Preggie Pics

Pictures of me from about three weeks ago. Jon just got the negatives scanned. He was running 35mm film through a camera that takes 120mm so he could get the sprocket marks. So artsy.

Me, 30 weeks pregnant. I'm now 33 weeks, and bigger. A lot bigger. Or maybe it just feels that way...

An artsy picture. It's kinda cool.

I like this one because Tucker looks so happy.

I can balance things on my ever-expanding belly. Things like bowls of cereal and glasses of water.

Awesome.

I'm crafty...

Jon and I have been very crafty this weekend. First, Jon learned how to needle felt, and made two cute sheep. He is making a Corgi like Tucker to herd the sheep and he bought a kit to make two little owls, too, and enough wool to make a llama.

He may make a whole menagerie and create a baby mobile. How cute!














I started a pair of baby pants. The pictures aren't so great, but you get the idea. My biggest issue with knitting has always been choosing the right yarn. I get good yarn, but then I don't like the colors. Or I like the colors, but I choose whatever yarn I have laying around and it isn't a good pick for the project. This time I went to the yarn store with a specific yarn in mind (soft wool) and I brought Jon with me to pick the color. He did a good job.






















This is a picture from the back. I need to finish the right leg and add elastic into the waistband. Then I'll have my first knitted baby piece.






















But really, nothing beats this one:

Today is supposed to be the coolest day in well over a week...coming in at 91. If we break 90, like we're expected to, we will be on track to break the record for most consecutive days above 90 degrees. It's not just in my head...it's the hottest summer! Ugh! It is supposed to get progressively hotter all week, culminating in 99 by Friday. I hate this summer. Thankfully, my aunt offered to let me house sit this week, and she's got air conditioning!

Eating for two

So I'm 32 weeks pregnant now. The little baby has reached close to its full length and is now working on putting on the pounds. She's roughly 4 pounds now, which means she may double her weight in the next 8 weeks. Pretty impressive. Luckily, I won't double my weight along with her. It feels like I'm working on it, though! I am so hungry lately. I eat my breakfast at about the same time every day, then I have a mid-morning snack around 11am. Yesterday I could barely make it to 9:30am before I had the three clementines I brought as a snack. Then lunch at 11:30, another snack of carrots and hummus at 1:00pm, and then I was out of food. I had to buy a candy bar from the vending machine at 3:00pm because I didn't think I'd make it the next hour before heading home. It's so hot in my house, though, that I don't eat much in the evening. Maybe a bowl of cereal or something else small, easy, and cool. That is probably why I eat like a crazy person during the day.

I'm on breakfast #2, in case anyone was wondering.

So I officially reach full term in 5 weeks, and my due date in 8 weeks. Everything is starting to get uncomfortable. I feel like the bottoms of my feet are bruised, and that my heel bones are going to crack. Hips, sore. Back, achey. Lungs, crushed. My bum gets achey when I sit for too long, my heart pounds when I walk up any kind of incline, I run out of breath just sitting upright. The next two months will be fun. But it's ok. I'm growing a baby here, and the baby is growing well. Can't ask for much more than that.

Jon's birthday is Thursday and tonight I am taking him to a fancy, authentic Japanese restaurant for dinner. It's a surprise so I hope he likes it.

Good news from the midwife

I officially do not have gestational diabetes and my placenta has moved up far enough that I should have no problem delivering naturally. All signs are pointing towards two more months of a healthy pregnancy followed by a good delivery. *knock on wood*

The only bad thing going on right now is that the sun is trying to cook my insides and steal my soul. The thermometer is supposed to hit 98 degrees on both Saturday and Sunday. I just called my aunt to see if I can come hang out in her air conditioned basement on Saturday afternoon. Seriously, anything above 95 gets hard to handle, even in our basement apartment. We shut up the house, close all the windows, pull the drapes, but above 95 is just too much. The dogs have been hot and lethargic, too. I have a large tube sock filled with rice (affectionately called Condoleeza Beans and Rice) that I used to warm in the microwave to ease back pain, but now I put it in the freezer to cool my head at night. Good times. I think Sunday I'll be seeing the inside of at least one movie theater.

With the heat and some dog madness and just general pregnancy uncomfortableness, I haven't slept well in two nights. After one night of bad sleep, I can function until about 9pm and then I start acting like a toddler. After two nights, I have to fight the urge to crawl under my desk and take a nap. I don't think I'll make it the whole day at the office. I may have to go home and take a nap at lunch.

Rawlins, Wyoming

Last weekend was Jon's 10 year high school reunion in his hometown, Rawlins, Wyoming. To those who have never been to Rawlins, or driven the I-80 corridor through Wyoming, it is hard to describe Rawlins. To my east coast friends who are used to lush landscapes of greenery, bustling metropolises and hoards of people, it is hard to describe Rawlins. Wait...I have it...think of these places, these green cities of activity, and then think of the exact opposite. Rawlins is a railroad town, and the railroad hasn't been doing so well the past few decades. It is a prison town. It is an oil refinery town. The people we met were so nice, everyone at the reunion was incredibly friendly to me, and I think if you grow up in Rawlins you have to develop a level of niceness or else you'd go crazy. It is brown and flat and dusty, half the storefronts are abandoned, the town itself is disappearing.

It was an interesting trip, seeing Jon's old neighborhood (I should admit, some of the older neighborhoods were nice and had trees and grass and stuff), the cemetary where his dad and grandfather are buried, his high school, his dad's old optometry practice, his favorite childhood restaurant, his first job. I met his grandmother and two of his uncles on his dad's side. I met some of his high school friends. I think seeing Rawlins from a vantage point other than the McDonald's by the freeway (the only place I'd ever been in Rawlins before this weekend), I got to know Jon a little better. It was a nice trip.


I keep wanting to post a few pictures of me all big and pregnant, but Jon has taken to running 35mm film through his Holga camera (which takes 120mm...or something) and he has no way of scanning the negatives he gets developed. He only caries his Holga with him most of the time because he looooooves it so much, but it is harder to get the pictures off of it and onto the interwebs. I will continue to try.

No big baby stuff going on right now. I'm big. I'm hot. Evelyn is a kicking machine. Everything is good. :)

Photo heavy

Over the holiday weekend, Jon's mom pulled out a bunch of slides of photographs from when Jon was very little. We had a little slide viewer thing and went through the bag. Jon grabbed about 10 that he really liked and had them scanned onto an archival disk. They are so great. Be prepared to be blown away by the cute. (And apologies for the formatting. Not sure why the spacing is all crazy with the pictures.)

Jon, the cutest baby ever. Seriously, with these genes, we're going to have one dangerously adorable baby. I don't want to brag or anything, but I was a pretty cute baby, too. :)

Jon and his mom at Disneyland.

Jon and his brother Jay. Jay is 10 years older, almost to the day.