Well, the past few nights again it's been hard to sleep. Not because of the kicking in my stomach or the spring that just so happens to be under my butt no matter which way I lay; but it's because of my wonder finacee taking up the bed. He was on top of me all night. Or, he was laying on his back and sticking out every and any appendage on my side of the bed. I woke up at 2:30, belly off the side of the bed and the rest of me was teetering on the edge. I had a knee in my back, an elbow at the nape of my neck and a snoring man that was so loud that I swore he would wake the dead.
Let's just say....I was not amused.
Oh, let's tell your pregnant girlfriend was hogging the bed when she finally wakes up. C'mon...don't be stooopid. She will kill you.
So. I'm looing for a new mattress. We have a queen (I think?) and I think it's time to get a king. We do have enough room now, especially once I'm no longer pregnant. But now it's getting ridiculous. I'm trying not to take up the whole bed but instead Greg is being the bed hog. I really can't take it anymore. Most days I wake up feeling more tired then before I went to bed.
The mattress we have is a good one. It was my late handicapped aunt's bed (she was a double amputee) and she didn't have it a long time before she passed. I used it for 18 months at my dad's and then it went unused for about the same time. Then once I moved in with Greg we brought it into where we're living now. We had it since August and it's been working well. However...the springs are starting to come loose, there are two divits where him and I lay and it makes noise. (that might be the box spring) I have no idea how it gotten this bad so quickly. Maybe too much bouncing? (LOL) We do have a problem with just plopping on the bed. And so did my aunt Bonnie. So maybe it's just wear and tear?
All I know is that I need a new mattress and I need one now. Because if I wake up to an knee trying to go up my butt one more time...someone is going to wake up in a lot of pain...and it won't be me.
It's Tuesday! And you know what that means! Peeectures!
I know I'm blocking my "belly" but that's because the baby was kicking and I didn't want to miss it. I feel like I'm always hungry lately and that's starting to bug me. I try to eat as filling things as I can but it doesn't always happen.
To me, I don't see myself as "big". I just see "baby". Maybe it's just the camera angle? I'm not sure. But from the side...I don't feel big. But in the longer distance pictures I'm h-u-g-e.
However, it's a whole 'nother story when I look down. I've always had a belly. But for the last few years I lost weight and I would see my boobs before my belly. Well, that's all changed. My belly just sticks out. (sorry the picture isn't the best) I like looking at it. To me, it's cute.
Well, that's all for now. I'm going to try to sleep since I got the bed to myself.
Until Next Time,
~MommyToBee
...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
Remember when you were really little and you would make a fort out of blankets, pillows, sofa cushions, and pretty much anything else that was nice and warm and fluffy? Yea, I do that pretty much every morning with my massive amounts of pillows and blankets. I can't help it. My sleeping schedule somehow shifted after this whole crazy "spring forward" time change. My bedtime (yes, bedtime) has been 8pm for a long time. Now, I cannot get to sleep before 10pm. Then waking up with Greg anytime between 3:30 and 6:00am...it's not much fun. PLUS, the 3-8 times a night that I wake up to go to the bathroom? Blehhhhh. I know I need to get used to it, because the baby won't care if I'm exhausted or not. But these are the last few months I have of "uninterrupted" sleep that I can get for up to a year and beyond. I hate it that Greg can just sleep and sleep and sleep. And yet, I'm the one who needs it most and I'm not getting enough.
It literally takes me hours to wake up in the morning. Some days I can have a little pep in my step, but I really don't have that much get up and go anymore. I want one night of just solid sleep. Just because it's such a distant memory now.
Okay, I'm done bitching now.
I love this spring time weather. It's amazing. I think Greg and I are going fishing on Saturday and following that we're going for a nice dinner. It's the one thing that I'm buying for just him and I with income tax. The rest of the money is going for the baby. A little "nest egg" if you will. Let's face it, I need out of this house. If I have to go fishing to get out, I'm going to take it. I'm tired of sitting in the house all day, usually feeling like crud, waiting for Gregory to come home. I'm tired of doing laundry and cleaning. Sometimes I wish Greg would help a little more...I know he does so much already....but I don't think I can do it all on my own.
Now...about the doctor appointment we had on Tuesday. I gained about 7 pounds! *Yikes!* I'm trying not to eat like a crazed women, but lately it's been hard. Sometimes I'm just hungry. And I like to eattttt. But, they told me it was "okay". We heard the hearbeat nice and strong. 145, baby. There was no denying how clear it was. The nurse that got the heartbeat the first time at 12 weeks told us that she never gets it at that time. She then even told us that it's hard to get at 16 weeks too, and that for it to be that strong is a really good sign. She then commented on the ultrasound picture (yes, I took the picture in) is really clear and she's suprised that they got such a good one. :D
We had a student doctor come in first. She was an idiot. No, no, I'm being truthful. She. Was. Dumb. She couldn't answer any of my questions so I had to ask the attending everything. And even then I wasn't completely satisfied. (Who tells a women who's had a history of miscarriages that she can lift weights up to 50lbs and do jumping jacks?) But anyway. He said that I shouldn't feel movement yet, because I'm so heavy. That broke my heart. He told me it was probably just gas and I was imagining the baby move. It doesn't make sense that he would say that, because it's how sensative the muscles are, not how fat you are. I didn't cry there but I cried all night when Greg fell asleep. I didn't want to look all bloodshot for the pictures that Greg and I were going to take.
I like how I look. I mean, yes I'm huge..But I like it. I don't like some of the comments I recieve. Mostly if they know for sure that there's just one in there. There is! I understand that I'm big. However you don't have to say that "oh, it looks like twins!" It's not. There's only one. I don't understand why people could be hurtful like that. Just like any other girl, I've had a lot of self-esteem issues. And that doesn't go away when you're pregnant. When I look at myself, I don't see myself as that big. Yes, it's more than before, but it's not as much as what some might see in the picture.
Long story short...it hurts when someone comments about your weight. No matter if you're super skinny, a big hippo or somewhere in between. That doesn't go away just because you're expecting.
I think I look pretty good. But that might just be me. I'm enjoying how my belly just seems to point out. Still bums me out that some are so negative about my weight. It's none of their business.
So what if I have dark red strech marks? Although I don't like how they look, they're there for a very beautiful reason.
Strike that though...I don't really like this picture. I just want to show, that I'm not ashamed to show 'em off. Just because I'm fat and my belly hangs a little doesn't mean there's not a baby in there. (ONE baby) And proves that strech marks just happen.
This stomach bug that I had, really messed up my whole system. This might be T.M.I. but I can't go to the bathroom. It's kind of annoying. And the antibotics that I had for my "mild" UTI, makes my pee have a sligtly green (I shit you not) color. "Medicine might change color of urine" ummmm yea! I still don't have my hunger back 100% yet. And I still feel sick to my stomach every once in a while. But thank God it's a lot better now.
If only I could take a nap. Like a 20 hour nap. That would be a-m-a-z-i-n-g.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Yuppp that's pretty much how the past 4 days were for me. Saturday, as you already know I came down with a stomach bug that's been going around here. Sunday I felt better, and I went shopping! (Momma needed some new, CUTE clothes) I got my first pair of maternity jeans, as well as a few shirts and a great fitting bra. (HELLO 44E!!!) Greg got some more fishing stuff. (Which he doesn't need but it's the only thing he's spending his income tax on instead of a headstart on bills) Sunday, I fet amazing. Just a little nausea...but meh...it was alright.
Monday though, completely. different. story.
Woke up super early after going to be super late. And I got sick. When I say sick...I mean...SICKLY sick. This whole process of me trying to get out of the blankets and running out of the room to go to the bathroom while holding everything down that was coming up faster that I could run; woke Greg up. While I was in the shower; Greg did my laundry, and went to Giants. That boy kinda loves me. :D He got me all the things I would need for a day in bed with a stomach bug: Soup, gatorade, crackers and really trashy gossip mags.
Unfortunately it wasn't enough. Before Greg could come home I was so dehydrated that I couldn't keep anything down nor could I pee. (TMI I know) I was getting dizzy and I started feeling really tired. So, we went to the hospital just in case. Thank God I did. They had to give me 2 bags of IV fluids because I was apparently that dehydrated. Plus a medicine to help the nausea. And they also found that I had a mild UTI...which is supposedly common in pregnant women.
They also did an ultrasound. :D
Sorry it's not the best quality..but we were so excited to show it off. That's our baby! *stiffles a happy yell* Although the tech told us she couldn't tell us what it was...she did say to think pink. I guess we'll have to try again if it is a girl...momma still wants her boy. The baby was unaffected by my not eating/ not drinking. We have a doctor's appointment today and I'll ask about how the baby is doing. But so far, so good.
Him and I make cute babies. Even if it looks a little like an alien.
I guess I should say something about the belly cast in my title line. While we were at Motherhood Maternity, the sales girl talked Greg into wanting a belly cast done. I didn't want to do one because I think they are a waste of space, time and effort. But daddy seems like he wants to go through with it. And honestly, if he wants it that bad...why not. It would be a nice reminder of what my belly looked like.
I will post a little more tomorrow. We need to take belly pics, and that will be done tonight. And I will also let you all know how my appointment goes.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
So, my "morning sickness" turned out to be a stomach bug. It was seriously bad. There are 2 things that you sorta need to do while pregnant, if you like it or not.
1. Eat
2. Drink.
Guess who couldn't do either? This bug sucks, and I'm still dealing with it. Not only me, Greg has it too. Poor guy, after he got "sick" he still took care of me. Although he was feverish and achy and all he wanted to was sleep.
I think we got it pretty beat. My fever is gone...I'm not sure about his. I'm still sick to my stomach. And instead of the chills, I got the sweats. Hopefully I'll feel better soon. Him and I got a lot of things to do. There's no such thing as a "lazy" weekend anymore.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
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
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
