Monday, August 18, 2014

What not to say to a pregnant woman...

I have been absolutely blown away by the comments that perfect strangers, family, and friends have said to me while pregnant.  I'm very funny about speaking to people I do not know, and I'm a bit of a "bubble" person (I like my personal space), so I have been mortified on occasion by the brazen comments and actions of people around me just because I am with child.  It's ironic to me that we do not make these kind of comments to overweight people--just preggos.  Why is that???  


Here is a list of some of the craziness that I have endured over the last 10ish months...

1.  "You having twins?  NO!?!  Well, at least you can hope he's healthy!" --Toothless Wonder at the flea market

2.  "So, how far along are you?  Like 8 months?" (only 7 months at the time--don't guess, people!) --Neighbor

3.  "Man, you're BIG!"  --Too many people to count

4.  "Mrs. Bozeman, your belly is getting BIG!" --Too many students to count

5.  "Your feet look swollen."

6.  "When are you DUE?" (said with BIG eyes looking you up and down) --Most any stranger I encounter

7.  "He's going to be like 10 pounds, isn't he?" --Appliance repair man

8.  "I was thinking, "WOW, that girl is huge!"...Then I realized it was my sister." (after randomly seeing my sis in Target)

9.  "You aren't going to go into labor right here in the store, are you?"  --Random Target worker on the same day I encountered my sister

10.  "Are you sure there isn't another one in there hiding behind the first baby?  Maybe a whole football team?" --A friend...I think :)

11.  "I know how pregnant girls don't like their bellies being rubbed, so I just have to do it!"  --A woman I DO NOT know in a restaurant who grabbed my arm as I walked by her table and feverishly started rubbing my belly


To say that I really have to suck up my pride before going out of the house these days is an understatement.  I can almost always tell it's coming...usually someone creepily checks me out for a bit before saying something.  However, if there is one thing to be said for going past your due date, I have my replies ready for them now.  I DARE you to ask me when I am due!!!  The poor guy at Kroger hanging his head out of the car window to watch me walk by got the first taste of it as I said loud enough for him to hear, "I CAN STARE TOO!!!"  Watch out world! :)


And here is my two cents on what SHOULD be said to a pregnant woman (regardless of how she is carrying):

1.  "You really have only gotten bigger in your belly.  You look just the same everywhere else to me."  --My sweet hubbo (he accidentally said JUST what I wanted to hear!  It's no longer true, but it was very sweet at the time!)

2.  "You look so cute!"  --Several sweet girlfriends who have recently been pregnant themselves--they know!

3.  SAY NOTHING AT ALL.  All pregnant women are VERY aware of their changing bodies and figures.  We get up each morning and struggle to pull on one of the 3 maternity outfits that still fit, breathlessly try to pull on our shoes as our bellies bulge to the point that it's nearly impossible, and stare at a reflection in the mirror that looks very little like it did several months before.  Believe it or not, we do not need you to draw attention to our growing bodies at all!  It is always so refreshing to have a conversation with someone that has NOTHING to do with my belly, due date, etc.  Do not get me wrong, pregnancy is a BEAUTIFUL process that I feel so incredibly fortunate to be experiencing...but somewhere beneath the "pooch" I am still just a girl going about daily life trying not to draw attention to myself.  Sometimes a smile/nod are all that are needed!

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Due Date Update...

So, the day that we have long awaited has arrived!  Our due date of August 14th is finally here!!!  So many family and friends have been sweet to check in over the last several days waiting and wondering if our little bundle of joy was making his way into the world, so I thought it might be best to update everyone interested at once.  


I went to the doctor yesterday for an ultrasound and checkup to see how things were going with Baby Bozeman.  Due to a work conference this week, Andy wasn't able to make it, so my mom got to join me and see the nugget on the screen.  A fun outing, for sure!  She got to witness what Andy and I had seen several times before...our little guy snoozing like a champ and the ultrasound tech bouncing him all around to try to make him move, but he just napped on.  Might as well bust out the sweat pants.  It looks like we have one laid back baby in there.  The poor technician tried for 15-20 minutes to make him move.  I turned on my sides, she jiggled and prodded my belly, and she even busted out a buzzer that she said she rarely has to use to wake him up.  Even that just gave us slight squirms.  Please let this indicate he will be a chill baby and a champ napper!  I guess she eventually got what she needed, and she printed me a few really awful pictures of him.  At this point, when they are this big, you just cannot see much at all in there!  The BIG question was also answered...so how big is he?  Well, folks, he is estimated to be 8 lbs 15 oz.  Yowzers!  They warn you that there can be at least a pound of error either way, so the way I see it, our boy is likely somewhere between 8 and 10 pounds.  Take that, toothless wonder at the flea market that asked if I was carrying twins!!!  Just one fairly sizable babe in there.


From the ultrasound we went on to my doctor.  She said after looking at the results of the ultrasound, things look great.  My fluids are good, baby's heartbeat is strong, and he seems very content and happy in there.  Before she "checked" me, we had the obligatory conversation about what to do now that I have reached my due date with a fairly large baby.  My doctor is not a fan of inducing (especially if the mother's body has not naturally progressed to a certain point), and neither am I.  Not that things won't come to that (because they may), but I just don't feel like I need to force him out before I really have to. She discussed the fears that many have about waiting out an already sizable baby up to another 2 weeks, and that was something I had considered as well.  Basically, it was up to me.  I could have said let's induce and get this jig over with.  She then checked my progress (I think we all know what that means?), and I have made no real progress in the last few weeks.  So, at that point, I felt a sense of peace in waiting him out another week.  Clearly, my body and baby were saying it wasn't quite time.  And as I told my doctor, I am not miserable at this point.  Frankly, I feel extremely blessed to have made it this far!  God has allowed me to carry this sweet boy to this point.  What's a few more days/couple more weeks, right?  I'll tell myself that for now. :)  Although, I won't lie.  Andy and I both feel a small tinge of disappointment in the fact that he isn't ready to come today.  You just get so used to that date in your head!!!


So for now, we are taking it a day at a time.  I will see the doctor again next Wednesday, and I would assume we will have to set a date for inducing from there if things haven't changed.  Regardless, we will have a baby by the end of the month!  They won't allow me to go any longer than that...no matter what Baby Grant says!  As always, prayers and happy thoughts are welcomed by our family.  Thanks for reading (if you made it this far!).

Friday, August 8, 2014

Life as we know it...

I currently sit with a bulging, bouncing belly pressed against my laptop wondering why it has been so long since I have blogged.  So much has happened in the last months.  Noteworthy events that definitely warranted posting about, but I didn't make it happen.  I've resorted to living in the moment, you might say.  I've also journaled quite a bit, which is something I've always enjoyed doing--perhaps why I wanted to start blogging in the first place.  But nonetheless, I sit here realizing we are days away from one of the most life-changing moments in our lives, and I need to make that a part of the blog's content.  

I'll give you the short version...

Andy and I found out in early December that we were expecting our first child.  Very exciting to say the least!  Although some family and friends have shared their fears that we would never actually have children, we, after much prayerful consideration, planned/hoped to become pregnant last fall and were very blessed by the timing of it all.  We both will forever cherish our four years of marriage prior to "expecting," and we are so thankful that we waited for this exciting chapter.  You can't get that time back, folks!  We waited with our HUGE secret for 12ish weeks before telling anyone we were expecting.  It was partly due to our collective nerves/our doctor advising us to wait to share, and it was also our desire to share in the excitement just between the two of us for as long as possible.  A decision we will never regret.  Much excitement ensued in sharing the news around, and we are currently less than a week away from our sweet babe's due date, August 14th (just 3 days before my 29th birthday!).  Grant Walker seems pretty content to stay where he is for now, but we anxiously await his arrival.  My pregnancy has been smooth with no real morning sickness, good energy levels, and mostly good-feeling days.  The last couple of weeks have definitely not been the most comfortable, but still, I feel mostly like a plump, swollen version of myself.  I have been very blessed, and I thank God for allowing me to be a vessel to bring this precious boy into the world.  May Andy and I never lose sight of the enormous blessing we have been given.


As if becoming pregnant with your first child isn't enough excitement, we have also relocated back to Tennessee.  Again, much prayerful consideration went into this decision, but several things fell into place in a way that led us to feel that this was the direction we should go.  We always hoped to come back to Tennessee, but we knew that we needed to wait for the right time and right job.  An opportunity basically fell into our laps earlier this year, and although the timing did not feel 100% right, we could see the pieces falling into place.  So, we did what only crazy people would choose to do and accepted the job and moved.  And although the decision was bittersweet, we have both felt completely content with our decision.  We sold our home in Rome, purchased a new one here in early June, and have been settling in ever since (there was minor drama squished in here and there as with any move, but we will leave it at that).  Andy really likes his new position, and we are both tickled to be so close to family and friends as our family is growing.  We pinch ourselves and count our blessings (admittedly, not as often as we should) when we realize all that has transpired in the last several months.  God is good and faithful.


There are so many other details and moments in time that could be collected and typed up in this post, but as we are already overwhelmed with anticipation for our upcoming, significant life-change, I think I'll call it quits here.  As always, thanks for reading!  Prayers greatly appreciated for our family in the coming days!