Slow down there Turbo!

We had an appointment today. Lil missy is getting ready! I am dilated to 2 cm, 50% effaced, and her head is at -3 station. Part of me is so excited, but the majority of me says SLOW DOWN....don't come just yet! :)

Baby Averie...in 3-D might I add

There has been some "talk" whether it's from people at the grocery store, the doctor, girlfriends, whatever that say "wow you don't look 8 months pregnant, you're so tiny!" At first, I would secretly bask in my silent glory that yes, I didn't turn into a huge elephant, thank you very much, and I still don't need maternity pants. As vein and snoooty as that can sound, I also began to worry. What's wrong with this girl? Should I eat that extra bite of fries or pizza eventhough I can't breathe? Should I take up a new slurpee addiction? (I wouldn't have minded that one) :) But I kept asking myself, "where is the weight gain?" When the doctor measured my belly as being too small and sent me for yet ANOTHER growth scan and a non stress test, the stress started. He assured me that there isn't anything I am doing wrong, but I wasn't 100% convinced.

The NST (non stress test) went fine, no contractions and strong heartbeat. The nurse was joking about how active she was in the belly. Yeah lady, tell me about it. It's my ribs and organs that she's sparring with in there. Anyway, so I left for vegas and had an ultrasound scheduled for the 5th.

Jon and I dropped off Aiden at a friends and we headed to the hospital. Our sonographer, Terry, was an absolute character. Just imagine a rather pretty older lady, a little heavy, white hair, glasses, a HEAVY smoker's voice and the rather blunt sense of humor to match. We loved her. She's married to an ex-marine, so you can imagine the type of woman that has to bear that :)

What we discovered during the ultrasound is that Averie's head is so far down that it's actually past the point where they begin to measure, resulting in the small measurements at my appointments. We also discovered that SHE'S GOT HAIR!! An inch long to be exact. Homegirl is going to need bows in the hospital. I'm thrilled about this! We saw it floating the the amniotic fluid all crazy. Too funny. She also has Jon's feet. Terry said, "Good Lord who has the longer second toe, mom or dad!" We just cracked up and sure enough, a mini version of Jon's foot came up on the monitor!! She weighs 4 pounds, 13 ounces, and is in the 34% percentile overall. YIPPEE! She's a healthy, happy lil' kickboxer in there! We were able to get some super secret 3-D shots of her face. I fell in love all over again.

Prince Charming

Look what was waiting for me when Jon picked me up from the airport. I
have one thing to say (ok maybe more than one.) I Love this man. He's
absolutely remarkable inside and out and so incredibly thoughtful. I
love that he's my husband and I get to be his wife. Two words explain
it the best.... DARN LUCKY. :))

Talented Aunt Tina...and G-ma Tootie too!

Jon and I got an e-mail a couple weeks ago from Jon's sister, Tina, telling us to look out for a rather "large box" coming our way via the postman. So we waited, and waited, and waited some more. Finally we got the little orange slip in our box that said we had a parcel. Yippee! I love getting packages! So I promptly call the post office the next day and they told us we can come pick it up. Jon ran down the street and brought home the rather hefty item. I've been wondering what in the world it could be since the box was so huge, and we were asked to call Tina when we received it so we could get "dismantling instructions." Huh? It needs instructions to be taken apart? What in the world??

So I call Aiden downstairs and give Jon a knife so we can tear into this bad boy. To our amazement, and after an explosion of packing peanuts, we reveal the mystery.... the MOST ADORABLE diaper cake ever! Completely assembled! Jon's first comment was, "Wow, that is really cute!" Aiden said, "It's a diaper party!!" I just giggled. So fun! Dangling from the top were 2 pacifiers and a winnie the pooh super soft snuggly, and then the craziness began. We found "lollipops" which were feeding spoons and washcloths, "roses" that were baby socks on a stick, bath products, hair brush and spoon, formula holder, receiving blankets, onesies, and a secret box in the bottom layer with FIVE outfits. Yes I said five. Absolutely adorable, each and every one. I had a moment of feeling a little overwhelmed with all this unexpected generosity, and feel truly blessed and loved.

I keep telling myself this is real. I say it often, like feeling all the punching and kicking and rolling around in my belly isn't enough. We've got diapers now, baby shampoo, the tiniest onesies and outfits ever. The crib is up, the swing is downstairs. Wow, the time is near. 2 kids, an amazing daddy/husband, a beautiful home, in Hawaii no less. My cousin Suz said it perfect just yesterday, "dreams really do come true!"

Thanks again to Tina, Jim and Quintin for such an amazing OUTPOUR of gifts for Averie. And for Gramma Tootie for being there to take pictures of it all and help get the "diaper party" put together. It made our day!

Mud face!

Belly Pic 32.5

I'm a little lazy on the belly pic deal. People ask all the time, "I wanna see a belly pic!" Wahh wahh. Sorry guys, but willingly getting out the camera to take a picture as your body is taken over by another person is less than fantastic! However, I absolutely have loved being pregnant, both times. The complaining is just a part of it, right? :) It truly is a miracle to know that there is this little girl inside, swimming around just waiting to be born! I feel as if I know her so well already....wild! I felt like Aiden and I were close before he was born too, they just come and it's like you've known them forever. I hope she looks like Jon, and Jon hopes she looks like me. I guess a combo of the two would be alright :) I just really hope she gets Jon's eyelashes, as well as his skin (he can tan). I keep envisioning her with light brown hair...but then I have had dreams about her as a complete toe-head with ringlets. Guess time will tell!

I'm feeling it this week as far as being uncomfortable. Averie LOVES to nestle in my ribs when I sit down for the night. I feel like I have to arch my back and have to lay down just to get comfy. I think baby A will be happy to get out and s...t...r...e...t...c...h!

Tour de Aiden

Since he's been begging to ride his bike, we went into the garage
after lunch and Aiden did a few laps up and down the street. He made
his boundaries the mailbox and a neighbors trash can. The "tour de
Aiden" lasted about 10 minutes before we needed a break. Guess it
might be a while before he's racing Lance Armstrong :) and please
excuse the pantless racer, we gotta watch for potty accidents ;)