We're moving! We're moving! We're moving! We're moving! We're moving! We're moving!
So guess what we're doing this weekend? :D
A few weeks ago we put a holding deposit on the new apartment, so we had "official dibs" and no one else could claim it. Then we simply waited to hear that it was all ready.
The leasing manager called us yesterday and asked us if we were going to pick up the keys. She also let us know that our current apartment is already leased for March 1st. In other words, we need to get our butts in gear, get out of this place, get into the new place, FAST.
So we went to the office yesterday after work, signed the papers, got the keys, and today, we start moving. We're basically hoping to be out by the end of the weekend, or Monday. I know, Valentines Day. So romantic. I might take Monday off.
And yes, it's going to be a whirlwind. My mind has been busy since 5pm yesterday, trying to plan the move, what order we should move things, what can I carry.... Art assured me that friends are going to come over and help us.
We might be without internet access for a few days, because we need to get that switched over. I'm going to go to the Post Office today (among other errands I have to run before we move) and fill out a change of address card. I'm just worried that we're going to hand in our keys to this place, and we'll still be receiving mail in our old mail box.
Also, I think we might be waiting on some packages from Amazon. So that could be interesting.
Anyway, I just wanted to share the very exciting news. I'm so happy. I'm sure I'll be completely grumpy by the end of today or tomorrow, just with the physical exertion. And I still have to clean this place... Not excited about that.
Okay, I have to shower and get stuff done.
We're moving!!!!
February 12, 2011
February 8, 2011
Pregnancy Update!
I will start by saying that I don't have a new belly picture. Yet. I'll try to put one up this week. Sorry to dissapoint.
So what's new in Babyland?
1. Not much new with the baby. Still head down, pushing against my ribs more and more, and packing on the pounds. I feel hiccups a few times every day, and Art can feel them too. There is less kicking, and more squirming. And that's pretty much all I can say about Baby.
2. I mentioned in my last baby post that I didn't feel like I was growing at all. I should know better than to say those types of things. Because guess what happens when I start talking like that? I go through a growth spurt. This is the fourth one I've had, and oooh, I tell you, I'm about as cranky as could be right now. Thankfully I'm on the tail end of it, but still; it HURTS!!!!!! Friday was the worst day. I practically had to shuffle around, because taking normal strides was too much.
My hips are also expanding again. I haven't been sleeping well for over a week now because of all the discomfort. So the combination of a stretching belly and sore hips and lack of sleep have really been getting to me, if you couldn't tell. I guess this is what they mean when they talk about the third trimester being really uncomfortable. "Uncomfortable" is bit of an understatement though.
3. I have more stretch marks on my hips and butt. I've had stretch marks on my hips since my late teens, but now there are more of them, and they're longer. Thankfully, they're of the silver variety. Not ugly reddish-purple like my other stretch marks.
I can't see the bottom of my belly, and I'm curious if I have stretch marks there or not. Because that's where I feel the growth pains the most. My midwife commented at my appointment yesterday that the height of my uterus is measuring at 30 weeks, even though I'm at 33 weeks. But she also said that it's right up in my rib cage, and has nowhere to go but straight out, so it's understandable that I'm having more ligament pain. My ligaments have to keep stretching and thickening in order to support my protruding belly.
Art and I have started calling my tummy a torpedo, because that's what it's going to look like by the time I give birth.
But because my uterus isn't growing any higher, she might send me for another ultrasound, just as a precaution. She's not worried, and I'm not worried. I'm definitely growing, the baby is definitely growing, and moving plenty, and has a strong heartbeat. It's just one of those things that she has to do, just to be on the safe side. So there might be another ultrasound in my future! I'll know in a couple of weeks.
Speaking of appointments, they are every two weeks now, which also means that they are much shorter, because not a lot happens between appointments, and she doesn't have many new things to ask. Just the usual questions about headaches, swelling, appetite, checking my weight, blood pressure, measuring my belly, feeling the baby's position, and listening to the heartbeat.
And of course, I get to pee in a cup and dip a stick in it at every appointment. It's fun. (But not really.) The stick has two dots on it, one blue, and one yellow. One tests for glucose, and one tests for proteins. If the dots don't change color, than that means I have no sugar or protein in my urine. This is a good thing. We want negative results on this one.
If the dots change color, there is chart to compare the colors to, so that I can tell my doctor how much glucose or protein is in the urine. I've had trace amounts of protein for the last few months, but it hasn't gone up from there, so we're still okay. And yesterday I reported negative on both!
The reason we need to know these things is because it could be a sign of preeclampsia. I'm having a hard time finding out what exactly it is, but do know that it could harm and even kill the baby. So if my blood pressure spikes, and I have swelling, and there are high amounts of protein in my urine, I would very likely be induced and deliver the baby early.
My friend Callie was actually in the hospital over the weekend because she had a preeclampsia scare. They monitered her but couldn't determine if she actually had it or not, so she's resting at home, and will hopefully have more conclusive results in a day or two. Thankfully she's at 36 weeks, so if she had to deliver her baby now, he's at a healthy weight, and would be okay. But if you wouldn't mind praying for her, I know she would really appreciate that.
4. I've been eating super healthy these past couple of weeks, and I'm finally feeling better. Things are returning to normal in the digestion department. For the most part, it hasn't been difficult to stay away from sugar and grains and dairy, because I know how it will make me feel. There is no reward in it. I miss those foods sometimes (especially when I'm craving a big fat cinnamon bun for days on end), but not enough to give in.
I need to drink more water though. Of course, that means more trips to the bathroom. Which is probably not such a bad thing. It means I'll be walking more. Considering how much sitting I do, and how difficult it's been to get to the gym, I need to be doing a lot of walking. And it's not like I'm going to get in trouble for slacking off at work if I'm frequently getting out of my chair and wandering away from my desk. Because I'm pregnant. One of the few perks of being pregnant is that you can use it as an excuse/reason for just about anything, and people won't argue with you. :)
5. Believe it or not, I'm not anxious to have this baby. I'm more than ready to not be pregnant anymore, but I'm not ready to actually have a baby. I feel like there are so many things to do (and buy) before our little one comes, and suddenly, I don't have enough time. Right now, I feel perfectly fine with going overdue, because it will give me an extra week or two. But I know that I should try to have everything ready by 37 weeks, just in case. And that's only four weeks away!
We're supposed to move sometime in the next month, we still don't have a stroller or playpen or dresser (or pretty much anything for the baby room), I need to prep the diapers (which is an all-day washing and drying marathon), I need to wash the baby clothes, towels, sheets, and blankets, I need to organize the baby clothes according to size, I need to buy a breast pump and nursing bras, I still have a ton of reading to do for our childbirth class, I need to buy a birthing ball and a heating pad....
Can you tell I'm freaking out? I was going to say that I'm trying my best not to freak out, but that's not true. I'm freaking out. I keep telling myself that I'll feel more ready once my next baby shower (or two) are over with, but more baby showers mean more things to prep and organize.
Oh, and I have to apply to renew my greencard before the end of March. No big deal.
But speaking of baby showers, Art and I are registered on Amazon.com. *Wink wink* Just in case you happened to be curious about that.
6. I mentioned our childbirth class. We're taking a private class, we've had two sessions already, and I love it. It's nice having the one-on-one attention. It's just too bad that it's only three weeks long. There's a lot of information to cram into six hours. But she gave us notes to keep, DVD's to watch, and of course, two fat books to read (which I don't know if I'll complete). We also have relaxation techniques that we're supposed to practice.
You think it wouldn't be hard to do homework that involves relaxing. And I need it now more than ever. We're just so busy! I hate being busy. Art asked me this morning if we're always going to be this busy. (I didn't answer him, because the truth is that we WILL be this busy, but that's not what he needed to hear before he left for work.) We'll be busy getting ready to have a baby, and then we'll have a baby.
And he's going to be in school for the next two years. Oy. I need to stop thinking about all of this so much before my stress goes through the roof. I just decided that I'm going to take a day off at the end of February. We're going to a concert down in Seattle, and it's on a Thursday. We're going to get home really late, so it's the perfect excuse to take Friday off. Okay, I feel better just thinking about that.
So, in summary: I'm sore, uncomfortable, not well-rested, cranky, and stressed. Awesome. It's amazing that my blood pressure was still low at my appointment yesterday. I think I'll go practice some deep breathing now.
So what's new in Babyland?
1. Not much new with the baby. Still head down, pushing against my ribs more and more, and packing on the pounds. I feel hiccups a few times every day, and Art can feel them too. There is less kicking, and more squirming. And that's pretty much all I can say about Baby.
2. I mentioned in my last baby post that I didn't feel like I was growing at all. I should know better than to say those types of things. Because guess what happens when I start talking like that? I go through a growth spurt. This is the fourth one I've had, and oooh, I tell you, I'm about as cranky as could be right now. Thankfully I'm on the tail end of it, but still; it HURTS!!!!!! Friday was the worst day. I practically had to shuffle around, because taking normal strides was too much.
My hips are also expanding again. I haven't been sleeping well for over a week now because of all the discomfort. So the combination of a stretching belly and sore hips and lack of sleep have really been getting to me, if you couldn't tell. I guess this is what they mean when they talk about the third trimester being really uncomfortable. "Uncomfortable" is bit of an understatement though.
3. I have more stretch marks on my hips and butt. I've had stretch marks on my hips since my late teens, but now there are more of them, and they're longer. Thankfully, they're of the silver variety. Not ugly reddish-purple like my other stretch marks.
I can't see the bottom of my belly, and I'm curious if I have stretch marks there or not. Because that's where I feel the growth pains the most. My midwife commented at my appointment yesterday that the height of my uterus is measuring at 30 weeks, even though I'm at 33 weeks. But she also said that it's right up in my rib cage, and has nowhere to go but straight out, so it's understandable that I'm having more ligament pain. My ligaments have to keep stretching and thickening in order to support my protruding belly.
Art and I have started calling my tummy a torpedo, because that's what it's going to look like by the time I give birth.
But because my uterus isn't growing any higher, she might send me for another ultrasound, just as a precaution. She's not worried, and I'm not worried. I'm definitely growing, the baby is definitely growing, and moving plenty, and has a strong heartbeat. It's just one of those things that she has to do, just to be on the safe side. So there might be another ultrasound in my future! I'll know in a couple of weeks.
Speaking of appointments, they are every two weeks now, which also means that they are much shorter, because not a lot happens between appointments, and she doesn't have many new things to ask. Just the usual questions about headaches, swelling, appetite, checking my weight, blood pressure, measuring my belly, feeling the baby's position, and listening to the heartbeat.
And of course, I get to pee in a cup and dip a stick in it at every appointment. It's fun. (But not really.) The stick has two dots on it, one blue, and one yellow. One tests for glucose, and one tests for proteins. If the dots don't change color, than that means I have no sugar or protein in my urine. This is a good thing. We want negative results on this one.
If the dots change color, there is chart to compare the colors to, so that I can tell my doctor how much glucose or protein is in the urine. I've had trace amounts of protein for the last few months, but it hasn't gone up from there, so we're still okay. And yesterday I reported negative on both!
The reason we need to know these things is because it could be a sign of preeclampsia. I'm having a hard time finding out what exactly it is, but do know that it could harm and even kill the baby. So if my blood pressure spikes, and I have swelling, and there are high amounts of protein in my urine, I would very likely be induced and deliver the baby early.
My friend Callie was actually in the hospital over the weekend because she had a preeclampsia scare. They monitered her but couldn't determine if she actually had it or not, so she's resting at home, and will hopefully have more conclusive results in a day or two. Thankfully she's at 36 weeks, so if she had to deliver her baby now, he's at a healthy weight, and would be okay. But if you wouldn't mind praying for her, I know she would really appreciate that.
4. I've been eating super healthy these past couple of weeks, and I'm finally feeling better. Things are returning to normal in the digestion department. For the most part, it hasn't been difficult to stay away from sugar and grains and dairy, because I know how it will make me feel. There is no reward in it. I miss those foods sometimes (especially when I'm craving a big fat cinnamon bun for days on end), but not enough to give in.
I need to drink more water though. Of course, that means more trips to the bathroom. Which is probably not such a bad thing. It means I'll be walking more. Considering how much sitting I do, and how difficult it's been to get to the gym, I need to be doing a lot of walking. And it's not like I'm going to get in trouble for slacking off at work if I'm frequently getting out of my chair and wandering away from my desk. Because I'm pregnant. One of the few perks of being pregnant is that you can use it as an excuse/reason for just about anything, and people won't argue with you. :)
5. Believe it or not, I'm not anxious to have this baby. I'm more than ready to not be pregnant anymore, but I'm not ready to actually have a baby. I feel like there are so many things to do (and buy) before our little one comes, and suddenly, I don't have enough time. Right now, I feel perfectly fine with going overdue, because it will give me an extra week or two. But I know that I should try to have everything ready by 37 weeks, just in case. And that's only four weeks away!
We're supposed to move sometime in the next month, we still don't have a stroller or playpen or dresser (or pretty much anything for the baby room), I need to prep the diapers (which is an all-day washing and drying marathon), I need to wash the baby clothes, towels, sheets, and blankets, I need to organize the baby clothes according to size, I need to buy a breast pump and nursing bras, I still have a ton of reading to do for our childbirth class, I need to buy a birthing ball and a heating pad....
Can you tell I'm freaking out? I was going to say that I'm trying my best not to freak out, but that's not true. I'm freaking out. I keep telling myself that I'll feel more ready once my next baby shower (or two) are over with, but more baby showers mean more things to prep and organize.
Oh, and I have to apply to renew my greencard before the end of March. No big deal.
But speaking of baby showers, Art and I are registered on Amazon.com. *Wink wink* Just in case you happened to be curious about that.
6. I mentioned our childbirth class. We're taking a private class, we've had two sessions already, and I love it. It's nice having the one-on-one attention. It's just too bad that it's only three weeks long. There's a lot of information to cram into six hours. But she gave us notes to keep, DVD's to watch, and of course, two fat books to read (which I don't know if I'll complete). We also have relaxation techniques that we're supposed to practice.
You think it wouldn't be hard to do homework that involves relaxing. And I need it now more than ever. We're just so busy! I hate being busy. Art asked me this morning if we're always going to be this busy. (I didn't answer him, because the truth is that we WILL be this busy, but that's not what he needed to hear before he left for work.) We'll be busy getting ready to have a baby, and then we'll have a baby.
And he's going to be in school for the next two years. Oy. I need to stop thinking about all of this so much before my stress goes through the roof. I just decided that I'm going to take a day off at the end of February. We're going to a concert down in Seattle, and it's on a Thursday. We're going to get home really late, so it's the perfect excuse to take Friday off. Okay, I feel better just thinking about that.
So, in summary: I'm sore, uncomfortable, not well-rested, cranky, and stressed. Awesome. It's amazing that my blood pressure was still low at my appointment yesterday. I think I'll go practice some deep breathing now.
February 2, 2011
Secretive
There are a few things that Art and I are keeping a secret regarding my pregnancy, and I wanted to tell you all why. I feel like we're doing things so differently from everyone else who is pregnant, and I guess I feel the need to explain everything. :) So here we go!
1. The baby's gender. We did not find out, and believe it or not, I'm not dying of curiosity. Where I grew up, this is the norm (although that is starting to change). I have never felt that I wanted to find out the gender of my baby before I give birth, because that's what I'm used to, and therefore, in my mind, that's the way it should be.
I also love surprises, and I find the anticipation fun. I like guessing, I like hearing other people's guesses, and I'm looking forward to that moment when my midwife catches the baby, hands him or her to me, and I get to see for myself what I had.
Whenever I tell people that we don't know the gender, they tell me they had to/would have to find out because, "I'm too impatient!" or "I have to be able to plan."
To the first comment, I say nothing. What can I say? "Well, I guess I'm just more patient than you!" Yeah, I don't think so. I really don't know how to reply to that one.
To the second comment, well, that one I can understand. I am a planner. I'm not much for the spur-of-the-moment, the last minute. So how do I reconcile that part of my nature with not finding out the gender? My "defense" in this case is that I don't feel like I can't plan just because I don't know whether I'm having a boy or a girl Maybe it helps that I'm not much of a decorator, so even though we will now have a baby room, I still wouldn't feel the need to pick out paint colors and curtains and such.
I don't feel it's important to have all the baby stuff in gender-specific colors. The playpen is green and brown. The (free) car seat is brown and tan with some orange (and we registered for a matching stroller). The blankets and towels and bibs are any and every color. To me, it doesn't matter if those things aren't all in pink or blue. The only things that matter are the clothes, and people tend to be pretty generous about giving away their gently-used baby clothes once the baby is born.
Also, baby clothes are cheap, and you don't need a lot of them, because babies grow so quickly. So even if we have to buy all our own gender-specific clothes after the baby is born, it's certainly not going to break our budget.
In conclusion, I feel I am perfectly able to plan for this baby's arrival despite not knowing the gender. And I really do love surprises. In fact, I remember the first time someone told me not only the gender of their baby, but also his name. I was a tiny bit disappointed; I wanted to be surprised!
And I also want others to be surprised too. I want everyone else to anticipate learning the gender, which means that I also wouldn't let on if I was having any hunches. Which I'm not. I truly have no idea. Which only adds to the fun. :)
2. Baby names. We're not telling ANYONE the names we've picked. I actually don't feel out of place about this one, because this is the one thing that's pretty common among most of the pregnant women I know. However, I still have different reasons for not wanting to tell the names.
Most people don't tell the baby names they picked out because they don't want anyone to steal the names. This actually never occurred to me! My reason for not wanting to tell our baby names ties in with the first point: it's all a part of the surprise. I want to announce it all at once. "We had a girl!" "We had a boy!" "His/her name is ___!" I just feel like it all goes together.
One person I talked to made a good point about not wanting others people's input. So that would be another reason to not tell people the baby names you've picked out. It's unfortunate that so many people out there are far too vocal with their opinions, and will tell you if they don't like the name, or they'll make another suggestion. I don't understand this. Do they not know how rude they're being? Anyway, onto #3...
3. My due date. I don't know if you've noticed, but I have not once ever mentioned a specific date. The only people who know are our parents and siblings, a few very close friends, my doctor, and my boss. And they're not telling! If anyone else asks, all I say is, "End of March, beginning of April." Why so vague?
Here it goes: I don't believe in due dates.
For those who don't know, the due date that the doctor gives a pregnant woman is actually just her 40 week date. They give that date because 40 weeks is the average length of pregnancy. But that date is just a guideline.
I have been keeping in mind for months that healthy babies are born anywhere between 37 and 42 weeks. 37 weeks is actually considered full term, because anytime after that is safe for the baby to be born. So when we're talking about a baby being "early" or "late", it's really not accurate if it's within a few days of the 40 week date.
Babies are only truly early if they are born before 37 weeks. They are only truly late if born after 42 weeks. (And in North America, babies are pretty much never born after 42 weeks, because at that point the doctor will intervene.)
I can see the merit in knowing the 40 week date. It's helpful, because if a woman is going to be induced or have c-section, the doctor wants to make sure that it's not too early. And it's helpful, because it tells a doctor when a woman has gone to 42 weeks. After that, it's not safe for baby to let the pregnancy continue.
But as any mother will tell you, it certainly doesn't mean that the baby will be born on that day. Babies can't read calendars. They come out when they are good and ready. Only 4% of babies are actually born on their given "due date."
For me, I'm hoping that by keeping this in mind, I won't be disappointed when my due date comes and goes, because I'm not focusing on that date. I'm focusing on a five week period. I know that it's entirely possible for me to go "overdue" (a.k.a. be pregnant for 42 weeks) and I want to be okay with that. Because it is okay, as long as the baby is still healthy.
Also, I mentioned up there about people's rudeness regarding baby names. I feel that people can also be unintentionally rude when it comes to a due date. Once a due date comes and goes, there are many out there who start to pester the parents. "Have you had your baby yet?" "Any sign of the baby?" "Uh oh, looks your baby is late!"
I don't want people to do that to us. It's not like we're going to keep it a secret! When we have the baby, we will tell the world. So if 40 weeks comes and goes, hopefully few people will pester us, because they won't know that date has passed. All they know is that I'm due "soon."
I know of one woman (hi Brandi!) who cleverly avoided the unnecessary questions (at least online) by updating her Facebook status everyday, making it very clear that she had not had her baby yet. She beat people to the punch! I might do this as well.
As you can see, I feel very strongly about all of this. But I hope none of you feel like I'm judging you. If you have publicly announced your baby's gender, name, and your due date, it's because you're excited! I'm excited too! I just feel like all these secrets add to the excitement. I'm aiming for maximum anticipation. Hopefully it's working. ;)
With all that being said, what do YOU guys think I'm having?
1. The baby's gender. We did not find out, and believe it or not, I'm not dying of curiosity. Where I grew up, this is the norm (although that is starting to change). I have never felt that I wanted to find out the gender of my baby before I give birth, because that's what I'm used to, and therefore, in my mind, that's the way it should be.
I also love surprises, and I find the anticipation fun. I like guessing, I like hearing other people's guesses, and I'm looking forward to that moment when my midwife catches the baby, hands him or her to me, and I get to see for myself what I had.
Whenever I tell people that we don't know the gender, they tell me they had to/would have to find out because, "I'm too impatient!" or "I have to be able to plan."
To the first comment, I say nothing. What can I say? "Well, I guess I'm just more patient than you!" Yeah, I don't think so. I really don't know how to reply to that one.
To the second comment, well, that one I can understand. I am a planner. I'm not much for the spur-of-the-moment, the last minute. So how do I reconcile that part of my nature with not finding out the gender? My "defense" in this case is that I don't feel like I can't plan just because I don't know whether I'm having a boy or a girl Maybe it helps that I'm not much of a decorator, so even though we will now have a baby room, I still wouldn't feel the need to pick out paint colors and curtains and such.
I don't feel it's important to have all the baby stuff in gender-specific colors. The playpen is green and brown. The (free) car seat is brown and tan with some orange (and we registered for a matching stroller). The blankets and towels and bibs are any and every color. To me, it doesn't matter if those things aren't all in pink or blue. The only things that matter are the clothes, and people tend to be pretty generous about giving away their gently-used baby clothes once the baby is born.
Also, baby clothes are cheap, and you don't need a lot of them, because babies grow so quickly. So even if we have to buy all our own gender-specific clothes after the baby is born, it's certainly not going to break our budget.
In conclusion, I feel I am perfectly able to plan for this baby's arrival despite not knowing the gender. And I really do love surprises. In fact, I remember the first time someone told me not only the gender of their baby, but also his name. I was a tiny bit disappointed; I wanted to be surprised!
And I also want others to be surprised too. I want everyone else to anticipate learning the gender, which means that I also wouldn't let on if I was having any hunches. Which I'm not. I truly have no idea. Which only adds to the fun. :)
2. Baby names. We're not telling ANYONE the names we've picked. I actually don't feel out of place about this one, because this is the one thing that's pretty common among most of the pregnant women I know. However, I still have different reasons for not wanting to tell the names.
Most people don't tell the baby names they picked out because they don't want anyone to steal the names. This actually never occurred to me! My reason for not wanting to tell our baby names ties in with the first point: it's all a part of the surprise. I want to announce it all at once. "We had a girl!" "We had a boy!" "His/her name is ___!" I just feel like it all goes together.
One person I talked to made a good point about not wanting others people's input. So that would be another reason to not tell people the baby names you've picked out. It's unfortunate that so many people out there are far too vocal with their opinions, and will tell you if they don't like the name, or they'll make another suggestion. I don't understand this. Do they not know how rude they're being? Anyway, onto #3...
3. My due date. I don't know if you've noticed, but I have not once ever mentioned a specific date. The only people who know are our parents and siblings, a few very close friends, my doctor, and my boss. And they're not telling! If anyone else asks, all I say is, "End of March, beginning of April." Why so vague?
Here it goes: I don't believe in due dates.
For those who don't know, the due date that the doctor gives a pregnant woman is actually just her 40 week date. They give that date because 40 weeks is the average length of pregnancy. But that date is just a guideline.
I have been keeping in mind for months that healthy babies are born anywhere between 37 and 42 weeks. 37 weeks is actually considered full term, because anytime after that is safe for the baby to be born. So when we're talking about a baby being "early" or "late", it's really not accurate if it's within a few days of the 40 week date.
Babies are only truly early if they are born before 37 weeks. They are only truly late if born after 42 weeks. (And in North America, babies are pretty much never born after 42 weeks, because at that point the doctor will intervene.)
I can see the merit in knowing the 40 week date. It's helpful, because if a woman is going to be induced or have c-section, the doctor wants to make sure that it's not too early. And it's helpful, because it tells a doctor when a woman has gone to 42 weeks. After that, it's not safe for baby to let the pregnancy continue.
But as any mother will tell you, it certainly doesn't mean that the baby will be born on that day. Babies can't read calendars. They come out when they are good and ready. Only 4% of babies are actually born on their given "due date."
For me, I'm hoping that by keeping this in mind, I won't be disappointed when my due date comes and goes, because I'm not focusing on that date. I'm focusing on a five week period. I know that it's entirely possible for me to go "overdue" (a.k.a. be pregnant for 42 weeks) and I want to be okay with that. Because it is okay, as long as the baby is still healthy.
Also, I mentioned up there about people's rudeness regarding baby names. I feel that people can also be unintentionally rude when it comes to a due date. Once a due date comes and goes, there are many out there who start to pester the parents. "Have you had your baby yet?" "Any sign of the baby?" "Uh oh, looks your baby is late!"
I don't want people to do that to us. It's not like we're going to keep it a secret! When we have the baby, we will tell the world. So if 40 weeks comes and goes, hopefully few people will pester us, because they won't know that date has passed. All they know is that I'm due "soon."
I know of one woman (hi Brandi!) who cleverly avoided the unnecessary questions (at least online) by updating her Facebook status everyday, making it very clear that she had not had her baby yet. She beat people to the punch! I might do this as well.
As you can see, I feel very strongly about all of this. But I hope none of you feel like I'm judging you. If you have publicly announced your baby's gender, name, and your due date, it's because you're excited! I'm excited too! I just feel like all these secrets add to the excitement. I'm aiming for maximum anticipation. Hopefully it's working. ;)
With all that being said, what do YOU guys think I'm having?
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