22 weeks pregnant and I can feel the "nesting bug" start to bite. I made my first purchase (besides maternity clothes) towards motherhood. A diaper bag! Tanner let me splurge and get a Petunia Pickle Bottom one! He said it has to last me throughout all the kids. I am sure that it will. It is really nice. Since that purchase I find myself getting more excited than I have before at buying stuff for little Hazel. I am holding off until the baby shower but that doesn't stop me from looking and picking out the things that I like. This week, I have been trying to decide on nursery colors and I think I finally have them. (Thanks to Pinterest)
I had a little bit of a dilemma because my parents will let us use a changing table/dresser of theirs but they wont let us paint it..... and its bright yellow, not a color I had originally wanted in the palette. As I searched through Pinterest most of the nurseries I found all had matching furniture, which is great but not for us because we are on a budget and cant get everything new and matching. I did however find a couple nurseries that were mismatching and that I love! I draw my inspiration from them.
I love the simplicity of this nursery and decided to take my color palette from it. Plus it allows to use the bright yellow changing dresser and for the room to not look tacky.
As far as pregnancy goes, I am on the up and up. I feel A LOT better than the first trimester but it would be nice if I could stop throwing up every other day or so. My symptoms include: sciatic nerve pain, nausea, trouble sleeping (trying to get used to not sleeping on my back), heartburn, fatigue. The usual.
I am starting to show! I am excited to have a little bump that people can tell is a baby and not just fat. My favorite thing in the world is feeling her kick and I tell you what, she is an active one already! She gets most active right after I eat. I love knowing that she is doing well in there.
Pregnancy isn't anything like the cutesy blogs make it out to be. I know everyone has a different experience and I will attest to that. I have been pretty darn sick but I have had to keep my job in order to keep insurance which has made my pregnancy quite rough. I am grateful to keep busy but getting up at 6:30am every morning with morning sickness ... not ideal. I have not gotten to a point that I am grateful for the nausea because it means I am still pregnant and that little Hazel is growing strong. Also, whenever I pictured myself pregnant I saw my normal body, maybe a little bit bigger breasts and the cutest little baby bump you ever did see. Of course in my mind I only gained the minimal amount of weight that you are supposed to gain (25 lbs) and I feel fantastic. Reality: I have already gained the minimal amount of weight and I am only halfway there .. Yikes. I stopped fitting in my pants at like 6 weeks because most of the weight I gained has been in my thighs and bum. I try to stay active, I walk for about 45 mins a day and every 2 or 3 days I do a good heart pumping workout. Healthy eating has not been easy for me with my busy schedule but I do my best. I have good days and bad days. I try not to worry about it but it is hard to push from my mind after I see the scale at the doctor's office. I know I just need to focus on health and not the number on the scale but it sure is hard. This is all new for me.
I am done venting now. Besides what I have said I struggle with I love being pregnant. It is amazing and so hard to comprehend that inside my belly another human is growing. Not just any human, a little girl that has half my genetic makeup and half Tanner's. She has ten fingers and toes and a tiny beating heart. She grows everyday and as hard as it is to visualize, she will soon be out of my tummy and in our ours. The whole concept blows my mind. I can't believe Tanner and I made a baby. I can't believe that it is her little legs and arms that I feel banging on my insides. I can't believe I will be a mom. It has been my life long goal and now it is happening. It is amazing and I can't wait.
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