Waiting on Boo makes me write.

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 

Picture Tuesday...I finally remembered.

Alright.  My mother has been bugging me for bump and nursery pictures.  Luckily I took a picture when I was 8 months and I took some this morning.  No more do I want to stand in front of something and have my picture taken.  It reminds me of how huge I really am.  But, I guess it is a good reference point.  She told me I looked beautiful. :(  I still think she was lying.

This is at 8 months.  It might look a little weird since I was sitting down.


This might sound a little nuts...but sometimes I'm still surprised I'm pregnant.  I can't explain it, but it baffles my mind.









Please excuse my dirty mirror. 



He's really sticking out now.  37 weeks.  You think I would be used to an ever expanding belly.  It still baffles my mind.  I'm just anxious to have him and to lose the weight.  I know it's for a good reason that I blew up like a balloon, I just want to be semi-normal again.

I'm too swollen.  I miss my feet.  And my belly is lopsided because of how he lays.

Okay...I'm done complaining. :)



Now...the nursery!  It's still not done, but it's getting there.  And it'll be done this weekend!  (Hopefully we can afford my glider.  If not, I'll probably cry.)

His laundry.  Trust me...there was more than what you think there was.  That's THREE baskets FULL of clothing, sheets, blankets and other little things.  I thought I would never get it done.

It took 5 loads of laundry and me about 4 times folding each item.  Yea...I'm that psycho.

Crib!  I loves it.

"Dressing" table.  This is actually a changing table...the top "shelf" folds towards you to give you room to change the diaper.  However, I like using it like this more.  I'll change him in his crib, or the floor.  I feel that I'm using the space better this way.

Here is the biggest pain in the neck baby item I had to put together.  It took me almost an hour to figure out how to set up this stroller.  (Sorry the picture is so dark.)  My only hope is that Greg has an equally hard time getting the car seat installed.  Seriously...that damn stroller took forever. 







I'm pretty set.  All I need is baby. :) 

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

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

No way I'll pay 100,000 for a nursery.

Hey everyone.

I was bored earlier, so naturally I've been looking at all things I'll need for the baby's room. And I stumbled across some celebrity nurseries. I cannot believe how much money they spend. A custom crib....$26,000. No no no. That does not work for my thrifty mind. Hell, I might not even spend $200 dollars for a new crib. I mean, I want the crib to be safe and strudy. But if it's second hand? I really don't mind.

And why does everything need to match? Why does the wall paper match the molding around the windows? The curtins need to match the bumper pads? The stuffed animals need to match the carpet? And all of this matches everything? Yes it would be nice to have it so "perfect" but let's face it...babies like to ruin "perfect" things. They poop. They spit up. It's a fact of life.

So, no I don't want to spend 100,000 dollars on a nursery that my baby will eventually out grow. And yes, my child will have some nice new outfits. But around the house? Who cares if he's wearing hand me downs? I grew up on hand me downs. And in this economy that's all me and Greg can afford.

Money is extremely tight for us right now. I'm not working and Greg is working as many extra hours his job throws his way. I don't want to sound like we're poor, but we don't have extra money. And I make sure to budget down to every penny. And I save every penny too. So when I see people blowing money on things that I could never dream about affording, it makes me mad. I'm glad that some people can afford to give their children all the things they want. It just doesn't seem fair. There is people who don't know how they can feed their children and others just throw their money away on senseless things.

Sorry for the rant. I just get disguested with the "rich".

Until later.
~MommyToBee