100 Days Old!

Gabe will be 100 Days Old tomorrow! In the Korean culture, long ago, it was amazing that a baby made it to 100 days. We made photos of Gabe at Portrait Innovations on 6/13/10, which is his 99th day. When I made the appointment, the photographer was dreading that her last shoot was a 3 month old. However, after the shoot, she had a different opinion. She loved Gabe and said he was probably the easiest shoot of the day. There is one photo that she absolutely loved. She's going to try and print it out to put up in their gallery. We are so excited.

Almost 36 weeks

At my last appointment, I was measuring 2 weeks past what I should be. Uh-oh...either Gabe's just going to be a big baby or I'm eating too much. It's a hard call. Everybody that knows me knows how much I love to eat.

: )

I'm having weekly appointments now, so we'll see what my doctor says this Wednesday. She said I have to make it to 38 weeks before we make a call to do anything. I have exactly 12 weeks till the end of the school year the week that Gabe's due. If we have to induce, I'll have to go back to work for 2 weeks - that would stink. I'm hoping for a nice long break to spend time with our new bundle of joy. Only God knows what's best. It's between Him and Gabe.

Week 29

We had a wonderful Christmas. It went by fast, as usual. Gabe got a swing for a present. It came on Christmas Eve. I know he's not here yet, but I wanted him to have this swing. His room's not ready yet, but one day it will be...hopefully before he arrives. : )

Tim and I rode on the bike last Christmas and we wanted to start a new tradition. Unfortunately we weren't able to do it, because it actually snowed on Christmas Eve. Who would have thought...SNOW! Wow, unbelievable...but, this is Texas. The day before it was 66 degrees and the day after was in the 40s.

We did get to ride the following day. I would like to believe Gabe enjoyed himself. He wasn't asleep the entire time. I felt some kicking and moving taking place, but then again, it could be because we stopped to get some grub. Tim and I bundled up and rode about 40 miles total.

Welcome to biking Gabe!

Week 28, 5 Days

Well, I passed my 3 hour test. I took it during week 27. I didn't get a choice on what flavor drink I could have. I had to swallow the orange drink most people think of as nasty. To be honest, it still wasn't bad. I drank it just as fast as the fruit punch. Tim says I'll eat/drink anything, so you can't take my opinion on food.

We had our 4D sonogram today. We were both so excited to see our boy. I had something sweet to eat and drink before the appointment. I thought for sure Gabe would be active, since every time I've eaten oranges or sugary foods, he kicks up a storm. Nope, that boy was asleep and even yawned a few times. He must have been dreaming about something good, because there was a time when he was smirking. I even tried saying, "bacon", because it worked the last time : ), but still...nothing. Maybe it's a sign he'll sleep well for us when he's born. With having tile nearly throughout the house, voices carry, and the boys like to slam doors around the house.

Week 27

Last week, I failed my 1 hour glucose test. : (

It wasn't my fault. No one told me I couldn't eat. Gabe is so used to me eating/snacking on a certain schedule, that he wanted something before my appointment. How was I supposed to know a few mini cheese Ritz crackers was going to doom me? Don't judge...I've never been pregnant before. Besides, in my defense, one of my books, says for a 1 hour glucose test, I didn't have to fast.

The nurse called me the day after to tell me my numbers were exceeding the acceptable amount and that I needed to take the dreaded 3 hour glucose test. I was floored. After talking to other mothers around school, they all told me..."You can't eat before your appointment. Didn't they tell you?" Of course my response, "No." Like I said, I've never done this before. I was focused on keeping the nasty stuff down. On a side note: It wasn't that bad. I drank 5 oz. of fruit punch in less than a minute. The nurse told me I had 5 minutes to finish it, but I didn't need that much time. Tim said, "I see we're a little thirsty." I blame it on the crackers. ; )

The nurse told me I have to allot myself 4 hours to take a 3 hour glucose test. Naturally I panicked. I can't afford to take time away from school to do a 3 hour glucose test. I need all my days for maternity leave. She says I have to take this test at a LabCorp location. I can't take the test at the doctor's office. After I tell her my dilemma, she says some locations are opened on Saturday. My instructions were to watch my carbs and sugar intake for 3 days and not to eat/drink anything 8 hours prior to my glucose test. Most importantly, I didn't need to make an appointment, because I was in the LabCorp system. I get myself all ready for this past Saturday and make my way to a LabCorp location near the house. When I couldn't find the location, I called to ask about the test. Turns out, they don't do the 3 hour test on Saturday. I was so upset. I "dieted" for nothing. : (

25 Weeks & 2 Days, but whose counting... ; )

Well, after going to the doctor last Monday, Tim and I have learned more about the pregnant life. He does very well at remembering our newly taught material and I'm constantly telling him his brain is like a sponge. I've never met anyone to remember details like he does. We've learned about what a fundus is, as well as my fundul height, which is 25 cm. According to the nurse, we're rockin' like Elvis...ok, she really didn't say that, but I'm trying to make this more colorful than Clairee on Steel Magnolias. It makes for a more interesting read. She also measured Gabe's heartbeat on my right side...140 bpm. It's always exciting to hear your child's heartbeat. We never got to see my doctor that visit...well, we did for only a moment. She quickly departed because another patient was ready to pop like Orville Redenbacher.

Next week, I get to look forward to drinking that lovely thick, nasty stuff for my glucose test. I've been told between my 2 choices (orange and fruit punch) to go for the fruit punch. Let's hope I can keep it down. After all the stories I've heard about women up-chucking, keep your fingers crossed...

Last night, we witnessed Gabe's strength. My stomach looked like an alien was ready to burst out. It was great! When he first started kicking, punching, or head-butting, no one was looking. The whole family was watching Biggest Loser. I kept telling Tim to look, but every time he did, Gabe decided to stop. It was like going to the dealership with a problem and then your problem never rearing it's ugly head. I tried to film it on my phone, but he would never move. Austin sat next to me and watched, but nothing. He laid his hand on my stomach, but nothing. Tim told Austin to say, "bacon" (If you know Tim, you'll understand.), to get him to move. It worked! "See, that's my boy!" said Tim. After Biggest Loser finished, Tim finally saw how much Gabe was poking my gut out. Amazing!

Right before bed, I told Tim I ate an orange. I'm thinking the sugar made him more active and I said, "Gabe must really like oranges." Tim said, "...or he might not." and then the show began. He started moving like Gabe might have, making a "yucky face" and thrashing about. It was hilarious. If he would let me, I would love to make a video of it.

23 Weeks

Gabe will be 23 weeks old, in the womb, this Monday, November 9th. I can't believe how fast it's been. It was like yesterday when we found out we were having a boy. My belly is protruding more and more it seems. The boys have made sure to point out that I'm looking "fatter than ever". Thanks guys- not that I haven't noticed or anything. They've also discovered how tight my skin feels. It's like a drum, but not flat, sniff, sniff. I know it's all worth it. I'm in disbelief how much my skin has stretched and there is so much more he has to grow.

I've discovered how much I dislike allergies and how the intensity increases each year. Last year I thought I had the flu, come to find out it was only severe allergies. I thought I was dying. The doctor prescribed allergy meds and I was able to survive last year's wave. This year is a whole new can of worms. The only medication I've been on is Robitussin and cough drops. Let me tell you, I miss my antihistamine. It's no fun chasing the symptoms, instead of preventing them.

In the mean time, the joy I feel when Gabe kicks, helps me get through not being able to breathe or coughing uncontrollably. I often wonder what Gabe thinks when I go through my fits. You know how scientists say fish hear noises in water much loudly...I can only imagine what he's thinking.