Geez, I wish you'd get here already...

I've been thinking a lot about how my life will be different in another month or so. I guess I'm trying to mentally prepare myself for the shock of caring for a newborn. Everytime I take an extra 5 minutes just to stand under the hot water in the shower, sleeping in as late as I want on Saturdays, spontaneously deciding to go to a movie just because the mood hits me.... all these things, I know will not be so easy to manage once Mila is here. I think a lot about the day she will be born as well. Like, will my birth plan go as planned? What if I go into labor at work and can't reach Bryan on his cell? What if the nurse is so enchanted by my beautiful baby that she tries to run away with her?? Then there's those silly APGAR tests. Already, society is throwing standardized testing at my innocent child. I can't lie, I am keeping my fingers crossed for a perfect 10 on the APGAR tests. Just so I can get a bumper sticker that reads: "My APGAR baby is smarter than your Honor Student."

7 1/2 Months... and Mally is still here

When Mally gets exhausted from hunting us, she just shuts down in a comatose like slumber...

I really miss being able to lay in any other position than my left side... I'm 7 1/2 months now, belly is definitely popping out. I've gained 25lbs and have entered into the "waddle like a duck" stage. I'm also feeling Mila kick me in new places.. like my ribs. Not the most comfortable sensation but an incredilby comforting feeling that she is active and healthy.

Having a cold and being pregnant.. fun.

I'm 7 months. And my body celebrates this by getting sick and staying sick. I've been out of work for 3 days, much to the distress of my boss. We have a board meeting next week and God forbid if I'm not there to change the agenda 20 times. Mila seems to not be bothered by my cold in the least. She's moving, stretching, kicking... I'm now feeling her in more than one spot. It's like I am feeling her kick and her head press against me on the other side. Kinda cool. Bryan of course, avoids me like the plague. He hates being sick. Blown kisses will just have to suffice until I'm not a walking viral infection.

Pregnant Belly = Bongo Drum..

Ok, so I guess it's normal for me to be a little more excited about baby movements than Bryan. It's my baby growing in my belly. Though Bryan is excited about the birth of our daughter, I know he can't possibly comprehend what it is like to actually feel her kicks, hiccups, and other movements. That being said, he does have his ways of bonding with our unborn... My belly has become a bongo drum. When he leaves for work or greets me at the end of the day, he kisses me and does a quick 'bumba-da-da-bumb' right on top of what could possibly be Mila's head or bottom. Hopefully, she won't hold a grudge.

First Entry...

I'd like to start off by saying, thank you Nicole. I truly look forward to reading your blog every week. You inspired me to start my own. For everyone reading this, Nicole's blog is definitely worth checking out. http://bjaby.blogspot.com/ She's hilarious.

I started this blog because I wanted to have a way to record and share my preggo experiences with family/friends. Create a memoir, if you will.

So today I am 26 weeks pregnant with my little girl, Mila Jade. I've been feeling her move since about 21 weeks. In truth, I probably felt her before that but confused her with gas. Yeah, for those of you who have not yet experienced pregnancy, it is really really difficult to distinguish baby movements from gas... in the begining.

How did we come up with my little gas bubble's name? Well, after considering and discarding nearly every name in the world, Bryan suggested Mila. At first I didn't really like it. A few weeks later he said it again and that was it. I knew that was her name. That had been her name the whole time. Then I suggested Jade. Why? Eh, I wanted something different. Jade is different enough without being weird. Bryan liked it too and so that was her name.. Mila Jade Roland.

So far, everything is going great. She's healthy, I'm healthy. Bryan and I still haven't found a place yet, but I'm not panicking. Not yet. We did get a kitten, Mally. She's a fiesty calico who likes to munch on toes and fingers whenever possible. Bryan and I both have battle scars from her covert attacks. Mally better be sweet to Mila. If not, she's out. This pic was taken right at 24 weeks.