Sweet kid.

At school I get all kinds of different reactions regarding my belly. Most of them go like this: Oh my gosh you’re having a baby what is it? and I say, “Well a baby, you just said that.” Well today a girl came up to me and said, “Hi Ms. Severe, how are you, I mean the two of you, doing?” and then she said, “You are so pretty pregnant. You are the first pretty girl I’ve seen pregnant.” Now I doubt the authenticity of that last statement, but I held on to the pretty pregnant part.

One of my sweet sweet friends from church is pregnant also. Last night at small group we were walking into the other room, bumped into each other, and Tron said, “Woah watch it, we’ll have babies flying around all over this place!” ha!!!!!

I am 27 weeks today and officially in the 3rd trimester. I’m trying not to think about that too much. I mean I happily welcome the baby but I know that its just going to get more uncomfortable from here on out. And there’s still sooooo much left to do!!!

I’m thinking of naming the kid Murphy after all the pizza we eat… again tonight we will indulge in the best pizza ever created, Papa Murphy’s Take and Bake. Sunday we will enjoy a most exciting appearance and visit by three of my college roommates.

Hope your weekend treats you well.

You can grow your own way. (grow your own way-ay-ay)

New picture at 26 weeks. My sister turned 20 on this day. And I turned into Mega Prega Girl.

Nice knowing you, belly button.

Its not quite the same anymore, which isn’t really the topic of this post. However, I think the baby is trying to kick it out and make it an outie. Occasionally, it kicks and kicks or pokes right into my belly button. Its very funny and it makes me laugh. He/she is either trying to pop it out or find its Daddy, since that is where he talks to it.

Today, I was speaking with a student about a matter that was rather serious, and I had to say, “I’m sorry, I’m really distracted right now because this kid is kicking me right in the belly button” and I was having to laugh. I hope she forgives me.

Last night Tron and I switched bed sides (yes we have bed sides. Tron says he can’t switch, because then he’d “wake up on the wrong side of the bed and you wouldn’t want that would you?”) However, I can’t cuddle on my usual side because now I have to lay on my left side only. So he agreed. We also slept with the windows open until the torrential rains came.

Enjoying together moments now while we can.

This weekend we went to start our registry at Babies R Us. It’s not finished, and when I looked at it today some of the items are scanned wrong. So I need to fix that before anyone buys anything! We stole our friend Katie and tied her up and forced her to come with us. She helped us with tons of helpful advice and moments of laughter and provided the support we needed to survive. I am very grateful she was willing to come! We are also going to register at Target sometime in the future.

Alright….evening is winding down and so is my energy level.
Love to all.

Funny kids. Sort of.

I knock on the door to a classroom yesterday. Kids are wild inside. They hear me knocking and someone decides to acknowledge that I need to be let in the classroom so one yells out, “HEY THE PREGNANT LADY IS AT THE DOOR.”

I’m not a chef.

I’ve had a few cooking moments lately I would like to share. All of these moments have begun with me feeling very brave and empowered to do something on my own. Usually, Tron does the cooking. I have a few dishes that I make, but when I do its this kind of response I receive, “YOU made this?”

So a few Saturdays ago I said, I’m going to make myself some scrambled eggs. I thought, seriously, how hard can that be. I had full confidence that I would make them and they’d be just fine. In fact I’ve made them before and they’ve been fine. Not this time. Ew. I couldn’t even finish them. I don’t know what the problem was.

The next Saturday I decided I was going to make myself some hashbrown potatoes. I was a little more hesitant with these because I thought I’d burn them. Which I did. I walk away for 5 seconds and boom! One side is burnt. But they were okay and edible. Just not as good as Tron’s.

Tonight, I decide I’m going to make dinner because Tron has been working his tail off building storage for our garage. I was a little nervous. I’m not talking about gourmet anything here. I throw the chicken in the pot and it makes so much noise I think it is immediately ruined (I think its okay). I hate cooking chicken. It doesn’t matter if its black, I still think it looks pink because I am outrageously paranoid that I am going to give myself and those I love salmonella poisoning. Just previously, I pulled the olive oil out of the pantry, the top fell off, and the entire bottle fell onto the floor. Luckily it wasn’t glass so it didn’t break, just spilled.

Fortunately for me, its done and hopefully edible. I think I should stick with making babies.

A Post From Daddy Severe

I decided to write something so that Katie will quit getting all the attention. No, the real reason is Katie said she was going to tell our baby that “Your daddy did not want to say anything about you on the blog before you were born.” That gives me plenty of motivation. This baby is already going to come out closer to his mom then me, so I have got a lot of catching up to do. Today I went to pick up some baby stuff from storage so Katie can continue to prepare the room for Baby Severe. Every morning when I wake up I can’t help but think how Baby Severe is going to change our normal morning routines. Like will one of us have to stay with the baby while the other gets ready and what time will we really be getting up. The one good thing is the baby will be three months old before we both have to wake up and get ready for work, since Katie is quitting work early before school is out. I think it will be pretty hard and I am sure I will be pretty jealous leaving our room every morning and leaving behind both my babies sleeping in the bed. I will be really anxious to get home each day. And in case you are asking yourself why does he keep referring to Baby Severe as a boy, that is because Baby Severe is a boy. What else would it be?

There it is, my first post. See daddy does love you.

The new c-sections.

Apparently they are doing c-sections from your side now. The cut is about 5 inches long, and it doesn’t even hurt one bit! No anesthesia or anything. It doesn’t take long to heal up either. The doctor even conducted a practice run on me. She’s only one of two doctors that do it though, which kind of worried me. Its a new procedure. So I want to make sure I get that doctor when its time to deliver!

At least that is what I was thinking in my dream.

On the way out of the office (still dreaming) I was like, oh they didn’t weigh me. So I found a scale, weighed myself, and noticed it was like 4 pounds less than what they told me last time. I was like, “See, I knew I hadn’t gained that much.” hahaha. Oh man.

These dreams aren’t quite as wild as the one described by Jenny McCarthy in her book, “Belly Laughs.” Apparently she had this re-occuring dream that she would wake up, reach over to get a scalpel, perform her own C-section, play with the baby, realize he needed some more time in the womb, put him back, and sew herself up.

All things new.

1. Hair.
2. Belly.
3. Maternity t-shirt (from Shelly).

I forgot something.

Which really isn’t that unusual these days. I thought this story would make you laugh.

Yesterday when the nurse was finding the baby’s heartbeat, the baby was hiding right behind my belly button. Tron said, “That’s because I use the belly button to talk to it.” Which he does.

“Doctor doctor, give me the news”, I gotta bad case of weight gain.

23 weeks 4 days

No alarm necessary I just weigh more than I ever have in my entire life. I suppose its only going to get worse? I am still under/right at the recommended weight gain so no biggie, except to me. Plus, I’m pretty sure there were weights in my shoes??

Heartbeat: 146

Next appointment will be the glucose screening which is going to be REALLY fun. I overheard the nurse telling the girl next to me about it, and she said, now its usual to feel very lightheaded, dizzy, and exhausted when we are done. SIGN ME UP!

Measuring at 24 cm- I am telling you my belly grows at night when I’m asleep. Its sort of like a vampire or werewolf…

People at work are noticing now, and its kinda funny. “Ms. Severe, you have grown since last time I saw you!” I guess its pretty obvious that I just didn’t overeat the night before.

Baby is moving a lot and my love for him/her grows faster than my belly.

Love to all