The Little Bird Continures to Freak Out His Mom!

Thursday at 2:00am I woke up to bleeding - LOTS of bleeding. Lot's of "holy hell, what is going on!?" bleeding. I called 911 and after a very exciting hospital ride found ourselfs at the hospital with placenta previa. Luckily, its only marginal so I haven't had any bleeding since then. I've been given to steriod shots, so if worse, comes to worse then the little bird already has some steroids in then that will help with his lungs. The NICU people came down and talked to us about the survival of a 28 weeks baby and really it looks pretty good. I'm hoping that we can keep him safe and sound for many, many more weeks.
The lates word from the doctor is that we may be able to go home on Monday or Tuesday. Which would be GREAT!
So once again the little bird is scaring the crap out of us, but he seems to be doing just fine. He didn't even notice the contractions and problems. He is just a happy baby going crazy and keeping me on my toes - well actually on my back - since I'm on bed rest for a very long time. As soon as I have more information I'll keep everyone informed.

Belly Pics # 17 - 27 weeks

I picked a daycare for the little guy this week and it broke my heart. The thought of leaving him with strangers just makes me sad. But what else can I do? We need my job and at least for now it looks like the only option. It kind of makes me wish I could stay pregnant and just carry him with me forever. But I imagine it will get very crowded in there before too long.
Just about 90 days to go until he's here!

Not much has changed in the belly front this week, it is still big and round and low. I don't know what is going to happen when he "drops" I may be carrying him around my knees!
Next week is the glucose test for gestational diabetes. I don't think I have it, but like all tests, they freak me out a little and I want to do really well.


Morning shot in my PJ's. I wear these fleece pants ALL THE TIME! Ask Michael, I'm sure he is tired of them, But they fit perfectly and are warm and comfy. I have a black pair too, but need to find more.

Belly Pic #16 - Week 26

Wow, last night the little bird kicked so hard that Michael felt it in his back! That's a powerful kick. I already know that my brother is prepping to have him on the footie team.

Every day that goes by I am getting bigger and bigger. Something that is bound to occur for the next 97 days. But is still amazes me.

So let's get this party started:

From the front I seem to look normal. A little chunkier than normal, but generally un-pregnant.

And then I turn to the side. Wowza!

It's coming - Belly Pics that is....

Coming Soon!

I know, I'm a day late but baby and I are having issues. Issues where he is not letting me sleep so I'm having trouble working up the energy to do anything - even stand in front of a camera.

Something will be up by the weekend.

A Letter to Little Bird

Dear Little Bird-

You could be here in 100 days! This is so amazing to me. It feels like yesterday we found out about you and at the same time it feels like so long ago. Your daddy and I are falling more in love with you every day. Your dad spends lots of time rubbing my belly with a silly smile on his face. I spend so much time with my hands on my tummy feeling you kick and squirm. You are such a little mover! I love feeling you dance around in there, doing karate chops and acrobatics. The only thing is that sometimes you give my intestines a bit of a kick that is surprisingly painful. But I’ll take that pain because it lets me know that you are okay and that all is well.

We’ve all been thinking about names lately. Not just names for you, but names for you to call your grandparents. All for of your grandparents are so excited to meet you.
My mom wants to be called “Bedstemor” or “Bedsta”, which is Danish for grandmother. I imagine it will get corrupted to “Vesta”. I think I’m going to encourage you to call my dad “Poppy”. I’ve always thought that was super cute and can see my dad as your Poppy so easily. For your dad’s mom I think she will be a “Nanna” or “Grandma”. I still need to talk to her about that. Your dad’s dad is a “Gramps” or possibly just “Grandpa”. No matter what you call them they will love and spoil you completely.

Your name has been giving us some trouble. We have a few options; Finnegan, Sullivan and Oliver seem to be the top three – in that order. So you may very well be Finnegan James Perry or Oliver Alden Perry, or something else all together. We have decided to wait until we meet you face to face to give you a name.

I’ve also been thinking about what you will look like. I think you will look like your dad. Straight, dark hair and light eyes with a pointy nose. (I love your dad’s nose, it was one of the first things I noticed about him.) Your dad thinks that you will look more like me. Medium brown, curly hair and dark eyes with a blunt nose. You will probably be a little of both of us. I just hope you have your dad’s teeth – he has great teeth.

But know that it doesn’t really matter what you look like – just that you are happy and healthy. I can’t wait to hold you in my arms and watch you grow.

All my love,
Momma

Making Progress

Yesterday was our first baby shower and it was lovely. The little bird will be well dressed, well blanketed and generally lucky to be part of our family. It was such a nice day and I really enjoyed spending time with everyone.

To prepare for the shower I started cleaning out the closet in the little guy's room. Man, were we storing a lot of things in there! Now we have baby things to store and need the space. The room is coming together in general.

The crib bumper really makes a difference in the room. (That's Cal the bird and the little birds first "Ugly Doll". So cute!)



I love the soft brown and trees. It is such a lovely pattern. (Thanks mom!)

Setteling In

It seems that our little bird has taken up residence on my side. My right side - under my ribs. It seems like a strange place for him to cozy up and not too comfortable for me. So I didn't get much sleep. The little guy had me up walking around the house at 5:00am. (A prelude of things to come.) I walked around, cleaned his room and generally futzed around until Michael woke up. I thought that the little guy would move by now, but he seems perfectly content to stay where he is. At least he has moved enough that the acid reflux has abated.

The other good side his position is that I have to sit up straight. Slouching just hurts! I may be forced into good posture.

The reflux

I have acid reflux so badly today. I almost (almost) wish I could just throw up and be done with it.

I haven't even eaten anything that acidic today!