Tomorrow my baby girl, Molly Elizabeth, will be two weeks old. I plan on catching up and posting her birth pictures and the stories of the last two weeks as soon as I can (which I hope is tomorrow).
I'm madly in love with my new daughter. We all are. Isn't she beautiful?
Tonight I was tucking Brenna into bed, and Jamie was taping us with the camcorder, exactly as he did two years ago on the night before I had Brenna.
I thought he was capturing the cutest moment. Brenna was hugging my belly goodnight, and she started whispering to it. She was so sweet and engrossed in her own world. The conversation she was having with the baby looked very serious, as if she really understood that everything will change tomorrow. Then she touched my belly button and jumped up and touched my mouth and said, "Here's your soup, Mommy!"
I thought she understood we were meeting the baby tomorrow, but now I'm not so sure.
It's a big day tomorrow. One of my girls will become a big sister as she is waking up, and the other will introduce herself to the world.
Goodnight to both of my babies.
On Thursday morning, my mom took Brenna to her 2-year-old doctor's appointment because it was at the same time as my 38 week (and last!) OB appointment. I couldn't change either time or date, so my mom offered to help us out.
Brenna is 28 lb. 4 oz. and 35.5 inches (still very tall, but she has only grown half an inch since her 18-month appointment). She didn't get any shots, though she needs one after June 10th. I warned my mom that Brenna is difficult to pin down, and the doctor couldn't even check her heart because she fought him so much. He told my mom that the 2-year-old appointment is the hardest!
After my final appointment (I have officially gained 37 lb. this pregnancy), I met Brenna back at my parents' house, where Erin, Maura and Bobby were waiting. My mom and Erin wanted to give Brenna her presents before her birthday on Saturday. My parents got her clothes, a Disney Princess chair, a Disney Princess sleeping bag and a Little People farm. Erin and her family got her a Cinderella blanket with her name on it, a Sleeping Beauty dress-up dress and Disney Princess flip flops. Mommom got her clothes, pj's and a Disney Princess ball. Brenna was thrilled with it all. We all took her to MM farm and had an ice cream lunch, and then I took her home for a much needed nap.
On Friday, after Brenna's last day of school, Jamie, Brenna and I celebrated her birthday with a pizza party and more early present opening.
Jamie and I gave her a Little Mermaid tricycle, doll stroller, doll high chair, Little Mermaid and Cinderella "big girl" bath towels, Dora and Diego videos, a Dora book, her first Barbie, a Disney Princess bat and ball and her first (pink) baseball glove. She really loved her new bike, but I won't lie - she was equally as happy with the purse Jamie brought home for her when picking up party supplies... from the Dollar Store!
That night, Brenna went to bed fully aware that her birthday and party were the next day. She might have actually fallen asleep with a smile on her face, saying, "Happy me! Suprise me? Happy me!" We practiced singing, "Happy Birthday to Brenna/me," and she kept talking about her party and cake and balloons, and woke up talking about it all when Jamie and I went in to greet her together. It was her special day!
Unlike her big first birthday party, we decided to have just the immediate family over this year. But, that still meant more than 20 people at our house. Luckily, everything was great, including the weather. Most of the BBQ food was pretty good (Jamie grilled and I made pasta salad for the first time and my favorite knock-off of California Pizza Kitchen's BBQ Chicken Salad). The only thing that I screwed up were the potatoes, which were delicious when I made them for me and Jamie recently, but I didn't factor in that when you make 10 times the amount two people eat, they need 10 times as long to cook. Oh, well, Jamie was great and did a ton of the cleaning up so that I could sit down, and I think everyone had a nice time.
On round three of birthday presents, Brenna scored with a Radio Flyer inch worm, tea party books and clothes from Cathy, Jim, Danny and Matt; outfits and a kite from Kelly and Ian; outdoor/summer-themed gifts (a new baby pool, sunglasses, pool noodle, big rubber ball, bathing suit, Dora towel, freeze pops and two adorable outfits) from Ryan and Courtney; an art/magnet table from Mike and Camille; and lots of mess-free art supplies from Kevin and Jessie. Many things were wrapped in pink or Disney Princesses, and it looks like the Disney Princesses threw up all over our house. She is one lucky little girl!
Happy you, Brenna, happy you!
Today (the 22nd), we woke Brenna up for her last day of school (due to my maternity leave, she will be home with me this summer), but she was going out in style! Because tomorrow is her birthday, she took in cupcakes for all of her friends, which she was very excited about. They made her a glittery birthday crown, and her teacher even bought her two new outfits and a layette for the baby!
Jamie and I are really going to miss Brenna's pre-school, it has been so good for her, and she has been so happy there. She skips out of the house each morning with Jamie to get there.
Toddlers have to be walking well to attend her school - she's still the 2nd youngest one there. Since the baby would not be able to go, and we want the girls together, we had to look at other childcare options for next year. We actually found an in-home situation starting in August that we are very comfortable with for a year, and we plan to switch both girls back to Brenna's school in the summer of 2010.
However, even though we plan to go back eventually, both Jamie and I were sad, and relieved she doesn't yet realize she won't see some of her favorite faces again for a very long time.
The first day of school/daycare is always hard enough (click here to see how much Brenna has changed since her first day in August), but you know you found someplace very special when the last day of school is just as hard.
When I was teaching her the colors, it was so obvious they were being taught at school, too, since she learned them so quickly. When I would sing songs to her, it would crack me up that she already knew the tune, complete with motions. And yesterday, when she took an air pump and brought the sides of the tube together and exclaimed, "A circle, Mommy!" Jamie and I laughed... we didn't know she knew her shapes!
Thank you to Brenna's teachers and the owner (a friend of ours) for making Brenna's year such a great one. Thank you for caring so much for our daughter.
Memorial Day weekend begins after work today, which flows into my maternity leave, and I don't have to work again until August 17th!
I know the days are going to fly by, and I will hardly be laying around relaxing. I'm sure I will actually be working harder at home than I do at work. Especially considering I'm at work, and I'm writing this. But, for right now, I'm just going to enjoy this day.
I feel like I'm a senior, and it's the last day of high school. I am seriously jealous of teachers, like my mother and sister, who get to feel like this every year. I often wish I became a teacher, but according to my parents, "summers off", was not a good enough reason.
My boss recently asked me how I was feeling, and I told him that if he really wanted to know, it felt like something was going to fall out of me at any minute. If I had become a teacher, it probably wouldn't be appropriate to say the first thing that comes to mind all the time like that. Maybe that's why my parents talked me out of teaching. Good call, Mom and Dad.
Though it probably wasn't appropriate to say that to my boss, either...
I will be 37 weeks pregnant tomorrow, and the baby is now full term! That means that if I was to have the baby anytime after midnight (a pretty good chance of that considering the baby is happily torturing me with her extreme movements, proving she doesn't want to leave anytime soon), she will no longer be considered premature, and her lungs should be fully developed to survive with no medical intervention. That is a huge relief, and I should be so happy we reached this "safe" milestone, right?
Well, I am, but I am also an emotional basket case. Seriously. Anyone who approaches me should be forewarned: back away slowly, or I will probably start sobbing and blow my nose all over you. I actually am sitting on my couch right now instead of work because I was fairly certain I was going to have a nervous breakdown there, so I left.
Okay, I really only left because I know my co-workers didn't want to hang out with me and my pink eye. I had to go into the office just to grab some things to work on at home, and I'm sure that the lady that sits next to me wiped the entire office down with Lysol when I left.
Of course, I'm not just working from my couch, I'm also watching Discovery Health and TLC. I cried when the baby was born on the show Birth Day. I sobbed during Deliver Me: Home Edition when the couple who lost two baby girls (20 minutes after they were born from a genetic disease) went to Ethiopia to adopt a baby girl. I just can't get it together.
Here are the things - in addition to the poem I posted last night - that made me cry in the past 24 hours:
1. I cried in the bathroom last night when Brenna touched the toilet seat (I'm a germophobe), and I almost lost it when giving her a bath, which I can hardly do anymore.
2. I cried when I was watching The Real Housewives of New York City Reunion, and I started choking on some stomach acid that came back up out of nowhere. I have had really bad heartburn throughout this pregnancy, but this particular time, it burned like hell.
3. I cried when Brenna would not allow us to put in her eyedrops this morning. She was sobbing and throwing her body around, and Jamie and I were frustrated, and we both yelled at her. We usually spend our mornings joking with her and talking about the exciting things she'll do that day, so I felt bad that we made her cry and started her day off negatively. And, yet, she still gave me a huge hug and smile and told me she loved me as she was leaving. She's so awesome, I could cry over that.
4. I cried when I could not find anything to wear to work. My belly must have dropped, and I have so few shirts that are long enough to cover it. When I went to get the one I wanted to wear, I found that Jamie had washed it last night, but it never made it to the dryer.
5. I cried on the way to work while I was talking to Jamie on the phone. My head was throbbing, and my eyes hurt. We were talking about a house that is for sale in the neighborhood next to us (Erin and Rob's neighborhood). This particular house is going to be an amazing deal for the potential buyers, and we want to live in that neighborhood someday. However, we probably won't be able to jump on the opportunity (even if we could afford the mortgage payments) due to our lack of down payment funds and the amount we could get for our house in this market.
6. I cried on the way home from work, talking to Jamie, telling him that I was leaving work.
7. I cried during the Johnson's No More Tears (ironic, huh?) commercial because they had all of these adorable babies getting their baths, and the voiceover said, "Enjoy every minute. It goes by so fast," because I know that it does!
I am a freaking mess. I am sitting here, 38 pounds heavier than I was last summer, wearing a too-short shirt and my 10-year-old glasses so I can see out of my bloodshot eyes. It's okay to feel bad for Jamie. You should.
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