I realized the other day that I hadn't posted on here in forever. Like, 5-months-forever. I'm still here! I'm still pregnant! Everything's going as well as it could!
We found out the day before Halloween that we're expecting a little BOY!
Thomas Sebastian will be here before we know it.
After thinking about baby names long and hard, Carl and I decided on traditional and classic first and middle names. We're not trendy or looking into what's cool right now. The funny thing is everyone keeps asking where we got the names, whether he's named after family, and the meanings behind them. As much as the interest is sweet and good-natured, I wish they would back off sometimes! (For the record, Thomas means "twin" and Sebastian means either "wise" or "native of Sebastia" depending on where you look). My husband is a junior, named exactly after his late father. He didn't always enjoy being a junior while he was growing up. Mail sent to their house got mixed up, and there was plenty of confusion over lots of other name mixups, too. My husband wasn't looking to have a third. We like how Thomas sounds, we like the "Tom" and "Tommy" nickname possibilities. Sebastian is honestly kind of a nod to Johann Sebastian Bach. Both of us love classical music, I've been playing piano for well over 20 years now, and I know Tommy will be raised around plenty of music. My side of the family is very musical. :)
The doctors all say Tommy is doing perfectly! He's measuring normally, perhaps a week smaller than average, but that's nothing to worry about. They're predicting a 7.5 lb full-term baby. He loves to wiggle around all the time and kick me in the ribs these days, which is cute sometimes and not so cute when he really packs a wollop!
I've been careful not to gain too much weight. I was warned early on that women that start out pregnancy obese are at higher risk for many things, and so I tried to keep my meals small and pay attention to my hunger cues. I ended up not being able to eat very much some days anyway, due to nausea and/or heartburn wreaking havoc if I ate too much or at the wrong times. Now that Tommy's full-term and taking up all my abdomen space, my stomach capacity has absolutely shrunk and I can't eat as much as I want sometimes! The doctor said I've really done myself and the baby favors by not going bananas and taking a free license to pig out the whole time. In fact, they've predicted that once Tommy is born, a lot of the weight I've been careful not to pack on will fall off between the birth and breastfeeding.
I had a beautiful baby shower thrown for me on February 2nd by my little sister and one of my husband's cousins. They know that Eric Carle's "Very Hungry Caterpillar" is my favorite childrens book, and they ran with the theme! It was adorable! Tommy is such a lucky little guy to be surrounded by so many loving people.
These last few weeks, (only 4 to go until the due date, starting tomorrow!) Carl and I are settling into the final "here we go" mindset. I need to wash and store all the baby clothes we've received as gifts so far, sorted by size. He needs to put some of the baby stuff together that needs basic assembly. I need to wash and store any crib sheets and linens so they're ready to go and I don't have to think about it those first couple weeks. I need to get the basics of my hospital bag packed so when its "go time," we can grab it and off to the hospital we go. It's kind of scary how final and daunting it all is... but hey, women have been having babies for thousands of years. Mother Nature knows what she's doing. Besides, not too long ago, childbirth was not NEARLY as cushy and modernly advanced as it is today. I'm pretty lucky to be having a baby in the 21st century!
I will say though... I will be relieved when he is born. Lately I'm lucky if I get 3-4 straight hours of sleep at a go. Last night, I was restless and awake until 1 am, woke up every 2-3 hours to flip over, pee, or both (flipping over is a major painful event), and I woke up before 7. No use trying to sleep in again, once I'm up I'm up! I wonder if its nature's way of helping me practice waking up for the baby every few hours. Let's just say, if this is practice... I feel like I've studied long enough!
I will miss being pregnant. I won't miss the heartburn or nausea, gas, bloating, swelling, or inability to eat my favorite things (I'm lookin' at you, raw sushi, wine, and ham coldcut subs!) I will miss the feeling of creating and carrying a life. I will miss the little wiggles and pokes and rumbles I feel Tommy giving me throughout the day. I will miss singing to him in the shower and having our cats snuggle up to my belly so they can purr while they feel his kicks. But I'm ready for this pregnant chapter to end and my mommy chapter to begin! Well, as ready as I'll ever be. :)