Showing posts with label 3rd trimester. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 3rd trimester. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Week 39: A Peek Into Bed Rest




OK. So technically, I'm resting in a chair. But I'm doing it casually.

Blouse: Express
Tank: H&M Mama
Pants: H&M Mama
Necklace: Forever 21

Working from home has its benefits when you are pregnant. You can sit down when you feel like the load is too heavy to carry any further. You can grunt and make ugly, contorted faces without fear of embarrassment when the dropping baby leans on your pelvic wall. Getting fully dressed is optional, as are shoes. It really isn't so bad.

But the waiting. Like Inigo Montoya, I hate waiting. 39 weeks and counting; I'm ready to get this show on the road since I am down to two pair of pants that fit and most shirts are struggling to contain my girth. Mid-drift shirts and pregnancy do not go hand in hand. Let's do this thing, already.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

The Things They Don't Tell You About Having a Baby

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There is so much they don't tell you in all the baby books. They will give you advice that will stunt your every move - Don't color your hair! Don't have coffee! Don't eat anything delicious! - and they will have every angle or opinion around natural birth vs. epidurals, or breast vs. formula feeding. This is all great information to have to inform the choice that works best for you. But after the baby is born, there are little details they leave out. These are the little details that you may only hear from your best girlfriend who has been there and done that.

If you don't have a close friend that has had a baby yet, or perhaps you have a good friend who doesn't want to freak you out, then consider this article your surrogate. I was fortunate enough to have a great friend fill me in on some of the crucial "I just gave birth - now what?" details while we were getting mani/pedis during my first pregnancy. I'm sure my eyes grew wide as saucers while listening to her dish, but I considered her tips to be the most important that I received. I will now share those, and few I discovered on my own, with you.
  1. Take as many mesh panties as you can from the hospital before you check out. Forget Hanky Pankys; mesh panties are your new best friend if you have a vaginal delivery. We are talking granny panties to the extreme made out of breathable, hair net-style mesh. They are hideous, they look like a diaper and you will want to wear nothing else in place of underwear for the next 4-6 weeks. The hospital provides a couple pairs to you, but if you are able, grab a few more. The thin material rips and wears out quickly but these things provide the comfort that you need in those healing weeks. 
  2. Water squirt bottles should be on hand at all times. While you are lifting things from your hospital room, be sure to grab an extra water bottle. No, this is not for hydration. This is to squirt water onto your lady bits while you urinate. If you have a vaginal delivery, you will have some level of tearing and the only thing that provides relief from your acidic pee is a continuous stream of water to dilute it all. Why two bottles? Let me share a story. I braved a trip to Target when my son was about three weeks old and found myself needing to use the ladies' room. I left my trusty water bottle at home and had to pee solo. I'm fairly sure that by the sounds of my screams, my fellow patrons thought I was being stabbed in the stall. Learn from me; one bottle stays in the bathroom, one lives in the diaper bag at all times.
  3. Your first poop will be like giving birth all over again. I don't mean that in the sense that you will look at what you created with pride, joy and awe while you cuddle and kiss it. I mean that after the struggle of pushing it out, you will be so relieved that it is finally out of you that you might cry. When the hospital offers you stool softener, gobble it like candy.
  4. Your body is not your own for a while and it is OK to struggle with this. Whether you breastfeed or not, you are bound to the feeding habits of your child. You are up and down at all hours, responding to every sound your little one makes with breathless fear, happiness, anxiety and exuberance. If you are breastfeeding, you are a walking, talking milk bag. If you aren't pulling your baby off the boob, you might be pulling your partner off of them. The ultimate flattery and curse after having a baby is beautiful, buoyant breasts that your partner wants to play with on loop. As much as I love my husband and as sexy as he is, I found myself just wanting to be left alone at times. It was too much for me and my boobs to handle at one time, but I had a hard time verbalizing this without coming off as insulting or rejecting to my husband. I learned that is OK, even IMPORTANT, to have ownership over my body and say that I just needed a little break. And because my husband respected that, I soon found myself in the space where I wanted to have a little fun with my husband and my enhanced chest.
  5. Exhaustion - it is only temporary. There were a couple nights when my son was two months old that I had tears streaming down my face while I was feeding him at around 2 a.m. They weren't tears of joy; I was beyond the point of sanity due to exhaustion. It makes perfect sense that sleep deprivation is a form of torture. While I was crying, I was looking down at this perfect being who was slowly slipping into a milk coma. One phrase got me through it all - "This is all temporary." I took comfort in this thought since it brought the notion that one day, I would sleep again. But it also made me appreciate what I had before me and all that I was experiencing in the wee hours of the morning. He would only be this little, this dependent and this fragile for a short period of time. There were only so many days where I could hold him on my chest and hear the low, sweet rasp of his steady, sleeping breath. As I now have to ask my son to come over to give me a hug and a kiss between his steady stream of activities, I realize more than ever how precious those tired late night hours are. So relax, mamas. You will be tired, but sadly, it is only temporary. Soak it all in. It is worth every second.

Monday, September 23, 2013

Week 38: Getting Away Before Baby Arrives





My exact words to my husband: "If we don't go now, we won't go for months and months." So off we went.

Tunic: H&M (similar)
Pants: H&M Mama (similar)
Necklace: Forever 21
Bracelets: Forever 21
Sunglasses: Ray-Ban
Boots: Frye Melissa Button

Our favorite restaurant, Cook St. Helena, just launched a new brunch menu. If anything drives my motivation to get off the couch right now, it is food. When my husband debated on whether we should take the trip north into Napa, I pushed for us to go because once the baby arrives, the ability to sneak away for an hour or two dwindles. We left our son with his grandparents and drove up beautiful Hwy. 29 for a fantastic morning meal. On the way back, we stopped and snapped some pictures with the beauty of wine country as the backdrop for my giant belly. The crisp fall air gave me the perfect opportunity to bring back out my boots. Fall is arriving just in time for me to fit back into my non-maternity clothes. Bring on the sweaters and boots! And bring on this baby!

Friday, September 20, 2013

Week 37: Will You Hold My Ack-Pack?





I'm working from home and loving it.

Chambray button-up: Target
Tee: Gap Maternity
Pants: H&M Mama (similar)
Sunglasses: Ray-Ban
Loafers: Target (similar)
Backpack: Skip Hop

I realize that the grass is always greener on the other side. For every fantasy that I have about being a stay-at-home mom, I know there is an argument for why it is wonderful to have an outlet at work outside of the home. Since I've been forced to slow down and conserve my fluids, I feel like I've had the best of both worlds - working from home all day via the wonders of modern technology and the ability to take my son to and from school each day. We are both in love with his little backpack, or "ack-pack" as he likes to call it. He will wear it proudly for about 30 seconds, then drop it off with me and ask, "Will you hold my ack-pack, Mommy?" He gets so excited about school that an ack-pack just slows him down as he darts into school with a giant grin.

Being home has also slowed down the necessity to dress up. Or to get out of my pajamas. Or comb my hair. I realized yesterday that I was sliding down the scale into a complete slovenly state so I put on real clothes, statement shoes and a simple ponytail. With a little lip gloss, I felt downright fancy, ack-pack and all.

Monday, September 16, 2013

Week 36: Kicking My Feet Up, Figuratively and Literally


Peekaboo! Here I am, turning up from my missing status on the blog. I have excuses. Are you ready to hear them?

First, my low fluid issues from my last pregnancy are making a small appearance again this time around. I'm not in the danger zone like I was last time, but I'm on the low end of normal. Weekly scans came right around the same time as massive projects at work and I hit my limit on stress and worry. Luckily, I have a very supportive boss who nearly made me cry when he said the words, "Do you need to be here? Let's have some perspective," when discussing the option of working from home. I've been working from home for the past week, swollen feet up on the couch, yoga pants in full effect. It's nothing pretty for the blog but it has been beautiful for my soul. It has also allowed me to stabilize on the fluid front, for which I'm extremely grateful.

There was one milestone I needed to get through before I felt fully comfortable with having a baby at any moment. My friend got married last weekend and at 9 months pregnant, I was in the bridal party. There was no way I would let modified bed rest or a three hour drive interfere with a major life event of someone who has been a huge part of my life since I was five years old. This was the last, big, kick-your-heels-up-and-celebrate moment before my butt gets plunked back down on the sofa until early October. And it was a great weekend - from watching our little toddlers play and hug all weekend, to the little beautiful touches on a gorgeous shabby-chic themed backyard wedding, to watching two people deeply in love honor each other in such a special way - I am so glad I was able to be a part of it.

I was floating around happily in my petal pink dress with my belly on full display while guests asked when I was due. When I told them, "Three weeks," jaws dropped and downward glances were cast, as though they were waiting for the baby to fall out of me and dangle by the umbilical cord at any moment. What I wanted to say is that exhausted and uncomfortable as I was, delivering anytime after that night would be fine with me. Instead, I just smiled at the wide-eyes and looks of pity staring down at my nether regions.

Here is a glimpse into the weekend:


Dress: David's Bridal (not a bad selection for maternity options)






Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Week 34: Concert Attire, Maternity Style



Last week was the week that Flickr failed me. Sorry for my absence from the picture-posting scene.

Dress: Asos Maternity (on sale now!)
Jacket: Abercrombie & Fitch
Necklace: Claire's
Sunglasses: H&M
Purse: gift
Flats: Target

I tried to post pictures using my Flickr account all last week and got booming failure messages each time. Since patience is not my virtue at almost 9 months pregnant, I threw my hands in the air and walked. What I'm really trying to say here is that technology is making me cranky. Also on the cranky list: putting on shoes, breathing while walking up stairs, sitting, standing, sleeping and working. Everything except eating. I'm still really good with eating.

This is what I wore a week ago to an outdoor amphitheater concert at a winery. The weather was hot yet the perfect soft breeze kicked in at night. I was so happy to be able to find another occasion to wear my favorite ASOS maternity maxi. Despite questioning whether I might give birth during one of Chris Isaak's high notes, I was comfortable and felt put together - a rare feeling in these last pregnancy days.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Week 33: Pops of Color, Drops of Water



I spent most of the time during these quick photo snaps fearing for my safety. Well, the safety of my clothes, that is.

Blouse: Nordstrom Rack
Pants: Gap Maternity
Sunglasses: Ray-Ban
iPad case: roocase
Heels: UO

Last night, my son learned how to spray the hose. His tiny fingers mustered up enough strength to pull the trigger on the hose nozzle and he quickly took aim. As much as we tried to encourage him to focus on the flowers and the trees, he got too caught up in the excitement of it all and turned the hose on us. I took a shot straight to the knees, to which my son would shout, "Oh, sowwy (sorry)! Sowwy, Mommy!" while laughing a high pitched giggle. I think this may have been his first sorry-not-sorry apology.

After changing my pants, I returned to the backyard to see my husband, sitting in a lawn chair, sunglasses on his smirking face. Keagan was spraying him in the knee at close range and the ever-tolerant Daddy was simply taking it. That was when Keagan positioned himself in front of my husband and delivered a full blast right to his crotch. When Kevin just sat there, shaking his head, and he looked up at me with a look that said, "This is your son," I fell into a ball of laughter.

It was not so funny this morning when Keagan tried to interrupt my backyard shoot with the hose. After lots of "no no no's" between snaps, I figured if I couldn't beat him, he could just join me. It saved me a change of clothes - and I kinda liked the comfortable over-sized maternity blouse and maternity pants I was wearing.


Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Week 32: It's an Illusion

From the front, does this look like a pregnant lady (we are talking belly only - not unwashed bun hair and sunglasses covering tired, baggy eyes, which are the obvious giveaways)?:


Then swing to the side, and BOOM!


Belly for days.

Dress: H&M (similar)
Leggings: Forever 21 (similar)
Necklace: LOFT
Sunglasses: Ray-Ban
Boots: Steven by Steve Madden (similar)

From the front, the stripes on this dress-turned-maternity-tunic seem to mask my girth. You always hear that "horizontal stripes make you look wider", but I've never found that to be entirely accurate. In the case of maternity, I've found stripes to actually level things out quite a bit (as shown here and here). Sure, my silhouette may look like I'm smuggling a basketball, but at 32 weeks, there really is no avoiding the inevitable. It's my look and I'm gonna rock it...but if stripes can help camouflage me through the final weeks, then bring them on.

Can we bring on the sleep next? Because that would really help me in the motivation to get dressed department.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Week 30: So Close, Yet So Far




It's official. I've hit that point in pregnancy where physically, I'm kinda ready to be done.

Jacket: H&M
Tank: Gap Maternity
Pants: H&M Mama (similar)
Bag: Banana Republic
Flats: Steve Madden

Don't get me wrong. I'm overjoyed about this baby. But I'd be lying if I said I was one of those people who basks in the glow of pregnancy. Physically, I'm slowing down to a crawl and I still have ten weeks left. A stomach bug hit our house and took down good ol' Mom first. I'm getting a big, wide pregnancy nose. This baby kicks and punches at my stomach like she is trying to burst through my abdominal walls. I would say that I'm happy that at the very least, I don't have swollen ankles yet, but that is almost asking for a jinx - like when you say you are happy you washed your car, then it rains the next day.

To lift my spirits, I bought a few maternity tees from Gap. They really are the best quality for the price. I love this peach tank top. The material is soft and flowing and I can layer it with nearly anything. So, even if I feel like I'm going to collapse, I can try to look cute while doing it.

Monday, July 15, 2013

Week 29: Maxi-mum Simplicity




The key to my life right now is keeping things as easy as possible. Enter the maternity maxi dress.

Dress: Old Navy (on sale now!)
Diaper Bag: Timi & Leslie - Charlie bag
Aviators: H&M (similar)
Necklace: Charlotte Russe
Sandals: Target (similar)

Between work, chasing a toddler and feeling the side-splitting stretch of my abdominal wall, I am waddling through the days with a tired grin on my face. In each obligation that I strive to fulfill, my wardrobe has reflected my need to keep things simple. This maternity maxi from Old Navy has been a staple since I started showing. Throw on a necklace, a scarf and a purse and you have a different outfit combination each time. In the summer heat, a maxi can still look comfortably dressed up when all you want to do is wind down.

On Sunday, I headed to the opening of my friend's new burger restaurant in downtown Campbell. The restaurant is called Brown Chicken Brown Cow, which is the most hilarious name of a restaurant I have ever heard. A ponytail and flat sandals, in combination with my beloved Timi & Leslie bag, was the perfect option for scarfing down a delicious crispy proscuitto burger while picking my son's discarded crayons and sweet potato fries off the floor. But hey, I did put on a necklace to be somewhat fancy, which I then proceeded to drag right through a pile of ketchup. Yep. Keeping it simple.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

28 Weeks: iPad Lovin' and Hullabalu Review





The trusty iPad has been a constant companion these days.

Jacket: Ben Sherman
Top: Gap Maternity (similar)
Pants: Forever 21 (similar)
Wedges: Payless
iPad2 cover: roocase

I'm a nesting fiend right now. All I want to do is get the baby's room done, clean the house of clutter and get organized in life. This becomes increasingly difficult to accomplish when all my toddler wants to do is play with the baby's toys, pull everything out of boxes and create chaos. Sometimes, I just need him to sit down for ten minutes so I can do my chores. Enter the iPad. I hate being the parent that turns on Netflix (though I try to put on Leapfrog learning cartoons) and plops down her kid, but sometimes, mama has to do the dishes uninterrupted.

To balance this mindless activity, I've been on the hunt for great interactive apps. I've been fortunate to partner with Hullabalu in the past. I'm happy to report that Mr. Bibs, who has now been renamed the apt "Monkey", still sleeps with Keagan and his beloved Lambie every night. When Hullabalu shared that they were creating a new educational and interactive story app, I jumped at the chance to give it a test run.

The app, Pandora The Fearless Beribolt, shares the story of Pandora, an adorable little bear that lives in the clouds. She loves to explore and the application allows you to navigate her through the story. The graphics are bright and vivid and really held my little 2 year old's attention. The story is humorous and entertaining. My son liked interacting with Pan and her little friends as the story progressed. The app is intended for kids 4+, so I had to do much of the navigation to keep things going for him, but I know that in a few months he will be able to handle it on his own. The app is $3.99 and is only for the iPad and iPad mini. It is a small price to pay for providing interaction and education for kids while giving yourself the time to perhaps pull your hair into a ponytail (that is about all I have time for these days...). I recommend Hullabalu!

* Disclosure: Hullabalu provided the opportunity for me to test the app in beta form, but the opinions stated are, as always, my own.

Monday, July 8, 2013

Week 28: Still In The Swing Of Things

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Yup. Still got it, even with lots to get in the way of my swing.

Dress: Motherhood Maternity
Sunglasses: H&M

Is this outfit blog-worthy? Absolutely not. This is what I was wearing after getting out of the pool in 100 degree heat. (Though I will say this dress is the most comfortable summer maternity dress that I own.)

But that swing - blog-worthy. Brag-worthy. I'm not even going to humble-brag. I'm going to flat out boast that at seven months pregnant, I can still swing a 7-iron straight at the pin and come up only a few yards short of the flag. Mama's still got it...even if that one swing did wipe me out and force me to sit down and drink lemonade for the rest of the day. If that one swing provides me with one moment of my body performing like the old me, I'll take it.

Friday, July 5, 2013

Week 27: A Fabulous 4th of July


It was a day full of food, bouncy houses, swimming and extreme heat.

Tank: H&M Mama (similar)
Necklace: Forever 21
Skirt: Old Navy maternity (similar on sale now)
Sunglasses: H&M
Sandals: Target

I love spending the 4th of July in Sonoma. There is a small town feel that vibes perfectly with the down home celebrations of Independence Day. The parade, complete with fire engines, clydesdale horses and food tents was the perfect fit for a day full of celebration. I pulled together the few maternity items I had that fit the red, white and blue theme of the day, keeping in mind that the heat was bearing down upon us at 9 AM.

Speaking of independence, most of the day was spent watching my 2 1/2 year old son exert his burgeoning independent streak. He can climb the ladder in the bouncy house himself. No! He can jump in the pool himself. But of course, when pregnant Mommy is overheated and on the verge of collapsing in 100 degree temperatures, it becomes, "Mommy! Hold you! I want to hold you!" Which translates to "Pick me up and carry me!" I couldn't complain because I'm sure that soon he will not want me to hold him at all because he can do it HIMSELF.

Hope everyone had a safe and happy 4th!

Friday, January 14, 2011

The Best of the 3rd Trimester

OK, so I'm kind of cheating.  This post starts at 24 weeks, which isn't technically the third trimester, but since I included part of my first trimester in my last post, I figured this would even things out a bit.  I think what I'm most proud of for the third tri is that I didn't give up.  I kept searching for ways to dress for my shape, regardless of the occasion, and I didn't spend hardly any money to do so.  I worked my closet hard and ultimately, stayed true to who I am and how I want to represent myself.  Sure, I slipped into Uggs and yoga pants just like the best of us, but I did so on the days where I wanted to represent myself as "I'm pregnant and I'm comfortable. Deal with it."

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