tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78154354201331683222024-03-05T08:33:51.952-08:00We are a Wolfe Pack, growing more and more! Giving updates on our lives. Sometimes too much information, sometimes forgetting to post all together.Kayla and Justin Wolfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892702138010216018noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815435420133168322.post-43103712195392237972013-03-29T19:14:00.000-07:002013-03-29T19:14:08.846-07:00So I took a break..Well, it's been a long long time since a blog. Since then so much has happened. We moved from SC to MI. We moved directly in with some good friends, and put our stuff in storage. After I had a confirmed job, we found an apartment, so we only had to bother them for a month. Before we moved to the apartment, Justin got a job. We moved the stuff out of storage, some to our parents, some to my sisters, and most in the apartment. We lived in the apartment for almost 8 months, and now finally moved into our house and got all our stuff here. In the mean time, I also taught one class for two quarters ( 10 weeks classes ) at Baker College as well as my full time job as an online middle school math teacher. Also, we are going to be having another baby girl in July! (The due date is August first, but since Lindsey was almost 4 weeks early, we're going to just make an educated guess that she will be early too.) So that's the summary of our last 10 months. Just a few things. We like to keep it real, real busy!<br />
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We are glad to be settling finally. Lindsey is going to be 2 years old in less than a month. She's finally going to have a nice birthday party with more of her family. I realize she didn't understand the first one anyway, but I did, and it was nice, but Lindsey deserves so much better. She is such a big girl. She talks so much, makes up songs. Today she made up a song, "lalalala, nananana, (gibberish), Mama, Dada, Lindsey, Baby Sister, Puma, Mickey". No idea why Mickey is at the end since she doesn't even really have Mickey stuff, or watch it anymore..?? She has a love for dinosaurs and knows the important ones. She is getting closer to being potty trained. She is still too busy to stop if she's having fun to tell us before she goes. She will go if we take her and she has to. Problem is, she's always busy. This kid has yet to lay down and fall asleep on her own. She laid her head down once for 15 minutes. It was a record. I took a picture. We have found a way to get her to fall asleep before 9pm. If she doesn't get a nap, it literally takes 5 minutes for her to fall asleep, but the few hours in the afternoon are a bit touchy.<br />
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Eating out with everyone! She was so happy to be with here Papa Pudge, Grandma Julie, Aunt Tina, Un Chris, Uncle Zach, Aunt Chelsea, and her Mama and Dada of course. She hated when everyone had to leave.<br />
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We have a few things we want to accomplish before the baby. We want Lindsey to get rid of the pacifier, become potty trained, and sleep in a toddler bed. She was using it only at night, but she got sick a lot this fall, (Thankfully she has been MUCH better) when she went to a real daycare for the first time. The pacifier helped us all to survive, so it became a habit. Now she's obsessed with it. She asks for it and does not stop or forget about it unless there is something very good going on. Like a dog in the yard, and only that lasts for a few minutes. The potty thing is what we are starting to work on tomorrow. We're going underwear all day while I have spring break here with her for a week. The toddler bed, well, I don't know. I like sleeping right now. It will all be over in a few short months, so maybe we will try it in one more month. Potty first? Sure.<br />
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This new little girl is at 22 weeks today. She is already pretty crazy with the moving. She likes to kick or punch at her sister, whenever Lindsey is sitting on me and seems to be squishing her. We only have one set of ultrasound pictures, and as soon as the scanner will connect to the computer again, I will get on that. Poor 2nd child. Already being neglected. I can totally relate to her though (since I am the second child of course), so I'll make up for it later. We are currently working on names, so that really is what I should be doing right now instead of updating this. I do miss writing though. Maybe now that I don't teach that night class I will be able to find time to do this once a month or so. Or I'll finish unpacking our stuff. Either way!<br />
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Thanks all for being sweet and reading this. Have a great day/week/month, or year if I don't get on here until then. :)Kayla and Justin Wolfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892702138010216018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815435420133168322.post-36187346886773581842011-10-16T16:21:00.000-07:002011-10-16T16:31:52.831-07:00So.. I never write on here anymoreIt's true. I never write on here. It's because school has been crazy, and oh yeah, I have a baby! She's so cute. Almost 6 months old! I want to say, "I can't believe she's that old!", but then I can. Yes, it went fast, but not the first 3 months. Those were the rough ones, but now she's sleeping 10-11.5 hours a night, laughing, and smiling like a crazy! She loves her veggies, and hates plain rice now. She hasn't tried fruit, so that'll be the next fun thing. Still not a lot of time, but wanted to update this with a few pictures. <br />
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Things are going well with Lindsey, Linds, Little, Bunny, or Bun Bun, whatever you choose to call her. Would write more, but I want to play with her right now. Later!Kayla and Justin Wolfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892702138010216018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815435420133168322.post-87100914453797656492011-07-01T08:38:00.000-07:002011-07-01T08:39:15.641-07:00Finally an Update, I know, I know.Yes, I realize it has been almost 10 weeks since our baby was born, but it's all been a blur. As those of you with children can relate. Also, I keep thinking about writing this and then something will happen, or I'll just want to talk to my baby. Finally, though I have gotten the strength to write the story. Let's start with the week before our baby girl was born.<br />
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April 19th - One week before baby - I took the day off to take Justin to surgery for his kidney stones. They were too large, so he had to have out patient surgery. I was already on modified bed rest, so we were both in rough shape. I worked the next day trying to save up as many days as possible for the baby, but didn't feel right so I called the doctor and got in. He told me with everything going on I was under too much stress, so he put me on real bed rest for Thursday through Monday. Everything else checked out, and he said, "I don't see you having the baby this weekend just yet." The rest of that week Justin was recovering, and I was still having those Braxton Hicks contractions. Luckily, Justin and I throw things to each other across the house regularly, because there was as little getting up as possible. Thankfully, we had some good friends bringing us meals, and Justin finally had no pain by Sunday. He still had Monday off just to be sure he was pain free, since it would have been impossible for him to teach with that pain. <br />
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April 25th - Monday - Finally we completed everything for baby. We put all the batteries in everything, packed Justin's bag (mine had been packed for weeks), made a list of all the last minute stuff he would grab for me (make up, hair stuff, etc.), and put the car seat in the car. All this was completed and we sat down at 7:30pm. I was still sleeping down on the recliner couches, but Justin had went to bed upstairs since that was better for his surgery. I probably fell asleep by 10:30pm.<br />
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April 25th - 11:30pm - I wake up and my water breaks. Don't worry, I made it to the bathroom. Couches are still okay! I knew you were worried. I finally make it upstairs, tell Justin what happened, and he asks me if I'm sure. Yes, this I am sure about. We drive to the hospital, and on the way I have my first REAL contraction. Yeah, I still have not forgotten them. <br />
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April 26th - about 12am - Check into hospital. Contractions every 5 to 7 minutes. All the games and distraction stuff we had packed never came out of the bag. I mean you can't really concentrate on a card game when they are that fast. <br />
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6am - I ask for an epidural. <br />
8:45ish - Finally I get the epidural. They tell me to relax and take a nap. "You have a few hours" they say.<br />
8:55ish - I say... I think I have to push now. Yep. Time to push. No time to nap.<br />
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9:22am - Lindsey Ann Wolfe was born!!!!!!!!!! <br />
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Lindsey was due May 21st, she arrived April 26th in perfect condition. She was 4 days away from being full term.<br />
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Justin had his surgery exactly one week before Lindsey was born.<br />
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I told the doctor on Wednesday I didn't feel right and had her the next Tuesday.<br />
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Kayla and Justin Wolfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892702138010216018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815435420133168322.post-4583458286605169092011-04-13T17:04:00.000-07:002011-04-13T17:04:50.018-07:00So close to being a Wolfe Pack<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’m really not sure where spring break went. I definitely thought I would have written during spring break, but I did other things and then it was over.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The week before spring break I had a horrible night. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had 2 hours of sleep and then I started to get contractions every 3-5 minutes, and about every hour a painful contraction, which was what worried me. I was 32 weeks 2 days at the time, so I was quite concerned, and deciding whether to go to the hospital or wait it out is the hardest decision ever. I already had a doctor’s appointment that day, so I rearranged it for morning. It did slow down in the early morning, and when I got to the doctor’s everything seemed to be fine and all tests good. The doctor said that since I’ve had the regular contractions so often to probably not count those, but come in again when the painful ones started to have a pattern and get closer together. No problem.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did get to see baby girl again though. </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">_ She was weighing an estimated 4 pounds 2 ounces. Today I’m 34 weeks 4 days. Since babies gain about ½ of a pound per week these last weeks, she should be about 5 pounds now. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Yesterday, I had a regular check up again. Since I’m now suppose to be having contractions the doctor was not concerned about the ones I’ve been having, and they haven’t been as bad as that one night either. I am measuring between 1 and 2 weeks larger, which I really thought it’d be like 4 weeks, but apparently I’m a normal huge and I'm no doctor! The doctor said to continue to do nothing extra until the next check up in two weeks, and of course to call if I had some concern before then. He said if she was to come right now they probably wouldn’t do much to stop it, since she’s passed all the milestones of development. We, of course, want her to make it to 37 weeks to be safe, so two weeks from this Saturday we will begin to convince her to get out! I’m sure it’ll work. Children always listen to their parents from the start, right?! HAHAHAAAA…ahh..</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Spring break was in the perfect spot. I wasn’t sure I was going to make it much further with teaching.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I realize people go to work each day for long stretches of time, and I could totally do it, but I once in awhile need a break from my students, (I truly do love them(okay, most of them), not sure why most of the time) and most importantly they need a break from each other. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We hadn’t had a break since our snow days in January. When I say I could make it, I’m saying a teacher in-service or work day is a break for us teachers. Even when working it’s not the continuous alertness that emotionally drains you. I was so thankful for that nice long break. I did so much here at home. Baby’s clothes are cleaned and hung up, room organized and most importantly all the stuff needed for baby is put together. We are lucky enough to have great friends here, who also have great family members. They came over for lunch and first of all fed us, then they helped put together; 2 swings, the stroller, the pack in play, a shelf, and the glider. Thank you to Susanne, Collin, Lissa, Jeff, Lissa’s parents Kathleen and Kevin, and her siblings, Peter, Andrew and Anna!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After they left we finished baby’s room by hanging everything up and it’s almost all ready! Just a few more things to wash and hang and we’re good to go! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Along with the goal of 37 weeks, I need to try to get in a few more weeks of working (13 days to be exact) and I’ll have enough sick days to get me through the school year. We’ll see if it happens. Each day it gets a little harder. My back hurts when I sit too long, my feet hurt if I stand at all (which I’m not supposed to do anyway). I am feeling giantly huge. I don’t recognize my face in the mirror and my feet and hands decided to start swelling a lot the last 2 weeks…so after the 37 week mark the money doesn’t even matter! Wait.. it never really did or I would have done something besides teaching.. right!?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Baby’s so large now that when she moves it really does keep me awake at night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can’t quite tell what is hitting me, but I keep trying to figure it out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Justin doesn’t yell at me when I poke at her anymore. This is probably because he can see her poking at me from across the room now. He even poked at her once. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Justin has been so great with all of this. Turns out he can cook things pretty well. Our usual agreement is I make the food and he cleans up, but now he does everything. He’s pretty amazing. NBD. </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Today I’m 34 weeks 4 days, so in Week 35. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 12pt 0in 4.5pt; mso-outline-level: 3;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: MuseoSlabHeavy; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">How your baby's growing:</span></i></b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: MuseoSlabHeavy; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 15.6pt; margin: 0.75pt 0in 7.5pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #40463c; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Your baby doesn't have much room to maneuver now that she's over 18 inches long and tips the scales at 5 1/4 pounds (<a href="http://www.babycenter.com/slideshow-baby-size?slideNumber=33"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="color: #008eaa;">pick up a honeydew melon</span></span></a>). Because it's so snug in your womb, she isn't likely to be doing somersaults anymore, but the number of times she kicks should remain about the same. Her kidneys are fully developed now, and her liver can process some waste products. Most of her basic physical development is now complete — she'll spend the next few weeks putting on weight.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 15.6pt; margin: 0.75pt 0in 7.5pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #40463c; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><a href="http://www.babycenter.com/6_your-pregnancy-35-weeks_1124.bc">http://www.babycenter.com/6_your-pregnancy-35-weeks_1124.bc</a></span></i></div><br />
Some days I think of how this pregnancy has been so stressful and crazy and annoying with all these little things, but then I have to remind myself that nothing has been wrong for real. I'm so lucky to just have little bumps in the road, and overall be fine. As long as baby girl is fine in the end then all the other crap is worth it.Kayla and Justin Wolfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892702138010216018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815435420133168322.post-71946021760572949122011-03-26T16:57:00.000-07:002011-03-26T16:57:37.389-07:0032 Weeks!Things here have not been boring. That's for sure! I meant to write on this last weekend, but I did not get to it. Instead I did nothing. Here's why.<br />
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I had a ton of contractions again last Sunday. No pain just tightness, but they felt stronger than what I have been having. Ever since I had that scare the last time, I have contractions a lot, but mostly when I move around. This time they were about every 10 minutes while I was laying down. After the first hour, I took Unisom and Tylenol, as the doctor said to do, and still had them the second hour. I was about to call the on call doctor if the third hour was the same, but instead I fell asleep. They kind of continued throughout the day, but I don't even count the ones when I move since they occur so often. <br />
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I called the doctor Monday, and went in. Everything is completely fine. Baby's not coming just yet, or wasn't coming on Monday, but I was tested for how often and the length of the contractions. They wrapped a senor thing around me, and baby girl kept trying to kick it off. She was seriously kicking that exact spot. She has good aim! I did get to see her again! She is finally head down, and she had one foot up by her head. She was also hiccuping. She's so active! She definitely was the cause of every contraction that happened. I had about 4 contractions in about 15 minutes, and they were lasting about 40 seconds each. The doctor said this was a lot, and if they got to be 60 to 90 seconds in length they would definitely need to be worried. She put me on modified bed rest, so I can go to work, and do as little as possible. When I'm home I am sitting with my feet up. No laundry, cleaning (I'm real sad about these:), no grocery shopping, etc. Basically no moving if not necessary. Work has been great. They let me park as close to my room as possible, and everyone is very understanding and supportive. I couldn't ask for better people at work. (I can only ask for more sick days, or short term disability to be offered, but that's a different argument!) I go back to the doctor Monday. I feel fine, but it just causes me to worry. Should I go to the hospital, or am I just fine? That's the hardest and most annoying decision. <br />
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Baby girl is moving around like crazy. Some nights she kicks and/or punches so hard at me that I jump, forgetting in my half asleepness that I have a baby growing in my stomach. Then I try to move, and I remember! haha! It is difficult to move these days anyway. I now sleep in the recliner of the love seat downstairs, which has really helped my back pain and hips. Justin sleeps on the couch next to me. I kind of made him. I didn't want to sleep downstairs by myself! Plus he likes sleeping on the couch anyway. He's fine. He's been very great about doing everything this week. Let's be honest he was doing most stuff around the house anyway, but now he's had to step it up a notch and even do the cooking. He pretty good at it too. He probably wishes I didn't know that now! I'll ask him to do it more often!<br />
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We have such amazing family and friends! We are so lucky! Thank you to everyone who has gotten us stuff before and recently sent us stuff. It's super sweet! It definitely makes me feel like we're not the 1000 miles away that we are! (I'm not saying anyone has to send us anything, so please don't think that if you're reading this. I'm just appreciative of everyone. Sorry if I have forgotten someone. I'm very forgetful lately as well.) <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-kKtO3b-CnpDBH5yXGwCeNZlnMzN1g8_v1CcTOtvgqtEXZu2lrmgzpe6F1e8KWTMOy3yNomSBqyRJnjTh07b1BogE1NkzJViGGsIWdNdcE1KCxhS07oTNLzE3kpRcNUPnlZO7hr1DpuI/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-kKtO3b-CnpDBH5yXGwCeNZlnMzN1g8_v1CcTOtvgqtEXZu2lrmgzpe6F1e8KWTMOy3yNomSBqyRJnjTh07b1BogE1NkzJViGGsIWdNdcE1KCxhS07oTNLzE3kpRcNUPnlZO7hr1DpuI/s320/019.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> Thanks Courtney for the socks, booties and book! Thanks Auntie Kate for the dress with sweet matching shoes! <br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The most recent stuff from the student comments is mostly that I'm huge. They tell me how big I am. I just say thank you. The funny conversation I did have with a student was about my eating habits, since I am always eating, it tends to come up. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">My student asked me one day, </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">"Mrs. Wolfe, why do you eat that unhealthy stuff all the time?" </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I was quite confused since I usually eat pretty healthy, and if I don't I usually hide it from my students, because I'm embarrassed to eat junk in front of them. I'm embarrassed mostly because I pick on them for the constant eating of chips and junk...for breakfast..that's again a different story.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> "What unhealthy stuff?" I asked.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> "That colorful stuff that has crunchy brown stuff." </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">"You mean the trail mix with dried fruit that I have every morning?"</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">"Yeah, that. Why do you eat that? Isn't that bad for you and the baby?"<br />
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<a href="http://www.babycenter.com/6_your-pregnancy-33-weeks_1122.bc">http://www.babycenter.com/6_your-pregnancy-33-weeks_1122.bc</a><br />
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One more week until spring break! <br />
The doctor said to be ready for her to come early, like 35 or 37 weeks. Hopefully we can make it to 37! I'll keep you updated! <br />
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Two weekends ago, right as the students left my classroom my cell phone rang. I had it on waiting for the doctor to call back, otherwise it would have been on silent. It was the alarm company. It was real confusing. The guy kept coming in and out and asking if I knew this lady, he said my mom's name, so I said yes. Then he said someone had opened the back door of our house and the garage. He asked if I wanted the police called. I said yes, because no one should be home yet. (The whole time all I could think about was if someone broke in they better have not let out our cat Puma or they would die. Just sayin.) He was like, wait I thought you knew this lady. Yes, I said, that's my mom, wait.. I finally put it together.. she's there? Yes, he replied. I then told him not to call the police, but I was still pretty suspicious, since it's 16 hours of driving for my mom to get to my house. I hung up and called my mom's cell phone right away. Sure enough, her and my dad were there, and they had kindly let themselves in, forgetting or not really caring about, our alarm system. It definitely is a good story though! What a great surprise! :) <br />
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We had a wonderful weekend, full of shopping, my dad putting up a new ceiling fan, eating, my mom cleaning for us, eating, and just being us. <br />
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Mom and I getting ready to shop. <br />
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It was a great weekend. I hate that it ended. I almost cried, but I kept thinking, "Don't cry because it's over, Smile because it happened." I used that quote in my speech at high school graduation, so I'm going to start listening to it since it's been 10 years. <br />
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This past weekend went by really fast. I felt really tired Friday, and I was asleep by 10pm. I was still tired Saturday and not that hungry (this is weird for me, pregnant or not), that's when I realized it. I was getting sick. I don't do the sick thing much, so when I do it's confusing for me. By Sunday I realized I was definitely sick, and it was not just allergies. I thought about calling in today, but it would have been more annoying to get everything ready for a substitute to come in. That, along with me saving all my sick time for when baby girl gets here made me go in. After I finally got going it wasn't too bad. I just had a sore throat. I'm going to bed right after I am done typing this, so I'll be fine tomorrow. <br />
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Besides that I had a check up last Wednesday. I finally do not have a UTI! It's pretty exciting! I will still drink the cranberry juice twice a day to prevent another, but I feel much better knowing that it's gone. This doctor (I have 4 that I rotate around in the office) also said that if exercise causes the Braxton Hicks then I shouldn't do it or should slow way down. This makes me sad. I have already slowed way down. I wanted to stay more active, but basically if I do any legs lifts or walk pretty much at all, I can get a contraction, or a bunch. Oh well, a few more weeks here and I'll be in the clear. Then I'll have to exercise a bunch! I mean I can't afford more clothes. This is what will be my motivation after the baby is born. <br />
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Here is my train of thoughts... 3 weeks after this week is over is spring break, then a week off to get everything finalized, then 3 weeks after that it will be May, and in May baby can come any time:) So really I have about 8 weeks until baby could be here! Crazy! <br />
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Today I'm 29 weeks 2 days.. so week 30. That's right almost 3/4 done...75%, whichever you prefer.<br />
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<em>Week 30</em><br />
<em>Your baby's about 15.7 inches long now, and she weighs almost 3 pounds (</em><a href="http://www.babycenter.com/slideshow-baby-size?slideNumber=28"><em>like a head of cabbage</em></a><em>). A pint and a half of amniotic fluid surrounds her, but that volume will decrease as she gets bigger and takes up more room in your uterus. Her eyesight continues to develop, though it's not very keen; even after she's born, she'll keep her eyes closed for a good part of the day. When she does open them, she'll respond to changes in light but will have 20/400 vision — which means she can only make out objects a few inches from her face. (Normal adult vision is 20/20.)</em><br />
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<a href="http://www.babycenter.com/6_your-pregnancy-30-weeks_1119.bc">http://www.babycenter.com/6_your-pregnancy-30-weeks_1119.bc</a><br />
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Here is what I look like this week: <br />
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I feel baby girl moving all the time these days. <br />
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The name is still being worked on, so no updates on that. <br />
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Good day!Kayla and Justin Wolfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892702138010216018noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815435420133168322.post-61120155238600553942011-02-19T18:28:00.000-08:002011-02-19T18:28:49.649-08:00Measuring ahead!<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Well, I had an unexpected doctor’s appointment this week.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The good news being that I’m measuring a week ahead, so at 28 weeks, instead of the 27 that I am. This will only be good of course if she will come just a week or two or two and a half early. Here’s why:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I went to the doctor, because I had all the symptoms and another UTI (look up if not sure). I haven’t shared this yet on here, because it’s not very nice. I have had this pretty much the whole pregnancy. These are very easy to get when pregnant. I am on an antibiotic for it, but they can’t give me the good stuff, because, umm… I’m pregnant. It’s not that painful all the time, but mostly just makes me nervous. I mean you never want complications, and this is known to cause preterm labor. I have been drinking cranberry juice twice a day too. I did ask the doctor if I could take the supplements, and she said only if the pill says 100% cranberry and nothing else, so we’ll be looking for that tomorrow. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will blame the cranberry juice on the extra weight gain. I mentioned that to the doctor, but she said I was right on track with weight gain and wasn’t that big. I feel huge, of course. Then she was like, “let me see”, and she measured me. “Oh”, she said, “maybe you are big. You’re measuring a week ahead”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is when I said I wouldn’t mind if she came at 38 weeks (instead of the 40), and the doctor said, “Even 37 ½ weeks would be good.” If the doctor says it, who am I to disagree?! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Girly Clothes</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Baby girl finally has a real amount of girl clothes! I have some great coworkers. She now has some cute hot pink pj’s. (Thanks Staci!) I also have a bag full on hand me downs from another coworker. I still have to hang them all up and see what the closet looks like with some more pink. I’m very excited and so thankful! I have been good about not splurging on clothes just yet. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Comments</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I still have some interesting things being said to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s hard being around so many different people. Everyone is so sweet though. To my face at least! Most adults will ask me how I am or how I’m feeling, which is so nice of them. Some teachers will ask if I need anything, which is also very comforting to know they are there for me. Some teachers are just realizing that I’m pregnant. It’s pretty obvious now. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The comment I still don’t care for however is, “Mrs. Wolfe, you’re so huge. I can’t even believe it.” -Why do we have to state the obvious in such a way.. you know?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I think this was a compliment. Not sure. “It looks like you have a basketball up your shirt. Like when people pretend to be pregnant. That’s exactly what you look like.” – So I guess I’m glad it’s only my stomach they see getting bigger.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We’ll pretend that is it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">One situation was when I was explaining something, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was standing and pointing and turning, and this student started laughing. I could tell it was at me, so of course I couldn’t just let it go. I had to ask. “What is so funny? Seriously, what?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He finally responded, “Ms. Wolfe, it looks like you have a balloon in your shirt. Like you don’t notice anything is wrong with you until you turn sideways. It’s hilarious.” – Wrong with me. Okay. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Kicker – Or something</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Well, baby girl has been kicking like crazy. It may even be more of a lunging, if that’s possible in there. It’s like sometimes she’s slamming from side to side. My Braxton hicks contractions have went way down, thankfully. I think it may have been a growth spurt or something, I swear. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One night I felt like my stomach was expanding and about to explode, and after that night I have felt much better, and bigger. I can’t believe she will be here in 10 to 13 weeks! Each week I feel calmer and more relaxed, just knowing she is more developed puts my mind at ease. Especially after all those contractions that week had me feeling scared. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We're still working on the name. I just can't commit to one just yet. Justin can't either, so it's not just me. We're now in between two names. Still not sure if we'll share, or if we'll even know before she arrives. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
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</div>Kayla and Justin Wolfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892702138010216018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815435420133168322.post-22477770728245324432011-02-06T17:12:00.000-08:002011-02-06T17:21:03.251-08:00Braxton, chill out.<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A few things have been going on here. We got the crib, as you can see on the right, and I went to the doctor again, twice. One was unexpected and kind of scary at first, but everything was completely fine. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">My original doctor's appointment was scheduled for Wednesday. Before that day could come, however, I was trying to be good on Sunday, and lifted my small 5 pound weights in the morning, then went for a walk with Justin in the afternoon. During the walk it was 70 degrees out. Amazing. We just wanted to keep walking. I was having some Braxton Hicks contractions, which I had been having for the last few weeks here and there, so I knew they were normal. On this walk they were not being normal though. We finally got home, and I laid down and drank a lot of water, you know everything it says to do when you Google it, and they slowed down. A few hours later they came back. They came like 4 times an hour for about 3 hours. They finally slowed, and after a few reassuring phone calls (to my mom and cousin Veronica), I was able to sleep. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I called the doctor in the morning (Monday) to see if I should be concerned, or if I should just go in on Wednesday, my original scheduled appointment. They called back and said to come in the afternoon. That was when I started to get concerned. I know I may be a bit crazy, but when the doctor agrees you should come in, that's when you really start to get nervous. So the rest of the morning, while trying to teach, trying to stay calm, and trying figure out what to do with or where to send my last two classes of students of the day, I somehow made it to my appointment by 1pm. They did all the tests and everything was completely fine. It was concerning why I would have so many Braxton Hicks contractions so early on. My doctor told me to try to slow them by taking half of a Unisom (sleeping pill) with Tylenol in morning and mid-day, then the whole pill at night. No problem. I can take sleeping pills and teach. Who can't? Awesome.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The good thing was, after all the tests, the doctor let me have a few looks at our baby. I got to see her again! Not her face, because she was facing my back, still breech, butt down, with her feet up by her head. Yes, my child is already a bit strange, but most of you expected this:) The best picture we got was her leg. It's on the right of the screen. 24 weeks 2 days. It's crazy how much she has changed in 4 weeks since the last ultrasound. She's so much bigger. <br />
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The second appointment was my glucose testing, and it was super fast. The orange sugar juice wasn't too bad. Everyone said it was so horrible that I was ready for the worst, so it over prepared me. I passed my test. I think I Aced it, because they told me I could even go and get ice cream that night. This always sounds good to me, except when you have me step on the scale and the numbers are higher than I've ever seen in my life. That'll make me not want the ice cream. (Okay, so I had a shake the day before, probably one reason why the scale was so high.)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Other than that the room is getting organized. Justin picked out the first book for her from him, as seen on the side here. He thought it was the best thing ever. It was cute. We had to get it. It's too fun when Justin gets so excited about something. We also have been working on the name still. It has been slightly adjusted since the last post, so I am glad that we didn't share it yet. You'll know when we do share it! No promises on when! <br />
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Now I'm trying to relax. We walked again today, and the Braxton Hicks came back, so I'm thinking walking is probably out. This is sad because it's like my favorite thing to do for exercise with Justin. Oh well, just over three more months! <br />
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I feel baby girl kicking all the time, and punching and just going crazy. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Here is what's going on right now: I'm 25 weeks 1 day. Week 26. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">About 15 weeks to go! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 3;"><b><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">How your baby's growing:</span></i></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The network of nerves in your baby's ears is better developed and more sensitive than before. She may now be able to hear both your voice and your partner's as you chat with each other. She's inhaling and exhaling small amounts of amniotic fluid, which is essential for the development of her lungs. These so-called breathing movements are also good practice for when she's born and takes that first gulp of air. And she's continuing to put on baby fat. She now weighs about a pound and two-thirds and measures 14 inches (</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/slideshow-baby-size?slideNumber=24"><i><span style="color: blue;">an English hothouse cucumber</span></i></a><i>) from head to heel. </i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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To see previous belly pictures scroll all the way down. </div>Kayla and Justin Wolfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892702138010216018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815435420133168322.post-53974048608106309042011-01-19T16:23:00.000-08:002011-01-19T16:23:59.926-08:00Kicking, Naming, Baby's Room, Random Comments<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Yes, we’ve got a kicker! I am a bit scared actually. I mean this is week 23, we have 17 weeks to go, and already she’s kicking very hard. She started kicking yesterday, and I grabbed Justin’s hand and put it on the spot. She kicked for probably 5 minutes. A few times she kicked so hard that I could see Justin’s hand move. I mean isn’t this early for this hard of kicking? I knew she had strong legs (see leg photo on this page), but this may get dangerous. Also, the kicking is still low, meaning she is still breech, and kicking the bladder sometimes. Not the best feeling. Please flip over Baby Girl! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The name…..we have not yet completely decided on the name. We think we have one, but we need to be sure before we announce it. It has got to be perfect of course. Also, we’re trying to decide if we should name now, or wait to see her first. A lot of people have said to wait until you see her to name her. It’s a hard decision for me, because I really want to start calling her by her name. Okay, I do call her by the name we are thinking right now, but we’ve only been thinking this name for two weeks. We’ll be taking our time with this decision. I mean we “should” have about 17 weeks.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Baby Girl’s room is painted! We picked out a neutral color since all the bedding and everything from the shower was neutral. It’s a light green, kind of on the yellow side. It'll still go great with pink or purple. I’ll post pictures when it’s finished. Justin did all the work, so I can’t take any credit. Now we have to fix some places that were messed up on the trim, then we can start moving stuff in. We picked out the crib; thankfully my parents are going to make that big purchase for us. (Thanks Mom and Dad!) Then I need to hang up all of her clothes, so I can see what sizes we have enough of, and etc. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">An added bonus of being a teacher is the constant comments about being pregnant. I never forget I'm pregnant for more than about 4 minutes. Now that I’m for sure showing students and faculty members have many things to say. Most are very sweet, and I am thankful to work with great people, but some are like, really? You really just said that? I’ll share those with you. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A Teacher: “Oh look at you, maybe now you’ll have some hips!” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>- Okay does this mean I was scrawny before? (Not thinking it's this one.) Or does this mean I’m fat now? Either way, THANKS.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A Student: “Mrs. Wolfe, you getting chubby (points at my stomach). Oh that’s right, you’s pregnant.” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">– I have no comment for this. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A Student: “What? You can only feel your baby when she moves? You’re not a very good mother.” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">– Thanks sweetie. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’ve had many great comments, but those seemed the most interesting to share.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Today I’m 22 weeks 4 days, week 23. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Here is her development. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 4.6pt; mso-outline-level: 4;"><b><span style="color: #671a60; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 8pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><em>How your baby's growing:</em></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 15.6pt; margin: 0.6pt 0in 5.75pt;"><span style="color: #40463c; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><em>At 11 inches (</em><a href="http://www.babycenter.com/slideshow-baby-size?slideNumber=20"><span style="color: #008eaa; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><em>the length of a spaghetti squash</em></span></a><em>) and almost 1 pound, your baby is starting to look like a miniature newborn. Her lips, eyelids, and eyebrows are becoming more distinct, and she's even developing tiny tooth buds beneath his gums. Her eyes have formed, but her irises (the colored part of the eye) still lack pigment. If you could see inside your womb, you'd be able to spot the fine hair (lanugo) that covers her body and the deep wrinkles on her skin, which she'll sport until she adds a padding of fat to fill them in. Inside her belly, her pancreas — essential for the production of some important hormones — is developing steadily.</em></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 15.6pt; margin: 0.6pt 0in 5.75pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 15.6pt; margin: 0.6pt 0in 5.75pt;"><span style="color: #40463c; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">GOOD DAY! </span></div>Kayla and Justin Wolfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892702138010216018noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815435420133168322.post-40046216468472212352011-01-05T17:25:00.000-08:002011-01-05T17:32:01.768-08:00And Baby is..A GIRL!Baby cooperated today, she is not grounded anymore. She let us know she was a she. We are SO excited! Thanks for all who took the time to vote. It was fun to watch:) We have a million pictures, which I will post soon. Right now we are rethinking all of the names we had thought of earlier. We had the boy name though... not helpful anymore..I love knowing right now though. I am at a peace a bit more now that I can call her little lady, and plan for everything else.<br />
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The pictures showed her completely normal, healthy, with the biggest measurement being her little belly. This, as many of you may or may not know, is from Justin. He may look small, but he's got a stomach! 2 weeks ago I finally passed him in stomach circumference. We should have taken pictures together the whole time! Baby girl was also breech and kicks at my bladder. Perfect for me, cause I never had to pee before anyway. (That's sarcasm, I'm a pee-er.) <br />
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Gotta work on these girl names! Feel free to make suggestions. We are picky, so beware!Kayla and Justin Wolfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892702138010216018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815435420133168322.post-22968408795787486262011-01-04T16:42:00.000-08:002011-01-04T16:42:16.962-08:00Tomorrow we "should" know!Tomorrow is our appointment that is suppose to tell us if baby is a HE or SHE. It has been driving me completely crazy. I just want to know. I want to call the baby something other than baby. I know it will help us to focus on names. We have some ideas, but we are waiting to share until we are sure. <br />
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My students have all taken the, "Is the baby a boy or a girl" poll. 3 of the 5 groups of students say girl, yet of the 2 groups that said boy, they said boy by a much higher margin than girl. One class was about 73% boy vote and 27% girl vote. Yes, I'm a math teacher. Yes, I teach Probability and Statistics, and that was clearly an important study we did together. Very real life! <br />
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As you can see in the title, we "SHOULD" know tomorrow. I say that should with such emphasis because of the last attempt to look at our child. As some of you may know, we tried to find out early at 16 weeks what we were having. The baby did not want to show us. As soon as we tried to see if there was anything in that spot to be a boy, we could only see the umbilical cord. I tried to convince the doctor to just poke the baby and move him/her, but apparently that's not how they do things. Tough love I say, but it was a no go. We were disappointed, but it was still very exciting to see baby actually looking like a baby and moving like a crazy! She/he was kicking and punching like a little working out baby! (See how nice it would be to just say either He or She instead of both. I know!) Justin did tell baby that he/she was grounded for not letting us see what he/she was. It's sad when your baby is grounded before they're born. Luckily baby really has nowhere to go right now. <br />
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Although this happened at the last appointment, I'm going to stay optimistic and assume we WILL find out tomorrow. Justin and I do not have a preference on boy or girl, just a preference of knowing tomorrow.<br />
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Today is 20 weeks and 3 days, so in week 21. Here is the baby update. <br />
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<em>At about seven inches in length (head to rump) and almost 11 ounces in weight, your baby is about the size of a large banana. </em><i><br />
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<em>By </em></i><a href="http://www.blogger.com/pregnancy/week-by-week/week-21.aspx"><em><span style="color: blue;">21 weeks pregnant</span></em></a><em>, your baby swallows at least several ounces of amniotic fluid each day — not only for hydration and nutrition, but also to practice swallowing and digesting — skills your baby will need as soon as he or she arrives in your arms. And keep this in mind: The taste of the amniotic fluid differs from day to day depending on what you've eaten (spicy enchilada one day, sweet carrots another). And that smorgasbord of tastes won't be lost on your baby. That's because your little one has very developed taste buds already. In fact, researchers have noted that babies who were exposed to certain tastes in utero via the amniotic fluid were more eager to eat foods with that same taste after birth. Want your baby to eat his or her broccoli later? Eat yours now! </em><br />
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Don't forget to vote your guess of boy or girl by tomorrow! Hopefully we'll all know by tomorrow evening :)Kayla and Justin Wolfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892702138010216018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815435420133168322.post-71317575272287222262010-12-31T10:08:00.000-08:002010-12-31T10:08:18.361-08:00<div>Today is New Years Eve 2010. This year sure has been crazy. We bought a house in May, moved the beginning of June. We went home to visit Michigan for three weeks this summer, then came back and started another school year of teaching. On September 9th we found out we were going to have a baby! We wanted to tell our families in person, so we waited to tell anyone. <br />
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On October 22nd, Justin's parents came to visit for the weekend. About an hour after they arrived we gave them a gift. It was a frame that said, "Grandchildren" and we had a picture of the first ultrasound in it. They saw it and screamed and cried and we all hugged. It was a fun weekend. <br />
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The next weekend, October 29th, we flew home to tell everyone else. We did not tell my parents we were coming. Only my sister and brother (and a few others) knew we were coming home. We flew home, rented a car, drove to my parents, and snuck in. The dog didn't even hear us. We walked up to the living room and my dad was just sitting down. He was so confused when he saw us he didn't even respond. For a second I thought, "Oh crap, did I just give my dad a heart attack?" He was fine though. My brother and sister eventually got there, and then my mom finally got home. She was also very surprised to see us just sitting at the dining room table. We ate and then gave them the gift of the frame with the ultrasound picture in it. My mom just stared at it. My dad turned it for the rest of the table to see. I had to ask if they understood it, because they weren't really responding. My mom said she got it, then she made me stand up to see my stomach. The rest of the weekend was filled with telling grandparnets and calling as many people we could to tell them. At this point I was 11 weeks pregnant. <br />
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Now, it is the last day of the year. Tomorrow I will be exactly 20 weeks pregnant. Half way done. The time has flown by. We have been so busy. I finished my Master's Degree, and my diploma just came in the mail. Justin started his Master's program and has just finished his first class. When we went home to Michigan for Christmas we had our baby shower. We got so many great things, and somehow fit them all in the car to get back to South Carolina. Justin will still have classes, but now I will have more time to focus on getting everything ready for the arrival of this baby. Next week we should be able to find out if baby is a boy or a girl. We will definitlely let you all know. Please take the quiz on here before next Wednesday, so you can get your guess in before we know! <br />
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Okay, that was a lot for the first blog, but I had to tell you the background (and give my excuses for not starting this earlier:). Here is the update on baby's progression: <br />
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Week 20 of Pregnancy: <br />
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If you're having a girl, her uterus is now fully formed and her ovaries are holding about seven million primitive eggs. If you're having a boy, his testicles have begun their descent from the abdomen to their ultimate destination. And while your baby is definitely getting bigger (weighing in at about ten ounces and measuring 6 1/2 inches, from head to rump), there's still plenty of growing room in there, which allows him or her to twist and turn (and allows you to feel his acrobatics). <br />
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I have been feeling the baby rolling, and a few harder kicks or maybe punches, here and there. I feel much better then the first trimester. I was never sick, but very picky at eating. I did think if I ate certain things I would have been sick, but I got through it. My energy is back, and within the last 2 weeks the baby has exploded. People can now see that I'm pregnant instead of just fat! :) <br />
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