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.
I would certainly say that I am one of “those” girls who has dreamed about her life from the moment she was a little girl. You know … the dream wedding (which, thanks to my parents, I did have!), the two-story home with the fence surrounding it, and of course, the kids and perhaps a dog to go along with it. So needless to say, I have pondered the thought of my children’s names a time or two.
I am fairly sure that on a previous blog – I admitted to my high school strategic plan to have twin girls who I would name Whitney & Britney. Well obviously, times have changed and I clearly have moved passed that idea … and I promise that I would never impart that bad fortune onto any genetic blood of my own.
(And even if I was crazy enough to want to, my husband would never let me.)
So now that any names I have previously believed to be worthy are crossed off the list – I am left with the task of finding the perfect moniker for my first child, a daughter. One that will take her from birth to an adult woman, and be “impeccably-fitting” all the way through. I will admit that I was once thought that this task was going to be an easy one – but in the last few weeks it has proven to be quite the opposite.
Mr. BB & I both would love a name that is different without being too different, girly without being too girly, and one that obviously flows well with our last name. It has been quite the task. Thus, our name game continues. Three months left until we must have that perfect name for that bundle of joy we currently, and fondly, refer to as Little Miss Brickner.
I must admit that I spend many hours of each week poring over fashion blogs, websites, and magazines … in addition to visiting the mall at least once in an effort to stay up-to-date with the new shipments at each of my favorite stores … and, obviously, when my mind needs to wander, it is normally to thoughts of what the next best pairing of clothes in my closet would be.
(I have an excuse – I DO teach Fashion and what kind of teacher would I be if I didn’t make my content area a priority?)
So therefore, it’s safe to say that I love fashion, and even with the challenge of dressing a growing body and more specifically, a baby bump over the last several months … I wasn’t going to give up on my need for style. It has definitely taken more effort – I had pretty much found my nitch in the fashion world prior to this new life stage – but if I gave up, what kind of fashion addict would I be?
So here are a few of my favorite maternity styles … so far, still 3 months to go and if the past month has been any indication, it’s only going to keep getting bigger, and bigger …
AT LAST! 🙂
All winter long, which has also could be referred to as the entire first trimester and most of the second trimester of my pregnancy … I have been struggling in layers of fabric that seem to be getting tighter by the day. As a fashion teacher and complete style addict, I certainly believe in the famous mantra “Beauty is pain” – but it has definitely become harder (by the day) to continue to place my emphasis on being chic above comfort. In fact, as I can recall, the last few times I have squeezed into skinny jeans have been so brutal that I truly felt like a stuffed sausage.
So although I have been warned of the trials and tribulations of a warm weather pregnancy on more than one recent occasion … I have chosen to embrace the higher temperatures with open arms. It certainly seems easier to get my constantly-growing body into a maxi dress or tank top and shorts rather than layered garments over a tight-fitting pair of pants and boots. And believe me – I have done the research. I have spent many minutes/hours poring over pregnancy style websites in an effort to keep up with my fashion sense throughout these nine months. All signs point to the perks of warm weather with-baby …
And yes, I am aware of the downfalls as well … namely, the swollen feet, constant dehydration, and sudden feelings of a higher temperature at all times. But for the sake of fashion, I can handle that.
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.