Dear Gia

Finally after weeks of waiting…you kicked your dad! To say we were excited is a complete understatement.  

We were the definition of SPAZ. 

I feel you kick all the time now, still mostly at night. You are not a fan of when I lay on my back, you really start the ninja kicks. (But that’s why I do it…evil (but it a fun way!) is your mother)

Your dad felt you during Grey’s Anatomy on a Thursday Night. (Obviously you knew how annoyed I was with how boring & ridiculous it was…they need to add vampires.) And then much to the delight of you Auntie Katie & Grandma you gave each of them a BUFFY sized kick after the Cowboys won Monday Night Football. (Your father is convinced you kicked only because they won…so that makes two delusional parents for you. Go Gia!)

It seems like my bump has gotten 2 times bigger in the matter of days. You must be growing like crazy, so keep up the good work.

Your nursery is still on hold until we get your pretty carpet installed. But I promise it will be adorable!

I bought my attire for your birth (Behold the Delivery Gown, See below.) 

 

I know, so stylish right?

 And look what I found! Cookies named after you my little pumpkin.

 Love your momma

Baby Bump goes to Disneyland.

Vampire Pluto and Moi (pregnant face has begun)

Mickey Mouse Pretzels are momma’s new favorite cravings.  They have to be hot, fresh and served at the Tomorrowland cart (fan girl, remember.)

Walking the park is great exercise for me and baby G.

My mom and I went last Friday night for Halloweentime, too bad it was so dang crowded.

 

Grandma loves you.

Nana wants you here.

She loves you so much… she started a countdown and updates it every morning.

You are not even born yet and already you have a fan club.

15 weeks till G.

Eggplant Sized-Miss G.K.B.



There are so many things I did not think/know about before pregnancy. 

One being, I never really realized how much of my body would be shared with the little bundle of joy inside my ever expanding stomach. 

Holy bra buying and boob growing Batman!!! Seriously they cannot get bigger can they? This is just ridiculous.

I didn’t know how tired I would be every single day.

Having my body sometimes quit on me because I pushed myself too much in a day.

I wear the same Navy Blue Maxi dress at least twice a week, and I could care less. I adore it. It’s comfy and relaxing and if I could pull off wearing it every day I would. The thought of jeans make me cringe.  Goodbye fashion, hello sweats and baggy tees.

The Fact that I WILL BE PUSHING this little human out of my body- Sure, I knew the mechanics of labor, but I didn’t think about it all too much until Gia started growing past the size of a Lemon. Then I realized oh wow, this is going to happen, ready or not.

But most of all- How so so so so so SO! Excited I am for Gia to join our sweet family.  (The so’s could go on forever, but that maybe a little annoying. But you get the point.) I truly didn’t think Jason & I were missing anything until Baby B became a Baby G.  Now I cannot think of a life without thinking of her in our future….if that even makes sense.

*Sorry pregnancy has the ability to take away good grammar and comprehension skills as well. Hurray!*

And now for the NON pregnancy/baby related portion of today’s post.

MISSONI for TARGET

Crazy-That’s an understatement. It was sheer retail madness.  And I was a part of it (Go me!)

Just when you think you couldn’t love Target anymore than you already do…they come out with a stylish, chic, designer-yet affordable! Line for all to wear.

Only problem is, they sell out/website crash in a matter of minutes.

Really Target? Really?!?! You didn’t know it would be soooooo in demand. Pshaw.

It took four people (Julie, Jo-Ann, Diane & I) and like an entire day to get what we wanted, but we succeeded with only a few purchase causalities. It was a Missoni Bloodbath.

Gia's Newest blanket: all thanks to Auntie Julie & her quick shopping hand at Target.



                                                         25 weeks pregnant & Happy.

24 Weeks- blah, blah, fashion emergency blah.

Happy 24

6 months pregnant. 

108 days until Christmas... (Hopefully  Gia will be here to celebrate the birth of baby Jesus in the flesh , not hanging out in my uterus, stressing me out… thinking how in the world can I pull off a birthday party during the Holiday season *shudder*)

Still craving Pumpkin & fruit galore-checkity check.

No sleep for me-you betcha.

Back pain-ugh die now.

Also I had my first maternity shopping experience at A Pea in the Pod. Wish I could say it was magical and that I felt  beautiful and glowing- like a tiny fertile fairy glittering across a fashion runway.

It. Was. Not. Like. That.

First - Target has the BEST maternity clothes ever.  Second- I really miss my sense of style…. I’m assuming G has it on Loan until she arrives. *ahem little one, I get it back once you grace us with your pretty self and proclaim to be America’s Next Top Stylist*  

The experience was depressing and I was sad to watch my body fit into moo-moo type dresses, and then to tell myself “oh wow this is how you should look preggo, like a little gnome that would be featured in Julie’s garden.”  Or “you look beautiful, your chest is porntastic, the baby bump is oh so cute-you rock!”  *eye roll*

 It was hard. Especially when there was designer goodness galore right in front of my eyes…tempting me, begging me to justify trying on non-maternity fashion.  Sigh, The sacrifices we make for our little bundles of joy. But I did find two dresses I liked-yipppeeee! and a cute top- double yipppeeeee! So I guess I shouldn’t complain….that much.

Shopping is still an art form and lucky for me- something I have a black belt in. Now, I just concentrate on buying cuteness for Baby G and Baby C-(Auntie D needs to know what you are already!) and spoiling Jason rotten with new cowboy gear.

The nursery is on hiatus until Home Depot decides to call us about the carpet. I am beyond irritated with this. CALL DAMMIT.

I cannot believe how time flies, little Gia girl will be here before I know it.

SUPER G-couldnt be more true!