April 6, 2012 by Heather
Things that happened this week:
- My belly felt (and still feels!) really heavy.
- I bought a few things for my hospital bag and have started a pile of what all I want to pack.
- We typed up a birth plan that we feel comfortable with.
- I barely exercised. Oops.
- The tiredness from the first trimester is back in full force it seems.
- My belly button is trying its hardest to pop out. It is quite funny looking.
- The blender broke, which means no more fruit smoothies for Heather.
- I cried a few times. Darn these hormones.
- I ate yogurt that had aspartame in it, which is a pregnancy no-no. I didn’t know it until I was 3/4 done. Oh well. I figure if the baby and I have made it this far together that a little artificial sweetener won’t hurt us too bad.
- I started this thing where I sweat before I even realize I’m hot. ??? How I love you, extra 35 pounds.
- I gave in to the waddle.
We are getting really super duper excited and maybe even a wee tad bit anxious about the baby coming. I mean, we’ve been excited the whole time, but now that the actual arrival is soon it brings it all to a whole ‘nutha level.
I have read that it is a good idea in this final month to put together a bunch of frozen dinners to have when you get home from the hospital. Things like crockpot stuff, unbaked casseroles, etc. And it seems like a really terrific idea, but I don’t want to do it for some reason. Actually I know the reason. I hate thawing stuff. It drives me nuts. I don’t even buy frozen chicken because I hate thawing it. Is it really that important? I mean, should I be compiling dinners for after the baby comes? I just don’t know. Help me.
I had this mighty realization this week that I am about to be the matriarch of our new little family. And do you know what one of the biggest roles of a new little family matriarch is? Starting traditions! Andrew is always telling me about things his own mother did when the three boys were growing up. Things like heart and lip shaped pancakes on Valentine’s Day, making beignets, watching trains come in at the station, eating something called a sugar butter sandwich. I want my own children to have such fond memories, things that when they are grown they look back on and remember. Things that, as they are still young and growing, they can look forward to each year.
Family traditions are usually centered around holidays and food, so I figured why not start with Easter? I remember my mom always made monkey bread in the shape of a cross on Easter Sunday for breakfast. It’s kind of funny to think about now, but man that stuff is so good. Since I don’t have a cross-shaped pan and probably never will, today I am making Hot Cross Buns, which are little cinnamon-spiced buns that have a white icing cross on top of them. The story goes that you are supposed to make these little buns on Good Friday, and that if you do, they will be good all year long. Also, if you give them as gifts to friends on Good Friday then you will be friends for life. Nothing super spiritual (actually not spiritual at all), but I figure a few years down the road when little dude is older that I can use the white icing cross to explain at least something worthwhile. And if not, we still have some yummy buns to eat.
Happy Weekend, and Happy Easter!
“But the angel said to the women, ‘Do not be afraid, for I know that you seek Jesus who was crucified. He is not here, for he has risen, just as he said.” Matthew 28:5-6