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Kai Lawrence

Kai Lawrence was born on 7/15/14 at 5:29am.

He was 8 lbs 1 oz, and 20 3/4 inches long.

Here is his birth story:

On Monday, 7/14, I went to the OB’s office where I saw yet another new OB. I had been having contractions for weeks, as I have mentioned, and my blood pressure was elevated the previous Wednesday at my appointment. I figured if it was high again on Monday, I would listen to what the doc recommended, but I would also ask about being induced on Tuesday or Wednesday if he didn’t come on his own before then. Well, my bp was still elevated on Monday, and I was 3 cm dilated and 80% effaced at the appointment. Based on that news, the OB recommended I head to the hospital for labs and that I would likely stay to be induced that evening. He told me to take my time, go home and get my stuff ready, and head over. He said that he didn’t really think I had pre-eclampsia, but I did have pregnancy induced hypertension, which is also not good. He said that since I was already dilated 3cm and was 39 weeks 6 days, he saw no reason not to get the baby out sooner rather than later. I called Steve after the appointment around 3pm and told him to leave work and meet me at home because we were going to go and have a baby. We took our time at home getting everything together and got to the hospital around 4:30pm. I was under the impression that I would be sent to triage to be monitored and have labs drawn, but when we got there they already had a room ready to admit me. Alrighty then, I guess this is really happening.

We got settled into the room and the nurse had me change into a hospital gown. Someone from the lab came in to draw blood, and the nurse informed me that that the on call doc would likely order pitocin to start shortly. I think I somewhat didn’t believe that this was actually going to happen, so I asked if I should start making calls to my parents, etc to let them know that it was go time. She said yes, it was probably a safe bet. At 6:30pm, pitocin was started, and a few minutes later the on call doc came in to talk to me. I ended up really liking her, which was great. She came in, checked me (still 3 cm at this point) and proceeded to say, “ok, I’m going to break your water.” Um, ok then. She used the crochet hook thingy to do that and told me that whenever I wanted my epidural I could have it, and that she was very liberal with her drugs. Good to hear. Shortly after starting pitocin and breaking my water, I started having more regular contractions. They still weren’t too painful, and I was able to order some items from the clear foods menu. Juice, jello, slushy, etc. I ordered some extra things to keep in the fridge in the room like the nurse suggested. At 7pm, the night nurse Pam took over and told me that she would be with me all night, 7pm-7am. She told me that she had been doing this for 30 years, and let me tell you, she was amazing. Loved her.

Things progressed slowly, about 1cm per hour, and sometime a little after 8am the contractions started getting painful. I asked how long it would take to get the epidural once I said I wanted it, and the nurse told me she would find out if the anesthesiologist was in the hospital or if he would have to be called from home. Turns out he was in the OR, and could be relieved at any time to come up to my room. I debated holding off for a while, but as Pam said, the contractions are just going to get worse from here, so if I was going to get the epidural eventually either way, I might as well get it sooner rather than later. So I told her I wanted it, and the doc gave her ok. Around 8:30pm the anesthesiologist came in and gave me the epidural. By the time he got there, I was having very painful contractions, so the timing ended up being good. Once the epidural started, it was sweet, sweet relief. It was an odd sensation having my legs numb but still able to move, but I was so grateful to no longer be in pain. I could barely even tell when I was having a contraction, it was great. I told Steve that I didn’t know how anyone could do this without drugs. Obviously there are women that do it every day and holy cats do I give them props. Not for me. I think I can normally manage pain pretty well, multiple Ironmans, marathons, and ultra-marathons will teach you how to do that, but this was a whole different ballgame.

Shortly after I had my epidural my dad stopped by to visit. I told him it could still be quite a while before the baby came, it was hard to say. He headed home around 10:30pm and shortly after that my mom stopped by. She visited for a while, and then I was getting tired, so she went to the family waiting area so Steve and I could try to get some rest. I told her I would call her with an update. Around 1:30, I was checked again and was 6cm. I called my mom and told her she should probably head home and get some sleep, because things were still progressing slowly.

A few minutes after making that call, I started to feel quite a bit of pain again. I asked the nurse to press the self-administer button on the epidural, which she did. That seemed to help a little bit for a short while. Then it was as if the epidural just stopped working completely. The contractions were so painful. We pushed the button two more times and nothing. The anesthesiology nurse was called in and gave me another injection of the epidural straight into the port. It did nothing. Pam decided to check me again and I was 8cm and almost completely effaced. Each contraction was super intense and it felt like they were coming one right on top of the next (in reality, they were still 2-3 mins apart). Finally the anesthesia nurse offered fentinyl and I said yes. She injected it straight into the epidural port and with the next contraction, I could feel that the edge was taken off. Two contractions later I felt nothing. It was great. At this point I could still feel that my legs were numb but I couldn’t move them at all on my own. I tried to doze off for a while now that I was no longer in pain, and Steve and I both managed a bit of a nap.

Around 3:30am I was checked and was fully dilated. The OB came in and determined there was just a tiny bit of cervix left on two sides and told me we were going to try a push. They coached me through it since I couldn’t feel the contractions, and with one push I was complete. It was go time. I was told that for first time moms, it could take 1-3 hours of pushing, which was a little bit intimidating. I started pushing at 3:40am, and was making great progress in the beginning. The doc was very encouraging when she told me that I was doing great and there was no way this was going to take 1-3 hours. I started to get the hang of pushing, especially since now I could feel the contractions again. Steve was on my left holding my foot and Pam was on my right doing the same. There was a resident there as well, who kept telling me she could see his head, and to “curl around the baby” with each push. To be honest, she was really annoying me and I wanted to tell her to shove it. She kept making me think that the end was just around the corner when in reality I still had a long way to go. I pushed and pushed for nearly two hours, and was completely exhausted. Turns out Mister Man was stuck on my pubic bone, and no matter how hard I pushed, his head just couldn’t get through. It got to the point where his heart rate would drop after each contraction, meaning he was getting stressed. They put an oxygen mask on me and the OB came in to assess the situation. She said we couldn’t keep going like this because the baby was under too much stress. She called for a vacuum cart and quickly explained to me that she was going to try to suck him out with the vacuum, but if it didn’t work quickly, she would have to do a c-secion. I remember being so scared and looking at Steve with tears running down my cheeks. He looked kind of scared too and I told myself to hold it together and be strong. Before I knew what was happening, the doc had the suction attached to his head, and when the next contraction came I pushed as hard as I could. I heard her say great job and he was almost out, and with the next contraction I pushed again and out came his head. One more push and he was out and I immediately heard him screaming and crying. They plopped him down on my chest right away and I started bawling. Partially tears of joy, but I think mostly tears of relief that he was out and ok and it was over.

After a few minutes the nurses took him over to the warmer to get his measurements and Apgar scores (8 and 9). Then they handed him to Steve, who held him while I got stitched up.

I ended up having a 3rd degree tear from pulling him out so fast, and it seemed to take forever for the doc to stitch me up. In reality, I have no clue how long it was. Once that was done, he was placed on my chest again skin to skin, and he latched on to nurse almost immediately. The nurse was super impressed, and said that this is rare, especially for first time moms. That’s my little over achiever.

Around 6am Steve called all of our parents with the news, and my mom headed right over. Thus began a crazy day full of visitors, which was both great and so exhausting. At 7am Pam came in to say goodbye and tell me that I did a great job, and that she was so happy that he made it out before her shift was over. I gave her a big hug and thanked her for being awesome all night and told her that I was glad that she got to see the baby born before she left.

It took forever for my epidural to wear off, probably because of the amount they had to give me along with the fentinyl. My first trip to the bathroom was in a wheelchair, and I couldn’t stand or walk on my own for at least 6 or 7 hours. It’s still hard to believe sometimes that he is here and he is ours, yet at the same time it seems like he’s been with us for longer than just five days.




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39 weeks

Baby is the size of…. let’s go with a baby. Like a full sized, could come out at any time but is apparently very comfy and cozy on the inside and might be in there forever baby.

Ok, I know I am still a week from my due date. But damn, I never expected that the last couple of weeks would be such a mind game. I’m not sure why I allowed myself to get it in my head that he would come early. Maybe it was all of the comments about how he “dropped” so much a few weeks ago, or others predicting an early arrival, or the fact that I’ve been having contractions for weeks, or me just being done done done. In any case, I am still pregnant, the days are moving very slowly, and I am very uncomfortable most of the time. Patience has never been my strong suit, and though I have gotten a little better with it over the years, I can feel it wearing thin. Wah. Ok, thanks for letting me whine whine whine for a minute.

How I am feeling: see above. Really, I should not complain. Yes I am uncomfortable, but that is to be expected at this point, no? I can’t bend forward or roll over in bed or get up off the couch without gargantuan effort. I feel little feet in my ribs and poking out my sides. I am exhausted from not sleeping well. But, I know that compared to some other women at this point I don’t have it bad at all. I was able to go swimming at the pool yesterday, and it felt good to float around (I don’t know if I can call it actual swimming anymore) for 30 mins. I am still having lots of Braxton Hicks contractions, and over the weekend and on Monday I had a few that were slightly more intense and a little painful. Of course I got my hopes up, but now I am back to nada. Last week Wednesday at the doc I was 2 cm dilated and she estimated that the little guy was already 7.5+ lbs. Of course that is just an estimate she did by feeling him through my belly, but she has been at this for many years and has felt a lot of bellies. If she is correct, and I do make it to my due date next week, I fear that the kid will be huge. I can’t wait to see what she says at my appointment tomorrow. She also commented that I haven’t really been gaining any weight for the past few weeks, and I told her I was eating as much as I could but I just get full so fast. I would say my appetite has picked up a little over the past week though, so I won’t be surprised to find that I gained a pound or two. As of last week I was up 31 lbs, so right on track I guess.

Another reason it would be really great if baby boy decides to come out this week: my new OB will be on vacation next week, and my old OB will not return from maternity leave until the following week. So the week of my actual due date, I will have to see a brand new doctor that I don’t know and that doesn’t know me. Not ideal. I don’t care so much for the actual delivery, but what if I go past my due date and we need to make a decision on how to proceed? I would feel a lot better having a doc that I have seen before, but oh well. I am going to discuss this with my current doc tomorrow and see what she says.

The upside to not having a 4th of July baby was that we got to enjoy a fabulous holiday weekend with friends and family. I got my toes done for the occasion.

It started with brunch at a friends house on the morning of the 4th. Then in the evening, my mother in law, sister in law, and niece Aiva came over to grill out.

Those eyes! After dinner we headed over to the Sussex fireworks and met up with my cousins and their families. We were wondering how Aiva would like her first fireworks (she will turn one on my due date 7/15).

The answer? She LOVED them. She sat on Uncle Steve’s lap the whole time and was mesmerized. She would even get a little upset when there was a pause in the action, waving her arms until they started back up. I have never seen a kid that young love the fireworks so much instead of being scared by the noise. It was so cute and hilarious.

On Saturday we went to a party at our friends lake house complete with a pontoon boat ride.

And of course dessert!

No, I did not eat all of that by myself, it was a shared dessert plate. I swear.

Party ladies! Please excuse the fact that my eyes are closed and I look like I could take someone out with that belly. Sheesh!

Sunday was less eventful since Steve was out on a 5 hour bike ride and I was back at the house. I spent my day making banana bread, doing a little cleaning, and reading a book. I cannot even tell you how many books I have read over the past few months. Let’s just say I am getting lots of use out of my Kindle, the Amazon store, and library books. Then on Sunday night we went to tour the Labor and Delivery unit of the hospital where I will deliver. I was secretly hoping that my water would break or something while we were on the tour. How convenient would that have been? Alas, no such luck.

So there you have it. 39 weeks, still pregnant, unbelievably bored and just waiting for the little man to arrive. Luckily I have a busy day scheduled tomorrow with clients and my OB appointment, and though the house is pretty clean at this point, I suppose there is always more organizing that can be done. If you’ve made it this far through my rambling, congratulations. Please cross your fingers for me that this is the week!




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38 weeks

Baby is the size of a pumpkin, his head is about the same circumference as his abdomen, and he may have up to an inch of hair already.

Yup, still pregnant over here. Let’s see, last time I wore this shirt for a weekly photo was all the way back at week 25. What a difference three months makes.

How I am feeling: welp, now that it is July I am pretty much ready to be done at any time. Yesterday was my last day of work at the clinic, so from here on out I will just be seeing clients at my private practice. This past Friday night I had to call in sick to work for the first time ever. I was scheduled to start at 3pm, so around 1-1:30 I hopped lumbered clumsily into the shower to get ready before having some lunch and heading to work. By the time I got out of the shower, I was very nauseous and slightly dizzy. I sat down on the couch and felt like my pulse was racing, so I took it and sure enough it was hanging out at 83 bpm. I took my blood pressure and it was 134/84, so I decided to call the doc. While I was waiting for a call back from the nurse, I made some eggs thinking maybe I would feel better if I ate something. I realized I hadn’t really eaten since my breakfast bagel. By now it was after 2pm, and I decided to make the call into work. I didn’t feel like I could massage anyone, though I felt terrible having to cancel on my clients so late. By the time the nurse called back my bp was down to 120/82, a little better. She seemed to think it was a case of low blood sugar and advised eating something, resting and pushing fluids. After eating the eggs and toast with some lemonade I did start to feel better, and after a short nap I felt just fine. Then I felt super guilty for calling into work, but what am I gonna do? Oh well. Lesson learned: eat more often, even though I don’t always feel too hungry these days.

Last week I participated in my one and only “race” while pregnant. At some point several months ago (likely when I was still running and feeling good about it), I thought it would be a fun idea to sign up for a one mile race while 37 weeks pregnant. Yes, fun. It was only $10 to sign up at the time, so I figured even if I didn’t end up doing it it would be no big loss. So last Tuesday Steve and I headed downtown for the Shlitz Park Mile. Luckily it was not too hot out that night thanks to heavy fog rolling in and out off the lake. I ended up having a walking buddy since my friend Rick was injured and not planning to run.

Isn’t it funny how I barely look pregnant in this pic? We ended up finishing in 17:49, and I’m pretty sure I was having a contraction for 16 of those minutes. The best part was 4 minutes into the race when we were passing by the finish area on our way to loop around the neighborhood. All of a sudden we heard through a megaphone “WALKERS, PLEASE STAY TO YOUR LEFT. THE WINNERS ARE COMING THROUGH!” So yes, we got lapped by the winner who finished in 4:29. Ha! Overall it was fun and now I can say I “raced” while 37 weeks pregnant, but I can’t wait to actually run the race next year and see what I can do for a mile. Speaking of running, I had a dream last night that I ran the Lakefront Marathon in Milwaukee in 2:58:16 while pregnant. I think I may have even won it. Clearly I am losing my mind and need to start running again asap.

This past Saturday some friends from Masters Swim got together after our swim for a baby shower breakfast, which was so nice.

We sat outside and enjoyed some delicious food and great company before it got too hot out. I am lucky to have met so many great people through swimming, running, triathlons, etc over the years.

Let’s end with my current prediction. As much as it would be my dream come true to have a little firecracker 4th of July baby, I don’t think I will be giving birth this week. I am still having a lot of Braxton Hicks contractions, but overall I am not feeling any different than I was last week. I forgot to mention that last Wednesday at the OB I was 1.5 cm dilated and 80% effaced, so it will be interesting to see where I am at tomorrow’s appointment. The doc still tells me that these numbers have nothing to do with how soon I will go into labor, but that the “riper” the cervix is when I do go into labor (sorry that sounds really gross), the faster labor should go, so there’s that.

I guess that’s it for this week. Just sitting here in the air conditioning, biding my time, counting the days. Incidentally, after flying by at warp speed all year, time has now seemed to slow to a crawl. I am told that once I start deep cleaning and organizing random things in the house it will be time. I cleaned out and organized the pantry last week, but apparently that wasn’t enough. Come on baby boy, we want to meet you!

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37 weeks

Baby is the size of a winter melon (or bunch of swiss chard depending on who you ask). He is gaining about 1/2 oz. each day, and is practicing sucking, inhaling, exhaling, gripping and blinking. Also he is now considered full term, so yay! Let’s see a comparison shot, shall we?

Boom. And, he has definitely dropped down lower since last week.

Two days after the 37 week photo was taken, I caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror and and just about fell over.

It looks like I have a torpedo there, holy cats. And, I apologize in advance for this next one, but I felt the need to document a bare belly shot.

I will save you from the front view, it wasn’t pretty. And yes, I have resorted to wearing my husband’s boxer shorts around the house because I do not currently own a single pair of shorts that fits.

I am not really feeling a whole lot different this week. Still tired, etc, etc. I have been having quite a few contractions every day, especially on days when I am very busy and possibly overdo it a little. Last Wednesday at the OB I was 1 cm dilated, which I know does not mean anything, but it seems like some progress at least. Not that I want baby boy to come out yet, but I have to admit I am looking forward to not being pregnant. I really would feel best if he stays in there at least another week and we make it to July. Knowing my luck, he will not come early at all and I probably shouldn’t even allow myself to hope for it, but it now seems like time is slowing down a little and I am so close yet so far away. Three weeks is a long time and no time at all. Either way, I cannot wait to meet our little dude and I am dying to know what he looks like.

Steve and I celebrated our six year wedding anniversary on Saturday, which is crazy. Married for six, together for ten. Seems like yesterday we were on our first “date” at Summerfest.

2004 first date

Aw, look at those cute smiley kids. Since we were at my dad’s house on Saturday for a belated father’s day celebration, Steve and I went out to dinner on Sunday.

Hard to believe this was our last anniversary celebration before we become a family of three.

Quote of the week: While at my dad’s on Saturday, my brother witnessed the baby doing the booty thrust, thus making my belly completely lopsided. He looked at me and said, “wow, you’re looking a little lumpy there.” I pretty much died.

Conversation of the week: Every Friday at the gym after swim practice, I have the following conversation with a lady in the locker room. Said lady is older, overweight, and a little odd.

Lady: You’re still pregnant.

Me: yes.

Lady: Just kidding. When are you due?

Me: July 15th

Lady: (incredulous) You should be a lot bigger!

Me: I already feel pretty big….

This past Friday, she saw me and said well NOW you look pregnant. 

Ha! Thanks lady.

Speaking of swimming, I am still going to masters once a week. That has now become my only workout of the week, and I am fine with it. I know that I should get to the pool more often, but frankly I am over it. I go once a week because I like to see my swimming peeps, and that is the only reason I drag myself to the gym on Friday mornings at 6am.

I only have three shifts left at the clinic I work at. Today, Friday, and next Monday. Hallelujah. My hands will be so happy. I will still be seeing clients at my private practice until I can’t anymore, which means when I go into labor or my hands stop functioning completely because of the swelling. They are by far the worst in the morning, and seem to get better throughout the day. The best thing I have found that helps is running them under ice cold water periodically throughout the day.

In other news, the bathroom and nursery are done! Steve is just finishing up the baseboards in the bathroom and then it will be officially complete. I will do a separate post on the bathroom remodel since it was such a huge project. Steve has worked so hard on it for such a long time, and it turned out fantastic. Now that these rooms are complete and our living room is not full of tools, I am breathing a little easier. I feel like if baby boy came tomorrow, at least the house is pretty much in order. My hospital bag is packed, so when the time comes we should be good to go!




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36 weeks

Baby is the size of a honeydew melon. His liver and kidneys are in working order, circulation is good to go, and he is just about able to breathe on his own.

So for the first time I missed doing a weekly update last week. I was super busy, didn’t get a chance to take a good picture, and was generally exhausted. So this update will have to encompass the last two weeks…here goes.

How I am feeling: tired. So, so tired. I wake up in the morning tired, I feel like I need a nap most days, and I wake up constantly during the night. I would say that now I have to get up and pee during the night about 33% of the time. Mostly I am just incredibly uncomfortable in general, but I can now remind myself that I only have four weeks to go! Give or take of course, but it’s hard to believe that my due date is less than one month away. Crazy.

Baby boy is still very active with huge movements. He loves to thrust his bootie up and out, which makes my belly look completely lopsided. Then he will stretch his legs and I can feel his little feet poking out on my side (usually the right side but sometimes he will completely flip and I will feel them on the left. It never gets old, I still love it. I have been having contractions more frequently lately, but they are random and not painful. One night after I overdid it a little I had some painful ones that were strong enough to wake me up, but by morning they were gone. I realized I just need to me more conscious of taking it easy and getting lots of rest.

Two Wednesdays ago I met with my new OB that I will be seeing from here on out. My original doc had her baby girl and is now on maternity leave. I got to the office and the nurse took me back, took my weight as usual, and then took my BP. Turns out my BP was in the 150’s/80’s (oy!). I have never had high blood pressure in my life. In fact, it is usually in the 100’s or 110’s/60’s. The nurse waited a few minutes before taking it again, and it was down to 134/78. The doc didn’t seem too concerned about it, but wanted me to come back last week to check it again, and to call right away if I started getting headaches, dizziness or blurred vision. In the meantime, I was testing it at home daily with an automatic BP cuff, and the numbers were always fine. I went back last Wednesday with my home machine to compare with the nurse’s reading. Well guess what, the machine read high in the office! I must have a case of white coat syndrome going on. A few minutes later the nurse took it and it was back to normal. We shall see what happens tomorrow at the doc, but I am not really worried about it since my numbers have been fine at home.

In other news, I took advantage of front row parking at the grocery store the other day for the first time.

Score. As far as food goes, my new obsession is strawberries. Watermelon is still getting a lot of love as well, but strawberries are so good. I am still not able to eat too much before I am full, but I have felt a little hungrier in the past few days I think, so I just eat snacks more often throughout the day. Snacks of choice include fruit (obviously), pretzels with cream cheese, greek yogurt with berries, Frosted Mini Wheats, and Cocoa Puffs. Basically I am eating like a toddler. I am still loving lemonade in all flavor variations mixed with seltzer as well.

And another nursery update – it’s pretty much done! All we have to do is install the new ceiling fan and hang a couple of things on the walls.

My cat is obsessed with the rug and likes to roll around on it.

I love the glider & ottoman, and the cute bookshelf was a shower gift. We were able to use Target gift cards to order the rest of the necessary items we needed. The only thing we don’t have yet is a monitor, and I am really sick of researching them (we want a video monitor and the reviews on almost all of them are completely mixed). I think I am going to enlist Steve to just pick one out on Amazon and get it over with so I can stop thinking about it.


I know I’ve shown this one already, but I am showing it again because 1) I love it and 2) I need to talk about that ‘K’. There has been quite a bit of speculation and harassment about what his name is, especially amongst my extended family. Over the weekend we were at a family party and the guesses were flying. People were trying to read our body language and gauge our reaction to their guesses, it was pretty funny. I am happy to say that Steve and I held strong and did not provide any clues 🙂 Everybody will just have to wait until the little dude is here. Not too much longer!


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34 weeks

Baby is the size of a butternut squash, weighs somewhere in the 4-6 lb range, and is urinating up to a pint a day. The above picture cracks me up a little. It looks like I am literally about to tip over forwards. No wonder my back hurts.

How I’m feeling: Meh. Fine I guess. And large. And hot. Hot in a literal sense, not like Oh, I look so hot. In fact, I had to turn on the A/C on Sunday when I was sweating sitting still in the house. If you know me, you know this is not normal. Steve usually calls me the A/C nazi because I hate air conditioning and normally refuse to turn it on until it is at least 88 degrees inside. Not anymore, I tell ya. I have been sitting inside drinking ice water from an insulated cup. My favorite things to eat still include anything with a high water content. Watermelon, celery, cucumbers, all fruit really, popsicles, etc. I discovered a jug of blueberry lemonade at the store the other day and have been enjoying that mixed with seltzer for some fizz over ice. In my insulated cup. Sleep – well, some nights I do and some nights I don’t. I don’t know what it is. Saturday I woke up for the day at 4:26 and Sunday I slept in until 7:05 (glorious!). My hands are still killing me after I work, but it is what it is. I have been sleeping with my right wrist in a brace that I borrowed from my cousin and it has actually been helping my carpal tunnel. My hand is not going numb quite as often, which is always a good thing in my book.

Enough about all of that. Saturday was my baby shower at my aunt’s house and I couldn’t have asked for a more wonderful day. The weather was beautiful so we did everything outside.

My mom made up these posters with all of my weekly photos, which was so cute:




I was a little bit floored by all of the awesome gifts. So many adorable things! We were given some big ticket items such as a carseat and the mother of all mothers:

Oh yes. I am so freaking excited about this stroller, you guys. It is so smooth and maneuvers like a dream (around the deck that is). I cannot wait to go for walks with it and eventually runs with my little guy. I may take it out for a test walk through the neighborhood before he comes, don’t put it past me.

So yeah. Beyond lucky and grateful for my super-generous family and friends. Right now it looks like a baby store exploded in our living room.

And now, a little nursery update. This should probably be it’s own post eventually, but I am lazy so I will put it here. Last week I decided to tackle the intimidating project of applying the wall decals I ordered from Etsy. I was very nervous about every aspect of the project, including placing the decals in the correct spots, making sure they were level, and then of course actually adhering them to the wall. Steve helped with the first one (the K) since he has done decals on vehicles in the past, and once I saw how it was done I felt a little better. Once I got going, I would say the whole thing probably took 4-5 hours or so, and really wasn’t that hard. I started one night and finished the next morning. I really could not be any happier with how they turned out. Excuse the poor lighting in this photo and try to tell me it is not the cutest thing you have ever seen.

Yes, his name starts with a K and that’s the only clue that will be given 😉 Eventually the decal with his whole name will be up there but I am saving it for the end in case we have any curious visitors over the next few weeks. So the first night I did the K and the waves. I drew a pencil line on the wall with a level to make sure the waves would be straight across. I also drew level lines for the K, the hook, and some of the bigger pieces that I thought would look weird If they were crooked. Everything else I just king of placed on where I thought it would look good. I didn’t stray too much from the sample picture on Etsy because I am not that creative and I liked how it looked on there. The kid better love this ocean scene because I am not taking it down probably ever.

Steve also got around to installing the drawer pulls on the dresser, and I am in love with those as well.

Orange boat cleats, also found on Etsy.

I never thought I would have this much fun decorating the nursery, and when it is all done it is sure to be my favorite room in the house. All of baby boy’s clothes, sheets, blankets, towels, and diapers are washed and ready to go, and I am confident that I will finish organizing everything over the next week or so. Only 6 weeks to go!!

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33 weeks

Baby is the size of…wait for it…a durian fruit. In case you are like me and have no clue wtf a durian fruit is, it’s this:

Clears things right up, yes? Little dude is busy keeping his eyes open while awake, and he is starting to coordinate breathing with sucking and swallowing. Also more major brain development is going on for Mr. Smarty Pants.

Can we talk about the glorious 3 day weekend? I could not even tell you the last time I had 3 days off of all types of work in a row. I took off Monday because I thought we might go out of town for the weekend, but we ended up staying home in favor of getting things done at the house. For the first time in WI history, it was a beautiful Memorial Day weekend, and we had a good mix of relaxing, enjoying the weather, and getting stuff done. Saturday and Sunday both involved lots of time outside and cooking out with friends. I have discovered my new favorite summer drink.

Starbucks very berry hibiscus refresher. So good, especially when sipped outside in the shade. Turns out I am now a bit sensitive to the sun/heat. One day last week I was sitting out in the sun, and though it wasn’t even particularly hot out, I suddenly felt overheated and went inside only to discover little heat bumps on my arms. Sad. I am hoping I return to my super-hot sun-loving ways as soon as the little guy is on the outside. I have also been getting short of breath really easily, and I feel like baby boy is definitely crowding my diaphragm at this point. He continues to move around quite a bit, and it’s usually huge strong movement that can be viewed from the outside.

As for me, everything I do feels like it takes massive effort, including rolling over in bed, getting up out of a chair, walking up stairs, and especially putting on shoes. Thank goodness it is flip flop season. Surprisingly, working still feels ok. I am trying to sit more when I massage to conserve energy, but for the most part it’s going ok. My hands are another story and are in rough shape after I work between the swelling and soreness. I haven’t been able to wear my wedding rings in a couple of weeks. I am going to start icing them at night to see if that helps. I am always exhausted after I finish working, but what’s new. I just looked and I only have five weeks left of working at the clinic (through June 30th), and after that I will only be working at my own practice until the baby comes (assuming I still can!).

After my swim on Monday (first swim in over a week, oops!), I decided that I must be productive and assemble the crib while Steve was busy grouting tile in the shower. He helped get the huge box into the nursery and we unpacked everything.

After looking through the directions, I was questioning my decision. The diagrams looked really complicated, and I really didn’t know if I would be able to do it by myself. I decided to just start and take my time, and four hours later:

I only needed Steve’s help twice for parts that required two sets of hands. I am pretty impressed with myself, I have to say. I am going to pretend for now that I didn’t just shove all of the crap to the other side of the nursery and that it is all nice and clean and organized. At least progress is being made, right?

So, it is officially freaking me out how fast time is going by now. Seven weeks seems so short, and I can’t believe we are so close to meeting our son. I really can’t wait to see what he looks like and watch him open his eyes to the world for the first time.

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