3 Months

Wow! I haven't been updating this nearly as much as I should, mostly because life is hectic. Yay for babies!

As I write this, she's in her pack n play chattering away, while Daddy sleeps just a few feet away. Maybe she'll wake him up ;-)

Maddie is a complete joy, she has such a bubbly personality. She smiles and giggles all the time now, especially if you're smiling or laughing at her.

Milestones she's been hitting:
She's got full head control now.
When on tummy time, she pushes her chest up and looks around.
Smiling, giggling, mimicking expressions. She's got Matt's smirk!
She's not rolling over yet, but this could be due to the fact that she slept in the bassinet for the last three months, and there's no room for her to try and roll there. We give her tummy time everyday, but she doesn't seem interested in rolling. I'm not going to complain!
She's grabbing toys and blankets and all sorts of stuff now.

And she just woke up and I got distracted so we took a few hour break from writing this. :-)

She's off her apnea monitor and one of her medications, so now all that's left is the zantac!

Yay!

Birth Story

June 26th, I had felt a bit under the weather, had a temp for a couple of hours at 101.4, but it faded by about 5pm.

Matt got home a bit late, I was taking it easy, just getting ready to make some chicken noodle soup and just settle into bed. We'd gotten a netflix movie that day in the movie, and Matt and I were talking about watching it in a bit. At about 8:30pm, I was just sitting in bed, reading a book and suddenly I felt a *pop* and a small gush. I made some grunt "ooof" noise, and Matt heard me from the computer room and came in and helped me out of bed. I told him I felt a small pop and I needed to go to the bathroom.

Once at the bathroom, I had about 5 minutes of straight water coming out, muuuuuuch more than just going to the restroom. I called Matt back in and told him I thought my water broke, so he went into Daddy-mode and got the rest of the bags packed and got things packed up and ready to go, just to be safe. He went down and washed the dishes, made sure the cats had food, and I called my Mom to describe the feeling and she agreed it sounded like my water broke, and I told her that I didn't have any contractions yet. As I finished telling her that, I had one. I started timing them, and almost immediately they were 7 minutes apart. About three or four contractions later, I started having them also at 3minutes, but not as strong and only lasting about 20 seconds. I called the doctor after taking a shower, answered a few questions and they told me to come on in.

It's a good thing we didn't wait until 5 minutes, very honestly. We left very soon after, got to the hospital at about 10pm (bout a 40 minute drive) and my contractions were running about 6 minutes apart then. I was preregistered, so they went ahead and got me all set up in a L&D room. I met my nurse, who would be with me the entire time. She was amazing, I loved her to death. 28, was her birthday on the 26th and she got engaged, so she was rooting for a 26th baby too hehe. She got me changed into a gown and I proceeded to projectile vomit my previous chicken noodle soup all over the toilet. XD Got changed and she got me into the bed, checked to confirm that my water did indeed break (it did!) and then measured me. I was 4-5 cm, contractions about 5 minutes apart at that time. She brought in all the consent forms I needed to sign, inbetween contractions and we got those taken care of. They hooked me up to an IV (mostly because I threw up, wasn't a battle I was going to fight) and it only took 3 attempts and bleeding all over my wedding rings to get it! (I kept having contractions when she was going to prick me and my vein would move/dissapear.

Once the IV got all set up and I answered some more questions, had just a few more contractions, I was measured by the OB who said I was 6, this was about a half hour after my first measurement. Some more stuff went on, random questions, contractions, etc. At about midnight (only an hour later), I mentioned that I felt the urge to push, and my nurse looked at me, puzzled and checked me again. She looked a bit surprised and said "Wow, you're fully dialated!" and went to page the doctor. the OB came in and checked me, gave the nurse permission to let me start pushing when I felt ready. So, for the next two hours, I pushed when I felt ready (there was no timing, they let me do it at my own time and when I felt the urge, which I veryveryvery much appreciated, even though it took a bit longer than I think they expected.) I was making progress, slowly. The OB came in a few times, checked my progress, etc. I was told so many times about how much hair she had, and that it was -dark-. Matt was there for me the entire time, held my right leg for me, let me pull on him, hold onto him, squeeze his hand, wrist, arm... He kept me stocked up on ice chips, and I was going through icepacks like they were going out of style. I got a new one every 15 minutes, it felt like. I just wanted COLD.

At about the 2 hour mark, she was progressed very well and the OB came in and things got rollin'. Over the next 15-20 minutes, I went through the most pain ever in my entire life, but I did it. She came out at 2:20am, after almost 2 and a half hours of pushing. 6lbs, 14.5 oz and 20 inches in length. She's got a full head of hair and is beautiful. :-)

Very very very luckily, I did not need an episiotomy, nor did I tear hardly at all. I had two very minor tears, but nothing that bled or needed stitches. Matt says she came out looking like a little grey alien, and turned pink immediately. He cut the cord, and then he followed her over and watched her get cleaned up and everything, while they took care of looking me over. I was given about an hour of bonding time with her, where we attempted breastfeeding, but she just wanted to fuss instead. Unfortunately, this is the most I've been able to hold her so far. :-(

She was taken to the nursery, while they prepared to move me to my postpartum room. Unfortunately, no rooms were available! But they had the luxury suites available for $300 a night. Er.. No thanks. So, they found me a room, a different wing, that's just a basic tiny post-surgery room. I -should- be moved to a real postpartum room tomorrow morning.(Which are much roomier and nicer.)

I did indeed acomplish going the entire thing pain-medication free, which I'm very proud of, but at the same time, I think everything went -so- quickly that it would've been difficult to get me on pain meds anyway!

Now, the slightly more depressing news. When they took Maddie to the nursery, apparently she had a "breathing spell" where she stopped breathing for about one second, and changed colors a bit. This happened once more not long after, and so they moved her to NICU for monitoring. Over the next couple hours, she had about 3 more "spells" and the NICU specialist came and saw us, asking us for consent to do a spinal tap, just to rule out any serious infections. He explained that they believe it's just a minor infection, which could have been from my fever earlier in the day (which I had told them about when I was first admitted) and they had her on IV antibiotics. She was already doing better (she's wonderfully, perfectly healthy, other than these few breathing issues) and they did tell us we won't be able to bring her home for 5 days, because they want to monitor her for any further breathing issues before sending her home. I completely understand, and I would feel uncomfortable taking her home knowing that she still had the problems. I'd probably be panic-y mommy.

We've seen her a few times, and she seems to be sleeping pretty peacefully. She's gorgeous, has a full head of darkdark hair, a long torso and extremeeeeeeeely cute ears. But, I'm biased! XD

I'm on a pumping schedule now, so they can give her breastmilk tomorrow when they put her on actual food. (She's on IV food just for today, to prevent reflex from causing more breathing problems) I'm still working on getting good production, but each time seems to be a bit more and more collustrum, so I'm positive!

37 weeks!

Matt has informed me that my blog is "overdue". I admit, it's because I have been busy and I haven't wanted to just whine about my pregnancy.

She's head down, 1cm dilated and 70% effaced (at last weeks appointment). Oh man, am I feeling it. My heartburn hasn't been as bad (also, pepcid AC is made from ambrosia, I have determined. It is amazing.) because she's lower, but she still stretches and kicks a lot. Sometimes it's very painful.

I had a -bad- night last week, thursday night/friday morning. I'd been done with my UTI medication for a week, and all of a sudden that night, after about 8pm, I had to go to the restroom every 10-15 minutes. I basically lived in the bathroom for about 6 hours, THEN, it finally became every hour or so, but it was painful. I was having false contractions, but only when I'd go to the bathroom, and it was just.. not pleasant. I got about 2 hours of sleep that night, and when Matt woke up in the morning, I asked him to stay home a bit just to make sure I wasn't going to have to go into the hospital. Luckily, the pain went away at around 6am and I was able walk around some without keeling over. I sent him off to work, slept some, then called the OB at 9. She said that either my UTI is making another appearance, or the baby dropped and was just causing a lot of pressure/pain on my bladder, OR that I was slightly dehyrated. She told me to spend the day in bed and drink lots of water or gatorade. I took her advice and haven't had any issues since.

I have been much more deligant about drinking a lot of water though. I was a bad girl and slacked off and wasn't drinking nearly as much as I should for a few weeks there. Back to about 5-6 16oz's a day, with other juices thrown in. :-) .... and the occasional dr. pepper. ;-)

Other than that, nothing too much to report. I'm on weekly visits now. I see a different OB this week (which was my choice, so I don't have to drive all the way to the hospital to see my doctor, but I can go to one who works with her and is at the nearby satelite clinic this week) and then next week I have to see yet another OB in the same clinic, but this is because my OB will be out of town from the 1st-7th.

I know every woman is different and she could wait until my due date or even after, even with being 70% effaced, but I can't help but be a bit worried she's going to make an early appearance and my OB won't be here. But, oh well. There will be nothing I can do about it, if that's the case. It just makes me nervous, because my OB and I have a pretty set birth plan, no C-Section unless the baby's in distress, natural birth, no IV unless I become dehyrated, allowing me to walk around as I want, only infrequent fetal monitoring, as long as everything goes well.. etc. She's being awesome about this stuff, and I just worry that another OB will disagree and want to do things differently. I'm ready for a fight if that's the case! Obviously the c-section is the most important to me. I'll pick my battles if I have to.

I got my first sling yesterday! Poor Matt. I've become obsessed with babywearing and wraps and slings. I told him he needs to set up a paypal budget for me to monitor my spending on these things. XD

The mural has begun in the babies room, it's looking pretty fantastic so far.



Ah, my artist-men! How lucky I am!

Baby Shower!

Picture post wouldn't be complete without a cat under a crib.
Crib set. Yay for purples!

I think he's fed up with me here...
They look pretty good...


It was amazing! We are extremely lucky people, I have to say.

Thank you again to Mel and Mike for throwing us such an awesome party, we had a great time and it was drama-free! I love drama-free. Mmm.

My Awesome diaper cake!

Not as bad as it could have been.

Well, we're moved into the house!! We've been working all week to get boxes unpacked and get things moved around the way we like it, and we're probably only half done. 

So far, the only bad thing is texas spiders. With living so close to farmland and outside the city, they're apparently popular in the area.

Big. Texas. Spiders.

Matt's probably killed about 5 brown recluses (all outside the house, thankfully) and we've had HomeTeam come out and spray. I hate SMALL spiders, and these things just keep giving me nightmares. Hopefully now that we've had the house/garage/yard sprayed, we won't really see them anymore.

BUT! I love my kitchen. It's amazing and huge and I have SO MUCH ROOM. It's amazing to put all of our stuff into the house and have it fit. It's not cramped or stuffed somewhere. We have ROOM. Our bed looks dwarfed in our bedroom because of how much bigger it is. 

The nursery is like a baby-storage-area right now, which is fine. She's going to be sleeping in our room for at least the first couple months anyway. We've got time! 

The baby shower is fast approaching (next weekend!) and I'm excited to see Mel and Mike again. :-D Matt and I are gonna have to bust our butts to get the last few boxes gone or stored before then, but I think we can do it. 

I'll be 32 weeks this Saturday! 8 month Milestone! It's kinda hard to believe I'm already 8 months, I'm starting to waddle and growing a ton. She moves almost constantly, usually just things like elbowing me or moving a limb around. 

8-ish more weeks to go! (I'm convinced she's going to be a week late, so it may be more) We can't wait to meet our little one.

Moving Weekend

If I get through this weekend without killing someone, I will truly be surprised. 

30 weeks!

House Madness!

Ohmygosh we own a house!

In other news, I failed the one hour glucose test and had to go back for the three hour. I passed the three hour with flying colors, so yay! I do not have Gestational Diabetes! One less thing to worry about.

Just a quick update, making dinner and then heading to the house.

:-)

28 Weeks

Had the 1 hour Glucose test today, pretty painless overall. I remember reacting badly to the liquid they give you, when I was in HS and had to have a 5 hour test. This was much better and the drink wasn't nearly as bad. The worst part was the fasting and having to wait until 10:20 to even have my appointment, then drinking something that's practically pure sugar, then waiting another HOUR. I was starving when I got out of the office.

I've gained two pounds! Then I had to ruin it by getting a haircut. I think I lost a pound after that. Oh wells! (That puts me at about 4lbs total weight gain for the pregnancy. I think I'm finally gradually gaining.)

I'm measuring great, she's super active and kicked the OB and the nurse several times during the fetal heartrate and the measuring. I think she was hyper from a large amount of sugar surrounding her just a few minutes before. Took the nurse about 5 minutes just to get her heartbeat because she kept moving and kicking and shifting away from it. She does not like cold stuff.

One thing they did notice was a bit of blood in my urine sample, which could mean the beginning stages of a UTI. They sent the sample out for a culture and I should hear something about it the same day as I get the results of the glucose test. I don't have any symptoms at all that I can notice (frequent urniation maybe? Though it's been about the same most of the pregnancy.) and my OB said that it could just be forming. I be drinkin lots of cranberry juice, yaaar!

We had an amazing weekend in Dallas, I felt great the entire time and had good company! We went to the Scarb Renn Faire, and had a great time. I didn't get sore or tired or anything. Weather was great (other than a bit of mud) and I had a turkey leg. Mmmm. Oh! And then we had damn good cake (tm) at the party after. I love the Dallas Crew!

Mel and Mike are seriously some of the most amazing friends I have ever had. I have mad love for them. I look forward to seeing them again next month and spoiling them rotten while they're here!

Easter!

Happy Easter! Dad told me today it didn't really feel like easter in the house without a little brunette running around trying to find her basket. I told him they used to make it too easy for me. XD

I'm really looking forward to years down the road of hiding easter baskets and having easter egg hunts. Holidays really are so much more fun with kids around.

27 weeks! Almost into my third trimester, already. Time is flying by, I tell ya. My (one hour) glucose test is on the 22nd, and I don't think I'll have any issues with it. I hate that stupid drink though.

Online baby shower invites went out yesterday! The place could still change, but we're really hoping not. We want to be moved into the house by at least the weekend before that. If not two weekends before. 

Today we're having B over, and we're making some kabobs and mashed taters. Yum! Also on the agenda: Clean the dining room and box some crafts and stuff up, and cleaning the kitchen. Matt has agreed to help, lets see if he stays true!

26 Weeks

Now into 26 weeks, and it's been a fairly uneventful week as far as baby goes. She's decided that my ribs are the COOL place to hang out, and really only settles back downward when I'm in bed at night. Everything above my belly button is sore, since she decided to move up. I think I need to do some more expanding! She's apparently the size of an english cucumber right now (according to babycenter.com) hee!

I've actually finally gained a pound or two. First weight gain of the pregnancy! (I probably shouldn't be happy about this, since I know much more is to come.) I'm pretty sure it's because I ate a fair amount of junk food and had soda this past week, rather than living on my fruits and veggies that I'd been previously craving. 

Matt was gone all day Friday until Sunday night, and those two nights sleeping were... nice but lonely. I didn't have my little in-bed space heater, for one and I also feel more comfortable when Matt's in the bed. But, I was able to sprawl out, and Ras loved it, because he had free range of sleeping on the bed (rather than trying to find a tiny space to squeeze with us). 

I tried to keep busy when he was gone, and I did okay. I did half of the laundry (saved the rest for when he got home since he had packed jeans and stuff) and made sure dishes got done and etc. I got some graph paper and designed how I invision the backyard to look when we build the desk and my planters and garden. I picked out all of the things I want in my garden and did a ton of research on growing citrus and fruit in Houston. I hope by this time next year we've got a nice orange tree and a nice peach tree growing in my back yard!

We're hoping to hear something in the next day or two about the mortgage, it seems that it's gotten past all of the other steps and is on the last part, and they seem super optimistic and that there's no problems and everything should go through just fine. The mortgage lender even told Matt on Thursday "I should have an approval for you next week." So, we're keeping our fingers crossed. Matt keeps making fun of me for being supersticious, because I don't want to start packing until we know. I'm paranoid that I'm going to jinx us.

Dad is already drawing up plans to build Maddie a superfantastic playground swingset for the backyard, when they come visit next year. He built me one when I was a toddler, and I loved it. 

I love having a Dad that's an engineer, the man would go crazy if he couldn't design and build stuff, and I profit from it! Now if only he could come visit when we build our deck, so he can do that too... But, I have faith that my husband will do his research and enlist in his friends help (since I won't be able to, we would LIKE to build it before Maddie is born) and that they'll have a nice guy-weekend and build it. 

I just have to say how extremely lucky we are to have amazing parents. My parents may live 1700 miles away, but they try to help out as much as possible, and Matt's mom lives in West Texas, but she's been super amazing with helping us get stuff for the house. Thanks to her, it seems like we're going to get a free almost-new washer and dryer set, along with a changing table (something that I've considered a "luxury" and that while I'd like, wasn't on my need-list) that matches the crib, along with an antique china hutch and an antique dining room table. Having a MIL with her own consignment shop is amazing, let me tell you. 

I think I've finally gotten the colors picked out for painting. We're not going to paint the downstairs probably until next year, when we actually get a nice furniture set and new TV and such. I don't want to paint it one color and have everything change, then not be happy with it.

Maddie's room is going to be "Touch of Violet" - which is exactly how it sounds. A very light violet. Then of course the mural the guys are going to paint. The guest bathroom is going to be "Celestial Sun" - which is a light/medium yellow. Duckie themed! We've already got yellow and orange towel sets and a matching rug. Our bathroom, I'm probably not going to paint. It's already an off-white, and we plan on going Royal Purple/Cream colored with towels and rugs and stuff, so I don't really see a need to paint it.  Our bedroom is going to be Fossil Gray, which is a nice, neutral, taupe color. Goes well with the set we have now, and won't be hard to match up later. (If Matt had his way, our room would be "purple polka", which is a royal purple hehehe) Third bedroom isn't being painted, because it'll become the second kids room in a couple years, and I wanna wait till we have that second kid to decide the theme we're going with. For now, it'll  just be a computer room and guest room. Don't need noffin fancy!

It's going to drive me insane that I can't paint, for serious. I LOVE house-painting, and I won't be able to be there (or at least I'll have to be downstairs, but it will take a LOT of willpower to not check on how the painting is going) and do things myself. I hate having to rely on other people to do the things I want to do. I know Matt'll do a good job, and Vanessa offered to help, so I'm sure they can get it done in one or two days easily, way before we move in. (Painting will be the first thing done!) 

This coming weekend = Easter!

Next Weekend = DALLAS! WOooooo Dallas! Gosh, I am looking forward to seeing Mel and Mike and the girls and going to Scarb and seeing all of my lovely SOKers and eee! Last road trip before Maddie's born, so I'm going to make the most of it!

May 23rd = Baby Shower! Our goal is to be completely moved in by then (shouldn't be a problem) and hopefully have something set up in the backyard so that it's not just... dirt. As soon as we know about the mortgage and things start really get rolling, I can help Mel with planning and getting an invite list and address (of the house) and directions and such. She's amazing, by the way. Just so everyone knows. 

That weekend is going to be crazy, it's a birthday weekend for both Mel (the day after the shower) and Matt (Matt's is a few days later) and then the shower, and us having just moved in and it'll be the first time a lot of our friends (except the ones that help us move) see the house. Whew. May is a busy busy busy month. Hopefully June will be quiet.

Hmmm

It seems that stupid family drama calms Maddie down and makes her sleep a lot.

Is this a warning for life to come? 

26 Week Belly Bump

Excitement abound

I don't really plan to post much on here, because I'm pretty horrible at communicating my thoughts at any given time -- and believe me, I think on in so many directions you'd have a really hard time following them anyway -- and I'm really not a blogger. Hell, I only really log into Facebook to play that D&D app and even that's waning from my attention. Myspace is something I avoid like a plague.

But my beautiful wife means the world to me and this is something she put together for some posterity as we build a family and have a future, so I'm going to do my best to put this to use (when I think about it).

I'm effing excited about having our first home. I did NOT want our child to be born into a crappy apartment where I have to threaten the lives of our upstairs neighbors on a daily basis. I'm tired of going outside and cataloging new dents and dings in our cars because of people who can't park worth a damn. I just don't want to share walls and parking any more. I'm done with it. And I want to know that the 1k I'm spending every month is going somewhere that's actually good for us long term.

It's been probably 10 years since I've mowed a lawn. I hope I can remember how. I finally get to do my own maintenance on my house. I can change something if I want to. It's gonna be awesome.

I'm looking forward to helping Andrea design a gorgeous nursery for Madness and I can already see her in my head growing up with a yard to play in and chasing the dog in the backyard with a weapon of improvised design. It's going to be fantastic. I look forward to the day we get to teach her how to use a slip & slide, because we can do that in our own yard.

I look forward to planting lemon trees in the back yard for Andrea and watching them grow with Madison so she can one day steal all the lemons from her mom's tree and hide them somewhere because they're made of gold. Yeah, I'm giving my daughter ideas already, I'm going to be horrible.

Difference of opinion?

Andrea:  hehe Mike wanted to know if we'll have a bright pink bedroom for them to sleep in.

Matt:: I was thinking of the whirling colors of chaos and nightmare.

Andrea: I was thinking greens and tans......

I'm not really sure that greens and tans will match with the colors of chaos and nightmare.... 

We're pretty excited about the very close prospect of having a house! I keep looking at paint colors (even though I know I can't do the painting) and we've been doing research on lawn landscaping and deck/patio building... All stuff we're going to have to do this year. 

For Maddie's room, we're thinking of a light, bright, happy yellow. Matt and B are going to see about painting murals on the walls, dragons and fairies and other fantasy-like things. They're both artsy and great at stuff like that, so I have no doubt it'll look awesome. 

Addition to list

11. No matter how pregnant you think you look, chances are, most everyone else just thinks you're fat. I imagine this will change when I'm about 8ish months, but as of right now, I still get "You're pregnant?!" - which, I suppose is flattering, except that I know I have a belly, so... was their first thought "wow she's put on weight..." or what? Who knows. Maybe they're just trying to not be rude by assuming I'm pregnant. I know I have a long torso, but come on.

In other news...

Today was an extremely long day. We were at the home builders place at 9am, after having only a small breakfast, and we were there until almost 2pm. I was about dying from starvation at that point. But, we are one step closer to owning a home!  I'm just durned worn out from going through a billion houses and signing lots of papers and fussing with a lot of stuff. 

It'll be nice to actually have a nursery when the little one arrives, we weren't expecting that to happen until just a few months after she was here. The goal is to get B (Matt's best friend) to paint a purple dragon on the wall! What little girl wouldn't love a purple dragon on her wall?

Things I've Learned

A simple list of things I've learned since being pregnant.

1. The two people who will never complain about TMI are your husband and your Mother. They will be godsends when it comes to needing to complain about the icky stuff.

2. People loose their rude filter around you when they find out you're pregnant. Examples:

"Was your baby planned?" - Er, I'm not really sure how that's any of your business. For one thing, we plan on loving her and supporting her and giving her the best life we can. Isn't that all that matters? Secondly, if you consider ovulation calenders and tests and all that as planning... then no. But, we had talked about having children from early in our relationship, we knew we both wanted kids and we let nature take it's course. Nature was pretty quick on the helpin out.

"How much weight have you gained?" None of your freakin business! This is a no-win question. Don't even attempt to ask.

"I knew a Madison once, she was a complete bitch and I hated her!" Well, I hope my daughter grows up to be a complete bitch and beats the shit out of you then too.

"Ugh, that's a horrid name!" - Response recieved when Grandmother asked boy-name choices. If you don't want to know, don't ask. 

"Are you going to get rid of your cats?" No. "But that one you have is kind of mean...." He's only mean to jackasses like yourself.

"Those jeans really are made for someone with a little less in the hips." I thought you were trying to SELL them to me, not make me want to stab you in the face. 

3. If I hear one more goddamn joke about craving pickles, I think I will stab someone. My cravings have been perfectly normal. I have yet to crave something that I didn't already like in the first place. My top 5 cravings are:

Peaches

Watermelon

Oranges

Baby Carrots

Dr. Pepper (One I have not acted on nearly as much as the rest!)

4. Pregnancy glow? What the hell is that? All I know about "glowing" is that I sweat a lot because my body temp is like 10 degrees higher. 

5. There are very few people I feel comfortable with touching my stomach. My husband, obviously, and close friends and family. If you are a stranger or someone I barely know, expect to get a rude response. What exactly do you expect to feel? Hoping to get lucky and get a kick? Why do you think that as a stranger, you should feel privlaged enough to feel my daughter kick and that I'd be okay with it? No. Not okay. Fuck off. (If you are a close friend or family member, disregard this, you may touch as much as you want.)

6. Whoever coined the term "Morning sickness" should be shot. Somewhere painful. And then have it left to fester and get all infected and stuff. I had this so-called "morning" sickness, morning, noon and night from weeks 6-16. It made me seriously reconsider ever wanting to do this again, but alas, the end means makes it all worth it.

7. Basically from the day you find out you're pregnant, you start having bladder issues. Some days are worse than others, but I'm already to the point where if I have a full bladder and she decides to kick my bladder, there is the possibility of bladder leakage. Pleasant.

8. Apparently, wanting to have a natural childbirth makes you "crazy". Because I don't want a needle stuck in MY SPINE and I actually would like to feel what's going on, I am told by several people that I'm going to regret it and that I'm just durn crazy. Well, that's my problem to deal with, not yours. 

9. The sleep problems start before the kid arrives. I think it's your body's way of preparing you for middle-of-the-night fussyness and feedings, because I keep waking up several times during the night and she's not even here yet!

10. Babies make new-time grandparents go CRAZY! My Mom calls me nearly everyday to tell me the latest thing she bought for her new bundle of joy. So. Much. Clothing. 

25 Week Madness

Welcome! Last night when I was laying in bed not able to sleep, I decided that I wanted to make a blog about my pregnancy and onward for our first child. 

What's in a name: My husband, Matt, told me that his nickname for our daughter is going to be "Madness" and it wasn't something I could pass up. I instantly liked it and thought it was pretty fitting!

A little bit about me, I'm a 24 year old military brat, living in Houston TX with my hubby and two cats. I'm 25 weeks pregnant and we're extremely excited about the birth of our first child. Just as a tiny disclaimer, I'm a very blunt and forward woman. I swear and I say what's on my mind. If you have a problem with that, turn away now, this blog isn't for you! I'll try to keep things on the low TMI scale so you won't get grossed out, but things may slip! 

My Husband has permissions to post on this blog also, so you may see him pop in from time to time, but don't hold your breath. He's not really a blogging type person. 

But, welcome to my blog and I hope you get some enjoyment out of my antics!