24-12-2009 - 32-33 Weeks

My mood while writing this blog: Merry

Well it is Xmas Eve today and as I sit here and write this I can't help but do some cheesy reflecting on the past year. Can you believe all that had happened? I won't get into the Edwin stuff because this blog isn't about him but he obviously has a lot to do with the massive changes in my life in the last 12 months. I wonder what the next 12 months will hold? I cannot believe that this baby will be 10 months old next Xmas...

So I have decided on a name for those of you that don't already know. Her name will be Erika Danielle. A few weeks ago the name came to me and I sat on it for a while because it seemed that every time I said a name outloud to people I decided I didn't like it and then looked like a indecisive fool. I was showering last weekend and looked down at my belly and just said "she is Erika" and I guess that was the EUREKA! moment I was looking for. It was a little different with Edwin but hey, what isn't right?

The midwife this week said that I need to drink more water and that I was noticably dehydrated. I wonder if a xmas glass of wine would make me more dehydrated... Maybe a half glass....

The midwife also said that the baby is measuring right on target again this week which for me is always good news to avoid the massive baby syndrome I was plauged with last birth. Edwin came with me to the midwife this time and his Daddy wasn't there this time. This is the second time he has come and he was VERY scared for me. He thought at first that it was the doctors office., (which is strange considering how little the midwifes office actually looks or feels like a doctors office) but I think he caught a glimpse of the stethescope and decided he wasn't in for any needles or catheters or tests that day. Poor kid isn't even two and is already scarred. So anyways. I told him that it was me who was going to get checked and that it would be like the book "Hello Baby" which is a great book btw for those expecting their second. He seemed to calm down a little after that. Then I went to get my blood pressure checked and sat on the edge of the cot and he got right up behind me and put one hand on each shoulder and said "No No NO MOMMY!" all protective like. It was crazy. The midwife and I were both kinda like "Wow this kid is super protective and scared of these procedures." I of couse thought it was cute in a kind of sad way. When we listened to the heartbeat he was a little more content and thought that was pretty neat.

Hope you all have a Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays or whatever you celebrate.

I will be in touch...