Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Finding God in Motherhood

Matt left early to study for finals and Emi's asleep. After yet another night of being up every hour with a screaming baby I find myself too awake to sleep and too tired to be productive. The TV is scrolling through a slideshow of stock photos because I'm too lazy to turn it off and I actually appreciate the calm the nature pictures bring. It makes the room seem alive, even if I feel dead.

I read through some of my old posts a few weeks ago, contemplating whether or not I should start writing on this thing again. One of my favorites, one written out of raw and honest emotion, was about the realities of being a mom.

Emi hadn't slept the night before. Her reflux was bad again and the medicine didn't seem to help. Add one stressed out mom and her first nasty cold and I really wasn't feeling well. I had missed church that morning. Matt took Emi and left me to wallow in bed. Of course, I didn't know I was wallowing at that point. I just felt tired. The kind of tired that you don't just feel but that you are. The tiredness filled my bones and overflowed into my mind. I knew I needed to get up; I needed to go to church. I needed that boost that only comes from sitting in a congregation of friends and strangers and listening to words about Christ. I remember sneaking into the back of the building and sitting on the hard chairs. The goal was to blend in. I kept my eyes down because I knew that anything could trigger a waterfall that I wasn't sure I could stop. I was dangerously emotional. A woman actually came up to me after the meeting and asked if I was new and I lost it! It wasn't just a cry. It was an all out "horse cry". You know, where you start with the staccato breathing, unable to catch your breath so you start making the awful 'ee ee ee hoo" sound and end up with the hiccups. If you don't know what I mean ask me to show you sometime. It's almost as attractive as you're imagining. 

That summer had been difficult.  Unexpected health problems, two back to back surgeries, a thousand miles of travel, and a new baby were making adjusting to our temporary circumstances harder than it should have been. Matt was working long hours at an internship that proved not to pay as much as we were hoping. We were living with my gracious in laws, and despite how wonderful they are it's hard not having your own home.

Those memories are jumbled now. New challenges replace old ones. Happy memories join those that are good. There are still lots of days, though, where motherhood is hard. I was praying the other night and found myself tempted to cry out, "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE!" A ridiculous thought, isn't it? In my shallow self pity and forgot that God has seen it all. He has wept for his Children. He has sorrowed in their misdeeds and I'm sure He too has fallen to his knees in near exhaustion. He gets it. As the realization hit me, my heart softened and I whispered, "Help me."

Being a mom is still hard. It's always going to be hard. "Anything easy isn't worth it." But, I'm not doing it alone. I have to give credit to an incredible husband that loves our little stinkbug more than I thought was possible and helps me get through the long nights and longer days. But, I have someone that is with me always- the perfect parent. He watches, guides, and comforts. Always. And that's pretty great.

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Lessons Learned in Las Vegas

This summer has been WILD with a capital Woah. Here are a few of the fun things I've learned living in the 110 degree weather.

  • Shake Shack. It's worthy of all the hype.
  • Having your child sleep 10 feet away from you for the first four months of their life is both the best and the worst.
  • Hobby Lobby is my happy place.
  • It takes approximately 7-8 years for a gallstone to form. I had 20 gallstones. Long story short I no longer have a gallbladder. 
  • No gallbladder > 20 gallstones.
  • Parks and Rec. Where the heck have I been the past 5 years?!
  • If you eat the same cereal every day all summer long you will get sick of it.
  • I still cannot get tan. 
  • Mom friends save your sanity.
  • Emi will never, I repeat, NEVER watch Caillou. 
  • If you sleep with the humidifier on and the door shut you will wake up in the rainforest.
  • Netflix. I have never loved you more.
  • Do not stop in Meadow/Kanosh off the I-15 in Utah. You will die.


Friday, August 21, 2015

Dear Emiline

Dear sweet babycakes sugar muffin Emi girl,

You're in for a wild ride in this adventure called life, but I promise to fill the days with spontaneous dance parties, car karaoke, long walks outside, and chocolate chip cookies.

Your crazy mom

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Being a mom is hard.

My heart is so full today and I needed to share what is on my mind.

Being a mom is hard. After weeks of sleepless nights and frustrated hours spent trying to get my sweet Emiline to eat I am worn down and raw.. I'm tired, and sometimes (more often than I like to admit) I am cranky. Having another person to look after, a person who can't tell me that her tummy hurts or that she just needs to be laid down or she's a little bit cranky too, has been a challenge. Many days I miss when I could run to the store without having to pack up a diaper bag and carry a car seat. Heaven knows I miss the full nights of sleep.

Being a mom is hard.

But, I have this beautiful little girl with big blue eyes and a smile to die for that I love more than I thought possible. Yes, I'm exhausted and I've cried in the shower over spit up in my hair. That's part of Mommy-hood and those things can weigh me down.

There's this other part of being a mom, though, that is beautiful and incredible and unbearably rewarding. It's the first time she smiled at me. It's how even with a scratchy throat and stuffy nose she still manages to give me that big beautiful, full body grin! It's the way she looks at me at three in the morning while I hold her close to feed her and when she smiles at me for no reason and the milk drips out of the side of her mouth making me laugh. When she falls asleep on my shoulder while I'm burping her and her chubby little cheek squishes against me- that's when I feel heaven.

Life isn't an Instagram post. My hair is rarely done and I view makeup as a necessary evil. Everyday isn't rainbows and butterflies. It  would be easy to write just about all the not so fun parts motherhood, but here's the kicker: being a mom is hard, but life without my baby was even harder!

Emiline loves me with no makeup on and the same sticky t-shirt she's spit up on every night this week. She loves me even when I'm grumpy and selfish. She doesn't care if we don't get out of our Jammies until lunchtime and she definitely could care less if she gets a bath today! All she asks is that I love her (and make sure she's fed and  gets her diaper changed at least a few times a day), because she loves me anyway. She loves me anyway! 

Being a mom is hard.

Because most of the time I don't deserve all of that love.

Being a mom is hard

Because loving someone so much changes a person and change isn't easy.

Being a mom is hard. And I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. 

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a sick baby that I need to let love me. 

Monday, August 10, 2015

Life in the LV

Who's completely and totally ignored her blog for the past few months? This girl! I would feel bad, but honestly, being mom keeps me busy and by being a mom I mean watching Gilmore Girls instead of taking naps and taking care of the sweetest baby in the whole world.

This summer Matt has had an internship in the big LV so we've been living with his family since the beginning of June. Throw in two unexpected surgeries, about a million poopy diapers, spontaneous Target runs and hours spent kissing, talking to and cuddling with my little Emi and you have a snapshot of my summer. Oh yeah, there's also been a little bit of hanging by the pool and making way too many treats. Life is hard, isn't it?

The really crappy part about neglecting my blog for so long is that I never know where to start. While I think on that and embellish, uh...., I mean think of some fun stories to share, I'm going to just leave this right here.

Thursday, May 21, 2015

The Delivery

Before jumping into the delivery story, I wanted to say a GINORMOUS thank you to all of the positive feedback I got on the first part of this story and my blog in general. I know I've neglected this baby in the past but your compliments have inspired me to give it the time it deserves.

Now, on to the nitty gritty!

April 17, 2015

10:30 pm-  The twenty minutes was up and I had recovered from my mini heart attack and started to breathe again by the time the nurse came back. I was about to have a freaking BABY!!! Okay, not a freaking baby- an adorable, perfect, sweet little angel baby, but a baby nonetheless. The nurse actually had gone to find the doctor because he hadn't expected me to be ready so soon! Emi and I make a really efficient team, obviously. Anyway, before the doc got there we did a few rounds of practice pushing to get my hoo-hah ready for what was to come. When you're a first time mom your lady parts aren't quite sure what their job is yet so it's best to ease them into things. We did about three sets of three pushes and then she grabbed the doctor. It was time for the big dance!

10:40 pm- Cue the entrance of the doctor and his entourage of cheerleaders. By entourage of cheerleaders I mean the nurses from the nursery. Seriously, you guys, I was showered in shouts of encouragement and it was awesome!

"You can do it, Cami!"
"Keep it up!"
"You're doing great!"

I mean, it was like being an Olympic runner! I'll have ten more babies if they promise to do that every time!

10:45 pm to 11:04 pm- Thanks to the magic of television I always imagined delivery to be back to back contractions and pushing, pushing, pushing.... but that couldn't have been more wrong! In fact, pushing Emiline out was the easiest part of the whole dang thing. Part of it had to be my incredible doctor. For anyone looking for an OBGYN in Utah County go to Valley OBGYN in American Fork. They are saints. I would push, and then we would hang out and chat for a minute before the next contraction came. I actually laughed during delivery! More than once in fact, and not because I had reached delusion. It was just so low pressure. I don't know very many people that can say that about squeezing a small human through a 10 centimeter opening!

11:05 pm- Not even thirty minutes since I had started pushing, sweet Emiline made her entrance into the world with one big shriek of joy (probably not joy)! That was it. She didn't cry or fuss or scream; she just made one little squeak so we would know she was alive and then she was silent! When they placed her on my chest my first thought was how tiny and perfect she was! Even covered in gunk with her cone head and squishy little face she was the most beautiful baby I had ever seen. That's completely cliche isn't it? She had all of this dark hair like her Daddy and these big dark eyes just like me. And man was she tiny! At five pounds nine ounces she was the smallest baby I had ever held, but I wasn't worried about breaking her because she was mine! She was my baby! After nine months of acid reflux, swollen feet and the strangest dreams you could ever imagine, I had MY baby in my arms. And then I crashed.

She'll kill me when she grows up for posting this online, but
this is too hilarious not too share! Doesn't she look like a
grandpa? It's so adorable!! 
The rest of the night- Throughout my entire delivery I was alive with adrenaline and as soon as I didn't need all of that energy I was exhausted. That's an understatement. I was wasted! Running a marathon would have left me with more energy. To put it in perspective for you---I made Matt hold Emi because I was too tired to keep her in my arms! That's pretty freaking tired.

The rest of the night/early morning was spent getting both of us cleaned up and moved downstairs. It's all a blur. I know that my epidural had worn off by the time they wheeled me out of Labor and Delivery but I was so out of it I didn't even notice the pain. Then it was off to bed for me while I waited for Matt to bring Emi in from the nursery. What a difference a bath makes! Her hair was a puff of dark strands and she had more color to her which meant she was at least twice as tan as me. Fair skin problems, ya know?

Anyway, that's the story of how Emiline joined our family. Looking back it almost seems surreal, and even though things didn't go at all how I had planned I couldn't be more grateful for this beautiful soul. She truly is what was the missing from my life!

A Word on Epidurals

Get one. Unless you go stir crazy laying in a bed for hours on end, 
get a freaking epidural. Okay, I really don't care if you get one or not
because, remember, I didn't want one, but it feels like warm soup flooding
 your veins and brings your blood pressure down so they don't
 have to give you Magnesium. Oh wait, that last part only applied to me!
 Really, though, they are magical. 
Also, if they give you too much you can't move your legs and when 
the nurse comes to check you you'll feel like an invalid, but it's mostly hilarious. 
And you get the toots and can't control it. 
It makes for uncontrollably giggling which only makes the toots worse. 
Epidurals are fun. 

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

A Labor Story

Hello friends!

I apologize for the month long haitus, but we had some very exciting things happening at our house, obviously, and I've been taking in every second of my little one. Being a mom has been a wild ride. And in case you were wondering, we didn't get the nursery quite finished before she came! Oops! It's a good thing she's been sleeping in our bedroom so she wouldn't feel left out of the club.

I've written and re-written this post about a million times because I want to share Emi's birth story but because it is rather extensive I didn't want you to nod off before getting to the juicy stuff. Juicy stuff... yuck... probably not a great phrase to use in relation to having a baby.

Anyway, settle in for a hefty post here, and I'll try to throw in some unexpected jokes or inappropriate comments to keep it entertaining. What can I say? I do it because I love you guys.

Where to start? Where to start? I guess Thursday, the 16th, works.


1:30 pm- Time for my doctor's appointment. I was barely 37 weeks and had been dilated to a one the week before with 70 percent effacement. To say I was eager to see if I had progressed further wouldn't be true. I was ECSTATIC. So much in fact that when Matt told me he didn't want to come to the appointment with me I was majorly miffed! Hello, didn't he want to be there to share in the neat experience of a doctor shoving his hands into my hoo hah?! He's such a fun hater!

2:30 pm- The bad news begins. My blood pressure was 138/94 and that was the second time they took it. That's high. High like John Travolta during the 2014 Oscars. Doctor's really hate high blood pressure during pregnancy because it can lead to pre-eclampsia so I was sent to Labor and Delivery for labs, fetal monitoring and to have my blood pressure checked every five minutes. That'll teach Matt for not coming with me, right? I don't think he's ever driven as fast as he did to get there to be with me.

3:00 pm- By the time Matt arrived I was hooked up to the monitors and deep into some Spa Music Radio on Pandora. I'd have done anything to bring my pressures down! Of course, between the threat of induction and the nurse teaching me how to do a 24 hour urine sample (ew) I was not being very successful. Fast forward a few hours and I got the fatal blow. I had to be induced. (side note- I didn't have to do the urine sample. small victory).

I cried. I'm going to be honest about it. I was devastated. My coworkers were throwing a baby shower for me the next day! I didn't have a nursing bra yet! We hadn't finished her nursery! I wasn't ready. And I certainly wasn't mentally, emotionally, or physically (if you know what I mean) prepared to have the baby.


9:00 am- After a restless night including Matt finishing what he could of the nursery and a couple of long, hot showers for me, we grabbed our hospital bags and headed to the OBGYN. They wanted to check my blood pressure again and do an ultrasound.

10:08 am- "The baby is measuring 35 weeks, 5 pounds 10 ounces, in the 11th percentile for weight." BAM. My baby had stopped growing at 35 weeks. I was going to have a "late preterm baby" that was "small for gestational age." Emiline was "tiny." That last one wasn't a medical term, but it was true. My baby was a peanut, a shrimp, a teeny weeny little thing likely to end up in the NICU. This was so not part of my plan.

11:56 am- Pitocin was started. Now, there's this really fun thing doctors sometimes do for an induction if you aren't very dilated called a cervical balloon. Don't be deceived by my smile. It was actually H-E-double hockey sticks. Imagine the worse cramps of your life and magnify that by 400. FOUR HUNDRED! Sorry, I just really need you to pity my poor soul. 

Between 3:00 and 4:00 pm- I was trying to stick it to the man and not get the epidural until I absolutely needed it but the actual devil himself was in my belly! My saving grace was otter pops, 80s music, and of course that dang epidural.

I'm secretly crunchy and had been practicing meditation
and relaxation techniques for weeks in preparation for a natural labor.
Curse you high blood pressure. I will never get the chance now because epidurals are HEAVENLY. There's no going back. 

8:17 pm- Time for more magic juice. I developed this pain in my left cheek and I don't mean on my face. It felt like siatica or like when you sit on the floor for too long and your bum falls asleep except it was only a small portion. The anesthesiologist gave me a super dose because I was only dilated to a five and they didn't expect me to have the baby any time soon. Having complete loss of sensation led to some hilarious times. I'll explain more in a later post. You won't want to miss it *wink wink*. 

9:30 pm- I decided to take a little nap since everyone told me I wouldn't be having the baby for hours. Rumor has it, "It takes 60-90 minutes to dilate one centimeter once you reach a five." Well, that is a dang lie! Okay, not really, but it sure was for me! 

9:51 pm- I woke up to the pain of contractions- not the unearthly, would rather have a needle in my eye pain I had from the cervical balloon, but there was definitely something going on. I've heard contractions described as "pressure" by those who've had epidurals before, but that's not really what it was like for me. I didn't feel the need to push, I didn't have the "I need to go to the bathroom" sensation either, it was just something. To go from not being able to feel anything to suddenly having any sort of sensation was a lot like being doused by a bucket of cold water- not painful, but enough to send a shock through your system. 

10:12 pm - The "pain" had gotten to the point where I wanted to be checked. Who knew you'd want someone stick their fingers downstairs, but dang, I'll tell you what, when you're anxious to get your baby into the world you don't care who does what or how often they do it. I'm sure that the poor lady that answered when I pressed my call light thought I was four years old. "Um... I'm in a lot of pain...". Eloquent, I know. But guess what! I was dilated to 9 and 3/4. Take that pessimists! I was going to have this baby before midnight! The nurse told me she was going to give me about 20 minutes to fully dilate and then....


Monday, May 18, 2015

Emiline Paula Lish

Welcome to the world!

Emiline came into our family three weeks earlier than expected on April 17, 2015 at 11:05 pm. 

To say we are in love would be a gross understatement. 

Friday, April 10, 2015

Some things never change

Old News-
  •  Crap-tastic skin. I have never had such horrible skin in my life. Not even as a pre-pubescent teenager did I have to worry about zits like I do now. My face is splotchy and oily and just yuck. No thank you, pregnancy glow, no thank you. 

  • Acid reflux. Honestly since about 18 weeks I've had this problem mostly under control. But, occasionally, as a rude reminder that it's still around, I'll have boiling hot lava trying to break through my esophagus and kill me. It's really a neat experience. 

  • Moving. In general, I don't waddle, but do not make me get off of the couch, roll out of bed, or sit on the floor without taking into consideration that I do not bend anymore. I'm like one of those fat puppies that can't roll over because they're chubby rolls are in the way. It's not quite as adorable as that, however. Matt's been a real good sport about pulling me up and off of things. True love exists. 

So, that's it. This is where I'm at and with the exception of some mild panic at the soon arrival of this sweet baby girl, I think I'm doing okay. Some days aren't fun... at all, but that's life. So many people have asked if I'm just ready to be done already, and honestly, being pregnant has been kind of a grand adventure. There have been ups and downs. There have been days that getting out of bed has been a serious challenge. I've wished I could sleep on my stomach. But, most of the time I feel good. I actually forget that I'm pregnant more often than I should until I spill my cereal on my watermelon tummy and remember that I'm growing a human. I would take better skin and a closet full of clothes that fit, but that comes back. I'm only going to be pregnant with this little person this one time. Maybe my next pregnancy I'll throw up the entire time or maybe I'll have flawless skin. I'm just trying to take things one day at a time and be grateful for each second I have of this special bonding with my baby. It's not always easy, but it's absolutely worth it. Here's to hoping she stays in until I have her nursery finished. 


Thursday, April 9, 2015

The Bad and Ugly

New and NOT fun things-
  • Swollen ankles. What the heck? I have gone my entire pregnancy with zero swelling- no sausage fingers, cankles, pregnancy face, NOTHING. Then, this week happened. BAM! My poor little feet feel so sad! I was actually so emotional about it on Tuesday (the first real day I had swelling) that I almost had a meltdown at work. You can thank the pregnancy hormones for that. 

  • No room for food. I mentioned above that it's great not having to worry about food babies, but the truth is, there is no room for a food baby. I would like to blame my sister for this. I had been in eating mode for weeks until she asked me on Saturday if I had a hard time eating full meals because the baby was squashing my stomach. I proudly told her no. The next day, I couldn't eat barely anything. My pre-pregnancy body thanks you, Amanda.

  • Late night pee sessions. I really can't complain. I wake up maybe once a night for a bathroom run ever since I was about 32 weeks. Not too shabby, right? Right. Still, super inconvenient when you're having dreams about hanging out with One Direction (yes, I am twelve years old. You can blame pregnancy hormones for that one, too).

This is a shorter list than I expected to write. To be honest, yeah, there are some other things that aren't so fun to be dealing with, like the awkward position in which I have to sit to tie my shoes or the fact that she likes to play punching bag with my gallbladder, but hey, I'm growing a human! That's kind of amazing. 

Fingers crossed my feet go back to normal after I have her!

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

ONE MONTH to go and some lists

Monday was my official ONE MONTH mark! 

Take that in for a minute. 

ONE MONTH and I'm going to be a Mom. I am so freaked out and excited I don't know what to do with myself. 

Can you believe how fast this pregnancy has flown? I realized today that I have been really pretty awful about documenting everything that has happened and changed and stopped, etc, etc. I feel like my mind is so full of baby doings that I can't hardly form a full sentence anymore. I think they call this pregnancy brain. 

I originally wrote a post full of all of the "stuff" that I'm experiencing right now, but TBH (too be honest, I just found out what that stands for and I'm trying to fit in with the cool kids, so I thought I'd use it) it was kind of overwhelming to read. I wanted to update you on how I'm doing, what's new, what's old, what's awful, etc. But, because I love you guys, I decided to break it up into three separate posts. 


New and fun things- 
  • Baby showers. I love baby showers. There is something entirely more fun about a baby shower than any other kind of shower, or party for that matter. Everything is miniature! It's cute and soft and ruffled! And the toys- oh my heck- don't get me started! I've gotten the most adorable trinkets and dolls and bunnies, so many bunnies! I've been totally spoiled with what I've received and couldn't be more grateful for the incredibly giving people in my life. This baby is going to be so spoiled!

  • You never have a food baby, because you have a real baby. Seriously, you never know if you feel big because baby had a growth spurt or because you ate an entire steak burrito with tortilla chips! And, who cares!? You're growing a little human! 

  • My hair finally decided to act like I'm pregnant and has gotten intensely thick over the past month. Some people would think this is a bad thing, and it does make blow drying take extra long, but I feel kind of like a super model. Do super models have thick hair? 

  • Baby kicks... and punches... and dance parties. This baby LOVES to move! All day long she practices her contemporary dance moves and makes this momma so happy. Unfortunately my dance skills are lacking so I'm sure her technique is terrible, but it's fun to have the constant reminder that she's okay. 
I'm sure there are so many things that I'm forgetting! Oh pregnancy brain, you win again.

Hugs and Kisses,
Cami and baby 

Friday, March 13, 2015

What to do when your husband leaves you (for the weekend)

I realized halfway through typing the title of this post that unless I clarified what I meant by "leaves" people might get the wrong idea! Have no fears, I'm talking temporary leaving- like the kind after a Target trip. You can't stay away for long!

Now that we have that out of the way... I have felt like a part time widow this year. My poor little Matty poo (he hates it when I call him that. "I'm an adult.") has been traveling a few times a month since December to Vegas for work. I should be grateful, right? He has this awesome job that allows him to do most of his work from our apartment and all that's required is a few paid for trips down to his homeland a couple times a month. I don't know how people go months without seeing their spouse! One day and I start getting shaky from withdrawls. I'm kind of pathetic, actually, I just really really like him. But, I've been working on it AND I have come up with a few ways to survive when you're husband leaves you (temporarily).

1. Eat all of the food in the house- no need to go shopping. It's only you and you can eat every last morsel of that Special K with strawberries for dinner... and dessert.

2. Watch as many episodes of "your show" on Netflix as you can without feeling guilty- for me it's usually three. Then I have to switch to sappy chickflicks or DCOMs.

3. Pin everything- desserts seem to help with the loneliness in a way that only desserts can.

4. Attempt to make said Pinterest dessert- you'll feel better if it has the word "skinny" or "healthy" in it. Ain't nobody got time to waste on exercising while he's gone.

5. Paint your toenails/fingernails- do it right in the middle of the living room, and if you're really feeling risky, don't use anything "in case of spills." He'll never know... unless, of course, he comes home to a mint green nail polish spot on the carpet.

6. Break down and text him- it's not crazy because you're already married.

*evidence that: 
A- I really did eat all of the food in the house
 B- I really did text him multiple times in a row.*
I didn't even last until 8:00 pm. 
Sad. So so sad. 

7. Use that burst of motivation you got from having him text you back to clean the house- or don't. It's up to you.

8. Go to bed- all of that loneliness is exhausting.

9. Repeat as necessary.

My life is kind of embarrassing isn't it? If only you could hear my incessant giggles right now. I think I'm hilarious, despite being moderately pitiful.

Yours, in all her glory,


Tuesday, March 3, 2015


Oh. My. Heck. Who else is OBSESSED with my new template? Cue the happy dance.

....dance.... dance.... dance.... dance dance...

My beautiful friend Maddie from college is starting her blog design business and I offered to be her test drive dummy. I think this is the best decision I've made this year. Wait, let me think about it..... Yep, definitely the best decision so far! But, it was also probably one of the hardest I've had to make. I know, poor me, my life is so hard. I can't be the only one that finds it nearly impossible to make menial decisions, though, am I right? I take these things way too seriously, but hey, everyone needs a hobby right? Mine just happens to be freaking out over font size and color palettes. It's no big deal.


Okay, rant over, and if your blog needs a facelift too email maddie and maddiclinedesign@gmail.com! She will change your little blogging life and leave you on blogger cloud nine.


Monday, February 23, 2015

At last I blog and TEN weeks to go

Who has two thumbs and has been the WORST pregnant blogger ever? This girl!
Holy smokes, you guys, has it really been months since I've last blogged? That's embarrassing. I know you've all been on pins and needles wondering if I'm still alive, so here I am, and I'm going to post TWO posts this week to make up for it. I have a few posts started that I'll share with you guys so if it looks like I'm backtracking in this pregnancy, I am. I'll try to make it as least confusing as possible (least confusing? less confusing?).

I'm almost thirty weeks pregnant.

Let me say that again.


Who else is in semi-shock about this?
I start to have a minor panic attack every time I think about the whole pushing a human being out of my lady parts thing, so mostly I've been ignoring it. I've seen labor, a couple of times actually, so I know what happens, but man, it is a lot scarier when you think about yourself doing it. It will be fine. I won't be able to sit or walk for a few weeks, but hey, who wants to do that anyway right?

Now down to the goodies:

How far along: 29 weeks + 5 days
Total weight gain: I don't believe in weighing myself at home, but a week and a half ago I was up 15 pounds at the doctor's office. I'm pretty sure this little baby waby had a growth spurt last week though, so we'll see when I go back in at 32 weeks. 
Maternity clothes: Ross saved my caboose (literally) and provided some inexpensive stretchy jeans for my growing tummy. So far I have five maternity shirts and one pair of pants. Is it obvious I hate shopping?
Stretch marks: Zero so far. I blame my mother's great genes. And by blame I mean thank my lucky stars. 
Sleep: I haven't gotten up to pee, uh hmm, excuse me, use the bathroom (sorry Mom) since I was in the first trimester. The restless legs have gotten increasingly worse, although, I had that before I got pregnant. I guess I don't have much to complain about. 
Best moment of this week: I {FINALLY} had a patient ask if I was pregnant! 
Miss anything: Being able to wear whatever I want, although, I've got a dang cute tummy to show off these days. 
Movement: The third trimester meant baby started running out of room and the movement hasn't been as constant, but when she goes, SHE GOES! It looks like something is actually going to break out of my stomach. And it's awesome! 
Food cravings: Water and chocolate, but only the weekends. Being pregnant is weird. 
Anything making you queasy or sick: Nope!
Have you started to show yet: Oh heck yeah. 
Gender: Girl! 
Other changes: The fatigue is back with a vengeance. So far I've made it through the days by listening to 80's pop and refusing to sit for more than 20 minutes at a time. 

Until next time!
-Cami and baby