. I couldn’t believe the outpouring of love and support One thing my sister did was create a “wishing tree” with cherry blossoms for people to write us or the Raptor wishes. I cried when I sat down and read them. We have the absolute sweetest friends ever. I use these gushy adjectives beause I cannot find better ones to use. My heart swells when I think of the love shared with us (cue emotional pregnant Lulu).

Mr. Lulu and I are incredibly indebted to Missy for her help after the shower. She helped organize, put things away, take things out of boxes…just moving baby gifts upstairs was a feat!

I was so sad to see everyone go, though. I wasn’t ready for people to leave, either after the shower, at the after party, or two days later when those that were left travelled home. It just made me sad, but I’m sure the next time I will see many of them, we’ll have the Raptor with us, in all her glory.

Speaking of, she’s magnificent. I say that because she measured four weeks ago at 4 1/2 pounds. We had another ultrasound and got to see her, this time getting a 3D photo of her. I have to admit, she’s darling. She’s also a world class flip flopper, tap dancer, and wiggle worm.

I go back to the doctor on Wednesday for a check up, but Mr. Lulu and I have questions about her size and her hatching, so we’ll see what the doc says. I’m so excited though. I can’t believe we have about six weeks left before we get to meet her.

I admit though, it’s getting difficult to move around. I’m exhausted and don’t have as much oomph to get out of the bed or chair as I used to. There’s not a whole lot of spring in this step!

And before I end this post, I do want to say that I had a fabulous weekend this past weekend with Mr. Lulu. We celebrated our 10th anniversary on Friday and I am not sure there is a better way to capstone a 10th anniversary than with the Raptor coming. And there is no one else I’d rather have spent the last ten years married to. Mr. Lulu is an awesome guy. He’s put up with A LOT (especially these last few months) and when I see him, I melt. 🙂

K, enough with the gushiness…

32 weeks

Wow! OK, so I’ve made it to 32 weeks! So much has been happening and yet nothing at all has been happening!

Since my last post, I turned another year older. Yup, I hit the big 33. Half way to 66, a 1/3 of the way to 99. The age of Jesus at his crucifixion. Mr. Lulu thinks it’s weird that that’s the first thing I think of but hey- 33 just feels like an odd age (no pun intended!) This year, because of the incubation of the Raptor, there was no table dancing, no delicious gin, no lampshades on head craziness. It was REALLY quiet, which is good because, well, I don’t have a whole lot of oomph in me anyways. The birthday weekend started by eating Indian food with my mother in law and father in law. They had never eaten Indian and we went to my favorite, Bollywood Masala. I love going there. Raj has no problem telling you to order something different or making you something extra special (HELLOOOOO SPINACH PAKORAS!) MIL brought cake! YUM! And we hung out at the lounge afterwards. It was such a lovely time!

My sister and her family came over the day before my actual celebratory day and we had a late lunch. They brought babka. Which I LOVE. Here is me blowing out a candle in my birthday babka! In the background is a picture of my niece (or mini-me) celebrating the birthday song. Her birthday is just two days before mine. She DID celebrate with complete raucous behavior by having seven girls spend the night at my sister’s house, complete with cake and ice cream and pizza.

Hubby and I celebrated with dinner at home, which is always nice. We grill a mean steak (c’mon, I need my iron!) and made brussel sprouts with bacon and roasted potatoes. There was fresh herbed bread and cajun crab dip too! Instead of the obligatory birthday cake, we split the most amazing eclair ever. mmmm…

Today was my 32 week check up with my OB. Everything is going just fine and dandy with the exception I’m still measuring big. Like two weeks big. Now, I’m not a TALL person. I have learned to embrace my ridiculously short stature and am hoping that it just means that there isn’t a whole lot of room in the torso for the Raptor and not that she is a mega-huge Raptor. We are going Tuesday for another sonogram just to make sure. With any luck, she’ll be a fine size and not an abnormal size.

Other final news…this weekend is my baby shower. YIPPEE!!! I get to see friends and family from near and far and I am so looking forward to celebrating with everyone! I’ll leave with a parting picture tonight- me at my 33rd birthday.

 

Buy Buy Baby. Genius.

I posted earlier that Mr. Lulu and I drove up to Rockville to visit Buy Buy Baby and buy a Snoogle. My preliminary research of Buy Buy Baby is that it’s owned by Bed Bath & Beyond and that they were the be-all-end-all to baby needs. Or at least, an alternative to Babies R Us.

When we got there, I realized a few things.

  1. The store is poorly laid out for pregnant women. Who puts the bathrooms in the far back corner of the store???
  2. The store’s name fits it very well. Buy! BUY! BUY MORE!!! Eesh…
  3. The store is made to make you feel tiny. The walls are packed from floor to ceiling (set up just like a BB&B, and when I pointed that out to Mr. Lulu, he had the lightbulb look and went “ahhhhh” and totally understood the layout of the store).
  4. The store makes you feel unworthy. And if you feel unworthy, you will feel like you are not fit to raise a child. So you will buy more things. See points #3, 2.
  5. The store’s inventory is on the high end spectrum, so if you go in looking for things like silicon sleeve covers for glass bottles, you won’t find it. But what you will find is a $100 bottle sterilizer that also makes julienne fries. Or the $1500 stroller. Or the car seat that may make your child an applicant for MENSA when they are five. And of course, this is all meant to play on #4, which leads to #3, which leads you to #2.

I’m not entirely sure I will go back to Buy Buy Baby. I’m thankful I was able to drive up (it was a 2 hour drive) and go buy a Snoogle, but really, I was sent into a near panic attack over some of the things that are on the market. The look of panic and terror in my eyes either gave Mr. Lulu a good laugh or it gave him cause for concern that I was being sucked in to Buy Buy Baby’s genius.

Wanting the best for our babies is a natural thing. But do we need the $1500 stroller? Should we be more concerned with giving our babies the proper care, love, food, and shelter they need?

I am more inclined after my trip to Buy Buy Baby to skip the baby stores. Playing on insecurities of parents (especially first time parents) is a game I don’t want to participate in. I have enough self-doubt and don’t need a store telling me I should doubt myself even more. Instead I will listen to friends, maybe or maybe not take their advice, and just order online with the idea of I know what I want or need and not be overwhelmed by unnecessary choices.