What a weekend!

It was an amazing weekend this past weekend.  I had an awesome baby shower courtsey of my best friend, Jenn!  I will talk more about it tomorrow...but here are some pictures. :D

Until Next Tme:
~MommyToBee

Yay!

Tomorrow is my shower!  I cannot be more excited.  I want to see my friends and some of my family.  (Still not completely sure how I can hold up to my mother, but I will try.  I don't want to start anything with her.)  I'm still in awe of my best friend, Jenn for putting together this entire shower.  (Even though my mother is "helping".)  She really is the best and I couldn't ask for anything more. 

Of course I have things to do today and I have no motivation to do so.  It could be because I'm not feeling well.  I'm having some weird pains in my sides.  God I hope it's just gas or ligament pain or something.  I'm super tired and nauseous.  All I want to do is lay in bed and sleep. :( 

Last night was our first child birthing class.  Now I thought the class was designed to help you not to be nervous about labor.  I'm slightly more scared now than what I was before.  Maybe because it's happening so quick?  I mean, we're talking about less than 10 weeks until I'm due.  Holy poop. 

..I think I changed my mind...I'm not ready to be a mommy!

Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee

Welcome Summer!

I have come to the realization that it's offically summer and I will melt.  I'm always hot.  Always sweaty.  And the newest craving is anything ice cream related.  (Milkshakes, frozen yogurt, Rita's custard, DQ blizzards, ice cream cakes...the list could really go on and on.)  But what can you do?  Summer is always hot.  It's just going to be a little hotter this year.

Instead of actually doing anything productive, I made a to do list.  So far:  I've gotten nothing done.  But at least I sort of have a plan.  And luckily, I might not need a lot of help with Greg.  Well...he still needs to help, but at least I can pin point exactly what needs done.

This week is super busy.  I have a lot to get done before we leave for home on Friday.  Let's see:  Boo's room needs redone, cleaning, sorting out things that I'm going to sell on craigslist, taking pictures of said items, our first birthing class *Whooo!*, and probably about another million things.

...And the list just keeps getting longer...HA!

But through it all, I'm getting excited for my shower this weekend!  I've never really had a party for "me" since I was a child...depsite a sweet sixteen that was mostly for my stepdad because I had no say.  I'm so grateful that I have a wonderful best friend who wanted to throw me a shower.  And she is truly making this fiesta all about the baby.  I really am blessed to have amazing people in my life. 

It's Tuesday...and that means I have pictures.  Warning...they look terrible because Greg doesn't know how to use a camera. :)

HAHA....you can't see where my belly ends and where the wall starts!  :(  I'm huge.  Ohhhhh well.  (And that's my shower dress behind me.  I can't wait to wear it. :D)

Okay.  This picture makes me REALLY sad.  Again with all the shadows and it's hard to see the belly..and my butt looks huge.  But also, my face isn't that chubby.  My arms might be that big, I can't really tell..but my face isn't that big.  I swear.  And if it is, I refuse to believe it.

*Shakes head*










Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee

So Much To Do...No Desire To Do It.

It's currently 9am and I have no motivation to do anything.  I have about a million things to do before I leave on Friday to go home.  I've been putting it off.  My to do list that was supposed to be done last week was pushed back another week.  What really stinks is that I *HAVE* to get it all done this week, or I'll be screwed next.

It's my shower this weekend, and I currently have NO room to put anything.  Oyy.  I need motivation.  Maybe my excitement will help motivate me?  (All signs point to no...but you never know)

Greg doesn't want to do much of anything because him and Billy are fixing up the house.  I need his help but it doesn't look like I'll get much assistance.  And to top it all off...he doesn't have much motivation to begin with.  Andddd this week is already super busy.

I guess I just need to get it done.  But playing around on the internet seems like much more fun. 


...Yea...This is going to end well.  *scarcasm*

Physical therapy is going well.  The pain in my hip has drastically gone down.  I no longer feel like I'm going to fall when I wake up in the middle of the night.  Yes, I still waddle, but I don't think it's as bad as it once was.

Boo has been kicking up a storm again.  I was laying in bed, and Greg sat down and actually felt the baby kick through the bed.  I think he's starting to get the hint that I really do get beat up from the inside.

Lately I've had the worse heartburn ever.  It doesn't prevent me from eating things, just makes me hurt afterwards.  Does this mean I'm going to get my wish of having a baby with lots of hair?  We will see. :)

I think I finally have told myself that I need to fold this laundry. 

Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee

...

*SCREAMS*

My head is seriously going to explode. 

I'll explain more later...

...I hope this is just a mood swing.


~MommyToBee

I've Been Hacked!

I just spent over an hour trying to figure out how the hell my account (both blogger and email) was "temporally disabled."  Ummmmmm not cool?  Especially so early in the morning.  When I finally got it straighten out, some dude in FRANCE was trying to get into my email.  Gmail said "no way" and shut all my shit down.  Once I settled that fiasco, I was able to change all my passwords, but it's still kinda scary.  Luckily though I have no personal info in my email...and it can't be accessed though my "normal" password.  It's still scary! 

:/  One thing about having little/bad credit is that anyone who TRIES to steal my identity can't do much harm in it.

(I can't even get a hundred dollar credit card...yea...it's THAT bad.)

Too much drama for 7:15 in the morning. 

Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee

Grow up. *rant* `

Well.  As some of you may or may not know, Greg's older brother-Billy- was released from jail on Monday.  And although it's a very jouous occassion, it seems like all the boys in Greg's family has reverted to age 2.  And unfortunately, Greg isn't immune to this growing epidemic.  It's a problem, but I know it's going to eventually going to calm down.  (At least, that's what I tell myself.)  I realize that everyone is just happy that he is out and that as long as he doesn't mess up in the next five years, he'll have a clean record.  However, I'm not enjoying all of this childish behavior. 

Last night, I almost came to blows with Greg's other brother (and perhaps the biggest child of them all) Shawn.  He always has something smart to say.  I wasn't in the best of moods yesterday and he just pushed all my buttons.  Greg actually had to get in between us at the resturant (last night was wing night).  I wasn't happy with his stupid little comments or the fact that he acts like such a child.  Of course, all the "boys" fed off of his immature behavior.
By the end of the night (when we got home) everyone (including Kevin and Josh-Greg's nephews) were covered in flour.  And although Greg didn't start it, he didn't stay out of it either.  Ughhhhhhhhh.  I really wish that I didn't have to babysit my 29 year old fiancee. 

Not only is Greg's family getting on my nerves...but also my family too.  Apparently last week my mom and my grandpa got into it over a real non-exsistant issue.  They aren't talking, and I'm sorry...it shouldn't have gotten to the point where it was.  I'm sure no one is innocent in the whole matter.  It all seems so silly.

Before Shawn and I got into our little spat, I recieve a call from my grandma.  She told me that she didn't get me a mattress.  Which, shouldn't be such a big deal.  She went on to tell me that she got me something that I would get more use out of.  I told her not to tell me, because I still want to be mostly suprised with my gifts at the shower.  Through my entire meal I tried to figure out what she could have gotten me.  After dinner, my mom calls and informs me that she got me a pack-n-play.  *Sigh*.  I already have THREE pack-n-plays.  I'm very grateful that she got me something very nice.  Although, at the same time I'm saying to myself: "She already knew I had one.  And now I'm going to have to buy a mattress."  (An expense that could have been avoided a long time ago.  When they were on sale.  A week after she promised to get us one.)

Maybe I'm just being overly dramatic.  Maybe my hormones are getting to me.  Maybe I should just let it go.  And Lord knows I'm trying not to get all "uppity" lately.  Just seems like things aren't going as smoothly as it once seemed like it was.

I just cannot fathom that time is going so fast.  My shower is less than two weeks away.  My due date is 75 days away.  And although August 30th seems like a lifetime away...it's coming up quick!  (Side note rant...my mother had the gull to tell me that I should either go early or have Boo on the weekend because if not, the kids will be in school.  Well Golly Gee...if I go into labor on a Wednesday I guess I'll keep my legs closed.  Sorry, but she's had three kids, she knows that you cannot calculate when the baby comes.) 

*Ahem.*  I guess I should just let things go.  Maybe I'm more of a control freak than what I thought I was. 

Here's a few pictures from the past few weeks.  Notice the ever expanding belly.

26 Weeks and 2 days! 

28 weeks.  I forgot to take a pic at 27 weeks...oops!

29 weeks!  I can't believe how far I am already.  Jeez.

Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee

Where did the time go?

Again my absence shouldn't have been as long as it was.  A few days after we got back, our internet box crapped out.  Which was fine.  We figured it wouldn't take almost 3 weeks to get another.  Seriously.  Comcast kept pulling our leg.  What was supposed to be one business day turned into a lot longer.  Finally, I went down to the office to complain and they told me that the next time they would be able to come out and hook it up would be until June 27th!  (the last day we had the Internet was May 18th....soooo yea.)  When I told them that we wouldn't be paying for the Internet services, they suddenly found a much earlier date.

However...we got a lot of stuff done in that time.  I finally cleaned the entire bedroom.  There was nothing on the floor.  The floors were vacuumed.  I dusted.  I folded laundry.  I found laundry that I didn't realize we had- including about 20 pairs of Greg's socks that "disappeared".  For the most part, our bedroom is still mostly clean.  Although, I do have hurricane Greg that sometimes throws something on the floor and he just leaves it.  Biggest.  Annoyance.  Ever.  After I cleaned the room, we rearranged the furniture.  We now have a ton more room.  And it just seems to "flow" better.  We do have one issue, and that's the computer desk.  All I know is that Greg "promised" to fix the situation yesterday, and it's still not done.  I'll give him until tonight to get it done, or I'll do it my way, and he will have to fix it. :D

Downside to my nesting is that boo's room is completely trashed.  If I could only motivate my wonderful fiancee to get rid of some of the junk that he still has.  But no, since his parents keep everything, so does he. Oyyyy.

Pregnancy wise...everything is going great!  I started to worry around my 24th week appointment.  I was told that I was going to take my glucose tolerance test.  (They give you a super sugary drink and you have to sit there for one hour and then they test your blood to see how your body is processing the glucose.)  I was worried about the drink the most.  With my doctor's office, if you throw up the drink (it can happen) you have failed and you will have to take the longer three hour test.  All I knew is that I didn't want to take that test.  Luckily, I got through the one hour test with minimal side effects.  Although I felt like crud or literally 3 days, I knew that if I failed, I could make it through the three hour.

I passed!  Barely.  But I still passed.  *does a happy dance* 

At my 28th week appointment I saw just how much weight I gained, again.  But they said as long as I'm eating as healthy as I can, and I'm not over indulging my sweet tooth, that there isn't much I can do.  The baby is going to start gaining weight like crazy.  That's just how it is.  So.  I'm just going to try to manage my weight as much as I can. 

Little man has now found my ribs and kicks them on a regular basis.  He gets hiccups and it feels so weird.  The funniest thing is though, if I'm laying on my side holding Greg he will kick super hard.  I think little man doesn't like to be touched.  Whenever we touch my belly, he goes nuts.  He does less flips and more kicks and jabs.  He likes to keep me up at night which makes me even more tired during the day.

All I can say is that I'm officially 29 weeks today.  And that means 77 days to go.  Where did the time go?

Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee