Considering this baby could come out any minute now, I figured I should probably post about the pregnancy before I post about the actual birth.
This summer was pretty crazy and Jared and I were super busy, but apparently somehow we had time to make a baby (TMI).
If you count back 40 weeks from today, that would be just around the time we closed on our house, it is also one of Jared’s best friend’s birthday and my mom and dad’s wedding anniversary.
Fast forward 6 weeks… I got back from a Summer Camp and felt a little “different”. Jared and I had been trying to start our family for some time, so I decided to take a pregnancy test as soon as I got back from Camp.
On August 4th, (AKA also known as my baby cousin Malea’s birthday) Jared and I found out we were going to have a baby!! We were both really excited.
I was probably equally nervous as I was excited. But, the first thing Jared said after I told him was, “that’s the best news I’ve ever heard.” This guy was definitely made to be a dad.
Time went on and the next milestone was the end of the first trimester.
Throughout the first trimester I felt pretty good. I was trying to eat healthy but really just wanted carbs. Lots of baked potatoes! I didn’t get too much morning sickness but had a few rough nights here and there.
I actually think working on the house, exercising and just keeping my mind off it helped. But that was just with my specific situation, I know that doesn’t help everyone!
At 13 weeks, we had another ultrasound and baby boy was looking good.
Don’t mind the awkward background, and scraggly hair. I forced Jared to take this picture, while half asleep and still in bed.
We talked a lot about how we wanted to tell everyone and when we wanted to tell everyone. Originally, I was going to do the cutest holiday card. right after Thanksgiving.
Something like this…
Or something like this…
But of course, I failed miserably and didn’t even send out Christmas cards. Instead, I posted an awkward picture of me on Instagram at about 20 weeks and called it good. #momfail
Halfway through the pregnancy, and I had been feeling good. Physically my pregnancy has been pretty easy, but emotionally, I’ve been kind of a nut job. Sorry, babe. =/
This was around 30 weeks in Malibu after we spent the weekend with Jared’s best friend Zac.
And, this one is 3 days later. Not quite as happy.
That was probably the worst part of my pregnancy.
First, I fell while running. And second, I was by myself, without my cell phone, a mile and a half from home. Talk about PTSD.
As soon as I got home, I texted my doctor (she just happens to be a close friend). She was going into surgery but just said. Call Labor and Delivery, go in and be monitored, have to miss work.
Of course I went. I tried not to freak out, but got pretty anxious when they made me stay longer because baby had a random deceleration in his heart beat.
After a few tears, pitty from the nurses, and dinner from a good friend, I went home, slept in my own bed and made it to work the next day.
I tried working out again a couple weeks later, but never really got quite back into it after that.
I did however enjoy sitting on the beach and taking a few pictues with the hubsand around Valentine’s day.
Here’s a little Pre- baby shower selfie at 35.5 weeks
I had to stop running around 35 weeks because I started getting PGP.
So, instead I tried walking a bit here and there, and a little prenantal yoga, but it all kind of bored me.
2 weeks left to go! This was after one of those super eventful long walks.
And, for the best picture of all. The car selfie.
He is offically fully baked! 40 weeks, and ready to rock and roll.
Doesn’t he know that it’s rude to show up late?!