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…

No Diabetes!!!


I got the call today from my doctor’s office saying I don’t have gestational diabetes. HUZZAH!!! On Wednesday, I had to drink that orange stuff (which, going down wasn’t NEARLY AS BAD as what everyone said, until afterwards, when I had an upset stomach) but I had to drink that stuff in front of a project manager from another utility company while we discussed an issue we were dealing with for a major project. I hid the orange stuff in my travel mug, but I’m not sure I hid my faces very well (I hope that’s not why I haven’t heard from him yet!)  Oh- let’s talk sugar crash afterwards….I could barely keep my eyes open. That was an “oh geez am I going to make it home” moment and then I napped. And sleeping isn’t my strong suit these days but that sugar crash was HORRID.

I also went and had lots of blood drawn and my rhogam shot. It didn’t hurt (thank you RUMP!) but I did forget about the bandaid (oops!) when I went for a massage yesterday. And lets talk prenatal massages. Yes, lovely. But I hurt still today, like I did yesterday. I’m guessing this has to do with me feeling like a Weeble. So everything is moving along and





No, really, there’s a bit of a shock there! I’m seven months pregnant (HOLY WHA??)

By the way, I plan on doing a full nursery post, when I feel the nursery is well and complete. Which, it doesn’t feel like it because carpets need shampooed, tools need put away, and there are other odds and ends that need cleaned up.

 While I’m a propros-ing of nothing…Easy Mac leaves the worst taste in your mouth. EW. Which I’m glad I don’t have the diabetes, because I can follow up my Easy Mac with a pear and a Jell-o pudding snack. Ahhh…quick and dirty food. 🙂

And for those curious, the sobs have subsided a little, but there is little filter on my mouth these days. Please, don’t be alarmed if I’m mouthier than usual.

One more thing…my pear is gross.

Third Trimester!

Happy third trimester! Or that is if you go by the third trimester starting during week 27. Which sounds good to me. New with me: I feel blimpy. I’m tired. I’m not sleeping. Yeah, a barrel of monkeys. (OK, so do you KNOW how many inappropriate and racist photos there are if you search “barrel of monkeys???) Anyways, I’m a whole lotta fun these days.

This week I get to go for my rhogam injection, because Mr. Lulu and I have opposing blood types. I imagine them warring with each other. I also get to go for blood work (WOO!) and my one hour diabetes test with that delicious looking orange drink that’s been sitting in my fridge. Color me (orange) excited.

The nursery has taken a back seat lately to me sleeping working on things for our church bazaar. No really, I have been. Mittens, and napkins, and sugar scrubs galore. I’ll actually spend this weekend canning for the bazaar (and taking my cut!) and sewing.

I have started work on an air plant mobile type thing. I’ve been back and forth on what sort of mobile to buy, but wanted something organic. It doesnt sound right when I try to write about it, but when it’s finished, I’ll post photos.

K, off to dinner with friends!