This body ain’t big enough for the both of us…

Well, my third trimester hit me like a freight train. It’s like one day I woke up and suddenly I was very uncomfortable and sore and waddling around like a penguin (very attractive, I know). It didn’t do much for my ego when someone at church finally asked if I was pregnant and said, “You were walking like you were pregnant, but I didn’t know for sure, so that’s why I asked.” I’m just lucky I guess that that pelvic ligament thing that is supposed to stretch during pregnancy is stretching in such a way that it is severely painful. And you never knew I bet how important that muscle/ligament was because apparently you use it to walk, lift your legs, turn in bed, etc etc.

Things had been going very well until one day Pat wasn’t feeling too hot and apparently spread it to Lydia. So after a few days of waking up at night, having a fever, and just feeling crummy, she finally started to improve, but then I got muscle soreness from head to toe. I never felt full blown sick, but I’ve never had literally every single muscle group in my body be so incredibly sore (without having the flu or something). I was afraid it was due to pregnancy, but the doctor said it wasn’t and thought I had H1N1 (swine flu) even though I never got full blown sick. I found out yesterday that she discussed it with the pediatricians down the hall (because I had this weird throat thing) and it was probably another virus that I forget the name of. I’m very thankful the full body soreness went away (I was on Tylenol 24 hrs just so I could move without excruciating pain), but during that 1-2 weeks I stopped being able to exercise and was not up on what I was eating. So now I’m 7 lbs ahead of schedule which is depressing, but thinking about it just makes me want to eat chocolate (thus not helping the problem). Here’s a picture of me at 30 weeks. I figured it was about time I put one up because Mallory already posted 2 and Auntie Rachie 1 and they’re way behind me. As you can see, I have both of them beat (Mal and Rachie – don’t feel bad. It’s not a good thing. Stay small for as long as possible!!)

Other than that, things are going well. Our baby girl is jumping all around regularly. It’s always my favorite part to feel the baby’s feet and elbows and knees. Pat and I have resorted to getting a name book because we just can’t agree this time around. Pat comes up with all these names he loves (and I like too), but I feel like he named Lydia and so I want more input with this one. Apparently he hates all my names though and on top of that we have a huge combined family so a lot of the names I like are a relative’s or a relative of a relative’s already.

Halloween
Horribly belated I know, but better late than never! So I wanted Lydia to have a creative costume (not just one of those jumpsuits you buy at Walmart now for every child), but it had to be less than $5 and require little to no effort on my part :). Fortunately, my friend Eliza offered an old costume her little girl wore in the past and I loved it. So, for Halloween Lydia was a chicken. I thought it very fitting because for a while her nickname was Chicken Lydi. (In truth, Pat brought up that he thinks it’s actually a duck because of the flat bill and the webbed feet, but I like chicken better so we’re gonna go with that).

Lydia was going through her “stranger” faze at this time so we thought she’d just cry on any attempts at trick-or-treating and Pat would just have to carry her everywhere. So we practiced at home, where she would knock on the laundry room door, I would open it up and put some candy in her bucket. Although we tried, she never ended up saying “treat” (we tried to shorten it to an attainable goal), but she got VERY excited seeing her bucket fill. She even got to the point where she’s knock by herself…it was so cute. So Halloween night we set out with our friends the Fairbanks to go trick-or-treating down our street. We’d put Lydia on the top step and have her walk to the door by herself. And she did so well! Not one tear – not even close. She actually loved it and would have gone on to another street if Kambria (their 3 year old daughter) hadn’t pronounced she was freezing to death and had to return. Below is a movie of Lydia trick-or-treating. It true Reality TV fashion, I completely staged it. I didn’t want any of our neighbors thinking how weird I was whipping out the camera to record Lydia so it’s at my house with Eliza answering our door. And I know I’m biased, but I think she’s just the cutest thing in the world doing this all by herself!! (the giant chicken costume helps too). And even if she was being pushed to the side by bigger kids, she would totally inch her way to the door on her own; she was holding her own ground for sure). Oh, and I kept having her say Thank You in sign language (touch your hand to your chin and bring in straight down) and you can see that a tiny bit. Unfortunately our neighbors need to know sign language to know she was trying to say thank you. I think one woman thought she was blowing kisses or something.
Click Here for Movie –> dscn2990_med.MOV
Afterwards we came back to the house and made doughnuts. This was a tradition in Pat’s family (to make them instead of going trick-or-treating) and we thought it’d be a fun one to adopt. Having the Fairbanks over made it more fun too – and there was less pressure for me to consume ALL the doughnuts. I found a recipe that was supposed to mimic Krispy Kreme and it totally worked! Here’s Pat with his AMAZING doughnuts.

I’m usually against certain homemade foods, because I actually prefer the store/processed ones, but I was so completely impressed with these. Don’t they look awesome?! Instead of the classic Krispy Kreme glaze, we decorated with frosting and various toppings. It was fun and very delicious :).
Pat even successfully made a giant doughnut to celebrate Eliza’s birthday.

I have more updates on day to day life, but I think this post is long enough for now!

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