"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

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

Happy Friday!

Again, here comes the weekend.  Seems like without fail the weekend comes around and something's happening.  This weekend isn't big for me, but for Greg.  He l-o-v-e-s the first day of trout.  I must admit, I'm kind of bummed that I can't go along.  It looks like so much fun, and Greg always has a good time.  I know it's for the best.  That they usually go in some backwoods little hole, with no potty, and it's going to be all men.  I remember last year at this time.  The night before trout season started.  We both tried to stay up all night, and then at 2 am he left me.  I held onto him, begging him not to go.  (I even played dirty and tried to lure him with promises of things he likes.)  But nope, he went.  And caught some big trout.  He told me that he had some of the best trout he ever caught.

I can't believe in a year how much things have changed. 

Here we are: 5 months pregnant, engaged, living together, and trying not to kill one another.  Last year he was unemployed.  Now I'm the one without a job and he's the one who's bringing home the bacon.  (only when the bacon is on sale, of course)  Greg and I went through a lot the past year.  People trying to get in between us.  The loss of a child.  We had to deal with me being sick, and not knowing what will happen. 

I probably couldn't do it without him.

I kind of love that man a lot.  I hope he knows.  He got my heart now, forever and always.

Let me just say that craigslist is pretty effing awesome.  We bought a crib back in like January (?) for real cheap.  When we went to go see it, it looked pretty good, and it had the main feature that I wanted.  I wanted a drop side, and they are hard to find.  It looked old, it looked like it was used well and the price was pretty good.  Well fast foward to now when I see newer cribs that I love.  And then I realize that our first purchace wasn't such a great one.  The crib we first bought would have done the job, but it wasn't in my mind, safe.  Even the couple we bought it from said they got it from a second-hand store.  So, on the side Greg and I started looking for a new one.

And last night, we found it.  It is beautiful.  It's cherry.  :)  (And of course they already took down the ad)  The only thing it doesn't convert to a toddler bed, but that's okay. 
It's gorgeous.  And I'm going to make it look like a million bucks. 

'Cause Mommy is getting excited for the little one.  I'm offically saying it's one week until we find out the gender.  The other women I know who are due in August already found out what they are having...so I better find out too.  Or I'll be majorly upset.  :)

I'm off to greet the day.  I think I'm gonna go for another walk today.  It's just too beautiful not to go out.

Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee

Overachiever?

The time is currently 7:55am and I have already eaten breakfast, folded about 2 loads of laundry and did a general pick up of our room's floor.  Not only that:  but I'm dressed.  And I'm not meaning I threw on a new shirt and I'm still wearing the same old sweat pants that I've been wearing for 4 days straight.  Nope.  I am wearing jeans and a t-shirt.  I. Am. DRESSED.  Why?  I have absolutely no effing idea.  I know that I cleaned up for the landlord coming.  But the whole reason to be dressed completely blows my mind.  Generally, I don't have a reason to be dressed for the day.  I'm kind of excited that I motivated myself enough to do so. 


Well.  Let me first off on saying that I'm sorry for my (lack of) a last post.  The person I was referring to probably still has no clue that I'm completely annoyed with them.  It's kind of hurtful.  I don't want to resent this person, but I don't want to tell them how I feel because I don't want to hurt them.  This year has been very trying for them, and I don't want to complicate matters. 


So I'm going to bottle it up.  Apparently he/she doesn't want to hear what I have to say, even when they ask for my opinion.  So I'm gonna clam up.  They know that they are slowly ruining their lives.  So why should I even let them get me down?


Okay...pregnancy stuff!


I am growing impatient about finding out the sex of the baby.  It's only 10 days away (God willing) and I cannot wait!  Everyday it gets a little more exciting.  I want to know if I need pink stuff or blue stuff!  Gah.  It's like when you're little and you know a big trip is coming up.  That sort of new/exciting feeling in the pit of your stomach that keeps you up at night.  Hrmmm...maybe that feeling in the pit of my stomach is actually the baby doing flips?  Because he/she is doing that now.  Anyway, I'm too excited.  Maybe the tech could also say if I'm a little further than what the doctor's think I am?  I'm still convinced that I'm too huge for 5 months. 


Oh wait...I was huge BEFORE I got pregnant.


I sometimes forget that I'm a hippo.


Now, a little excitement.  I had a little worry attack.  Starting on Monday morning until last night, I didn't feel the baby at all.  Like....at ALL.  I freaked!  Mainly because I felt the baby everyday at least once for almost 2 weeks up at that point.  So I was worried.  I didn't know what was going on.  I tried to conivce myself that it was just in a different place and I couldn't feel it.  Or that I had a sleepy baby during the day and secretly at night the baby was kicking up a storm.  Or maybe what I was feeling for the past 2 weeks it wasn't really the baby...and more like my muscles.  Again, I tried to convince myself.  I made Greg and my Mom go nuts.  But secretly, I was out of my mind.  I can't help it.  My mom had a normal, perfect child (ME!) before she had a miscarriage.  Compared to me, it's a story of once bitten, twice shy.  So I want to be prepared for anything bad that might happen. 'Cause ya know, I'm not COMPLETELY deranged.  After a really hard time trying to convince myself that everything is fine, I finally relaxed


Anyway...last night Greg and I were watching American Idol while we ate.  And at one point, I leaned back and kind of rubbed my belly.  It was one of the performaces and I was zooning out (I don't particularly care for this preformer) and wouldn't you know....the little bugger was DANCING.  You could see my belly push up and down at spots.  Baby boo was going nuts.  I couldn't believe it.  I felt the baby flipping and punching.  The kicks seemed to be coming from everywhere. 


My kid is going to drive me to my grave.  And it might happen in utero if he or she doesn't stop making me worry.


Since the weather is be-u-t-ful I think I'm going to go for more walks in the up coming week.  Might as well, right?  Walking is good for both me and the baby.  And it let's Mommy get out of the house.  The only problem is that I live in the Ghetto.  And there's really no good place around me to walk.  We live in an area of th city that isn't completely terrible...but it's nothing like Newmanstown.  Where you can walk until the streetlights come on, and the only trouble you'll get into is your mom yelling at you for being late.  Here it's crazy drivers that don't watch where they are going.  And young kids who think they are badass.  My phillosophy is that if I don't bother you, don't bother me.  Greg makes me take a knife or something when I go out for walks, but I don't like to do that.  But I do understand that people are messed up and will try anything.


Well I think I'm going to take my overachieving butt for a walk, since the birds sound so pretty.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee

Picture Tuesday!

I'm not going to post an actual post today.  Just for the simple fact that I'm too annoyed and frustrated with a certain family member.  And I don't feel like I should post when I don't know how I'm going to deal with this situation.  Buttttttt: that doesn't mean that I can't post my belly pictures!  (Ohhhh and fishing pictures too!)

So pretty.  So rocky.  Not a good place to fish.  Especially if you're in a chair and your fiancee doesn't tell you that you're about fall into when it breaks.


As if I didn't think I was a hippo already....

Jenn's Hubs.  I don't think he realized that I took this picture.

The only catch of the day was a 13 inch large mouth bass.  It was thrown back...but it wasn't caught by one of these two men....

It was Jenn!  Go cripple kid! 

Alright...belly pictures.   18 weeks.  We're almost halfway there.  Good grief.  Although, I love my belly.

I just wish I could see my feet.  And no, I'm not sticking my belly out...this is literally what I see when I look down.


My feet have gone missing.  There is a reward out if anyone can return them to me.

Sorry about the goofy face, but I must say, I even love my strech marks.  I can definately tell that I'm more baby then fat even though it might not come off that way 100% of the time.  I feel like I got a lot wider.  Which is something that I want to work on post-baby.  I've already started doing research for how to take off the pounds once the baby is done baking. 


I know it's a long shot...but I want to lose about 80lbs after the baby.  And yes, that number might go up depending on how much I put on already.  According to what I have written down, I put on 13lbs so far.  I'm sure it's way more than that.




That's all for today, until next time:
~MommyToBee

Another Week! :D

The past few weeks have been...interesting. Weeks 15 and 16 I had a stomach bug that made me worry about the health of the baby. Week 17, I found it hard to eat and drink water. And now at week 18 is starting off with lots of cravings and hunger. Yesterrday I needed to have pancakes for breakfast. (I had a dream about them. Then I needed to have spaghetti with meat sauce. For desert I needed to have a mixed dish of ice cream from Dairy Queen.

I maintain the fact that it wasn't me who wanted it...it was the baby. And boy, once I ate those three things...I got kicked...alot. In fact, when Greg and I were at Giant to pick up some of the things we needed for the spagetti, I got kicked so hard in the kidney, I almost doubled over. Of course, Greg goes..."The baby can't kick you in the kidney!" And all I could think was: "Oh yea, and you've had a mini human growing inside of you?" I know that the baby didn't really kick my kidney...but it felt like it. And the fact that the kicks are getting stronger is a pretty awesome thing. I had a little issue with not being able to feel them on the inside, but I definately felt them on the outside. That is no longer the case. I'm pretty sure that the little one is doing flips and cartwheels and pretending that my insides are his or her own personal punching bag.


It's pretty awesome though. :) I really am not complaining. I just want him or her to know that it's prefectly find to beat me up. I just beat up Daddy then. :D
So I had a pretty amazing weekend! It started out on Saturday. My best friend, Jenn, came down for a visit. Jenn, her husband, Greg and I went fishing and just had a nice day just fishing and catching up. It was so nice to be around some of my friends. Seems like lately it's been all about Greg and his friends. I know that's not really the case...but it was really nice to see them! I'll have to post the pictures I got from our little fishing trip tomorrow, since I can't seem to find the usb cord. We went fishing...got caught on rocks...lost sinkers and hooks...Jenn was the only one who caught a fishie!...we had dinner...and a little shopping at Greg's favorite store. I actually cried a little when we had to say goodbye. I'm a sap. And pregnancy hormones aren't helping.
I know that it's only less than 2 weeks until I get to see everyone up there. I am so friggen excited. I'm also pretty excited for our gender prediction ultrasound. I really, really, REALLY want to know! Seems like everyone else who is due the month I'm due already found out. I know I'm one of the late ones, but I still want to know! I know in the beginning I was praying it's a boy...but I'm raelly liking the fact that there might be a little girl in there. Either way...I'm going to be happy.


*kicking starts for the first time today*


Well, I guess it's about that time...stoopid laundry.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee

After Awhile, Water Stops Tasting Good.

I have been very good about drinking enough water for me and baby this whole pregnancy.  At least 3 liters of water a day.  However, I think I hit the wall.  Water is just not quenching my thirst.  I know it should be the go to drink, but if I have to drink another glass, I'm going to freak.  I've started drinking more milk, but I can't drink it beyond the morning hours or if I have cookies.  I added a little bit of juice to my daily intake due to some tummy issues with the bathroom.  It's not like soda is a good option.  I might drink a little when I go out to eat, but I rarely drink it at home anymore. 

So here I am, forcing myself to drink water.  I do it for the baby.  I just wish that it would taste better.  I know I could drink Crystal Light, but even that doesn't sound to appealing. 

Not only am I not digging water, I'm also not very hungry.  I eat breakfast (cereal with extra milk and sometimes with a piece of fruit) and then I have a pack of fruit snacks about 2 hours later.  I then have to force myself to eat lunch by 1, only to eat again at 5.  Lunch and dinner I have to force down.  And I'm noticing that those meals are getting smaller and smaller.  I have no idea what's causing this. 

I'm getting a little afraid that it would be affecting the baby for the simple fact that I haven't felt Baby Boo move yesterday or today.  I'm sure it's because I haven't been that active and I haven't really tried to lay down and just feel the baby.  So today I'm going to try some cleaning and moving around and hopefully that will wake up the little one a little more.  I know that it's still early for me to feel the little one, so I'm not trying to worry too much.  I know I'm a worry wort so I need to put some things in the back of my mind.

I'm pretty stoked for this weekend though!  My best friend, Jenn, and her husband are planning on coming down here for a little fishing trip.  I just hope that it isn't as "cool" as they want it.  Between yesterday and today the weather changed about 6 times.  I haven't seen her since the end of November, so I'm pretty sure I need some "girl" time.  Besides, it'll be the first time that she's actually seeing the "bump".  Hell, she's the first of my friends back home that are seeing it!  It's been too long...seriously.

And that means it's only 16 days until we get to find out what the baby is!  (Well, hopefully)  I'm planning on drinking some OJ before we go, even though I really don't like OJ.  Why?  It's supposed to make the baby more active.  A more active baby = better chance of him or her opening their legs.  And I want the baby to show it allllll off.  I want to be able to tell my mom and dad and Jenn and everyone(!) what we have inside of me!

Lots of excitement in my world, let me tell ya.

Side note:  I found an old teacher on facebook today.  Mind you, I had a h-u-g-e crush on this teacher while in high school.  Seriously, he was gorgeous.  Now, I found him, I don't have the courage to add him, but I found out he got married!  *tear!*  No one ever thought that he would get married...a lot of us thought he was batting for the other team.  But I knew he wasn't.  Damn, he's married!?! :(
Yes, I know I'm knocked up and engaged to another man...so?

Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee