"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

"I'm sorry for knocking you up for this weather."

I love my fiancee.  He's so cute sometimes.


If you don't know, there is a mini-heat wave over Pa.  It's not too bad, just really muggy and humid.  It's also April.  So I'm really dreading this whole "summer" pregnancy thing.  I knew it wasn't going to be easy.  But dang...does it have to start so early?  Lucky for me though, this weekend it's going to break and go back the the mid 60's and that's a little more like it. 


Greg got the AC to work last night, after he said I looked down right miserable.  By 7 o'clock I already took 3 showers and I had another one after we got the AC to kick in.  I tried to suck it up but I felt like I was melting.  Today though, I actually turned off the AC...I got that cold.  I even put on my long-sleeved shirt on.  I'm sure I'm going to be hot tonight, but for right now, I'm feeling pretty good.


Good grief is it August yet?


It's three days until we have our ultrasound.  I cannot wait.  Both Greg and I are going crazy over this.  It's a big moment for us.  I just wonder what we have.  Last night I had a dream that it was a little boy.  Looked exactly like Greg.  So I'm wondering if that's a little forsight to what we can expect?  All I know is that we're going to have a cute baby.  I can see it now.  And if I close my eyes and just let my mind wonder, I can almost feel that baby in my arms already.  We still got around 20 weeks to go...the wait is killing me!  I wonder if I'm excited because of losing munchkin last year?  I suppose that's a theory.


The time seems to be dragging.  I don't mind the whole pregnancy thing...I just want the main event to get here.  It seems so far away.  And I got so much time to go. 


Well I think it's time for a nap...
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee

Baby are you down, down, down, down, down?

I would like to know how one person can be completely exhausted but completely hyper at the same time?  I've been waking up at the strangest hours and not being able to fall back asleep.  I think this pregnancy thing is preparing me for life after delivery.  All I want is to have one night where I sleep for more than 2 hours straight.  I know that's asking for a lot.  I can understand to go to the bathroom.  But jeez.  Just one night?  Please, baby?

This is a very short blog.  Basically, I wanted to post more yesterday, but it already seemed to be long so this is a continuation.

But.  When you see a pregnant women at a store...please....PLEASE...do not touch her belly.  If you really want to touch, ask.   Do not just walk up and start rubbing on their belly.  It's just not nice.
 
Also.  I'm 4 months.  I'm not carrying twins.  I'm not ready to pop.  I'm fat.  Always was.  Probably always will be.  I'm huge already.  You don't need to remind me.  

No, I don't know the sex yet.  Please stop asking.  I didn't know at 7 weeks...and I won't know until 19 weeks.  Sorry.  

Oh.  And my boobies and how I use them, are my business.  Not yours.  :)

I'm sorry for the mini-rant. 
Until next time:
~MommyToBee

Intro and yadda yadda yadda.

Well thank you to my best friend, Jenn, for always getting me to try different things. And when she started blogging a little more, I decided that I wanted to keep track of how my pregnancy is going.

I guess the story starts last June 10th. My-then-boyfriend (now fiancee) and I found out that after only a few short months of dating, we were expecting. Our happiness was soon taken away though when on July 7th we lost the baby. After months of depression and grieving, we finally felt that we can move on past our pain. We knew that we wanted to get married and then after we were "hitched" we would try again to have a baby. Well, lo and behold, we ended up expecting again. We found out on Christmas even morning.

A few days later though, I went to the emergency room with some pain in my lower belly. This struck a cord with me, and of course my mind went to the worst case. Luckily, that is not the case and things are looking great. We had our (techincally second) ultrasound today. But it was the first one to actually see the baby's progress. I got a grainy picture. And a promise that the baby's heart looked strong.

I might not post everyday, but I will post regularly. This way I can reflect on my pregnancy.

Have a good night everyone!