Saturday mornings...

I turned over in bed this morning not waking to an alarm clock and gazed at my beautiful partner in a soft slumber. It was about 8:30. It has been over a month since we both got to sleep in on a Saturday together. Usually I work every other weekend and the other weekends we have had plans for the last month or so going to showers or visiting family before Vic can no longer travel to far away from home or going to soccer tournaments out of town.

So as I lay there listening to the soft snore to my left, I begin to think about future Saturday mornings. This will probably be the last Saturday morning that we can just lay here and do absolutely nothing for the next 8-10 years. So I ease from the bed and make a fresh pot of coffee then ease right back in trying not to wake her. I figure she has just gotten into a perfect position to finally get some rest. Over the last week she can't get comfortable in the bed for an extended period of time. She turns form one side to the other. Gets up and sits in the rocker for an hour. Tries to come back to bed and find that perfect position. She usually doesn't find the golden position until about 4-5 AM.

I close my eyes and drift back to sleep daydreaming of future Saturday mornings to come. We anxiously await the soft cries of need from our little one. The need to be changed, fed and loved. Even though this Saturday is one of our last, we can't wait to start our new Saturdays filled with milk, diapers, baby songs, blankets, toys, and the wonderful smell of baby.

Until next time...

8 more weeks...

Where has the time gone? Ok, I think I am starting to freak out a little bit. I have spent much time organizing and building and crossing off to-do lists to calm my inner being. I usually like to have control over a situation. I am starting to realize I have no control of WHEN she is coming or HOW she is coming. I must admit defeat and cede the power to the small child that contiues to grow and do the cha-cha in her own little world.

Vic is growing everyday. She looks beautiful and has that great pregnancy glow. She has started having Braxton-Hicks contractions. The are few and far between but definitely there. Mobility has been an issue for the last week or so especially in the bed. She swears it is a total work out to just turn over or get out of the bed.

We are going to the Aunties house this weekend for our first baby shower. We are so excited. All of our dearest friends and family will be there - except for a few who are far away and are waiting until until the big day to see the new bundle of joy.

But before all of the festivities begin for the weekend, Tyler, Vic and I have a date with Hor*ton and the residents of Who*ville. I can't wait!

Until next time...

30 weeks...

She passed her second glucose test with flying colors. We got a lot done that day - three hour glucose test, lunch, preregister at the hospital, mini-tour of the Women's Pavilion at the hospital and went to the pediatrician's office to let them know they were getting a new patient in a couple of months and then to soccer practice!!

We had our 30 week appointment today. Everything looks good. Vic is measuring right on track. "Keep up the good work and I'll see you in two weeks!" says the doctor. She gained five pounds in the last two weeks. She looks great and is still killing me with to do lists!! But I love to do anything for her that will help her pave the way for the baby.

Until next time...