A Word of Advice:

If you are hugely pregnant, taking a nice warm bath in your deep wonderful tub is very relaxing and wonderful.  Just be sure you have an exit strategy.  It is not easy to get out of a tub when you are hugely pregnant.

Confessions of a Terrible Blogger

Okay, so yeah.  I'm horrible at this.  But really and honestly, not a whole lot has gone on since November.  There was a lull in action from month 6-8 where nothing really happened.  I went to the doctor, I got fatter, I puked some more and that was about it.  There were a few highlights:

• My baby shower!!  My dear and wonderful friends Becka, Shawnna, Mindy and Allison threw me what had to have been the greatest baby shower ever.  Mindy is basically like Martha Stewart without the prison time and she and the friends made homemade lasagna and all kinds of other delicious treats.  Really and truly, these girls are the greatest and the shower was absolutely beautiful.
• Christmas!  In non-baby related news, my brilliant and wonderful mother purchased the Daria DVD set for me.  I hope to be half the mother she is some day.
• People continued to tell me that I didn't even look pregnant.  I guess that's not so much a highlight as a really ridiculous annoyance.  Seriously, people.  Do not tell pregnant ladies that. 

So fast forward to now.  All of the sudden, Thanksgiving is over, Christmas is over and it's 2011:  The Year of the Baby.  People have all of the sudden stopped telling me that I don't look pregnant and have begun telling me that I look tired and ready to have a baby.  Yes and yes.  Both those things are very true.  January highlights:

• I have officially now had 2 complete strangers ask me when I am due. 
• Jenny from work and church had her baby.  This was the last "milestone" to get through before it became my turn to have a baby.  My turn now. 
• I finally paid off my doctor bill.  I hadn't paid it for quite some time... I think it was just difficult to comprehend that I was actually pregnant and that we were actually going to have a baby and need the services of a doctor.  There's really no denying it now. 
• My belly button has almost popped out.  It's weird.
• At one appointment, the doctor had a tough time finding the heart beat because the baby was moving around so much and all we could hear was that.  It was amazing. 

I'm now having appointments once a week.  Last week's appointment was not really the most fun that I've ever had in my life.  I don't know how many of you have had the Strep B test done, but I definitely don't recommend it.  He said we might as well do it as I was almost 36 weeks.  Almost??  According to my calendar, I was just over 36 weeks.  Apparently Mr. Doctor Man was not basing the due date off the ultrasound like I have been.  I have decided to stick with the 21st and I'm holding to it.  He then attempted to check my cervix, but apparently he couldn't find it.   It is either a) very shy or b) time to find a new doctor (because he should REALLY know where that is).  That's not the kind of thing you want to lose, and that's DEFINITELY not the kind of thing you want some one to try to find.  Awkward... just awkward.  During this process, though, he found that the baby is very low.  Surprisingly low, in fact.  I like that information very much because, obviously, the baby gets lower and lower until it falls out and I like that it's starting to be low already.  I like it, also, because the doctor has decided to do an ultrasound next week to (hopefully) find my cervix and see what this little guy is doing.  It should be pretty great.

So, that's that.  We're in the home stretch now, and I just can't wait to meet this little pumpkin.  I promise I'll post an update after my ultrasound on Wednesday.  I PROMISE, KELLY!!!  :)

No news is good news?

Yeah, I know.  I haven't written anything on here for quite a while; for a coon's age even.  For a long time I really didn't have anything too big and too crazy to write about.  Baby's doing well; aside from the horrible leg cramps and everything-else-cramps I'm doing well; life has been pretty good lately.   

Then, life turned pretty great these last couple of weeks.  Mike and I have been TERRIFIED (as all first time parents are, I'm sure) about paying for this baby.  I mean really.  They are EXPENSIVE.  No, seriously. Really expensive.  Daycare was looming on the horizon and it made me want to puke a little every time I thought of it.  THEN, randomly, I complained about it on Facebook and (voila!) a friend of mine who I think is great and trust completely offered to watch Baby Ackerman for us for much less than the daycare provider we had decided upon.  Lucky, lucky us. 

But it gets better.  Just a few days after that, I got a wicked awesome promotion at work.  I mean, a really great promotion.  Big time.  With a pretty sweet raise, too.  Lucky, lucky girl.  It just reminds me that God is looking out for us and that this baby really is coming and really is meant to be.  Thank you, thank you God. 

Things are going so well it makes me feel pretty guilty, really.  Life is not going so well for some of my favorite people in the entire world right now.  One of them (who is pretty much the most wonderful lady I know in the world) tried to remind me that sometimes my life isn't all that great and that there is no reason to feel bad for the things that are going my way, but still, I wish that I didn't have to be the only one so very excited right now.  For all of you friends (you know who you are) just know that I am praying for you and I'm here for you, just as you have been for me.  And, when you finally get exactly what you hope for I'll be there to celebrate with you, just like you're celebrating with me right now.