Little things — thankful


We are a little bit further down the road now, at 23 weeks tomorrow. That’s the official week that babies are viable outside of the womb. Whew, what a relief to have gotten this far! Thank you Lord, for keeping our precious Austin safe.

When you’re a high-risk pregnancy, you tend to take note of every little glory that comes along. HCG levels doubled? Exhale. First sonogram heartbeat? Perfect. Out of the precarious first trimester? Thank God. Every time we go to the doctor, I panic a little bit prior to the visit, worried that we won’t hear a heartbeat. I guess that’s the human part of me that worries over everything.

Richly, God has blessed us with a healthy heartbeat each time we see or hear our little love. He’s getting pretty busy now too, kicking and (I imagine) flipping inside my belly when I settle down to sleep. I love those moments — when I get to feel my son playing happily as he grows — and can’t wait ’til they come more often.

At this point, I’m ready for him to be here. Sometimes, it’s like I can feel him in my arms. I can’t wait to feed him, care for him, love him, snuggle him, sing to him, dance with him, take him everywhere to explore life and get to know his perfect little personality. He is truly already a great baby.

We go back to see the doctor in 1.5 weeks, when I will have my glucose test for gestational diabetes. The illness runs in my family, so it’s very important to me to make sure all is well in the sugar department. Though the sweet little one inside of me might be all I need to up my A1C 😉

Going up stairs


We recently moved into a bigger apartment so we’d have a room for little Austin. They told us it would be on the first floor, but failed to mention the stairs we would have to take to get down the our level.

Then of course, back up to our car, and all other ways out of the complex means a trip up those same 19 stairs.

They aren’t the biggest stairs I’ve ever seen, but they are just enough to leave me breathless when I reach the top.

I take another 10 steps or so … and have to stop to catch my breath again.

And again …

Stairs and being pregnant don’t go well together. My huge belly sags all the way to the top of the flight. Then I have to hold it up with my hands to walk the rest of the way to the car.

How will I ever do this with a baby in my arms, a diaper bag and a mom-size purse?

 

His name is Austin


12828349_10153992315264596_5746199997966722527_oHis name is Austin Denver. His daddy named him, and he’s such a good baby. Our 20-week sonogram was about a week ago, and he was really kicking and waving at us. He’s the most precious thing I’ve ever seen.

At 16 weeks I started feeling better. Morning sickness subsided and I have been feeling a lot happier. About a week ago I quit my job, as the stress has elevated my blood pressure to the point where I needed to take a baby aspirin each evening. I also began having pain from the muscles in my uterine wall and outside of it stretching. You never really think about having muscles there until they ache 😉

I can’t wait to start feeling him kick and punch! My doctor says that should start happening anytime now. He needs to start practicing those perfect spirals!

Anyhow, we just moved into a bigger apartment with a bedroom for Austin and his daddy is clearing it out and getting it ready for Austin’s baby furniture. We have some Dr. Seuss baby books and stuffed animals for him. We can’t wait to get his little room all set up.