Friday, March 30, 2012

Mrs. Frizzle

So I will give updates on Bean and I first and then go into the thrill of meeting Mrs. Frizzle.

So Bean and I went to the chiropractor before my prenatal, we have been both appointments every two weeks now.  After I got adjusted last time Bean when head down and stayed that way.  Yesterday he decided to "pop" back into to transverse position making me super uncomfortable.  In my expert opinion he is way to big to be laying across my belly.  I plan on going to the chiropractor up until I delivery.  We will have Bean adjusted once he comes as well.

My prenatal went well.  I had my gestational diabetes test. I find out the results of that and some other blood work today.  They ended up taking 4 whole vials of my precious blood, I was surprised at how dizzy I felt afterward.  I gained 2 more pounds making the weight nazi's happy.  My blood pressure still very low and in the "green" zone.  I was measuring small at this appointment because Bean was laying sideways.  Everything is going great so I get to start exercising again.  That seriously made my day.  I have to start off slow but at least and I will no longer be attached at the hip.

His butt is above my tattoo making the belly look pointy
We only have 3 more 2 week appointments and then we go every week!!!!! Eeekkk I'm getting nervous.
Its starting to round out a bit


My view from above. The boobs block the belly 



On to Mrs Frizzle. For those of you who don't know who Mrs Frizzle is I will include a picture.  This pediatrician looked just like her but not as pretty.  

Background- I only went to her because I heard through recommendations she was pro breastfeeding and delayed vaccines schedules, mostly "crunchy" from what I heard.  And I liked the location (not too far) and she had a name I could easily pronounce. 

My first impression walking in was "this place is an F'ing pigsty".  It was soooooo dirty. I wanted to leave before I met her. The office had two waiting rooms one for "sick" and one for "well" ( I did like the separation but germs can travel). 

The exam room was no better, still dirty with gross toys and such that even the best kid would gravitate too.  I wanted to purell every part of skin that touched something.  The exam room hadn't even been cleaned before I got placed in there.  Granted I wasn't going to be sitting on the table but clean up your shit when trying to make an impression.  

Then enters Mrs Frizzle and everything goes on a downhill slope.  She looks at my paper and asks me all the questions I just answered.  Perhaps I should have saved the ink in my pen.  She then proceeded to tell me I have tons of time to find a doctor for Bean and good for me for trying to be organized.  She asked if I was having a boy or girl. (if she would have read the paper) Alas I told her a boy.  She asked about circumcision (also checked on the paper as a no). I explained we are choosing not to have a cosmetic procedure done on our perfect son.  

The demeaning attitude began there.  She proceeded to tell me that I clearly had not done enough research and that I couldn't just bring him in to have it done whenever.  Furthermore telling me that it has to be done before he leaves the hospital and so on.  I firmly told her no again and said that it was not up for discussion.  

Next I asked her if she accepted patients that were birthed at birth centers or home.  Her response was " I do, but it's not safe, you should go to a hospital".  Awesome insult number two in under a minute.  She goes on to tell me what hospital she does rotations at and that she really hopes to see me at a hospital instead. 

Next I ask her about vaccines. She hands me a book and says "read this, it explains it all". Umm ok thanks? So I tried a different approach asking her if she would consider a delayed vaccine schedule.  She response was we are really strict and you have to sign a wavier and blah blah blah. Her idea of delayed is one shot every two days until the series is finished ( no thanks, your bat crazy).  

Her policy on well visits is every month until 4 months. One at 6 months, 9 months, and 12 months. And then 4 times a year until they are 2 or 3 and finally 3 times a year until 21 years of age.  OMG I might as well start paying rent and move in.  That is insane!!!!!!!

We finally agreed on breast is best. Whew one thing! Too bad that the rest of her policies suck and she talked to me like I was 12 and had no business having a baby.  And lastly the part that got me was how to care for the umbilical cord.  Her recommendation was too pull on it and wipe with rubbing alcohol at every diaper change to get it to fall off sooner.  Case in point this bitch is never touching me son EVER!

To top it off I had an overly large woman tell me there was no way I could be pregnant because I was far to skinny.  Her unsolicited advise was to go home and start eating right away.  

The hunt continues to fine a doctor.  There has to be someone out there who is at least semi decent. 

Mrs Frizzle! 



Thursday, March 29, 2012

G'D

Finally today has arrived.  I am up at the time roosters crow so I can take my gestational diabetes test today.  I better pass because getting up this early better pay off for something.  After this test I want a big fat sundae with tons of hot fudge.

I'm interviewing a pediatrician today. Not to be a pessimist but I'm sure I won't like her.  If only my old pediatrician was still practicing AND lived in Fl, this would be easier.  Unless Bean's arm is falling off or he is puking his brains out I don't plan on frequenting the doctor, but when I do I want to trust what they say. And to make things better non-hospital babies have less providers to choose from, add the fact that we are delaying vx's and I have 0.0002% chance of finding him a doctor.

Next week we have our first birthing class.  I wonder if we will get the couple that works best together award.  B and I are less than great in serious situations.  These classes mean we are getting closer and closer to the arrival of Bean.

Ten weeks to go, thats it.  If he comes on time.  Thats too soon, where have these 30 weeks gone? Its already going to be April in 2 days.  I only have a few weeks to still be a perfect parent before I actually get handed a baby with no manual... SHIT

I actually found some things I like about being pregnant.  It only took me 7.5 months. I know...I'm shocked too.  The first thing is nesting.  Honestly its awesome. I wish I could bottle it up for latter.  Things have never been so clean an organized.  Its instant gratification, the more nesting the more gratification.  Second I have become quite fond of feeling Bean kick, roll and hiccup.  I will miss that once he is out of there.  I watch my belly in awe as it changes shape from him moving.  The last thing I will miss is all the excitement and anticipation.  From finding out the sex, picking a name, designing the nursery ect.  It really has been fun :(

Its time for me to start making my breakfast for this damn test. Perhaps I could wear the pearl and pass with flying colors.  Updates on Bean, Me and The G'D tomorrow!

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Day 3

Sunday rounded out the weekend with a relaxing couples massage, delicious seafood for lunch and a quick walk around downtown Disney again. At 10am on a sunday it is actually quite peaceful without all those annoying children. We actually took pictures, that I still can't get off the camera.  We looked in a few "kid" stores for Bean and decided together that we just aren't cartoon people and couldn't bring anything "disney" into his awesome room.

I paid $5 dollars for popcorn because I just had to have it. We ended up eating the whole bucket for dinner.  We packed our bags and eagerly left those "youtuber's".

I retook some pictures with the trusty ol' Iphone. They are not great but will give an idea of the loot from the weekend.  There are pictures of my precious pearl, the third rarest color, be jealous.
Curtains to go over the closet

Deer Head Mount

Baby Deer picture

Duck Picture 

Bass Sculpture



Moose Head 

Night Light with a bass.  ( Bean you better use this till you move out, I dug through boxes to find it)
The dinning light (crooked in B's opinion)

Finally the "rare" pearl
Top view

Side View 

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Saturday

Waking up past 6 on a saturday is unheard of. With the help of a pitch black room, and no cat we slept until 9am.  It was magic, I could have slept all day. But alas we had too much to do.

I had been giving B a rash of shit since he hurt his back. Mostly how it wasn't fair that I was at his beck and call and I do so much for him blah blah blah. So before we started our morning he mapped out an IHop for breakfast.  Something so small can put a pregnant lady in heaven and forget that I was feeling slighted.  I had been wanting IHop for weeks, I could literally taste everything I wanted to order.  The shitty part is I had that glucose test, making my choices more difficult.

I seriously almost ordered chicken and waffles.  Omg, chicken tenders are a huge weakness and pairing them with hot fluffy waffles, it's almost too much. I did choose healthy egg whites, turkey bacon, 1 waffle and sugar free syrup.  No giant mocha coffee thing, no strawberries on my waffles, no side of fruit :( but it was still delicious. I need an IHop next door.

Next we drove to the Bass Pro Shop.  I'm such a dude when it comes to this store. I love it, wandering around looking at everything and seeing all the cool shit that I can't use is awesome.  This trip was different though, it had purpose, meaning and anticipation.  Everything we needed to finish Bean's room was waiting on the inside.  We took a minor detour to look at guns and gun safes.  B and I both agreed on one but the sales person couldn't open it for us to look inside.  By the way, those safes are huge and defeat the purpose of quick access to a weapon if an intruder came.

We started shopping for Bean, this was so much fun.  A true bonding experience for B and I.  B was just as involved in the planning and decorations as I was.  We got all the valences for the windows, two mounting heads, two pictures, curtains, a fishing night light, and a fish sculpture.  I would post pictures of all Bean's loot but the camera and my mac are in a disagreement. I hung the valances yesterday and they really tie the room together.  The best part was B's eagerness to buy anything and everything that Bean could possibly need.

A few weeks ago we got a dinning room table, chairs and a server.  The weekend before last we got some wall art, a mirror and table accessories. Since the table came home B has been bitching about needing a light above the table asap. ( not on my priority list, we never have guests ect).  Anywho B and I do not decorate the same and could not agree on any lights.  Last week I spent countless hours of my couch arrest searching for lights that were affordable, long lasting, with multiple pieces ( entry light and chandelier needed down the road).  I can across a set I really liked, had a mix of our tastes and didn't require a car loan to purchase.  Conveniently the store happened to be 4 miles from bass pro so we went there and bought said light.  all is right in the world now, the nursery is done, the table has a light and B isn't complaining.  P.s. I saved us over a hundred on the light because I love coupons!

After an adventurous morning full of production we went back to youtube hell for some much needed R&R.  Since becoming knocked up I have gained a few pounds and not in my belly, its in all the places that make a bikini look awful.  As ridiculous as it sounds I was going to wear that damn bikini to sunbathe whether I looked stupid or not.  My rather large ass did not fit in the bottoms, cover the stretch marks, or hide the growing amount of cellulite.  The top was a joke, but I made it.  I didn't get sunburnt and kept Bean and I well hydrated.  B took to drinking while we were catching some rays, heat + alcohol= drunk.

We made reservations at the hotel restaurant called "the Outback" and waited in the adjoining bar until we were called.  B and the bar tender were hitting it off, lucky for B the drinks were getting stronger.  Another bar guest had begun taking to us about the youtubers and how he had to bring his two daughters yada yada (super drunk and annoying).  We went to dinner and it was not the outback at all, it was some over priced hotel joint. B (very drunk at this time) and I decided to leave and go back to the bar for hot wings.

After our delicious fried dinner we wandered around downtown disney with all the foreigners and children.  We went into more shops but mostly people watched. I got more ice cream and B had more drinks. The entertainment was B, when drinking he turns into a parrot.  He kept repeating the same shit over and over and kept saying he was never going to see these people again.  We went to the lego store to purchase a birthday gift, stupid idea too many kids and rude people.  Finally I had enough and it was time to retire for the evening (it was only 8pm).

On the way out there is this oyster hut thing.  Where you pay an obscene amount for an oyster and then open it to see how many pearls you get.  (mother you know where this is going) As a kid I always wanted to do it, mostly because my parents always said no.  B agreed that we could give it a try and informed me about being a pearl expert (seriously he has done everything in his 30 years of life).  This woman comes over and tells us all about how it works, I'm not listening I just want to pick my shell and move on.  I open the bucket of oysters and B is hollering at me in his drunk state bigger isn't always better, bigger isn't always better, over and over.  They all look the same so I just picked one.  Pearl lady says tap it 3 times and shout aloha (I'm not really a draw attention to myself gal so I didn't say shit). We open the oyster and I got a gold pearl, apparently the third rarest.  It was pretty and decent size, pearl lady measures it and says its worth $80-110 by itself. I say cool bag it up lets go. Insert parrot 'I'm really happy with your pearl" "good job, that's a great pearl" over and over like I had been practicing for this moment.  Pearl lady talks us into getting it mounted on a silver setting.  The whole time B is still rambling about how much he loves this pearl.  Technically my birthstone is a pearl and whatnot so I justify the purchase as an early birthday gift.  In his drunken state B slurs " will you marry me" as she is putting the ring on my finger. I say no, you just want my pearl..... Walking back to the hotel I continue to hear about how great said pearl is and don't touch it for 24 hours.

Thankfully B putts himself to bed and the parrot is shut down for the night. I lay there bored as could be 9pm and in for the night.

I did forget to mention in this super uber long post that between dinner and going to disney we went back up to our room and the keys didn't work.  B was carrying on about how he had to pee so bad and couldn't wait and bam the keys don't work.  It was hilarious to watch.  We went back down the elevator as he continued to say he was going to go pee in the pool since those assholes locked us out.  Luckily I found a bathroom in the lobby.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Who Knew

This weekend was a epic, who knew that I would plan a vacation the same weekend as spring break and an annual YOUTUBE convention.

Our babymoon was turned into a crazy kid convention with a side of drunk parents attempting to forget they had actually brought there children there.

B and I usually vacation on the beach, we drink, we dance, we walk the pier.  This vacation was a preview of having a child and vacationing.  This time there was no beach, no drinking for me, no leisurely walks and too many people.

Our hotel was smack in the middle of downtown disney. Some might ask why I booked a hotel in the middle of disney if I don't like children? I assumed "downtown" ment the adult part minus kids, rides and temper tantrums.

The first night we ate at Planet Hollywood. The wait was supposed to be 30 minutes so we waited at the bar like ol' times except I had a "virgin" drink (super lame). Dinner was great, we shared an appetizer and entree attempting to be cute and romantic. (side note, I didn't bring my coupons and could not justify paying $20 for a burger just because we were at a theme park)

We walked around the thousands of rude people/ bratty children.  Went into shops for adults with breakable things instead of going to Mickey's fun house.  We waited in line at Ghriadelli for an eternity to get sugar free ice cream with dark hot fudge( yes it defeats the purpose of getting sugar free, but i have my GD test on thursday).

At 10pm we called it a night, like old married people. The only nice thing about having a king sized bed is I have all the room I need. I stayed up listening to the gaggles of youtubers run up and down the halls until all hours of the morning.

Day 2 to follow... No pictures were taken due to it being "touristy". According to B, we live an hour away therefore we don't need pictures.

Friday, March 23, 2012

29 weeks and a nursery preview

Holy Shiz! We only have 77ish days until Bean is fully cooked.  It seems so close yet so far away still.  I don't think I can endure that many sleepless nights or uncomfortable positioning.  I can still see my feet when I look down, which is an accomplishment ( I think).

I put nesting to good work and clorox'ed everything in the nursery including the walls and baseboards.  I re-arranged the furniture again.  His dresser and closet are organized. Now we just need a baby to put in there.

Since I don't do cartoons, superheros, or pokemon Bean is s.o.l.  I do like wood toys, puppets, and other teaching toys so until he has a say I will be choosing what we play.  With that being said, I bough him his first farm animal set.  It has 15 or so animals and it all folds up into the barn, even though he is too little to play it has a big grassy mat that comes with it (perfect for tummy time).

My dear Friend sent Bean a cow onesie and stuffed cow, they are adorable.  He is pretty much going to be wearing that until he gets too big.

This is his changing table with a stuffed Lamb and cow

Crib in front of window now 

Cute little animal rug for under the crib

Dresser next to the closet

The whole room when you walk in 

Today's belly 



Thursday, March 22, 2012

Ultrasounds

Yesterday we got to see Bean again. He got measured AGAIN! Its practically a crime to be small in todays obese reality.  More importantly they were checking to see if the umbilical cord was attached and functioning properly.  

The tech was super fast at taking the measurements so she let B and I watch him wiggle around in there.  We verified for the 5th time he is still a boy! Such a relief even though we know he is a boy.  

Bean has moved into the head down position, hopefully he will stay that way.  He already weighs over 2 pounds and has a huge head. Not looking forward to that coming out- eeeek. 

We leave for our babymoon tomorrow.  We plan on laying by the pool, shopping and plain ol' relaxing since this baby is coming faster than we know.  

Last week I took it upon myself to hire a cleaning lady.  For those that know me that was super hard. I don't like anyone touching my shit, let alone cleaning where I live.  Any-who it just so happened I had to go to the ultrasound when the cleaning was to be done, so instead of reschedule I let her come while I was gone. A Huge huge step in giving up control but it had to be done.  

The result was amazing.  The house was clean, it smelled good and I didn't have to lift a single finger.  Its pure awesomness.  I plan on keeping her indefinitely. B thinks its ridiculous that I hired a cleaning lady and we didn't have one when we both worked from sun up till sun down.  But its my allowance and my choice, so she stays! 

I have seven days until my glucose test, No I haven't cut out sugar like I had hoped. Stay tuned for results and pictures from our weekend getaway. 

Monday, March 19, 2012

Men and Pregnancy

Men could never have babies.  For many reasons of course but in my opinion they just couldn't handle it.  As many of you know I'm supposed to be on strict bedrest. From a doctors standpoint that means getting up to pee only.  Than would make perfect sense and be awesome except I live with a man.

Because I do my best to always put B's needs first I have turned him into an incapable helper at home.  It is solely my fault that he doesn't know where the glasses, silverware, or fridge contents are located. I serve hot dinner when he comes home already pre-plated with a cold drink so the thought of him cooking is impossible. He claims to have forgotten how to load the dishwasher so that too has become my forte'.

With that amount of background you can see my actual bedrest has been self modified to still cook, do the dishes and wait on my man. The ironic part in this story is that B chose to put himself on bedrest after hurting his back yesterday.

Said backache was so bad yet he refused to do anything for it, resulting in him going straight to bed.  Which left me to tend to all the evening chores, feeding the cat, letting the dog out turning lights off ect while he is in bed whining about his back hurting.

His bedrest got him out of chores, got him a back rub, icey hot patches and sympathy. My week of bedrest has resulted in still manning the ship. Women have the joy of being pregnant because we can "handle" it all. All of the pains and discomforts of pregnancy are mostly forgotten because we still have a million things to get done or someone else to take care of.  

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Lesson Learned

It has almost been a week since I spent monday evening in L&D. To be honest I would have kept pushing off the cramping/ contraction feeling had it not been for B. I had already been dealing with this uncomfortable nagging pain for a few hours by the time he got home, another few and we would be in bed right  wrong!

To put his mind at ease I called the midwife and explained what was going on, for how long it had been going ect. I got a list of things to do and instructions to call back in an hour. I soaked in that darn bath until I was a purned prune with no luck to stop these contractions.  I called back with another update and told to go straight to L&D they would be expecting me.

Upon arrival they were indeed expecting me and we got seen right away.  I had to leave a "sample" if you know what I mean.  Change into a gown that could have been a top sheet for my bed, and start giving my life history to a nurse.

First they wanted to put an IV in my arm.  I flat out refused. I explained that I was well hydrated and did not need one. I also told the nurse than if she sent in the Dr. to tell me why I needed and IV I would be leaving.  (at this point she still hadn't even checked my "sample" for hydration/uti/protein/whoknowswhat)
Next I got hooked up to all those fancy monitors to check on Bean and measure the contractions. They are super tight and full of germs! The nurse asked me a thousand questions none related to the current problem, but she is supposed to be the medical professional right?

In the 15 minutes it took for her to ask questions, hook me up, look at my pee I had roughly 10 contractions lasting over a minute.  (B made the call to come I would have stayed home, for once he was right.  Shhhh don't tell him) 
Honestly the damn bed was more uncomfortable than the contractions. And rude that a nurse came in to tell me to stop moving my legs because it was confusing the monitor. By the way nurse I never moved my legs but thats ok I understand the need to assert authority. 

My original nurse came in and said that I would be getting a shot to stop the contractions as they were increasing in length and frequency. I had to sign my life away and agree to not sue if my unborn child was somehow harmed in this process. After that she came in with said shot, I am a wuss. After asking her about side effects, size of needle, amount of medication ect she poked my arm. The "TB" syringe she used was nothing, the fire spreading through my arm was awful. Her forewarning of it stinging a little was more than an understatement.

Two hours of sitting and waiting and still having contractions, nurse comes in and says" I think you have a full bladder you should go relieve yourself" I had just went and wanted nothing to do with going again but I obliged. Her next response was even better " a full bladder could cause stress to the uterus, drink this liter of water to stay hydrated".

Wait? What? You just said having a full bladder was giving me the contractions and now your asking me to drink more water? Like I said earlier medical professionals at there finest.

So after tests and more tests I had no medical reason to cause this bout of preterm labor. Since I hadn't dilated they let me go home. Poor B got 3 hours of sleep and went to work in the morning.

What I learned from this experience. I could not deliver in the hospital. The staff is far to judgy about my current prenatal care. Oxymorons are regularly practiced. With the exception of a few tests and a shot in my arm I wasted 5 hours of my life in an uncomfortable bed.  The medical practice itself is so screwed up they make you sign over your rights and agree to whatever medical treatment they see fit. I have too much attitude to lay on my back and accept their "de-vine intervention".

On that note it was a fun test run. I will not be purchasing the hospital experience. I did pass go, collected 9 weeks of bedrest and a uterus relaxing regiment, let the real fun begin!

Friday, March 16, 2012

Couch Arrest

Sorry to disappoint, from lack of posts that is.  Mainly its because sitting on the couch for 14 hours a day is extremely boring. I could tell you all that I drink twice as much water as before, eat snacks all day, nap and then drink more water but that is sooooo lame.

Reasons why couch arrest sucks:
our couch isn't really that comfortable
I want to eat everything in sight
being sedentary makes for a super bitchy me
the piles of dog/cat/my hair are about to over take the living room
I'm mean to B because its super unfair I can't move and he can
Being confined makes on online shopping super convenient
Its St. Patricks day this weekend, no green beer or corned beef and cabbage for me

I have also started constructing my list of things I want done before Bean gets here. Its getting longer and longer since I have endless days to sit here and think about what needs to be done. The main problem is that I can't do half the shit on the list, and B is rarely home to attempt said list. If there is anyone who wants to volunteer to get the list done keep in mind I'm super anal retentive and will most likely complain, any takers?

On a more positive note, I have less than 90 days to go until Bean arrives. My shower is a month away. My mom is coming to visit and cook according to B. Or baby moon is next weekend, I will be rockin an bikini by the pool. B's brother and sister in-law will be here in two weeks. Easter is coming up, I will be making Bean an easter basket. i'm so excited for March to be over and to get through with april and may.

28 weeks, where did my belly go?

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Size Matters

Washing baby clothes last night, B walks into the laundry room. " what are you doing? why are you shrinking them". 

"I'm not, how big do you expect him to be?" "These are 0-3 month clothes, not even newborn, you should go look at those". 

Later sitting on the couch B asks again " are those really his clothes?" 
" yes, do you think he is going to be the size of Cooney when he comes out" ( coon weighs over 12lbs and is rather long)  
B- " well ya, he's not that big" 
" have at it then babe, you can deliver him yourself, no 12 pounder is coming out of me!" 


Monday, March 12, 2012

Milk Maid

So one of my main faults is always having to be an over achiever. To the point of not liking anything that I'm not perfect at the first time I try it.  Its partly genetics and a new syndrome that I plan on trademarking in the future.  This inherent need to be the best is quite possibly why I struggle with being pregnant, I've never made a human before and its hard!  Anyways the point is I want to breastfeed.

The problem is the boobs are attached to me.  Since I have to be perfect at it (or I will give up and throw a fit like a child) my boobs started early.  Even though I have 3 months until I need to actually feed someone the"boobs" have been practicing.  I now get to add leaky boob as a symptom of pregnancy.

They haven't quite reached shooting stream potential, however it is not safe to leave them uncovered.  After checking and double checking that it was in fact my boobs leaking and not dish water, sweat or another form of liquid I broke the news to B.  His response was go put a band- aids on them and stop making rings on my shirts.  Also I am not permitted to enter my own bed until the boob juice has stopped or they are covered.

Laughing is also getting dangerous.  I am having to really concentrate on not peeing when I start laughing.  I'm trying to get better at planning bathroom trips before these hysterical laughing fits but its near impossible.  B and I share the most ridiculous humor and mainly laugh at each other. Here is an example:
B- saying something in reference to the three little pigs
Me- shocked expression " I didn't even know you knew what the three little pigs were"
B- ya they are three pigs
Me - hysterical laughter " yes I told you they were pigs when I asked the question" Both of us laughing uncontrollably

We are pretty awesome at making each other laugh which is a good thing! Enjoy monday everybody!

Friday, March 9, 2012

27 weeks

How far along? 27 weeks 1 day

Total weight gain/loss: 13 pounds 
Maternity clothes?: Maternity bottoms, regular tops. I'm still too small for maternity shirts aka tents 
Stretch marks?: boobs, legs, belly button, the belly button ones amaze me
Sleep: So good when I sleep from 6-8a night sleep is way too difficult 
Best moment this week: Hearing baby today hr was in 140's. Measuring right on despite my belly size 
Miss Anything?: raw sushi 
Movement: he moves all day long. the movements are stronger now and seen easily from the outside. my bladder must be the coolest trampoline ever
Food cravings: sweets, sour candy and meat
Anything making you queasy or sick: eating too much at once 
Gender: still a boy, can't confirm for sure until june
Labor Signs: braxton hicks throughout the day, not the real deal though 
Symptoms: Rounding belly, even bigger boobs, heartburn 
Belly Button in or out? still in but shallow 
Happy or Moody most of the time: Much happier lately. The gym really helps 
Looking forward to: Starting birth classes, baby moon in two weeks 


Wednesday, March 7, 2012

You know your pregnant when.....

1. Asking the waiter for a "hidden" menu
2. Order spicy shrimp at 10am and then pecan french toast
3. Consider the need of the dropped item before attempting to squat, kneel, or fold it two to retrieve item
4. Start drooling at t.v. food commercials
5. Questions are answered in weeks (auto-pilot), even if the pregnancy was not the question 
6. Extra time is needed for wardrobe malfunctions
7. If I had a nickel for every time I went pee we could send Bean to college
8. Walking into a room 3 or 4 times and still have no idea why
9. Heartburn comes just from thinking about making dinner 
10. It takes the whole bed and a bunch of pillows to sleep


Monday, March 5, 2012

Thoughts on Having a Boy

I have begged and pleaded to have a son since I found out I was pregnant. When we found out Bean was a boy I was so relieved and happy that there would be no bows and glitter afterall.  I got what I asked for but that doesn't mean I'm not scared shitless about raising a son.

I see the thomas trains and bob the builder trucks but I have no idea what sounds I'm supposed to make when he asks me to play.

I can't tell him how to pee, I just wasn't made that with those parts.

I want him to be a strong "boy" not some weepy momma's boy kid.

The thought of him growing up and liking a girl is terrifying, good thing I have time to cope.

I will have to think of outside energy burning activities since he wont be content to play with dolls or color.

Its my job to teach him to be nice and respectful to girls when I can't even do that as a grown up.

As much I wanted a boy, I know nothing about how to "grow" one up. I have 13.5 weeks to figure out a game plan. Time to make some lists and do some shadowing of other boy moms. Do boys even sit still long enough to do quiet  activities? How am I supposed to get anything else done in the day if I'm outside burning energy till dark?  The "boy section" of toys r us gives me anxiety just looking at all the action figures and g.i joes.  I'm going to have to learn about xmen, cars and power rangers.  Lord help me if pokemon is still around, I might just start digging my own grave.

Bean and I at 26 weeks. 

Friday, March 2, 2012

Stretch-marks or Sheet-marks

Lets face it, I'm getting big. Way big for my small 5'2 frame.  Luckily I'm braced with larger thighs and large arms to balance out the bigness. Over the last few weeks it has been increasingly difficult to roll over in bed.  This heave, lift, flop maneuver is anything but subtle at night. So I don't move until the alarm goes off between 5-6.

I wake up with these sheet-lines so deep they could be confused with canyons. None the less I check every morning just incase they have turned to the actually stay red and purple tiger lines aka stretch-marks.

Waiting to move until the morning has also created some unique inconveniences. I have been waiting to get up to pee so my belly is twice as big as before and twice as uncomfortable. In addition to the extra weight I usually fall asleep half on my side, half on my back so my legs are asleep.  It is very tricky getting off a too tall bed with a too full bladder and two sleepy legs. So far I have managed without peeing on me or the bed.

I sleep best once B leaves and I have the whole bed to stretch out on. I still sleep on my belly when I have room, its 10x better than sleeping on my side. The melons on my chest make it hard to breathe and even harder when they are forced to squish together from side sleeping.

26 week update and picture will come later, clothes shopping is depressing and long when pregnant, who knows how long I will be gone

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Kitty Clink

So after almost a month of perfect nighttime behavior Coon relapsed, BAD.  Monday night we got 2 hours of sleep, maybe and thats counting the sleep yelling I was doing.  The remnants of valentines decorations on the dresser became his idea of a good time.

Visual picture 12 pounds of animal jumping onto a mirror to bite metal tinsel at 2 am . That wasn't loud enough so he started jumping from the dresser onto the wooden blinds to bang-bang them against the window.  So the easy solution is to raise all blinds and attempt to sleep with light pouring in.  That worked for all of 2 seconds. Back to the dresser he went.

Tuesday night the dresser was his bitch again. This time he actually managed to get some tinsel off. I was super annoyed until he started to eat said metal tinsel. Our past yelling, threatening stance, water bottle, and wooden spoon have no effect now. Because he is houdini and can open every stinkin door in this house including the ones that lead to outside I locked us in our room away from him.  That would have worked too except he knows he can open the door is he tries hard enough. Four hours of listening to him body slam, jump on the handle and scratch like a dog to get in was too much.

Last night B built him a kitty jail.  One locking handle removed from the bathroom and replaced in the laundry room.  He got three chances and off to the clink he went.  I removed all decorations hoping that would help. It did not, he choose to put more holes in my lamp shade. I removed said shade and he went after the bulb itself.  B had a long talk with him about how he was supposed to sleep and where appropriate play places were ect. The end of the talk resulted in telling coon he would go straight to jail where there was no bed, no food, and only a shitter to keep him company until morning.

He made it 10 minutes and off to jail he went, I was nice and gave him his bed.  What an ungrateful ass, He was not even happy to see us this morning. He acted like an entitled teenager and promptly showed us his disgust with his teeth.

Today I feel rested. Ace got to enjoy the bedroom without his brother. B got a full nights sleep which makes everybody happier.

P.s. its march first meaning I get to decorate today!