The weeks have been flying by, and we are getting more and more excited to meet our little one! Muffin is growing at a good rate, which is fantastic but has already created some discomfort for my little body. Ballet has been helping with the continued stretching and strengthening of my muscles. This week, I also remembered I have a super-duper muscle-saving remedy: kinesio tape!!! Normally one would go to a physical therapist for taping, but I’ve been using the stuff for a while and am very familiar with how it works. I did some research and found documents and video on taping for pregnancy, applied the research and viola! significant relief! Karl is skeptical that it’s just a gimmick, but K-Tape has worked for me in the past and it worked again! Now I have to teach Karl how to use the stuff so he can tape up my lower back. I have a feeling I am going to be covered in tape by the time June rolls around!
The baby has been moving around like crazy. I introduced Karl to one of my favorite dance movies the other day, Strictly Ballroom, and Muffin went nuts during the final dance scene (I assume trying to dance along). I had never felt that kid move so much. “I think we have a dancer on our hands!” I told Karl. He agreed, but when I told the story to the baby’s Tio Padre (aka. Uncle Fr. Charles), he said Muffin was more likely begging us to turn the movie off and end the torture (insert eye roll here). Karl and I are pretty sure our child was trying to paso doble in-utero.
Although Muffin’s movement has been more significant, it hasn’t been enough to keep me awake at night. Granted, I haven’t been sleeping well, but I don’t believe the restlessness is due to the baby’s nightly gymnastics. At least not yet… I don’t know what exactly wakes me up at night, whether it’s the bizarre pregnancy dreams or the effort it takes to change positions or the need to go to the bathroom… Whatever it is, I know that the sleep I once cherished (incredibly sound sleep, never waking up for anything) is a thing of the past. Sigh… I’m sure the day will come when I won’t even remember what that kind of sleep was like, and perhaps I won’t miss it as much…
I don’t have photos of Muffin’s growth from this week, but here are photos from the past two weeks.
Week 23: Valentine’s Day
Week 24: Feb. 21
I love my brother Fr. Charles and am willing to do whatever I can to help the guy out. So when I heard he was helping raise money for the Newman Center at Ferris State University in Big Rapids, MI where he is assigned, I wanted to offer my financial assistance. It’s for a good cause: the money goes toward a mission trip, retreats, and continued campus ministry. I am asking you to consider donating as well, because well… there is added incentive: Fr. Charles promised to shave his beard if $3000 can be raised by Saturday. I don’t mind a well-trimmed beard on my usually handsome brother (see Exhibit A), but the current state of his facial hair is too much (see Exhibit B). Donate here (click on Quick Give)
Exhibit A = Acceptable
Exhibit B = Yikes!
Please help a sister help a brother out! Donate to the Newman Center at Ferris State, thus helping my brother and the Catholic students there, and please do so before Saturday, March 1st, thus helping me because that craziness on the Padre’s face needs to go.
Related post by Rosario: Raise to Shave!
Try as I might not to complain, I gripped to my sister on the phone today about how annoyed I get when people constantly complain about the weather. “I just wish they’d get over it,” I told her. “Don’t they realize there are plenty of other people who have it worse? Some people are never happy no matter what the weather is! Two of my co-workers were complaining about the cold and snow this morning and one of them said ‘Well, in a few months we’ll be complaining about the heat and humidity.’ You won’t hear me complain about the cold and snow,” I informed Rosario, “because in a few months – Praise you, Jesus! – we’ll have heat and humidity!”
Aside: I admit that this winter has been extra wintery on the East Coast, and they aren’t used to it the way this ol’ Michigander is. But we don’t have it as bad as other places, like… Michigan! It has been a very interesting winter for me as I’ve never had to deal with the snow and cold while being pregnant, but I’m still not complaining because 1. I know plenty of pregnant women in Michigan who are dealing with more snow and colder temperatures and 2. I enjoy a challenge, even if said challenge is exhausting!
This story is from a couple of weeks ago, but I’m still laughing over it.
Karl had a meeting in the city on the same night as my ballet class. We arranged to meet up after class so we could go home together. As we were walking down 8th Avenue toward Penn Station, we swapped stories about our days. Karl told me about his invigorating meetings, and I told him about my first dance class in fourteen weeks.
As I was giving him a summary, Karl interjected and asked if my ballet teacher was happy to see me again.
I gave him the look. “Obviously you haven’t been listening to me because I just told you that she was glad to see me.” I continued telling him about the class. “It was unusually hot in the studio, but I had my water bottle and I stayed hydrated so I was fine.” I paused for a few moments and then asked Karl what I had just said to make sure he was listening.
“You said it was hot in the studio; you didn’t have water; you got dehydrated; life is fine…?”
I laughed. “Karl! That’s basically the opposite of what I said, except for the part about the studio being hot!”
“I thought it was strange that you said you were dehydrated and then life is fine… It didn’t really make any sense.”
“But you didn’t ask me to clarify which makes me think you weren’t really listening to everything I said… you only picked out key words.”
“I’m sorry, babe…”
I sighed. “I forgive you, but let’s try to work on this whole listening thing.”
In Karl’s defense, we were walking on a very busy street: there were a lot of distractions and even more ambient noises. Still, it was rather hilarious that he heard the opposite of what I had said.
C to K: Are you paying attention to what I am actually saying?
K to C: What was that, babe?
The baby’s movements have been much more pronounced this week. Last week, I could feel Muffin moving but this week I felt actual kicks and/or punches. And Karl was finally able to feel the baby move over the weekend! At mass on Sunday, I felt some kicking. I put my hand on the spot where the kicks happened and pushed down slightly. Muffin kicked again so I pushed down again which resulted in a few more kicks. It was so precious!
So apparently pregnancy insomnia is a thing, which explains why I’ve had a difficult time sleeping the past few weeks. Not only is it difficult to get comfortable, but my sleep has been very light. If I wake up, it takes me forever to fall back to sleep because, exhausted though I am, my mind is racing. When I do get a refreshing deep sleep, like I did last night, I have crazy dreams. Oh well. As much as I’d love to get as much good sleep as possible before Muffin is born, I might as well get used to surviving on the bare minimum.
My father is convinced Muffin is a boy and said about the sonogram photo that the baby was quite handsome and looking more and more like his abuelito every day. I told Dad that if he was referring to Muffin’s currently bald head then he would be correct! But that is changing: I’ve had crazy heartburn this week, and I think that means the baby is going to have a full head of hair. Sorry Dad!
Muffin and I went to ballet class again last night. We went two weeks ago, but had to miss last week due to preparations for the ball. Prior to two weeks ago, I hadn’t been to class since week 5. A lot has changed, but I did surprisingly well both times. It has been interesting though, and I’m sure it will continue to be so as Muffin gets bigger and my body continues to change. I’ve enjoyed being back at the barre and am working on not pushing myself too much.
My daily exercise routine altered slightly this week when Karl was out of town on business for a couple of days. Normally he drops me off at the bus stop on his way to work, but I had to trudge up a steep hill in the bitter cold while he was gone. I walk at least two miles every day to and from work (and by walk, I mean haul ass through the crowded streets of NYC), so one would think that a hill wouldn’t be that big of a deal. But it was. I huffed and puffed my way to the top, but barely had any energy left to make it the rest of the way to the bus stop. It’s rather disheartening to start the day out of breath and exhausted. Thankfully, the bus ride allowed me to replenish my depleted energy and make the hike from the bus terminal to work.
For all the planning people say I can’t do without knowing if the baby will be a boy or a girl, there is actually a lot of planning I can do. I’ve been working on scheduling a birthing class, making a birth plan and researching contingency plans (just in case), thinking about the baby’s baptism… there is a lot of fun planning stuff that is keeping us busy.
The top photo is from last week and the second is a very exhausted me before ballet class last night (I was quite energized after the class).
That’s right – a ball. The Quadrille Ball, to be exact.
My involvement with the Quadrille began over two years, while Karl has been involved for over five years. I was on the Junior Committee again this year, charged with teaching the new set of dancers the intricate movements of the Quadrille. There is so much I could say about the three months of rehearsals, the day itself, the wonderful people of the JC as well as the dancers, but I’m still recovering from being awake for 23 hours on Saturday (It normally takes me a couple of days to recover from such a long day; being pregnant I feel like I need a couple of weeks to recover!). Needless to say, my brain is still processing.
We didn’t quite dance the night away; I had been on my feet for a good part of the day with final preparations, but Karl did twirl me around the floor several times. The dancers’ performance of the Quadrille was well done. There were a few hiccups throughout the day, but all in all it was a successful evening. I have no idea how I managed to stay awake the whole time I was there. Not only was I awake, but I was functioning and active!
The Quadrille Ball is a fantastic event, and we are thrilled to be a part of it!
C & K: The Rehearsal Chairs
(Cecilia & Kendall)
The original C & K
Just for the record, I think everyone should have the chance to don formal wear and attend a ball. It truly is an enchanting experience!
At our sonogram today, the doctor told us that Muffin weighs around 12oz and is about the size of an open hand. Actually she said “your open hand”, in which case I asked “Whose open hand? His or mine?” She looked at my hand as I held it out and said “Ok, an average open hand”, which means the baby is closer to the size of Karl’s open hand than mine.
It took a while to check everything because someone was not being cooperative for the technician or the doctor. Muffin spent the entire time on his/her stomach and refused to flip over! Eventually they were able to mark off everything on the checklist and confirm that Muffin is developing normally, though a bit of a stubborn streak was apparent. The baby even refused to pose for the camera!
Well, we did get one decent-ish shot of Muffin’s face:
I started feeling the baby move toward the end of last week. Karl hasn’t been able to feel the baby yet; it’s still too early to feel anything from the outside, but every time I feel Muffin moving and Karl puts his hand on my belly Muffin stops moving. He’s as anxious as I was to feel the baby move, but at least he was able to see Muffin moving around on the big screen today. At one point, one of the rare moments when we had a profile view, we saw Muffin yawning and stretching. So cute! And even though the baby was a bit camera shy today, I have a feeling it will be a social butterfly like its dad. We were at a friend’s on Saturday evening and Muffin was incredibly active most of the time we were there.
For those of you who have been wondering, I haven’t had any major cravings as of yet. I’ve had a hankering for various foods here and there, but those are usually due to the power of suggestion rather than an internal craving. I’m quite satisfied with my usual fare. Although early on I had a very strong hankering for pizza which was strange for one very lactose intolerant me. I didn’t want just any ol’ pizza though. I wanted a specific specialty pizza from Michigan. Thankfully, Fricano’s will bake, freeze and mail pizza orders! Was it worth ordering pizza from Michigan and paying a little extra for delivery? You bet! No one makes pizza like Fricano’s! Even Karl, who has tasted pizza from all over New York and New Jersey, was impressed. And the cherry on top was I found out that Lactaid pills work when I’m pregnant! (They didn’t make much of a difference when I tried them before.)
That’s about it as far as cravings go. Of course, tomorrow could be a completely different story!