Although I am very happy with Greg...he makes me smile every day. However, sometimes he just makes me go "grrr". I know he thinks that we have money right not because of his income tax...but really...we don't. His van needs some repairs. We need to fix up our room and the nursery. He needs some new clothes. All of this requires money. Yes, it would be nice to go out to dinner...and for me to finally get that steak...but we need to save. He's a kid in a candy store when he gets a little bit of green in his hand. It drives me nuts.
I know why he does it too. His ex, Suzie, never wanted to save money. Most of the time she was out of a job, (yes I know, I'm unemployed right now...but it's not my choice to not be working.) and she always made him buy her things. He never admited that to me, but several other people did. I guess he still feels like that if he doesn't buy me things, I won't love him. Suzie treated him horribly, I just wish I could make him see I'm not like her.
With all of that being said...I really could go for a steak. *drools*
Alright, since this is a pregnancy journal, I suppose I should talk about the baby.
This entire pregnancy until yesterday, I have been craving bananas. Baby boo decided yesterday morning that he or she doesn't like bananas anymore. So much so I had to fight off morning sickness all day. I wanted to try again today and have a banana...no dice. And that big jar of JIF peanut butter we bought on Wednesday? Doesn't appeal to me at all anymore. I don't get it. I probably never will. All I know is that I want a steak and that turkey sandwich from Panera Bread.
It's harder and harder to wake up in the morning. I gotta wake up every hour and a half to pee...and then every time I want to roll over...I wake up. Greg laughs at me when I wake up. Apparently I sigh, groan, and mutter that I'm again awake. And when I'm finally asleep; I have the weirdest dreams known to man.
Seriously....last night I had another dream that I gave birth to Bruce Willis.
And that's not even the weirdest dream I've had.
Hiccups have become a daily thing. They usually start after breakfast...end right before lunch...and at night right before bed. I love this whole hiccup/heartburn combo I got going on. It's a lot of fun!
*Why do I still not have a scarcasm font????*
Baby Boo has been moving almost constantly for the past 2 days. Seems like whenever I take a drink of water (which I do quite often) he or she stirs up and won't stop moving around. It's really kind of cool. I love feeling it, but it's kinda weird when you're trying to sleep.
My digestive system is all sort of messed up. If I can't go, it sucks. If I go too much, it sucks worse. I don't get it. Oh, and the "tooting" is really not pleasant. I'm starting to make Greg feel like he's not the stinky one of this relationship.
Migranes are getting worse, but so far, I can handle them. I just really don't want to take Tylenol. Even though everyone tells me it's safe.
My teeth are super sensative. They always have been but I think I need to change toothpaste.
I'm really...forgetful. I'd forget my hands if they weren't attached.
Ummm let's see....
Since my belly is getting bigger, I love how Greg's hand falls on it when he's holding me at night. It's a little thing...but it feels so right.
On April 10th, we're going for the 3D ultrasound. I was worried that they won't be able to tell...but they assured me that if they aren't 100% sure that they will re-do the session...free of charge. They did tell me that the 3D and 4D aspect might not be what we're hoping for just because the baby will still be little and won't have much fat on them. Let's hope baby boo has their legs open!
Well, Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
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