Dear Baby Girl

Dear Baby Girl (aka, the Alien),

I’ve been lovingly calling you “the alien” ever since we saw your 3D mug shot on the ultrasound.  That, or Oompa Loompa, due to that fabulous orange tint you have. If you take after me, it’s the darkest your skin will ever be, so enjoy the tan while you can.  You are gorgeous just the way you are and I cannot get enough of you.

I can feel you kicking all the time these days.  Every kick feels like the first, and it surprises me and fills me with joy.  I never knew I’d be so proud of your kicks.  If your dad is around when you kick, I instantly grab his hand and put it on my belly – hoping he can feel you.  Right now it feels like you’re practicing a tap dance routine, or perhaps you’re running through some karate drills or Morse code?  Whatever it is, keep it up.  Kick high and hard, little mama!

22.7 weeks preggers!!

This weekend I became officially pregnant (translation = I popped).  Out of the blue, my belly got noticeably bigger in one day!   It was remarkable!

We are nearly 23 weeks along with you which means we’ll get to meet you in about 17 weeks!  I know your birthday is still so far away, but I can’t help but wonder when the big day will come.  Will you make it to your due date, or be stubborn and hang on until June?  Wouldn’t it be cool if you were born on our wedding anniversary – June 12?  I suspect the doctor won’t let you cook that long, but we’ll see.  I think it would be lovely.  Your grandpa Millsap was born on his parents’ first anniversary and I always loved that.   Your dad will be thrilled that it’s one less important date to remember!  A win win for all.

We’re planning your nursery now and it’s so much fun!  I went shopping for your nursery with your grandma Millsap last weekend.  I look forward to shopping with you when you’re older.  That is, if you’re into shopping.  Something tells me you will be – you’re half a Millsap after all!   We bought your crib the other night – which was an impressive feat after hours and hours of looking online for the perfect bed for you.  Everything is starting to feel very real.  You’ll be ours in a matter of months!  I cannot wait to hold you in my arms for the very first time.  I’ve been singing (sorry about that) and talking to you so you’ll recognize the sound of my voice when you arrive.

Your dad and I love you so much, our beautiful baby girl…even if you look like an alien right now.

Our love,

Mom and Dad

Favorite Things Friday

Okay kiddies….I’m starting a new feature here on Adventures in Cheeseland called Favorite Things Friday! Original, eh?  I want to share with you my favorite things…and the list is plentiful.  I’m a pretty passionate person…about everything.  I have lots of favorites.  Tons!  But I’m also quite discerning and super opinionated, and I do not dole out “favorite” ratings to just anything.  This is serious stuff.  We’re talking FAVORITES!

So, with that scintillating introduction, shall we get this party started?  I say yes.   Here are two of my favorite things in the world that made the list today because, 1) I smelled how awesome my shirt smells, and 2) I just devoured and immensely enjoyed the other, just as I sat down to write a post.  Pure strategery, people.

ECOS Magnolia and Lily Laundry Detergent

Ecos Magnolia & Lily: The wonder detergent!

As my darling husband can attest, I am completely, 100%, un-apologetically obsessed with this laundry detergent.   I began using ECOS Magnolia and Lily Laundry Detergent a few years ago when I was trying to go more natural with my household products.  At first sniff, you might not be that impressed.  But once you wash your laundry with it…whoa.  The gorgeous scent this environmentally-responsible detergent imparts on my clothing, sheets, and towels is so delicious!  I literally cannot stop smelling my shirt sleeve when I’m wearing a freshly-washed garment.  Don’t even get me started on how I feel about slipping into our bed made with freshly-washed sheets.  Total bananas!

Fannie May Candies Pixies

Fannie May Pixies = pure joy

What up, Chicagoans?!  If you’re a Chicagoan, then you know about Fannie May.  The beloved Chicago chocolate institution has  been making delectable chocolates for more than 85 years, and for good reason.  They’re sensational!  Everyone has their favorite lollie from Fannie May, but mine is most certainly the Pixie, Fannie May’s gourmet version of the Turtle – a chocolate covered caramel and pecan piece of magic.  They are gooey, rich, substantial and amazing.  Enough said.  And, in 6th grade, my first boyfriend, Andy, surprised me by giving me a box of Pixies the day before Christmas break, signed “from your secret admirer”.  How cute is that?!  I’ve loved them ever since.  Good news Madison folk – there’s a Fannie May right here in Madison at the Hilldale Mall.  Get yourself some.

So with that, I wish you a very happy weekend friends!  I’m visiting my family and friends in Chicago for the weekend, mostly under the guise of baby shopping.  I’m not shopping for a baby, but rather, stuff for the baby that I am making.  Let the games begin!

Sugar and Spice

Hello friends!  It’s been an exciting week since I last posted!   With all of the post-holiday frenzy, New Year’s Eve, New Year’s Day, and my 33 (gasp!) birthday, I’ve had a lot to celebrate this past week.  But none of those wonderful events could even compare to the excitement and exhilaration of getting to see our darling little baby on the monitor during our 20 week ultrasound on Wednesday.  It was pure bliss.  The best part, of course, was the long-awaited confirmation of the baby’s sex.  After the initial relief of confirming that the baby was indeed at least one of the two sexes we knew about, Dan and I both realized at the same moment that were staring at our little girl. 

Yes, that’s right!!  We’re having a girl!!!!!!!  And, we couldn’t be more thrilled, because frankly, girls rock.  Boys rock, too.  We’re just happy as clams right now.

In the words of my darling mother, “Let the shopping begin!”  And shop she did.  To celebrate this good news, she sent us the baby her first care package filled to the brim with darling pink and delicate and polka-dotted outfits, burp clothes, bibs, and receiving blankets.  LOVE.  Just opening the package and reading my mother’s sweet words brought tears to my eyes – a pure and honest reaction to the beauty of this whole experience.  We finally know.  I cannot wait to meet her.

May she have my husband’s dashing good looks, my fun-loving personality, and her daddy’s big, fat, nerd brain and athletic talent.  Or, perhaps she’ll inherit my sister’s artistic skill.  Or, maybe she’ll have the soulful voice of her aunt Jennifer.  Or maybe… she’ll love ballet and volleyball and fashion and travel like I do.  Or…she’ll be a devotee of Dungeons and Dragons like… well, no one we’re related to.  But if that’s her bag, then we’ll support her all the way and gosh darn it, we’ll buy her the cutest damn Dungeons and Dragons outfits or tote bags or whatever the hell you bring to a Dungeons and Dragons tournament.

No matter what or who our beloved girl will turn out to be, we’re already more in love with her than we ever thought possible.  We have our work cut out for us for the next 4.5 months, with a nursery to design and create, baby classes to take, strollers and cribs and car seats to research…. oh my.  This To Do list has never looked more awesome.