Another post from bed. This time, Steve isn't snoring.
Bits and pieces of lately...
Last Monday, Steve and I celebrated four years as The Marinos.
I just went back and read my "anniversary post" from last year and cried. (Big surprise there.)
I remember staying up super late to write those words. I remember the strength I gained after writing that entry. I remember Steve kissing me after he read it. And I remember thinking, "I wonder what next year's anniversary post will look like."
So much has changed. And so much has remained the same.
"We made it." I repeated those three little words throughout last year's post.
And tonight, I can say with complete elation, yet again...
We made it.
And though this post hasn't been fully written yet, and photos have yet to be added,
I already know I'm lovin' the look of it.
Four years as Mr. and Mrs. fell the day after our shower.
We were a mix of exhausted and high on happy.
Steve went to work. I hung around the house, nesting and napping. And when Steve came home, we decided to head out and see where the night took us.
We stopped at Babies R Us to pick up a few things for baby girl. Steve's like a kid in a candy store whenever we take a trip there. He's all - "Should we get one of these? Let's get this! We'll need it eventually, anyway. Wait, why can't we get it in pink?!" It really is cute, but I love to give him a hard time. Mr. was a turd and parked in the expectant mothers parking spot. His 33-and-a-half-week pregnant wife still has yet to take advantage of those spots. Yep, he's a turd.
I had to take a photo.
Afterwards, we stopped to pick up a very special piece we had framed for the nursery.
It was almost 9 o'clock. It was raining. We were starving. And both of us had no idea where to grab dinner. Steve suggested Mexican food. And I turned it down. This never happens. I don't know what was going on with me that night. I could so go for a pound of guacamole on top of five pounds of mole enchiladas right now.
A minute later, Steve's eyes lit up, as he suggested we go to one of our old stomping grounds - a bar/restaurant that we used to practically live at when we first met. Kinda like Cheers...where everybody knows your name. And you're always glad you came.
(Great, now I'm going to have that song in my head.)
It'd been so long. We just had to go. I loved his idea.
We walked in and slid right into one of their old wooden booths. Ordered our favorites - grilled chicken salad, chicken cheesesteak nachos and wings. And a water for me and a long island (for old times' sake) for Steve.
Somehow, it was one of the most romantic dinners we've had in a long time.
But I guess it's not that crazy. We were reminiscing. We were talking to our old friends who we hadn't seen in forever. We were at a place that held so many memories. And there we were. Feeling old (in the best of ways).
When our bill came, the total said "$0" and "Happy Anniversary!" - so sweet!!
Steve couldn't stop talking about how everything was hitting him. He told me I was right...when I said that the shower would hit him in a way he wouldn't be able to understand until it happened - and that it would make everything that much more real. We sat, playing over the day prior...the past year...the past years...
And choked up with tears, he looked at me and softly said four sweet words.
"I'm just so excited."
We didn't exchange anniversary cards this year. But those four words
were more than enough.
We continued the celebrating later that week with a breastfeeding class. Nothing says "Celebrate!"
like boobs! Dads were strongly encouraged to attend. Luckily, Steve didn't need any coaxing. He was all for the class. Taking notes. Telling me I wasn't holding the "baby" right. Raising his hand and participating. We were told to bring a lifelike doll with us. I almost called up Kelly to borrow one of Addison or Chloe's dolls. I contemplated bringing my cute, but very busted up 30 year-old Cabbage Patch doll. But last minute, decided it'd be a better idea to made a mad dash into Target, during a torrential downpour for a baby doll.
She was my typa' baby - lots of necklaces, a headband, and um, I think she has makeup on too!
Our teacher was hilarious. H.i.l.a.r.i.o.u.s. And smart. She knew her boobs - a lactation consultant.
She wasn't shy, that's for sure. It was refreshing.
She taught us the best breastfeeding positions like, "the football" and "the boobie sandwich!"
She told all us mamas not to fear if we were feeling insecure about our boobs not being adequate enough to breastfeed. And that if we had any doubt, to go home and stick our bare boobs in the freezer and see what happens. Awesome. But no, mine stayed outta the freezer. :)
A couple weekends ago, when my friends threw me that fabulous surprise, Jessica and I had plans to go to one of our favorite spots (or so I thought). Since then, Jessica and I have been craving a girls' lunch at that awesome diner. We made it happen last Thursday. And for once, didn't make the poor waitress wait 837 minutes for us to order. We knew what we wanted two weeks ago.
It was freezing and super windy that day. We decided tea and the cupcakes we picked up before heading back here were the perfect way to end our day.
We also decided that this photo was better than our "normal" one.
Thursday night, we had a doctor's appointment.
*Baby girl measured 32 weeks at 32 weeks/4 days - my doctor said, "Perfect! Not too big, not too small."
*Baby girl was putting on a show for us and kicking my left side like crazy.
*Weight gain - 21 and a half pounds
*Next appointment is in a couple weeks.
Friday, Kim and I had an almost sleepover. Steve went down the street to hang with her husband. And we hung here. And ate. And talked and talked, in between getting sucking into very odd and twisted LMN movies. The
night morning ended around 2.
Saturday, Steve installed the carseat. Talk about getting hit hard...
Looking in the rearview mirror, seeing that tiny seat and baby mirror - totally awesome and just crazy!
Yes, you know I got teary again. Steve kept making his "meh-ya sound" - what he does when he thinks something is cute. And I think he likes the mirror more than baby girl will. He just loves that it came with a remote control...Boys and their toys.
I asked him if we could cart Muffin around for the time being. He declined.
Superbowl Sunday at Doug and Vanessa's...
I'm not sure what team baby girl was rooting for, but she was going buckwild during the game.
Monday, Kelly introduced me to a funky new spot for breakfast.
I loved it. They served our coffee in Valentine-y mugs.
And their eggwhite omelets were awesome. Looking forward to adding this to our mix.
Handsome lil' conductor, Daxon <3
I broke out the baby hangers and
a bunch of $1 ribbon
and went to work. The nesting continues...
How could I say no to the polite and adorable girl scout on my way out of the grocery store?!
Um, caramel deLites have too much delight in them.
There are no mas.
I went downstairs last night to take my vitamin, turned around, and saw this...
He. Is. Nuts.
And I love him.
Sending much thanks...
My sweet friend, Julie, sent these bright and beautiful hand sewn burp clothes for baby girl. We met almost two years ago on Babycenter and have kept in touch ever since. She's one strong woman and I'm so thankful to know her.
I went to get the mail tonight to find a package for me with a return address I wasn't familiar with. I opened it and read the touching letter enclosed to find that it was from JP - I met her last year through blogging and have enjoyed reading her heartfelt stories.
Turns out, she got my address from a mutual friend.
Pretty books and itsy-bitsy baby socks - what a wonderful combination and sweet surprise.
Thank you, Julie and JP. Your both brightened my days.
I'm grateful each day to know women like you.
33 week bump shots
Hope your week has been fabulous. <3
Lots of Lovin',