Sophie's Adventures

Last week Sophie visited San Antonio to be with Daddy while he was working. Sophie got to stay in a hotel room for the first time, go shopping with Mommy and eat at the Hard Rock Cafe! When Sophie wasn't eating or sleeping at the Hard Rock, she stared at an electric guitar hung on the wall. Hmmm...future rock star? Teen rebel?





Sunday was Sophie's first day to go to church...outside the womb. She did great. She got hungry toward the end of the service, but other than that, she was a sleeping angel. Here's the little girl all dolled up in her church dress.





And yesterday Sophie got to meet Santa! She slept through the whole thing, not even waking when she was taken out of her car seat or placed back in it. But it was fun! Here's Santa and the teeny-weeny.



Next week will be Sophie's first time in an airplane and in Alabama. She's visiting Nanny and Pappy Kilponen for Christmas. More fun pictures to come.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!

A day of rest

Sophie-bean gave me a little rest today. She’s been sleeping all day it seems…waking every three to four hours to eat. I’m happy to have the time to chill, but I’m a little worried at how much she’s been sleeping today. Then again, we were out all day in Ft. Worth yesterday. She could just be tired from that…or she could be growing…or she’s just a newborn who sleeps because that’s what they do. I’ll just stop worrying and be grateful that I had a day to relax a little, which came at a perfect time.

I was just wondering the other day when the SuperMom instincts kick in. Becoming a parent has been great beyond description and also exhausting. I can’t wait to hold my little girl after her naps and watch her little face light up when I talk to her. The downside is the recovery. My body still aches and I have chest pains randomly. I’m tired by 8 p.m. and it takes a lot of effort to fix my hair and put on makeup if I plan to leave the house. I look forward to the days when I have energy again to keep up with my little one. The downside is that she’ll be older and bigger and I won’t have my tiny little munchkin to snuggle with as much. So when she’s hungry at 2 a.m., I’ll remind myself that she won’t be this little forever and to enjoy snuggling with her while I can, ‘cause she’s so fun to snuggle with!

So back to why we were in Ft. Worth…Sophie has a little rash/sore thing on her bottom that the doctors were unfamiliar with. We were referred to a dermatologist in Ft. Worth who was able to help us. I was so excited that she knew what Sophie has. She also knew what treatment options we have and planned to do a little research to see what would work best for Sophie. Bottom line – it’s treatable and not permanent. Once Sophie has the treatment and the spots go away, the doctor said they won’t come back. Yay! That was such a huge relief. A weight was lifted from me just to hear the doc say it will go away and it won’t have any long-lasting effects on Sophie.

I can’t believe my little sweet pea is five weeks old already! Time has flown by! It doesn’t feel like it’s been that long. And Christmas is around the corner.

I have to go for now to feed my Sophie-bean. Here are some more cute pictures of my little punkin.

Too cute not to post

I was playing with my little munchkin yesterday and caught these cute pictures! Sophie has started smiling and it's so adorable. I had to share her cuteness with the world. Momma's sweet girl!

Adjusting to family life

The past three weeks have been a whirlwind of craziness. Everything is new to me. Everything is different. I couldn't have read enough books or gotten enough advice to prepare for the moment of becoming a parent. It's a scary thing.

So far I think Sheldon and I are doing a decent job. Sophie seems like a happy baby and she has gained weight since birth. She's also digesting her milk and sleeping, which I hear is a good thing.

There have been some bumps these first few weeks – hard decisions, hard situations to deal with, and some hard adjustments, but friends and family have really helped us get through it. We seem to be on a smoother path these past couple of days, possibly due to a routine and just getting used to our baby.

As expected, new experiences have impacted my life over the past few weeks.

The fear that motherhood brings. From day one since bringing Sophie home, I’ve been nervous that anything I do will somehow be wrong or I’ll accidentally harm her in some way. It’s such a big responsibility to care for a new human…why would anyone trust me with such a precious being?

Learning how to function on half the sleep I used to get. This one is harder than expected. I answer the little bit’s cries each night and try to keep up with daily activities as well. When I’m by myself, it can be overwhelming that the dishes need to be done, laundry has to be finished, and the house has to be picked up while the baby is napping. I’ve come to learn to take this one step at a time. I set one goal a day and don’t worry with the other stuff. It’ll get done eventually and most importantly, I need a nap too! This follows into my next realization.

Discovering that being home all day with a newborn doesn’t allow for much free time to get anything else done. I used to think I’d have a lot of free time being home with a baby all day. Wrong. Maybe that will happen when Sophie is a few months older, but for now she’s a demanding little bundle and I do good to get a shower some days.

Though it’s been a rough start, there are a few things I know for certain. I am so thankful for my understanding, supportive, loving husband. He has been so much help and is a great daddy to Sophie. I also cherish our little punkin-head Sophie. She’s a lot of work, but she’s also the adorable, sweet little girl I had hoped for and I wouldn’t change my mind for one second (ok, maybe one second, but not two) about deciding to start a family.

Here are some updated pics of our sweet girl:

Introducing: Sophia Kate!

She's finally here!! We're so excited to present our daughter, Sophia Kate. Our little sweetheart gets more precious everyday. Here are some of her first pictures.















Happy Grandparents:





More to come later about my baby story. For now, I have to go feed my sweet daughter.

Shopaholic Mommy...and Daddy

I am addicted to buying baby stuff! Especially clothes. And our little girl isn't even here yet. I don't know her size and how long or what time of year she'll be able to wear the clothes, but I can't stop. I estimate based on the average baby size and keep moving my little happy self through each aisle.

Last week Sheldon and I went to Target to get some last minute baby stuff and we ended up buying three more packages of really cute onesies. When shopping for another baby shower, I ended up spending more money on my little girl than for the other baby. And today, I went to JCPenney for a specific purpose (not to buy baby clothes) and we ended up spending more money on the most adorable clothes! In my defense, everything was 40% to 55% off! How could anyone resist?

Here are some pictures of today's purchases:





I think the little green dress is the most adorable Christmas dress ever. And it looks very "Sophie" to me. She'll be so cute in it! Both little Christmas sleepers are fleece and look so soft. All she needs now is a little red bow to match.

Sheldon picked out the white tennis-skirt-like dress. He's been looking for something that looks kindof sporty for Sophie. He wants her to look sporty when she goes to the gym with him. She'll be in the daycare, but she'll look ready to play on the court! I would give him a hard time, but I'm just as bad. I already bought Sophie a Halloween onesie and I don't even know if she'll be here by then. Again, in my defense, it was only three dollars.

I decided to throw in a few pictures of updates in Sophie's room. We finally found a glider that we liked and it was less expensive than most traditional gliders! We found it at a local furniture store. It's a leather glider/recliner and we can use it in other places in our house in future. I love it!



We also bought a little shelf to go next to the changing table to hold the wipe warmer and some breakable stuff, which I'm sure will be moved to higher ground when Sophie becomes a crawler.



I think we're officially done with the baby room. Sure, there are still things that I would like to have, but we have all the essentials. At least I think we do. I'm avoiding all stores now until Sophie's born so I don't spend anymore money until I need to. I hope she's born soon!

Less than a week!!

It's Thursday morning and everything is still quiet at the Anderson household. Sophie has been a little jumping bean in my belly, which tells me she's still healthy but not much else. I had contractions again last night - these were definitely stronger, but nothing came of them. Or at least from what I can see.

Today is our normal appointment day, but the doctor's office couldn't get us in until Monday. I'm still hoping we'll have a little girl before then.

Though false labor is frustrating, it does serve a purpose. It's not like my body is just playing tricks on me for no apparent reason. The contractions I've been having are supposed to be helping me to dilate and making my cervix thin out or efface. This is a good thing. With all the contractions I've been having, I should be able to go into the hospital dilated to about a four and order my epidural right away. That's my wishful thinking anyway...it gets me through random contractions every day.

I've created a few projects to work on at home too to keep my mind off the "what day will be the day" topic. Yesterday I printed 176 photos of mine and Sheldon's trip to Cancun in 2007. I have all the scrapbook supplies ready to go and I have at least today (as far as I know) to work on it. And if I have longer than today, that's ok because I have 176 pictures to go through!

Even if Sophie holds on past her due date, I know there's an end in sight. Dr. B said he would schedule me to be induced no later than November 7. So at the most, I have two weeks before I get to meet our little girl! That's exciting!

Taking a Breather

While I’m in great anticipation of our daughter to make her debut, these past two days have been nice. I officially started my maternity leave Monday, October 20. I’ve been able to sleep in, make breakfast, finish my thank you cards, and go to the grocery store without the mad rushing crowd of five o’clock. I also watched some favorite movies of mine and finished laundry.

I’m trying to keep myself busy to keep my mind off the reason why I’m not working in the first place. Since last Wednesday, Sheldon and I have been sittin’ on go. Wait…I didn’t post about last Wednesday. Let’s wind back the clock a little.

Wednesday, October 15
I woke up with some back pain and by 7:30 a.m., I was having contractions. Or at least what I thought were contractions. According to the book descriptions, that’s what I was having. We began timing them and they were about 10 minutes apart, but not really consistent yet. I also thought my water could possibly have sprung a leak. It wasn’t a steady flow, but I thought it was dripping.

So we call the doc. He says to come on in. We get there and all the normal pregnancy appointment procedures are done. Then the doc does a more “aggressive” check of my cervix to see how far up the baby is positioned, if my water did in fact break, and how dilated I was. Ouch! I know it had to be done, but ouch.

Once that was over, Dr. B said the baby was still quite high, my water hadn’t broken, and I was dilated to between a 2 and 3. He decided to put me on the contraction monitor to see if I was in fact having regular contractions.

The nurse concluded that Sophie was salsa dancing in my belly because once she got Sophie’s heart rate Sophie would do a little jig and escape from the monitor. It took about twenty minutes and three different positions to catch her.

The heart rate and contraction monitors were strapped to my belly for about thirty minutes. It did prove that I was having contractions, but they weren’t really strong and they were still about eight minutes apart.

Dr. B wanted to do an ultrasound to get an estimate of Sophie’s weight and measurements. I was excited to get to see her again even if it was in 2D. The ultrasound estimated that she was about 6 lbs. 11 oz., but the doc thought it may be underestimating a little. That’s still do-able for me! As long as she’s not on the brink of nine or ten pounds, I’m good.

So after all that, Dr. B told us to wait until the contractions were about four to five minutes apart and to make our way back to the hospital. He said to go eat some lunch, take a walk around town and he’d possibly see us that night.

That’s what we did. Sheldon wanted our little girl here so bad he had me eating spicy food and walking around Waco until about 7 p.m. that night. The contractions never increased in intensity and they stayed at about 7 to 8 minutes apart. When we got home that night, they abruptly stopped. Sigh…

The next day, Thursday, was our regular appointment. The doc checked my progress again, but this time not as aggressively (thank goodness). I had made progress. He said the contractions had caused me to dilate to a full 3 and I was 50% effaced. He last words were, “If I were a bettin’ man, I’d say she’ll be born before I see you again.”

Fast forward to today. It’s Tuesday, October 21, no baby. Dr. B has two more days to be right, otherwise, it’s a good thing he’s not a bettin’ man. I know Sophie will come when she’s meant to come, but I’m just so stinkin’ anxious after last week’s ordeal.

Sophie’s room is finished. All her newborn and 0-3 month clothes are washed. Blankets, burp cloths, receiving blankets, and sheets are washed. All furniture is together and in place. The guest room is ready for guests. Our dog Jack even got a new dog house so he doesn’t feel left out. We’re just waiting on our much anticipated new arrival.

I started having contractions again this afternoon. They’re about 10-15 minutes apart. We’ll see if they lead to anything or if I’m writing again tomorrow telling everyone my story about false labor and how much it stinks. Fingers crossed that it’s real!

Baby Needs

After an inventory of our nursery stock and our registries, there are a few things we’re still lacking for Sophie’s arrival. We have about $100 in gift certificates to spend, but I’m not sure what we’ll really need out of our list of remaining items to purchase. So I’m enlisting the help of the moms and experienced aunts and “nini’s” in the blogger world!

Out of the following list, what should our top priorities be? As a note, I am planning to nurse. For how long – I’m not sure yet.

1. Breast pump
2. Newborn starter kit (bottles, nipples, storage bags)
3. Bath center (little bathtub for baby)
4. Sleep positioner
5. Baby health & grooming kit
6. Baby monitor
7. Diaper Genie
8. Wipe warmer
9. Glider/rocker and ottoman (this will probably just be an out-of-pocket expense).

Thanks for your help!

Quick Sophie Update

Our doctor’s appointment was today. I pretty much expected the outcome, which is that I’m still dilated to one centimeter…sigh. I’m only 36 ½ weeks, but it would have been nice to get some exciting news about possibly having this little girl early.

Dr. B was in a bit of a hurry to get to labor and delivery, so our appointment was pretty quick. Here are the stats in Dr. B’s words:

Heartbeat: “Normal” (Sophie’s normal range is between 152 and 158)

Belly Measurement: “Right on target” (Probably 37 centimeters)

Cervix: “Long and dilated to one centimeter” (Dangit)

Good News: “Strep B test came back negative”

Bad News (for me): “I’d say she’s about 6.5 to 7 lbs.” (Eeek! At this rate she’ll be 9 pounds by Oct. 28!)

Sheldon’s response to the “bad news”: “Well, stop feeding her so much.” (Yah, like that’s an option).

Pikasso Masterpiece

As mentioned on a previous post, one of my showers was held at Practically Pikasso. If you’re not familiar with the place, it’s a ceramic painting workshop. It’s a lot of fun to pick out what figure, tile, dish, or ornament you want to paint and slowly create your work of art. The staff there are really helpful and it’s a relaxing environment. A perfect place for a baby shower!

A couple of my brilliant friends came up with the great idea that we should paint Sophie’s name on tiles and hang them in her nursery. Each person at the shower would have a tile to paint and select what letter of Sophie’s name they’d like to paint. I selected the colors that would be used on the tiles and let everyone design their tile however their heart desired.

They turned out so great! Here are the before and after pictures of the tiles. Practically Pikasso fires the tiles after they’re painted in a kiln, so they look completely different as a finished product.







Here’s a few more shower pictures. Thanks everyone! We’ll have a keepsake that we’ll treasure forever!

Thirty-Six Weeks!

We made it to thirty-six weeks and things are starting to change. The achy, pressure-like feeling is definitely present. It’s uncomfortable to change position from sitting to standing, standing to walking, or walking to sitting. I can’t bend over to reach anything successfully, squatting is required. Even then, it’s a challenge to stand back up without the support of someone or something.

I haven’t had any Braxton Hicks contractions yet. I wonder if I’ll have any at all. Sophie is starting to take up more room in my belly. I can feel her body resting against the inside of mine sometimes. It’s a crazy feeling.

I’ve been getting quick, occasional twinges of pain near the “birthing center.” I’m not sure if this is normal, if this is what dilation feels like, or is Sophie’s just kicking around in a sensitive spot. At our doctor’s appointment last Thursday, Dr. B said I was dilated to one centimeter and not effaced. He said if I progress this week, she may come early. But it’s hard to tell…wishful thinking! Everything else was normal, I gained another pound for a total of 12 pounds and my belly measurement was 36 centimeters – right on target. Sophie’s heartbeat was 152 bpm.

In this uncomfortable stage of pregnancy, there are a few things that I LOVE that make me and little Sophie more comfortable. Here’s a list of my favorite things…revised for my pregnant self.

1. Big, fluffy pillows
2. Soft, fuzzy blankets
3. Orange soda (totally a random craving I never expected)
4. TUMS
5. Stretchy pajama pants
6. Back rubs (this will probably remain on the list even after Sophie’s born)
7. My husband being at home with me
8. A cup of hot chocolate while reading a book to take my mind off of work and new parent anxiety
9. Blockbuster online movie service
10.Sitting in the nursery day dreaming of our little one’s arrival

Whirlwind Weekend

Last weekend (Sept. 19-21) was so full that it took me a week to catch up! I was lucky enough to have two baby showers thrown by great friends. To keep Sheldon busy, he and his dad went to Ennis for the Fall National drag races for the weekend. He was happy, I was happy, it was a fun weekend!

Shower number one was held at work with all my friends at the COG. We gathered in our training room, which was decorated with white and pink decorations, balloons, and lots of gifts!

Shower number two was held at Practically Pikasso with friends and family. Everyone painted a ceramic tile with a letter from Sophie’s name on it. All the tiles spelled out Sophia Kate. It’s awesome! I’ll have pictures to come on that one. I want to show a before (firing) and after (firing) shot.

Between the two showers, Sheldon’s mom and I organized the nursery and washed all the newborn baby clothes, crib sheets, and blankets. Baby smell filled my house…probably from the Dreft detergent. The only thing left to do in the nursery is hang the wall décor and add the baby! I’m so excited that I haven’t thought about the pain to come, but the joy of holding our little one. That’s what will get me through the pain.

I’m sure you’d rather see pictures than read my babble…so here you go! Thanks to everyone who made last weekend such a great weekend for the new Anderson family. Thanks for all your generous gifts and talents in painting!

COG Shower:









Pikasso shower:

Thirty-Four Weeks!

Wow! I’m almost there! Only six more weeks to go (fingers crossed). Sophie and I have had this talk…she should either be a week early or be on time, but there will be none of this tardy business. We’ll see if she listens or not.

I’m getting to the point where it’s tiring to be pregnant. I love, love feeling her move in there, but I can’t wait until I can see her. It’s getting harder to do some pretty simple tasks like getting off the couch or rolling out of bed. And I’m getting tired of wearing pants. If only it was acceptable to not have to wear pants or anything with a waistband to work. Wait, but then I’d have to shave. Ah…the dilemmas of pregnancy.

According to my web sources, Sophie should be somewhere between 18 to 19 inches long and weigh about five pounds. She’s definitely gotten bigger over the past couple weeks because her movements have changed from a bunch of fluttery movements to big, move-my-belly around movements. It’s so cool to watch my belly shift from one side of my body to the other. Crazy kid.

I had suspected that she may have dropped yesterday, but because I have never felt this feeling, I turned to the expert (my mom). She said when her babies dropped, it felt like constant pressure on her bladder and she could feel that the baby was really low. I feel some pressure in a lower area, but the bladder situation is still the same. We determined that Sophie probably moved into position, but hadn’t completely dropped yet. Sheldon had also come to this conclusion last night while we were trying to feel how Sophie was positioned. While we were feeling the belly, I think I felt Sophie’s whole bum in my hand! It was a crazy feeling. It felt like she “pushed off” with her hands in my lower abdomen and her bum filled my hand, which was resting on the top part of my abdomen. My whole hand moved up!

The time is coming! Speaking of which, we’ve moved forward with a few more nursery projects. Here are some pictures of the completed dresser. We took Sheldon’s childhood dresser, sanded it down, and painted it black. We also bought new hardware. It looks perfect!



The adorably cute pillows resting on top of the dresser were handmade by my friend Kris. She did an awesome job! She also made the curtains pictured. I may be a little biased, but I think I may have the cutest baby room ever created!





P.S. Thanks LN for suggesting toile! I love it!

33 Weeks!

A day in the life of a pregnant woman at 33 weeks gestation:

- Grip the side of the recliner to sit up to turn off alarm. Rock back and forth until chair moves enough to allow feet to touch floor to get out of chair.
- Go to the bathroom.
- Get in the shower. Realize the tummy is blocking all vision of lower-half of body. Clearly, this is not a day to wear a dress.
- Throw up.
- Rub tummy hoping not to throw up again.
- Finish getting ready for work.
- Dread putting on clothes because of their restrictiveness.
- Put on clothes. Grr.
- Eat cereal with banana for breakfast. Healthy, yay for me.
- Waddle to car to drive to work.
- Half-way to work realize that apparently baby is still hungry.
- Stop at Starbucks (decaf people, it’s fine).
- Waddle in to work with cinnamon coffee cake and mocha in hand.
- Go to the bathroom.
- Turn on computer, begin working.
- Go to the bathroom (which requires gripping chair handles to stand up without grunting).
- Return to desk, get distracted and begin looking at baby stuff online.
- Start working again…20 minutes later.
- Go to bathroom.
- Go to lunch.
- Wonder what I could get for lunch that would be covered in peanut butter and still be nutritious.
- Go to bathroom.
- Realize when standing up, the “area” feels pressure. Wonder, “Did she really just kick me there?” Continue to wonder, “If my water breaks in the bathroom, would I realize it?”
- Return to work again.
- Realize bum is sore from sitting and decide to waddle around the office for awhile.
- Talk to co-workers.
- Go to the bathroom.
- Return to work.
- It’s 3:30 p.m. and hunger strikes again, eat snack.
- Return to work.
- The end of the workday is here, hooray!
- Go to bathroom.
- Waddle to car, drive home.
- Feel exhausted from such an obvious day of hard work. (It must have been all the bathroom breaks that caused the exhaustion).
- Make dinner.
- Eat four bites and become full.
- Try to wash dishes with belly smushed against the counter. Realize arms get shorter every day. Leave kitchen with “water ring” around front of belly.
- Walk into nursery and stare.
- Go to bathroom.
- Get end table (currently the night stand) prepared for sleep: includes glass of water, tums, cell phone, Kleenex, and glasses.
- Get comfy in recliner (since that is the current sleeping arrangement).
- Feel hunger strike again, but too tired to rock out of the chair to get up.
- Try to watch some TV.
- Randomly cry or become outraged.
- Go to bathroom.
- Fall asleep. Snore. Annoy husband with snoring. (8 p.m.)
- Go to bathroom. (12 a.m.)
- Get heartburn. (2 a.m.)
- Go to bathroom. (4 a.m.)
- Alarm goes off for another day of fun. (6 a.m.)
- Go to bathroom.

Tummy Tumbler

Sophie seems like she might be at the peak of her movement this past week. I had read that babies’ movements usually peak around week 28, but it wasn’t so for me. Recently, she’s been moving around constantly in there. I don’t have a clue what she’s doing, but it’s fun to imagine her somersaults.

I do, however, know very well what her little movements feel like. It’s like a reverse massage chair. You know those awesome massage chairs they have in spas/salons? The ones they use when you’re getting a pedicure? Well, those little “massage fingers” that roll up and down your spine in the chair is what it feels like inside my tummy. It’s a weird, but fun feeling from the inside out.

A random note – I was walking toward the bathroom and passed one of my co-workers on the way. In the bathroom, I thought, “Man, I really want peanut butter.” And then I went on to think how I could go about scoring some peanut butter during lunch. And then I thought, “Why am I thinking about peanut butter all of a sudden?” And then the “ah-hah” moment occurred.

The co-worker I passed on the way to the restroom usually eats something peanut-butter related during breaks. She keeps a large jar of peanut butter in the cabinet in the break room. So when I saw her, I immediately associated peanut butter with her. And then the craving kicked in. And I still want peanut butter. Ha! That’s funny how the mind works. Anyone have any Reese’s? Or maybe peanut butter on bread? I would be willing to just eat it from the jar if that’s all that’s available.

Crazy Pregnancy Stuff

In the middle of week thirty-two (!!) and things are starting to happen that people have warned me about all along. They didn’t happen earlier in my pregnancy, and so I thought I was just lucky…well, except for the morning sickness junk.

One thing you should know, don’t EVER be mean to me or look at me in a funky way because I’ll cry and then you’ll be sorry. I cry at everything. Sheldon told me he’d be in San Antonio this week for work (a normal occurrence at our household) and I thought I would have an emotional breakdown. Ok, I did have an emotional breakdown, hence my trip to San Antonio with him.

Sophie was bee-bopping around in my belly making it move from the outside and Sheldon didn’t stare at my stomach as long as I thought he should, so I cried. At the time it seemed very legitimate. It’s serious business in the actual moment, but later I’ll think, “Did I really cry about that?” I have to stick a compliment in at this point for Sheldon. He’s been really great at handling my mood swings. He can generally calm me down or make me feel better within the hour of my breakdowns.

Another fun thing that happens at this point in pregnancy is the inability to bend over longer than two seconds. For instance, the majority of my pregnancy has been in the summer. Summer = HOT in Texas. I love the water. The problem? I can’t go in public in a bathing suit without shaving my legs. If you’ve never been pregnant, have you ever thought about how complicated it would be to shave your legs while holding a baby on your lap? I never did. Waxing scares the crud out of me. I’m afraid I’ll go into labor from the pain of the experience. So unless you want to go swimming with Big Foot, you won’t see me at the local pool this summer.

In addition to not being able to shave effectively, there’s no way I can reach my toes long enough to polish them. I could just fling some polish in that direction and see if it splatters in a flattering pattern. Or I could make a pedicure appointment…yah, maybe I’ll do that.

Lastly for now, I finally have my appetite back, but I can’t eat that much. Grrr. I’ll want to order a giant bowl of pasta with an entire loaf of bread and salad for myself. I’ll be full with two bites of pasta, one torn off piece of bread, and three bites of salad. And the kicker? I’m hungry an hour later.

Is it selfish to say I want my body back? I’m so happy to be pregnant and be able to feel my little girl’s kicks and squirms, but I’m just so ready for her to be here! Only eight more weeks Sophie!

Sophie should be about 3.75 pounds and 16.7 inches long. BabyCenter says she already has toenails, fingernails, and real hair. Her skin is also becoming soft and smooth, and she’s fattening up for the outside world.

Belly Shots

...of the maternity variety! I haven't been the greatest at posting maternity pictures, so I thought I'd post several at one time.

Here's 10 weeks again:



Same outfit at 30 weeks!



Red balloon!



Twenty-eight weeks right before Sophie's 3D ultrasound:



This is at 22 weeks at the beach in Florida:



And this is 18 weeks at the time of Sophie's 2D ultrasound:



Time has really flown by! At this rate, the next pictures you'll see will be of Sophie's cute little face. Only nine weeks left!