Truffles, Babies and Doctors

For Valentine's Day, Jody and I printed out a coupon for our favorite restaurant, Bensi, the place where we shared our first anniversary dinner, toasted and said goodbye (and maybe I cried a little?) the night before he left for deployment, and celebrated the news of our pregnancy.  This year we enjoyed fancy appetizers, (lobster brain, anyone?) platefuls of fancy italian, and I indulged in several sips of tasty red wine (sweet Lord Almighty, was it good!).  It was wonderful.

Before dinner, Jody presented me with a box of Godiva Dark Chocolate Truffles.  You know, the really fancy, stupidly expensive balls of chocolatey-bliss that you find in Barnes and Noble or department stores.  Usually, it would be a bottle of wine and a bar of chocolate - but due to my 'condition', my honey went all out on the chocolate this year.

I have zero problem with that.

Anyway, there were 12 truffles in the box.  I cleverly noted that I also had just 12 weeks of pregnancy left, at the time, and therefore decided that for every Thursday I survive (ahem) another week of pregnancy, I would treat myself to a truffle.  I now eagerly await my Thursday evening treat, and have only 10 truffles to go.  It's a tough life, but someone's gotta live it...

We also were fortunate enough to spend Valentine's weekend at one of my most favorite places, the cabin.  I've mentioned this cabin more than once.  It is just so sweet to me.  Both times we've been were following hard deployments, and the times we've spent there will always be fresh in my mind.  I dare say we may have even created our very own little post-deployment human at this very cabin.

.Eewww!  Gross!

It was just as wonderful this time around as the last two, but it was different too.  We're feeling quite aged.  Obviously, I'm tired.  Very, very tired.  And due to cold weather, we stayed inside for most of the weekend and took several naps.  We still sat together in front of a warm fire, made 'cabin' food and enjoyed each others company thoroughly, though.  Oh - and I practiced my shooting.  I am still an expert BB gun shot, in case you were wondering.

 I don't know, people, but there is just something very sexy about a man building a fire in Carhartts.

Cabin breakfast of champs - or sweet tooth's.  

I'm still very much into my pancakes.

Before I move on, I need to gush (yes- again) for just a moment about Jody.  

That guy...oh man, that guy!

He has been such a champ.  I've been so darn grumpy and negative lately, but he never fails to bring me back up.  He showers me with compliments, kisses, and always laughs at me when I cry over stupid things.  That sounds irritating, but when a handsome and intelligent man is holding back laughs while trying to console you as you're crying over the extra dimple you've found on your bottom, you can't help but realize that you're the idiot, not him.

Most nights before bed, Jody will read me the countdown on his phone of days left until Cedar's due date.  He kisses my belly, talks to Cedar about camping trips and guns, and frequently gets wide eyes and comments that I'm looking 

'Pregnant as (insert expletive)' because, obviously, said expletive is quite pregnant looking. 

 Hey, I  think it's cute.

Anyway,

We still have nothing ready for the baby, really.  I don't know when we are supposed to start panicking over this stuff.  She has some sleepers, a blanket and I recently bought 3 plain, white preemie onsies after several friends advised me to buy some tiny clothes, just in case she's a bitty munchkin.  I recently went into Gymboree to look for birthday gifts for Gunner George and Ayden, when and I ran into this:

Really, it ran into me.  The little green dress with a tulip (a TULIP, people!) just jumped off of the rack and into my arms.  Tulips are my favorite.  

Actually, there's a whole Tulip Collection at Gymboree right now.  I was a good girl and bought only this, along with my gifts, then ran out of the store as quickly as I could.

 Judge me if you want, but I bought these two little numbers for less than a dollar at Goodwill.  Why not?  Babies grow so quickly they hardly wear them - therefore, brand new-to-C! 

 Jody's cousin, Brandon's wife got us several adorable little outfits over Christmas.  These pants are my favorite, because they are just so tiny.  When my back hurts, or my butt doesn't squeeze into my maternity pants on a bad day, I look at these little things and remind myself that I'm housing a tiny, perfect little miracle.

NOT a velociraptor.

I visited the doc last week for my 28 week appointment, and besides some outrageous back pain (which has improved immensely in the past few days) Cedar and I are both doing very well.  We're both growing at just the right rate.  I've gained just under 20 lbs, which feels more heavy on my frame than you might think, but I'm sure my body is simply doing as it should to keep the two of us healthy.  Cedar is measuring a bit small - 23 inches at 28 weeks.  I've heard that you should measure around the same inches as you are weeks, but every baby is different, and my midwife said she suspects that Jody and I will have a smallish baby due to our own sizes, anyway.  So, all is well.  I passed my glucose and iron tests, and am just ready to get this wiggly thing out of my body and into my arms.

We have decided to splurge and go for the 3d and 4d ultrasounds of our babe next week, and I cannot wait to see her little face.  I mean, she'll have one, right?  Like, it's really a baby in there, right?

Just kidding.

Kind of?

But, really.  I will post pictures/videos as soon as we get them.

Happy Sunday!