Lately I've been feeling lonesome and about 20 other shades of depressed. I know Greg is trying his best to keep me together...but honestly, he can't get get my out of this funk. I've been walking a little more...cleaning when I can. (I was told yesterday all the work I did was for nothing...because Greg won't be able to move things around this weekend.) But lately I just want to not be here. I don't want to be around his family...especially when they are driving me nuts. I don't need someone to ask me where I'm going or when I'm going to be home. I guess that's the drawback when you're too broke to move out on your own.
It's times like this when I miss home. I miss my family...even if they are crazy. I miss to downtime of it all. Hell, I almost miss the smell. To me, York isn't home. But it's Greg's home, and I would never make him uproot his life like I did willingly almost 2 years ago. (Wow...it's been that long?) Now I wish I could change that decision. I'm not a city girl. This country girl is missing home more than anyone knows.
Even if we were to save money and find a place up there, either Greg or I or both would have to find jobs immediately. And in this economy, I don't see how that's possible. Yes, it's looking up, but it could still take an additional 2 years to get on the right track. Frankly, Greg has a good thing going where he works. Yes, he's *only* a temp, but he's in good with the bosses. And apparently the head wearhouse boss is trying to get him a first shift job, as soon as one opens up. Chris (the wearhouse boss) wants him to stay with the company. She even offers him overtime when she can. As much as I hate to say it, he needs this job and we can't really think about moving away from it.
I'm sure my depressive thoughts are not helped by the fact that I've been lacking sleep and sick the past few days. Since I'm working on trying not to complain so much (especailly to Greg, he doens't need to hear about it all the time) I've "suffered in silence" since Sunday. I can't seen to get comfortable at night, and when I do, I have the worst nightmares. Then when I wake up in the morning I have these terrible headaches that don't go away. I know it might not seem like a whole lot but when you're not sleeping and all you want is sleep? It starts to get to you. I'm pretty sure my body is just preparing me for when Little Man comes. But really body, do we have to start a whole 19 weeks before he's due?
Hormones are not my friend. Not my friend at all.
I think it actually might be time to just relax a little until this headache chills out for a little.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
I really don't feel like cleaning today... (pics!)
This weekend Greg promised me that we are going to rearrange our room. While I'm excited for a new set-up, (his ex made him move the furniture to where it is now) I know it's going to be a lot of work. Mainly all week I got to pack up all "loose" things and put them in the nursery so it'll be easier to move things around. To be quite honest, I'm really nervous anout all the things that have to be moved. I'm still not fully moved in from when I moved from my old place to here. It's sad to say that some of my stuff is still in boxes.
When I first moved in there just seemed like there wasn't room for me. Why? Because he still had a whole bunch of stuff from his ex. That's right! And guess what...it's been 16 months since they were "offically" broken up and there's still some of her stuff here. She got some of her stuff...but she left a lot of clothes. I know that in the beginning it was hard for him to get her things out of there...since most of it he bought. Buttttt c'mon...let's get it out of here! I can't wait to have her out of our lives completely. Everything about this women is terrible, I don't know how he put up with it for so long.
But I know that I need to pack up this stuff so we can move things around. Really we need another person, because I can't move the heavy stuff. And pretty much everything in our room is H-E-A-V-Y. It's either solid wood or a big tv. Not to mention we got to make sure that all the electronic stuff is pluged into the right places. (This place has the worst electrical system I've ever seen.) We're also going to clean everything in the room. Including the walls, molding, and I think we're even going to get new curtains/ blinds.
...'Cause this baby is going to have a clean place to go.
Well it's Tuesday! That means pictures! (Cause we all know that I love showing it off, even if I am a hippo)
I have no idea why lately my camera thinks I suddenly have a tan. I'm not that dark. I'm still as pale as an emo kid that's afraid of the sun. Maybe I got to look and see what setting it's on...that might be it.
But here I am...21 weeks. I haven't noticed any weight gain besides my butt (a little) and my belly. My legs or my arms haven't gotten any fatter...just my belly. Which is funny because when I go to a public place people just stare at me as if I ate a watermellon whole. I know I've "popped" out a little...but I think it's really noticible that I'm pregnant and not just fat.
I think Greg was getting a little jealous of me getting camera time every week...so he had to pose for a few "belly pictures" too. Truthfully...he looks more pregnant than me. :( I love how involved he's getting with the pregnancy. Every day my belly gets 3 kisses. When he wakes up, when he comes home from work and before bed. I think actually seeing him move at the ultrasound really made him realize that he was going to be a daddy. Oh and let me tell you, little man gets on my nerves just like his daddy.
Well Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
When I first moved in there just seemed like there wasn't room for me. Why? Because he still had a whole bunch of stuff from his ex. That's right! And guess what...it's been 16 months since they were "offically" broken up and there's still some of her stuff here. She got some of her stuff...but she left a lot of clothes. I know that in the beginning it was hard for him to get her things out of there...since most of it he bought. Buttttt c'mon...let's get it out of here! I can't wait to have her out of our lives completely. Everything about this women is terrible, I don't know how he put up with it for so long.
But I know that I need to pack up this stuff so we can move things around. Really we need another person, because I can't move the heavy stuff. And pretty much everything in our room is H-E-A-V-Y. It's either solid wood or a big tv. Not to mention we got to make sure that all the electronic stuff is pluged into the right places. (This place has the worst electrical system I've ever seen.) We're also going to clean everything in the room. Including the walls, molding, and I think we're even going to get new curtains/ blinds.
...'Cause this baby is going to have a clean place to go.
Well it's Tuesday! That means pictures! (Cause we all know that I love showing it off, even if I am a hippo)
I have no idea why lately my camera thinks I suddenly have a tan. I'm not that dark. I'm still as pale as an emo kid that's afraid of the sun. Maybe I got to look and see what setting it's on...that might be it.
But here I am...21 weeks. I haven't noticed any weight gain besides my butt (a little) and my belly. My legs or my arms haven't gotten any fatter...just my belly. Which is funny because when I go to a public place people just stare at me as if I ate a watermellon whole. I know I've "popped" out a little...but I think it's really noticible that I'm pregnant and not just fat.
I think Greg was getting a little jealous of me getting camera time every week...so he had to pose for a few "belly pictures" too. Truthfully...he looks more pregnant than me. :( I love how involved he's getting with the pregnancy. Every day my belly gets 3 kisses. When he wakes up, when he comes home from work and before bed. I think actually seeing him move at the ultrasound really made him realize that he was going to be a daddy. Oh and let me tell you, little man gets on my nerves just like his daddy.
Well Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Monday, April 19, 2010
Swing, swing, swing. (slight TMI)
The past few days I've been plagued with the worst mood swings ever. It started on Friday when I literally sobbed for 3 hours for no reason. I couldn't stop for anything. And when I finally did get into a lull of cries, I would start up again for no reason. Soon, I got frustrated at myself for being so weepy. There wasn't anything wrong. I just felt...worthless.
I make little jokes to Greg all the time that I guess I was supposed to be barefoot and pregnant. In the past year, I've been pregnant twice. Honestly, sometimes I just feel like a baby machine. Now, I know I'm never going to give Michelle Duggar a run for her money. And Greg will probably want to stop having kids after this one. (He's said on more than once that he doesn't want more than one. Which, is a little shocking, since he's one of seven kids.) As much as I beg him for another, I know fiancially it probably won't happen. This has been a hard year. Sometimes I drift off on the bad, and realize that I do have a lot of postives.
Like, everyday I become a little more aware of my uterus. I know it sounds so silly. But certain ways you move, you can feel it. Even the outline and how hard it's becoming. How I can feel little man moving and kicking. I know it's still not as much as I would like...but it's happening more. He's moving more than I can feel...and I just got to put my faith in that. That he is growing. Something his big brother or sister never did.
Yes, I get concerned when I feel something in my belly. But I think that's normal for any expecting mother. And let me say: I've had a LOT of weird pains and pulls and tugs recently. There also not always in my belly. (Hello. Mr. Man...that was my hoo-ha...don't kick there. Thank youuuu.) But I'm trying not to worry. Again, I'm putting all my faith in the fact that everyday he's growing. (He's approximately 12 inches [or will be by the end of the 21st week] and will be close to a pound!) I know my constant worrying is just hurting me and him in the long run. So I'm going to stop...or at least try to.
With all of this bipolar going on with me, it's making it really hard to talk to someone that I've leaned on this entire pregnancy. My mother is driving me nuts. I know she means well but good gravy...I'm going to snap. This is her first grandbaby. But she makes it sound like she's the only one who cares. Take for example when we found out the gender. I told her numerous times that I'll tell her what we're having when we see her. Because I feel news like that isn't supposed to shared over the phone when you're the mother of the mother of the baby. But no. I called her to let her know that we were on our way to home and she flipped out that my dad will find out what the baby is before her! "It's something that's supposed to be shared between mother and daughter." Ummm no, it's actually supposed to be something shared between mother and father of the baby. I got so upset that I told her. It was a happy moment and she kind of poo-pooed on it.
And we can never get that moment back.
Okay enough about mood swings.
I'm seriously debating if I want to write a book titled "Shit They Don't Tell You About Pregnancy". It will be a best seller. And I will share my knowledge:
*Your nose grows. Mine got HUGE. Don't take my word for it, ask my mother...she'll tell you.
*Sex becomes pretty impossible when you want it the most. Especially if you have an equally pregnant fiancee.
*You will realize that waking up in the middle of the night to pee is not only for old people.
*If you have tattoos, even if they are completely healed, they will start to itch and scab. The one I'm talking about is almost 3 years old and is scabbing like it's brand flippen new. I'm not impressed.
*Cravings are not limited to only food. I never thought I would have a craving for ice. Just ice. I want a big ol cup of ice to suck on. I want no flavored ice...just ice cubes.
*Pregnancy dreams (yes I knew about them) that are so amazing that you wish when you woke up it was real. I.e.: In this dream I was at Olive Garden with Jenn and we were eating their new cheddar cheese breadsticks. (SO good looking) And our waiter was Nick Simmons the son of Gene Simmons. *drool*
....he can serve me breadsticks anyday.
....6 foot 7 of pure MMMM.
*Did I mention it's really hard to have sex with my fiancee? Cause that's becoming a major problem.
Well that's it for now!
~MommyToBee
I make little jokes to Greg all the time that I guess I was supposed to be barefoot and pregnant. In the past year, I've been pregnant twice. Honestly, sometimes I just feel like a baby machine. Now, I know I'm never going to give Michelle Duggar a run for her money. And Greg will probably want to stop having kids after this one. (He's said on more than once that he doesn't want more than one. Which, is a little shocking, since he's one of seven kids.) As much as I beg him for another, I know fiancially it probably won't happen. This has been a hard year. Sometimes I drift off on the bad, and realize that I do have a lot of postives.
Like, everyday I become a little more aware of my uterus. I know it sounds so silly. But certain ways you move, you can feel it. Even the outline and how hard it's becoming. How I can feel little man moving and kicking. I know it's still not as much as I would like...but it's happening more. He's moving more than I can feel...and I just got to put my faith in that. That he is growing. Something his big brother or sister never did.
Yes, I get concerned when I feel something in my belly. But I think that's normal for any expecting mother. And let me say: I've had a LOT of weird pains and pulls and tugs recently. There also not always in my belly. (Hello. Mr. Man...that was my hoo-ha...don't kick there. Thank youuuu.) But I'm trying not to worry. Again, I'm putting all my faith in the fact that everyday he's growing. (He's approximately 12 inches [or will be by the end of the 21st week] and will be close to a pound!) I know my constant worrying is just hurting me and him in the long run. So I'm going to stop...or at least try to.
With all of this bipolar going on with me, it's making it really hard to talk to someone that I've leaned on this entire pregnancy. My mother is driving me nuts. I know she means well but good gravy...I'm going to snap. This is her first grandbaby. But she makes it sound like she's the only one who cares. Take for example when we found out the gender. I told her numerous times that I'll tell her what we're having when we see her. Because I feel news like that isn't supposed to shared over the phone when you're the mother of the mother of the baby. But no. I called her to let her know that we were on our way to home and she flipped out that my dad will find out what the baby is before her! "It's something that's supposed to be shared between mother and daughter." Ummm no, it's actually supposed to be something shared between mother and father of the baby. I got so upset that I told her. It was a happy moment and she kind of poo-pooed on it.
And we can never get that moment back.
Okay enough about mood swings.
I'm seriously debating if I want to write a book titled "Shit They Don't Tell You About Pregnancy". It will be a best seller. And I will share my knowledge:
*Your nose grows. Mine got HUGE. Don't take my word for it, ask my mother...she'll tell you.
*Sex becomes pretty impossible when you want it the most. Especially if you have an equally pregnant fiancee.
*You will realize that waking up in the middle of the night to pee is not only for old people.
*If you have tattoos, even if they are completely healed, they will start to itch and scab. The one I'm talking about is almost 3 years old and is scabbing like it's brand flippen new. I'm not impressed.
*Cravings are not limited to only food. I never thought I would have a craving for ice. Just ice. I want a big ol cup of ice to suck on. I want no flavored ice...just ice cubes.
*Pregnancy dreams (yes I knew about them) that are so amazing that you wish when you woke up it was real. I.e.: In this dream I was at Olive Garden with Jenn and we were eating their new cheddar cheese breadsticks. (SO good looking) And our waiter was Nick Simmons the son of Gene Simmons. *drool*
....he can serve me breadsticks anyday.
....6 foot 7 of pure MMMM.
*Did I mention it's really hard to have sex with my fiancee? Cause that's becoming a major problem.
Well that's it for now!
~MommyToBee
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
If You Have Nothing Nice To Say... (Rant and Pictures)
*Rant Warning* *Language Warning* *Extremely pissed off pregnant woman Warning*
...Don't say I didn't warn you.
As most of you might know, I saw my family this past weekend after we had our ultrasound. Although most of my family was happy for me, and couldn't believe that I was pregnant..some showed some disrespect. This particular person tried to act as nicely as they possibly could, but I could see the distain in their eyes. I understand that I am unemployed college drop out that probably should be saving more money than I am right now. I know that I shouldn't be buying myself new clothes because all of my older clothes no longer fit. I'm not going to appologize for where I am in my life right now, because I am truly happy. Please do not make remarks to me about my "whole life being on facebook" and the fact that I "don't call for the big things."
...UMMMMMM what BIG things are going on in my life besides me being pregnant? And you found out WAY before a lot of other family members. So put that in your pipe and smoke it. I'm sorry that you feel that I'm going nowhere in my life, that's your issue...not mine. I'm LOVING my life right now. I've got everything I need. I have a man in my life that for the first time doesn't expect me to be something I'm not. I have a child that's growing inside of me, after doctors told me that it just might not happen for me.
You have two choices...be happy for me, or stay away. I'm not going to pussyfoot around and walk on eggshells around you. I am a grown woman, just like you. Just because you are older, doesn't make you wiser. You expect respect, well so do I.
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Yes, Mrs. Doctor Ma'am...I put on weight. It's not my fault that I'm on medicine that you PERSONALLY perscribed for me that makes me put on weight. Apparently I can't stop taking this medicine because if I do, I won't be able to breathe! I'm guessing air in my lungs is kinda important. I know that I'm fat, and that I've gained "sufficent" amount of weight so far (22 pounds). But don't assume that I'm just laying around eating bon-bons and potato chips. Yes, I might not be the healthiest eater, but I'm fucking trying. I've stuck to the diet that I was given at my first appointment. I didn't know that now I should be eating an even more rescrited diet. Now that I know, I'm going to try my best to stick to it as much as I can.
You're worried about my blood pressure. Okay, I understand that. But also read my chart. What is my blood pressure? It's on the low side of normal. No, that's not a mistake...the nurse took my BP two times...both times it was the same thing. So don't look at that and go "Well that has to be a mistake." Not every fat person loves to cook in lard and add salt to everything they eat. I'll admit I like potato chips, but I don't eat an entire bag at one sitting. Don't lecture me on how I shouldn't be adding salt to my diet, when obviously, my blood pressure is good for now. Instead, listen to me when I say that I'm concerned about GD, since that's a little more realistic at this point. Although I finger prick myself often...I've been noticing it has been higher.
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This one goes out to my friend Jenn, her husband and my fiancee. This economy is in the shitter. People are working at jobs that they hate, and applying to jobs that they normaly wouldn't consider. At least Ben (Jenn's husband) and Greg are trying to provide for their family. I think that is more mature than anything else. Right now, Greg is working 12 hour shifts some days and working on the side doing pick up and mechanical work. Although Ben doesn't have a job right now, he's trying. I know he's not the most motivated person around...but at least he's putting himself out there. He's not like some other people who are on unemployment for a year and only look for jobs because if he doesn't he'll lose his benefits. He's also not on any sort of assistance...so in my book he's better than most.
I know that before the baby comes that we'll have to go on food stamps and WIC...but that's because of formula. I'm sorry but that shit's expenisve. But so far, Greg has been more than able to support both me and him and the baby. I know that is going to change in a few months...but he's busting his ass.
Don't act holier than thou because you don't know what to do with yourself. I appaude these two men for trying to make their situations better.
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listening reading by the way) it's time to post pictures:
20 Weeks! Ahhh halfway there! Yes, I look goofy and it's not the photographer's fault. :( I'm really starting to "pop" out. My belly is getting "harder" every day. I'm still a little squishy (you'll see in the last picture) but I'm fine with that. As long as the baby is growing and staying healthy.
I'm sorry that you can see my bra...this shirt isn't see thru as much as it looks...it's just super comfy. Although I did gain 22 pounds so far, all the weight has been litterly in my belly and my boobs. I went up 3 cup sizes so far! (I pretty much keep them squished in my bra...that I'm busting out of already) And the doctor told me that I could go up another 3 sizes if I breast feed.
Good Lord, that means I'll be in a...44 G! Holy Boobs, Batman. I hope she was kidding, because DAMN I'd be stacked.
Here you can see my "squishy". I still have a good bit of fat rolls and my lower "hanging" belly is still there. That's probably not going to go away. I still miss my toes. And although they are ugly, I still love my stretch marks. My uterus was mesured for the first time yesterday, and little man is mesuring about 2 weeks ahead. I hope that means that he's going to come a little earlier. :)
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
...Don't say I didn't warn you.
As most of you might know, I saw my family this past weekend after we had our ultrasound. Although most of my family was happy for me, and couldn't believe that I was pregnant..some showed some disrespect. This particular person tried to act as nicely as they possibly could, but I could see the distain in their eyes. I understand that I am unemployed college drop out that probably should be saving more money than I am right now. I know that I shouldn't be buying myself new clothes because all of my older clothes no longer fit. I'm not going to appologize for where I am in my life right now, because I am truly happy. Please do not make remarks to me about my "whole life being on facebook" and the fact that I "don't call for the big things."
...UMMMMMM what BIG things are going on in my life besides me being pregnant? And you found out WAY before a lot of other family members. So put that in your pipe and smoke it. I'm sorry that you feel that I'm going nowhere in my life, that's your issue...not mine. I'm LOVING my life right now. I've got everything I need. I have a man in my life that for the first time doesn't expect me to be something I'm not. I have a child that's growing inside of me, after doctors told me that it just might not happen for me.
You have two choices...be happy for me, or stay away. I'm not going to pussyfoot around and walk on eggshells around you. I am a grown woman, just like you. Just because you are older, doesn't make you wiser. You expect respect, well so do I.
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Yes, Mrs. Doctor Ma'am...I put on weight. It's not my fault that I'm on medicine that you PERSONALLY perscribed for me that makes me put on weight. Apparently I can't stop taking this medicine because if I do, I won't be able to breathe! I'm guessing air in my lungs is kinda important. I know that I'm fat, and that I've gained "sufficent" amount of weight so far (22 pounds). But don't assume that I'm just laying around eating bon-bons and potato chips. Yes, I might not be the healthiest eater, but I'm fucking trying. I've stuck to the diet that I was given at my first appointment. I didn't know that now I should be eating an even more rescrited diet. Now that I know, I'm going to try my best to stick to it as much as I can.
You're worried about my blood pressure. Okay, I understand that. But also read my chart. What is my blood pressure? It's on the low side of normal. No, that's not a mistake...the nurse took my BP two times...both times it was the same thing. So don't look at that and go "Well that has to be a mistake." Not every fat person loves to cook in lard and add salt to everything they eat. I'll admit I like potato chips, but I don't eat an entire bag at one sitting. Don't lecture me on how I shouldn't be adding salt to my diet, when obviously, my blood pressure is good for now. Instead, listen to me when I say that I'm concerned about GD, since that's a little more realistic at this point. Although I finger prick myself often...I've been noticing it has been higher.
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This one goes out to my friend Jenn, her husband and my fiancee. This economy is in the shitter. People are working at jobs that they hate, and applying to jobs that they normaly wouldn't consider. At least Ben (Jenn's husband) and Greg are trying to provide for their family. I think that is more mature than anything else. Right now, Greg is working 12 hour shifts some days and working on the side doing pick up and mechanical work. Although Ben doesn't have a job right now, he's trying. I know he's not the most motivated person around...but at least he's putting himself out there. He's not like some other people who are on unemployment for a year and only look for jobs because if he doesn't he'll lose his benefits. He's also not on any sort of assistance...so in my book he's better than most.
I know that before the baby comes that we'll have to go on food stamps and WIC...but that's because of formula. I'm sorry but that shit's expenisve. But so far, Greg has been more than able to support both me and him and the baby. I know that is going to change in a few months...but he's busting his ass.
Don't act holier than thou because you don't know what to do with yourself. I appaude these two men for trying to make their situations better.
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Now that I'm done bitching, (thank you for
I'm sorry that you can see my bra...this shirt isn't see thru as much as it looks...it's just super comfy. Although I did gain 22 pounds so far, all the weight has been litterly in my belly and my boobs. I went up 3 cup sizes so far! (I pretty much keep them squished in my bra...that I'm busting out of already) And the doctor told me that I could go up another 3 sizes if I breast feed.
Good Lord, that means I'll be in a...44 G! Holy Boobs, Batman. I hope she was kidding, because DAMN I'd be stacked.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Monday, April 12, 2010
It's A Healthy....
I will admit, I was a buddle of nerves and emotions before the ultrasound. Both Greg and I couldn't wait to see what Baby boo was, so it helped. All my worries melted away when I saw that beautiful baby wiggling and *feeling* kicks...it was the best thing I could have ever seen. The tech (Rob) quickly started on trying to find if it was a "big mac" or a "turtle". Rob said he saw a glimpse of what he believed to be the sex...and I saw it too I just didn't want to blurt it out and be wrong. But soon, he zoomed in and told us to tell him what he thinks we're having. Quickly, I said..."It's a boy."
And I was so right.
We're having a BOY!!!!
BOY oh BOY was he not shy. He probably showed his "goodies" at least 5 or 6 times. I must say, he's his father's son. I swear to God Greg has no problem showing off his "turtle" and it looks like his son is the same way. I must admit that I cried a little. Not because we're not having a girl, but because I helped create that. That's my child. And I can see him. I see him moving around. I see him chewing on his fist. I see that he has the hiccups and I want to comfort him. I see him doing crazy things with his legs like I do. That's my baby in there. It's hard for anyone not to be a little emotional.
Greg cried a little too...mostly because without us going through the worst thing that could ever happen we wouldn't be where we are today. I didn't know at the time, but the night before the ultrasound Greg had a simular nightmare to what I had the other night. He didn't want to say anything because he didn't want to worry me. Which is nice, but I also what him to know that he can lean on me when he needs to.
Still, it was a pretty amazing experience.
All I know is that they say that the 2nd trimester is the easist. I call bull. Last night, I had the worst leg cramp ever. It actually siezed up my hip all the way down to my toes. I might have been a little over dramatic when it woke me up, but seriously, I could not even move a toe. I was rolling around trying to work it out of my hip so I could at least rub it out of my calf. It was so bad. Greg. of course, woke up and tried to help me; but it hurt so bad I couldn't tell him what was wrong. All I could do was roll around and grab at my leg. Once it finally worked out a little, I felt stupid. It probably wasn't as bad as I thought, but it was still friggen terrible. I walk with a limp today. And my whole leg feels like it's still up in a knot. My toes feel like they are swollen but they aren't. So I have no idea what's going on.
Not only am I having leg cramps, I'm peeing more than I ever have. I thought in the 3rd trimester that you start peeing your pants. I have an embarassing story involving a van ride, no potty break and a sneeze...this is not supposed to happen just yet. And I'm also swollen. My poor ankles...and fingers...and feet. Everyone tells me to walk around, but when I do, my feet ballon up. When I wake up I can barely move my engagement ring. I'm only 20 friggen weeks! I'm halfway there...NOOOO I'm not ready to be a bigger cow then I already am.
But it's all worth it.
Becuase in the end it's all about holding that baby. And I *hope* when it's all over, I'll remember the first kicks and flutters more than the swollen ankles and morning sickness.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
And I was so right.
We're having a BOY!!!!
BOY oh BOY was he not shy. He probably showed his "goodies" at least 5 or 6 times. I must say, he's his father's son. I swear to God Greg has no problem showing off his "turtle" and it looks like his son is the same way. I must admit that I cried a little. Not because we're not having a girl, but because I helped create that. That's my child. And I can see him. I see him moving around. I see him chewing on his fist. I see that he has the hiccups and I want to comfort him. I see him doing crazy things with his legs like I do. That's my baby in there. It's hard for anyone not to be a little emotional.
Greg cried a little too...mostly because without us going through the worst thing that could ever happen we wouldn't be where we are today. I didn't know at the time, but the night before the ultrasound Greg had a simular nightmare to what I had the other night. He didn't want to say anything because he didn't want to worry me. Which is nice, but I also what him to know that he can lean on me when he needs to.
Still, it was a pretty amazing experience.
All I know is that they say that the 2nd trimester is the easist. I call bull. Last night, I had the worst leg cramp ever. It actually siezed up my hip all the way down to my toes. I might have been a little over dramatic when it woke me up, but seriously, I could not even move a toe. I was rolling around trying to work it out of my hip so I could at least rub it out of my calf. It was so bad. Greg. of course, woke up and tried to help me; but it hurt so bad I couldn't tell him what was wrong. All I could do was roll around and grab at my leg. Once it finally worked out a little, I felt stupid. It probably wasn't as bad as I thought, but it was still friggen terrible. I walk with a limp today. And my whole leg feels like it's still up in a knot. My toes feel like they are swollen but they aren't. So I have no idea what's going on.
Not only am I having leg cramps, I'm peeing more than I ever have. I thought in the 3rd trimester that you start peeing your pants. I have an embarassing story involving a van ride, no potty break and a sneeze...this is not supposed to happen just yet. And I'm also swollen. My poor ankles...and fingers...and feet. Everyone tells me to walk around, but when I do, my feet ballon up. When I wake up I can barely move my engagement ring. I'm only 20 friggen weeks! I'm halfway there...NOOOO I'm not ready to be a bigger cow then I already am.
But it's all worth it.
Becuase in the end it's all about holding that baby. And I *hope* when it's all over, I'll remember the first kicks and flutters more than the swollen ankles and morning sickness.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Friday, April 9, 2010
Omg, omg, omg, omg!
Tomorrow is the BIG day! Well, not the BIGGEST day...but a BIG day indeed! We get to find out the gender! *does a little happy dance.* I'm so excited. And not only do we find out the gender, we get to see the baby, AND we get to see my family! OMG! I haven't seen them since...December. I kinda miss them. I'm so excited.
It's like I'm 5 years old and tomorrow we're going to disney land.
Unfortunately I have to clean and do a whole bunch of stuff around the house today. Which makes me very unhappy. But I guess it's all worth it.
Well, I guess I need to get stuff done. :)
Have a great day!
~MommyToBee
Ohhh P.s.: I will post the gender on Monday! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO :D!
It's like I'm 5 years old and tomorrow we're going to disney land.
Unfortunately I have to clean and do a whole bunch of stuff around the house today. Which makes me very unhappy. But I guess it's all worth it.
Well, I guess I need to get stuff done. :)
Have a great day!
~MommyToBee
Ohhh P.s.: I will post the gender on Monday! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO :D!
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Nightmares. :(
I had a really bad nightmare last night, and it's making me very cranky today. I don't mean to be upset and pouty, but that's what's happening. I want to sleep so badly, but the thoughts creep back into my mind whenever I close my eyes. And when that happens, I'm reduced to tears.
I wanted to go out today and get a haircut, just to get out of the house. But all I want to do is lay in bed and kind of sulk. Blehhhhh depressive modes.
Anyway...2 days until gender ultrasound! And family, of course. I'm excited. I can't wait to see out little one and everyone else I love.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
I wanted to go out today and get a haircut, just to get out of the house. But all I want to do is lay in bed and kind of sulk. Blehhhhh depressive modes.
Anyway...2 days until gender ultrasound! And family, of course. I'm excited. I can't wait to see out little one and everyone else I love.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
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