4 in 1

I have about 10 blog posts saved as drafts, none of which I think I will ever publish. So, I am stealing my friend, Katrina's, idea and putting a few mini-posts in one big post.

1. Mozart. Do you think anyone really plays Mozart to their child while in utero? I've had multiple pregnancy sources suggest this very thing. Perhaps a sign that our culture puts a little too much emphasis on success and giving children a head start? Well anyway, Henry's been listening to Miley Cirus. Think it will suffice?

2. Gestational Diabetes. Last Monday, I failed a glucose screening test, which meant that I had to take a 3 hour long glucose tolerance test to make sure that I didn't have gestational diabetes. (This was a humbling experience, since I typically tend to be the type who thinks that I can control everything about my health via diet and exercise - and yet I found myself completely out of control, though the doctor assured me that it had nothing to do with my lifestyle.) Well, the guy who tested my blood 4 times on Friday during the Glucose Tolerance Test told me that my numbers looked great and I didn't have anything to worry about. (Great! I celebrated with fro-yo and peanut butter M&Ms!) Umm SIKE! This Monday, a nurse called back to tell me I had a minor glucose intolerance and to avoid simple sugar. (Happy Thanksgiving, umm not.) I was confused since the dude testing my blood said all was well. So I called back again Wednesday to verify the numbers, and my favorite nurse, Judy, told me that actually my numbers were perfect, that I had nothing to worry about and that the other nurse probably was just saying I should be careful since I had to test twice. Phew. A whole lotta of drama for nothin! And I can still eat pumpkin pie. (Note: I chose the title "Gestational Diabetes" for this section so you would read it.)

3. Attractive Pajamas. Here's a modest belly pic for those of you who never see me. I have to take them on self-timer now because Matt loses patience if I want him to take more than one.
4. Nursery. For those of you who like this sort of thing. Here is a picture of Henry's Bedding and Crib, courtesy of Pottery Barn Kids. I have no nursery theme. I'm not really a theme girl, if you haven't gathered that already.

Bedding

Crib

i think i'm going crazy

I've been convinced for a week that I am in my 3rd trimester because I read somewhere that it started at 24 weeks... I REALLY DID READ THAT SOMEWHERE. But then I started feeling like the 3rd trimester was going to be really long, and that 24 weeks couldn't possibly be right... and I had stopped reading my pregnancy books like 2 months ago (about the same time I stopped reading blogs and the news), so I had nothing to steer me in the right direction if the Internet had mislead me. Turns out my 3rd trimester doesn't technically start till 28 weeks.

This is only one example of my pregnancy brain totally letting me down. In the last week or so I have dropped (and shattered) a glass of pasta sauce at HEB, put my shoes on the wrong feet and actually walked in them for a few minutes before realizing it, put my maternity jeans on backwards, and completely screwed up several common words and phrases. (Example: "to each his own." I proudly said instead, "each to his own.") Maybe pregnancy has just made me dyslexic.

So here's to 3 more weeks of 2nd trimester bliss... and 15 more weeks of pregnant brain.

Hiya!

I haven't blogged (or checked my Google Reader) in about 2 weeks, so you don't know what's going on with me, and I don't know what's going on with you. I sort of enjoy the anonymity, to be real honest. But enough with that.

We've officially decided that our baby's name will be... Henry Webb Gibson! Ta daaaaa! Sounds like a president or a librarian, doesn't it? It definitely doesn't sound like a pro basketball player. Perhaps a golfer. Time will tell.

Anyway, Henry means "head of the house," and it was my granddad's name. Webb is Matt's middle name, Matt's dad's middle name, Matt's dad's dad's middle name, and I'm sure it goes on and on and on... and so there you have it.

Last night, Matt FINALLY felt little Henry kick! Not gonna lie. I was more excited about it than he was. :) OH Well.

I dunno what else to tell ya. Third trimester starts on November 3rd, which is less than 2 weeks away! And I am more and more ready everyday for this kiddo to get here!

five funnies for you, friends

1. Matt's back to his typical sandwich for lunch! And you'll love how he now orders his deli meat/cheese. Instead of 1/2 a pound or a pound of meat, he asks for a certain number of slices. So this week, he's eating lunch out once and leaving town on Friday, so he will need 3 sandwiches at work. So, he ordered 9 pieces of turkey/chicken/ham/roast beef/what have you (3 slices for each sandwich). And he didn't want to be lame and only order 3 slices of cheese, so he went ahead and ordered 5. The cheese total was like 74 cents. I thought it was hilarious, but this way we get EXACTLY what we need.

2. I'm nesting, and I have gone psycho on every closet in my house. While I was organizing some really old CDs tonight (Blessed Union of Souls anyone?), Matt asked me if I was going to be this productive throughout the whole rest of my pregnancy. Clearly it's abnormal, and I think he's wondering what happened to his wife.

3. Matt and I lead a small group at our church, and I just found out last night that our couple friends from the small group like to impersonate us for fun in their free time. Nice. See when "we" are leading a discussion, "we" have some issues mainly because I am 1- a control freak and 2- a know it all, so I tend to behave in a pattern... dominate conversation, feel embarassed that I am dominating conversation and immediately apologize and make it awkward, let Matt lead discussion, repeat. Matt just usually looks at me or bluntly tells me how to behave (but in a loving way - you'd have to be there), and apparently our group finds these interactions extremely entertaining. You're welcome.

4. I started snoring. I'm blaming it on the baby. Matt decided he was going to impersonate me snoring in front of his whole family yesterday. I hit him. It didn't sound at all like what the actual snoring sounds like. If you see him, ask him to do it for you.

5. I have had baby names picked out since my sophomore year of college... two girl names and two boy names. (I liked planning ahead, which is also why I bought my wedding dress 6 months before I was engaged.) Anyway, Matt happened to like them, so that was really easy. We are about 98% sure on the middle name for our little dude, and then we'll make the name debut.

That's about it.

and the verdict is in!

Drum roll please...

It's a...

BOY!

Most of you guessed correctly. Congratulations!

Sonographer's exact words when we saw the evidence? "Yep, there it is. He's real happy with himself right now." Of course we both laughed.

One of my friends explained to me that it's very necessary that Matt and I have a boy. Her reasoning? This way, Matt gets to have a buddy, and I get to remain the princess. Apparently she doesn't think it would be good for our family dynamic for me to have to compete with another girl for Matt's attention. And let's be honest, she's probably right.

We have a first name, but not a middle name, so that will be the next item on our agenda. I'll share when it's set in stone!

The Lord is good! And his love endures forever! :)