Showers

The things I've had to look forward to, besides my daily meals, are my showers. My DR said I could go as long as I lay for the majority of the time I'm there. Yeah, it stinks not being able to walk around and socialize, but it's so nice to be among people. I've had 2 awesome showers so far, and 1 more coming up with my family!

Nickel Family Shower, 7/22/12 - Jungle Theme

  

 

Bryan's grandma made this cute fruit spread.
  

Proof that I am taking it easy & that my kid has
awesome Converse socks.



Me with the hostesses, Jill Nickel & Ann Baugh.
They put together a cute shower!

Friend Shower, 8/4/12 - Sweet Pea Theme

My friend, Leslie, made the cake. Cute & delish!

Me & the hostess, Amanda Hager.
She did an amazing job. Loved the perfect, little details!

Me & my best buddy, Aidan.
He really just wants a sucker at this point.



 Stay tuned for pics from the Bosch Family Shower.

2 More Week, 2 More Weeks!

35 Weeks

2 more weeks. That is my chant these days.  I am now 35 weeks. Only 13 more days of BR. I can totally do this. I can tell little man is growing. His kicks and jabs are getting stronger each day. I don't mind, though. This is good. You may not know this about me, but I love lists. I love making them, and crossing off the things that I've accomplished. I'll even write something down that I've already done just so I can cross it off. Love lists. I've started making lists of all of the things I want & need to do. First on the list, a much needed haircut & pedicure. I can't wait to run errands, go on a date with my husband, visit friends, prune my flowers, pack my hospital bag, never be at my house! Oh, who am I kidding. I'll still be at my house. I'll probably go out on my first adventure, and need to come back home for a nap. But at least I'll have the freedom to do whatever I want, if I want.

Until I can do what I want, I must say thank God for the Olympics. It gives me hours of mindless television enjoyment all day long. I know more about the USA swimming and gymnastics teams than I ever thought I could. And quite frankly, I'm getting a gold medal in the bed rest Olympics. Speaking of tv, daytime television is terrible. I now know why I never watch live TV, and only watch what I DVR. Have you seen My Big Fat American Gypsy Wedding or whatever it is called? OMG, I can't believe what the world is coming to. I'm not dissing the Gypsy culture (well maybe a little, sorry if you're a Gypsy). I do understand that everyone is different. But their behavior is just unacceptable. Lord have mercy. And why, WHY, is that crap on TV? And don't get me started on this Honey Boo Boo girl. That just makes me want to vomit. What I'm trying to say is, I hate TV.

Changing topics. This is my older cat, Lily. She will be 9 this month, which I can't believe. It's only fitting to pay her homage. She was the first cat I got on my own during college. She was the most curious kitten in the litter, and kept trying to jump out of the pen into my arms. She was the one I had to get. She is still that little kitten in many ways, and VERY curious. But she is often very mature and thinks she's above everyone else. She has lots of personalities. She loves to escape outside whenever the door opens. She loves to explore the counters and the top of the fridge when we're not looking (this is bad!), and she really loves to lick my cast iron skillet when it's not in use (very, very bad!). God only knows how often she did that before I caught on. The skillet is no longer out. She's kind of like a dog. She begs for food, and will even sneak bites off your plate if you're not looking. I have caught her with her whole head in my glass of milk many of times. She also loves to play hide and seek, but only for a couple of minutes. Then she gets embarrased she was caught playing a "baby game". She used to love me. Now she only loves Bryan, as you can see in this picture. She ignores me all day, but will come downstairs when Bryan comes home for lunch. Then it's right back upstairs to nap. The only time she pays me any attention is in the morning while I get ready. She loves to get ready with me. She sits on the counter and watches me, talks to me, drinks water out of the sink, then she kicks me to the curb. I get it, she is a lady with a schedule. She does the same things at pretty much the exact same time every day. It's after 12pm. I can tell you without going to look that she is asleep in my closet on my tank tops at this exact moment. I'm sure my daily presence is a huge annoyance to her life right now. But I love her, and all of her rottenness. Happy Birthday! 

I must add that she did bite Bryan's finger right after this picture was taken. That made me feel better.

Another Week Down

Yay! Another week has passed. I had better measurements at my DR appointment this week. And I no longer have to have cervical length checks. My DR said since I will soon start to shorten naturally to prepare for labor, there is no need to continue to check. So now I can live happily in Ignorance is Bliss Land. 3 more weeks of bed rest! I can see the light at the end of the "funnel".

Grandpa & Grandma B & Aunt Barb came over this week. I hadn't seen them since Father's Day, so that was very nice. Grandma & Aunt Barb washed all of the clothes/blankets he got from the Nickel  shower on Sunday. They even did my dishes! I made a pit stop through his room that night to smell all of the Dreft-y clean baby clothes. Ahhh. 

He now weighs about 4 3/4 pounds (a cantaloupe), and is almost 18 inches long. He's still gaining weight, and his central nervous system and lungs are continuing to develop. Babies born between 34-37 weeks generally do just as well as term babies if they have no other health problems. They may need just a short time stay in the NICU, but generally they do just fine. In a couple of weeks I won't have to think about that at all. I got to see him again this week. I think my ultrasound tech feels bad for me for all of this, and the fact that I have to go in every week, so she likes to give me sneak peeks. He still had that foot above his head, but he did move it down to his nose by the time she was done. He was puckering his lips, and he has some hair. I won't get a sonogram again (I've definiely gotten more than you're typically supposed to get), so I was glad to get lots of good pictures of him.


And my random craving of the week-

Fruit Loops

33 Weeks

We've made it another week! 4+ weeks of bed rest, a little less than 4 weeks to go! 48 days until his due date. Once we get into August, we'll be in the home stretch. I had my weekly appointment this past Wednesday. No progress, no real change. My DR told me I can go to my showers as long as I don't do anything, and lay for the most part. That was very good news. I'm looking forward to all of the showers. It's a chance to actually get out and see people. I can feel like a person again!  


Things are going ok. I'm still uncomfortable from inactivity, but I can deal. It's mainly just my hips that really ache from laying on my sides the majority of each day. I've gotten into another Netflix show - Friday Night Lights (love it!). I'm about half way through another book. I'm going to cross-stitch some baby bibs (thanks, Caitlin!). I'm keeping somewhat busy. The weeks are starting to go by a little faster. OH - and I watched hours of A Baby Story the other day and didn't cry once! Progress, people! I try to avoid daytime TLC at all cost, but it sucked me in. Bryan is doing ok, too. He has definitely stepped up, and is taking control of everything. I do feel bad he has to do so much now, but he's handling it well. I know it's hard on him at times, but he is the one to remind me that it's only temporary. He just made me tuna salad and caprese salad. I think I'll keep him. My mom and mother-in-law came over last Saturday to shampoo carpets. That was a big help to me. We got a very nice treat this week, too. My Aunt Donna brought us Tavern fried chicken! It was delicious. I think when I bust out of this joint a dinner at the Tavern will be my first meal. Or maybe Black Dog. Or maybe both. I've been making lists of all of the foods I've been missing, and places I want to eat. Hey-it gets me through the day!


At 33 weeks, baby Nickel weighs a little over 4 pounds (a pineapple) and has passed the 17 inch mark. He is still plumping up. He is sitting very low these days. His head is down, which is good, but he tends to like his feet up by his head. This does not feel good when he stretches out. A lot of women have issues with their babies in their ribs & stomach. My baby likes to kick me low in my hips and pelvis. It doesn't really hurt, it's just awkward feeling. See the most up-to-date picture below. His toes are touching his head. Seriously, child, how is that comfortable?!



My contortionist baby

We listen to music some days. Mozart, Zac Brown Band, Moody Blues. Whatever I'm feeling. I'm not sure if he likes the music. He moves around a lot to Zac Brown Band (maybe a sign he's really into country, or he thinks it's terrible like his daddy). Right now we're jamming to some Four Tops radio on Pandora. I think he's groovin' in there :-)

32 Week Pic

 

You Gotta Have Faith (and not the George Michael kind)

This week was full of some ups and downs for me.  Well, most weeks are.  I missed my family vacation.  I miss doing things for myself.  I just miss.......things.  Oh, and I finished Vampire Diaries.  I will miss my daily intake of hot vampires.  I keep saying out loud that "it's all worth it" so people don't think I'm a terrible, selfish person.  Of course it's all worth it.  I am feeling pretty blessed that things haven't gotten worse.  I know others have gone through tougher times.  But I'm going to get down sometimes, and that IS ok.  I have found some online community groups and blogs that have really helped me.  I read their stories every day.  And while I don't personally know anyone who has gone through something exactly like this, it helps to read others' stories about their similar situations.  It's like an online soladarity, if you will.  It gives you hope.  I pray for these women every day.  I pray for all the moms out there that have gone through tough times.     

I came across this the other day, and it helps reinstill the hope. 

My Mantra

And these help, too!  Thanks, Kristen!!

32 Weeks!

Every week is a milestone now.  I'm very happy to have made it to 32 weeks with no problems.  It's been 3 weeks and 3 days since I was put on bed rest.  I was 28, almost 29, weeks when I went on bed rest.  So hitting 32 weeks is definitely very exciting.  I thank God every night before bed for giving him another day. 

My measurements at this week's appointment were a little better than last week.  I'll take it.  My doctor said she will release me from bed rest at 37 weeks, unless I get better and stay better before then.  But since I fluctuate so much, I'm not sure that will happen.  So 5 more weeks.  I can do this.  Most women enjoy staying home with their baby during their maternity leave.  I have a feeling that once he's good to leave the house we're going to be on the go all the time.  I am so sick of my house.  I miss my daily routine.  I miss gardening, cooking, going places, going home.  I even miss cleaning.  Can you believe that?  After the 2 week cleaning spree I had, you'd think I'd never want to clean again.  But only 5 more weeks, right?! 

I'm doing ok.  I feel a little uncomfortable usually, but it's not too bad.  I know it's just from the inactivity.  Once I can start excercising after the baby, I think I'm going to start running again - like Forrest Gump running.  I say that now.  I've watched a few tv series on Netflix.  May I recommend Vampire Diaries!  Man, oh man, am I glad my friend Rachel told me to watch that show.  Who doesn't love hot vampires?  And Boone, from Lost, is one of the hot vampires. Yes, please!  Big Brother starts tonight (and is on 3 days a week!).  And of course we have Breaking Bad starting on Sunday.  I haven't only been watching tv, though.  I've been reading, too.  And I finished the tissue paper pom poms for his room.  I'll post some nursery pics once it's more put together. 

Baby Nickel at 32 Weeks:
He weighs aproximately 3.75 pounds, about the size of a large jicama, and is about 16.7 inches long.  I should start gaining about a pound a week, and roughly half of that goes right to the baby.  I've done pretty well with the weight gain thus far.  I haven't hit the recommended amount.....yet.  He now has toenails, fingernails, and real hair (or at least respectable peach fuzz). His skin is becoming soft and smooth as he plumps up in preparation for birth.  Keep plumping, baby!  He still gets the hiccups a couple of times a day.  I love those parts of the day.  Except for when it's at 11pm, like last night.

Again, thank you to everyone for the prayers, encouragement and thoughtfulness in whatever way it comes.  I'll post an updated picture later.