Well, It's 2pm on the 17th and I don't think there will be a baby arriving today. My plans were foiled. God obviously wanted them foiled though, so I have to trust that it's all for the best.
Some of you may have seen it on Facebook, but I was convinced that my 38 week appointment was this morning. I was super excited to find out if there had been any progress and to talk to my doctor about the weird "labor day" this weekend and see if they would check her growth and my fluid levels (since she was small and there was a lot of fluid last time). But I got almost to the hospital this morning at 7:30 when my calendar alarm went off on my phone reminding me of my appointment TOMORROW. It was one of those moments that I felt so dumb that I couldn't even be upset about it. I just shook my head, reprimanded myself using my middle name, and turned around. I double checked the text message my doctor's office sent me yesterday as a reminder and confirmed that it is, in fact, tomorrow morning.
So there's a pretty good example of pregnancy brain for ya.
I am 38 weeks today and it was the first time in the pregnancy (maybe in both of my pregnancies) that someone actually told me that I "look like I'm about to pop". Yeah. I feel that way, too, Jewelry Repair Shop Man.
Here is the picture from today:
This is Abram and I at 38 weeks:
Despite the development of exponentially more stretch marks with this little girl, he looked a little bigger, I think?
I only went three more days after that with him. So since that's the most pregnant I've ever been, I can't fathom what next week will feel like if that's where we end up. But God knows her birthday and I am trying to trust in that fact.
Speaking of Abram: We did waaaay longer errands than I had planned this morning. So he probably should have gone down for a nap at 11:30/12 and he ended up going down at 1. And he's still awake. Isn't it funny that, as humans, we have the hardest time sleeping when we need it the most? I felt that way all weekend, so I can't hold it against my over tired 17 month old. Exactly 17 months today! Almost a year and a half. What a big kid.
I thought I would share these pictures and this link to a cold oatmeal recipe I found on pinterest. I ended up not being a huge fan (although I'd eat it), but Abram looooves it. And it's packed full of protein and omega 3 and complex carbs, because of Greek yogurt and chia seeds.
Here is the link to the recipe and prettier pictures: Overnight refrigerator oatmeal
And here are pictures of the Bug enjoying said overnight refrigerator oatmeal:
Some of you may have seen it on Facebook, but I was convinced that my 38 week appointment was this morning. I was super excited to find out if there had been any progress and to talk to my doctor about the weird "labor day" this weekend and see if they would check her growth and my fluid levels (since she was small and there was a lot of fluid last time). But I got almost to the hospital this morning at 7:30 when my calendar alarm went off on my phone reminding me of my appointment TOMORROW. It was one of those moments that I felt so dumb that I couldn't even be upset about it. I just shook my head, reprimanded myself using my middle name, and turned around. I double checked the text message my doctor's office sent me yesterday as a reminder and confirmed that it is, in fact, tomorrow morning.
So there's a pretty good example of pregnancy brain for ya.
I am 38 weeks today and it was the first time in the pregnancy (maybe in both of my pregnancies) that someone actually told me that I "look like I'm about to pop". Yeah. I feel that way, too, Jewelry Repair Shop Man.
Here is the picture from today:
This is Abram and I at 38 weeks:
Despite the development of exponentially more stretch marks with this little girl, he looked a little bigger, I think?
I only went three more days after that with him. So since that's the most pregnant I've ever been, I can't fathom what next week will feel like if that's where we end up. But God knows her birthday and I am trying to trust in that fact.
Speaking of Abram: We did waaaay longer errands than I had planned this morning. So he probably should have gone down for a nap at 11:30/12 and he ended up going down at 1. And he's still awake. Isn't it funny that, as humans, we have the hardest time sleeping when we need it the most? I felt that way all weekend, so I can't hold it against my over tired 17 month old. Exactly 17 months today! Almost a year and a half. What a big kid.
I thought I would share these pictures and this link to a cold oatmeal recipe I found on pinterest. I ended up not being a huge fan (although I'd eat it), but Abram looooves it. And it's packed full of protein and omega 3 and complex carbs, because of Greek yogurt and chia seeds.
Looks yummy, right? (Note the sarcasm.)
Here is the link to the recipe and prettier pictures: Overnight refrigerator oatmeal
And here are pictures of the Bug enjoying said overnight refrigerator oatmeal:
It's really easy to throw together at night and then you just grab it out of the fridge and start feeding whenever you want! We've made the apple cinnamon kind a few times, but I want to try some of the other flavors. And I don't use honey as a sweetener - don't worry. If I use anything, I do a small teaspoon of Truvia, which doesn't do much, but Abram doesn't seem to care.
He finally fell asleep. I hope he takes a decent nap, for all our sakes.
He finally fell asleep. I hope he takes a decent nap, for all our sakes.
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