Had my first baby shower at my childhood home with lifelong friends and plenty of my second-mommas from childhood.
Scott got in on the action during the Tutus or Touchdowns gender reveal, proudly showing off two little pink tutus! We are having two precious little girls!
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Scott felt the babies move for the first time.
Babymoon in Palm Springs, CA!
Lost my maternity bathing suit top over the balcony of our hotel. Proceed to cry, berate myself and need a nap to recover. Scott took me to a local mall to buy another top. Hormones are real.
On the last day of vacation, our favorite band (Needtobreathe) released 2 new songs. I cried tears of happiness at how good the songs are. Again, hormones.
I drank virgin margaritas daily, swam in the pool, read 3 books and got a maternity massage. Heaven.
I got antsy to pick names. Scott finally asks for a deadline because “he works better with a deadline.” I gave him one week.
Almost had an anxiety attack on a tramride to 8,000+ feet elevation on the top of Mt. San Jacinto. I’m pretty sure I convinced myself I was going to go into premature labor.
Stood on a stump to get a picture next to the San Jacinto sign. An older momma yelled at me to be careful.
I was one of “those” people on the airplane, walking the aisles for my circulation.
Scott’s one week name deadline is up! He came to the table with two well thought out, pretty names. I was so impressed. We picked first names and then when I said it was time to talk full/middle names, I was informed that was not part of his original assignment. He needed a new deadline. I was basically in agony.
Two baby firsts, including:
First Newport trip
First celebrity sighting: Robert Redford
We went back to where it all started – Castle Hill Inn. Had a very full circle moment. I walked up that driveway and saw Scott for the first time. Ever. And now we’re married and having two daughters.
Craving = Stuffies aka Stuffed Quahogs aka deliciousness you need to try if you are ever in Newport.
I can now see the girls’ movements from the outside. I even captured it on video. It gives Scott the heebie jeebies.
Prince, the musical icon and my cat’s namesake, passes away. I played Purple Rain into my stomach for the girls.
Scott went to the Bruce Springsteen concert in Brooklyn. I gave up a ticket to this show because I knew I’d be too big and uncomfortable. When I dropped Scott off, he casually said, “What if Bruce plays a Prince cover and you decided not to go to the concert?” I may have freaked out a bit.
Bruce OPENED HIS SHOW WITH PURPLE RAIN. This is my life. Luckily, I had given Scott explicit instructions that if this happened, he was to record the entire song, not just a clip. We watched it over coffee the next morning.
Craving = milk. It manifests in craving oreos, cereal and peanut butter.
I’m going to the doctor weekly and continually getting wonderful reports. The girls are each on track with singleton babies. It blows my mind.
According to Scott, I have an “unwillingness” to accept that I need to move slower.
I get out of breath. Frequently. And sometimes my heart pumps like I’m running, even if I am laying down.
I feel like I’m doing an impression of an overturned turtle when I get out of bed.
Sitting hurts my back, making work, the couch and car rides over 7 minutes very uncomfortable.
We scheduled our c-section. We are less than 2 months away! Gah!