Monday, March 24, 2014

The verdict is in! We are having a...



As you can imagine, we are over the moon! I had thought she was a girl from day one. The day we found out we were expecting, I found myself saying "she." I told David about a month ago that I "already assume she is a girl. I just need them to verify it at this point!" I was just so certain. I realized if I was wrong, I don't think I would have been able to trust myself ever again! I was so sure! As soon as they said "its a girl!" my heart swelled. Don't get me wrong, if it had been a boy, I would have been so completely over the moon, but it would have taken a bit of switching gears, mentally at least! I was just so certain.

We had originally decided to announce the name when she was born, but we couldn't help it. We love hearing her name. Penelope. Sweet Penny. Our lucky Penny. Penny Darling. And we love being able to hear our friends and family refer to her by name, too. It is just the sweetest sound. Plus, we didn't have a single negative reaction to the name, so that of course made it even more enjoyable.

We had a little gender reveal this weekend, where my sister and mother in law took video and pictures. I hope hoping to be able to share that sometime soon as well! Lets just say lots of pink silly string was involved...

Happy Monday!

Monday, March 17, 2014

Boy or a Girl?

Because I can't find anything more productive to do with my mind! Today is the day! We find out if our little Lundle Bundle is a boy or a girl. And OHMYGOODNESS I can barely contain myself. Scratch that: no containing was even attempted since I woke up before my alarm clock this AM. I know. Things are getting real. I truly would be thrilled with either, and would love both at some point (God willing!) but I do have my guess, my gut feeling. And after today, I'll know if I am ever able to trust my gut feeling again, or if I'll throw it to the wind for the rest of my days.

Anyways, I set up a little poll (BECAUSE WHAT ELSE DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO WITH MYSELF AT A TIME LIKE THIS?) its to the right, you know, right here ----------->

I would love to know what you (who is "you" anyways at this point?) think. Any guesses?


Friday, March 7, 2014

6 things to keep in mind while dealing with a pregnant lady

What a mouthful for a title, right? I have been pregnant only for a short 4.5 months, but I have learned quite a bit about the do's and don'ts of  dealing with pregnant ladies! This is the most exciting and life changing time of our life (aside from marrying my sweetheart) but everything is changing, from personal space (#2) to crying at the drop of a hat (#6).

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1: Ask us about more than just being pregnant. We are still ourselves! We still have other interests, and social lives, and hobbies, and experiences. While baby is on my mind 95% of the time, I still want to feel like myself, like I, as an individual, still matter, and have not just evolved solely into a baby maker.

2: Be mindful of personal space! While some welcome it, there are plenty who would rather not be touched. While I have met a few girls who don't mind their bump being touched, those who do mind seem to far outweigh them. I don't blame them, though! It hasn't happened to me much yet, but people do get gutsy with prego's! While I am certainly pregnant, my body is still my body, that includes my belly. Personal space still very much exists, and all physical touching rules still apply! I think it is safe to say, that unless it is offered ("I felt a kick! Want to feel it?")  assume the "hands off" approach!  I haven't quite figured out a non-awkward way to turn down someone is asking to touch it, so if you found a gracious way of doing so, send it my way! I completely understand that this time is an exciting time for more than just David and I. Our family and friends are ecstatic, and we couldn't be more thankful for their excitement. But my body is changing, and growing, and moving, and stretching, and that is quite a bit for me to deal with at this point! The last thing I want to feel like is a science experiment, or an exhibit at the local petting zoo.  

3: Offer advice...but only when asked! We have gotten bombarded with advice, both from things we had already determined for raising our little babe, to things we hadn't come to yet (school is at least 5 years away, people!), both helpful and not applicable, sought out, and unsolicited. Give us a chance to ask, believe me, we will! 

4: If you want to shower the little babe with gifts, consider asking what the parents are in need of. There are lots of baby items we don't intend on getting, because we have made a conscious decision not to. But books? Send them our way! It is different for every family. 

5: Try not to say "I hope you have a        boy/girl!      !" Before we got pregnant, I was hands down one of those "I hope I have 1 boy first, and then a couple girls!" (because we all get to choose, right?) Now that I am on the other side of it, I 100% fall into the category of "I don't mind at all, I am just praying for a healthy baby." boooooring, I know. But it is the undeniable truth. Knowing that you have a preference, over something I have no control over, isn't the best to inform me of, especially if your preference isn't fulfilled. I love hearing what people think we're going to have, but thinking, and hoping, are vastly different. 

6: Please excuse my hormonal rages. If I cry at the drop of a hat (I do.) or get upset with you over your harmless remark (I might.) or act in any way different from pre-baby me, take it with a grain of salt. I am doing my best to control it! I have never said "I'm sorry" so much as I do now. And my cheeks have never felt so many tears (95% of the time they're happy tears). So, in advance, I apologize. 


Also, I got a 7" haircut:


Thursday, February 20, 2014

grow baby grow!


Baby is growing growing growing (Which of course means that I must too)! Aside from assuming that's what is happening in there, I have actually been able to feel quite a bit of it lately. Today marks 15 weeks for this little babe (who is officially the size of an orange, & weighing in at around 2.5 ounces.) & I am cramping & sore all over the my belly, which has never felt so good. Baby is truly growing like a weed, & as long as he/she doesn't try to surpass David's nearly 10 pound birth weight, we'll be cool.

We get to find out the sex in about 1 month, which is roughly 1 month too long. I can't tell you how many times I have been asked if we are hoping for a boy or a girl, a question I asked my pregnant friends as well before we were expecting. I can't pinpoint a single occurrence where the mom-to-be said one sex over the other. The always answer with the standard "as long as they are healthy." Which was soo annoying to me. I mean come on, you have to lean one way or the other, right? Just tell me! But now, I'm in their shoes, and I completely get it. I truly don't care, I just pray they are healthy. Sure, I have a huge gut feeling for what baby is. I'm actually so certain of it that I don't want to say it here, In case I am right (surprises are fun, right?)! But I would not be disappointed in the least if it turns out we are incorrect. Surprised? Oh yes! But not disappointed, what so ever.

I get weekly updates on my phone, telling me all the new things baby has learned to do in the past week or will learn in the coming week. It also shares some interesting pregnancy symptoms that can show up at different times. This includes morning sickness (of course) & fatigue as well as some sore ta-ta's, swollen & bloody gums, crazy dreams, aversions to certain foods, etc. I truly can't believe it, but the only ones I have felt thus far are the fatigue & crazy dreams (which, by the way, I don't mind one bit. they are insane).


Anywho, brief update.
Have a great evening friends!

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Honesty.

Guys, I feel like this should be a place of honesty. No secrets. All our dirty laundry should blow freely in the wind.
Lets just promise that everything I say here today doesn't leave this blog. that's possible, right internet?
Good. The internet is such a trusting place.

How about I just start with my darling husband's reaction to what I am about to tell you. Which I have documented thanks to our company IM's. (we work at the same place AND we get to chat all day! Lund's for the win.)

Davey:
hahaha
that is so disgusting

Davey:
seriously so nasty


I'm not sure he will ever look at me the same.

Anyways. It all started out like a regular morning. I grabbed my cherished sesame bagel from the freezer at home. It was from my favorite local bagel place, where I had just grabbed half a dozen the weekend before and carefully paced myself so they wouldn't be gone in an afternoon (completely doable guys.) I get to work, throw my things carelessly at my desk and head straight for the kitchen where my cream cheese was awaiting me. I stick that sucker in the toaster, wait the excruciating 2 minutes it takes to get that perfect golden color, then slather that perfect 1:1 bagel/cream cheese ratio on that bad boy. Giving any further proof to Pavlov's Dog theory by salivating at the mere thought of eating that sucker. But then it happened. Time stopped and stood still as I watched half of my glorious bagel tumble from my flimsy paper plate and crash CREAM CHEESE SIDE DOWN onto the floor.

I am certain my heart dropped faster than that bagel did. Thankfully, before I had the "why me, God, why!?" moment on my knees, the quick thinking side of me grabbed that bagel half off the ground, scraped off the remaining cream cheese, slathered another layer on, and ate it.

I ate it guys. I am officially resorting to eating food off of the floor.  What has pregnancy done to me?!*

*disclaimer: it is very possible I would have done this pre-pregnancy as well. But the world will never know. 

So not only is my ability to know what is socially acceptable and what is not completely out the window, but patience has gone with it:



Davey:
i would have let you buy another bagel 8:08 AM
Mckenzie Lund:
but that would have been another 20 minutes at LEAST.


This baby is making me do crazy things!