Tuesday, April 15, 2014

A Nesting Pregnancy...

This will be short and sweet...

I often wonder what a normal pregnancy looks like...you know, the kind where you nest during it?  When I was 8 months pregnant with Gabriella we moved from an apartment into Baltimore so we'd have more room for the baby...then the baby came and her nursery wasn't actually done until she was about 4 months old.  I swore up and and down that the next baby that graced the steps of the Link house would have a proper nursery and I would nest...well, now we're headed to Colorado and once again I am 8 months pregnant...

Well, what can you do?  Not much...but I do envy the mamas that get to nest.  Maybe baby #3 will be the lucky baby that gets a nursery.  But I won't hold my breath.

Today I walked into the grocery store and the lady at the check out said..."wow, you're huge and you look ready to be done," up until that point in my day, I thought I was looking pretty good...and I had actually gotten a good night's rest.  But I guess I was wrong.  The conversation went south pretty quickly when I told her I had an 18 month old at home and she proceeded to tell me that I was really in for it when she hits the terrible twos...I thought to myself, "lady, she's been there since she was 15 months...I know what I'm 'in for' but thank you for putting any of my anxious mommy thoughts to rest."

But when I came home and told Marty we only had 5 weeks left till this little guy came...I think I kick started his SUPER anxious daddy thoughts about us driving across the country at the end of the week...

epic loss all around today...but on a positive note we updated our licenses...right before we have to get new ones in Colorado...

okay, I'm done for now...

okay and I got this card (yes, that Gabriella chewed up a little) that is the best baby shower card ever!

Monday, April 7, 2014

my rainy Monday

ahhhh....Spring time...I keep telling myself that April showers bring May flowers but cold, rainy, damp days are no fun with a toddler.  But she made the best of it today by discovering the joy of bubbles with her mom-mom:  It was awesome!



Sheer joy

This would have kept her occupied all day but nap time had to happen at some point so during nap time we discussed (what else??) food.  What to do on a rainy day?  Cook. Bake. Dream of cooking and baking...so we decided to make these cookies from the Brown Eyed Baker (who I feel like if we met we'd be great friends because I also have family in Pittsburgh, we both are around the same age, love baking, and dogs...is it creepy that I think we'd be friends? Hopefully not).  Of course I forgot to take pictures of the cookies...hey, no judging, I was too busy taking pictures of my cute kid, and eating said cookies.  They turned out great, maybe not quite as thin as I thought they would be, but there were no complaints from anyone who ate them so I take that as affirmation.  Also, if you do this recipe, which I highly recommend, I added Fluff to the cream cheese filling (no, I didn't measure) and I have to say that it really added to the cookies.  

I had to run out, and I hate running out with a toddler when it is raining but it had to happen...we needed cards...a lot of them, for all sorts of occasions.  So away we went...and let me first of all start off my 5 second rant by saying that the Target in Westminster, MD is terrible!  There aren't many cards first of all...when did cards get so darn expensive??  But what was really the most shocking was that I was going to get a half gallon of organic milk to hold us over till I could go to the grocery store on a sunny day and the half gallon was $7.29 (WHAT!??!?!?!?!)!!!  I was so mad that I took my $40.00 worth of cards and left with those and nothing else.  But my whole point of the Target craziness was the card issue.  I love making homemade cards...it's been a long time because of moving and packing and babies...but I can't wait to get back into making my own and not having to spend a million dollars just to tell someone that I love them...or love their baby...or thank you for giving me baby stuff...or happy birthday...or you're the best husband in the whole world...you get my drift.  I think I'll save a lot of money and make Dave Ramsey happy.  

Anyway, that pretty much sums up my rainy Monday...all in all a success I would say.  No meltdowns with the cute toddler, cookies, cookies, cookies galore and speed shopping at crappy Target.  Maybe tomorrow we'll go get a coffee at Birdie's Cafe to reward ourselves for making it through a rainy day.....unless it rains again tomorrow...then I'm not sure....

Friday, April 4, 2014

just another pregnant Friday...

As I sit here at 6:57 Friday night watching an episode of Minnie's Bowtoons before Gabriella's bed time (and let's be honest, my bed time) I remember the days before children when a Friday night meant something so much different.  Even right after we were married and in our honeymoon stage, it was so easy to make plans with girlfriends that started after a leisurely dinner with my husband...it isn't so much that those things can't still happen...I could make plans for after Gabriella is tucked in for the night...but she's still going to wake up waaaay to early for me to stay out past...ooohhh say 8:45.  But I can't complain...it's been a long week and a long day.  We went to play early with Gabriella's cousins before a meeting I had at the college after which we went to see G's godmother and precious little baby boy.  Needless to say that from the time she woke up until right now...there has been no sign of sleep on this sleepy baby's face.  She has pushed through, even after two 45 minute car rides and two stops at Starbucks (going and coming...today it was a must).

We stopped at Whole Foods on our way home and picked up some fun pastries...on a Friday during Lent you say?  You heathen you!  It's okay, you can judge me...I considered today a success because the only place Gabriella melted down was in the presence of my best friend and she doesn't judge.  So I decided that G and I deserved a treat...and macarons were the treat of the day...I have attempted these once when my loving husband got me this cookbook and all of the tools necessary for making them, but Gabriella was about 6 months old and screamed most of the day if she wasn't being held...so maybe I will attempt them again when I have some free time...hahaha.  Should I even mention that they didn't turn out quite as professionally as I had hoped?  In the meantime...Whole Foods, though I LOVE that store and everything they make truly has nothing on Sucre in New Orleans.  It was where my love of macarons was born and there is nothing that will ever kill it, especially since they ship all over the country and I can have them whenever I want...okay, well not whenever or I wouldn't need to go get them at Whole Foods, but you get the point.

Anyway, back to my Friday night.  I think back on the times that I had the ability to go out whenever and wherever I wanted and I can honestly say that even though I am tired, so tired by the time Friday rolls around that all I can think about is going to bed early and even though my Saturday mornings are filled with early morning wake up calls and scrambled eggs for the millionth time that I wouldn't trade it for anything!  It's hard and there are so many times that I would rather stay in bed and drink coffee till 10 (that can't happen because the little boy in utero would object), but it is so fantastic being with my two favorite people every weekend and making breakfast and running around until nap time.  It's the best...and sometimes the worst, but it's my greatest gift.  So for now, I enjoy my pregnant Fridays...I'm not going to lie, the macarons helped tremendously today...as did the coffee...

maybe someday I will shoot for the 7 friday things...who knows...we might just get crazy up in here


Tuesday, April 1, 2014

32 weeks...

Today, I am really ready for this baby boy to be out of me... he hurts! He is the size of a head of lettuce... and I have to say that I feel like he's more like the size of a giant beach ball... cause that's what my stomach looks like. Normally I wouldn't opt for a serious blog... because there are many fun things I could blog about... But, those will wait for another day I suppose... today as I was thinking about baby boy Link being outside of me I had my momentary, hormonal pregnant moment that hits me every once in a while and I teared up looking at my sweet baby girl asleep next to me and thought that it would change her world so much more than I could imagine. I am so very excited to be able to give her a sibling but I know that it will be very different for her little world for me not being free for snuggles all day long, or coloring at the drop of a hat or picking her up constantly because she's a little spoiled :)


She just turned 18 months on Sunday and we celebrated by making her waffles, well, +Marty made the waffles and I ate them... he did a fantastic job! But that's besides the point... back to my hormonal pregnant point... I started thinking about HER birth... and the birth story that I never wrote down... it was probably on purpose that I never wrote it down... I started to many times and just could never finish. But now with another birth on the horizon I figure that I should write it down so I never confuse the two... can that happen?

Gabriella was born on a Sunday afternoon, after a looooonnng night of waiting. We were living in Baltimore but my hospital was in Annapolis, I don't think I have ever seen Marty so stressed out driving that 45 minute drive (but let's be honest, between my screeches of pain and the insane construction on 97 who can blame him??). He even called the State Patrol at one point... praise God we made it to the hospital at all! We called the friends and family and they staked out in the waiting room... looking back we should have let them all sleep... but the damn midwives told us at 8pm that we'd be parents by midnight... they lied. All night long they kept giving us 3 hour increments that our girl would be born in, finally at 8 am I told them to stop telling us when (note: don't get a pregnant girl's hopes up!). Things went south around that time though... Gabriella was a face presentation baby, and we knew that, but they were hoping that she would turn face down by herself. But around mid morning her heart rate dropped from 160 down to 70 and nothing would bring it back up... I will never forget (or maybe I will, hopefully I will) having a swarm of midwives and doctors in the room, talking like we weren't there about c-sections and possibly getting her out soon if nothing else worked... they decided to try putting me on oxygen to see if her heart rate came back up... I don't think I have ever been so scared in my entire life... for 40 weeks we had waited to meet this little person and there she was inside of me, trying to get out and she couldn't. Marty just looked at me and said "calm down, she needs you to calm down and breath." That's why husbands (especially mine) are the best. Not one doctor or midwife said that to me... and as soon as he said it, I snapped out of my own fear and concentrated on her. Slowly, slowly her heart rate came back up and we were 'back on track' to start pushing... now ladies, you know... pushing feels like eternity. I think I pushed for three days, but really they tell me that I only pushed for about 3 hours. I'm just saying... it felt longer! Because she was face presentation, she had a hard time coming out... hard for her, and hard for me... I remember at one point telling the midwife that she better get her out of me soon, and I didn't care how. Marty, who hated the midwives, said at this point they were sitting in a bed of daisies while waving incense around my hooha... I don't remember if they did or not... but finally after 20 hours of labor and 3 extra hours of pushing our little girl was here...

same open-mouth sleep as above

There's more, there's always more... but for now that's all I can think of... she was worth every single minute of labor. I think the women that tell you that you forget about the pain completely when you look at their sweet little face are either taking drugs or didn't actually go through labor. I look at her face and I remember the pain... but it's a pain that brought forth a beautiful new life... something that was honorable and life-changing. Gabriella Sophia Mariae Link came into the world on Sunday, September 30th at 12:36pm, weighing 8lbs, 8oz and was 20 inches long...

Today, 18 months later, Gabriella is a whooping 22lbs and 33 inches long... and our biggest joy to date...



So we're almost there... almost to 40 weeks and with lots of changes coming up in our lives I figured that I would just spend every second of these next 7 weeks and 5 days cherishing my life as it is...



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