Guilt.

A few months back I wrote a post about how I was struggling with the thought of having a boy.  I am actually quite shocked that I felt that way, and am starting to realize that I was in some sort of major funk for a few months.  I'm blaming it all on hormones.  Sorry Brevin!  You have been wanted and loved all along!!

Anyway!  As much as I miss pink things and pretty outfits, I'm SUPER excited to be having a boy!  One of each seems to be a perfect balance.  Plus I know how much Andy really wanted a son.  Isla has turned out to be a girly girl...exactly what I had wished for.  I'm pretty sure dance lessons are right around the corner.  She often calls me into a room and says "Mommy, look!  I dancing!"  And she proceeds to do a little dance routine for me.  Add that to her love of shopping and dressing up, and I'd say I have my little clone!  Now it's Andy's turn to experience that with his son.  I know he has great hopes for Brevin to be very involved in sports and he can't wait to do "boy" things with him.  I would hate for Andy to miss out on that experience.  It's an amazing feeling to watch your child love to do something that you love doing.  I'm quite positive that my heart may explode from happiness the day Isla has her first dance recital.  (She can start dancing when she turns 3!)

So seriously...best of both worlds!  I'm getting so anxious and excited to meet my little man!  Who will he look like?  Will he have blonde hair?  Will his cheeks be as chubby and kissable as Isla's?  Will he be a good sleeper like his sister?  So many things I am dying to know!

22 more days....

Woo!

Looking Back

I just went back to my old blog and read every single post I had written while I was pregnant.  It was fun looking back on my pregnancy with Isla.  I sort of forgot how lazy I was during June and July of 2009.  I remember being tired, but GOOD GOD, I took laziness to an extreme.  Thankfully I haven't been that tired this time around.  I've surprisingly managed to maintain a good amount of energy on most days.  I certainly have days where I feel like my eyes are bleeding and a nap is completely necessary, but most days I function like a normal person and don't need to get 15 hours of sleep as I apparently needed with Isla.

I do feel slightly guilty that I haven't blogged much about my current pregnancy.  I'm going to try and make up for lost time in my final weeks...

So, let's jump back to when I found out I was pregnant!!

Andy and I had been trying to get pregnant on and off for maybe 5 months?  It wasn't a ridiculous amount of trying, and some months we tried much more than others.  In true Betsy fashion, we ended up getting pregnant during one of our "lazy" (ie: 2 baby-making session) months.  Anyway, the end of January rolls around, and just like I had done the previous months, I go out and buy a ridiculous amount of pregnancy tests.  My period was due on a Friday.  I started testing on the Wednesday before. Wednesday?  Negative.  Thursday?  Negative.  Friday?  NEGATIVE.  UGHHH!  Friday comes and goes with no period though.  Interesting.  Saturday?  NEGATIVE.  WHAT THE HECK MAN?!!?  Now I'm starting to get salty.  Sunday??  BIG NEGATIVE.  Still no period.  GRRRR.  I was starting to get discouraged.  Then, Sunday night as I rolled over in bed I felt a weird stretching pain in my stomach.  It was at that moment I absolutely was sure I was pregnant.  Monday morning rolls around and I finally got my positive test!  Success! :)  Thank goodness!!!  I was spending so much money on those damn tests we were about to be homeless ;)  Seriously, in one month I spent $60 on pregnancy tests.  Ridiculous. 

I was happy that I hadn't consumed mass quantities of tequila while unknowingly pregnant.  I was also happy that we would be moving into a house big enough to accommodate our growing family.  The pregnancy came at a perfect time for us, and we were thrilled with how everything was working out!

My little shopper.

"Bye Mommy!  I go shopping at Target."

This has now become a regular game of Isla's.  She gets all dressed up, grabs, her purse, and gets in her "car" (her princess chair) and drives to Target.  It cracks me up every time!  I'm not sure where she gets the dressing up thing from.  I haven't worn anything aside from sweats and mumus out in public for the last few months.  But more power to her.  She obviously knows that you dress up for Target, and dress down for Walmart.  Smart kid!

Notice the earrings.  So fancy!

"UPRISE!"

Turning 30 was fabulous!  Andy threw me my very first surprise party...and totally managed to keep it a secret!  Usually very little gets past me in this house...so I was happily surprised to celebrate 30 with my family and friends...Hawaiian style!

The day of the party was slightly chaotic. Isla was in a borderline grumpy mood all day and refused to nap, which meant I was exhausted and crabby, which meant the house was a mess and I hadn't showered.  We had a 2:00 play date that I didn't want to miss...so I left the house a complete disaster and headed out to the park to meet Katie, Erin, and their kiddos. 

At the park I asked the girls what they were doing that evening...and they each obviously LIED, but came up with random plans.  Erin had said she was going out to dinner with some friends, and at that point, her son almost blew the surprise!  He mentioned something like, "I thought you were going to Betsy's house for her birthday".  Erin played it off cool and came up with some elaborate sushi plans.  Then after some whispering back and forth between the 2, the issue was dropped.  I didn't think anything of it until I was on my way home.  At first I thought maybe Erin was going out to dinner with Jeannie or Katie and trying not to hurt my feelings and make me feel left out.  Then I started wondering if Andy had something planned...but quickly dismissed that idea.  He is so busy lately I couldn't imagine him having time to plan a party.

By the time Isla and I got home from the park it was around 5 and I had a 5:30 pedicure appointment with Abb.  I kind of felt like cancelling on her due to being so exhausted but Andy insisted I go.  Again, kind of weird since he usually complains about me spending money.  But whatevs.  He also commented on the house, and I'm pretty sure he was sweating profusely looking at what a disaster it was!  Poor guy had AN HOUR to clean the house, set up the decorations, get Isla ready, and prepare the food, snacks, etc.

While Abb and I were getting our pedicures, I breifly mentioned how I thought Andy might be planning something.  Abb did a good job playing it cool and said she hadn't heard of anything.  I believed her and forgot about the whole thing.  One hour later I walked into the house and was incredibly surprised!  Not only was the house spotless, it was completely decorated Hawaiian style!  Isla ran up to me and yelled "UPRISE!" and everyone else chimed in and sang happy birthday to me as I stood their in awe of what my husband had managed to pull off.  He of course had help from my sister and parents, but the idea was all his :)

The only downside to surprise parties is walking in looking like a hot mess.  Seriously.  Very little makeup, hair in a ponytail, and I was wearing cozies.  I had to excuse myself for 15 mins or so to make myself look presentable!  Also, my camera wasn't charged, so I didn't get many pictures :(  But here are a few of my favorites!

I love this picture! 



My BSF and the co party planner

 

Love them!  High school buddies...Katie, me, Anna, and Erin.  We missed you, Jeannie!

I signed Andy up for smiling lessons after reviewing these photos. 

My little munchkin getting all ready for the big "UPRISE"!  (Taken before I got home)

My birthday banner!

The only thing missing from this party (aside from my lovely MN friends) was a yummy margarita!  Andy made me a virgin marg, which was fine...but obvs not the same.  I can't wait for my first delicious margaria post baby.  I'm almost drooling just thinking about it.

Dear Isla,

You went from being my little chubby baby with squishy cheeks, to a hilarious little person in such a short amount of time!  How are you 2 years old already!? 

You are my best little buddy, and a joy to be around.  You love playing with your friends, taking care of your "babies", playing "choo-choos", and going shopping.  Today you put on all of your jewelry, grabbed your purse and your "moneys", and said, "Going shopping Mommy!"  When I asked you where you were going, you looked at me and said, "Ahhhh Target!".  Almost like...DUH MOM!  Isn't that where we always shop?!   There isn't a day that goes by that you don't make me laugh :)

Your personality is hilarious...a definite combo of mommy and daddy.  You love to make people laugh, you are compassionate, fearless, outgoing, and VERY strong-willed. 

Here are a few funny things you've done/said recently:

-You have millions of baby dolls at home.  While the majority of them remain nameless, 3 of them are named Papa Baby, one of them is named Auntie Baby, and one of them is named Princess.  You know exactly which baby is which, and you get mad if I call them by the wrong name. 

-Anytime you see sports on TV you yell "GO TWINS!" regardless if it's even baseball or not.  Your Daddy and Papa Davey are making sure you grow up loving Minnesota sports. 

-You currently have some crazy hair since I'm growing out your bangs.  You pretty much need to wear a ponytail on the top of your head each day or else you can't see!  Each morning you tell me what kind of ponytail you'd like.  Sometimes you request a princess pony.  Sometimes a Kai-Lan pony.  Sometimes even a Barney pony.  Little do you know, these ponytails are all identical, but you take great pride in labeling your ponytails, so we totally go with it. 

-When I listen to my CDs in the car, you are very particular about the music selection.  Some days the only 2 songs you will have us listen to are Cee Lo Green's, Forget You and Pink's, Raise Your Glass.  When a song you don't like comes on, you tell me "NO" and keep repeating no until one of these 2 songs comes on.  Then you yell "YES!!!" and start dancing in your car seat. 

-You often tell me I look pretty, and it just melts my heart.  You will say things like, "Pretty clothes Mommy!", or "Mommy pretty hair!".  You will also tell me to do things like, "Mommy go poop." or "Mommy sit on ouch (couch)."  Since I'm not good at pooping on demand, I typically can't fulfill all of your requests.  You seem to like being in control these days, so I try my best to make you feel like you have some control, but I can't let you run the house :)

Isla, you make me so happy!  I love being your mommy.  You are the funniest, most lovable girl I know.  Thanks for being so awesome!

Love,

Mama

Stuff.

Just when I was starting to get better at blogging, I dropped the ball once again.  I've been wanting to blog about so many things and add pictures with my posts, but I haven't uploaded pictures in forever, and so I keep thinking I'll just blog when the pictures are uploaded...

Here are some quick tidbits of what's been going on lately:

-I turned 30 last week and Andy threw me an amazing surprise Hawaiian party!  No one has ever thrown me a surprise party before...LOVED it!  Even though I walked in looking like a slob and had my hair in a ponytail.

-I have exactly 5 weeks til my due date.

-I am nesting like a mad women.  The fridge has been cleaned, all of the kitchen cabinets have been cleaned and reorganized, the majority of closets have been cleaned out, and Isla's toys in both her bedroom and playroom have been reorganized and bins have been labeled!  With pictures for easy clean up!  Yep, I'm obsessive. 

-Isla's nap and sleep schedule is all messed up.  Seriously, I can't even handle it anymore.  Tomorrow starts day 1 of sleep Nazi camp.  I'm determined to get Isla sleeping normally again before Baby Boy arrives.

-My hormones are completely out of control.  I have actually had to tell myself, out loud, to pull it together and stop being such a sloppy mess of a person on more than one occasion. 

-I am done tutoring.  So sad!  I worked for a great family and I will miss them tons!

-My dad has taken Isla almost weekly for sleepovers, and each night Andy and I spend cleaning,  unpacking (yes, STILL!), hanging pictures, and essentially getting this house completely ready for the baby.  I'm sick of looking at clutter.  I'm sick of bare walls.  I'm sick of dog hair covered floors and half unpacked bins in the laundry room.  I really wish we could actually go on a date, but I know I won't feel content until this house is ready for Brevin (or Sawyer??).

-So maybe we'll go on a date for our Anniversary which is coming up on Tuesday!  3 years already?!  Wow!

So yeah, that's all.

Pregnancy Thus Far...

I'm in week 32.  I'm a monster.  I can barely move without something hurting.  I'm in far worse shape overall this time around.  Only 53 more days though!  WOOO!

According to the nurse I've only gained 16lbs, but according to my own thoughts, I've gained 20.  I thought my starting weight was 155, she said it was recorded as 159. Both weights are equally traumatizing for such a tiny person, but whatevs.  The fact that I've only gained 16-20lbs at this point is remarkable.  I guess cutting back on the ice cream, Oatmeal Creme Pies, Ho Hos, Oreos, and candy bars can really make a difference.  Although my belly is huge.  HUGE.  As are my arms, ass, and thighs.  I'm not one of those cute pregnant girls who only gets a belly.  I expand everywhere.  Anyway, when I gave birth to Isla I was 180.  It was my goal to not exceed this weight.  That means I can only gain 5 more pounds in the next 8 weeks.  Hahahahah.  Not likely.  I'm sure I'll gain 10ish.  Ugh.  UGH.  Okay, can't think about this anymore.  Moving on.

I'm currently weaning off of Zoloft which I'm not very happy about.  My doctor suggested that if I don't desperately need it, I should try to go without it for the sake of the baby.  She assured me that the majority of babies born to mamas on Zoloft are 100 percent fine...but there is a teeny, tiny chance of problems.  So lately I've been a hormonal, impatient, bitch.  The joys of withdrawal.  I already miss my tiny, blue BFF and hope to continue our friendship once baby is here!

Here are a few pregnancy pictures I've taken recently.  26 weeks is the first picture I took.  I'm lame, but I mainly looked fat for a while and avoided the camera at all costs. 


26 Weeks



28 Weeks



31 Weeks

I'm still set on a VBAC, I've got an awesome Doula hired who has had 2 VBACS herself, I'm debating encapsulating my placenta and eating it, and we still have no fricken clue what our kid's name is.  Did the eating my own placenta thing throw you off??  Or make you throw up in your mouth?  I'll write more about that later!