Happy Birthday Jackson!

...well, kind of. Why not celebrate 12 birthdays for his first little year of life? Well, I'm going to! So, here's to your 1 month old birthday little man!

Things I want to remember about your first month:
1. Your actual birthday that we'll celebrate for the rest of our lives! I'll never forget that day. It was so amazing to finally see your squishy and wrinkly little face. Even more amazing to share you with everyone. And, even better to finally snuggle you on my chest skin-to-skin and call you mine.

{Day two at the hospital}

2. Supportive and amazing friends and family. Our tiny hospital room was filled with friends, family, balloons and flowers supporting us. It was so great to see all of the wonderful people in our lives.

{All of the balloons and flowers we had crammed in our room :)}

3. Taking a million pictures of your everyday accomplishments. My poor memory card on my camera. I have it near my side each day...and I take more and more pictures. I capture your little outfits that you might only wear once, the little quirky faces you're learning how to make, and all of the little things you do to make me smile.

{This is what we do every day! }

{Maggie LOVES giving you kisses! You turn your head to find her!}

{You're starting to like your new toys}

{These are just SO adorable...but you hate them. Love this!}

4. All of the nicknames you've acquired. Daddy calls you 'buddy' almost always. He comes in and says "HI JACK!" and you always turn your head and wait for his kiss. From then on, you're little buddy. I call you Jack Jack Jack, little man, Jack-y (although Daddy says that's a girl name so I only call you that when he's gone...shh don't tell!), and most often stinky man when you poo. Some others have nicknamed you "YAACK" and "Jack Chuck". I'm sure they'll keep coming!

5. Bathtime! I love baths, and I'm SO glad you share that love with me. I can't wait to take you to the pool with me this summer...and can't wait to splash around in our whirlpool tub in our new house. You've figured out that if you blow raspberries with your little lips you'll get bubbles in your mouth --- so all while I'm cleaning you you're eating bubbles. And, your pictures of you straight-out-of-the-bath are so darn cute!

{Another one of your many gifts -- embroidered with your name...love!}

6. Our first Christmas as a family. It was so fun parading you around to everyone. There were so many people who were dying to see you! It was an adventure to say the least; packing for a family of three plus a four-legged friend was quite a bit more challenging than before. I dressed you in a million cute outfits and passed you from one set of arms to another. Oh, and you made out big! You already have a nice collection of toys we can't wait to play with soon! And, no Christmas present will ever be better than you.

{All of the grandkiddos...we finally have one to put in the picture!}

{Daddy opening your FIRST EVER Christmas gift!}

7. Getting comfortable being your mommy. The first few days we tiptoed around everything we did for you. From changing your diaper to putting on clothes, we took our time and were super careful and cautious. It's fun to see myself evolving into my new role. I am pretty darn sure I could change a diaper in the dark in my sleep now. Unlike the first few days where we'd even have some blowout diapers because we didn't know what we were doing. I went from using like five wipes on a poo diaper to only one -- maybe two if it's real bad. I whip your little limbs into your clothes in a matter of milliseconds, where I previously would be so careful not to break you. It used to take hours to get out the door, now I have your diaper bag packed and ready...and I toss you in your car seat and we're ready to go. I'm getting better each day at figuring out life with baby. We love being a family. You make us feel complete. Can't wait for your 2nd month birthday already ;)

Dear Baby Jack,

Welcome to our world! You have not only joined us in this crazy thing we call life, but you have transformed every moment we share together. We are so blessed and thankful for your little feet, your smile you are trying to figure out, and even your poopy diapers.

Tomorrow you will be one month old already. All throughout my pregnancy I wrote you little notes to fill you in on how much we loved you and how prepared and ready we were for you. I poured my heart into every post capturing precious thoughts that can never be forgotten. Now, you're right here with us (sleeping in your swing as I type) and I can't imagine life being any better.

Every morning I wake up to your sweet coo, or sometimes a scream cry if you're hungry, and I smile. I get up from my warm bed to scoop you up and spend the rest of my day with you. We cuddle, we giggle, and we nap together. I run around the house trying to keep up after all of your messes while you lay on your tummy and watch with your little head held high. Sometimes I wear you out and you fall asleep right there in the middle of the living room floor!

Your daddy and I are obsessed with your little milestones. Yesterday was your one month well-baby appointment and we found out that you are already 11 pounds and 3 ounces! So much for a little man, huh? The doctor said that you're at the 98th percentile for weight for a four-week-old. I knew you'd be a big boy! You are also holding your head high, standing on our laps when we attempt to get those big burps out after eating, and you are starting to figure out your voice. All of these little things seem so big to a proud momma and poppa! I swear I'd stop a stranger to brag about you already. Yes. I'm one of those moms. Sorry Jack.

All the preparation, cleaning, and crossing off to-do lists didn't prepare me for the love we'd share, Jack. Everyone told me it's unlike anything I'd ever felt before...and they couldn't be more right. What I do know is that I was put on this Earth to be a mom - your mom - and it's everything I've ever wanted. I cry when you cry. I worry about every bump, noise, and hiccup. I stare at you when you sleep to watch you breathe. You're my world. You're our everything. And, you're perfect.

Love,
Mom

Live and learn...

....and that's exactly what we're doing. Living and learning.

From the day I found out I was pregnant I spent hours upon hours perfecting our home for the baby's arrival. 'Nesting' was a large part of my every day (and that hasn't stopped). It's funny to look back at my "I'm ready for you little man" posts with my perfectly placed nursery decor, stacks of diapers I thought would last a lifetime, and piles and piles of clothes. Again, I'm living and learning.

The nursery decor changed as soon as we came home from the hospital. Oh, and by the way, you leave the hospital with more than you go there with - so pack lightly! The drawers which I thought were perfectly placed on the bottom shelf (they weren't too sightly, so bottom shelf it was) were instantly shoved to the top. They were filled with burp cloths and bibs...two things I never realized would define my life. I also had to find a spot for all of my breastfeeding supplies which I was totally ignorant of. I now have a place for my pads, lanolin, breast shells, and everything else I didn't realize I'd need. The shelf above the changing table is our lifeline. Instead of cute stuffed animals, our shelf adorns destin diaper cream, baby wipes, lotion, and a baby brush for after baths. Far from cute, but very practical!

{Before - and that chair is now in the living room! I live in it.}

{After}


I remember washing and REWASHING Jack's clothes...just to make sure they smelled like Dreft. Who knew I'd be washing so many clothes! There's definitely never a chance that something doesn't smell like Dreft now. Also, I never thought twice about washing the clothes. That means you rip the tags off. Yep. There were several (and when I say several I'm using the term lightly) pieces of clothing that Jack never made it into, or spit up and couldn't fit after washing. Living and learning...

Diapers. Pacifiers. Bibs. Burp cloths. Booger-sucker-upper (who really knows the name of that thing?!). All of these things define my day.

• We have (well had) a gigantic stock of diapers. They disappear quickly. We've already bought our own box of size 1 diapers yesterday. I was sure they'd last...
• I was also sure that I wouldn't stick those sightly pacifiers in MY baby's mouth. They are so ugly and they are just a plug for your baby to express themselves. WHO WAS I KIDDING? Those things should cost more than gold or diamonds. I love you, Avent and Nuk pacifiers.
• Burp cloths are so amazing. They catch every fluid that comes out of any orifice. As soon as one is spit up on...dirty clothes basket! And, it's Eric's specialty to loose them. He changes Jack - new burp cloth. He puts Jackson in the crib - burp rag disappeared. We go through a lot of burp cloths.
• Boogers are the devil! I feel so bad when I can hear Jackson trying to breathe with boogers blocking the way! He and I both love the booger-sucker-upper. He moves his nose to make it perfect viewing for me. I feel like I've accomplished an insurmountable task when I get a boogie out. So glorious, huh? =) Just call me the boogiemister!
  
  
  

Eric is loving my realizations one-by-one. He knew it'd be this way...and I was determined to keep 'cute' in place of 'functional'. Every time something changes or moves he chuckles and smiles. Can I blame him? :)

I've quickly discovered that being a mom is not all glorious, cutesy, and perfect. And...that's just how I like it. I'm getting used to letting things go and enjoying the moment with the best Christmas gift of all. I've given up make-up and a cute outfit for sweatpants and a good headband to cover my not-so-stylish mom do. I relish in the quiet, peaceful moments of our little family slowly figuring out our lives together. I'm blessed and thankful for all that we have been given. And, I'm living and learning each day...

I'll leave you with some pictures of our little Jackson Charles...

{Jack cuddles with his first toy - this little frog makes noise and lights up! He clenches on for dear life to it!}


{Lots of tummy time has paid off - he can lift his head!}


{Quality time on his pottery barn gym with daddy and maggie}


{Another day out shopping - first day wearing shoes! So cute}

Can you believe it...

...Jackson is TWO WEEKS OLD already!

And he's growing and growing already. Everyone says "enjoy them while they're tiny...they grow too fast!" I never really thought about it until today. Jack is already two weeks old. I glanced at the millions of pictures from his first days we spent in the hospital - and he really IS growing and changing.

Milestones of our {not so little} newborn:
1. Jack can sleep stretches of 5+ hours through the night. I'm hoping the trend continues...
2. Our little man already uses his strong little neck! When we try and burp him he flings his neck out to check out our faces and the world around him. Good job little buddy.
3. Unlike the first few days, Jack can stay awake for an hour or two at a time. It's been fun reading his first books, playing with his little hands and feet, and dressing him up in all of his clothes.
4. Newborn clothes are officially packed. It was a very sad day. There were a handful of adorable gap ensembles that Jack never even got to wear! Whoops :)
5. Jack still loves baths. I've yet to hear even the hint of a cry. He just adores being in the warm water. I scrub and scrub and he just hangs out.

Eric and I are adapting to our new, unselfish roles of mommy and daddy. It's funny what our conversations have turned in to:
"Whoa, did you hear that? I think Jack pooped a big one!" ~ Daddy Eric
"Can you believe Jack ate 5 ounces this afternoon!" ~ Mommy
"The diapers and wipes just keep magically refilling themselves." ~ Daddy Eric

The best part is that they all seem so exciting to Eric and me. Truly moments only we as a family can relish in.

I've been exploring my amazing Chicco stroller system at the local malls; you didn't think I'd be stuck inside and not shopping did you? The first time I took Eric along with us, just in case I couldn't figure it out. After that -- watch out West Des Moines. This new momma is on her way! I've been out-and-about with Jackson every day since then. He's a trooper, too! He passes out in the car and then sleeps and sleeps. I bump into clothes racks, hit big bumps, and he still sleeps! Eric and I even went to dinner last night. Carlos at it's finest. My first margarita since March. A contented little baby sleeping in the booth right next to me. It was more than perfect.

I won't tell you how many pictures I've taken since Jackson's arrival...but I'll leave you with a few goodies:

{He was SO mad to be naked and taking pictures}

{Jackson getting ready for a day out shopping}

{I just love his little jeans}

{Another great one of his wailing! He never cries so I just love these pictures}

{Daddy took this one...like father like son. Jack loves watching T.V.}

{A view from the top - this is how he sleeps now!}

Breastfeeding 101

I was bound and determined to at least try and breastfeed little Jackson. I knew it was better for him, and me. I didn't know if I'd enjoy it or could handle it; it actually has proven easy! There's a lot to the simple concept that I didn't realize but overall it's simple, quick, and easy.

The good...

• It's the best nutritionally for baby. I'm allergic to life...so I thought feeding baby Jackson breast milk would be easiest -- rather than deal with possible allergies (it took my parents 9 different tries with formula before they discovered one I could keep down). And, I hear IQ levels are higher in breast fed babies :) So far, Jack loves my milk!
  
• I'm down 25 pounds already....and I only gained 8 the whole pregnancy! Breastfeeding burns up to 500 more calories a day. It also makes the uterus go back to pre-pregnancy size faster.
• I can wear JEANS WITH BUTTONS AND ZIPPERS again! And, they are actually a little big now! Shopping spree soon?!? I feel like I have a whole new wardrobe...going from maternity clothes to an entire closet filled with cute clothes that either fit or are too big -- I'll take it.
  
• Can we say cheaper? Formula is expensive! We stocked up on some in case I gave up quickly on the breastfeeding at the hospital. Breastfeeding is free, baby!
• I'd actually say it's easy. Before trying it...I mostly heard horror stories or of people who gave up before they started. It's really very easy. And, I'm a regular milk factory! I could feed all the babies on our block I'm sure.
• Bonding with baby. The thought of breastfeeding before Jack grossed me out to be honest. But, I knew I'd try at least. Now that he's here, it's such a great bonding experience. I feel proud to know that I can provide him with the best nutrition just by being his mom. The cute looks on his little face...his little milk mustache after he's done eating...and his big ol' belch when he's done on one side = priceless.
• Poopy diapers are easier to clean, and they don't smell bad :) And, Jack doesn't spit it up AT ALL!
  
• My breast pump was covered by insurance (usually a $300 pricetag)! So, I'm able to pump and freeze milk.
  

The bad...

• I'm limited and bound to the baby's schedule. Rather than being able to leave him with daddy (or anyone else), I have to either be there to feed him or have some milk pumped out. Which then results in engorged boobies...ouch!
• I can only have one drink at a time -- otherwise I have to pump and dump my milk. Which hasn't been an issue yet; I still feel guilty even looking at a bottle of wine. I'm sure that will disappear soon.
• I don't plan to continue when I'm back to work. I don't have a schedule that I could easily fit pumping into. I only have a 20ish minute lunch, and that'd be just enough time to pump and clean. So, I'll keep it up for now...freeze as much as I can...and supplement when I'm back to work.
  

The ugly...

• Nursing bras. Enough said.
• Clothes. I can't just wear my cute clothes...I have to think about if it will be easily accessible when little Jack decides he's hungry. I walk around the house in sweats, nursing bras, and tank tops. Lovely!

Overall, breastfeeding has been a joy. I'm glad I didn't give up too soon; I looked at the perfectly portioned Similac bottles in the hospital and thought how easy it would be just to cave into formula...

Jack's Newborn Photo Shoot!

Click on the link below to see our preview of Jackson's newborn photo shoot! Thank you SO much to photographer Jennifer Waters! She did such a great job.

Unlike most newborn photo shoots, Jack was wide eyed and awake the entire shoot! There were so many cute poses -- can't wait to see them all!

http://jenniferwatersphotography.blogspot.com/2010/12/jackson.html

Daddy Eric

Everyone told me that having a baby would change everything (and they usually were hinting towards the negative). Well, they were right. Except, having a baby has made our marriage and relationship grow stronger.

Eric was excited from the moment I called him to tell him we were expecting, to the minutes before little Jackson was born. I knew he'd be a great daddy to our little man. What I didn't know is how amazing he really is.

Eric has always been my best friend and the best husband I know. Adding fatherhood to his many hats has only proven to be another success. Each day, he shows me another sweet side of his amazing personality - as he cuddles, sings, and plays with Jackson. He is back to work now, and not a morning or afternoon goes by without a phone call check up from daddy. He asks how I'm doing and how Jack is doing, and says hi to Maggie over speakerphone. He now comes home for lunch...mostly to cuddle with our little man. Even though he's back to work, he gets up each time Jack cries in the middle of the night. Although I'm breastfeeding and there's not much he can do, he wakes up with me to help and support us. He burps Jack and changes him as I get ready for the next round. He even holds up my water by my face, since I'm usually using both hands to help hold Jack up! So sweet...

{Jackson and Eric...passed out together on the floor}

{Poor Jack was looking for food...}

{The best little man with the best daddy in the world}

I never realized that our relationship could get any stronger...but it has. We hug more, kiss more, say I love you more, and when we lay down to go to bed we tell each other how much we appreciate each other. Our love has grown stronger and I'm very blessed and thankful.

WE LOVE YOU, DADDY ERIC!

Jack's Birthday

Jackson Charles Krieger
Born 11/30/2010 @ 2:55 p.m.
8 lbs 15 oz & 21 inches long


It was 6:00 a.m. on Tuesday, November 30th, 2010. We were actually scheduled for an induction for that day, but we wanted to keep that a secret. I didn't get any sleep, as I was so anxious for the next day. Would we have our little son? Or would the hospital be too full and we'd have to wait another few days? After a few minutes I quickly realized my water had broken! What a coincidence. We showered, packed, and headed for the hospital. On time as scheduled, except I was in labor already.

We were sent to room 2016. A room tucked in the corner of the labor and delivery wing at Mercy Medical downtown Des Moines. Eric and I stared and smiled at each other; we relished in the last moments of 'us'. Within a few minutes I was hooked up to IV's, baby heartrate monitors, and contraction timers. I was checked and was dilated to 4 and 100% effaced. I had a feeling labor would progress quickly. I was right! Within an hour I was dilated to 7, and an hour after that I was ready to push! I kept thinking: this is too easy...

Then came delivery. I never realized labor and delivery were two VERY different things. My labor was a breeze - two hours and I was ready to go! My delivery...that's a whole different story. It was Eric, Me, and the nurse. The baby was turned, but the nurse was determined to still deliver normally. So, we pushed. Then, we turned and pushed. After that, we changed positions again and pushed. Eventually, 2 and a half hours later, we were still pushing. The doctor came in and gave me the option of pulling the little guy out with forceps. At that time, they could have said cement chisel or bulldozer...get him out already! So, in a matter of seconds Jack was plopped on my belly --- screaming and crying instantly.

It was so surreal. The moment I'd waited for 10 months, and really 24 years. I've always wanted to be a mom. I, in my dreary state, looked down. I kissed his forehead and whispered "Welcome, Jack. I'm your mommy. I love you." No one but Jack heard.

Then came the whirlwind. 45 minutes of stiching - all while being able to feel every tug and stich. Afterall, by the end of the pushing my epidural had worn off. I ate a quick bite as they continued to work on baby and me. After that, a bathroom attempt quickly turned into me turning green, passing out, throwing up my just-eaten food, and nurses screaming "EMERGENCY". It was very scary. The worst part: it happened again after all of the guests left...except this time I couldn't even hear. A true black-out! All the wonderful things about labor no one ever tells you about! All totally worth it.

We eventually made our way to our room we'd stay in for the next few days. We had tons of family and friends waiting. Everyone loved our little man.

Being Mommy and Daddy has come naturally for Eric and Me. That first night was filled with chats about life, how blessed we are, and how on Earth will I ever figure out this whole breastfeeding thing. Everytime Jack left the room we frowned and talked about how we miss him already, and how it seemed too easy. So far, so good! One of the most memorable parts of the whole entire day was watching Eric hold him. He didn't realize I was listening -- with a tear in his eye he wispered "Jack, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I love you." It was the most adorable thing ever! I had several nurses throughout our stay whisper to me about how great of a dad Eric was and how lucky of a family we were.

We are lucky. We love you, Jack.

Baby Jack is Here!

I'll be blogging about our little miracle soon...but here are a few pictures capturing our special moments these last few days...

After 2+ hours of pushing...I'M OUT!

We're a family now...

Jack's first bath...
He's such a little trooper...

Daddy's very proud...and amazing.

We're very blessed and in love already. He's perfect and is our world.

Love you Jack!

40 Weeks!

How far along: 40 WEEKS PREGNANT! I was hoping 38 weeks was the last time I'd blog about being pregnant...wishful thinking!

Food cravings/aversions this week: I'm eating and eating and eating. Eric noticed one of my cravings this week and thought it was funny. When I started out with the pregnancy, I DESPISED chicken. I couldn't stand the look, texture, smell, anything! And, my newest craving: chicken! Every night when he asks what I want for dinner my response is...KFC? Strange and funny at the same time, as Eric and my relationship started when he worked at KFC in high school -- he'd come home covered in chicken bits and I refused to eat it for the most part. Now I'm becoming a regular customer! I'm eating terrible because I can and I'm pregnant, but in the weeks to come I will be back to eating healthfully...and I'm kind of excited for that!

Changes/feelings: Again, I'm feeling ready. But really ready this time. I've walked through the nursery every day rearranging something, tweaking something small on the shelf, and I've even turned the little mobile wheel every once and a while, just to make sure it still works. We've bought our little man his Christmas present, and it's wrapped under the tree waiting. I open the drawers of his dresser and count, rearrange, and organize his little jammies. I also rearranged his clothes, putting them in order from newborn - 6 months starting with dressy onesies, then on to vests, then jackets, then one pieces and overalls. I'm sure it won't stay that way. Oh, and an opened Johnson's baby wash sits on the corner of the bathtub...waiting for baby.

Memorable moment this week: Reaching 40 weeks pregnant. I've had a realization...I'm not in control! This baby is coming when HE'S ready, not when I'm ready for him to come. For the next 18+ years, something other than myself or Eric will be the focus. I'm SO thankful that we waited to have a baby until we were truly ready. We're ready. Also, I'm thankful for not gaining a bunch of baby weight or water weight. I looked at my feet yesterday and realized that even OVERDUE, my feet still haven't swelled one bit! Thank you, thank you! I had Eric take the picture you see above last night and I cringed before I looked at it. I told myself - being pregnant is a blessing...and it turned out okay! I know I look huge, but it's mostly belly! YES!!

Least favorite moment this week: Uncomfortable and bored. I've become a home-body and a grouch. I don't answer my phone most days - so don't take offense if I've ignored you =). Also, the boredom has been torture. Eric and I both are suffering from it. We know our lives are going to change so drastically, and are so ready for it! But, we wait. And we're bored. We try and enjoy it, as these will be the last days just him and me. Tonight we're going to dinner at Biaggi's -- date night at it's finest! I'll have to order something spicy...

What I am looking forward to: Baby Krieger's arrival! =) Come on out, little man!

Please tell me this is the LAST pregnant photo I take??!?!?!

Dear Little Man,

Comfy in there? Well, your movements have changed from little rumblings to entire belly shifts. When you scootch around I can feel it in many areas of my body. I'm thinking you're making your way to where you'll soon make your exit into this crazy world we live in. And, I'm ready.

Your due date is just days away. I'm thinking you already know that and have planned to stay in one more day after? That's my guess. My first guess was November 19th, 2010. Your dad's guess was November 21st (merely for selfish Iowa Football Game reasons). You should have come on that day! Well, we were both wrong. What we've realized is that you're not even here and you definitely call the shots already. We're wrapped around your tiny little fingers and we haven't even seen them yet.

I'm so proud of you little man. You have stayed warm in my belly just as long as you should. I have been blessed with a problem-free pregnancy (minus little complaints from an uncomfortable mommy). You are in perfect position for hopefully a normal, natural delivery. Every time we hear your fast little heartbeat it sounds loud and strong. You have un-discovered my ribs; maybe you're so low you can't even reach them? Thanks anyway!

I promise...

1. ...to always read to you. Daddy or I will read you a goodnight story every night. When you get old enough, I will never shoot you down on reading a good book.

2. ...to always give you a bath, rub you all over with Johnson's baby lotion, and cuddle you in one of your many animal bath towels until you're warm.

3. ...to NEVER, EVER put you in "Baby's First Christmas" or "My First Birthday" or any other holiday attire. I'm way more creative than that.

4. ...to talk to you like a mini-adult. I won't say things like "pee-pee" or "potty". We'll always talk to you like you'll have to say it someday.

5. ...that you will always have an abundance of toys for your playing enjoyment.

6. ...to not come up with too many nicknames. I'm sure you'll have a handful, but hopefully they aren't too embarrassing.

7. ...to always love you, cuddle you, parade you around, and care for you in the best ways that we can.

I can't wait to meet you. I can't wait to share the name we've picked with the world. I can't wait to spend the next several weeks just you, dad, and me. I'm excited for feeding you, changing your tiny little diapers, belly time, and attempting to put you in your swing. I'm excited for your newborn pictures and sending out Christmas cards with not just Eric and Me (like it's been for the past million years), but Eric, Me and Baby!

We'll see you soon baby Krieger. And, believe me...there are lots of people waiting to meet you!

Love you more than ever,
Mommy

And we're still counting down...

I promised myself that I would save my Christmas shopping for after baby. That, however, was when I was wishful thinking that he'd come a little early. As the days winded down, I realized it might be stressful to be Christmas shopping mid December --- when I usually have it all done before Thanksgiving! So, I went shopping :) I've only picked up a few gifts so far. My plan was: Christmas shopping will be my excuse to get baby and me out of the house! I don't want to be stuck at home in sweatpants my entire maternity leave. I want to show off our little man while walking, shopping, and getting myself back to me!

Bending over, cutting, taping, putting on ribbon, and all of the other tasks of wrapping presents was much more interesting this year for sure! My big ol' belly got in the way of most of it, but I am not at all concerned with squishing the baby at this point; he's sure to come out if I squish enough, right?! I managed to still wrap in my famous style for this year! Can't wait to finish up and fill below the Christmas tree.

I also bought to reams of yarn just for fun...and I'm actually halfway finished with a baby blanket! Who knows if we'll actually use it; it's kept me busy at least. Eric and I have been renting movie after movie. Crocheting while watching has actually kept me interested in staying put to watch an entire movie or two.


Things that make me comfortable in these miserable last few days:

Eric - he helps me up, waits on me hand and foot, and is amazing...
Bubble Baths - I take a few a day...
Hot cocoa - with two chocolate packets and a handful of marshmallows...
Baby lotion - for my itchy skin; it also reminds me of what's coming soon...
Crocheting - keeps my mind off waiting...
Car rides - each bump I feel a little bit closer to having a baby...
Tylenol - I've got a wonderful cold and Tylenol helps...

As of today, we have three days until baby Krieger's due date. I think that 5% of babies are actually born on their 'due date', so I'm guessing it won't be the day. I'm hoping, however, that he doesn't wait too much long after. As each day passes I realize how different life is going to be. I can't wait to spend my days cuddling with my little man. I am so looking forward to putting together his adorable little outfits. I'm actually looking forward to making messes so I can clean them up...crazy I know! I'm excited for comments about baby, rather than belly. I'm excited to be able to travel more than 10 minutes away from Des Moines and see friends and families for the holidays. I'm hoping the next blog post will be filled with pictures from the hospital of our baby boy!

The Waiting Game...

I am 39 weeks and one day pregnant...just 6 days to go!

The waiting game is here. We've been preparing, folding, decorating, rearranging, practicing and getting ready for our little man. Eric and I have spent the past few weekends getting in some "us" time before that time is long gone. We've been on little shopping sprees for final touches and last little items. We have also visited many of the restaurants we always love...since my love for cooking has since been replaced by tired feet and an achy back.

I'm officially on maternity leave as of yesterday. I decided to take my two personal days for this week (since the kiddos only go to school Monday and Tuesday in my district) and allow my long-term sub to plan for the day he'd start. It's been relaxing, and I'm finding I can get a lot more cleaning and organizing done! I just hope this little man comes soon...or I'll run out of things to do. I do miss working though...I'm sure that will change when the little baby is entertaining me!

Every night I go to bed thinking maybe I'll wake up to my water broken or to strong contractions that will send us packing for the hospital. Every morning I wake up to my reality - no. Eric says each day, "Well, we're one day closer to having a baby at least!" He's such a trooper. He's also been supportive by going to all of my doctors appointments; lovely times we get to spend together as they check my cervix for dilation and effacement. At my last appointment I was dilated to 3 cm and 80% effaced. The doc said she was sure I'd deliver within the week. Well, here we are scheduled for yet another doctors appointment this afternoon. She was wrong.

Yesterday, we made a trip to Hobby Lobby. I decided I needed a hobby to entertain me during these last few days, and possibly during the long hours we'll spend soon at the hospital. I picked out two rolls of yarn and a crochet hook. $8.00 total. What an awesome hobby! I started crocheting a baby blanket...and at the pace I'm going, it will be finished before this baby arrives.

Things I've learned in these last few weeks of being pregnant...

...buy lots to drink while grocery shopping. I can't get enough to drink! Some days apple juice, others water, and more often than not chocolate milk.

...take the expert mommy advice of don't buy too much 0-3 months clothes lightly; Eric and I pulled out all we had from newborn-3 months and realized we had three random onesies and 3 non-matching pairs of sweatpants. Total. Baby K shopping spree ensued!

...three hours of sleep at one time is a success.

...every ache, pain, or cramp feels like "this is it". And...it's not.

...thoughts of baby, diapers, breastfeeding and pumping, and swaddling in blankies are forever in my brain.

...thoughts of only having one baby, or possibly adopting are not out of the picture.

...I smile when I think of tanning beds, treadmills, and a frosty bottle of wine. So close!

...deciding on what name we really want to name this baby has been one of the most difficult decisions ever! I've known what I want to name him forever...and we keep changing our minds. Then, we usually come back to what we've planned from the beginning. Who knows!

...Baby Krieger is comfortable. I'm not thankful to be pregnant still, but I am happy that he is probably chubby and healthy. I've carried full-term, so the chance of a little tiny baby in the NICU is probably not our reality - thank goodness!

...be patient.

We're waiting, baby Krieger. Come out, come out, wherever you are! Pretty please...

Love you,
Mom

38 Weeks!

How far along: 38 weeks...I'm hoping it's the last time I blog about pregnancy?! :) At least until the next time around...****crossing fingers****

Food cravings/aversions this week: I don't know where the idea came from, but I always thought that pregnant people ate and ate and ate. I could have sworn it's all they do! They are growing another human in their body for goodness sakes. Well, that has been far from the truth with me. I've stayed the exact same weight for the last four (if not longer) weeks. And, I've gained a total of 8 pounds the entire pregnancy. My appetite has vanished for the most part -- probably thanks to this gigantic baby that squishes my tummy all the way up to my brain it feels like. These last few weeks have been filled with quick and easy snacks. Rarely do we actually cook a dinner and eat it together. I snack when I get home, Eric makes something when he gets home, and we go on with our night. Weird. Very weird. That being said, no real cravings or aversions...just eating small portions of anything.

Changes/feelings: I am feeling miserable. I have been refusing to buy more awful maternity clothes for the last couple of months, and now I'm regretting it. I am very limited in what I can wear, and even if it fits around my wideness, its not comfortable at all. Not even one bit. I'm ready to be me again!

I'm also feeling ready to be a mom. My build-in 'worry wart' attitude has kicked in; for the first time ever I worried about not feeling the baby move. Hours later it was a fireworks show for all to see! I have rearranged drawers of clothing, read up on my breastfeeding books, and packed all of the bags for the hospital. The car seat and base are installed and level. My long-term sub is set to start on Monday of next week -- plans are all in place for me to be gone. I'm excited to be able to think about this baby, and not about how 110+ middle schoolers are doing with someone else teaching them.

Memorable moment this week: I had this wonderful idea: try on your old jeans and see if they will fit when the baby is here! Depressing thought, I know. However, it was a success! I pulled my favorite jeans down from the top shelf and took a deep breath. I was sure they'd be like denim leggings and I'd have a ways to go before I could wear my cute clothes again. But, I was so anxious to look at and touch jeans with buttons and zippers that I had to try. First pair...FIT! Minus the v-shape the zipper makes, only thanks to the baby bump. Second pair...slid right on! Heck yes :) I've been wearing the same two pairs of maternity jeans in spite of buying more maternity clothes for such a short period of time. It's very refreshing to see a nice stack of real clothes that will fit soon!

Least favorite moment this week: Huge. Huge. Huge. That is all.

What I am looking forward to: BABY KRIEGER! His due date is days away...and according to the doctor he should grace us with his presence very soon. I'm not holding my breath, but it will have to be soon!

'Tis the Season!

I know. It's only November 14th and I'm already excited for Christmas. My rule of thumb each year: if Von Maur has their Christmas decor out, so can I! I also decided I have an even better excuse for my crazy-early-decorating antics - a little baby boy due any day might hinder my gusto for digging out bins, separating each little branch just perfectly on the tree, and vacuuming up the mess (babies take naps, right?!). So, this weekend I decorated for the holidays!

This year looked a little different from previous years. For one, I always waited for the weekend that Eric worked so I could blast Christmas music and make all of the messes and piles I needed. Then, he'd show up from a long day's work to a happy little decorated home. Well, Eric's new job means he doesn't work weekends - YAY! And, it's a good thing, too! He had to help drag out the bins. He also had to pick things up as I dropped them. (This statement sounds simple enough, but lately I drop merely everything I pick up). He also had to bend over to plug in the lights, Once again, poor Eric. I also took lots of breaks. After I decided the tree was just perfect, I poured myself a gigantic glass of chocolate milk and plopped on my favorite spot on the couch. Messy decorations, tree trimmings, and strings of lights were strewn all over my floor...yet I could still plop on the couch and smile. That's never happened before.

Now that Eric spends more nights and weekends home with me, he's learning to enjoy Christmas music as well --- big bonus points for the dad-to-be! I was changing laundry out in the midst of all of the decorating and I heard him singing "Merry Christmas to SUE"...our dog. That's right --- he sang the song to our little Maggie Sue. How adorable! I feel sorry for you, baby Krieger, as your daddy can't carry a tune in a bucket. But, I have a feeling he'll be singing to you!

It also seemed strange that this little apartment that we have called home for almost two years now...will no longer be ours. Next Christmas, we'll be hanging lights on the outside of our new house, decorating the tree in front of a gorgeous window, and will be chasing around an almost one-year-old! Crazy.

After a few hours of Eric screaming through the awful Iowa vs. Northwestern game, blaring Christmas music, and decorating...our little place is ready for the holidays...





...and there are three stockings hanging above the fireplace this year!

Home Sweet Home....we'll sort of!

So...the house we're building is literally steps away from my school - bonus points! Each day after I leave, I take a short detour to see the progress. Thursday, I noticed little stakes out detailing our house structure for them to dig. I figured out which direction our oversized garage will face, and I even noticed our address spray painted on the electrical unit that was just put in! HOW EXCITING! The plan is to get the foundation poured before the first big snow, so they can just keep working through the winter. Glad it's not me doing the building part -- or Eric for that matter.

We've finally finished the seemingly never-ending 'vendor list'. A 9-month-pregnant lady's worst nightmare. Decision after decision. Who ever looks at door handles? Or grout color? What about all of the choices and options for a washer and a dryer? It's been an interesting few weeks of choosing, changing our minds, and then finally making decisions. For one, I'm not good at choosing anything; I once scoured every store's shower curtain selection before choosing the one -- and I mean every store. So, to have to chose from trim color to which ceiling fan we'd like has been very difficult, but fun!

We're really excited to see the work-in-progress. We're hoping that our decorating sense will turn out to make a really nice looking house. If not, it's our dream anyway! I can't wait for those relaxing nights in our corner whirlpool tub...

It still feels like a dream...

Getting Closer...

37 Weeks...I look huge! Good thing I'm only up 8 pounds for the entire pregnancy. I'm hoping for a chunker of a baby...

Well, here we are 37 weeks pregnant. According to the doctor, 37 weeks is considered full-term. That means I could go into labor at any time. I know that might be wishful thinking, but I kind of have a feeling it will be sooner than November 29th...

Eric and I have enjoyed a couple of relaxing weekends lately. Actually, boredom set in BIG TIME on Sunday. I'm very ready to have a little squirmer to entertain us. On Friday and Saturday, we went on several walks around town together. Saturday night, we went on a true 'midnight stroll'. It was a freezing 40 degrees. We bundled up (me in Eric's gigantic winter coat; Eric in his new wool dress coat for work) and walked and talked. On Sunday, we sat. We watched t.v. We pondered for hours about what to do, what to make for dinner, and what to name our baby. I finally drug myself out of the house and went walking! I went to Kohl's, Walmart, and the mall. I picked up a few last essentials I decided baby had to have while in the hospital, and mostly did a lot of looking. Sunday made me very excited for real clothes. That's right...pants with buttons and zippers, shirts that aren't gigantically tent-like and stretchy, and high-heels.

After my boring Sunday, I decided it was time to scrub the outside of my fridge (as if it needed it), run around the house picking up and cleaning, and I even sterilized all of the bottles! Even though I plan to breastfeed, I'll have the bottles ready and waiting. After two trash runs outside, Eric finally stopped...stared...and asked "Are you alright?" You would think he'd be used to my crazy cleaning antics, but I think he's watching over my every move making sure I'm not soon-to-deliver his little baby boy.

I still feel pretty much like myself - minus the contractions I get several times an hour. Today I paced the gigantic halls of our school for any reason at all...just to keep moving. I even jumped up and down during a plate tectonics cheer. All in hopes of popping a baby out right then and there. What better science experiment than their teacher going into labor right in front of them?!

I'm feeling ready to pop. I feel like a Thanksgiving turkey that's overdone. I am anxious and ready to have this baby. I want to enjoy my maternity leave and spend time with family for the holidays. Come on, baby Krieger! Come on little man!

Dear Baby Krieger,

Well, we've reached the home stretch. It's November. Your due date is only a few short weeks away. Your dad and I are ready for your arrival any time now. I can't wait to whisper "Happy Birthday, Little Man".

It all started on March 23, 2010. I was on my way to go running and something just didn't feel right. Instead of heading to my gym, my car drove straight to the Walgreen's just across the street. I picked up a pack of three pregnancy tests...assuming I'd need more for the following months. I felt guilty for even thinking I'd already be pregnant; we just started trying. I thought, I'll take one without even telling Eric, and I'm sure it will be negative, and then I'll go run! Well, as soon as the little stick sat on the counter a plus sign appeared. It was right then and there that my life changed.

From that day forward I have dreamed about you. I tried to envision what your little toes would look like. I pondered what being pregnant was going to be like. Your dad calculated a family budget -- the next day after finding out we were pregnant. I worried about everything from juggling working full-time to breastfeeding. Here we are, nine months later, days from your arrival to our world. Absolutely surreal.

Maybe that's why I'm still up at 1 a.m., despite having a week filled with meetings, dinner dates, and parent-teacher conferences.

I have prepared every tiny detail just waiting for you to join us in our life. I've had wonderful showers, amazing baby store shopping sprees, and laundry-filled weekends. I packed my hospital bag months ago...with out any clue to what I would truly need in order to have a successful delivery at the hospital. And, your daddy and I have scoured the baby names book for hints, ideas, and off-the-wall names for months now. Even tonight. We've finally decided on your name.

I can't wait to see your screaming, crying face as you enter our crazy world. I can't wait to read the numbers on the scale they set your naked little body in. I can't wait to change your first diaper --- regardless of what it is I find. I can't wait to sign your birth certificate -- where my name will go under 'mother'. I can't wait to hold you against my chest for the first time and call you mine.

I'm proud to be your mommy already Baby K. You've helped me through a complication-free pregnancy; one of the biggest learning experiences of my life. You have wriggled, squirmed, and kicked me through some really long days. You've helped me to stop and appreciate the little things in life.

I'm ready, little man. We're ready.

Love you,
Mom

36 Weeks!

That means there's a really big bun in the oven :)

How far along: 9 MONTHS PREGNANT! AHH!!!!

Food cravings/aversions this week: FOOD. FOOD. FOOD. Not really, actually. My stomach is so squished by this monster of a baby that I can't really eat much right now. It seems strange that hugely pregnant, I eat less?! I would have NEVER guessed that from me. I'm a huge eater normally, and I'm really not much into eating lately. Cravings, however...hmmm. I've drank an entire jug of chocolate milk. I even sent Eric to the gas station at 11 p.m. on a chocolate milk hunt. The other day I stopped by Mickey D's for breakfast, and left with a chocolate milk jug and a Hi-C Orange. No food, just two random drinks. I guess I'd say I'm thirsty?

Changes/feelings: I feel huge. I feel pregnant. I feel ready to have a baby. Last weekend, Eric and I were on our Sunday House Hunt, and I started to have real contractions. The kind that take your breath away, do not go away when you move or walk, and I even started to cry! I was SO not ready for an October baby. It was a great wake-up call for both of us...this baby may be here sooner than we think. Eric's response was sheer panic: "Are you okay? Do we need to go to the hospital? What's happening?! What can I do to help? Do we need to stop home first? What's going on?!" Eventually I screamed - "STOP TALKING!" Then, suddenly the contractions disappeared. Oh, Eric, how I feel for you the day the baby is born.

Memorable moment this week: I went to my 36 week appointment, and found out that I am dilated to 1 cm, and am 80% effaced! At first I thought...hmmmm....wonder what those two numbers mean?! Those silly OB docs use the strangest language. So, I rushed home, did my usual Google search, and found out I'm closer to labor than I thought! The doctor said "That doesn't mean you'll have your baby tomorrow, but that doesn't mean you won't, either!" and she also said "You're progressing nicely!" She seemed surprised. I, however, was secretly hoping that the contractions I've been having have done their job...and turns out they have! (For those of you who are lost when you read the words 'dilated' and 'effaced', dilated is far open your cervix is, and effaced is how thin it is -- the thinner the closer you are to delivery). So, baby Krieger will be here soon! I go back next week...if I make it that long! Come on, baby!

Least favorite moment this week: Riding on a party bus 9 months pregnant - big mistake! I was a bridesmaid in one of my best friend's wedding this weekend. The dress was comfy, the bride was fabulously calm, and the wedding was amazing! The only downfall...a bumpy, awful ride on a party bus bar hoping. I should have thought that one out and I would have driven along behind! I assigned anyone sitting across from me "baby catching duty" just in case...maybe it was the bus ride that helped dilate my cervix? My only comparison: you're floating in a pool, and a little kid does 100 cannon balls right next to you. That's what each bump, turn, wiggle, and hiccup felt like on the bus. AWFUL!

What I am looking forward to: BABY KRIEGER'S ARRIVAL! I can't believe it's almost here. I can't believe I'm 9 months pregnant. I can't believe I'm dilated. I can't believe it's NOVEMBER. I'm ready, little man.