This new year has started out with a "BANG!" and I can't believe that January is nearly over. Only 3-6 more weeks until we meet out sweet baby boy and lord! I'm anxious!
So incredibly excited for my little bundle of wonderfulness to be out here in the world with me, instead of incessantly prodding my ribs with his little toes-- as he is doing while I type this... He must know I'm talking about him. But, while I am remaining calm and maintained to the rest of the world, inside my home and my heart I am going a little insane. For the last 33 weeks I was not concerned in the least about the labor or delivery process... Only determined that I do not want an epidural, unless extreme circumstances arise. However, week 34 hit and I have all of a sudden lost my mind and started crying all the time (over every little thing) and worrying that poor baby Ezra can't possibly fit out of the small opening through which every tiny human enters the world. I am in terribly back/sciatic/tailbone/pubic bone pain almost constantly... the last three days, Jon has almost had to carry me from place to place. On one hand, it's funny and on the other hand it's a little stupid. I feel like I complain every day that I am done being pregnant now... I'll probably be one of those people who stops halfway through delivery and says that I'm done. Haha. Honestly, though, I hate having anyone do anything for me and I am so stubborn that on the days when I do feel GREAT I completely overdo it (like yesterday, when I tried to do Zumba AND mop the kitchen floor on my hands and knees-- bad idea). It's killing me to have to put so much on Jon's plate. | As far as my actual physical health is concerned, I am "perfect" according to the doctor I saw on Monday. Zero weigh gain in Disney World, 121/80 blood pressure, a belly that is exactly the size it should be for being 8.5 months, great iron levels, and a healthy baby heartbeat. I'm so grateful for each one of those things in itself... Although, being so close to the end I am fighting the mindset of, "What does it matter if I eat whatever I want to now? If I gain 3 or 4 more pounds it won't really make that much of a difference...will it?" But, it will and the more pain I'm in the less I will be able to exercise. Self-control is the key! {Although, I'm pretty sure I ate half of our baker;s dozen of bagels from Panera by myself... *shame* Sincerely, starting to wonder if I will ever want a bagel again when I'm not pregnant.} Fortunately, my stretch marks are still minimal-- like little bruises on my left side and I am surprisingly less self-conscious about them than I thought I would be. I should probably just be thanking my lucky stars (if there were such things) that I don't look like a tiger attacked me...yet. (To the right, you will see my last two pics. The silhouette was taken in Florida... If you want to keep up us via pictures keep a close eye on the flickr account my hubby talked me into getting, which you can access at the top of this page, or visit our little one's hashtag on instagram #eisforezra) |
Six years old, I'm starting to think, is about the maximum age that you can take your kid to Disney and expect them to experience the "magic" of it, for lack of a better word. For instance, when Noah saw Pluto or Stitch he didn't think, "Yeah, there's a man in there that I don't really want coming near me; let's move on." He thought it was awesome and went over to get their autograph and a hug. Actually, he reminded me a lot of myself when I went to Disney with my parents.... I was shy of the characters (I don't like anything in costume where I can't see their face, even now!) and kinda felt awkward when they were friendly; but, Noah warmed up quickly. He is so much like Jon that way... When he warms up and takes to something/someone he goes for it 100%. ADD never did stop those McConnell boys haha!
One thing I definitely recommend for ANY parent that's taken their kid to Disney World for the 1st or the 4th time- something that the friends we went with suggested to me-- is to buy a set of Disney trading pins. There are mix-matched ones all over on eBay. I bought Noah a set of 25 for about $20. Once you get them, let your kid weed out a few that he wants to keep for sure and take the rest of them with you. Cast members all over the park have pins on lanyards or patches that hang from their belt and they are more than happy to trade pins with your child. They will take any pin the child gives them and let the trading child pick out which one they want from the cast member's collection. Your kid may have an ever rotating set of pins but, in the end, will come home with a nice selection.
It's kinda like a little treasure hunt after a while. On the last day that we were in Disney, Noah wanted a Stitch pin so bad!! I was so worried he wouldn't find one and that we would have to go to one of the souvenir shops and buy one for $8. But, he was rewarded for his patience and ended up with not one, but TWO, Stitch pins at the end of the day! I was really proud of him for being persistent.
My favorite thing at Disney has always been Epcot, just because I'm a nerd and like all the educational stuff--and the food! Hubby and I actually tried SNAILS when we had date night in France. It was purely accidental but, I have to admit, they tasted really good! Aside from that though, I was happy to be able to see the fireworks in Magic Kingdom which, somehow, I had never done before (even though this was my 4th time at Disney World)!
When we got home it was a major letdown to not have one little universal card that paid for anything you wanted, sent gifts to your room... and breakfast, lunch, and dinner was no longer automatic. Thank goodness, though... I ate so much on the trip! One night I skipped dinner and still woke up the next morning so sick that I was laying on the bathroom floor of our hotel room from the gluttony of the whole thing!
We also managed to do some maternity pics while we were there. Props to our friends at Island Creek Photography!