25 Week Update

How far along are you:  25 weeks

Fruit: Baby Boy is the size of a rutabaga 

Baby bump: Oh the bump, the reason I could not reach the bathroom sink in our hotel room this weekend. My lap is also running out of room for Ryan.

Gender: BOY!!!

Stretch Marks: Still lotioning liberally and praying frequently.

Sleep: Getting a lot, a lot better now that my cold is going away.

Cravings: Still mini conversation hearts

What Makes Me Wanna Gag: Empty stomach strikes again. 

Exercise: Walking up the steps? That crap is hard!!

Mood: Peaceful

Movement: All the live long day... and evening.... and early morning

Favorite thing this week: Mr. Berg and I had a great weekend away. It was really nice to just relax, eat awesome food, catch up on sleep and see Garth Brooks

Excited For: Finishing the basement project, cleaning out the office and turning it into Baby Boy's room. 

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The Calm Before the Storm

This morning I had my monthly doctor's appointment to check on Baby Boy Berg's progress. At 24 weeks, 5 days, I am measuring right on schedule at 25 weeks. Our doctor thinks that Baby Boy might be head down but she wasn't certain. He's still small so it's difficult to tell. Plus, he has plenty of room so he can change positions as he deems fits.

My blood pressure is beautiful and I haven't had any unusual swelling, headaches or vision changes so far. All are very good things. All and all, I left my appointment this morning feeling pretty peaceful. All is well, we can't ask for better then that. 

Sure, there are plenty of things that need to be done. My To-Do list is growing by the minute and the list of days in which is get things done is getting shorter and shorter. It would be easy to have a full on meltdown right now, understandable even. But I refuse to give in to the chaos. I'm trying to enjoy these last three months, even when I feel like a moose, even when I sneeze and have to change my pants, even when it takes me 30 minutes to get of the floor after playing with Ryan. The worries about my health, the feeling tired, the endless to do list, it's all temporary. It's all fleeting.

I think this knowledge comes with being a second time mom. It doesn't make it less scary or less busy or less anything. There is just a peace that comes with it. 

Of course, if you ask me about any of this next week, and I might very well be changing my mind. You see, the month of February is calm. March, April and May.... not.so.much.

I started scrolling through my outlook calender this morning and I started to get that need to hyperventilate feeling. There is just so much going on. Meetings, appointments, dinners, non profit events, the list goes on and on and on. I have faith it will work out. 

Now, if someone could send a magical fairy to finish painting our basement and a organizational expert to talk my husband through cleaning out his office, I'd be ever so appreciative. 

The Thing That Happened in the Board Room

Pregnancy has it's perks. People give you their seats, no one allows you to carry anything, not one person will judge you when you buy a two pound bag of candy hearts at the store... there are certainly benefits.

There are, on the other hand, some pregnancy related down falls as well. There's sciatic pain, strange looks from acquaintances who aren't sure if they should or shouldn't mention your huge belly, heart burn and the worst, at least for me, lack of bladder control. Sneezing, sudden coughing fits and laughter have become some what of a nightmare....

When I got the stomach flu last month, the lacking bladder control left much to be desired. When I first got sick, rather suddenly I should add, I totally peed myself. My poor, poor maternity Sevens... they will never be the same. Thankfully, I was smart and was able to quickly get myself cleaned up, run a load of laundry and dig out my leftover hospital U-Boat pads before the next round. I saved many a pair of pants that day,

I wasn't so lucky this past Wednesday....


The first Wednesday of every month I attend a board meeting for a local non-profit. The meeting is held in a fancy, schmancy board room at a local office. (Did I mention they just redid the carpets?)

.......(those poor carpets)......

Anyway.....


I left for the meeting earlier then ususal to run a few errands. Before leaving my office, I made my typical pit stop. After running my errands and arriving at the meeting location, I made another pit stop. The meeting only lasted 45 minutes, I should have been in good shape....

Should have being the key phrase.....

About 10 minutes into the meeting my throat started to get scratchy, thanks to a head cold I've been nursing. I grabbed a water bottle and hoped for the best.

The water did well to sooth my throat, but I had to keep sipping on it to ensure I didn't bust into a coughing fit.

With 5 minutes left, I was out of water but my throat seemed to be soothed.

(or so I thought)

As the meeting ended and people started to file out, I made pleasantries with a few colleagues and started to make my way out of the building.

Just as I left the board room and turned the corner, it happened: A sudden coughing fit.


I didn't even have time to react.

I felt my pants suddenly become wet and warm and a trickle appeared near my ankle.

Ohsweetmercifuljesus... I'm 32 and I just peed myself

I quickly glanced behind me and to my side, realizing no one was near by I let out a sigh of relief...
which caused me to cough.... and pee.... again.

At this point it was either cry or laugh, and laugh I did, all the way out of the building and to my car.... peeing all the way.

And then it wasn't so funny..... I was standing in the middle of a sub zero parking lot, in the middle of evening rush hour in our downtown business district, in pee soaked dress pants.

Have I ever mentioned my car has suede seats?....

Yeah, it does.


After a quick assessment of my surroundings I was left with few choices:

A. Drive home fully dressed, sitting on the one towel I had in my car then may or may not be covered in sippy cup spills

B. Go back inside and dry my pants on the hand dry in the bathroom, while hoping no one walks in.

C. Somehow remove pants and drive home in undies, on the towel that may or may not be covered in spills?

I was going to go for option A but quickly realized my pants contained more "fluids" then my towel was capable of holding. Plus, the odds of not coughing again weren't exactly in my favor.

I couldn't go back into the building and use the hand dryer as I knew several other meeting were soon wrapping up- thus key bathroom time.

So, option C was.

Unfortunately, my belly is just big enough that removing my pants in my car would be next to impossible.

Thankfully, I was parked close enough to the car next to me that opening my driver side door and passenger to create enough of a barrier no one could see what I was doing.  Well, until I needed to close the doors and hop in.

Thanks to God's perfect timing and a sudden energy surge I was able to remove my pants, shut the passenger door and jump in the drivers seat before my soggy buns were on display for the general public. 

15 minutes later I was home, in the shower, hoping to flush the memory of my board room tinkle from my mind.

Too bad hindsight makes it funny!

24 Week Update

How far along are you:  24 Weeks! I realized this morning as I was getting ready for work that today is also viability day.While I hope Baby Berg cooks for as long as possible, it's nice knowing we've reached this milestone.

Fruit: As of Friday Baby Boy weighed about a pound and he's about as long as an ear of corn. He's in the 55th percentile for his size, which makes him slightly bigger then his brother was at this point. If I remember correctly, Ryan was in the 50th.

Baby bump: Feeling very large and in charge

Maternity Clothes: Yes and I am so sick of them.... can we have warm weather soon? I would love to wear some of my short sleeve stuff.

Gender: BOY!!!

Stretch Marks: I'm doubting I will get through this pregnancy without getting new ones. This belly, oh my goodness.....

Sleep: Lately, miserable. I have a cold that won't quit and it's making me miserably stuffy. I woke up at 3am completely unable to breathe out of my nose. It sucks!

Cravings: Mini Conversation Hearts.... I just bought a two pound bag of them. I need an intervention.

What Makes Me Wanna Gag: The smell of hard boiled eggs, or scrambled eggs... well, let's just say cooked eggs in general.

Exercise: Ryan.. I really need to get into my prenatal Pilates. I think it would help my sore hamstrings and perhaps encourage Baby Boy is not get stuck under my rib cage.

Mood: Excited! I'm ready to pick out furniture and get this boy's room ready

Movement: Yes and getting stronger every day

Favorite thing this week: We have a boy!

Excited For: Weekend getaway with the hubs :) Even though it might snow, which would be tragic.

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Let the Games Begin....

We have a very healthy. very cute, very active, baby BOY!!!


I'm 2 for 2 :)


(I am also out numbered in a major way)


I cannot begin to explain my excitement for this little boy. All my life I grew up thinking/hoping I would be a Boy Mom one day.  When we found out Ryan was a boy, I felt as if my dreams were coming true. As he grew, I always kept a secret hope in my heart he would have a brother some day. Don't get me wrong, he would be just as awesome with a Baby Sister and he would be with a Baby Brother. But to me, there's just something special about having a brother. Maybe it's because I have a brother. I just think brothers are awesome.

A few people have asked me if I'm sad I'm not having a girl. I think my answer is best described as no, not really. Sure, I am sad I would get to do the Mother/Daughter things that my mom and I do. Our relationship is awesome and there is a small part of me that's sad I won't get that for myself. We attended a mother/daughter tea on Saturday and as I watched all the sweet little girls, dressed up with their dolls and their teacups, I certainly felt a pang of sadness. However, I also saw a lot of Moms and Daughter who were both adults and I'm sad we'll get that for ourselves too.

All and all. I am thrilled beyond belief that I have an adorable, healthy and active son growing in my tummy. I cannot wait to get his room ready for him. I cannot wait to meet him.

Although I'm a little nervous about naming him.... Mr. Berg and I have zero ideas.
We named Ryan in 5 minutes flat, this one will take a little longer....



Welcome to our family baby boy. I hope you know what you're getting into :)

23 Week Update

How far along are you:  23 Weeks- About time we figure out what this baby is, wouldn't you think?

Fruit: Baby weighs about the same as a mango and is about the size of a grapefruit

Baby bump: I am smuggling a basketball

Maternity Clothes: Pretty much always

Gender: This is funny: I am thinking boy until proven otherwise. Mr. Berg is starting to waiver. Ryan says he's having a baby sister but if you ask him if the baby is a boy or a girl, he says boy.

Stretch Marks: Other then what is already there, nothing new

Sleep: Oh my goodness, these over vivid pregnancy dreams are nuts. I had a dream earlier this week that was so life like I woke up crying and upset. Mr. Berg thinks it's hysterical.

Cravings: Ice Water, Ice Tea and Mini Conversation Hearts

What Makes Me Wanna Gag: Empty stomach

Exercise: Ryan

Mood: Annoyed but with nothing pregnancy related.

Movement: This kid loves to move around mid morning, mid afternoon and in the evenings. However, he/she is typically sleeping around the time that our ultrasound is planned for. Looks like I'll be bringing candy hearts and ice tea with me to our apt.

Favorite thing this week: Getting a jump on basement painting.

Excited For: FRIDAY!!!!

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Random Words and Updates

Does anyone have any tips or tricks to make the week go by just a little bit faster?


I'm dying over here. DYING!!!! 9:20am on Friday cannot come fast enough. 


This morning I had a meeting at a local organization that I frequent. The secretary is a nice woman who I've gotten to know over the years. She's the grandmotherly type and is always fawning over Ryan and his antics. She was so excited to find out I was pregnant again. She actually waited outside a meeting I was attending on day to congratulate me. This morning's interaction was no different.

I told her we were finding out what we were having on Friday. "Oh," she said. "You want to know?!" with a surprised look on her face..... Ummm, I have to know!!

In other news, there isn't too much going on around these parts.
Mr. Berg continues to paint our basement. It's a much larger project then our half bath was, thus it's taking for-ev-ER! Right now, he has the fire engine red walls tamed with copious amounts of primer and he's painted all the trim that he can reach. He'll have a second round of trim painting to go once our pile of stuff is moved from one end of the basement to the other.....

Right now, Mr. Berg thinks he's going to be able to get away with not repainting certain walls.... I really, really, REALLY hate to break it to him.... but NO.

I know him, I know his perfectionist tendencies. I know what will happen.
He will repaint the former red walls to a beautiful shade of tan and then he'll start to notice the nicks, dings and imperfections in the already tan walls. This dissatisfaction will fester, like a hot coal under his skin. He will battle the internal struggle for oh.... 20 minutes, and then he'll get to work painting the other walls.

I will act shocked and surprised. I will praise him for making the right call and I was will fawn over his quality paint job (which, I promise you, is awesome). But deep down we all know I won't be shocked or awed. I'm just excepting it at this point. 


Ryan has taken to bossing me around. On one hand, it's funny to watch a 2 and 1/2 foot tall blonde headed little boy try to boss you with his tiny voice and tiny finger points. On the other hand, what the heck? You don't boss me. I boss you, kid. That's how it works.
If nothing else, the little stinker is feeling his oats and he's stretching his little wings. He does things on a regular basis that make me pause and say "oh boy, that's a little me right there."

I am in trouble, that's for sure.