Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Week 15 Update

How Far Along: 15 Weeks today!

Size of Baby: An orange

Gender: We are only about a month away from finding out. I don't do baby gender neutral crap, so we will definitely be finding out. My brother and sisters are very much Team Whatever Gender They Are. It's fun to listen to them. I go back and forth on what I'd like to have first. I'll just be happy with a happy and healthy baby come 25 weeks from now.

Names: Ha! Hahahahahahah. Well, where do I start with this? As far as our boy, we're pretty much settled on a name and have been for some time now. It's everything that we want in a name for a boy - a strong name that easily transitions to a nickname with family background and even a historical reference. But our girl name is very much up in the air. It's not that we don't think about it or talk about it, we just haven't found the one name that we just love that would fit all the criterion we have.

One thing we do know is that we aren't telling the name until we introduce the little dude or dudette to everyone at the hospital.

Weight Gain: For long time readers, you know that I spent the better part of two years losing 70 pounds through Weight Watchers. I was headed toward my last loss and then I got pregnant. And I also started studying for the bar. Hello stress eating and not really having anything that sounds good in small town America! I also didn't exercise when I was studying during the bar because I couldn't justify the time lost, even though looking back now, I should have taken the time for myself. When I don't work out, I gain weight. So I'm up. I know that this is going to be one of the hardest things for me during pregnancy.

Thankfully, we are out of our ghetto-crummy-ass apartment that some day I'll tell the story about soon. We will be in a much safer, cleaner, and nicer area and I'll be able to hit the gym daily for a good power walk. I don't think I'll be running because my back is really out of whack right now and I've known runners that have been out due to a back problem for awhile and I'd rather re-train this fall once my baby is here with my Bob stroller. But eating healthy, having a routine, and going for my daily walk like a boss will get me back on the right track, I'm sure.

Maternity Clothes: I'm up a bra size already. I don't really know if that counts, but my weight gain has mainly been to my boobs. I'm also in some older jeans of mine with a rubber band but that's only because I hate being restricted right now. If I could live in pj pants and a t-shirt with no bra and it be socially acceptable in the real world and not just at Wal-Mart, I'd seriously consider it at this point. I'm not huge by any means, things are just uncomfortable.

Nursery: Like I said, I don't do gender neutral and so I'm proving to be very picky. I have a very specific vision in mind and it doesn't include green or brown or animals. When I have a gender, I feel like things will come together.

Movement: I haven't had any movement yet, but our little gummy bear was moving like crazy on our ultrasound a month ago and he or she has a very fast heart rate. We shall see!

Symptoms:  I was really nauseous up until about the week after the bar. I'm still really super tired too. I also have a freak for a nose currently and for awhile, my brother, husband, and dad couldn't wear cologne because it made me so woozy. I've figured out that as long as I eat regularly, I don't get sick. I've also been a serious bloater. I honestly, think half of my weight is water weight. The other half is in my boobs which are huge. And I've pretty much had all the symptoms. I'm a hot hormonal mess.

Sleep: I am not sleeping well. I toss and turn all night. Get up to pee and usually give up around 7:30/8am. I also get a nap in every day that's pretty good sleep, but still, I'd give anything to sleep well and hard one night before this kid gets here.

Cravings: There hasn't been any consistency to what I've craved, but when we were in Florida a few weeks ago, we hit up one of those fro-yo places and the tart flavor tasted like everything I'd been trying to find for weeks wrapped up in a bowl of heaven.

What I miss: Alcohol and not feeling like a whack job. I'm pretty in control person so having my hormones all over the place is NOT fun for me. I am sure I'm not fun to a lot of people around me either, but I hate that I don't feel like myself. Also, just for clarification purposes, I'm not a huge drinker, but there have been some occasions when I've missed out on not participating...like law school graduation, National Margarita Day, and the night after the bar was finished. Oh well, I can always celebrate in a few months!

Best Moment of the Week: Hearing the heartbeat last week. It was really cool to hear that there really is someone in there. I know I have all the symptoms and signs, but confirmation that cannot be denied is also a really amazing thing.

Looking forward to: Our new apartment and getting settled into a routine.

Monday, March 24, 2014

How We Told Our Family and the Due Date!

So when I last left off in the story of how we found out we were having a baby, my husband had just declared that he worked.... He's real eloquent in times of important moments. What can I say? ;)


That weekend, my cousin was having her baby shower and my mom and sister were making a blanket for the car seat. Apparently, it has velcro so the blanket doesn't slide. I don't know. What I do know is that I am clueless in the realm of baby-dom. Put me in a court room or ask me about pop culture or the American government and I'm your girl. But babies? I'm a fish out of water that is flopping hard because I'm so lost.


(Apparently, tonight I'm easily sidetracked.)

(You've been warned.)

So after we took the test, I walked out front kind of out of it. When I POAS (that's peed on a stick for those of you not hip with the fertility lingo) it turned as soon as it possibly could. I couldn't believe it. I mean I had a hunch, but seriously, I guess part of me really doubted the whole birds and bees thing really happening.

But it did. And I was pregnant.

I walked out front and like I said, my mom and sister were making a blanket for the car seat. I'd told my mom and sisters that we weren't preventing anymore so when my mom said, "I hope you have a girl because girls have more options." It had become pretty common conversation. They've made no bones about being Team Pink. Meanwhile, Brandon and my brother are hardcore into Team Blue.

But what my mom didn't know is that I had just made her daydream a potential reality. I started laughing and I probably laughed a little harder than I should have. Like I said, I was slightly in shock and excited and so I was out of it. She looked at me and I had a big Cheshire cat grin on my face. And she said, "What's so funny?...ARE YOU PREGNANT?!?! SHUT. UP. NO WAY!! ARE YOU SERIOUS???"

So I showed her that I was. And then my sisters started freaking out. It was pretty comical.

My brother walked into the room and we got quiet. He said, "Really? Y'all are waiving around a urine stick and mom and Jessi and Loren are freaking out. It's not that hard to figure out."

The men in my family, I tell ya. ELOQUENT.

He then said, "Congrats sis. I'm really excited."

And he's 17, so basically that chill statement is the equivalent of his twin sister's "WELL SHUT MY MOUTH!!"

My dad had been outside and came inside. He could tell something was up. So I showed him...
and he looked at the test,
and looked back at me,
and then looked at the test again,
and then looked at me again,
and then looked at the test again,
and then looked at me again.

And finally, he said, "Congratulations sister. I'm so excited for you."

Which side story: My mom told me that a week later they were laying in bed and said out of nowhere, "It's pretty cool." She asked him what he was talking about and he said, "...that we're going to be grandparents. It's gonna be fun to have a little one around again."

I don't typically talk about Brandon's family on here because he's a lot more private than I am. But I feel like this is kind of one of those times for an exception to the rule. Brandon called his mom the next day since it was late the night before and told her. Her response was that she already knew based on a "mother's intuition." And then Brandon called his brothers as soon as he could. All three of them have very busy schedules so it's always hard to get a hold of them right away. So it took a little bit, but both brothers were very excited! And he finally got a hold of his dad and he said, he'd heard from one of his brothers.

(Inside story: Brandon's family all live extremely close to one another, but they never know what one another is doing just because of their schedules. So it's kind of a running joke that no one talks to one another even though they live a stone's throw away from each other.)

Brandon had originally called his dad first because his dad says he's always the last to know. But he didn't answer. So he still wound up being the last to know despite Brandon's best efforts.

Either way, Papa and Mimi are very excited for another grandbaby. My parents are super excited as well. I had to spill the beans earlier than I wanted to "the public" because my mom kept telling people.

We are due September 16th which is in between my birthday, my in-laws and my sister and brother's birthdays. If this kid gets his or her own birthday, it'll be a miracle.

And I know that people say it'd be the best present ever to have a baby as a present for their birthday BLAH BLAH BLAH, well I'm not that girl. So I'll be super active, but come my birthday this year, I plan to take the day and do absolutely nothing all day. I won't be encouraging birth to be happening other than the celebration of my own.

So that's how we told our families. I will be doing weekly updates as of tomorrow and I've also got some funny family stories as well.

Happy Monday!

Monday, March 17, 2014

Monday Mumblings...

I mumble on Mondays. It's a thing. You get used to it.

  • Finding the baby bedding of my dreams that is reasonable and cute just might be the death of me. 
  • My brother and I watched Blackfish today. It makes me absolutely sick for the animals and devastated for the trainers that work there. If you haven't watched it, you should. I'm not a PETA person by any means, but I certainly am looking for a "Save the Whales" shirt. 
  • There's a Chipotle in Bentonville. Amen.
  • My brother's feet reek. It's a stink that would peal the hardest wallpaper to remove from walls. 
  • I'm sitting next to my brother as I type this.
  • The fact that there are kids who don't remember Bill Clinton's presidency blows my mind.
  • I feel like the ball gets dropped when it comes to making good Superman movies. We have excellent Batman, X-Men, and Marvel movies, why can't they get Superman right?
  • We heard our baby's heartbeat this morning. That sound is just so special and something that will never get old. 
Happy St. Paddy's Day!! 

Friday, March 14, 2014

About the B Word...

It's no secret that I went to law school. And if you know me in real life, it's also no secret that I have a slight potty mouth.

BUT. There is one word that I don't like or say (unless I'm repeating a conversation I've heard.)

(You can thank that qualifying statement to law school.)

And it's exactly the word you're thinking about: B****

The times I've heard that word used are never in a kind manner (obviously) and typically towards a female.

If you're up with the latest news cycle, Sheryl Sandberg from Facebook, Beyonce, and the Girl Scouts are making quite the buzz with a movement known as the Ban Bossy movement.

I've spent the morning reading all manner of articles for and against this movement. Not surprisingly, most anti-ban bossy movement articles are written by men.

And here's why that is frustrating for me. Until a man physically becomes a woman, he cannot be in her shoes.

Like I mentioned above, I went to law school. After law school comes the part where I'm actually a practicing attorney. And the legal world is still one of those places where there are men who think women have no business being there.

And do you know how I know that is? Because I've been called bossy and the other ugly word on occasion in law school and also when practicing.

Before I went to law school, I worked in a legal setting. One of the lessons I learned was that female attorneys have to walk a fine line between being a lady and being assertive. The reason they have to be that way is because there are still old men and some young men who think we don't belong. And if we aren't assertive on occasion, those men I just talked about will use it as an opportunity to walk all over me and other female attorneys I've had the privilege of observing in action.

When I and other female attorneys were called bossy, it was NOT meant as a compliment. It was meant as a nice way of calling us the ugly word. Plain and simple. Put the same words we said in our mouths from a man and he would have been a zealous advocate.

Have I seen bossy people before in action? Yes. But I don't call them bossy. I call them abrasive, demeaning, condescending, and/or rude. Because that is what being bossy is in the literal sense of the word.

Being bossy is not having a plan and executing it.
Being bossy is not being assertive on behalf of a client.

Banning bossy is about not using certain words towards women only.

Rant. Over.


Happy Friday!

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Dear Kid

You're new around these parts the proverbial "they" call Earth. Currently you reside in my tummy. The last time your daddy and I saw you on an ultrasound, you were moving like crazy and the doctor said you looked like a little gummy bear. I have kind of thought of you the same ever since.

So my little gummy bear, here are a few things you could stand to know your old momma before you get here to the great big wide world.

1. Your mommy - and daddy!- loves you so very much. I know that some day you'll be big and think, "EVERY mommy - and daddy! - says that." But kid, it's so true.

2. Speaking of your daddy, he's awesome. Whether you're a boy or a girl, your daddy is equipped for both situations. He already thinks you hung the moon and you'll know it for as long as you live. He's also really tall. Like a foot taller than your momma. And hopefully, you get some of that "tall-ness." While I've been busy thinking about all the important things we'll need for when you first get here like diapers, wipes, onesies, the nose booger sucker thing, and blankets, your daddy has been planning on what size Nerf guns y'all will need. Apparently, you're going to come out a crack Nerf-gun shot. And if not, well, at least, you know your daddy is going to be lots of fun.

3. I am sure that you'll think at some point that I have life and all the answers figured out. Of course, the day will come when you think otherwise. This period is known as the teenage years. But for the part that you think I know it all, here's my dirty little secret: I don't. When I was 17, I thought I wanted to go to college, then law school, then look for a dude and then eventually have some babies. And well, all of that including you my first baby, but it happened in nothing like the way I imagined it. I went to college. Met your daddy. Finished college. Married your daddy a week later. Worked for a little bit. Then moved cross-country with your daddy to Michigan for law school. And then we found out about you shortly after I was finished with law school. The good news is that even though I don't have it all figured out, I do have a good history of thinking on my feet and figuring things out as I go. So while I don't have it all figured out, I promise to be on top of things as they come our way whether they happen as planned or not.

4. I jam out in the car to all kinds of music. Some day you'll hear it in my belly. And then years from now, you'll be embarrassed to ride in the car with me. I've got news for ya kid, your daddy has been embarrassed by yours truly for a LOT longer than you. So I guess y'all can have a club with memberships and everything, because I doubt I stop anytime soon.

5. You can be and do anything you want to do if you put your mind to it. You'll have to work hard. I know that you're going to grow up in a world that says everybody is a winner, but I'm here to tell you that's not how things work. There is a winner and a loser. You won't win all the time. I know this might sound a bit harsh to some reading this post, but I don't think I'll be doing you any credit as your momma to let you live in "La-La" land. You are going to do something special in this world, but it won't happen without a lot of hard work.

6. You are Sooner born and Sooner bred and when you die, you'll be Sooner dead. Also, Texas sucks.

7. Your grandparents are awesome, but the real fun will happen with all of your aunts and uncles. I can speak to this for both your daddy and I because they were our best friends growing up. And they are our best friends to this day. If there is ever a time where you need to talk to someone that isn't momma or daddy, your momma's sisters and brother and daddy's brothers will be a listening ear and steer you in the direction you're looking for.

8. Summer is one of the best parts of the whole year. But the best part of the year is football season which is why you're due then!

9. A good cheeseburger and Mexican food will never get old. Neither does good music, movies, and classic cars.

10. Outside of your daddy and me, there is only one other someone who loves you more and that's Jesus. He'll be your comfort and ever present help, your Savior, he's your Creator and Lord. He'll guide you much better than your daddy and I ever could. Remember to always lean on him.

There are so many other things I think you need to know, but this is a good start. I promise life with me and your daddy will be lots of fun, but most of all I promise that we'll love you forever and ever.

See you soon.


Wednesday, March 5, 2014

That time we found out we were having a baby...

Brandon and I talked about kids for a year. Of course, we've talked occasionally here and there, but it was mostly a "We're not all that ready for kids...still" conversation. Mostly, because I knew that I didn't want to be in law school while pregnant. But also, we really just wanted to take the time to enjoy one another.

 The conversation began to shift last winter after we came back from Christmas in Oklahoma. We knew that we needed to start talking about a "plan" as best we could. We knew what was ahead of us for the year at least we did school wise, but we didn't quite know where we would be.

 In June, Brandon got his job back in Arkansas and it was almost felt like the dam broke with regards to the baby conversation. Mostly, because we knew we would be close to family again. I think part of the reason why we didn't talk about it as often was because we thought for awhile that we'd be far away from our family and that was a hard thought to process. So when that was no longer a worry, we started to let ourselves entertain the idea of being a mommy and daddy.

Last fall, I had a really good opportunity to see what it would look like for me as a practicing attorney. And it's just as I expected, a lot of work that I really love doing, is what I am facing. I also realized that I'm not super crazy about a long commute anymore. I also had great really supervising attorneys that were serious badasses in the courtroom and the best mommas too. So I started asking them questions about timing. I know that might sound crass to some, but for my world, it's just a conversation that comes with the territory. Taking maternity leave is harder in some ways for attorneys because the work and cases don't stop. There are court dates that cannot be pushed and so typically another attorney has to step in and help another attorney. Life goes on is what I'm essentially saying.

At the same time, we had some very dear friends that were at the height of their infertility struggle. We both knew of people that had struggled with infertility, but we also had never known someone really close to us. We were heartbroken for them and talked about it often. So we decided that around Thanksgiving we would just see what would happen. We went into it with the attitude that if something happened, great, but if not, we'd be okay. I had the bar coming up and knew I'd probably not be in the best conditions stress wise because I'd be worried about the bar. My period came in December and I was disappointed a bit, but it was also the first time I'd let myself think we could get pregnant. Thankfully, I didn't have a lot of time to think on it because we were moving and also the holiday season was quickly approaching.

If you've read this far, this is where you read how we found out that we were pregnant. I know that some day

We went to Tulsa for our anniversary, had dinner, went to see American Hustle and stayed at a hotel. It was a fun little getaway. We had time to talk about our goals for the next year and it was fun to just be us again. Two days later it was Christmas and we enjoyed spending time with our families. We celebrated the New Year and it was time to start studying for the bar. Two weeks into studying I was supposed to get my period and didn't. I was late. And I'm never late. I haven't been on birth control for over three years and one of the reasons that I lost weight like I did was that my period was starting to stretch out which I knew was NOT a good thing. It was one of my turning points for me.

I told my husband and the committee (Jess and Jessika) that I was two days late, and went back to studying. I tried desperately not to think about it, but like I said, I'm never late.  By the way, I was late when I wrote the post about staying with my parents while Brandon was out of town on business. If that gives you some time frame. Four days later, I started to really wig a little bit. Brandon was coming to my parents that weekend so I told him that he should pick up a test on the way here because if we bought a test in my hometown it would be front page news before I could pee on the stick. And since we hadn't told anyone that we weren't exactly preventing things other than our parents, we were trying to fly under the radar. I hadn't told my mom that I was late either so we were really trying to pull a fast one by me taking the test in my parents house. He wasn't going to be at my parents until late day number six. On day five I woke up feeling weird. Not sick or nauseous, just weird. By day six, my boobs felt a little sore, but not anything unusual. I normally get sore when I start my period. So I talked myself out of it. By the time Brandon got there on Thursday night, I was a hot mess because I was so wound up. He got to the house and I felt like I was on a secret mission trying to get into the bathroom without making a big deal out of it.

So, I peed on a stick, sat it down and I looked back and it showed the plus sign immediately. We didn't have to wait for the two minutes. I walked into our bedroom at my parents house and told Brandon that I was pregnant and he said, "Well, I guess I work." It's a total Brandon statement and I totally cracked up.

I'll tell you how we told our parents tomorrow.

But for now, we were excited and scared at the same time. We didn't expect it to happen as quickly as it did, but we were very happy too.

So I guess I'll see you tomorrow!

Happy Hump Day!
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Hi y'all! The name's Samantha. You can call me Sam if you like. I am a lover to a boy I met at Falls Creek in the summer of 2005, that is a student of Jesus, a Sooner born and Sooner bred and when I die I'll be Sooner dead, Democrat by party, blonde to the core, and oldies but goodies kind of girl.
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