It can safely be said that I don’t like to do many things the traditional way. My wedding could hardly be described as conventional, my fashion mantra is to always stay innovative, and I strive in my daily lesson plans to keep the students excited with creative ways to teach the industry of fashion. So it’s no surprise that I wanted to find out the gender of our future baby in a unique and special way. In other words, finding out at the doctor’s office via an ultrasound technician I had just met simply wouldn’t do.
Initially, I had said that I wanted to wait until the birth of my baby for the life-changing news. Even though my husband definitely did not agree my idea for a birth plan, I was convinced that this was one of few surprises in life and that the best plan of action was to wait it out.
Well, my Type-A/”need for a constant plan” nature quickly changed any previous belief I had. Within a week, I was already struggling with the fact that I had no idea whether I had a future of blue or pink. So as previously posted, we decided on a “gender reveal” party … which seemed to be the perfect compromise between a creative, memorable way to find out the big news, while still eliminating the need to struggle without a clue for the entire nine months.
Our gender reveal party was held at my parent’s home, and thanks to my mom’s resourceful, imaginative, and artistic mindset … the party was a huge success, and a rather memorable event. SO memorable, in fact, that our story was picked up by the New York Times when a reporter called and asked for details on this rather new way to celebrate such an occasion.
Therefore, last Sunday, April 8th (Easter, 2012) … Little Miss Brickner had her debut – TO THE WORLD. She now is officially a little lady, as an image of her parents reaction to the pink-hued cake was clearly posted in the famous newspaper. (See below).
|YES – Mom is elated and Dad a tad scared, but thrilled nontheless.
Just as I did last year for my wedding registry … yesterday, I completed yet another registry. However, this time, it was a Babies’R’Us. And rather than a focus on dishes, sheets, and tupperware – this time, all items were all about baby.
Registering for baby is certainly a little more overwhelming than scanning for products that we will place around the house. In this case, the diaper genies, breast pads, and bouncing chairs are pretty much foreign to me. I had no idea most of what I added to my list even existed before yesterday, although now I am informed that each product is so essential that I simply won’t be able to function without it. So although the day was long and tiresome (as most tasks are becoming these days … ) – it feels good to have another to-do checked off the list and therefore to be that much closer to the arrival of our baby.
As I’m sure any fellow teacher would agree, one of the perks of the job is definitely the amount of vacation time. Obviously, 2 months of summer is what we look forward to all year long. And the week at Christmas, spring break, and other various observed holidays are pretty much the highlights of our year. (Yes, we do it for the future or America, too … ).
Currently, I happen to be leisuring in the long-awaited spring break. And now that I am officially 6 months, 1 week and 5 days preggers … it was needed more than ever. While many of my co-workers traveled to Florida, South Carolina, or perhaps even more glamorous of vacations – my destination was right at my front door. And the plan was to spend the week getting ready for Little Miss Brickner, who we are getting more anxious by the day to meet.
I have always been one to hate clutter, and constantly strive for an organized and clean house … so when I heard about the term “nesting” even before I was with-child, I was convinced I had experienced it already. But these last couple of days – I have officially become a “nester.” With the extra time on my hands to devote to preparations for baby, I have not been able to control myself. I am fairly sure that at this point thus far, I have filled over 10 trash bags of used clothes, decor, make-up, and jewelry alone.
And I have a feeling that this isn’t the end. I have an excuse – I HAVE to clear room for my baby girl and all that she is going to need.
(Which, by the way, I have learned is quite a lot! … More on my registry experience later. :))
As many others who have come before me and therefore know very well, there are numerous not-so-pleasant side effects of pregnancy. The joys certainly outweigh any negativity, but the downsides are definitely there and cannot be ignored. I consider them a part of the initation to motherhood – a trial period that comes in advance to being a part of a special club that only those who are members seem to understand.
The latest symptom that I have had to embrace is heartburn. I must admit, it wasn’t until the last couple of days that I realized what it actually felt like. I thought heartburn was a pain in your heart (hence the name?!) – so the extreme pain/burning I have experienced in my chest and throat seemed foreign to me until my pregnancy blogs told me otherwise. And just as the face breakouts, extra fluid, and frequent urination side effects before – it will most likely get worse before better.
NOT that I am complaining. It is totally worth it for her – which, by the way, I am reminded about everytime I feel the joy of a kick caused by the life growing inside me each day. I just want to record it so I remember every minute of this pregnancy to tell her all about one day.
So, as previously posted, I traveled on my final flight before baby last week – on my annual field trip with my students to New York City. Although my 6-month pregnant body was certainly not as energized as it has been in the past, the trip was still a success. My students were well-behaved (and even offered OFTEN to carry my bag), the weather was uncharacteristically warm, and I was able to find a few perfect purchases for my daughter-to-be.
But the highest point of the trip definitely came on Friday night, upon my return home. My husband, Mr. BB, had spent his three days with one goal in mind – a “While You Were Out” surprise interior decorating job on our future baby’s nursery. From the time I left (Wednesday AM) to my return (Friday evening) … he successfully (1) painted all four walls of the room, (2) picked up & assembled the crib, (3) purchased a mattress/bumper for the crib, (4) selected, purchased, and assembled curtains, a curtain rod, and a rather adorable lamp.
Oh yeah, and he cleaned my car, cleaned the house, and bought me flowers. I seriously think he is going for “Husband/Dad of the Year.” And for the record – he gets my vote.