Eluding the slumber faries

So I have alot to tell you all, it’s been a while since I’ve written, I’ll blame this on the 4 books I’ve read this past week. I can’t get my nose out this series of books. There are only 5, so bear with me just 2 or 3 more days and I should be back to my normal writing paterns. Maybe.

I’ve been awake off and on since 3:30 this morning. The baby and I, we have this game of eluding the slumber faries. Everynight between 3:30 and 4 I wake up to take my first trip to the bathroom. I usually can fall back to sleep fairly easliy after this first trip – but this morning was an entirely different story.

You see, the baby thinks that because I’m up and moving for 2 minutes I must be awake – and if I’m awake, well then … LETS PLAY, MOM! Yes, I play with the child enutero. We have a fun game called, you kick me then I poke you, and then you kick me and I poke you … and this can go on for hours – the baby loves this game. And when I’m not playing back, with the poking and the nudging and the laughing and talking … yea then the baby kicks harder – and more vigorously. In the ribs and pubic bone … and, well … ouch.

So I’m laying in bed, it’s now almost 4 am and the kicking hasn’t slowed down. By this time Aaron has stirred enough into consciousness to ask me if I’m ok because I’m so restless and I say I can’t sleep – easy for him, he rolls over. So I roll over, I move my pillows – get situated and try to close my eyes, but then – like lightning from heaven I have to pee AGAIN.

I finally went back to sleep sometime around 5:30 or 6 only to wake up at 7 with the kind of energy to make 8 loaves of bread in an hour. I resisted the urge and laid there, trying to will myself into slumber and then the alarm went off and Aaron got up – and well, it’s a lost cause by then.

Nap time is SO my favorite time of the day.

Baby shower madness

This evening I attended the baby shower my mom put together and threw in my honor. This was my 3rd baby shower. I’m a little uncomfortable at showers, I don’t really like being in the middle of all these people opening gifts. It’s just akward. But I had a ball tonight. OK, I had a ball at all my showers.

I do have a piece of advice for all prospective shower throwers out there though. Games. They are fun, and we need them to break the ice and make fun of whoever the shower is for. But the whole “Guess how big around she is” game at the baby showers – NOT FUN!

I had to endure this game, for the second time, and lets just say people over estimate. ALOT.

There was one patron who guessed too little – and I love her for it. She is my favorite. Forever.

But my own mother and sisters – the sisters have all been recently pregnant themselves … guessed WAY TOO much … and, well … poop on them.

Glucose update

I keep forgetting to write a follow up on the glucose testing I went through last week. Or did I? Now I can’t remember. You see, amnesia. Uh, I think I wrote about the process of being poked too many times … but did I ever tell you the outcome? Oh who cares, you’re getting it again it I did already.

I’m normal. Well, mostly. My blood sugar does spike a bit after the first hour, but then goes back down into normal ranges and fixes itself over the next 2 hours. So they don’t see a need for alarm and I’m homefree to eat carbohydrates baby. Not excessively, moderately – but with passion. And the fruit I can continue to eat – I would have cried, alot, if I couldn’t eat my fruit.

We’re noticing a pattern in my eating here at the Schaap household. It’s not that I crave one certain food over and over again … it’s that I crave COLD food over and over again – fruit is awesome because you can make it bite size and stick it in the fridge and I’ll have atleast 2 hours of continuous healthy snacking, on COLD food. Pop cicles don’t really do the trick, they’re messy. It has to be something with substance, like a blizzard for instant. or Fruit.

And I know you love me when you keep the Brita water filter FULL of water on a regular basis, and the ice trays in the freezer STOCKED with ice … because you know I’m going to be at the water game for the entire 14 to 16 hours I’m awake during the day. LOVE ICE COLD WATER – HEAVY ON THE ICE.

So, in conclusion – of what I’m not sure, this post for one … it’s kinda random … anyway – I’m home free from the diabetes of gestational type and I like anything COLD, pretty much.

Time flies

As the calendar would have it I’m 31 weeks into this journey – which is loosely translated into 7 1/2 months or so. WOW. I mean, WOW. I remember the smell of the hotel room we were staying in when I took the pregnancy test – on a weekend away with my family. A Christmas present given to all the men in the family – to ride a real racecar on the Michigan International Speedway in Jackson, Michigan.

This was Mothers Day weekend 2004. I remember starting the journey to Jackson driving our RAV4 with my sister, sister-in-law and one of my nieces as passengers. I casually mentioned to them that I thought I might be pregnant and how I wanted to take a test later that evening, if possible.

We spent the day at the tracks, getting rides, taking pictures and making memories. After winding down I tried to find a reason to go to the store and in that reason I tried to fit my sister. My mom was only too happy to come to a store – I can’t remember what she thought she needed, but I remember thinking how impossible it was going to be to sneak a pregnancy test by her.

So my sister and I came up with a plan – mind you she had just given birth 5 months prior. The story was to be that SHE was in need of the test, therefore buying it, because she’s so afraid of getting pregnant again, she needs to check EVERY month to be sure.

My mom was a bit horrified, but totally bought the story – and I’m trying not to laugh in the checkout line as she’s purchasing this test and lying to our mom … FOR ME, I wanted to pee my pants from the anticipation of the moment.

I made it back to the hotel without spilling the beans and confessing that it was infact my pregnancy test – and my sister and I rushed up to my room to take it.

I took the test – and we waited about a minute, the package says to wait 3, but we couldn’t … so we cheated and looked early – it was, to our understanding, a negative read. There weren’t two lines and the line that was present was very faint.

I was bummed and my sister and I talked for a bit and then she left and Aaron and me were left alone to think about it and talk some more. He was a bit relieved, not to have to go through shock and excitement in this particular weekend and I was on the verge of crying.

I headed back into the bathroom to clean up and throw everything away when I looked down and saw another line. There were two lines. The test was positive. THE TEST WAS POSITIVE! I started giggling and jumping up and down and tearing all at once and Aaron came rushing into the bathroom to see me hunched over this little stick I had just peed on minutes before – he grabbed it from me as I was telling him “I’M PREGNANT!, WE’RE PREGNANT!!!” and he said “oh gees” with this grin on his face and a sparkle in his eye.

We tried to calm down a bit before heading out to meet up with my family again, but I had already grabbed the test as proof and starting proclaiming our pregnancy in the halls of the hotel.

Our lives changed that night. We were united in a way we had never been before. We were going to be parents in less than a year. Now its only weeks away and I can still smell the hotel room. I feel like I’ve been anticipating this for my whole life – and now it’s just around the corner.

We’ve watched my stomach grow and move and we’ve monitored the growth and development of our baby – we’ve prepared a home for him or her and picked out names and outfits and begun our own traditions – we’ve talked about everything under the moon and even though we think we’re ready, there will be surprises, unending surprises and hurdles. But the happiness and the sheer joy we’re about to embark on is outweighing any doubt or apprehension on my part.

I even found my first stretch marks today, and as sad as this might be to some of you, I’m elated. My mom has always had stretch marks, and she’s always been very self-conscious about them because she thought they were ugly. To me, being the youngest and never being able to see my mom pregnant, I was so thankful she had a memory of me on her body, something I could trace and touch and feel.

I think stretch marks on the female body are the most beautiful pieces of history in woman’s life. How can you be embarrassed of proof that such a miracle happened inside of you? And how are our daughters going to think of them if we as women and mothers alike are so obsessed about the outward or the shocking or the unsightly – beauty, to me, is more than just what’s on the inside or outside. It’s what you do with what you have on the inside to make the outside glow.

I have stretch marks, people. And I can’t wait to tell this baby all about them. Only a few weeks to go – amazing.


The baby had the hiccups last night 🙂


First time I’ve been still enough to feel what was going on was last night on the couch, crocheting. That’s right, I’m pregnant, bare foot most of the time and I crochet … baby hats, big hats, scarves, purses, blankets … I’m that girl.

I just had to share how exciting it was to feel hiccups in my belly that weren’t mine. I am so inlove with this miracle! I CANNOT wait to see my precious babies face, squinty little eyes dark as the night starring wildly around the room for the first time. And then those beautiful deep eyes will settle on mine and we’ll see eachother for the first time too – how awesome is that moment?

I’m flabbergasted at the awesomeness of this experience. What other Maker could so perfectly shape this life from our flesh and blood. I’m utterly spell bound.

“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. (An excerpt from Psalm 139).”