My life, in a nutshell

I’ve started preparing for my maternity leave. It’s all still a little unclear when exactly I’ll be leaving and when I’ll be returning, but the basic, tentative plan is to leave for Thanksgiving break and now return until sometime in mid- to late- January. I have about a bazillion Word documents under construction at work, with step-by-step instructions on how to do All Of The Things that need to be done while I’m gone. With screenshots. Because I’m a control freak and it all needs to be done My Way. Otherwise it’s wrong. Obviously. But, I have to say, I’m pretty proud of myself for not adding to the bottom of each mini-manual, “Just call me if you have any questions!”

I’m tired. So tired. I don’t have the energy to be Superwoman, but apparently I need to find said energy because apparently that’s just the way things are going to be. There’s a phrase, “If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.” It’s never really struck home with me until now. Except now, it’s more like, “If you want something done at all, you have to do it yourself.” And so, yes, I’m tired. But I’m slowly accepting the fact that for the next 18+ years of my life, I’m just going to be fucking tired. Get used to it, lady.

I hurt. All over, everywhere. Baby is a mean little boy (and I say that with more love than you can possibly imagine… even when I call him a little jerk). Yesterday I could actually feel his little foot on my rib. You know, that one rib that’s already poking out an inch further than all my other ribs. I really didn’t realize pregnancy could be so painful. I mean, I knew giving birth would be painful, but when I still have almost two months to go? Seriously, didn’t know I’d hurt this bad. There’s nothing I can do for any extended period of time without being in pain. Can’t stand for too long – it hurts my back and ankles. Can’t sit for too long – it hurts my shoulders, ribs and back. Can’t lay in bed in the same position for too long – it hurts everything. I am constantly waking up through the night – a night when I only wake up twice is a GOOD. NIGHT. The other night, I woke up at 11:30, 12:30, 3:30 (hooray for three consecutive hours of sleep!) and 5:00 before finally getting out of bed at 5:45. Fuck me.

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Baby showers are coming up. My sister is planning one at her house that will turn into an over-nighter for some of us, and I’m so, so excited. Mostly because she keeps talking to me about the food that will be there. We’re doing a fall theme (since the nursery will be decorated in forest animals, it kind of fits) and the desserts? Apple crisp and pumpkin pie. Yum. Also, yes I realize how kind of ironic it is that we’re decorating in forest animals. “Aw look, Baby. See how cute that little deer is? And the bear? DADDY KILLS THOSE AND SOMEDAY YOU WILL TOO.We’re a morbid family. But look at the cute things that are already on their way to us!

My family members kind of kick ass.

Last weekend, my best friend (who never tweets) came to visit. She taught me how to make homemade peppermint patties (that I wish I had pictures of, but I don’t) and if you know me at all you know that’s a big deal because hi, I don’t bake. But, as P says, I didn’t even use the oven so technically it wasn’t baking, but whatever. I MADE CANDY. It was good. We also made this homemade Winger’s sauce/chicken and I almost almost died it was so good. I miss Winger’s. (No, Winger’s is not paying me to say that, nor am I receiving free food from them. But, hey, Winger’s PR people? I’D DEFINITELY TAKE SOME FREE FOOD FROM YOU GUYS.)

Picture not mine

Annnnd now I’m hungry. Again. Because I can’t eat a proper meal these days and instead have to eat 5-6 kiddie-sized meals because there’s no more room in my belly, y’all.

21 weeks

Before I get to the questions (which I am stealing from when Erin did her pregnancy updates last year), a few things of note:

  1. I haven’t formally said it here, so the big announcement is that P and I are having a boy! We saw the proof, oh so clearly, at my 20-week ultrasound on July 13, and kept it a secret from everybody else (except my mom, who was with us during the ultrasound) until our wedding reception. She made the big announcement at the reception, which went something like this:

    “For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Kaci’s mother. I have FIVE granddaughters (!!), and am proud to announce that soon, I will have my first grandSON!”

    There were cheers and hollers and then I ate more cheesecake.

  2. I felt him move for the first time on our wedding night (July 16). I’m 99% sure he was rolling over, and it was heavenly.

Now! Onto the questions, which I will attempt to do on a somewhat regular basis between now and December!

HOW FAR ALONG: 21 weeks

HOW BIG IS HE: Apparently, about 9 inches long and anywhere from 10 to 13 ounces.

TOTAL WEIGHT GAIN: 11 pounds. Maybe 12 or 13 by now? I don’t weigh myself at home, just at the doctor’s office.

MATERNITY CLOTHES: For the most part, my regular clothes still fit fairly well. I do have to rubberband some of my jeans closed (loop the rubberband around the button, through the button hole and back to the button), and I’ve just started wearing a few maternity tops this week.

STRETCH MARKS: Nope! I got some of that stretch mark cream that is supposed to help prevent/improve the appearance of stretch marks, so here’s hoping.

SLEEP: I was having difficulty sleeping for awhile, until I brought home The Body Pillow. Nothing special here, just a regular ol’ body pillow from Walmart, but geeeeezus has that thing helped.

MOVEMENT: A little here and there – sometimes it feels like he’s having a one-man party in there, other times I’m pretty sure he’s pissed about my food intake for one reason or another, but for the most part he’s pretty calm.

FOOD CRAVINGS: Nothing specific, really. Just food in general.

WHAT I MISS: Sleeping on my stomach. Taking Excedrin when the headaches hit – Tylenol just doesn’t work as well.

WHAT I’M LOOKING FORWARD TO: Feeling more movement! I really, really want P to feel him moving around in there.

MILESTONES: We bought our first “baby thing” this weekend – a “baby’s first Christmas” ornament from Kris Kringl in Leavenworth. We can put his picture in it and hang it on the tree! I’m excited.

DOG STUFF: For awhile the dogs were acting a bit more needy than normal, but either I’ve gotten used to it or it stopped. They definitely know something’s up, though, because when I have my emotional fits (the other day, I went from laughing hysterically to crying to p-i-s-s-e-d in a span of about 45 seconds) they are very loving.

HOUSE STUFF: There has been exactly zero movement on the nursery. It’s still got gold carpet from the ’70s and no baby furniture whatsoever. Plans, however, include hardwood and, well, baby furniture.

Oh, and THIS: My belly button grosses me out.

Like a glove!

I took my engagement ring (and the matching wedding band – which you don’t get to see yet 🙂 neener neener!) in to get it resized this week. They come is a standard size 7, and my tiny hands are anything but a 7. And, now it fits! Perfectly. It’s almost like a whole new ring, and I love it! At a size 7, it would literally fall off my finger – I don’t know how many times I had to fish it out of my sock drawer because it had slipped off while I was digging around for the right pair (usually a Christmas pair, FYI).

I’m so glad The Fiance made the choice to buy from a smaller, local shop as opposed to a large chain jeweler. I’ve never heard of anyone ever taking a ring in to get it resized, and have it back on their hand in two days. And, really, I could have had it back yesterday (I dropped it off Wednesday afternoon), but I didn’t want to make the drive into town two days in a row. So sue me.

Photo taken with picplz because I don’t have an iPhone therefore can’t use Instagram. COME ON PEOPLE. Heard of Android? Hello?

And then that happened. And THAT!

Well.

I really don’t even know how to write this post, where to begin. I guess it’s been like this for me a lot recently, and not just writing – talking to people, telling them what I’m about to tell you, has been difficult. Not because it’s bad, or even necessarily difficult itself (quite the contrary, actually, because I’m SQUEEing all over myself inside), but because… well, I just don’t know where the hell to start.

So I guess I’ll start at the beginning. And be blunt about it.

On Sunday, April 10, The Boy and I found out I’m pregnant! On Wednesday, April 13, I had my first doctor’s appointment, complete with pregnancy confirmation and… our first ultrasound! At that point, I was 6 weeks and 3 days… which makes me 9.5 weeks pregnant at this point.

And then, on Tuesday, April 19, The Boy surprised me with this:

He proposed!*

We’re getting married!

I feel the need to clarify here that we are not getting married just because we’re having a baby. But, to be honest, if you’re going to think that, you’re going to think it regardless of what I say. Though the truth is we’ve talked about getting married for almost two years now… it just so happens that this is the right time for us.

We are accelerating the engagement process a bit because of the baby, however. The way I see it, it’s just going to be easier to plan a quick, simple wedding while I’m pregnant than to plan anything with a newborn – and I really don’t want to put off getting married another couple years.

So, Big Day #1 is July 16. We will be married in a small ceremony at our home, with a large reception at the community building in town. Be prepared for wedding planning chaos posts (if I have the energy).

Big Day #2 is December 2. The Boy and I will be parents (that is SO CRAZY!) by Christmas. AH! Also, EEK! 🙂

Note: When calling your mother to tell her some big news (because you won’t get the chance to see her in person for a few weeks, and want to tell her RIGHT NOW), it might not be the best idea to start the conversation with, “Are you sitting down?”

* Sorry about the not-so-great photo quality, but… well, I’m not a photographer, especially when it comes to shiny rings.