Sleep is wasted on me.

I haven't slept right for the past few nights.  I had this problem last week and it's starting to get to me.  At night I'm up for hours at a time just tossing and turning. Although when I do sleep it's pretty decent...but it takes me hours to wake up.  I can't shake the sleepies.  I know it's because I am so uncomfortable.  I can't roll over by myself.  And if I somehow manage to lay on my back, it's like a turtle trying to get off its' back.  I keep telling myself that I won't be like this forever.  Eventually he will be out and although I'll have to deal with a newborn then, maybe sleep won't be so difficult. 

I'm sure I'm going to those words hardcore.

I'm not sure if my lack of sleep is causing my next problem: severe mood swings.  They aren't like the mood swings I've had so far.  Basically I've been crying like it's going out of style.  Yea, it's probably lack of sleep and me stressing out and all the bullshit that goes into late (LATE) pregnancy.  All I know is that I want it to stop.  Everytime Greg turns the corner I'm crying for some reason or another.

To make matters worse; Greg's sister (Lori), 16 year old neice (Donea) and twin nephews (Zach and Aaron) were in a car accident last night.  They were taken by ambulence to Hershey Medical Center and the kids were admitted.  It's super difficult to get any sort of information.  I know that Donea was driving (she just got her permit, pulled out in front of a car, and was t-boned), one of the twins had to have emergency surgery.  We also got news that one of the twins fractured his neck but we don't know which one.  Scary stuff.

Who knows maybe all of this excitement will send me into labor, although I'm doubtful.  I haven't had a SINGLE contraction since they stripped my membranes.  Although I'm having more of a discharge, I'm suprised I'm not having more of the "pre"labor pains anymore.  I just want this baby out and in my arms.  :(  I swear he's never coming out. 

Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee 

Can I have my epidural now?

Well.  After speculation I got confirmation last night that Boo, indeed, dropped.  I thought my hip pain was bad before...OMG I wasn't expecting this.

Let's just say this:  it feels like I have a bowling ball on my cervix.  Walking makes me groan.  Rolling over is nearly impossible.  My pubic bone feels like it's going to snap in half.  And my hips pop. 

I'm really not complaning.  I know this is actually a good thing.  It means baby is more than likely engaged into my pelvis and is putting pressure on my girly bits.  Everywhere I read I see that a baby usually drops 2-4 weeks before delivery.  *For the first-time mom*  God, please let it be closer to two weeks.

I had my first full term appointment yesterday!  I gained 3 pounds. :(  Which means, I offically gained 50 pounds during this pregnancy.  My blood pressure was good (as always...even though I eat Chief Boyaredee..) to the dismay of my nurse.  Again they had a hard time finding Boo's heartbeat.  I tell them to go to my left side but they don't listen.  But once they found it, it was a solid 140.

I also find it amazing that in the span of 15 minutes my fundal height went from 44 weeks to 42 weeks down to 38 1/2 weeks.  : /  Why the large span?  He had his butt up in the air!  (Haha Jenn...he sleeps like me!)  So no ultrasound...no talk of induction.  Thank you, JESUS!  I know that could change but I don't think it will.  I'm determined to let his guy bake.  No matter what anyone says.

Best of all...the doctor gave me the okay to do "self" induction!  Things like intercourse, (which Greg is VERY happy about) nipple stimulation, walking, sweeping, doing squats, eating spicy food/ pineapple and some herbs.  I'm not going to do the herbal route, mainly because I don't want to have this stuff left over and not needing it.  But everything else...sign me up!  I made pork tacos last night (OMG SO GOOD!) and Greg told me not to put anymore spice in it because it was making him sneeze.  Too bad...I wanted it.  I've been craving spicy food and now that I don't have constant heartburn, I'm gonna eat it.

The only downside is that since I'm not having contractions they still haven't checked my cervix.  Which is a little discouraging.  I mean, there is a chance that I'm having contractions but just not feeling them.  Soooo I really want to try to get some contractions started.  (Okay, okay...I know I'm going to regret saying that...but give me a break, I'm so over being pregnant.) 

Today is going to be dedicated to cleaning and getting my hospital bag together.  Even the OB says I could go at anytime...but she can't pin point it.  *grumbles.*

The ball is in his court now...C'mon BABY!

Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee

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

"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

Picture...Thursday?

I have every intention of working on the blog at least 3 times a week...sometimes that just doesn't happen.  Instead, I get lazy and decide I rather sit in my son's room and play with his baby toys.  Yea...I'm going to be that kind of a mom.

Let me first say how wonderful my shower was on Saturday.  It was really a great party, and I was so surprised that everyone was so excited for me and Greg.  That's something that makes me feel really great.  I'm so grateful for everything that I got.  And for all the well wishes that I received.

Now all I have to do is return some things (pack'n'play...a $12 crib sheet that I just thought was cute) and do the thank you cards.

Ohhh and go through the 4 full garbage bags of clothes that I got.  The baby is never going to be without something on.

Tuesday I was supposed to a post but you already know what I was doing and then yesterday my body hated me and I didn't crawl outta bed.  It was the most gorgeous day too.  I was a little bummed.

But here's this week's pictures!

Holy baby, Batman!  This is 31 weeks...and some days I feel like I can't get any bigger.  But I know that's not the case and I can definitely get a whole lot bigger.  Boo is taking up a lot more room lately.  His head is always in my hoo-ha and his feet are in my ribs.  And he always has hiccups. 

I've started to get new symptoms again.  Since I'm about 90% sure he dropped some body parts are swollen and I got something that I thought I was lucky to avoid.  I'm not going to mention what I got...but let's just say...it ain't pretty.

Well now it's time to go through some baby clothes! 

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

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?

No Tuesday would be complete without a belly picture! And I really don't want to disappoint.  :D

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

Early Morning Weekend Edition.

BLEH!  Greg woke me up because he was extrememly loud getting out of bed for work this morning.  And it's a non-stop day for him and I.  He's working 5-11, then a fishing show, and then Old Navy.  I'm pretty pleased with myself, I'm making Greg go clothes shopping becuase he's dragging me to a fishing show.   After that it's cleaning, cleaning, cleaning. 

I hate busy Saturdays.  

Top it all off:  migrane, morning sickness and hearburn is plaguing me in the 20 minutes I've been awake.  Something tells me that today is going to be a l-o-n-g day. 

I do have something you all must try.  From Rita's:  the Sweedish Fish Geliati with vanilla custard.  OH.MY.GODDDDDDDD.  It was better than sex.  Like, way better than sex. 

I think my bed is calling my name again.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee

Men! And Baby!

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

Belly belly belly.

Back story: I've always been heavy and "squishy". Here's me at 7 1/2 weeks along. No baby belly here, just flub. *eww, I look REALLY heavy*

Then only 3 weeks later....

This is me today, at 10 weeks 3 days! Notice how BIG my belly is! Most of the time I feel more than just 3 months...I feel more like 5. Now, purely based on this picture I think I'm having a boy...why? 'Cause of the simple fact that nothing but my boobs and belly are getting bigger. I've always been well-endowed. However...I am not prepared to already be a 42DDD. Yea. Officially the biggest they have ever been. Which of course, Greg has NO problem with.

Ever since my belly started getting hard, the whole pregnancy is starting to become a little more real. Since ya know, the whole morning sickness and lack of period isn't that much of a confirmation for me. It's becoming so surreal. I wake up in the middle of the night and I realize that I've been sleeping in a totally unnatural position for me. (Yes, Jenn, I know, I can sleep with my butt up in the air...but I cannot for any reason get comfortable only on my side)

I've been really cautious on how I eat, and what I eat. I must admit though, it is getting a little hard. I wake up sometimes in the middle of the night and can't go back to sleep because I am hungry. I know I should eat when I get hungry but at 1:30am it's a little difficult to do so. And then when I wake up in the morning, I'm starving. Breakfast seems to be getting bigger and bigger. The rest of my meals are staying the same except for a small snack before dinner. (If not, I'll be so hungry it only takes 4 bites and then I'm full.) I'm trying not to give in but sometimes, baby boo gets to the better of me.

I've found out that my constant nose blowing and stuffiness is because of the baby. Yea, apparently since everything else in my body is going haywire, why not my nose too?

Other than that...everything has been going pretty well! :) I've actually learned not to stress out as much. Although I feel like crud now, it won't last forever. And the end product will be worth everything I've gone through so far, and will go through in the future.

Greg has been working a lot, which makes me miss him. Thank God. For a while, I wanted to get away so I actually would miss him. It was too much. We're always together and when we're not we're texting. It's ridiculous how many texts we send to each other per day. But I'm starting to miss him a little more and more. Now if we can only work on me getting my back rubs every day...hmmm.

Well, that's all for now!

Until Later:

~MommyToBee

Nothing like being pregnant and angry.

So...in an earlier post I expressed about some negative influences in my life, and how I do not wish to continue to have them in my life. Well yesterday, it hit the fan again. I was not aware that a private text message was forward to a (now distant) friend of mine. (aka the bitchy gay in the previously mentioned blog) He decided that he wanted to come attack me with words after I refused to discuss something very private with him. This is apparently against everything that of what our friendship was. Apparently I'm acting like a child because I don't want to talk about somethings anymore.

I'm not exactly sure about what text was actually sent but it had to be the one that is somewhere along the lines of: "I'm starting my life here now. I don't always have time to go up there." It is true. It's time for me to grow up. I got my future husband here and I'm pregnant. I can't just drop everything on a whim to come see people who make me feel terrible whenever I see them. I'm tired of just listening to people and them not having the same decency to listen to anyone else.

I just don't understand how you can say that you miss someone and then stab them in the back. The whole situation is too bi polar for me. Not only is it bi polar, it's high school. It's childish. (And here I am, avoiding confrontation by blogging about it.) I'm so over the petty drama, and trying to please them. There's only 3 people I need to worry about making happy right now. That's me, baby-babe, and Greg. And so far, we're all smiles. (except for when I'm bawling)

I guess I'm just really angry. I'm frustrated. I don't have many friends anymore. And that's for a number of reasons. Maybe they stopped coming around. Maybe I didn't really care to keep in contact. Maybe we just grew apart. Sometimes I just feel very alone. I don't have any friends around here, cause I'm too shy. And most of my long friendships are destroyed because of me growing up. A lot has changed for me within the past 11 and a half months, and some can't accept that. I'm not trying to blame other people, I know most of my failed friendships are mostly me to blame. But I'm not going to say "I'm sorry" to everyone who thinks I hurt them. I might be very empathetic, but I'm not that guilty.

So I'm done. I'm done with people trying to break my spirit. There's nothing wrong with me...I'm just becoming an adult. I'm growing up. I'm spreading my wings. Nothing can keep me down anymore. (Morning sickness is the only exception to that rule.)

Pregnancy side note:
Morning sickness is dwindling down even more! I'm so happy about that. Now I only get that "gagging" feeling at the most random times. Like: opening a can of corn, the feeling of wet toilet paper, (don't ask) and the first smell of the bathroom. Mood swings are slowing down, I have more control over them. Cravings though...are up. Way up. I get hungry for everything. And when I want something...I need to have it. I'm trying to control them. But lately they're getting harder to manage. In the morning I get so hungry I actually get hunger pains....as soon as I wake up. I don't like it. Headaches are coming back too. (blah)


Well I'm done with complaining and now my head hurts. So until later!
~MommyToBee

Morning sickness attacks morning, noon and night?

Hey all.

Although I am so happy to be pregnant I am seriously starting to hate the pregnancy symptoms. Such as: nausea, peeing every 5 minutes, hunger, exhaustion, stomach pains from digestive troubles, backaches, and migraine headaches are starting to wear thin. Oh, and I forgot to mention the mood swings. Poor Greg. If I'm not yelling at him for something completely random, or laughing hysterically at a tiny detail; I'm bawling my eyes out. Yesterday, I cried all day. And I was really crying over nothing at all. But I could not stop.

Maybe it's my own fault though. Every morning I tell the baby to make me as sick as they want to, just to let me know that he or she is in there. I can handle being sick and moody as long as in eight or so months the baby comes home with me, healthy. I know that the more sick you are, and the more you feel like absolute crap, the better is for the baby. (Strange but more than one pregnant woman has told me that.) I've been trying pretty much any old wives tale for some of my symptoms. Like, when you're tired take a little break from what you're doing and rest up a little. Morning sickness: eat 2 saltines before you even move to wake up in the morning and drink peppermint tea. (So did not work well at ALL) Peeing all the time? Drink more milk. Tired: take naps (no, duh) And with migraines I've tried cold compresses.

If I could find something to help me from being a raging b*tch, I would definitely take that.

If I could find something to stop me from crying every time I breathe, I would take that too.

And I learned that the wonderful experience of morning sickness doesn't just happen in the morning. It does, though, happen all the time. Mine likes to strike between lunch and dinner. And then after dinner, I will have heartburn and hiccups; no matter what I eat.

It is a wonderful thing to know that you have something living inside of you for 9 months, but it is hell on you until the critter pops out. I'm only 7 weeks and I feel like crud. I've felt like crud since as soon as the baby was made. But, I will live with it everyday if I have to.

Until next time.

~MommyToBee