Ready to Pop!

This picture was taken at 36 weeks. I will admit that I have definitely gained a little weight since then. Not to mention our little Grace has weaseled her way down into birthing position making my stomach much more elongated. We are sitting at 38 weeks and 3 days right now and I am so excited I could bust. However, I finally understand what everyone meant when they said that in the end I will be so ready to NOT be pregnant. Aside from my 9 months of morning sickness I would say that I have had a fairly easy pregnancy which I am thankful for. Recently though things have gotten a little rougher. Grace has very little room left in there but that hasn't stopped her from trying desperately to stretch out. I can not tell you the number of times I have an arm poking me one direction and her foot digging into my rib cage at the same time. Plus she is much stronger now then she was even just two weeks. I have caught myself saying ouch out aloud a number of times without thinking about it. People in stores often give me weird looks when this happens. I can't even get started on sleeping. I toss and turn for about 30 minutes just trying to find a comfortable position and just when I have settled down for a "nights rest" little one decides she's going to move, often causing me to toss and turn for another 20 minutes or so. Napping would be nice but since everyone is so freaking hyped up on baby watch I can't get more then an hour a day without a text or call. Not that I mind much but if I don't answer right way it's because I am asleep not because I am in labor no need to keep calling. I promise to let everyone know when the eviction notice has been posted and Grace is on her way out! If you haven't gotten a text, a call or it's not on Facebook it hasn't happened. :-) Although believe me NO ONE is more ready to meet this little girl more then Me and her Daddy! So stay posted it's coming ANY DAY NOW!!!

My first "I feel HUGE..." moment....

So, I don't know if I want to admit this or not but tonight I did dishes for the first time in like 48 hours seeing as we don't really eat at home much over the weekend. I always turn the water on to warm up while I go collect any stray dishes from around the house. As I returned with my two cups I stood in front of the sink like I always do and was just about to get down and dirty when I realized I can't reach the sponge. Not comfortably anyways. My stomach kept hitting into the counter top and it's not like I can just squash my tummy against it. I mean there's a human being in there. So I have to stand on my tippy toes to finish the dishes.

Now I know I am not like this huge person who just let myself go. As I said before there is a human being in there, but it still really hit me wrong tonight. Maybe it's because I am tired, or because I slowly reaching my "Okay I am DONE!" point, but I had my first I'm a fat cow breakdown. It was so weird because it was like I knew what I was feeling/thinking was CRAZY but I couldn't help myself. Being pregnant really is an emotional roller coaster and there's NO telling when your gonna get off the ride.

What definitely did not help my craziness tonight is the piss poor job the contractor who put our sink in did. I understand the need to have some counter top to hold the sink in place, but do you really need 3 inches of counter before you even hit the rim of the sink which has another inch before your in the sink itself. No wonder I have to stand on my tippy toes and basically place my belly in the sink to do dishes! It's just ridiculous!!!

Slacker Much???

I know I am getting REALLY REALLY REALLY BAD at this whole blog thing. I would like to say it's because I am so busy and just can't seem to find the time, but that would be a lie. In truth the computer is ALL the way upstairs. I know LAZY much, but in my defense I am 7 1/2 months pregnant and try to avoid going up and down the stairs more then 5 times a day lol. Anywho, I guess you would like to know what's going on with us here in the great state of Colorado??

Things are going well...GREAT! We love it here although Steve was not very big fan of Saturday. Why? You might ask. Well....

YES Ladies and Gentleman it SNOWED!! The first snow fall of the year was this past saturday OCTOBER 8th! Just BLEW my mind. This picture is of Pikes Peak it was taken by Steve shortly after the sun had come out and the snow had melt from everywhere but the mountains which were just beautiful.

So other then having a reality check that YES we do need winter clothes here sooner rather then later everything else is going well. Steve loves his job, but then who wouldn't love flying across the United States over all the monuments in Washington D.C. and then home in your own bed that very night. Something he has done TWICE this week alone. Grace and I are enjoying our quite time during the day though. She's getting bigger by the day which means so am I...fantastic. I guess I can't complain too much because I've only really gained 10 lbs (so far) in 7 months. This week however, nesting as kicked into full gear. I know I still have 9 weeks to go before she gets here but I just have this urge to get her room and everything done before Thanksgiving. So I started slow(ish) with her MASSIVE amount of clothes. I am serious that girl has more clothes then Steve and I combined and they range anywhere from 0-3T already. She will definitely not have to worry about running out of clothes lol.

So that's pretty much what's been happening in our lives. I promise to try and be better with blogging.

Baby Butt in my Gut!!

I know....I know....what an interesting name for a blog. I am sure though that any of you mommies out there know what I am talking about. Grace has finally gotten big enough that she is starting to lose space in there. So, this makes her little ligaments and such stick out a whole lot more. I can now tell the difference between her butt, her head, and when I am getting stabbed with either an arm or leg. Elbows and Knees still feel the same to me. It's hard to believe that this little one will be making her depute in less then 11 weeks. However, watching her use my tummy as her own personal punching bag makes it a little easier to believe. I swear most nights I look like something out of Alien. She spends hours making my tummy poke out in all kinds of weird directions. Tonight she started a wave. I don't know what she was doing in there but she would move my stomach from left to right in a wavy motion and then 10 mins later do the same thing going the other direction. Steve is of course COMPLETELY freaked out by this and can't look at it without wanting to pass out. I will admit at times it creeps me out too. It's still pretty amazing though to think that our little girl is what is causing those movements. There is a tiny little human being growing in there.....holy cow!

Top 10

So I found this list on another friend's blog about being a Military Spouse. I couldn't help but feel the need to repost it with a little extra from me.

Top 10 List of Military Spouse Quotes

10) If you don't stand behind our troops, feel free to stand in front of them!

(AMEN!!! You can say all you about your feelings on the war, politics, or whatever, but if you can't stand behind the men and women who fight EVERY day to protect your right to RUN your mouth you are more then welcome to stand in front of them.)

9) My husband risks his life so you can run your mouth.

(REFER BACK TO #10)

8) If the military wanted you to have a wife, they would have issued you one.

(OMGosh, I have only been a military spouse for a year and a half I can not tell how many times I have said this to myself. They try but let's face it there's a reason that saying goes Mission ALWAYS!)

7) Don’t confuse your rank with my authority.

(I think it speaks for itself?)

6) Prosper where you’re planted.

(Every assignment is what you make it. Our first assignment to Columbus taught us that quick. It wasn't an ideal location by any means but we had a wonderful time with all the amazing people we met there.)

5) The military is my husband's mistress and sometimes that b*tch gets all the attention.

(HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAAHAHAH!!!!!! SOOOOOOOO TRUE!!!)

4) Home is where the military sends you.

(Refer back to #6)

3) Sexually deprived for your freedom.
(ONCE AGAIN SO TRUE!!! There is a reason that Ft. Carson is called a Baby Factory. Hello boys have been gone 12 months what do you think it gonna happen when they get home. Someone asked me why I want to drive all the way out there to have Grace. Well because this is what they do! They are the largest Labor & Delivery in the Springs for a reason!!)

2) Live each day like he deploys tomorrow.

(Because he very well can in most cases.)

1) You never know how strong you are, until being strong is the only choice you have.

(This quote got me though this summer. Those nights where I just felt like crawling into a ball and saying FORGET IT ALL! I don't care if my stuff gets packed or if we ever get to Colorado. As a military spouse you learn quickly you just got to do what you got to do. Oh you just had a baby congratulations here is a 6 month deployment for ya, Oh your 5 months pregnant and moving across country? Well we are gonna send your husband away for the 2 months before you move have fun handling things at home. OH you and your husband are both in the military GREAT we need you across the country from one another. It's just life. It's our life. We live it EVERYDAY and YES it's choice we made. A choice I would make again and again because I love my military man!)

It's Been Awhile

I know....I know...I know I haven't posted in FOREVER! Things have been REALLY crazy.

Steve and I are (for the most part) settling into routine here in Colorado. We both agree on one thing We LOVE it here. It's funny because for the year of UPT I had kind of accepted the fact that we were more then likely going to end up in Nebraska or staying there in Mississippi. Getting Colorado was a huge shock for both us but in the end we know that God had a reason for sending us here. Steve is no longer training on his plane the C-21. In fact he just got back from flying his first mission (an over night mission at that) today. He was all excited because he got to bring home a 4 star general who gave him their special commander coin. He flies his next mission on Sunday which also happens to be an over nighter. I am not excited about the over nights because the dogs are always on HIGH alert when Steve's not home and they end up waking me up multiple times during the night. Hopefully when they get a little more use to the house it will clam them down.

As for Grace and I we are doing well. I still can't do too much without getting tired or having really bad pain, but I guess I can't really complain. I am sure I will be plenty busy when she finally gets here so I should enjoy being lazy now. I can tell you one thing I am definitely taking advantage of now...SLEEP!! In fact I am pretty sure I sleep too much! I usually go to bed between 11-12 and sleep till oh I don't know 1030 the next morning. I know LAZY but I am just racking it in now because I know in 3 months it will all be over. Yes, that's right I said 3 months. I hit 29 weeks on Monday! So ready to meet our little girl, but I can definitely another 11 weeks she needs a little more baking.

Welp, that's pretty much all I can think of right now. My brain is kind of shut off because it's close to 11 and my bedtime. So I promise to TRY keyword TRY to post more updates.

Gracie Update!!

So today I met my midwife for the rest of the pregnancy, Steve and I agree that she is AWESOME. I was a little worried about the whole midwife thing. I am not gonna lie when I first heard the word a lady in a long colorful skirt and hemp sandals popped into my head. McCormick is anything but! She spent 25 years as a labor and delivery nurse practitioner following her husband around in the Army and has at least another 15 years as a midwife. She knows exactly what she is talking about and is not afraid to tell you like it is.

I had two main concerns today that I wanted to talk about when I went it to the appointment. The first was that at my last ultrasound showed Gracie was measuring smaller then she should be and second is the intense pain/contractions I have been having. I brought up the contractions first because they were so bad on friday that I actually called L&D after hours just to ask if it was normal. Her first question was "How much water are you drinking?" my response "I get at least a gallon down a day. I have really been trying for the two gallons, but I just...." "WHAT? That's bullshit! I am sorry but what Idiot told you to drink two gallons a day? You'd spend the WHOLE day in the bathroom." "Well the RN in L&D when I called on friday." "No honey, one gallon is more then enough water. And don't feel bad if you can't get that down a day just get as close as possible." Then we started talking about other things like Gracie measuring small. Her answer..."Honey, the error of margin on an ultrasound is anywhere from one to two weeks She is right in there, plus your stomach is measuring perfectly at 25.5 cm for 25 wks. She is not small." This was a huge relief, because my ob had made it seem like she was measuring way behind what she should be.

So after we had the check up we went next-door to her office to talk some more while she filled out paperwork. On the way there I had another contraction so it brought the subject back up. "Well it's definitely not dehydration, but does anything seem to make them go away?" "Yea, I never have them if I am sitting or lying down." "Well then honey you should be sitting or lying down." Now me thinking she doesn't get the extend of what I am trying to say answers back "but, It's like I can't stand for more then 10 minutes at a time without it starting." "Well then....Don't Stand for more then 10 minutes at a time. Would you rather spend all day on your butt and carry a healthy girl to term or get things done around the house and spend months in NICU???" "Well when you put it like that..." "Then I guess you know what you got to do?" So looks like Steve will be learning to do a lot more housework! LOL. Which probably means my house will not get done until mom gets here in December. And by done I mean taken out of boxes lol. It will all be worth in the end though when Gracie is healthy!