I love how I dedicated yesterday to cleaning when all I actually did was play farkle and bingo on facebook. OH and write out to do lists. Which Greg wasn't happy when he saw. Oooooh well! His list is half of mine...but double the work...with less time... :) What can I say, that's how I roll. I love his argument though: "I work during the day, why do I have to get this all done by the end of the weekend when you get extra time to get your list?" "'Cause you procrastinate, and the things that I need you to do I can't do. And I get extra time because you knocked me up."
...He's never amused when I pull out that card. :P
I'm just pretty excited that this weekend I get to finally finish the nursery! OMG! WHOOOOOOO! Dad is bring the dresser on Saturday (and I'm dropping him from my phone plan...Hell yea!). Plus we can finally afford to get the glider?! Holy shit, is it my birthday? Someone, PINCH ME!
Sorry...I'm a little excited. I've been waiting to get the nursery done since July 4th weekend. Yea, we're a little behind schedule. But that's okay, cause Boo is still in there. And we will have everything ready in time.
In other news. Boo hasn't been that active lately. I'm not sure if it's because he dropped or he's just gearing up for the big day...but he's hard to "wake up" lately. I know he's cramped in there. But still, usually I can get a few good jabs in. Now, not so much. He's still moving, just not as much. It kinda freaks me out. I know he's okay in there, it just different I guess. When he's been non-stop for weeks now, and for him to be really sleepy since he dropped makes me nervous.
Speaking of sleepy....it's only 7:30am and I'm ready for some more pork tacos and a nap.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Showing posts with label Nesting. Show all posts
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Thursday, August 12, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Eh.
I spent most of the morning frantically cleaning. And why did I do that? I have no idea. But now that I have done it, I'm exhausted and I want a chocolate shake and nap for my efforts.
'Cause that's just what this pregnant woman wants. :D
Time is flying by. And according to my mother, I really don't have any time left. She told my Gram Cracker (who is out of the hospital! YAY!) that I should be having Boo within a week. A week...??? REALLY? I think you are crazy. Gram thinks he'll be here in 2 weeks. And I want to tell everyone to just get out of my uterus. Boo will come when he is ready.
I'm getting comments from people like: "You didn't pop yet?" or "WOW you are HUGE!!!!!" or "When are you serving his eviction notice?" Okay, people. I'm 9 months pregnant. Most women go to 10 months. *Hence 40 weeks.* Please do not rush my child. The latest he'll be out is September 9th. Do I personally think he's going to wait that long? No. Do I think I'm going to be holding my child sometime in August? Yes. But he'll come when HE is ready. Not when anyone else is.
Ohhh and when you see my big whale butt waddling in public don't stare at me like I'm some sort of leper. I know that I waddle. I know I look ridiculous. Don't stare though. I'm pregnant. Who cares?
Well I think it's time for my nap and to try to wake up my little one...he slept too much today. :D
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
'Cause that's just what this pregnant woman wants. :D
Time is flying by. And according to my mother, I really don't have any time left. She told my Gram Cracker (who is out of the hospital! YAY!) that I should be having Boo within a week. A week...??? REALLY? I think you are crazy. Gram thinks he'll be here in 2 weeks. And I want to tell everyone to just get out of my uterus. Boo will come when he is ready.
I'm getting comments from people like: "You didn't pop yet?" or "WOW you are HUGE!!!!!" or "When are you serving his eviction notice?" Okay, people. I'm 9 months pregnant. Most women go to 10 months. *Hence 40 weeks.* Please do not rush my child. The latest he'll be out is September 9th. Do I personally think he's going to wait that long? No. Do I think I'm going to be holding my child sometime in August? Yes. But he'll come when HE is ready. Not when anyone else is.
Ohhh and when you see my big whale butt waddling in public don't stare at me like I'm some sort of leper. I know that I waddle. I know I look ridiculous. Don't stare though. I'm pregnant. Who cares?
Well I think it's time for my nap and to try to wake up my little one...he slept too much today. :D
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Monday, August 2, 2010
God, I hate nesting...
So, I've been feeling the "itch" to clean for a few weeks now. It was kind of gradual. I didn't want to overwhelm myself. Well it was kicked into full gear this weekend. I wanted everything done in two seconds. What made it worse is that I was so extremely exhausted, I didn't want to do anything! I wanted Greg to do all the cleaning. Which worked so well. I basically broke my back trying to get things done and I had to listen to Greg complain that I was overworking him.
...I really didn't care...
There are things that I'm not "allowed" to do (I.e.: Use the drill to secure the top to the changing table, move the crib to vacuum, vacuum, take the mirror off the wall so I can wash that wall, fix the window trimming, move the changing table, take the laundry downstairs...) that he had to do. But yet, he didn't want to do any of these things on his days off. Too damn bad...it needs done. And I know that the baby won't be very mobile the first few weeks of his life, but when he comes home I want him to be in a clean and organized environment. I don't care if it takes me until he comes, I want both of our rooms spotless.
With that being said: we *finally* got the baby mattress! AND we got his laundry detergent. So what does that mean? That's right, we did 5 loads of baby laundry this weekend. I still have to fold up his sheets. And I'm also probably going to refold everything that I folded already. My original plan didn't work so well, so it's looking like I need to redo it all. It just looks sloppy. And I'm on a perfectionist kick.
Not to mention I have a TON of baby clothing. It seriously is looking like I won't need to buy any clothing until he's in 12month. Plus I seriously have over 50 pairs of baby socks. LOL that just blows my mind. I thought I had a lot of socks...this kid's got me beat. I also ran out of space to put all his clothing. I finally got a hold of my father and I'll be getting my dresser in two weekends. (Which I will talk about a little later on why that is a HUGE pet peeve.)
I just want to set up his little crib already...cause I'm hoping in 28 days he'll be in it. :)
Alright...my dad. *Grumbles* The past few weeks he has been hard to get ahold of. His wife had to have a lung biopsy (it was negative...thank God) and I can understand him being busy. Well. I've been leaving him texts and calls to call me back when he can. I finally got a hold of him on Saturday. I was trying to be pleasant with him even though I was in a grumpy mood, but he was making it really difficult. Whatever, he has a lot on his plate right now. I get it. Well he was supposed to buy us a dresser/changing table combo...and I took his budget into consideration. I didn't choose something super expensive. Nor did I pick a super cheap thing either. I picked something that I would get good use out of. I was informed yesterday that I won't be getting this piece of furniture. Instead I'll be getting my old dresser from when I lived there. Not a big deal. Although I will admit I was a little peeved. I told him that was fine, but what he said next FLOORED me. "Well I have this big bike trip coming up (he's going to Milwaukee for bike week.) and since you don't call me or bother to visit me or anything I don't feel like I need to spend money on this baby."
UMKAY! I didn't tell you that you *needed* to spend money on this baby. But I let it slide. Even though he spent nearly $500 on ALL THREE of his step-grandkids. Next he said that he can't get it to me because of the bike trip. Again, no big deal. I was trying to be nice. Even though I was really pissed at this point. Next he said...well since you don't have a changing table...what are you going to do? Well, we technically do have one, I just didn't want to use it as a changing table. But I'll figure something out. I was feeling myself become grumpier and grumpier but I didn't want to let on. There is no reason for him to have the satisfaction that he made me mad. I almost held it in until he said this precious gem: "Don't forget to call your poor old dad when you go into labor. I'll have to visit. As long as it's not next week when I'm gone. I probably won't pick up if you call when I'm at bike week. If you go into labor I'm still going...so hold in that sucker until after."
...Why does my parents think that I can just "hold him in" or know when he's going to come? Seriously...they've been through this before. They should know that I have NO control over when he's coming.
Out of spite, I want to drop this baby out on Wednesday when he leaves. Don't piss off a pregnant woman.
Sorry if that vent sounded like I'm acting spoiled but it's really aggravating. I know that I wanted second hand stuff. However, I'm kind of sick and tired of my family "promising" us things that they end up going back on. My dad with the dresser, (that I could have had when we went up last time, MONTHS ago.) my mom with the bedding and my Gram with the mattress. In all these cases it would have been easier for us to just go out and get the stuff instead of waiting around for them. It's annoying. And I'm sure that my hormones aren't making it any easier on me.
Now...for the pregnancy stuff. (LOL sorry for the long post)
The past few days I've been feeling crampy. I feel like my period is coming. Like, it's right there. Apparently that's normal...when you start going into labor. However, there is this little thing called "false labor" and I'm pretty sure that's what I'm dealing with. I don't want to get too worked up about anything right now. I have an appointment with my OB tomorrow. Hopefully things are going well and he's going to stay in there a little longer.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
...I really didn't care...
There are things that I'm not "allowed" to do (I.e.: Use the drill to secure the top to the changing table, move the crib to vacuum, vacuum, take the mirror off the wall so I can wash that wall, fix the window trimming, move the changing table, take the laundry downstairs...) that he had to do. But yet, he didn't want to do any of these things on his days off. Too damn bad...it needs done. And I know that the baby won't be very mobile the first few weeks of his life, but when he comes home I want him to be in a clean and organized environment. I don't care if it takes me until he comes, I want both of our rooms spotless.
With that being said: we *finally* got the baby mattress! AND we got his laundry detergent. So what does that mean? That's right, we did 5 loads of baby laundry this weekend. I still have to fold up his sheets. And I'm also probably going to refold everything that I folded already. My original plan didn't work so well, so it's looking like I need to redo it all. It just looks sloppy. And I'm on a perfectionist kick.
Not to mention I have a TON of baby clothing. It seriously is looking like I won't need to buy any clothing until he's in 12month. Plus I seriously have over 50 pairs of baby socks. LOL that just blows my mind. I thought I had a lot of socks...this kid's got me beat. I also ran out of space to put all his clothing. I finally got a hold of my father and I'll be getting my dresser in two weekends. (Which I will talk about a little later on why that is a HUGE pet peeve.)
I just want to set up his little crib already...cause I'm hoping in 28 days he'll be in it. :)
Alright...my dad. *Grumbles* The past few weeks he has been hard to get ahold of. His wife had to have a lung biopsy (it was negative...thank God) and I can understand him being busy. Well. I've been leaving him texts and calls to call me back when he can. I finally got a hold of him on Saturday. I was trying to be pleasant with him even though I was in a grumpy mood, but he was making it really difficult. Whatever, he has a lot on his plate right now. I get it. Well he was supposed to buy us a dresser/changing table combo...and I took his budget into consideration. I didn't choose something super expensive. Nor did I pick a super cheap thing either. I picked something that I would get good use out of. I was informed yesterday that I won't be getting this piece of furniture. Instead I'll be getting my old dresser from when I lived there. Not a big deal. Although I will admit I was a little peeved. I told him that was fine, but what he said next FLOORED me. "Well I have this big bike trip coming up (he's going to Milwaukee for bike week.) and since you don't call me or bother to visit me or anything I don't feel like I need to spend money on this baby."
UMKAY! I didn't tell you that you *needed* to spend money on this baby. But I let it slide. Even though he spent nearly $500 on ALL THREE of his step-grandkids. Next he said that he can't get it to me because of the bike trip. Again, no big deal. I was trying to be nice. Even though I was really pissed at this point. Next he said...well since you don't have a changing table...what are you going to do? Well, we technically do have one, I just didn't want to use it as a changing table. But I'll figure something out. I was feeling myself become grumpier and grumpier but I didn't want to let on. There is no reason for him to have the satisfaction that he made me mad. I almost held it in until he said this precious gem: "Don't forget to call your poor old dad when you go into labor. I'll have to visit. As long as it's not next week when I'm gone. I probably won't pick up if you call when I'm at bike week. If you go into labor I'm still going...so hold in that sucker until after."
...Why does my parents think that I can just "hold him in" or know when he's going to come? Seriously...they've been through this before. They should know that I have NO control over when he's coming.
Out of spite, I want to drop this baby out on Wednesday when he leaves. Don't piss off a pregnant woman.
Sorry if that vent sounded like I'm acting spoiled but it's really aggravating. I know that I wanted second hand stuff. However, I'm kind of sick and tired of my family "promising" us things that they end up going back on. My dad with the dresser, (that I could have had when we went up last time, MONTHS ago.) my mom with the bedding and my Gram with the mattress. In all these cases it would have been easier for us to just go out and get the stuff instead of waiting around for them. It's annoying. And I'm sure that my hormones aren't making it any easier on me.
Now...for the pregnancy stuff. (LOL sorry for the long post)
The past few days I've been feeling crampy. I feel like my period is coming. Like, it's right there. Apparently that's normal...when you start going into labor. However, there is this little thing called "false labor" and I'm pretty sure that's what I'm dealing with. I don't want to get too worked up about anything right now. I have an appointment with my OB tomorrow. Hopefully things are going well and he's going to stay in there a little longer.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Monday, July 19, 2010
"You Are EXTREMEMLY Pregnant."
Yea, someone said that to me on Saturday. Way to kill my self-confidence, Mr. huge-belly-pretzel-cone-making-man.
Most days I just feel huge. But today, I feel pregnant. I have no idea if it was from my cleaning spree this weekend or if it's just because I am, in fact, extremely pregnant. I woke up this morning more tired then before I went to bed, aching back, pain in my hips, baby doing flips, headache, grumpy as hell, and craving chocolate milk. Usually on any given day I only have two of those symptoms...not all at once. :(
It doesn't help that I have been nesting like crazy. I've been scrubbing walls and sorting laundry. I finally got my dresser and I want to do laundry so bad. I started scrubbing Boo's walls. (They were stained from all the cigarette smoke....ew.) On Saturday I painted the doors in the nursery. And now I want to just put everything away. Plus I need to clean our room, but that's a fruitless task. Everyday hurricane Greg comes through and messes up all of my progress. Ughh men.
I made Greg work all weekend. We needed to make repairs to the apartment for inspection in January. So this weekend Greg and Billy painted the downstairs middle room, lay down flooring, and put up ceiling tiles. Yes, it was a lot of work, but it was just one room except for the ceiling tile (that needed done in 2 rooms downstairs.) And I spent all weekend working on the nursery. But of course, Greg is so tired and worn out and grateful that "my job is done." Excuse me? No, no, no. There is about a million more things that still needs done. So sorry for you! I guess you should have done the work weeks ago, before it got too bad.
I wish Greg would catch my cleaning bug. But atlas, nope, men don't get pregnant.
Blahh.
Time is still moving so fast. It feels like little man can come at any time (and in reality, he can...since at 35 weeks they don't stop labor at my hospital.) and I'm just not ready for him yet. I'm blowing up my dad's phone about the changing table. And I finally got Greg to start saving! (I don't care if I actually had to give him and allowance. It got the job done.) He spends way too much on just whatever he wants. He doesn't realize that babies are expensive, and diapers don't grow on trees.
I suppose I'm just so excited to get everything done. I'm hoping that by the end of the first week in August I'll have the nursery completely done; furniture and laundry too. That puts me at about 2 weeks. Which puts me at about full term. (sort of) So I'll be all set for baby Boo. And then all I have to do is wait for me to use the room. :D
T-minus 42 days until my due date...21 days until full term.
No wonder I feel so pregnant today.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Most days I just feel huge. But today, I feel pregnant. I have no idea if it was from my cleaning spree this weekend or if it's just because I am, in fact, extremely pregnant. I woke up this morning more tired then before I went to bed, aching back, pain in my hips, baby doing flips, headache, grumpy as hell, and craving chocolate milk. Usually on any given day I only have two of those symptoms...not all at once. :(
It doesn't help that I have been nesting like crazy. I've been scrubbing walls and sorting laundry. I finally got my dresser and I want to do laundry so bad. I started scrubbing Boo's walls. (They were stained from all the cigarette smoke....ew.) On Saturday I painted the doors in the nursery. And now I want to just put everything away. Plus I need to clean our room, but that's a fruitless task. Everyday hurricane Greg comes through and messes up all of my progress. Ughh men.
I made Greg work all weekend. We needed to make repairs to the apartment for inspection in January. So this weekend Greg and Billy painted the downstairs middle room, lay down flooring, and put up ceiling tiles. Yes, it was a lot of work, but it was just one room except for the ceiling tile (that needed done in 2 rooms downstairs.) And I spent all weekend working on the nursery. But of course, Greg is so tired and worn out and grateful that "my job is done." Excuse me? No, no, no. There is about a million more things that still needs done. So sorry for you! I guess you should have done the work weeks ago, before it got too bad.
I wish Greg would catch my cleaning bug. But atlas, nope, men don't get pregnant.
Blahh.
Time is still moving so fast. It feels like little man can come at any time (and in reality, he can...since at 35 weeks they don't stop labor at my hospital.) and I'm just not ready for him yet. I'm blowing up my dad's phone about the changing table. And I finally got Greg to start saving! (I don't care if I actually had to give him and allowance. It got the job done.) He spends way too much on just whatever he wants. He doesn't realize that babies are expensive, and diapers don't grow on trees.
I suppose I'm just so excited to get everything done. I'm hoping that by the end of the first week in August I'll have the nursery completely done; furniture and laundry too. That puts me at about 2 weeks. Which puts me at about full term. (sort of) So I'll be all set for baby Boo. And then all I have to do is wait for me to use the room. :D
T-minus 42 days until my due date...21 days until full term.
No wonder I feel so pregnant today.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Fireworks, Long Days and Furniture.
Well. The fourth of July was a major dud this year. Last year we had fireworks (pretty good ones, too) and tons of food and laughter. This year...not so much. No fireworks (no one had money for them) and we got a ton of food and hardly no one ate any. In fact, all the chicken that FIL got had to be made into chicken pot pie...yea. There's enough pot pie to feed a small country, for a year, if they ate it for every meal.
And my huge preggo butt doesn't want to eat something hot and heavy like chicken pot pie. Just saying...I can sweat in an air conditioned room.
Today is the first day of Greg's crazy schedule. I hope they will be able to give him at least one day off in this whole mess. Which, might be a stretch but I'm hoping. I know he's doing this so we will have a little extra money for when boo comes but I don't think it's worth working a possible 76 hours a week.
That's a little...crazy.
I think my nesting kicked in. I'm not going nuts in cleaning, however, I'm definitely in the mind set that I want to get everything together like yesterday. As of this morning I went through every single article of clothing I received. And let me tell ya...some of it, I just can't use. (preemie clothes, girl clothes, clothes that I would never want my child to wear...yes...I might be a little picky, but with what I got...I think I was entitled to it just a little bit.) I went back and forth between what I wanted to do with some of this extra stuff. I was going to sell the clothes, but I decided just to take it to Salvation Army. I really didn't get rid of that much. About 98% of the extra stuff was girls...and it was like size 4...and I'm not sure if I'm going to have another kid...so it was a little pointless for me.
It also forced me to go through all of my clothing. I hope I didn't get rid of anything that I could have used.
With this being said...I now have room for my furniture. To which I wonder...where is it? Greg and I are going to be buying my glider within the next 2 weeks...very cool. The dresser we're supposed to be getting we have no idea when she's ready to give it up (and I want it so I can paint it). And to ask my dad when he's ready to give what he's ready to give has been fruitless. I called him last night and asked him. The response I got was kinda funny. "Well you're not due for another 8 weeks...I got about 7 to get it to you." Hate to break it to you there, champ, but you don't.
I don't want to sound ungrateful. I'm really appreciative of everything I have gotten so far. However, I want to get things done. I don't want to wait until the last minute to get my nursery together. I'm the one who is primarily getting these things done so I want extra time if I slack off a day or two. I don't want to be in the hospital in labor and freaked out that my nursery isn't ready.
Maybe I'm being a control freak. And I'm probably being paranoid. And I'm a-ok with that.
Boo has been on my bladder constantly today. I've been up (and mobile after not sleeping so well last night) since 6:30 and I've been to the bathroom about...15 times so far? Yea...he's tiny little 4ish pound body is up against my bladder today and is causing me to litterly run to the bathroom more than once.
Speaking about Boo...he's totally named already. I'm not even going to lie. He has his name picked out.
...And I'm not saying what it is until he's here. Is it one of the previously mentioned? Or is it a brand new name? We will see. :)
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
And my huge preggo butt doesn't want to eat something hot and heavy like chicken pot pie. Just saying...I can sweat in an air conditioned room.
Today is the first day of Greg's crazy schedule. I hope they will be able to give him at least one day off in this whole mess. Which, might be a stretch but I'm hoping. I know he's doing this so we will have a little extra money for when boo comes but I don't think it's worth working a possible 76 hours a week.
That's a little...crazy.
I think my nesting kicked in. I'm not going nuts in cleaning, however, I'm definitely in the mind set that I want to get everything together like yesterday. As of this morning I went through every single article of clothing I received. And let me tell ya...some of it, I just can't use. (preemie clothes, girl clothes, clothes that I would never want my child to wear...yes...I might be a little picky, but with what I got...I think I was entitled to it just a little bit.) I went back and forth between what I wanted to do with some of this extra stuff. I was going to sell the clothes, but I decided just to take it to Salvation Army. I really didn't get rid of that much. About 98% of the extra stuff was girls...and it was like size 4...and I'm not sure if I'm going to have another kid...so it was a little pointless for me.
It also forced me to go through all of my clothing. I hope I didn't get rid of anything that I could have used.
With this being said...I now have room for my furniture. To which I wonder...where is it? Greg and I are going to be buying my glider within the next 2 weeks...very cool. The dresser we're supposed to be getting we have no idea when she's ready to give it up (and I want it so I can paint it). And to ask my dad when he's ready to give what he's ready to give has been fruitless. I called him last night and asked him. The response I got was kinda funny. "Well you're not due for another 8 weeks...I got about 7 to get it to you." Hate to break it to you there, champ, but you don't.
I don't want to sound ungrateful. I'm really appreciative of everything I have gotten so far. However, I want to get things done. I don't want to wait until the last minute to get my nursery together. I'm the one who is primarily getting these things done so I want extra time if I slack off a day or two. I don't want to be in the hospital in labor and freaked out that my nursery isn't ready.
Maybe I'm being a control freak. And I'm probably being paranoid. And I'm a-ok with that.
Boo has been on my bladder constantly today. I've been up (and mobile after not sleeping so well last night) since 6:30 and I've been to the bathroom about...15 times so far? Yea...he's tiny little 4ish pound body is up against my bladder today and is causing me to litterly run to the bathroom more than once.
Speaking about Boo...he's totally named already. I'm not even going to lie. He has his name picked out.
...And I'm not saying what it is until he's here. Is it one of the previously mentioned? Or is it a brand new name? We will see. :)
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Picture Tuesday.
Well again it's Tuesday. And what do I plan to do today? Clean. I don't know if I'm starting to nest a little but lately, I just want to have a clean room and nursery. I guess I want to clean because I want our room to be set up before the end of May. The nursery is a connecting room, and right now we can't get into the nursery through our room because of the TV being there. In order for Greg to move all the heavy wooden furniture (hehe) I have to make sure that everything is clean. And I need to keep it clean. I hope it's not as difficult as it might sound.
Speaking of the nursery...On Easter Greg and I layed down the carpeting and set up the crib! Omg. I l-o-v-e the carpeting...it's so soft! And clean! Best thing we got for free...for serious. I have made a pledge that the nursery is a no-shoe zone. 1.) The carpet is too nice to mess up with dirty shoes. And 2.) It's too soft and wonderful that you just have to experience the feling against your footsies.
(BTW: This picture was extremely difficult to caputre. Between my belly and his belly...PLUS trying to catch my feet in the picture? Oy.)
And THIS is the crib. OMG. So beautiful! Again, thank you craigslist, the rich man and women who sold it to us for 1/3 of what they originally spent on it, and the girl that called about the crib and then decied that it was too expensive for her. When I first called the women, she told me that the bed does not convert to a toddler bed or anything else, that it's just a crib. *devilish grin* Guessssss whattttttttt. It does convert. AND it has a drop down side? Seriously...everything I wanted in a crib and it's gorgeous and it was cheap? Can you see why I love this crib?
Greg insisted that I put my arm behind my back. Apparently I cover up too much of my belly when I put arm to my side. What he doesn't realize is that I'm trying not to show off the roll of fat that is present. But I guess it turned out pretty well.
I've noticed that my belly is sticking out further and further every week. (Note: Yes, it just dawned on me that my belly is sticking out more. For real, this pregnancy thing has me terribly scatter brained.) I also noticed that I need a new photographer. I'm not saying Greg doesn't get the job done, but he always takes stupid pictures and then wonders why they end up in the recycle bin. He also waits until I am making the most ridiculous faces or he tilts the camera so it's not straight. It looks like I'm balancing on my tip toes or something.
See what I mean by stoopid faces? Like every picture. Maybe it's not him...maybe it's me. I have no control over my face no more. :( My lower belly still hangs a lot...but I was told that I might not get a perfectly round belly because I'm so heavy. I have noticed though it is smoothing out a lot. I still hate my strech marks. Mainly because I've had them all my life, but I never had the dark red ones. My mom told me that they will fade and sometimes they go completely away...but I'm starting to have my doubts they will.
New pregnancy symptom! Not only am I starting to crave weird things, (I am dying to have noodles with peanut butter and garlic. Talk about strange.) but my ankles/feet/hands are starting to swell. Great. I've never been a big salt adder to my food, but I do like potato chips. I've been trying to watch my salt intake and it's the same as it's always been. They don't hurt (all the time) but it can be uncomfortable. Especially my ring. Sometimes it takes me a while to pull off the ring just to let my finger get some air. I refuse to take it off already. I want to keep my ring on for as long as I possibly can. We might get it resized, just because we didn't really take in account regular summer swelling.
Speaking of summer....why is it here already? I'm loving seeing the sun everyday and it being warm. However, does it really need to be almost 90 in April? No, I didn't think so. Let's work on upper 60's and 70's. I don't want to be regretting the summer months. (I already am.) Last night Greg put in the AC only to find out that it blows the circut! It's really noisey too...so we're in the market for a new one. Greg has some connections for a newer one; and my mom offered to check out her old one. We decided that we don't need a new bed, but we might get a topper so it'll be softer. It's funny, if someone puts their head at the bottom of the bed, and the legs up where the head is at...we have room. Go figure. We might sleep like that for the next few months.
That's it for this post!
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
(BTW: This picture was extremely difficult to caputre. Between my belly and his belly...PLUS trying to catch my feet in the picture? Oy.)
No Tuesday would be complete without a belly picture! And I really don't want to disappoint. :D
New pregnancy symptom! Not only am I starting to crave weird things, (I am dying to have noodles with peanut butter and garlic. Talk about strange.) but my ankles/feet/hands are starting to swell. Great. I've never been a big salt adder to my food, but I do like potato chips. I've been trying to watch my salt intake and it's the same as it's always been. They don't hurt (all the time) but it can be uncomfortable. Especially my ring. Sometimes it takes me a while to pull off the ring just to let my finger get some air. I refuse to take it off already. I want to keep my ring on for as long as I possibly can. We might get it resized, just because we didn't really take in account regular summer swelling.
Speaking of summer....why is it here already? I'm loving seeing the sun everyday and it being warm. However, does it really need to be almost 90 in April? No, I didn't think so. Let's work on upper 60's and 70's. I don't want to be regretting the summer months. (I already am.) Last night Greg put in the AC only to find out that it blows the circut! It's really noisey too...so we're in the market for a new one. Greg has some connections for a newer one; and my mom offered to check out her old one. We decided that we don't need a new bed, but we might get a topper so it'll be softer. It's funny, if someone puts their head at the bottom of the bed, and the legs up where the head is at...we have room. Go figure. We might sleep like that for the next few months.
That's it for this post!
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
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