Saturday, April 28, 2012

Sara at 36 weeks

I actually dressed myself, put on makeup and did my hair, so I thought it a good time to get a 36-week picture taken. With Matthew out of town I find myself in my PJs with semi-kempt hair more often than not. But here I am in all of my pregnant glory. I am hoping against hopes that I won't have a 40-week picture to share, that somehow going maybe a few days early will be my reward for teaching Seminary all year, but I'm pretty sure that having said that aloud and now typed it publicly I have just jinxed myself.
C'est la vie. I still can't complain. I haven't swelled too terribly much, though I have taken to wearing fun rings in lieu of my slightly too tight wedding and engagement rings. Because I work from home, though I may not be sleeping well at night, at least I get ample opportunities to sleep during the day. I still enjoy feeling baby wiggle around inside me, despite the occasional bum to the rib-cage. And joy of joys, I still don't feel like a beached whale, despite what my bed sounds like when I move around in the middle of the night.
Mostly what I'm feeling is boredom. I'm kind of bored with being pregnant. While I'm still not sure I'm quite ready for the radical change to my schedule this baby will bring, I am ready for change. Hopefully by the end of the summer I will still feel the same way when Matthew is officially graduated, Wee Babe is officially part of the family, we have moved, bought our very first house, started a new job. It's a lot of changes to be sure. So I guess, sooner rather than later, I will get my wish to its fullest extent. Wish me luck!!

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Private Showing

This week, while Matthew is away visiting his brother in Portland, I am trying to fill my time with work and crafts and movies I wouldn't watch with my beloved. As such, I went and saw "Mirror Mirror" by myself. It's not the first movie I've seen by myself, nor, I suspect will it be the last, but this one was particularly interesting, because while I went by myself, I remained all by myself in the theater. Not a single other soul showed up. Granted, it was a Thursday afternoon, but even so it was such a surreal experience not to have anyone else there. It felt like a private showing. I didn't worry about silencing my cell phone. I didn't worry about blocking someone else's view. At one point, what with my very pregnant body, my back started to ache and I got a touch uncomfortable, so I stood up for a few minutes, stretched out my back and walked a little through the aisle before returning to my seat. It was kind of fun really. 
Anyway, that's my little anecdote for the week. Mid-afternoon, mid-week is the best time to go see a movie, if your goal is to have the fewest number of people possible with whom to share a theater.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

11 weeks

Matthew and I have successfully placed an offer and been accepted on new townhouse construction. Hopefully it will be ready in 11 weeks shortly after Matthew has started his new job and the bank says we're ready to become real adults. I give this caveat so as not to completely jinx myself, but as the clock ticks by, I can't help but look around my basement apartment and think, 11 weeks, in 11 weeks:
  • I won't have to remind my friends and family that if they want to reach me they have to call me on my home phone because we don't get really any cell phone coverage in our apartment.
  • I won't have to go outside to listen to voicemails or set my phone on the window ledge to send and receive text messages.
  • I will live an above ground existence.
  • I won't have to turn on all the lights in the middle of the day.
  • Clothing will dry in a couple of hours instead of a couple of days.
  • I won't wonder how to get rid of that mildew smell every time I walk in the door.
  • I won't need to count out my quarters and wonder how many more weeks they'll last for laundry before needing to restock at my local bank.
  • I'll have NEW carpeting, new appliances, and new hardware (nothing from before I was born).
  • I won't have to curse that stupid car that keeps taking my parking spot when I leave for Seminary in the morning, forcing me to park at the outer edges of our lot.
  • I won't smell everyone else's cooking every time I walk to my door.
But in an effort to be fair to my little apartment that really has met our needs for the last two years; in 11 weeks:
  • I'll have over double the square feet and bathrooms to clean on a regular basis.
  • I'll have to be a real adult and fix my own appliances, leaks, and other mishaps instead of calling the ever handy, prompt and very nice maintenance man.
  • I'll have to remember to take out the trash cans on trash day.
  • I'll have  lots of  stairs to contend with.
Thankfully list one is much longer than list two, or I think I might be in trouble. Here's hoping everything goes well for an 11 week departure, and that we won't be stuck in a hotel in Allentown.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Sara at 33 weeks

Just so everyone can keep track of just how large my tummy is getting, here is my at 33 weeks on Easter. Do you see that gorgeous background? That is my parent's oh so picturesque backyard all in bloom and their little lake, complete with bench swing and paddle boat. I mean really, how cute is that.

Life is still happy, and I am getting increasingly antsy about meeting my sweet baby boy. My mother asked how I knew he was going to be sweet. "Who knows, he might turn out to be a hellion," she said. "Never," I say. This boy is destined to be a sweetheart just like his daddy.

In addition to his personality, Wee Babe will also be getting his pop's long legs (at least per the ultra sound tech). But he'll have a large head just like mom. Sweet.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

32-Week Wee Babe

I can't seem to get around to taking a picture of my 32 week tummy but in the meantime, here is a picture of my 32 week Wee Babe. My doctor wanted another ultrasound to check on the growth of the boy and who am I to say no to another peak at my baby. Especially when the ultrasound tech wants to take a 3D picture. So there is my baby. He really has a normal head, or at least that's what the tech promised. That throbbing vein looking thing and the cap on his head, she says, are really his umbilical cord. What a CUTIE! I can't wait to meet him!!