I'm posting twice in 10 days time?? What is up with that? Since I droned on for so long last time, I'll keep this one short.
This is just to let everyone know that we are now registered at Target and Babies R Us. I'm not soliciting gifts for Ms. Abagail, but it's just in case you kind folks are in a giving mood. :)
Registering was quite an endeavor, and it did stress me out quite a bit, but not as bad as I expected. Holy cow, why in the world do babies need so much stuff? Or is it all that stuff more for the parents than the child? Regardless, I think I'm going to pass out everytime I walk into Babies R Us. At least Target is manageable with just a couple of aisles. Babies R Us is just overwhelming when you have no idea what half of those things are for, if they're necessary or just silly, if the kid is going to like this bottle or that one, at what age they actually need something, or again, if it's a need or just a want (for the parent), or what. It leaves me breathless! And to think that my parents raised me--and quite well, I'd like to think--with what was probably lead-based paint on my crib and just sticks and rocks to play with. Good Heavens, how did I survive?
OK, maybe from this point forward I'll do better about posting short blogs instead of the marathoners that you get once a month. I have no idea when we'll have new ultrasound pics to post, but maybe I'll finally get George to take a picture of me so you can see the ever-expanding belly.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Long time, no blog
It’s official. I have got to be the world’s worst blogger. We’ve actually had a pretty big 2 weeks and here I am, not posting a thing. Work’s been crazy, and the last thing I want to do when I get home at night is to sit at the computer for any longer. And the weekends—ah, where do they go?
I am at 26, almost 27, weeks of pregnancy and still doing well. I’m now on the every-two-week schedule to visit the ob/gyn, so that’s fun. Well, OK, it’s not actually fun, but it means we get to hear the heartbeat more often!
Anyway, to return to the fact that it’s been a big couple of weeks. I’ve got new pictures, so see below. Early on, we had decided to go the optional route and have the little one tested for Down’s Syndrome markers and other chromosomal abnormalities that can be somewhat detected with blood tests and ultrasounds. She looks good—and she’s still a she! The only way to discover Down’s (that’s the most common chromosomal abnormality) for certain is to do an amniocentesis and neither of us was interested. It has some risks with it, and the blood tests all came back with nothing significant to worry about. But, we had our minds put at ease for that anyway and we got to go to the doctor’s office that has the really good ultrasound machine. We had our final ultrasound there about 2 weeks ago and have some more good pictures. Her organs all look to be in great shape and her growth is right where it should be. The only thing of slight concern is there is an extra lobe of the placenta. This doesn’t affect her at all, it’s just something the doctors have to be aware of during delivery for my sake. Evidently, it can cause some slight complications and bleeding issues if they aren’t paying attention.
The other big news is that we have decided on a name! Junior can now officially be referred to as Abagail Marie Schmerer. Yes, Abagail, not Abigail. I’ve always—well, almost always—appreciated being Mendy and not Mindy. In my life, I’ve only met one or two other Mendys and I think that’s pretty cool to be somewhat unique without being too oddly named. It feels pretty cool to refer to her by name too. You can call her Abby if you’d like, but my preference is going to be Abagail. I told George the only thing I could come up with—when trying to think like a mean kid—is to call her Crabagail. If that’s the worst thing kids can do to her name, she’ll be OK.
She’s kicking up a storm now too. But lucky for me, in a convenient sort of way. She seems to turn into a pumpkin around 10PM and sleeps through the night, just like her momma. I’m hoping that’s a sign of things to come. Maybe she’ll be a good sleeper! She’s most active during the day, but that may be because I seem to sit at my desk for too long at once. She might be trying to remind me to get up and walk my butt around. She’s stubborn though, I can tell that already. She can be kicking away, but as soon as someone else tries to enjoy it, she will quit. For every ultrasound we have had, she’s immediately held pretty still while we’re looking at her. If George tries to feel her, more often than not, she’ll lie still. Stubborn or modest, I’m not sure, but given her Collins and Schmerer genes, I’m going with stubborn.
I’ve put on 15 pound so far, and she’s currently only about 2 of those. I figured that I’d balloon up by 60 pounds, so for now, I’ll take it! My ankles are starting to swell by the end of the day and yard work is getting pretty dang hard. George is going to have to start pulling weeds for me soon enough. He’s very excited about that.
We took a childbirth preparation class on Saturday. ALL DAY on Saturday. Have I mentioned overwhelming yet? But it was very informative. It made me realize yet again how much some other ladies have to endure for the sake of our little blessings. Man, I’ve had it so easy. We took a tour of the facilities at Norman Regional, and they are really nice digs. Over the next several weeks, we’ll be taking a “nutrition during pregnancy and breastfeeding class”, a “well baby class,” and a breastfeeding class. Our lives are seriously ramping up to be all baby, all the time, really quickly.
Our intention is to be registered by the end of this weekend. About 2 weeks ago, we’d spent an entire Saturday doing baby stuff, just trying to do a little homework and preparation. We spent several hours at Target and at Babies R Us. Holy cow is that store overwhelming or what?! For someone who has no real idea what babies need versus what parents want, the actual registration process is going to stress me the hell out! Don’t be surprised if you see one of everything in the store on the list, just because I have no idea if it’s really necessary or not.
So far, as worried as I am about everything, I’ve been trying to keep my hysteria in check. We have friends at church whose daughter was born with birth defects of the heart. At the tender age of 17 months old, she went in for yet another surgery to try and repair those defects. Needless to say, her heart never really recovered from surgery the way the doctors had hoped, so she was moved to a hospital in Little Rock, a regional transplant center. They have been there almost a month now and just late last week, Jocelyn received a heart transplant. In thinking about how strong Jocelyn and her family has been, and to think about the family who suffered the loss to make that transplant a reality, my worries seem so trivial. My prayers go up and my heart goes out to them countless times each day. Their faith in God and their strength in His love has been inspiring, to say the least, and it makes me remember how blessed George and I really are.
And to selfishly return to our blessing, our Abagail, enjoy some new pictures!
She looks like she has a bit of pig's nose here, but she seems to sleep curled up like her mom.
I think she's saluting us!
A good shot of those delicate bones in one of her hands.
A great profile shot!
And a foot. Don't know where the other one really is at that moment . . .
I am at 26, almost 27, weeks of pregnancy and still doing well. I’m now on the every-two-week schedule to visit the ob/gyn, so that’s fun. Well, OK, it’s not actually fun, but it means we get to hear the heartbeat more often!
Anyway, to return to the fact that it’s been a big couple of weeks. I’ve got new pictures, so see below. Early on, we had decided to go the optional route and have the little one tested for Down’s Syndrome markers and other chromosomal abnormalities that can be somewhat detected with blood tests and ultrasounds. She looks good—and she’s still a she! The only way to discover Down’s (that’s the most common chromosomal abnormality) for certain is to do an amniocentesis and neither of us was interested. It has some risks with it, and the blood tests all came back with nothing significant to worry about. But, we had our minds put at ease for that anyway and we got to go to the doctor’s office that has the really good ultrasound machine. We had our final ultrasound there about 2 weeks ago and have some more good pictures. Her organs all look to be in great shape and her growth is right where it should be. The only thing of slight concern is there is an extra lobe of the placenta. This doesn’t affect her at all, it’s just something the doctors have to be aware of during delivery for my sake. Evidently, it can cause some slight complications and bleeding issues if they aren’t paying attention.
The other big news is that we have decided on a name! Junior can now officially be referred to as Abagail Marie Schmerer. Yes, Abagail, not Abigail. I’ve always—well, almost always—appreciated being Mendy and not Mindy. In my life, I’ve only met one or two other Mendys and I think that’s pretty cool to be somewhat unique without being too oddly named. It feels pretty cool to refer to her by name too. You can call her Abby if you’d like, but my preference is going to be Abagail. I told George the only thing I could come up with—when trying to think like a mean kid—is to call her Crabagail. If that’s the worst thing kids can do to her name, she’ll be OK.
She’s kicking up a storm now too. But lucky for me, in a convenient sort of way. She seems to turn into a pumpkin around 10PM and sleeps through the night, just like her momma. I’m hoping that’s a sign of things to come. Maybe she’ll be a good sleeper! She’s most active during the day, but that may be because I seem to sit at my desk for too long at once. She might be trying to remind me to get up and walk my butt around. She’s stubborn though, I can tell that already. She can be kicking away, but as soon as someone else tries to enjoy it, she will quit. For every ultrasound we have had, she’s immediately held pretty still while we’re looking at her. If George tries to feel her, more often than not, she’ll lie still. Stubborn or modest, I’m not sure, but given her Collins and Schmerer genes, I’m going with stubborn.
I’ve put on 15 pound so far, and she’s currently only about 2 of those. I figured that I’d balloon up by 60 pounds, so for now, I’ll take it! My ankles are starting to swell by the end of the day and yard work is getting pretty dang hard. George is going to have to start pulling weeds for me soon enough. He’s very excited about that.
We took a childbirth preparation class on Saturday. ALL DAY on Saturday. Have I mentioned overwhelming yet? But it was very informative. It made me realize yet again how much some other ladies have to endure for the sake of our little blessings. Man, I’ve had it so easy. We took a tour of the facilities at Norman Regional, and they are really nice digs. Over the next several weeks, we’ll be taking a “nutrition during pregnancy and breastfeeding class”, a “well baby class,” and a breastfeeding class. Our lives are seriously ramping up to be all baby, all the time, really quickly.
Our intention is to be registered by the end of this weekend. About 2 weeks ago, we’d spent an entire Saturday doing baby stuff, just trying to do a little homework and preparation. We spent several hours at Target and at Babies R Us. Holy cow is that store overwhelming or what?! For someone who has no real idea what babies need versus what parents want, the actual registration process is going to stress me the hell out! Don’t be surprised if you see one of everything in the store on the list, just because I have no idea if it’s really necessary or not.
So far, as worried as I am about everything, I’ve been trying to keep my hysteria in check. We have friends at church whose daughter was born with birth defects of the heart. At the tender age of 17 months old, she went in for yet another surgery to try and repair those defects. Needless to say, her heart never really recovered from surgery the way the doctors had hoped, so she was moved to a hospital in Little Rock, a regional transplant center. They have been there almost a month now and just late last week, Jocelyn received a heart transplant. In thinking about how strong Jocelyn and her family has been, and to think about the family who suffered the loss to make that transplant a reality, my worries seem so trivial. My prayers go up and my heart goes out to them countless times each day. Their faith in God and their strength in His love has been inspiring, to say the least, and it makes me remember how blessed George and I really are.
And to selfishly return to our blessing, our Abagail, enjoy some new pictures!
She looks like she has a bit of pig's nose here, but she seems to sleep curled up like her mom.
I think she's saluting us!
A good shot of those delicate bones in one of her hands.
A great profile shot!
And a foot. Don't know where the other one really is at that moment . . .
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