It's been a little while.

The past week has been hard.  And from what I hear?  I'm not the only one who's having a rough couple of days.  Things have been pretty topsy-turvey, and I don't like it.  Greg has been either really amazing or really annoying. (more about that later) I've been finding out some things about my family that I don't really appreciate.  I do not like being the one person in my family that has "failed" because I'm "knocked up" without "being married".  And I shouldn't flaunt my belly all over the internets, because it isn't a "belly bump" yet, it's just me deciding that I want to eat more doughnuts. 

Because apparently....we now live in the 1950's and an un-married woman should be sent to a "distant family member" for 9 months.

Ohhhh that is SO not how I roll.

My best friend told me about some of her struggles lately.  And I cannot help for my heart to break for her.  She has a lot to deal with right now, but I know how strong of a woman she is and I know that somehow she'll make it through better and stronger.  Jenn,  I'm here for you if you need anything!

Well it's tuesday and you know what that means!  Belly pictures!  Because I am going to flaunt what Greg put up there!  Andddd I don't care who gets offended at my bloated midsection.  I'm carrying a chid, for pete's sake.  Duh, I'm going to put on weight.

Although you can't really see it, my lower belly is starting to pull up.  Yes, this is a shirt that I wear all the time.  And yes, those are Greg's shorts.  My whole body has decided that it wants a few extra pounds on some places.  (Ohhhh maybe THAT'S why I'm a big sack of fat-ugly?)

Blehhhhhh oh. my. goodness. Although I'm rocking the "baby bump" I do get self-conscience.  Sometimes I just see some pictures and don't think that's me.  When I look at myself, I have reverse annorexia.  I see myself as little, not a house like everyone else sees.




Even here.  (Yes the picture is really small and you can't see my face and good lord do you see my hair!?) I can't believe that my belly is sticking out that far.  To me, it's really noticable that I'm pregnant...I guess since I was big to start out that I just looks like I'm eating large amounts of salt.

Blehh, I hate when everyone else is right. 

Aw, forget it.  I'm still going to show my belly.  'Cause I refuse to be looked at like I'm a hippo and not a pregnant woman. 

Now that I've completely flip-floped and then returned to my orginal statement about my baby belly...I want to share something that happened between me and Greg.

Greg did his tax refund and he got a decent amount back.  (I will never EVER go to HandR block again.)  Mine wasn't as much as his but that's okay.  Well, I asked him if I would get some of his money because of me not working and we can save it for the baby.  He agreed.  And I'm getting almost half for Baby Boo.  Yesterday, he cashed his check, I got my money, he has his.  Soon, I hope to have my refund too.  Which leaves us with a good chunk of money to put away for the baby. 

Well...to most of his family, this means that he should buy this and that for themselves.  He's flat out refusing to buy anything for anyone, except for me and him.  Greg is a total redneck.  He loves all things 4wheelers, dirt bikes, fishing and camping.  (He made me get my fishin' license last night...and got me a rod too.)  With that being said, his brother wants him to buy a 4wheeler.  No doubt, it's a nice one.  But it's something we don't need.  This is the conversation they had over the phone (it was on speaker, I was evesdropping...I swear.)

Shawn: Hoss, dude, buy this 4wheeler.
Greg: I can't.  It's too much money. 
Shawn:  It's only $500.
Greg: I got a baby on the way.  I can't afford it.  You buy it.
Shawn:  I don't got the money.
Greg: Well, I don't got the money either.
Shawn:  How far is she?
Greg: 4 months.
Shawn: That's plenty of time...
Greg: *cuts him off* You make $14 an hour...you don't pay for anything.  Not even your cell phone.  You just got paid on Friday...where did your money go?  I don't have the money.  I got a family to support.  Don't bother asking me again because I don't have the money, even to go half way.  Stop asking me to buy it cause you want it.  It's not my fault you blow your stack. *hangs up*

...Well that made me cry.  Well, air makes me cry.  But, just hearing that made me feel pretty good.  I know how much Greg wanted that 4wheeler.  He chose to put his family first.  I might complain that I don't get to see him that much or that some of his friends take him away from me...but I am really lucky.  I love the fact that when we are laying in bed at night that he now holds my belly.

This morning he woke up extra early (he started at 5am) to go and get me breakfast.  Granted, McDonald's wasn't serving breakfast and he went to Sheetz and it wasn't good; it was the thought that counts. 

(I had to pick the worst picture...but he's still my mashed potatos and gravy!)

Yeahhh...... I'm pretty lucky indeed.

Until next time:

~MommyToBee