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Friday, November 20, 2009

Happy Moments

I just watched a woman from my work walk into the private bathroom with a newspaper in tow. I don't know why, but that makes me happy : )

Have a nice weekend everyone, I will be spending mine getting ready for family to come.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Belly Button watch day...umm...something

So I always imagined that one day, in the far future, when I was pregnant, that I would wake up one morning and my belly button would simply be sticking out. That overnight it would have had a discussion with my tummy "ok so it looks like you're running out of room here" "yeah I think it's time you head out and give me that 1 sq cm of space, because you know, this kid needs that room for his big toe" "ok, tonight at 2:36 while the pregnant lady sleeps i'll make my move"

Well, it isn't actually like that. Over the past couple of weeks my belly button has begun to creep it's way out. It's gets more and more shallow everyday and in the past couple days it has made huge advancements. The top of my belly button seems to be making it's move, so the only portion that resembles an innie is the bottome half. Like they are playing tug-o-war and one portion doesn't want to go. This whole process is very very weird. Why? Because no one should be able to look down and see the inside of their button without having to work for it and you get a closer look then you ever really wanted.

So, what's the point of this post, well to simply inform you of the weirdness of pregnany. And that I am posting my guess that by Friday of next week, with the assistance of a very large Thanksgiving Dinner, my pseudo innie will officially become an outie.

PS. So yesterday I had another Dr apt. Lil W is measuring perfectly for 26 weeks, his heartbeat is 160 and sounds great. Bad news, I had to get shot in my butt, those just suck. They don't hurt going in but sitting on them feels like I ran a marathon with only one of my butt cheeks and it's crying out for relief. I also did a blood draw yesterday for a Glucose test. Well no one told me that I shouldn't eat sugar 12 hours before, so I ate a waffle with syrup for breakfast and ice cream the night before, because that's just what baby wanted. So I failed my test, that means next week I get to go back in for 3 hours and do a blood draw each hour. I think i'm going to go find a corner, massage my right butt cheek and cry.

*update 12/1/2009* Belly button is still holding on, it's fighting the good fight

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Declaring War

My precious little bundle of joy has apparently declared war on my tummy. Specifically he has declared war on my right side. I am currently sitting here trying to type and my right arm keeps bopping up and down because lil W is kicking me, or headbutting me, or he has extremely powerful farts that have the magical ability to look like a mini expolosion (I can only hope).

Seriously though, it's the exact same spot on my right hand side about 4 inches to the right of my belly button.
In case you can't imagine it, right here. And yes I realize i'm starting to look big, but I was just not one of those lucky girls who only looks like she's pregnant from the front, I look pregnant all over.
I don't know if there is something on the wall that's annoying him and so he's trying to beat the crap out of it or maybe he overheard a preview from Ninja Assasins last night while we were watching TV and has decided to practice his ninja skills and accuracy.
Now, I know that baby kicking is a blessing, it lets me know he is ok and growing, but at the same time I don't like him doing Civil War reenactments when i'm trying to concentrate and especially not when i'm trying to fall asleep. Although it will be cute when he starts to try and beat up imaginary spots on the wall when he isn't doing inside me but rather in his crib.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Ahh Hormones

So I have explained to a couple people that, compared to some woman, I have had a relatively easy pregnancy. I didn't throw up too much, no major pains and especially no huge shifts in hormones. Not once have I irrationally yelled at a child, thrown food at my husband demanding something else, or woken up at 2 AM demanding my husband run out and get me a Frosty from Wendy's and some Burger King fries. I do not randomly break down in sobs while watching TV (except Animal Planet, but who can blame me) and to date there has only been one break down and cry moment...until Tuesday.
You see, I have started to experience some fun back pain and a hip that decides that it's time to clock out for the day at about 4 PM. This means that nightly I get to sit in a bathtub and try to heat away my pains. This is also the time that my tummy gets to act as a lone island in a sea of bubble bath, yes that's what it looks like.
So Tuesday night I get out of the bath and dry off and then I take a look at my backside, and there it is, a stretch mark, a big red ripping line that has decided to not only take over my butt but has decided to attempt to invade my hip. This of course lead to my first ridiculous break down.
I got dressed, craweled into bed and curled up in a ball (on my good hip of course) and tried not to freak out. That's when Bryan came in and asked if everything was OK. Of course everything is not OK, I have a martha freaking Stretch MARK!!!! I balwed, Bryan tried to console, I suddenly flashed to a mental image of it and started to cry harder.
Now I know this is common and I know people will tell me that it's all part of the miracle of having a baby and I say Shove It!! I have officially realized that my body is never going to be the same, that even though i'm putting on weight I can't really do too much about it. Why you ask? Because my baby has decided to migrate northwards and take over the space previously occupied by lungs so when I try to work out, baby laughs and pushes harder and mommy dearest almost passes out from lack of oxygen. I can eat less, sure, but have you ever met a pregnant woman who was hungry, she will happily slather your fingers in peanut butter and eat them as an appetizer before moving onto your child that is starting to resemble an oven roasted turkey. So I must learn to simply deal with it and attempt to drown that evil stretch mark (which I have named Armstrong, get it, like Stretch Armstrong) in the richest creamiest and most deadly lotion known to skin kind.
So this is where i'm at in my pregnancy, a stretch mark that is beginning to take on a personality of its own and mental fantasies of slathering small children in BBQ sauce and eating them whole. Pray for me.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Happy Birthday Sesame Street

So for those of you who didn't know, Sesame Street is celebrating it's 40th Birthday. Now, yes I realize I don't have any kids YET to watch Sesame Street and that I shouldn't have seen an episode in over 20 years but I just wanted to say how much I love that show.

When I was and people would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would answer that I wanted to be Cookie Monster. It just made sense, he lived on a street with all his friends, he got to eat cookies all the time and let's be honest, to a 4 year old that is ALL that matters. Cookies and friends. I also believed that I would marry Big Bird. He was tall and popular and all the other muppets liked him and it would be cool to live in a nest.

Honstly, the day I found out that Big Bird was not real was one of the saddest days of my life, worse then the day I found out Santa was really just my dad and mom. The world just seems a little less magical knowing that these characters are just puppets. Even now I just watched a clip from the Today Show and they interviewed the guy who plays Elmo and a little piece of me died. I still want to believe that Elmo can walk and talk on his own and that every night he goes home to his little apartment where he lives with Abby Cadabby. I know i'm pathetic.

I can't wait for the day that my baby is here and we can sit down and watch Sesame Street, the baby is really just an excuse so I can watch and not feel bad about it.

So Happy Birthday Sesame Street, hope you're around at least until i'm done having kids : )

Friday, November 6, 2009

Gold Medal Baby

I was born at the end of January 1984 and my mom always tells me that she used to nurse me while sitting on the couch watching the Olympics, and ever since I have had a sometimes unhealthy obsession with anything Olympics related.

So what? Well, the other morning the Today Show was running a special 100 day countdown to the 2012 Vancouver Winter Olympics and that's when it hit me. Holy Crap my baby could be born during the Olympics, how freaking awesome would that be. As of right now the games start Feb 12th and i'm due Feb 22nd, and i'm just hoping that I will get so excited during the games that it will trigger baby to come out.
Now here is why this would be even more awesome. Not sure if any of you have ever tried to talk to me while i'm paying attention to my friend the TV, but it doesn't really work, I can zone out anything if I am watching something interesting. This frustrates Bryan to no end, he says he's the guy and that should be him paying attention to the TV, well I have the attention span of that cute dog on Up when he sees a "squirrel!!"

So what i'm saying, is if by some Olympic Miracle (they've happend, 1980 US Hockey Team) this baby decides to come during the opening cermonies, figure skating, Hockey or even Skiing then I hope that my years of practice for tuning people out will come in handy for contractions. I have the faith that I can zone in on team USA and push that baby out with minimul pain, and then i'll hold and cuddle him during a commercial break. I'm just kidding, unless it's during a gold medal game, then there may have to be some serious debate.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Mushy Moment

3 years ago yesterday I was set up on a blind date with this guy. When I first walked in he was sitting on a couch, looking really young and nervous and wearing a Vote For Pedro shirt. By the end of that night I knew I wanted to spend more time with him, I wanted it enough that I was willing to drive up to Idaho the next weekend. After which I decided I wanted to be with him for a couple months and 2 months later I realized I wanted to be with him Forever.

Looking back we had no idea that we that first date would turn into what it is today. That in that time we would get married, switch jobs (a couple times), move to a place twice the size of our first, become parents to 3 cats, travel around the country and be 24 weeks pregnant with our first child.
Bryan is everything I have ever wanted, needed and way more then I deserve. I'm so happy that I decided to go on that date and take a chance on a freshly returned missionary.
If I was ever to give dating advice to anyone it would be this: date people who you normally wouldn't date, give people a chance even though they aren't what you expected, be open and realize that sometimes you need someone with qualities you never ever even considered.

Love you honey

This pic is from our second date back in Nov of 2006

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

No I didn't eat it

OK, so one of the weirder things about being pregnant is the fact that I have turned into a walking, talking, breathing bib/garbage can. Case and point...
Last night I was way to tired and cranky to cook dinner, so on my way to pick Bryan up from class I stopped by Crown Burger, glorious and wonderful Crown Burger. I actually made it home without consuming the whole box of fries and Bryan and I sit down to enjoy our bountiful meal. I finish mine faster than Bryan finishes his, which has only happened maybe 3 times in our whole marriage, and I stand up to go potty because Lil W was mad that I drank a Diet Coke and decided to punch mommy in the bladder. When I stand up I am disgusted with how much crap falls off my shirt and lap, I could have fed a small child with those leftovers right there. Basically my upper body has protruded to the point where food can no longer escape.
This gets better. So later on that night I decide to take my shower. In the process of taking off all of my layers, I finally take off the final one and low and behold I find the leftovers of a small french fry that is now stuck to my tummy. Somewhere during my meal, this little guy escaped my mouth (an incredible feat on its own) only to fall down my shirt and work his way down south to his resting place on my tummy.
I was so embarassed at the time I didn't even show Bryan, but then in thinking about it this morning decided to share here. Why? Because this is starting to become a repeat performance. A couple weeks ago some popcorn did the same thing. This is just one of the many parts of pregnany they don't tell you about.

Monday, November 2, 2009

All At Sea

This past Saturday night Bryan and I attended a party thrown by our friend Chante. It was a murder mystery, based on a ship traveling to Europe on the eve of WWI and someone had killed the captain. First off, neither Bryan nor I were the killers, however Bryan did get a little excited and decided to kill someone else by throwing her overboard, he then joined a smuggeling ring and all this while I found out about his affair with some cruise singer. I on the other hand made a deal to sell ammunitions to Russia and France during the war, tried to have my husbands hussy killed and then pretty much ate my way through the night. My friend Marianne and I pretty much sat upstairs and ate cookies all night : )


So, anyway here are a few pics from the night.


Bryan and I at the end of the night.






The whole group, yes I realize I look very pregnant in this picture, thanks for pointing it out(the killer was the girl in the middle with a white shirt and red scarf)


Myself, Chante and Marianne (for those of you who don't know Chante, go google her name, she is kina famous around here)

Neither Bryan nor I figured out who the murderer was, however we did win the Cutest Couple award, Bryan thinks we won just because I'm prego, I must admit it does help.

I hope you all had a happy and safe Halloween and I hope you post pics soon so I can blogstalk you : )