The New Stroller

I bought this stroller a couple weekends ago:



Jeff saw it in the garage the other night and said "I don't understand why we have this stroller too" because we already have this stroller:



I explained to him that it's for trips, like going to Disneyland. In disbelief, he replied, "you bought a stroller... just to go to Disneyland?"

Men. They just don't get it.

Grandpa Mundle

The Westerner, Red Deer, Alberta

My Grandpa passed away yesterday, after suffering from failing health for a while now. He is survived by his wife of over 50 years, 4 children, 6 grandchildren, 1 great-granddaughter, and a great-grandson on the way. We will all miss him greatly.

I Love My Work

One of the moms in my class (Lia) gave me these cute gifts yesterday (all homemade!). The little pants are so soft, I just want to snuggle with them! And I will always remember who gave me these onsies, because Lia's oldest daughter (who was in my first class 4 years ago) LOVES dinosaurs, and her youngest daughter likes blue (and she told me she picked out the blue dinosaur just for baby, who she think we should name Champ). The giraffe rattle is darling and I can't wait to put it to use! Lia blogged about the gifts at her blog.

Lia is so sweet; I have really lucked out with families this year in class. One mom is a labor and delivery nurse at TMC (where we'll be delivering) and she has been a wealth of information. Another mom has given me everything a baby could need, from toys and books to booster seats and a breast pump. And yet another mom gave me maternity clothes. They've all offered advice and stories. The entire school has shown interest in my health and well-being. It's my own little support group!

Have I Put on Weight?

My belly from week 17 to week 38.

The doctor said it could be any day now!

I'm a lucky gal

Jeffry had to open the store Thursday morning, which means he leaves before I get up. I whined on Wednesday night "but who's going to toast my baaaaaaaaagel??" and this is what I came down to in the morning:

Jeff's a Sweetie

Don't I have the best husband?

37 Weeks

37 Weeks

37 weeks and still feeling great! I went to the doctor today, and the baby is upside down and the nurse practitioner said I was having a contraction right then and there! I didn't even realize it. Nothing to worry about- just normal pre-labor contractions, where my body's getting ready for the big event. Pretty exciting though. A lot of women at this stage desperately want the baby out, but I'm still enjoying the pregnancy. In fact, I wish we could have a few extra weeks so we could finish our Bradley classes! Don't get me wrong, we're ready. It would just be nice, is all.

My first car

'87 Plymouth Horizon
While looking through old photos to scan for Flickr, I ran across this photo of my first car: a 1987 Plymouth Horizon. Those of you who remember this car were probably unlucky enough to have had ridden in it.

Even though it had no a/c, terrible brakes and a passenger seat which required reinforcement to keep it from falling backwards on acceleration, it was my first car and I still miss driving it.

Rain in Tucson

One of the many nice things about rain in Tucson is the scenery that it can produce. For about 3 minutes this afternoon, this was the scene outside of my store:
Rainy day
Rainy day

The Bradley Method

I've always known that I wanted to be a mom, this shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone. But I never really thought about being pregnant, and the most I thought about labor was "oh hell yeah, sign me up for the epidural please." And I still didn't give much thought to the labor until a few months into the pregnancy. I always had the end result in mind- the baby. I thought A LOT about the baby, like most expecting parents do. What kind of parent I'd be, what we needed for the house, how our life would change, all of this and more raced through my head 24/7.

At what point my focus shifted to the delivery, I don't know. I can't remember if it was a conscious decision, or something somebody said, but I realized that I really have no idea what I'm in for. So I signed us up for these classes that I had heard so much about, but I didn't really research them. We were late on getting started and that made me anxious and feeling like a bad mom, so I decided to do some reading before the classes began.

I went to the library and got the first book that really introduced me to the Bradley Method: Husband-Coached Natural Childbirth. The book is titled "Natural Childbirth the Bradley Way" by Susan McCutcheon. Just a heads up, if you ever decide to read it, some of it seems a little outdated, and the beginning even seems a little hostile, but it gets much better at chapter 7. And yes, you read that right. Natural Childbirth. No epidural, no pain medication, no Pitocin, no episiotomy, no vacuum or foreceps. All natural baby.

When we went to our first Bradley class, I had not gotten to chapter 7 yet, so I was still a little unsure about this method. But that first class really got me intrigued and by class three I was actually excited about the labor. It was no longer just an event that had to happen so I could hold by baby boy in my arms, but it was part of the experience. Dr. Bradley compares the pregnant woman to an athlete, getting ready for the big game (the birth), and I can honestly say that's how I feel. I'm doing everything in my power to make sure that I am ready for my "big event." Whether it be exercises, eating right, or practicing relaxation methods, I want to be prepared. I'm anxious about the labor- but only because I want to see how well I'll do. I don't want to let myself down. I feel exactly the way I used to before a big soccer game: really wanting to prove that all my hard work will pay off and I can do this!

Most of you probably don't know a lot about the Bradley method; it focuses on relaxation during labor, with a lot of coaching from the husband. His job is to do everything except literally push the baby out. He's to deal with the birthing team, the family, the atmosphere, and the nutrition and exercises during pregnancy. It may not seem like much, but a lot rests on the husband's shoulders. For instance, when the doctor starts pushing the pain meds during the self-doubt phase of labor, and an unsure woman might just give in, thinking the doctor knows best, the husband is there to reassure her that she's doing a great job and she's almost done. He's there to make sure the woman is kept as relaxed as possible and works with the contractions, not against them. I know a lot of people think "what does the man know?! He's never pushed a baby out of his body!" But that's what the classes are for- to completely familiarize him with what's gonna happen during labor, so he knows the stages, the signposts, the needs of the woman, the reasons why doctors suggest the things they do, etc.

Jeffry has really embraced the Bradley Method and is genuinely excited to be such a big part of our son's birth. He has been a great coach, I couldn't ask for better. He's always eager to do the exercises and is very motivational. He knows that I can do this and that means a lot to me. I believe I can do this too. We shall find out in a few short weeks whether I can or not!

Book Recommendations From a Four-Year-Old

Last week I was telling one of my students, Noah, about my recent doctor's appointment. I told him how I got to hear the baby's heart beat and that the baby will be born about mid-March. Noah told me he had some books he would lend me: "They're about how to be a good big brother, it'll teach you a lot." It was so sweet. He was very distraught when he came in the next morning because he could not find the books. But he promised he'd keep looking. He found the books on Friday and when he gave them to me he said "you can take them home to read them, and give them back to me on Tuesday." He's got the whole library concept down!

Books From Noah

I will admit that when I read the books, I may have teared up a little. It's the hormones. Damn hormones.