There are MANY aspects of pregnancy that I was not even close to being aware of until the past 7 months.  I admit that I could have listened more intently in my Health/Sex Education classes during school,  but probably had other important things on my mind … such as the cute boy sitting across the room or the prominent thought of what I was going to wear to school the next day.  
(I should teach my daughter to be better than I was.) 
Nevertheless, I am the first of my close friends to be “with-child,” and so I am the guinea pig of the group.  And they are definitely lucky, because I like to write and could definitely write a full-detailed book on some of the new life experiences I have recently faced.  One of those being my recent glucose test to determine whether I had contracted gestational diabetes since becoming pregnant.
As you might have guessed, although I was fully aware of diabetes, I didn’t even know women in pregnancy were more prone to it or that I had to be tested for it before my 28th week.  Furthermore, I certainly didn’t expect to (yet again) be poked and prodded with a needle, to be asked to drink a highly sugary drink in less than five minutes, and (TO TOP IT OFF!) – not eat eight hours before or the hour you sat there after.
But … it’s all for my little girl.  And so, just as the previous tasks that I have been subjected to since finding out the big news in November, I (obviously) had my husband come along for moral and emotional support – and headed to Virginia Beach General Hospital with a smile on my face.
The bad news?  The hour was pretty brutal.  An empty stomache BEFORE pregnancy was not ideal for me, and DURING pregnancy – pretty much unbearable.  And since I lost my sweet tooth with the arrival of a baby in my belly, a sugary drink + no food = NOT FUN!
But the good news?  Mr. BB took me to Beach Bagel immediatly afterwards for one of my recent favorite snacks, a yummy, toasty, egg & cheese bagel. 
And the BEST news?  My doctor called two days later to inform me that I PASSED and will not be subjected to the three hour test.  CAN YOU EVEN IMAGINE?

I am certainly one fortunate girl to be surrounded by many family & friends … ones who have really celebrated some pretty important life moments over the past couple of years.  All of these occasions really become that much more special when they are shared with those people around you.
Last weekend, Little Miss Brickner and I were showered with love at our first of two showers before she arrives in July.  And there definitely wasn’t a shortage of feminity, either.  As every baby shower for a little girl should, there was lots of pink, florals, and some pretty precious outfits for her to adorn soon.
THANK YOU to two of my best friends, Sara & Niki … for hosting the perfect shower and for celebrating this special time with me.  Little Miss Brickner loves you both already and feels lucky to have you, and the rest of the girls, too.

 

It’s official.  I am one day away from being 3O WEEKS PREGNANT … which in other words, translates into:  In exactly 7 weeks, the baby girl developing in my belly will be fully formed and able to enter the real world.  And then, I will be a real-life mom. 
A mother … someone in this world will have that moniker for ME!
The farther along I get, the more I realize why a full 9 months are a necessary time period for pregnancy (I mean, other than the obvious reasons for baby.)  It takes at least that amount of time to completely grasp the fact that an actual human being will result from all of this.  And actually, I don’t even know that (especially for a first-timer!) the realization hits then.  There have been definite enlightening moments … such as when I walk pass her nursery with the crib lined in pastel pink sheets, the sight of her stroller now placed in the center of my living room, or the constant kicks and jabs that I love to feel now on an hourly basis … but most moments the day, it is such an exhilerating while foreign thought that it’s pretty unbelievable.
So this Sunday marks the first Mother’s Day that I will celebrate with the thought of my own daughter in mind.  Because, really, I already now am a mom … as my daughter just jabbed my right side and reminded me.

I must admit that one of the perks of pregnancy that I looked forward to most was taking a break from my stringent eating habits.  As my husband, friends, family, co-workers, or even students would agree …
PRE-BABY, I rarely let myself indulge in fried foods, full-fat desserts, or even a cheese that didn’t indicate  reduced or low-fat on the wrapper.  So the thought of eating for two and specifically, more “mainstream” for 9 months was certainly a good one.  
*In fact, I am fairly sure that I had dreams of eating Skinny Dip ice cream everyday for the duration of my pregnancy prior to thoughts of future babies had even entered into my head.
Well, my first trimester was a good indication that I may not be in the glory of good food that I once thought.  Some of my favorites, including Mexican and late-night ice cream with a side of cool whip … suddenly made me feel more nauseaus than anything.  And while I was pretty much starving everyday, all day … there were very few foods, healthy or not, that looked even the slightest bit appealing.  Plain, pretty much tasteless carbohydrates (perhaps a sign of my baby girl to be?) were the only thing I could get down.      
Now that I have entered my third trimester and am nearing the end of this new and foreign experience, (and beginning a another one!), a lot of my feelings of sickness have (thankfully) subsided.  I even can occasionally stomache some cool whip … which three months ago, would have been unheard of.  Yet still, many of the foods that I had been looking forward to are definitely not at all tempting, and furthermore, my love of Mexican has still not returned.  And those crazy, pregnancy cravings you always hear about?  I haven’t really been a victim, with the exception of a daily bowl of Cheerios since month 2.  
SO … no, my husband has not been awoken at 2 AM while I beg for pickles and ice cream.  Something tells me he is thankful. 

It’s official.  I have welcomed the third trimester with open arms and can hardly believe we are that much closer to meeting our precious baby girl.
And yes, she still is a girl. 
 (I know … it was confirmed two weeks ago but you know those stories in which the ultrasound technician gets it wrong, throwing the future parents into a complete whirlwind because of an incorrect wardrobe and color palette in the nursery.)
So that second confirmation came yesterday morning, at our second ultrasound and second sneak peek at our little lady.  She is now 2.5 pounds, with 2 inch feet, and some pretty adorable fingers, eyelashes, ears, and cheeks.  I fully admit that I am biased, and am so obsessed with her photo that I peek down at my phone every hour or so to catch yet another glimpse … as her image appears on my screensaver, of course.