So do not fear, for I am with you;
do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you;
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. (Isaiah 41.10)
Hi again. I’m 2 months old now. My mommy keeps kissing my cheeks and neck and she beams when I smile back at her. She always tells me that I’m her little buddy. We spend a lot of time together, but I like it best when she’s holding me.
I’ve discovered some new things… like:
– my fist, which I like to stick in my mouth (but it doesn’t work so well when I try to double fist it)
– sleeping longer during the night (my Mommy really liked it last night when I slept for 8 hours straight)
– kicking my feet (my Daddy says I’ve got rythym)
– batting at my toys on my play mat (but sometimes I get frustrated if I’m left there too long, or I just fall asleep out of exhaustion instead)
– tummy time (but I do NOT like it)
– my Vans (actually, I have no idea what these are…but my Mommy loves to dress me up in them every day)
– I can also really fill up a diaper
My Mommy has also been celebrating my 2 months by eating chocolate chips every day. She told me that they’re her power snack. I just tell her that she’s the Milk Lady.
I’m sorry to say that the Third Annual Baer Tennis Whites Classic has been postponed due to a new ball boy training academy in Sunnyvale. The Baer Tennis Whites Classic will resume next year to coincide with the BNP Paribas Open (for the non-tennis folk, this is a professional tennis tournament in Indian Wells).
Martha and Augie came to visit us last week. There were moments when Martha and I would look at each other and say, “What are we doing? Who are we?” It’s amazing how quickly our lives can change. It wasn’t that long ago that we were livin’ the single life in our cute cottage in Santa Barbara and encouraging one another to either soak in the freedom of our independence or endure another strange dating fiasco. And here we are now. Moms. The only two people missing from our time together were our own Moms. We knew they would have both been beaming.
One morning as Carl was heading off to work and Martha and I were lounging in our flannel pjs on the couch with our boys, Carl said, “Livin’ the dream.” Indeed. We are!
So.. Norma and Kathy, when are you both going to join us??
I’m one month old now. Can you believe it? It’s been a bit of a blur for my Mommy and Daddy. To celebrate, my Mommy picked up a dozen Krispy Kreme donuts. I think she was trying to be funny, since she’s been sitting on a plastic donut for the entire month. She told me that if she’s going to sit on a donut, she might as well eat one (or two).
I know I’m a little young to have favorite things… but here are a few:
– snuggle time
– swaddles and loud “shushing”
– stroller rides outside
– to my Mommy’s dismay, I like the smooth jazz songs from my bouncy seat
– looking out the window
– rides in the car
– my swing
– tooting while my Mommy feeds me
I also just started making coo-ing and caa-ing sounds. My Mommy likes that a lot.
Okay. I’ll check in with you a bit later…
Hi. I’m new here. I’m 3 weeks old now, and I got my belly button yesterday. My parents think I’m very advanced and that I’m growing up fast. They also tell me that I’m cute. A lot.
Before I continue, I guess I should tell you a bit more about me. My Mommy found out about me when she was visiting some of her college friends. They threw me a little party with a funny little stick that said she was pregnant. Then, they sang karaoke until the wee hours of the morning.
I grew and grew, and my Mommy thought my kicks inside of her felt weird and funny.
Before I arrived, I was in here:
That’s my Mommy. She’s actually in labor in that picture. My Daddy thinks labor started early because she and my Oma Baer went to Costco and ate a Costco hot dog. They took this picture before they went to the hospital. I think it’s a good idea that she ate something because once she got to the hospital, all they’d give her to eat was runny jell-o and ice chips.
I wasn’t so sure I wanted to come out of my womb-room. It was nice and toasty and comfy in there. So I took my time. My Mommy was pooped, so it’s a good thing she made a fun music mix for herself to listen to during labor. I was almost born to the song “Billie Jean” by Michael Jackson, but it skipped ahead to “I Have Confidence” from the Sound of Music. My Mommy and Daddy needed some confidence when I was born, because I decided I needed help breathing in this new, strange world. It’s okay though. I may be little, but I’m a tough guy. The NICU nurses took really good care of me, and even gave me sugar water as a treat. I was born on January 28th at 11:30am, weighing in at 7 pounds, 1 ounce and measuring 21 inches long. I also have large feet, which my Daddy says will be good for bike riding… but my Mommy just likes to kiss them a lot.
Some of my relatives tell me that “you ain’t much if you ain’t Dutch.” It’s a good thing I’m half Dutch, right? My Mommy and Daddy like to dress me up in Dutch orange. But I’d like it a lot more if you came and visited me soon!!
I debated about calling this post by the real name, or even labeling it by what really happened (“I Peed in My Purse”), but I’m not in the 3rd grade anymore. I’m more mature than that, right?
Many embarrassing moments have occurred along the way in my pregnancy, but this is not confession time. You’ll have to ask for all of the stories in person. But for now, I’ll share at least one.
Each time I go to my OB appointment, I’m asked to bring in a urine sample. Why they ask me to do this at home is somewhat of a mystery. But I try to be an “A” student and do as I’m told. I put the full-to-the-brim sample container in its brown paper bag, slipped it into my purse, and Carl drove me over to my appointment. As I was checking in at the front desk, I reached for my wallet and thought, Hmmm… why is my wallet all wet? I then produced the evidence. A soaked through paper bag with about 2cm of its contents left in the sample.
The receptionists looked at my horrified face and laughed, saying, “Looks like someone is going to have to buy you a new purse!”
So basically, you can say I just peed in my purse. I PEED IN MY PURSE PEOPLE!
I recently discovered that I’m the talk of the office. About a month later when I came clutching my sample with a vice grip (which I no longer slip in my purse but double-bag in plastic), the medical assistant thought it would be fun to tell me about a woman whose urine sample spilled in her purse. I cocked my head and looked at her, saying, “That was ME!” Hope I’m providing entertainment for other expectant moms.
I’ve had two ultrasounds in the past few weeks to see how the baby is growing. Since my measurements weren’t lining up with the norm, my doctor thought it would be best to check in on the bambino. Turns out the baby is growing just fine… more than fine. I even asked the dumb question if there was a way for me to slow down the birth weight (Carl was a 10-pounder, and I don’t even want to think about what that must have been like for his mom). The radiologist even made a point of saying, “Wow, this baby has a big head.” Umm, did I really need to know this when I’m already freaking out about how I’ll get through labor and delivery? And yesterday, at my follow-up ultrasound, my doctor measured the baby’s feet because she thought they looked large (measuring in at 6cm). The babe has got some paws! It’s really too bad that they’ve stopped filming The Lord of the Rings. I feel like their description of our baby is sounding more and more like a Hobbit.
Krista – I posted this pic just for you!
Okay, so it’s not a worldwide tour. But it sounded more epic to say it that way. For those of you who have asked for more bump pictures, here you go!
The elf on the bump.*
*The real name of the elf is Elf on the Shelf, but he seemed to like the bump all the same.
Over six years ago, I received a voicemail message from my then four-year-old niece Olivia to tell me that my sister-in-law was pregnant. All she said on the voicemail was, “There’s a baby in the tummy. There’s a baby in the tummy.” My roommate Martha and I saved that message for weeks.
Well, now I have the same news to share. There’s a baby in MY tummy!
It still sounds so crazy to say out loud. Who, me? Pregnant? But now that I’m five months along, it’s becoming more and more real. I’ve fallen in love with elastic-waisted jeans. (Why didn’t anyone tell me about this wonderful invention before?) I’m also starting to feel the little bambino flutter inside. We’re going to wait to find out if we’re having a boy or girl… so for now, we pray for Baby H and watch the bump grow!