It is hard for me to believe, but I am officially now in my third trimester! In 12 more weeks my son will be here, and I feel like I am nowhere near ready for him, at least materials wise. I need his bassinet still, and a lot more clothes then I already have, plus the essentials like diapers and wipes. But I have to keep telling myself to just take it easy and that by the time he is here, everything he needs will be here too, and to just pace myself. I am just getting so excited, but more nervous as well. What has been keeping me up at night, besides the aching back and the baby dance party in my belly, is my thoughts of, "Oh my God, he has to come out!!!!" I have read so many baby books, and read up on labor and delivery, but I know when it actually comes time for me to go through it, everything I have read will go right out the window and I'll just do whatever I need to do to make sure he comes into the world safe and healthy.
Today was my 28 week prenatal visit and we had another growth ultrasound (pictures to be coming soon). He is at 2.6 pounds and the doctor says he is healthy and on schedule. We were able to try another shot at the 3D/4D ultrasound and we were able to get a little better picture of his face, but he wouldn't get into position so we could see his face straight on, and then he kept putting his hand and arm in his face. I can't believe how big he has gotten from the first ultrasound we had done at 8 weeks, and I can't believe he is going to have more room to grown when it seems so cramped in there already!!
The only trouble I had run into lately with the pregnancy is that my arthritis flared up twice in a week while I was at work, and I had to go home to rest. I told the Dr. and she wrote me a note for my manager stating that she wants me to work no more then 20 hours a week, instead of the 30+ I have been. She said she wants me to be able to get more rest, get my feet up more since I've been having some foot swelling, and says flares may be common because of my body working overtime these last three months, but she doesn't want to see me on bed rest because I work too much and don't get enough rest. I was actually wanting to take down my hours anyway because I am getting more tired easily, so this isn't upsetting to me. Other then that, though, my health is great, and from now I will be going to the Dr. every two weeks until my 9th month, when I go every week.
On another good note, Phil had an interview for a job today at my work and got the job!! I haven't really blogged about it, but he was laid off from his job at his school, and trying to find work has been hard, but they are starting to hire at my work after having a large hiring freeze, so he starts on Thursday. It will be nice working with him, we won't be working the same area, but we'll see each other a lot.
Well, I'll be uploading the newest ultrasound pics soon and will get those posted soon. Until then...I'll still be puffy and preggo! Hahahaha....
About Me
- Kimbo Central
- San Tan Valley, AZ, United States
- A wife and mommy to a beautiful three year old son, blogging about being a mommy, and taking care of my family.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
How I chose the name for my son
When telling people I am pregnant, or when they ask if I am having a boy or girl, the first thing I am always asked is, "What are you going to name him?". Seeing as John is a family name, I assume that most people, those who are in my family, must think I am naming my son after my Grandpa John, who passed away when I was 12. Truth is, my grandfather already has a namesake, my cousin. And as much as I love my grandpa, I felt that my son should have the namesake of someone who is very important and special in my life who does not have the honor of having someone named after him. It just so happens that this person also has the name of John.
John is my stepfather, and has taken on the role of father figure in my life when unfortunately, my real father just wasn't there. I am not trying to hurt my real father by saying this, but if he does read this, he knows this, and I have told him this. John and I have a very close relationship, he takes care of me when I need it, and I do the same for him in return. He has had a lot of medical issues in his life with my mom and I, and I have spent many a time in hospitals and at home making sure he is OK. He is a very kind and loving man, although to those who don't know him he seems very quiet and reserved. But he has a wonderful sense of humor and we make each other laugh all the time.
What I find most upsetting is that he has four children of his own, all of whom have removed themselves from his life, rebelling against having any sort of parental figures in their life, and wanting to do their own thing. He has grandchildren which he has only seen from pictures, and some new grandchildren he has never seen a picture of. He'll never say it, at least not to me, but I know that it hurts him that his children have acted the way they did when all he ever tried to do was give them love and discipline and show them how to be decent people in life, and it must hurt him to have grandchildren he has never met. I thought, what a better what to honor a man who has done so much for me, then to give my son his namesake, something his children have not done. Of course, John is a family name, on my mother's side, and it is nice that he will be able to have a family name, but when people ask me who my son is named after, I tell them he is named after my dad.
Phillip is my husband's name, and since this is our first child, and first son, I thought it fitting to give him my husband's name, even though he liked the name Michael for a middle name, which is his brother's name. And I think John Phillip Fry is very professional sounding, a name he can use when he becomes an attorney or doctor (a mother can dream..lol)
John is my stepfather, and has taken on the role of father figure in my life when unfortunately, my real father just wasn't there. I am not trying to hurt my real father by saying this, but if he does read this, he knows this, and I have told him this. John and I have a very close relationship, he takes care of me when I need it, and I do the same for him in return. He has had a lot of medical issues in his life with my mom and I, and I have spent many a time in hospitals and at home making sure he is OK. He is a very kind and loving man, although to those who don't know him he seems very quiet and reserved. But he has a wonderful sense of humor and we make each other laugh all the time.
What I find most upsetting is that he has four children of his own, all of whom have removed themselves from his life, rebelling against having any sort of parental figures in their life, and wanting to do their own thing. He has grandchildren which he has only seen from pictures, and some new grandchildren he has never seen a picture of. He'll never say it, at least not to me, but I know that it hurts him that his children have acted the way they did when all he ever tried to do was give them love and discipline and show them how to be decent people in life, and it must hurt him to have grandchildren he has never met. I thought, what a better what to honor a man who has done so much for me, then to give my son his namesake, something his children have not done. Of course, John is a family name, on my mother's side, and it is nice that he will be able to have a family name, but when people ask me who my son is named after, I tell them he is named after my dad.
Phillip is my husband's name, and since this is our first child, and first son, I thought it fitting to give him my husband's name, even though he liked the name Michael for a middle name, which is his brother's name. And I think John Phillip Fry is very professional sounding, a name he can use when he becomes an attorney or doctor (a mother can dream..lol)
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