*Last week…. someone had a growth spurt!
* Cletus kicking my icecream bowl off of my belly
* The nightly belly Ipod sessions we’re having and noticing the little one’s different reactions to the different music
* Purchasing a BIKKINI for our upcoming family water park vacation. I know; Bold.
* Passing my at-home breakfast glucose tolerance test with flying colors ( even though the giant meal made me ugh pretty much all day.)
* Finally picking out a fun dress to wear to Jaymee’s baby shower in a few weeks, with fingers crossed that the mail order size will actually fit properly.
* Taking some belly-to-belly photos with my best bud who is ten weeks behind me.
* Noticing that I’m as big as a frikkin’ house…. and not minding it one little bit!
Of all the stupid places to get a mosquito bite… right dead center in the bellies biggest stretch mark is very low on my list of ideal places. I look like I’ve got the pox, with all of my scratching. On a good note, I burned said belly today while goofing off outside with the kids on our first real summer day, which will eventually turn in to a kind of pale-persons tan that I’m sure, with persistence, will look deeply brown once the premises are vacated, a scene I’m giggly eager to see..
So Saturday was a big day around here. Not only were there school volunteer things to get done and home upkeep things to get done ( my gawd, are my carpets clean!) but……… Jaymee and M came to visit!!!!! Super giant SQUEEEEEE!!!
After picking up Cletus’ parents from the airport I promptly dropped them off at their hotel to rest.. it had been a long day. I grabbed them again come dinner time and had a sitter for my monsters, so the four of us had a chance to reconnect without a distraction over a fantastic dinner. I’ve got to say, I lucked out in so many ways with these two as intended parents… her husband and my own are like two peas in a pod! Both with an… interesting… sense of humor that only those close to them “get”, both comfortable in their own skin and not at all impressed with keeping up with the Jones’s.. It was just awesome. I mean, I know I love them.. but it was really cool to verify once and for all that my husband does, too. Later, after I put my kids to bed, I went back over to visit and brought with me some of the worlds best ice-cream, ColdStone. I like it entirely too much.. and more importantly, Cletus likes it as well. Because of my sugar gluttony, both Jaymee and M got to feel their little one shimmy away in my belly. VERY cool, that moment. One of “those” moments we sign up especially for when we ride the surrogate wagon.
Sunday we spent the first half of the day in Bend at the Balloons over Bend festival. It was just a bit too windy for the balloons to launch, but that didn’t stop us from having fun! Between bounce houses, face painting, go-cart racing, and craft shopping we managed to spend the whole first half of the day tantrum free. Kids too!
The second half of the day found my family crashing at Jaymees hotel pool scaring off the other paying guests. We had fun and the kids passed out at bedtime. Totally worth the glares.
But today. Today was the day that they flew all this way to experience….and experience it we did! I picked them up late ( par for the course), forgot that I needed gas, and therefore we ended up late for our appointment… with the ULTRASOUND tech!!! Yes! Today we all got to see Cletus in action! My goodness do they have a wiggily child!! It was a seriously magic moment when Mama got to see her little one for the first time, and not on a flat still photo but wiggling and real for all the world to see. Daddy had some moments himself, which made things extra special. We received several awesome printed pictures of the little one, but those are Mamas to share…
We went straight from the ultrasound appointment to a meeting with my Midwife. I’ve got to say again, the Bend Birth Center is fantastic. Janette, my midwife, is the most amazing woman. She anticipated all of their questions and had just the right answers, all while being just warm and welcoming and confidence inspiring… it was great. I *think* they are more comfortable with my decision to work with a midwife and birth at the birthing center now. I know they trusted my judgment before, but now I think they are more at ease with things, which really makes my heart swell. It’s such a huge decision, issues surrounding the birth of your child. I am just humbled that they are trusting me to make the right ones when it comes to their baby.
As an aside, things are growing well! I’m actually under my normal weight gain by this time in pregnancy and BP, etc. all look great. Right on track!
I loaded Mama and Daddy on to an airplane headed back home tonight. It was just the best weekend, full of bonding and fun and friendship and babies ice-cream… lots and lots of ice-cream…. ahem… It just went so much better than I could have hoped for. Miss you already, Jaymee! Can’t wait for the big baby shower!!!!!
So this week Cletus is an Onion. And, oddly enough, I’ve been craving onions like mad. Onions, lettuce, croutons… yes, this has been a vegetable week. My kids are thrilled. We’re moving right along in this pregnancy, and Cletus is moving right along with me.. my late night reading sessions have become peppered with little wiggles and kicks from my tiniest passenger and I’ve got to say, I couldn’t be more pleased! I love the little reminders that I really am growing a little someone and not just getting fat. I’ll be happy when this “baby belly” of mine stops folding when I sit.. *ahem* which should be happening in the next few weeks. Can you believe we’re 17 weeks already??!!
Grown In My Heart is hosting another fantastic carnival of posts!
We all know that pictures tell a thousand words.
We’re hoping you can tell us what your picture says in six.
■Post a picture of your mother (the one you most refer to as a mom). This could be your grandmother, your birthmother, your aunt, your sister, your biological mom, your adoptive mom, your best friend, your surrogate mom…Your MOTHER (or both your mothers).
■Include a Six-Word-Memoir with the picture describing her/what she means to you.
■Link back to GIMH with Mr. Linky
■If you don’t have a blog you can email your carnival submission to us at pickelfam at yahoo dot com
■If you are not in the adoption community you can STILL enter!
We HAVE PRIZES this month
This one was hard for me, because the right 6 words are just so difficult to nail down! My mother has taught me so much about love and compassion. We had nothing growing up. No. Thing. My single mother to four children struggled alone to keep a roof 0ver our head and food in our bellies, our church and extended family helped. We were beyond dirt poor. But I had no idea. I have a childhood full of fun family memories of taking bike rides, trips to the top of the butte, days spent at the lake, cool-aid tea parties… We had nothing. But I had no idea. My mother made what we had more then enough. How do you turn that in to 6 words? But I’ve done it… here’s my entry!
Sometimes “nothing” means having it all.
Happy Mothers Day Mom! I love you!
Mothers Day is a highlight in many peoples lives, and a day of sorrow for others. I am SO thrilled to be able to help turn someone towards that happy place through this surrogacy journey. I get to help make a Mama. Becoming a mother was the most powerful thing that will ever happen to me. It changed me in very basic fundamental ways, in the most important and lifelong ways. I am blessed, truly blessed, to be able to play a small part in making that life altering change happen for someone else. Happy Mothers Day, Jaymee. You can celebrate for *you* this year.
Wearing actual maternity clothes today. Whoa.
Had another midwife appointment on Tuesday and I’m just going to gush, again, at how excited I am about this pregnancy. My midwife is awesome. The appointment is personal, dignified, and just everything you want in a care provider. At no point did I have to hand someone a cup of pee because is that dignified? No, I don’t think so. Instead I pee on a test strip, compare it to a chart in the bathroom, then come out and report my findings. Dignified.
Also, and this is both good and “bad” news I suppose, I have learned why I’m so effing huge this time around. And it isn’t the midnight rice krispie treats, although I doubt those are helping. When whipping out the Doppler I made comment at how weird this pregnancy was, one reason being that by now, I can usually feel a hard ball of baby, a taut uterus. But I can’t, for the life of me, feel my fundus. At all. Depressed, I’ve just been feeling fat fat fat. Because that must be why I can’t feel it; too many layers of blubber covering it up. So she felt around, looked puzzled, and felt around again. Then put the Doppler just below my belly button and VOILA. Instant heartbeat. A good three inches higher then it should be on my belly.
So imagine you take a quart sized zip*lock baggie and fill it to bursting with water. That’s one full bag! A tight bag, a bag that is firm and round. Take that same measurement of water ( maybe a drip or two more) and dump it in to a gallon sized bag.
Yes, you have followed my poor analogy. I have not only a nicely floppy uterus, but apparently it’s effing’ huge too. When flat on my back my fundus measures at a near 18 week mark. 18 weeks. Today we are just a day shy of 14 weeks.
That would explain it.
For comparison, 14 weeks and a few days, with the TWINS.
Well, we’ve done it. Today marks the official first day of my second trimester! Whoop and a Yay for good measure! I am happy to be out of the danger zone that is the first trimester and do honestly find myself breathing a little easier not that the bulk of the danger is behind us. Which is just plain silly, because I had an 11.4 week ultrasound and who was a wiggle worm? Who was a bouncy little ball of cute? Cletus, that’s who! Lots of activity, a healthy heart rate, measuring just a few days ahead, little Cletus is the perfect little passenger.
I’ve been…. fine. This pregnancy has been weird to me in all ways from day one and I’m constantly adjusting to that. Normally my skin loves pregnancy. Today I’m a faceful of teenager. Normally my hair is it’s most luxurious when toting a wee one. Now? Dry rats nest. I am tired. ALL THE TIME, tired. I promise you, if I sit down on the couch for more then a minute or two I *will* fall asleep. This is very out of character for me, I have always shy’d away from midday naps as it kind of feels like a waste of the day, a waste of some very productive kid-free time. Not anymore. Of course, these could all be *thirty year old* changes and not pregnancy changes, but I’m absolutely going to blame it on the pregnancy. Now this is not to say I’m not enjoying myself, not at all. I got a fit of giggles just the other morning when I woke to find that I could actually feel my fundus, not just the blob of fat I’m calling my belly these days. It seriously made my whole day. And any nausea I had is pretty much gone, which I am thankful for. I love being pregnant, just the idea that I’m growing a whole other person… is awesome. Worth the issues. But it is weird, for me. It’s like being pregnant for the first time, all over again. So, now that it’s not all old hat I have to wonder…. what will the second trimester bring?? And that, in it’s own, is another adventure. Bring it on.
At what point does this drawings arse get bigger? And dimpled? Because I’m thinking this is just not at all an accurate representation of pregnancy at 13 weeks…