Today

At this time in my pregnancy two years ago, I was feeling pretty cruddy. It was the day after Easter, and my first day of Spring Break. It was the end of the husband's Spring Break. We were watching TV, and he fell asleep on the couch. I shooed him off to bed as I finished writing my spring break to-do list.

I was going to get so much done! Put the finishing touches on the paint in the baby's room. Finish the airplane mobile. Get the changing table and crib set up - put sheets on the mattress, add diapers to the bins. Make a few freezer meals to have on-hand. Pack the hospital bag. 

Then, I realized that I was exhausted. It was only Monday, and I had all week to get things done. To bed I went.

Of course, I first brushed my teeth and washed my face.

And while I stood in front of the mirror, mouth full of foamy toothpaste, my water broke.

At 33 weeks, 5 days pregnant.

Having never been pregnant before, I wasn't 100% positive that my water really did break. I could have just peed a little. That had been happening more than I'd like to admit, but it was usually when I laughed too much or sneezed. Not while brushing my teeth.

Six hours later, Kid was on my chest and Hubs was snapping pictures.

Today, I am 33 weeks and 5 days pregnant. Kid's overnight bag is packed. The hospital bag is ready to go. The nursery is not painted, I have no freezer meals. And we are doing everything we can to keep this little lady in and growing.

I've had two injections to help with baby girl's lungs. I have to sit on my butt all day. I wish I could go to work.

And I'm getting a little nervous. I don't want my water to break today, like it did last time. I don't want it to break in the next week. Or the next month. I'm not ready to go into labor.

Life doesn't happen when you're ready, though. And if she wants to show up, she will make her entry. Bed rest is helping me do what she needs. Rest. So she can continue to grow.

So here's to bed rest. And cracking open my second book. Has anybody else read Freakonomics?

Preemie Baby

As a first time mom, having a preemie is tough.

G was born at 33 weeks, 6 days. Six weeks early. 

Sure, the time in the NICU was tough, but there were nurses there explaining everything. And making me feel as though it was all running smoothly.

Now that we're home, though, I'm full of questions. The biggest thing (not really a worry, or a concern...just a thing) that gets me is the milestone chart.

By 1 month, babies are supposed to do this, that, and the other thing.

But at one month old, Kid still had 2 weeks until his due date. He was doing some things of a full term one month old, but not everything.

And while I know delays are normal, and I should go by his adjusted age, it's hard. At this point in the game, I should be looking at the milestones of a five week old...yet my baby looks like a 2.5 month old.

Ay, ay, ay. Being a mom takes a lot of energy! Still loving it, though!