What A Weekend.

...First let me say, I cannot write today.   Seriously...I can't get my thoughts into a good entry.  So I appologize in advance if I seem all over the place. 

It was a good weekend!  It was the first day of SPRING on Saturday.  And I got to celebrate it by fishing.  Didn't catch a damn thing.  Got a few bites though.  Greg caught a catfish and let it go.  He was pretty excited that he was able to get something the first time out.  I gotta love my redneck.  He's kinda amazing in the fact that he can find a silver lining in any cloud.  He's not negative, like me, and a whole lot calmer.  

Sunday we went shopping.  And I'm now convinced that I want a new crib.  By new I mean, I want a BRAND new one.  I found one at Burlington Coat Factory that I fell in love with.  Too bad it's 260 dollars.  It sure is beautiful though.  I've started to look at bedding for the baby.  Momma told me that she's going to buy the bedding, any bedding I want.  But they're so expensive!  Some bedding is more than a crib.  I know I want animals...but there's so many different types.  Greg tells me not to worry about it until we find out what we're having...but I want some sort of idea to give to my mom.  I think when I come up that weekend, we're going to go shopping for the bedding.  Maybe I can convince her to shop online?  Stores don't always have a wide selection, and I don't want to be there when she does buy it.  I want a suprise.

The only thing that I have decided that I need to have is a rocking/ glider chair.  This to be exact.  I figure I'm going to be spending a lot of time in that chair.  I'm going to need something a little comfotable.  I can't nurse in a computer chair.  And I could always use the bed, but I won't be able to sit up for long periods of time.  Sooooo a glider is the best thing. 

I'm also getting pretty sick and tired of other people telling me what to do.  Especially Greg's family.  That I shouldn't eat half a brownie because it's cafeine and the baby shouldn't have cafeine.  Or that I shouldn't be wearing flip flops.  Or that I shouldn't take the city bus to walmart because I want a day away from the house.  Or that the kicks that I'm feeling from the OUTSIDE (*squeal!* more about that soon) is just gas.  And my favorite...that Greg shouldn't use the new back massager (best idea he has ever had) on my achy back because it will "shake the baby's brains and turn it into scrambled eggs."  *Blank stare.*  (This is half of my child's DNA.  I'm actually a little worried now.)  I know now to push myself until the point of where I'm so tired that I can barely move.   I'm not doing anything that the doctor didn't say I could do.  Granted, my diet could use a little help.  Mainly because I'm getting hungry all the time.  And if I don't have any healthy snacks I usually go for something that's not the healthiest.  But seriously?  I'm allowed to have peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.  Do not try to "smack" it out of my hands.  You'll lose a finger. 

Soooo mildstone!  The other day I was laying in bed and had my hand on my belly.  Suddenly it felt like something "pushed" my fingers up.  So I lifted up my hand and put it back down.  And again it happened...but this time my belly got hard in that little spot.  I figured it was just a muscle spasm and didn't pay much mind.  The next night Greg and I were laying down to go to bed.  I had my hand on my belly like always and it happend again...but it was more rapid.  I pulled Greg's hand on that spot and he felt it too!  It was a quick little *kick kick kick kick* but it felt sooo good.  I knew I wasn't imagining it, because it wasn't just me anymore.  Little Baby Boo is quite active.  I still don't feel it fully from the inside, but I sure can feel it from outside.  It's pretty awesome.  :)

Well, I gotta go back to bed.  It's pretty yucky outside and that makes for a very sleepy mommy.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee