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.
It’s that time of year again … the end of the March, that is, which signals my annual Fashion Marketing trip to New York City. The trip is always jam-packed, lots of walking, and of course, endless shopping. Last year, my focus was on outfits for wedding showers, rehearsal dinners, and our honeymoon to the Bahamas. This year?
Obviously, the focus is on Baby-Girl-To-Be. And even though she already has a wide variety of pink dresses, leggings, bows, skinny jeans, esc. (one that would make any newborn in the nursery the slightest bit jealous) … making a few additions to her growing wardrobe certainly remains a priority for the trip.
Other thoughts before we (baby & me) depart on the plane to the La Guardia airport? Well for one, to keep my precious cargo safe & sound. Although my doctor gave me the go-ahead for the trip, I clearly have to think more about my health this year. For the first year, my heels have to stay at home. And lots of water and food to keep my energy up are on the menu.
So we are off for Little Miss Brickner’s first (but definitely not the last) trip to the Big Apple.
The time really is flying by. I can hardly believe that I am 22 weeks pregnant and OVER halfway to the finish line – also known as the day I get to meet Baby Brickner for the first time. It doesn’t seem long ago that I was wearing the tightest shirts possible in effort to draw attention to my “barely” there baby bump. I realize this sounds backwards … but I seriously went from wearing flowy silhouettes pre-preganancy to slim ones from the very first days because I was so proud of the bump I was beginning to show.
These days, there is little reason to find the tightest shirts in my closet, as my stomache has grown to the point where it is quite obvious regardless. Yes, there is definitely a baby growing in there and she seems to be getting bigger everyday. In fact, last week marked the point where it became essential for new undies & bras. I was starting to have indented lines all over the areas where my previous ones clearly didn’t fit.
It is hard to imagine what my bump will be like come July. But the fact remains that I am honored to carry this little princess each & every day.