true love.

i know after posting this people will think i’m crazy. and disgusting. and will be totally freaked out.

because it’s about feet.

you are already grossed out right? just hearing the word feet.

well i don’t care. cause however gross it may be, it is true love to me.

my dearest, darlingest, husband whom i love in the whole world and {tries} to do all things to make me happy….

painted

my

toenails.

that’s right folks. some of you are gagging already. and quite honestly adam probably wasn’t the most stoked. but he saw my pouty face and the desire i had in my eyes for my toenails to shine a bright pink and he did what a loving husband could do for a wife that is too big to bend over and even try to scratch a toe.

because this is my view.

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and he did a pretty good job. after coaching a little bit about how to stroke the brush onto the nail and him making fun of my lack of nail on my littlest piggy, it turned out quite beautiful!

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[do my feet look swollen…? cause they probably are]

he told me i owed him. i told him i’m going to blog about it. he said that wasn’t what he had in mind as a equal exchange. i told him by showing the world how amazing he is was the best way to pay him back because then everyone can shout his praises.

he thought i was a goof cause i’m pregnant.

eh. i’ll take it.

i’m in love with my little man

this little thing.

with these little things.

will be my favorite little boy Sunday outfit.

I mean really. how freaking cute is this???

and Adam approves. so all systems go!

so what’s good about being pregnant?

good question.

a girl at work asked me this question today.

{honestly} it took me longer than it probably should have to tell her the benefits.

“well you get a baby out of it!” piped up another girl right after the question was asked.

it’s true. i will be a mother.

{something i know i was born for.}

but she was looking for more than that. i mean obviously you get a baby. that’s the whole point right?

so what else?

it took me a little while…. but i got it.

yes. my back hurts. killer. and i was sick. forever. and i had stretching pains. for 8 months straight. and my belly is too big to really sleep through the night. super sleep deprived. and i have to go to the bathroom after drinking a tablespoon of water. which equals constantly. and it’s hard to really breathe. so don’t mind if i pass out one day after walking 10 feet.

 but i know there are benefits.

when you feel the baby kick, it is the most amazing feeling in the world. and you are the only one that can feel it. {and you know it’s your baby and only yours.}

and I did that.

when you hear the baby’s heartbeat, you can’t help but smile so big to know your baby is alive and strong.

and I did that.

when you see that baby’s ultrasound pictures and watch him moving around inside you, you just can’t wait to run around with him and squish him in your arms.

and I did that.

when your husband cuddles up with you and holds you when you break down and cry because it’s so hard, it is one of the most sacred and cherished moments in our relationship. it’s one of those moments that you will not always have. but you get to experience that all encompassing love you both share when you are pregnant.

because we know we both did that. and it has brought us closer together than i could have ever imagined.

i am a sacred vessel. and i know all those discomforts are soon going to be sooooooo worth the greatest gift of all.

my baby.

6 more weeks!

adam and the baby

adam loves our baby.

he told me so the other day.

“I just LOVE our baby,” he said.

when adam wakes me up in the morning, he will first rub my belly and see if the baby is kicking.

one night the baby kicked me really hard in the side and i let out a yelp of pain. adam asked me what happened and i just kind of gritted my teeth and said, “oh…. the baby is just… moving.”

he then leaned over to me and rubbed my stomach and said, “oh, he’s okay. he’s just stretching and doesn’t know what he’s doing. he’s trying to get big.”

{what a good dad.}

the other day, i was grumpy (not a surprise) and adam was trying to rub my stomach and squish me. i told him to go away.

“he’s my baby too!!” adam said to me.

he gets really defensive when i hog my belly.

he’s so excited. i’m so excited.

we’re gonna be a mommy and daddy!!!

 

are you calling me fat???

last friday i had my appointment with WIC to watch a riveting video on breastfeeding.

while the video is a story on it’s own, this story takes place when i first walked in and was asked to step on the scale.

the kind lady marked down my weight then looked down on my chart with a concerned expression. she then held up a chart that marked my progress in weight and if i was staying on the path of healthy obesity.

she had marked me {off the path} she then went on to tell me how i had a unusually large spike in my weight gain and i need to be careful.

“make sure you are not over-eating” she said “and you are only eating when you are hungry, not all the time.”

i was completely devastated. i could only muster up a weak “okay” to her claims that i was unhealthy.

then as we were going into the room to watch the video, i proceeded to try to convince her that i was healthy.

“i only eat carrots! and yogurt!”

i could’ve screamed it. my self-esteem was shot to the ground.

the worker said i’m fat. worst thing ever you could say to a pregnant woman.

i was paranoid about it all weekend. i kept telling adam that i was afraid to eat too much and was very {very} extra cautious of what i ate during the day.

{then.} we went to the doctor, whom i trust a little more than the kind government workers, and he said:

“your weight is great. you are fine and healthy. and it looks like you are only gaining a lot in your stomach which is nice, huh? (as he turns to adam who nods in agreement)

hallelujah to the doctor! i can now eat again without fah-reaking out that i’m going to have a heart attack.

adam told me later, “you still look good” in his attempt to make me feel better.

it did.

my dream came true

when i first found out i was pregnant, i had this idea of eating soup/cereal/any meal needing a bowl while balancing it on my stomach.

i did it!!

and i can’t even begin to explain to you the {excitement} i felt when i tried and succeed for the first time.

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SUCCESS!!

taco soup never tasted so good.