23 Skidoo

Penny can’t fit on my lap anymore so she rests next to me.

I am currently 32 weeks pregnant and there’s only 4 to go until I’m full term. Pretty incredible!

Jonah’s nursery is nearly done. We have some finishing touches before we start posting photos, but we are both very happy with it. There is no theme; instead it combines all of our favorite things like trains, dinosaurs, books, dots, robots, and Snoopy. We wanted it to have the feel of a nursery, but also be a place he can grow into. I’ve been non-stop nesting, that’s for sure.

Luckily I’ve had the nursery to work on and keep myself occupied, because other than that this pregnancy is not getting any easier on me! About 3 weeks ago I got a pretty bad urinary tract infection. I was able to get antibiotics and got rid of the infection, but unfortunately it brought back all of my IC symptoms and some of the Fibro symptoms as well. I had been in a sort of remission for most of the second trimester and into the beginning of the third, but the UTI ended all that. It took a week before the denial that it was back wore away and I realized it was time to get back on my diet. No more pizza or chocolate or delicious fruits. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thankful for the couple of months without severe bladder pain, and not to mention dietary freedom—and I certainly made the most of it! I have to admit though, I was expecting the remission to last until at least the end of the pregnancy, so when it came much sooner than I anticipated some mild depression came along with it. Pregnancy is uncomfortable enough without all the added pain, so now I am re-learning how to cope with the IC/FMS pain in addition to all this third trimester craziness. It’s making getting through 40 hours of work a week nearly impossible, and forget about sleep! A couple nights ago I decided to count how many times I woke up during my attempt at 8 hours of sleep. I woke up 23 times to readjust; about 10 of those involved trips to the bathroom.  That’s been the norm for weeks now. I suppose it’s good practice for when the baby comes, but it would have been nice to get lots of sleep before he comes, since it would be the last good sleep I would have gotten to quite some time. But what can you do?

Other than all that, my mom and sister threw me a really nice baby shower in South Florida and I have an Orlando one coming up soon thrown by my BFF along with some other wonderful ladies. There’s one more big event after that (my brother-in-law’s wedding) and then before I know it, Jonah will get sick of living in my belly and will join the rest of us in this crazy world. Am I a little nervous? Sure. Am I super excited to meet this little jumping bean that’s been living inside me for 8 months? Absolutely! Here’s hoping the next 8 weeks are manageable and go by quickly. March is just around the corner!

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Although the intervention didn’t work, it turned out to be one of the Bluth family’s better parties. 

Practice run.

Jaclyn, Irene, & Joanna’s official darts scoring system.

Frankie just became King of the Universe!

Wishes for Jonah tree <3

In south Florida for baby shower #1!

For Christmas this year, my dad gave me a booklet of stories and poems that he wrote about his own father over the years. My grandpa died when I was about 8 years old, and while I have some fond distant memories of him, this collection of anecdotes definitely made him seem not so far away. Some made me laugh and some made me cry. A lot of them reminded me of my relationship with my dad, the son of a carpenter, who always let me be his right hand girl for projects around the house. To this day he let’s me take credit for putting the final nail in the deck that we “built together” in the backyard of the house where I grew up. The photo above shows us getting started on the construction of the two-tiered, partially covered, massive deck we built. There’s no doubt that I’m the daughter of a carpenter.

Here is a passage from one of the poems in the collection. My dad finished this poem just days after my grandpa passed away. Although I’ve read it before, I think the fact that I am about to become a parent myself brought on a whole new meaning to the poem for me.

It’s called “Home” by Frank Winston.

“Oh if you were once a child, and I were once a boy,

And our eyes were full of Magic, and the world was but our toy.

Then each day was like a quarter we could spend without a care,

Or tuck deep into our pockets with the things we couldn’t share.

     Till the past comes rolling ‘round again,

          Old friend,

               Till the past comes rolling ‘round again.”

Dove must know that I’m about to have a baby.

Well, maybe we aren’t at the final countdown quite yet, but my third trimester has officially begun! I can’t even believe it’s getting so close. We have been getting ready to start painting the nursery and getting everything set up all week. Once that’s done, it will be time to just relax as much as is humanly (or should I say pregnantly) possible and wait for the big day. The biggest day.

I am a bit of a control freak and not knowing exactly when the baby will be born is kind of driving me nuts, but it will all be worth the wait in the end! For now, it’s moving, packing, painting, sealing, building, organizing, decorating, and eating a lot in between.

Here we go!

Malted milkshake @ Jaxson’s! God bless America.

I hear ya, Chuck.

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Some of my chocolate creations from Chocolate Date Night!

Gets me every time.

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