Rock'n and a Rollin'

It all started with a roll...

Not a dinner roll.

I woke up one morning and realized that at some point in the night she had rolled onto her stomach. Anyone who has had a baby in the last 10 years knows that BABIES DO NOT SLEEP ON THEIR STOMACHS! "Back to sleep" is the slogan they drill into your head before you're even allowed to leave the hospital. Posters, videos, paperwork - it all says BACK TO SLEEP and before you know it you're mumbling the slogan in your sleep and getting mad at yourself everytime you fall asleep on your stomach.

I wasn't sure how to battle this problem because she's been pretty slow to learn how to roll back to her back. I started swaddling her at night (we had stopped because it was getting a little warm outside and in our older house the air conditioner doesn't always make it upstairs) but the swaddle seemed to give her more momentum. She'd start rocking back and forth and then finally PLOP she's on her stomach again.

So until she learns to roll on her back I spend my nights listening for muffled noises so that I can fly out of bed and roll her back.

She did NOT want me to see her roll either. Every time she did it I was out of the room. I would hide around the corner of the door or under blankets in the corner so she couldn't see me. Of course she would roll for Wes or Carol (the daycare lady) but not for Mommy.

On top of rolling she's been moving a lot. I don't know how else to explain it other than 'moving'. I will put her in the middle of the room on her blanket and come back 5 minutes later and she's magically turned upside down huddling in the corner of the room. Or I will wake up in the morning and she's some how jumped out of the pack-n-play and is laying in the dirty laundry pile in the closet. Maybe that's a little far but it truly is baffling to me how she maneuvers her way around. It's more of a shuffle that is oddly similar to the shuffle of me squeezing into my pre-pregnancy jeans. Maybe that's where she learned it.

Just a warning to all of you - she's a talker. You have all experienced my talking and talking and talking, just wait til this one can form words! She's constantly jibbering and screaming and shrieking about one thing or the other. She even does it in her sleep! Poor Wes is truly in for a doosie in about a year or so :)

Oops! How'd that one get in here? :)



 SAD ALERT!!!!

The only other big news in our lives is that we have gone from a family of 5 to a family of 4. Sadly, our Mavis was put to sleep on April 17th. Our beautiful dog was born with kidneys too small for her giant body. The vet warned us that this would happen however we thought that it was going to be a few more years down the road. The last week before we put her down we had noticed that she wasn't eating much and she was drinking lots of water. She had also started to wet herself at night. I made an appointment to have some blood work done on her. When Dr. Calvert came back with the results we knew that it was time. Her kidney's were functioning at a level that would put most dogs down for the count. Not our Mavis :) She was still running, barking, and tearing up it with Margaret, which is what made it that much more difficult. We took her to Burger King for some double cheeseburgers - her favorite - and then on a walk. When we finally put her down, her tongue slipped out of her mouth as it always did when she was sleeping. She was the most well-behaved dog that I had ever met, she was as gentle as could be and she had an unconditional love for us and for Margaret. It's been hard and there hasn't been a day that goes by that I don't cry when I think about her but she is no longer in pain. Over the years her body had become used to feeling lousy which is why she was functioning so well up until the end. I know that she will be waiting for us when we get to where she is and I am going to love on her like she's never been loved on before!

Life with Emma...

Is Great!! I never thought that I would ever become so obsessed with someone. My obsession is borderline unhealthy. Last week I was in Des Moines training for my new job and I couldn't believe that I was going to miss out on 5 bedtimes, 3 baths and countless feedings and diaper changes. So, I took all of Emma's clothes off and wrapped her in one of her favorite blankets so it could fully extract all of her smell. I packed that blanket and slept with it every night. After I dropped her off at daycare for the first time I cried for hours and then sporatically through out the day. I specifically remember hearing the song Extraterrestrail by Katy Perry and bursting into tears because I sing that song to Emma all the time. I spend all day every day wondering, "What's Emma doing RIGHT NOW?", "What's she thinking?", "Has she pooped yet?", "What book should we read tonight?" and I get nothing done at work.

You will all be very impressed with Mr. Wesley as he had to spend the whole week with Emma by himself while I was in Des Moines. I am very happy to day that Emma and dogs came out on the other end unscathed and aside from a few sleepless nights, Wes is still alive. Carol the daycare lady said you could tell that Mom wasn't home because Emma showed up in onesies all week and her hair was crazy (although I'm not sure the hair part is Wes's doing because her hair is always crazy). The one day he did put her in clothes her jeans were on backwards, which I think is an honest mistake for a new dad. AND he had to diaper laundry :) He claims that he can longer help out with this chore as his "Massive, manly hands" are too big to stuff the pad back into the diaper lining...whatever! All in all I was very impressed with my husband.

As some of you have heard, Margaret had a near death experience a few weeks ago. We were sitting on the couch one Sunday night and noticed that Marge kept kneeling on her elbows with her butt in the air. I thought it was cute so I took the opportunity to snap a few pictures. When we tried to feed her she turned the other way and then when she left Mavis alone the whole night, we knew something was totally wrong. I took her into the vet the next morning and they had to perform exploratory surgery. We soon found out that our Pug can be interchanged with the vaccuum. Inside her stomach and intestines they found string, paper towels, green fluff, grass, and a massive piece of blue plastic. The vet said that if we would've waited til the afternoon she wouldn't have made it. And because it's Margaret and nothing is EVER simple when it comes to her, she licked her stitches and gave herself an infection. She was in the pet hospital for 3 days (which sadly seemed like a vacation for us!) and when she was released... all hell broke loose. She couldn't eat or drink so I had to spoon feed her every 2 hours for 2 days straight. If you will all keep in mind that Wes works overnight and has a second job doing security for a grocery store AND I have a 2 month old baby. Between Emma, Margaret and poor Mavis (who just wanted whatever attention I could spare), I was a disaster. So much so that I made Wes call into work one night because I couldn't handle the three of them.

For the love of Pugs.

Wes and I have really enjoyed getting to know Emma better over the past few weeks. She's much more fun then she was that first month. She's laughing, smiling, cooing, crying and she just found her hands a week ago. It's so funny how she looks at them like they are the most amazing things God's ever given her. I agree with her, hands are very useful and I thoroughly enjoy both of mine, but there are cooler things in life than whatevers at the ends of your arms. If she's this entertained with hands... I can't wait to see how she'll react to something truly amazing like the Grand Canyon!

The one thing Wes and I are painfully aware of is her love of being naked. She could be in the middle of the biggest crying fit the world has ever seen and the second you take her clothes, including the diaper, off... it's smiles and laughter. Her favorite thing to do right now: Take a bath. We just hope that this love of no clothes tapers off before she gets to college.

She Has Arrived!!

I am so sorry for not updating this blog since DECEMBER 8TH!!!! Wow! So much has changed in these past 3 months. I think the biggest change has been that we had a BABY! :) Emma Grace Peterson was born on January 9th, 2012 at 6:21pm. She was 7 lbs. 9 oz. and was 21 in. long.

Yes... she's adorable :)









So...

The Birth

My due date was January 7th and poor Susie was getting a little worried that she wasn't going to be able to make it to Omaha on time (little did she know that she would have MORE than enough time!). So she decided to come the first week of January to try and make the baby come. She did absolutely EVERYTHING!  From rubbing my feet to making me walk miles and miles while she sat and watched me from the window. But Emma was totally not coming out until she wanted. The week before your due date is sooo nerve racking!! I thought I had gone into labor two times before I actually did and actually made the trip to the hospital both time. Every little move or liquid that came dripped out (and no one tells you that there's A LOT OF LIQUID the week before!) we went to the hospital for. My poor doctor was so annoyed that on January 8th, while I was in for my second bout of 'labor', she decided to have me induced the following morning. Luckily for her I went into real labor that night. Everyone says that contractions feel like really strong menstrual cramps but for me it felt like there was an angry little gremlin inside of my uterus that was ripping my insides apart, not a sweet little baby. I made it until about 7am before going to the hospital and since they knew me by name by that time, the check-in was really smooth.

I finally asked for my epidural at 5cm. and HOLY COW!!!!!  I strongly recommend an epidural for anyone at anytime even if you're not having a baby! It' so calming and magical and if I could have one all day everyday, life would be grand. However, the damn thing only worked on 1/2 of my body and it wore off just in time to push my little gremlin out. 

My Emma is MUCH cuter than Gremlin




 










After 15 hours of contractions and 3 hours of pushing, my Emma was born. I'm not going to go into the gory details of the actual delivery because they are GORY! There's so much stuff and gunk and pain (yes, I tore) and YUCK! We had planned for Wes to not look because he gets grossed out so easily but when the Grandma's kept screaming "She's right there! She's right there!" he couldn't help himself. He was still grossed out but I hope he's able to push that out of his memory within the next few weeks :) His major contribution to my labor process: Patting me on the forehead and telling me Good Job! like he does when Margaret goes outside and doesn't eat poop.

Because my Emma was in the birth canal for so long... her head was huge!!! She looked like a little alien. I felt so guilty when the doctor pulled her out and laid her on my stomach and my initial reaction was "OMG She's gooey, gross and her head's soo long!" Wes must've had the same feeling because when I looked up at him he was absolutely mortified!

And then they take her to do all of their little tests and give her shots. I thought Wes was going to punch the nurse across the room when they jammed the Hep B shots into her cute little thighs. He looked back at me and said, "Ash! Did you just see that?! Why would they do that?!" I reassured him that she's ok and won't remember this.

The first time I held her:
Wes and left to go and get dinner for the 2 of us and all other family members had gone home so it was just the two us. I remember looking at her and thinking "Holy Shit what do I do now?!" She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen (her head had significantly decreased in size within a few hours) and I couldn't believe that this "gremlin" turned out to be this perfect little girl. Those feelings were quickly pushed away by the most incessant feeling of worry. Is she cold? Is she warm? Is she suppose to make that sound? Is her skin too dry? Why isn't she crying? Is she hungry? And these feelings don't ever go away.

The next 24 hours were a blur. She was able to be with us for the first 6 hours and then during the night they admitted her to the NICU. They had been monitoring her respirations and because they were so elevated they were worried she had an infection and she was ripped from us. I was so glad that we had such an amazing team of doctors and that she was in great hands but OMG! That was the worst feeling ever! I had been waiting for the nurse to come in and show us how to give her a bath and instead they were wheeling her down the hall to be held in an incubator. We couldn't hold her for the first few days which was miserable + I couldn't breastfeed the way I had planned and pumping wasn't working very well + I was still recovering from pushing a gremlin out of my body and was having to sleep on the couch in the NICU + my new baby was sick and had all sorts of cords and wires running in and out of her body = absolute misery.

Wes did his best to annoy the doctors by running out and telling (or more like excitedly shouting) at them with every good temperature, poop, pee and feeding. I think this is the majority of the reason of why they discharged us. It's amazing how a poopy diaper can instill such a strong feeling of pride.

And Now We Are Home...

Emma was released and we were ecstatic. They believe she may have aspirated some fluid as she came out which turned into a mild infection. Little did we know that the scariest part was yet to come: The First Night Home. Every noise and movement I was out of bed and checking her out. Is she breathing? Is she cold? Is she too warm? Does she have a temperature? It didn't help that the hospital makes you watch a SIDS video before leaving or that she had breathing problems for the first few days of her life. It was miserable.

We made it through that first night just fine and now I can sleep a lot better than I did that first night. Wes sleeps just fine since he works nights and gets to sleep during the day. Margaret's sleep is interrupted whenever Emma cries to be fed but luckily she's able to fall back asleep right away. Mavis sleeps like a log.

The following is a list of things that I wish I knew more about before they happened:

The first major blow-out...
We went to the doctor for her first check-up. She was in her car seat on the floor of the office and I was filling out some paper work when all of a sudden.. WHAM! BOOM! KAPOW! WHOOSH! The nurse and I looked at each other and she decided to give us a few moments to pull ourselves together. I went to uncover the disaster that I thought would be contained to diaper. Nope. Right through her clothes. Since it was the first time I had packed a diaper bag I had neglected to bring an undershirt and something to put her dirty clothes in. Since we are doing cloth diapers I had also forgotten to bring the bag for her dirty diapers. I cleaned the disaster up and wrapped her in a blanket. Sorry Emma!

Holy Crap Babies wiggle a lot!
Even though they are small they wiggle and move soo much! I could have her swaddled as tight as a burrito and in the morning there will be one little arm that made its way out during the night and is now straight up in the air and freezing. Or I'll have her in a cute little nightie that has a million snaps that I can't even figure out. Low and behold the next morning a chubby little foot is hanging out of the crotch of nighty. I don't even know how that happens.

Laundry, laundry, laundry
Emma goes through at least two undershirts a day, whether she pees, poops, pukes or just doesn't like the one she has on.

Babies really do get dirty!
There's really only 3 places she visits during the day; my arms, her swing, or her car seat. How can you explain all the stuff that I find between her fingers, in her neck rolls and between her toes?! It just doesn't make sense. And it's slightly embarrassing when someone goes to hold her and wants to see her "Cute little baby hands!" and finds the kitchen sink between her fingers. I really do bathe her! We aren't dirty people!

The Dogs and The Baby
Mavis and Margaret love their new sister. Mavis doesn't really care that she's here and is slightly afraid of her when she cries. Margaret is, you guessed it, JEALOUS! Whoever is holding the baby is also holding Margaret. I like to think of it as Margaret being the protective older sister but no one else sees it that way. She likes to get up and watch over Emma as I feed her in the middle of the night. And she LOOVES to test the milk to make sure it's the right temperature. Actually she just loves formula. Whether it's in the bottle, on Emma's face or on her clothes, Margaret will do whatever it takes to get at it. We've lost 7 bottle nipples in the past 8 weeks which she rips into to get the milk out. I found out the other day that it really doesn't even matter what form its in when I walked in the baby's room and found the chewed wide open. Liquid or powder, she likes it all. She also really enjoyed breastmilk. I need to explain something so you will understand how evil this pug truly is. Breastfeeding turned out to be a disaster for me. My doctor, lactation consultant, and myself aren't sure of why I never produced more than 5mL per session but for some reason or the other I never did. I tried everything from using an industrial pump to fenugreek... nothing worked. So after 6 weeks of pumping at least 9 times a day and total frustration for both Emma and myself, I reluctantly gave up. Anyways, when I would pump I would get maybe 5mL between both of my boobs so we would save up a days worth of pumping and feed it all to her at night. I had warmed it up and left it on the table to go and change Emma before the feeding. When I came back down our other little Princess had chewed the nipple off and licked up all of the breastmilk. I cried. 9 pumpings x 30min./pumping = WAY TOO MUCH TO WASTE ON BREASTMILK FOR A PUG!!

This is already an incredibly long entry. I will try and keep it updated :) Until next time....

36 Wonderful Weeks...

Holy Moly I didn't  realize that I haven't updated this sucker in such a long time! I hope this isn't a preview of what my parenting style will be like... :)

My Woes


So. 36 weeks. I'm huge, mostly my own fault, but I really can't stand to get much bigger and unfortunately, neither can my skin. These last few weeks have brought on the worst part of my pregnancy to date: THE STRETCH MARKS! I really thought that I had dodged that bullet because the bulk of the pregnancy had passed and still not a mark. They started on my sides. I can handle those because once I get back to a somewhat normal size I don't think they will be as noticeable. Then the sprouted up on my lower back. I remember yelling in the mirror, "Holy Shit where the hell did those come from?!" and Wes popping his head around the corner, "Oh those? I didn't want to tell you about those. Sorry cutikins." Oh. Ok. So because the fat lady can't see what's going on to her own body we can just keep secrets. Nice. AND THEN they wrapped around the lower part of my stomach. Those are the ones that really bother me. My bikini days are over. I will never be able to wear a swimsuit again. My body is ruined.

As soon as I found out I was pregnant I started to pee and I really haven't stopped since. It has picked up momentum within these last few weeks as the baby is pushing on my bladder. My friend Katy said that it stops as soon as you have the baby. I myself can't help but wonder why they can't give pregnant women a catheter. I would be much more productive, happier, and well-rested if I could just have a catheter.

My right arm keeps falling asleep and I lose complete feeling in my thumb and middle finger for hours at a time. The arm and thumb I can do without...but at this point in my pregnancy I need that middle finger. Especially during rush hour, shopping, work, actually I need it for everything.

My movement is extremely restricted! I can't put my boots on, buckle my seat belt, get up off the couch, get out of the car, and the list goes on. Wes has been a huge help in this aspect... NOT. He thinks it's funny to watch me get sucked into the couch, never to return again.

My Excitement!

Wes and I took a labor and delivery class last weekend and it was very informational. Let's be serious it scared the poop out of me! It went over everything that could possibly go on during the labor with accompanying pictures. Overall I really enjoyed it because I had no idea how the process actually went or what major decisions we have to make within the next few weeks regarding the delivery. Wes on the other hand... I've never seen him so mortified/grossed out in my life. I'm kind of excited to watch his reactions as all of this unfolds and hopes there's someone with our video camera to catch it all. They also showed us some relaxation techniques to help you get through the contractions. I laid on my back with Wes behind me, they turned off the lights, put on some relaxing music, and the husbands were to just rub our shoulders and help us to relax. 30 seconds into it I look behind me and my husband has drifted off to la-la-land. Great, here I am having an earth shattering contraction and you are asleep. Great coach.

He did say, "It's a good thing your Mom will be in there with us."

Yes. It is.

I also took a breastfeeding class last night which really sealed the deal for me. I am ready for this little bundle to pop out. I am ready to take on all that she has to throw at me. LET'S DO THIS! I think breastfeeding will be both a wonderful and slightly horrible experience. The interaction that only you get with your baby will be great. However being tied to the baby until I can pump may be a little more than I bargained for. But we will just have to wait and see.

We had 2 of our baby showers a few weeks ago. We received so many wonderful gifts! LOTS of adorable clothes and plenty of baby supplies to get us through. I have another shower with all of my girlfriends after the baby is born so I am very excited for all of them to see me in this new role as Mommy. They are going to FREAK! :)

Margaret and Mavis have really been getting on my nerves lately. They know that something is going to be changing and so they are constantly wanting all of my attention. I can't even pee without Mavis sitting in front of me and Margaret trying to get on my lap, not the optimal pee position. Margaret has tried to prove herself as a helpful big sister by tearing open a baby toy or two which I am very grateful for since I wouldn't have been able to do it myself. She also likes to help with the trash, rounding up Mavis to go to the kennel, and fluffing the pillows on the couch. She knows exactly what I need. Mavis has this desire to be pet and snuggled all the time. It's not so easy with a 120lbs. dog and I don't know how it will work with a baby in my arms. They are both very excited for Christmas and Wes and I are taking them to see Santa Claus on Saturday... I wonder what they will ask him for?

29 Weeks

I do apologize for the delay. I would like to say that it's because I have been busy however, that is not the case. Just lazy. The baby is a butternut squash this week which is a good thing for her because I LOVE butternut squash.

Yumm!

Wes and I have been in full baby mode for the last few weeks. Trying to find pediatricians, making sure Wes has his vaccines, signing up for baby classes, getting the house ready for a newborn... the whole deal. All of these little details have made us VERY excited for our little one. There have also been a few other developments that have helped strengthen our excitement...BENJAMIN OLIVER CORE! Matt and Katy's beautiful baby boy was born on October 8th (Matt's Birthday!) and we couldn't be happier for them! Wes was the first of us to hold him (I was too scared):

He is a very sweet baby and one of the cutest things I have ever seen (yes, even cuter than Margaret! Of course I say that because she can't read...). Wes's BIG dilemma now: trying to find a girls name that goes well with Benjamin (Benji for short) because of course they're going to be getting married someday. I'm just excited to have them play together because they will be the cutest babies in the world which will make for some very adorable pictures. OMG!!! I just thought of all the costume ideas for Halloween next year! Prince and princess, ketchup and mustard, peanut butter and jelly, pug and mastiff! The list is endless!

Another exciting development is that Wes's police 'partner' and his wife are expecting a baby in the Spring! Brett and Amanda have become pretty close friends of ours with the boys exploring the vast world of beer together, chasing bad guys and Wes enjoying someone who truly appreciates his 9 million short ribs recipes. We are really excited for the world of babies that is about to smack us all in the face :)

As for me...
I'm a house. I have managed to gain in 7.5 months what most women gain during their whole pregnancy. My doctor actually gave me 'The Look' when I told her that I really am not eating that differently. Katy says to just forget about it and live it up because you can only do this when you're pregnant. I may be able to do that if I didn't have the worlds meanest women coming up to me all the time and making one of the following comments:

"Oh wow! You're having twins?"
"Oh my gosh let me guess your due date... next week?"
"How blessed are you to be having twins?" (This one actually went on to ask if we had conceived twins naturally)
"Oh wow girl! You are big!"
"I don't think I was that big until the week I delivered."
"You're either having triplets, twins, or a 10 pounder."

I'm assuming all of these women are mothers and have been pregnant before and my question is WHY? You can think whatever you want IN YOUR OWN HEAD but I don't want to hear it. I'm already dealing with the fact that my maternity clothes no longer fit, my bras don't fit, my shoes are getting tight, my stomach hangs out of everything, I found my double chin and lost my ankles... isn't that enough? No worries though because as soon as I pop this kid out it's back to the gym! Hahahahaa...

My husbands response to my belly? "Well Ash, at least you are as big as you are going to get. I mean, there's some sort of pouch in there that's already formed and as the baby gets bigger she will just fill into the pouch." Apparently he's been keeping up on his assigned reading. Or maybe he's in denial. 

Aside from my massive size, things are going great. The doctor did mention that it may be a big baby which in my mind just means that she will have to come out sooner rather than later. And I am OK with that. I really think Margaret and Mavis are understanding that things are changing as poor Marge barely fits on my lap anymore. Mavis is very intuitive so I think once the baby room was completed, it really helped to put things into perspective for her.

I finally have pictures of the baby room!! 

The crib and dresser!

Rocking chair!

Changing table!

Oops! How did that get in there?

Book shelf!

Baby's coming home outfit :)

The pictures aren't of the best quality but you get the idea. Everything's finally coming together and now I can just sit and wait... and wait... and wait.

The Things They Forget to Tell You....

- The sleepless nights because it feels like you have rocks in your stomach and you can't get comfortable
- The back pain because you've gained 30lbs. and you're only 6 months along
- The difficulty getting up from a sitting position
- The rapid heartbeat
- The kicking and punching that for some reason only occurs at night (she's probably as uncomfortable as I am!)
- The peeing in the middle of the night
- The peeing when you sneeze
- The peeing when you laugh
- The peeing when you cough
- THE PEEING!
- The constipation
- The inability to ever control your body temperature
- The swelling of your feet that makes them look like life preservers
- The swelling of your fingers so that your wedding ring is NEVER coming off
- The constant crying (I literally cried over an episode of COPS the other day. Wes is beside himself with what to do with me)
- The new found sense of smell - good and bad
- The new found ability of turning every commercial into something new that you need for the baby or that you think will benefit the baby at some time in their life

All in all - it's kind of a raw deal! I went into this whole pregnancy thing thinking that it was going to be blissful and SIMPLE! Regardless... I wouldn't change it for the world. Women have been going through these same changes since the beginning of time and I am just one more to add to the list.

23 Weeks

So it has been a very busy past few weeks! My parents were here for Labor Day and we overhauled the house, Wes and I have both been working until the wee hours, and I have been watching myself grow larger and larger (a very big task!). I feel like one of those little animals you buy that says "Put me in water and watch me grow!" My t-shirts no longer cover my stomach and instead fall just below my belly button. The normal clothes I had put aside thinking I would be able to wear, I no longer fit into. It's just a slippery slope from here. I feel like I'm much bigger than what I should be although the Doctor has assured me I'm perfectly normal, just 'carrying differently'... which in my mind is a nice way of saying "Wow! You really ate whatever you wanted during your first trimester!" And it didn't help when I asked my mom if my stomach looked bigger than normal and she replied, "Yea, that's a big belly." I feel the love.

So the good news? The baby's room is done! Wes picked out a lovely Top Banana for the walls with white trim around the door and closet. It looks really nice with the cherry colored crib, dresser, and changing table. Sometimes I just go and sit in the rocking chair in the room and I can't help but get excited that in 3.5 short months there will be a little baby in there!

I think Margaret is really starting to understand what's about to happen. The other night I was laying on the couch and she was draped across my stomach. Now, I am at the point where the baby is moving constantly (and kicking and punching and I'm pretty sure she's bit me a time or two) but I'm the only one who can feel it. I keep trying to catch it by putting my hand where the movement is and she stops every time. So anyways, Me and Marge are laying on the couch and the baby starts kicking up a storm. After a minute Marge sits up and looks at my stomach like "What the HELL is going on in there?" Then, all hell breaks loose and she starts clawing at my shirt and the baby's kicking furiously and I thought to myself, it's already starting.


It's difficult to get in the mindset of working out when there's so many restrictions on what you can do. So I will admit the last few weeks I have not been doing so well however, I have been trying to swim more. I was in the pool yesterday and there were two older women in the lane next to me. After my work out was over I went into the locker room and as I came around the corner these two women were saying, "Can you believe she is still working out? Can you imagine the stress that's putting on the baby? How horrible for that unborn child!" I stopped and stared at them for a moment and asked if everything was Ok. Neither responded and they rushed out of the locker room. Maybe back in their day pools weren't invented yet? I think they were just offended that the one piece swimsuit I was wearing was not meant for pregnant people and there may have been a few pieces hanging out... Oops!

Sorry no pictures with this one! Our computer is a dinosaur and it's hard to upload them. Hopefully next time!