B.Y.O.G.: Bring Your Own Gown

At my baby shower a few weeks ago, I expressed a deep, dark secret - hospital gowns! My best friends completely understood (although not yet mamas themselves) how gross a hospital gown may be. One of my friends is a nurse, and confirmed that the gowns are reused from patient to patient. Washed, of course. But STILL! The experienced mamas in the room (my mom and MIL) thought I was nuts. They said that is the last thing I'll be thinking about while giving birth. I agree with them, but I'd rather feel 100% comfortable (I'm big on atmospheric influences affecting my mood - smells, lighting, etc.) than be grossed out by a skeezy, scratchy, previously-used hospital gown. Soooo... I've decided to make my own. I know I'm not the only one because there is a booming B.Y.O.G. market online. But man, they sure expensive! Plus, I want a specific style (yes, for function!). All the one on line look like hospital gowns made out of pretty fabric - zebra, leopard, flowers, etc. Gorgeous! But I'm not big on being surrounded by tons of loose fabric while laying down. I always feel like the fabric is going to engulf and suffocate me. SO, my BIG idea... (drum roll please)... is to take the top portion of a nursing tank (pictured below), and then sew on a large skirt-like bottom. I'll keep it open in the back, and put ribbon ties for closures. This way, I'll have tight support on top (zero suffocation), and built in convenience for immediate breastfeeding once the bambino arrives. I created a very loose visual below for reference... what do you think??

If It Walks Like a Duck... It Might Be A Prego!

Week 29 has brought on a new development - the prego waddle. I think I've been doing this for a while in order to keep my balance, but now I'm waddling around just to get through the day. Becasue of all my medical qualifications (aka NADA), I've determined that the baby has gotten into a head down position, and each day works her way further and further down. Why do I think this? Imagine the weight of a watermelon pushing down on your va-jay-jay from the inside. Each day, the pressure gets a little stronger, and the watermelon gets wedged in a little further. It's not pain per se, but just maaaaaaajorly uncomfortable. All the pregos (or mamas) know exactly what I am talking about. It almost feels that if you don't walk slowly and take your steps gingerly, something may fall out. Hence, the waddle walk. You have to stay in just the right position while in motion - clenched up to put it nicely. This new development has also slowed me down a bit. OK, a lot. No more laps around the office. I strategically plan my movements, trying to get the most accomplished on each journey to and from my office. 8 more weeks to go... think I could get away with using one of those electric scooters??

Pregos SayThe Darndest Things

My husband has informed me that my pregnancy and raging hormones are causing me to be a bit... how do I say it... feisty! Particularly when it comes to my temper. You know how people excuse old people for things that they say because they "can't help themselves"? Well I am asking for the same leniency when it comes to us pregos. Sometimes we just can't help what bothers us, gets under our skin, or frosts our cookies. On Saturday night, I told my loving husband that he "acts like an idiot when he sleeps." Oops! I'm honestly not even sure what I meant by that mean-spirited comment. But I know what spurred it - he fell asleep on the couch, and then I had to wake him up and tell him to go up to bed. Keep in mind, this scenario is reversed 99% of the time, with him waking me up... but that's besides the point! : ) So he stumbles upstairs, turns off all the lights, throws the covers onto my side of the bed, and falls back asleep. Ummm - EXCUSE ME?! He must have not gotten the memo that I'm the prego one that needs pampering, back rubs and pity as I try to fall asleep each night. So that's when my blood started to boil, and diahreah of the mouth kicked in. I didn't feel bad about it either until the next morning. I apologized of course, and you know what my husband said (with a laugh)? "It's a full time job keeping up with your mood swings! I never know what's going to push you over the edge next." At least he has a sense of humor about it. So - with this post - I apologize for what I have said and what I will say that may seem out of character. Blame it on the hormones!!