Friday, 27 July 2012

Reasons in no particular order

11 Reasons Why I Wish I Could Be Pregnant Forever
  1. The ever present anticipation and excitement of new life is incredible and beautiful!
  2. I enjoy getting random smiles from strangers and having a built in conversational ice breaker with just about anyone!
  3. Having people think I am adorable even when I wear a two piece bathing suit and make absolutely no effort to suck in my tummy is lovely!
  4. Feeling my little one roll, kick, squirm and grow inside of me is one of the most indescribable and amazing sensations in the world!
  5. Maternity clothes are way more comfy than regular clothes!
  6. I love the bonding time with Adam as he interacts with the baby.
  7. Having a little person I love so much inside my body makes me want to make better healthier choices for the both of us.
  8. I am learning SO MUCH cool stuff. I mean, this whole process is kind of ridiculously cool!
  9. I can take my baby out with me with little to no preparation, I don't have to worry that they will get fussy and I definitely won't lose them at the mall!
  10. I have these few months to dream, hope and pray for this baby without any limitation. Everything is new and possible.
  11. Being entrusted with the task of carrying life is an honour that I try to never take for granted. 
11 Reasons Why I am thankful I Won't Be
  1. Looking at a glass of water and having to judge how much I can drink based on the estimated time it will turn into the crushing need to pee and the location of the nearest bathroom is annoying to say the least.
  2.  It will be nice to actually have to climb a mountain to reach the state of out of breathness that currently only requires a trip up the stairs.
  3. My chest region has long since past the point of pleasantly voluptuous and is now simply large and incredibly inconvenient. (Yes I realize this will stick around for breast feeding too, but its kind of the same package)
  4. The sudden hormone surges that make me feel like I need to check myself into a mental clinic can be anywhere from awkward to downright frightening.  
  5. I miss being able to sleep. (Again, I know this won't change after the baby, but at least then I will be getting up for a reason rather than just lying in bed wishing I could sleep, but being too restless to actually do so.)
  6. Getting out of bed, shaving my legs, putting on my pants, all things that are getting increasingly difficult.
  7. Having to think about everything I ingest in terms of how it will affect the baby is tiresome. I look forward to being able to drink coffee, eat a tuna sandwich, and have my eggs with a soft yolk again!
  8. While this time of rest has been a wonderful blessing and I know I will look back on it at times and wish I could be here again, I also get really bored and can't wait to have this little one out so I have something to put my time and energy into!
  9. Constipation... Need I say more?
  10. I have a lot of baby stuff and nothing to do with it :p
  11. I've said this before, but right now it feels as though my baby and I are in a strange paradoxical relationship where they are the closest they will ever be to me and yet, at the same time they are the most out of reach. I want to see them, interact with them, and really get to know them!

Thursday, 19 July 2012

A Tid Bit of Life

Ok its time for an actual update on how things are going in my little corner of the world. The past couple of weeks have held their fair share of triumphs and disappoints for our little family. After what must be almost a year we finally got our car on the road. The poor girl had been having trouble passing Aircare and since we couldn't insure her without it she was out of commission for quite some time. Thankfully though, we finally found a place that did what needed be done and now she is up and running! Yay for not having to bring your newborn home on the bus! Speaking of homes, however, there is where we have had less success. Adam and I (mostly I as he lives in Maple ridge during the week) have been living with Adam's mom, Holly, since May. I have to say first off that this has been a huge blessing and has made things a lot easier than they might have been. We are both so thankful that she was willing and able to give us a transition place where we could relax a bit and get things together while we planned for our little one's arrival. Recently though we have been looking for our own place again as we wanted to be all set up and settled before Bean gets here at the end of September and this is where things haven't been going so great. I literally check craigslist and various other classifieds every couple of hours and contact anything that looks remotely possible as soon as it comes up, but so far its all been for naught. We had a disappointment last week when a place that we really loved and that seemed pretty sure to turn out ended up turning us down. It was hard not to become disheartened, but now I am on the hunt again and praying that the reason we didn't get that place was because there is something better for us. Still, as each day passes and nothing seems to come up I have to fight of the frustration and anxiety that comes with not being able to "nest" properly. 
In other more baby specific news our little one seems to be doing wonderfully! All of our doctors appointments have gone swimmingly, I feel pretty great most of the time, and baby is getting so strong that I sometimes worry they will bust right out of there! Ever since the day we found out that we were expecting I have loved this baby deeply, but it seems that now that I am in my third trimester (ya, did I mention that before? Final stretch!) and I can feel them so clearly, now that I can tell where little feet are and see them wiggling around my anticipation for their arrival and my love for them has exploded again! Even though I can't see, hold, touch, or hear them yet, I finally feel as though I am getting to know them for the individual little life that they are. It boggles my mind at times to think that there is a whole life waiting to be lived inside of my body. There is a person who will have their own unique goals, dreams, desires, fears and struggles and they are spending their first months on earth tucked away inside of me. I am home to a being that has never existed before and never will  again! How crazy is that!? I guess that's why they call it the miracle of life, because its miraculous in every way.
As for me. Well, I am getting my fair share of stretch marks, heat exhaustion and general baby growing pains, but nothing I can't handle and definitely nothing that isn't utterly worth it. Pregnancy isn't easy, but I wouldn't trade the experience for the world. Its times like these that I am so thankful God made me a woman! 


And now of course, some pictures!
Completed and in progress home made receiving
blankets made from Adam's baby sheets :)

29 Weeks + 3 Days

A rose Adam grew for Bean. We dried it :)

I love my little baby <3

Thursday, 12 July 2012

I Don't Wanna..

WARNING: This post may be offensive to some.

I do not want to give birth in a hospital. I do not want the lights. I do not want the doctors and nurses. I do not want the strange surroundings. And I most definitely do not want a bunch of strangers trying to tell me that I need to be pumped full of all kinds of things in order to have a baby. Now stop, take a breath, relax and stop planning all the comments you might be wanting to make about how naive I am and how I should be so thankful for the fact that I have access to the healthcare I do. I am thankful. I often think about how grateful I am to live in a country where I know that I will have care I need if I get sick. I sometimes wonder how people manage without the care we have and I have a deep respect for doctors and what they do for us. But here's the kicker, giving birth is not an illness. It is not a disease and often times it is not even an emergency. Yes I know that sometimes things change or don't go the right way. I myself am a C-section baby and I am so glad the surgeon was able to get me and my siblings out because we wouldn't have made it out if it weren't for them. HOWEVER, my birth was an anomaly. Why then is the percentage of babies born by c-section in the range of 30% in Canada now? Why is it continuing to climb? I don't claim to be an expert on these things but something about that seems wrong to me. A process that was once a natural part of a woman's life has been transformed into an experience that is feared from a young age. You see it everywhere. Movies, TV, even stories shared by woman. Its the typical scene, a woman's water breaks and suddenly she is rushed to the hospital put in a wheel chair and the next thing you see is her lying on her back screaming while countless medical professionals run in  yelling instructions and telling her to push while her legs are strapped up in stirrups. Eventually a when the baby does finally make its way out its umbilical cord is cut before has the chance to adjust and it is whisked away to be examined. Now lets just take a second here and think about any other natural bodily process from sex to going to the bathroom. Lets just say for example that you really have to go #2 (please forgive the crassness, but I am making a point. You don't have to read it if it offends.). So say you really have to go to the bathroom and you head to the toilet and all the sudden there are a bunch of people standing around you saying "poooop!!! come on you can do it!!! Just one more and it will be out!". I don't know about you, but I would be done for. Heck I can't even pee in a public washroom if I think a stranger is in earshot! So you are sitting there, trying to perform for all these people and the more you try the more tired you get and you start to feel discouraged and so they tell you that something isn't going right and that they need to intervene. You start to feel like its your fault for not being good at pooping when its something you should be able to do so you get even more stressed and eventually you are so tired and so disheartened that when a doctor tells you that they are going to have to cut the poop out you agree because you don't feel like there is any other way. Well no freaking kidding. While I KNOW that birth and taking a poo are hardly comparable in their magnitude they are both personal experiences that open you up to being vulnerable and generally are more easily accomplished without major stessors. Again sex, like birth, is something that usually takes a degree of calm and peace to be enjoyed and completed. Too much pressure can really set things back, especially for women. You read about it, they talk about it on talk shows and some of you have probably experienced that for the most part woman (and men) get more pleasure from sex when they are in a relaxed state of mind and able to focus on the task at hand. So why then is birth treated so differently? Because its more messy? It happens less often? Perhaps. Perhaps it is the realm of unknown that seems frightening (I mean, especially for first timers, its not like labour is something you really get to practice), but maybe it doesn't have to be so bad. What if more woman had this experience, even if they are in a hospital, what if more woman took control and just did what their body told them instead of being pressured and pushed to perform? What if they were given a safe, quiet environment? What if they were given the choice of having those only they feel safest with nearest them unless absolutely necessary? What if they were encouraged to relax and do what felt right for their bodies even if that meant dancing, squatting, being in water or something else? I know for me when I feel lower back pain sometimes just relaxing and swaying my hips, squatting a bit or taking a bath relieves it. So what about the same idea for birth? See, I am not even talking about extreme things here like being in a field or having incense and chanting. All I am saying is that maybe this fear of birth and this image we have has actually made it a lot scarier and a lot more difficult than it needs to be. Maybe the reason SO many births turn into emergencies is because instead of allowing ourselves to gently and knowingly respond to what out body is telling us it needs we are letting someone who cannot be inside our heads decide what is the best thing for us to make us most comfortable. We are being asked to preform one of our most personal life experiences for an audience that is not only unfamiliar, but even frightening. To me that seems like a recipe for disaster. 

 Now some comics I found. These are for those of us that are of the visual persuasion :p