Belly

Bored of belly updates? Well there isn't much else going on around here these days.

37 Weeks on the left right before Bunco and 38 Weeks on the right on Halloween.

























39 Weeks on the left.  I didn't make it to 40 weeks with River, so I thought this would be my last belly picture.  In one of my belly updates, I made a comment about pulling my second favorite shirt of all time out of retirement... well here is my number one favorite shirt of all time.  You can see in the picture on the right that it used to fit a little differently.

I've honestly tried to give this shirt to the Goodwill so many times.  It's not like I can wear it anymore, but I have an odd attachment to it.  Once, I even had it packed in a trash bag full of other clothes and as I tossed it into the donation bin, I could see it through the plastic.  I started to drive off and then stopped my car, jumped out and ran back to rescue it.  The D.I. workers thought it was pretty hilarious.







Drum roll please... My 40 Weeks Belly Shots.  Seriously, that belly is at maximum capacity.  To The Cub... Come out soon baby.  Not only are my arms aching to hold you, but I literally might split in half if you wait much longer and that is never good.

By the way, River has informed me in no uncertain terms that this is his "poppy" pillow.  How can I wrestle it away from a face like that?

 

Rumbles and Grumbles

(Sorry River... we need the crib.)


We are super close to the end.  In fact, I had a doctors appointment today that I almost forgot about.  I hadn't bothered writing it on the calendar, because I was so positive I wouldn't need it.  I now have a doctor's appointment for next Tuesday and haven't written it on the calendar either.  Let's hope history doesn't repeat itself.

I trust my baby and my body to deliver when the time is right.  I was just hoping their timing would agree with my brains timing.  My brain wanted to deliver before my face got fat, but noooo, we had to wait one more week.  Most women don't tend to gain a lot of weight the last part of their pregnancy.  Some women even lose a little, but not me.  I am like a cotton candy machine, just collecting weight from the air circling around me.  It doesn't matter what I eat/don't eat, or how much I walk, the weight just really starts to pile on... like my body is preparing for WWIII.

Oh well... I'm enjoying the last few days of this little one moving inside me.  The Cub has been quite the mover and I am going to miss it, but I can't wait to look into his eyes.

Every pregnancy is different and this one has brought much more random aches and pains.  I will be walking around, fine as can be and then it feels like someone has grabbed the tendons between my groin and quads and snapped them like rubber bands   It is not a sensation you want to feel... trust me.  I've been brought to my knees more than once.  I have a lot harder time sleeping than I did with River.  It's weird, because I am not any bigger, but everything is a lot more sore.  I attribute it to running around after a toddler all day instead of taking it easy and reading a book like I did with my first pregnancy.

River has thankfully started to nap again.  (I say this while holding my breath and keeping my fingers crossed.)  He hadn't napped in two weeks and I was devastated with the timing.  He's almost three and my friends are split about 50/50 on their 3 three year olds that nap and don't.  I know he will outgrow it eventually, but I didn't want to deal with that transition right on top of having a newborn.  I prayed and prayed for at least six more months of napping and just when I was about to give up, he took a nap.  Yay!!!!  So, I am hoping it sticks.

I took River to a siblings class at the hospital.  He was the only boy in it.  All the little girls were so good holding their baby dolls.  River wouldn't touch the thing... until the nurse pointed out that babies have a soft spot on their heads that you aren't supposed to touch.  All the little girls were horrified by my soft spot crushing little boy, who simultaneously was saying, "Look mom... a soft spot, a soft spot!"  I wonder if I can get my five dollars back?

I love my family so much.  My husband just cleaned the inside of my car way better than I ever could and he set up the car seats for me.  River is an endless bundle of energy, but he is happiest when he is making us laugh and I am amazed at what he comes up with.  The Cub is a rock star.  I can already tell and Noodle is my kindred napping/chocolate eating spirit.  Just in case post partum issues creep up on me, or run over me with a bulldozer like they did last time, I want all my guys to know how happy they make me.

Luke and Kristy

Well my prediction on having the baby today turned out to be just wishful thinking, so, as to not repeat history, I will blog about Luke and Kristy's wedding before I get lost in baby land the second time around and three more years wiz by.

I actually really like weddings.  I like to see what colors they picked and what flowers.  I like to find out if it's just because they liked them, or if there is a more personal reason why.  I like to watch the cake cutting and first dances and hear what songs they picked.  I love catching up with all the other family members that come and watching videos or seeing pictures of the couple growing up.

And this is why it is so "INTERESTING" going to a wedding with your two year old.  All your conversations are cut short as your little man escapes your arms and runs down a hallway, into a crowd and you must follow after him.  I was in the bathroom changing a diaper when the cake cutting was happening and I was calming a crying little guy from a big fall during one of the dances.  Even with Bear doing most of the River duty, since it was my side of the family at the wedding, I feel like I got an average of 15 seconds of conversation, before I had to run after my babe.

Despite my frenzied ability to pay attention and despite the torrential rains and tornado warnings, causing a last minute change inside, Luke and Kristy's wedding was beautiful and just the right combination of elegant and fun.  I was so thankful to get to be a part of my little brother's wedding.  It had been planned for a year and when I found out I was pregnant in the spring, I was a little worried it might be too close to my due date to travel.  It all worked out.  Kristy handled the last minute changes to her wedding better than any bride out there... way better than I would have.  There was not one complaint all night and everything was fabulous!

Like I said, I wasn't always present at the big moments, so I am filling in the gaps with some of the professional pics and my cousin Sarah's photo's that are pretty awesome too.

For a wedding that was supposed to be outside, they sure made it gorgeous inside in a hurry.

It wasn't the long march down a staircase to the gazebo in the middle of a vineyard that she had planned, but that is one nice aisle to walk down.

Waiting for the ceremony to start... 35 weeks and swollen feet!  Have you noticed a theme at my siblings weddings.  They like for me to be big, fat and pregnant in all the pictures.  My mom is worried I can only get pregnant if a sibling is getting married and now I am out of siblings.  Here's to hoping that won't be a problem.

He was making funny faces in every picture, but my little man could not have been more handsome in suit.  Thanks Rocky for letting us borrow it!

Doesn't this face just say, "I'm going to keep you on your toes tonight!"

Thankfully, we had raisins and fruit snacks to get us through the ceremony.  He kept saying, "Uncle Luke gets mawied."  Notice the suit jacket is already off.  Well, we tried.

Sealed with a kiss.

Always nice to be smiling after the biggest commitment of your life... and the next!

Time to eat... Of course if you get married in KC you eat barbecue baby... no matter how fancy the wedding is.

Time for cake.  It all started out so polite...

But then this happened.

Like any good Fields girl though, Kristy gives as good as she gets!

Where I was while all this was happening... well if you have to be in a bathroom, they don't get much prettier than this one.

A shout out to the awesome groom's cake.  Yes, that is a cake and it tasted much better than the bitter taste of defeat the Tiger's had to swallow that night.  They got killed by Alabama.  It was ugly.

The first dance was to... I have no idea... The things you can't remember only a month later.  I blame pregnancy brain.

I'm pretty sure the mother/son dance was to "I Hope You Dance".

River liked watching the dances, while sneaking ever so slowly towards the flower girl.  He might look innocent in this picture, but it was only seconds later that his hand started sliding under her dress!  Not kidding!

Play live music and good luck getting my little man off the dance floor.  I was so glad Bear was here to do most of the dancing this time.

 His shirt kept getting more and more unbuttoned. We were about to have a Latin dancer on our hands.

My little man got all smoochie with me for a second.  What a sweetie!

 Yeah... he's a heart breaker.

Some of my cute family members.  We don't let the ugly ones take pictures.

A cute shot of me and my dad.

I think this is a must if you get married in October.  It was prettier without my flash.

The bride having too much fun in the photo booth.  So did we, but I'll save those incriminating photos for when I'm famous.

I'm glad there was a break in the rain.  These pictures were too much fun.

 Does it get any more magical???

 Oh wait... It does.

Wedding Post #3

Usually wedding years and baby years rotate in my life, but this year, I've been invited to as many weddings as baby showers.  I am way behind on posting about them, but before I start, I wouldn't feel right if I didn't travel back in time and do the third and final post on my sister's wedding.  I had a baby before I could get to it and then got lost in baby land for three years, so before the past repeats itself...  Post One, Post Two and now on the eve of their third anniversary... the highly anticipated and long awaited... Post Three.

After a three year delay, the details are fuzzy.  Here's what I remember.  The desert sunset across her ceremony was picturesque, the train that barreled down the tracks for five minutes right when the ceremony began was humorous, but a bit stressful for my husband who was performing the ceremony, my emotions were a little bi-polar... I was happy, having a great time with friends and family and yet... still kind of felt like someone was stealing my sister, (Aren't parents supposed to feel that way?  I guess I've been known to act like a second mom at times, but only in the most annoying and holier than thou kind of way.)  and finally... I remember with perfect clarity how beautiful my sister looked.  Ahhhhhh-Maze-Ing!!!

Told Ya!

Beautiful Mom/Beautiful Daughter

I might have been the Matron of Honor, but Parisa was the Wedding Miracle Worker.  I'm sad I don't have a better picture of her.  She planned, cooked, decorated and basically brought the whole thing together.  We love her.

 Something Blue

The gorgeous desert location... Nipton, California

Jessica makes it even prettier.

 The fun perma-tents we got to stay in.  Like camping, but with air conditioning.... which we needed, even in November.

The old LA gang reunites... boy I look young here.  I think my child has aged me.

The inside of the perma-tents.  Did I say camping???  I use that term very loosely.  They were nice.

With my dad getting ready to head out for the ceremony.  One last go team Fields cheer!

 Heading down the aisle.

Towards the most respectable Reverend ever... we called my husband the Ministainer. (Like Joey on Friends)

The sunset was awesome.  I should have gotten a picture of the train.  I was too busy trying not to laugh at the timing.

Did I tell you my cute brother was one of my sister's bridesmaids?  He grew his hair out just to fit in.  His one condition... "I am not walking down the aisle arm and arm with a dude."

I kind of like the wind blown hair in this picture and I LOVE her snap dragon bouquet.  Great job Parisa.

 A tower of cupcakes, instead of the traditional wedding cake.  I was pregnant, so I had to try one of every kind.

Hey Jess and Josh, how bout one more picture before you get to eat... No?  Okay then.

Entering into the old school house that had been set up for the dinner.

This picture does no justice to the beauty and feel of the inside of the school house.  I wish I had some of the professional pics to share with you.

Back outside for the dancing.  Their first dance was to... I have no idea... the things you forget in three years.

Father daughter dance to... Again I don't remember, but I am pretty sure it was by Crosby, Stills and Nash.

The bouquet toss.

The garter toss... by the way, my sister's legs were so in shape.  I guess that is what ultra marathon running will do for you.  I'll have to give that a try.  If you can't hear me... I am currently choking on my laughter.

Oh Reverend... you are so respectable... and is it just me, or does River look like he's trying to punch right out of my belly here.

Speaking of my belly... it was getting molested all night and usually by repeat offenders...

Suspect #1 Brooke

Suspect #2 The Bride

Nothing says classy wedding like your pregnant bridesmaid holding a beer bottle.

Having fun...

Until...

It was time to say goodbye.  Boo.  I'm not going to lie.  It was pretty emotional for me and I think only half of it was pregnancy hormones.

The get-a-way car.

Riding off into the sunset... well it was already dark, but you get the idea.

At least I still get to hang out with these fools.

And load up on the candy favors... sugar high baby!

Mission accomplished!

Rocking it the next day with my 32 weeks pregnant belly and sweat pants.

Noodle was so ready to go home.  Little did he know his home would soon include a tail pulling toddler.

The End!

Happy Three Year Anniversary Jessica and Josh!