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Our first born

As we near the birth of our first human child, I don't want to forget about our first dog child, a special little mix breed named Rowdy. As you may recall, Kyle and I adopted Rowdy from the dog warden last June — and instantly fell in love.

The warden guessed he was 8-12 weeks old when we got him, so we figured his birthday could be sometime between the middle of March and the middle of April. It just so happens my birthday, March 26 (holla!) is smack dab in the middle of all that, so it was decided that Row Row and I would share a birthday.

As he nears the one year mark, Rowdy still has many puppy tendencies that drive us crazy (like jumping on the oven to eat a piece of my pizza yesterday — Grrrr). However, he also has transformed into a loving, friendly, remarkably loyal member of our family.

When Kyle and I got new smartphones in October, we went a little crazy taking pictures of the dog. For real, we would send each other pictures of Rowdy while the other was at work. I swear 95…

A slippery slope of frustration

Today I feel pure frustration. I don't know how else to describe it.

I found out this morning that because of abnormal urine checks each month and a few high blood pressure readings at earlier appointments (but not the last three!), I have to start going for non-stress tests (NSTs) twice a week from here until the baby is born.

I'm a little annoyed by this, mainly because I was led to believe my blood pressure had returned to normal the last several appointments (and whenever my husband checked it at home). Also, I've had protein in my urine since sometime in January but they were never concerned because my blood pressure was better and I have had no swelling or other issues.

But today, apparently, they're concerned again. Ugh.

I KNOW it's all precautionary and I KNOW it's better to be safe than sorry. But really?! I feel like somehow my body has decided to betray me. I feel fine, really, so what the heck?

The baby rocked her first NST today, and I have faith that s…

Baby Shower!

I can't believe my baby shower is over with already! It came so fast — and went so fast!

We really, truly cannot thank everyone enough for the wonderful gifts for our baby girl, and for the time spent in preparing for the party. We are very lucky to have so many wonderful people in our lives. And Kenlee is going to be one spoiled little girl!

Just a few photos, courtesy of my talented mother-in-law Connie.



Hand crafted name letters from Aunt Steph. These are going above her crib for sure!



It took me FOREVER to open this present (it was a swing, by the way) because I didn't want to rip the wrapping paper! Someone suggested that I should put it on our front door after Kenlee is born, and I think that's what we'll do. It's just too precious to toss out.



The awesome stork pen that Amanda used to keep track of gifts ... Minus a few head feathers because Rowdy apparently thought they were yummy. Hahaha.


Me and my sister Jan. I don't think we've taken a picture toge…

First time mother freak out

I'm trying to breathe, just breathe and remember that it will all be ok.

But it sure doesn't feel ok!

My baby shower is THIS Sunday, and it's all kind of hitting me now.

This is REAL. I'm having a BABY. And SOON.

On Monday, I will have reached the 30 week mark. For those of you who don't speak OB/GYN, a baby's due date is calculated on a 40 week pregnancy. And technically, the baby is considered full term and ready to deliver anytime after 37 weeks. That means I could have as little as seven weeks left until my inside baby becomes an outside baby.

HOLY CRAP.

Everyone keeps asking if we're ready for her to get here. Ummm, no. That's kind of why I'm freaking out. Yes, we're on track and the nursery is starting to come together, but that's only half the problem.

I have no idea how to be a parent. Maternal instincts seem like bull-hockey to me at this point, so don't try giving me that speech. I am dying to head to the hospital for our delivery/bre…