Fireworks, Long Days and Furniture.

Well.  The fourth of July was a major dud this year.  Last year we had fireworks (pretty good ones, too) and tons of food and laughter.  This year...not so much.  No fireworks (no one had money for them) and we got a ton of food and hardly no one ate any.  In fact, all the chicken that FIL got had to be made into chicken pot pie...yea.  There's enough pot pie to feed a small country, for a year, if they ate it for every meal.

And my huge preggo butt doesn't want to eat something hot and heavy like chicken pot pie.  Just saying...I can sweat in an air conditioned room.

Today is the first day of Greg's crazy schedule.  I hope they will be able to give him at least one day off in this whole mess.  Which, might be a stretch but I'm hoping.  I know he's doing this so we will have a little extra money for when boo comes but I don't think it's worth working a possible 76 hours a week.

That's a little...crazy.

I think my nesting kicked in.  I'm not going nuts in cleaning, however, I'm definitely in the mind set that I want to get everything together like yesterday.  As of this morning I went through every single article of clothing I received.  And let me tell ya...some of it, I just can't use. (preemie clothes, girl clothes, clothes that I would never want my child to wear...yes...I might be a little picky, but with what I got...I think I was entitled to it just a little bit.)  I went back and forth between what I wanted to do with some of this extra stuff.  I was going to sell the clothes, but I decided just to take it to Salvation Army.  I really didn't get rid of that much.  About 98% of the extra stuff was girls...and it was like size 4...and I'm not sure if I'm going to have another kid...so it was a little pointless for me. 

It also forced me to go through all of my clothing.  I hope I didn't get rid of anything that I could have used.

With this being said...I now have room for my furniture.  To which I wonder...where is it?  Greg and I are going to be buying my glider within the next 2 weeks...very cool.  The dresser we're supposed to be getting we have no idea when she's ready to give it up (and I want it so I can paint it).  And to ask my dad when he's ready to give what he's ready to give has been fruitless.  I called him last night and asked him.  The response I got was kinda funny.  "Well you're not due for another 8 weeks...I got about 7 to get it to you."  Hate to break it to you there, champ, but you don't. 

I don't want to sound ungrateful.  I'm really appreciative of everything I have gotten so far.  However, I want to get things done.  I don't want to wait until the last minute to get my nursery together.  I'm the one who is primarily getting these things done so I want extra time if I slack off a day or two.  I don't want to be in the hospital in labor and freaked out that my nursery isn't ready.

Maybe I'm being a control freak.  And I'm probably being paranoid.  And I'm a-ok with that.

Boo has been on my bladder constantly today.  I've been up (and mobile after not sleeping so well last night) since 6:30 and I've been to the bathroom about...15 times so far?  Yea...he's tiny little 4ish pound body is up against my bladder today and is causing me to litterly run to the bathroom more than once. 

Speaking about Boo...he's totally named already.  I'm not even going to lie.  He has his name picked out.

...And I'm not saying what it is until he's here.  Is it one of the previously mentioned?  Or is it a brand new name?  We will see. :)

Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee

I'm A Big Baby.

Last night at our childbirthing class we watched a video of an actual birth.  Now, I have watched baby shows on TV but they don't show what we saw last night.  I'm officially freaked the eff out. 

Seriously.  I didn't sign up for this.  He's not coming out.  I won't let him.  The exit that's already been chosen isn't going to work for me.  C-section ain't gonna happen either.  So, he's going to be stuck in there FOREVER.  And I'm perfectly fine with that.   If anyone has any issue with this...I suggest you take a lemon and shove it through your eye socket.  Then, and only then can you tell me that I'm being a big baby when it comes to the actual delivery. 

Yes, I am planning on taking drugs for the labor.  That is my choice.  And I want to be doped up.  Although, I found out last night that epidurals aren't always the best option.  Yea...you're legs can go completely numb.  Or just one leg.  Or your hips could be numb. And because of this, you will not be able to get out of bed.  Hmm.  Ohhh but there are other drugs you can get.  It'll make you feel drunk and they can be passed to the baby...so the baby might have an issue breathing when he comes out.  That doesn't sound good at all.

All I know is that I want to do some of the early labor at home so I can eat.  Because once you're hooked up to that monitor, forget eating.  You won't get food until little one comes out.

So, yes.  I'm rethinking this whole pregnancy/ having a baby thing.  I thought childbirthing class was supposed to put me at ease?  Instead I'm more freaked out then ever.

I'm a big baby having a baby...this isn't a good combo.

Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee

Picture...Thursday?

I have every intention of working on the blog at least 3 times a week...sometimes that just doesn't happen.  Instead, I get lazy and decide I rather sit in my son's room and play with his baby toys.  Yea...I'm going to be that kind of a mom.

Let me first say how wonderful my shower was on Saturday.  It was really a great party, and I was so surprised that everyone was so excited for me and Greg.  That's something that makes me feel really great.  I'm so grateful for everything that I got.  And for all the well wishes that I received.

Now all I have to do is return some things (pack'n'play...a $12 crib sheet that I just thought was cute) and do the thank you cards.

Ohhh and go through the 4 full garbage bags of clothes that I got.  The baby is never going to be without something on.

Tuesday I was supposed to a post but you already know what I was doing and then yesterday my body hated me and I didn't crawl outta bed.  It was the most gorgeous day too.  I was a little bummed.

But here's this week's pictures!

Holy baby, Batman!  This is 31 weeks...and some days I feel like I can't get any bigger.  But I know that's not the case and I can definitely get a whole lot bigger.  Boo is taking up a lot more room lately.  His head is always in my hoo-ha and his feet are in my ribs.  And he always has hiccups. 

I've started to get new symptoms again.  Since I'm about 90% sure he dropped some body parts are swollen and I got something that I thought I was lucky to avoid.  I'm not going to mention what I got...but let's just say...it ain't pretty.

Well now it's time to go through some baby clothes! 

Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee

What a weekend!

It was an amazing weekend this past weekend.  I had an awesome baby shower courtsey of my best friend, Jenn!  I will talk more about it tomorrow...but here are some pictures. :D

Until Next Tme:
~MommyToBee

Yay!

Tomorrow is my shower!  I cannot be more excited.  I want to see my friends and some of my family.  (Still not completely sure how I can hold up to my mother, but I will try.  I don't want to start anything with her.)  I'm still in awe of my best friend, Jenn for putting together this entire shower.  (Even though my mother is "helping".)  She really is the best and I couldn't ask for anything more. 

Of course I have things to do today and I have no motivation to do so.  It could be because I'm not feeling well.  I'm having some weird pains in my sides.  God I hope it's just gas or ligament pain or something.  I'm super tired and nauseous.  All I want to do is lay in bed and sleep. :( 

Last night was our first child birthing class.  Now I thought the class was designed to help you not to be nervous about labor.  I'm slightly more scared now than what I was before.  Maybe because it's happening so quick?  I mean, we're talking about less than 10 weeks until I'm due.  Holy poop. 

..I think I changed my mind...I'm not ready to be a mommy!

Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee

Welcome Summer!

I have come to the realization that it's offically summer and I will melt.  I'm always hot.  Always sweaty.  And the newest craving is anything ice cream related.  (Milkshakes, frozen yogurt, Rita's custard, DQ blizzards, ice cream cakes...the list could really go on and on.)  But what can you do?  Summer is always hot.  It's just going to be a little hotter this year.

Instead of actually doing anything productive, I made a to do list.  So far:  I've gotten nothing done.  But at least I sort of have a plan.  And luckily, I might not need a lot of help with Greg.  Well...he still needs to help, but at least I can pin point exactly what needs done.

This week is super busy.  I have a lot to get done before we leave for home on Friday.  Let's see:  Boo's room needs redone, cleaning, sorting out things that I'm going to sell on craigslist, taking pictures of said items, our first birthing class *Whooo!*, and probably about another million things.

...And the list just keeps getting longer...HA!

But through it all, I'm getting excited for my shower this weekend!  I've never really had a party for "me" since I was a child...depsite a sweet sixteen that was mostly for my stepdad because I had no say.  I'm so grateful that I have a wonderful best friend who wanted to throw me a shower.  And she is truly making this fiesta all about the baby.  I really am blessed to have amazing people in my life. 

It's Tuesday...and that means I have pictures.  Warning...they look terrible because Greg doesn't know how to use a camera. :)

HAHA....you can't see where my belly ends and where the wall starts!  :(  I'm huge.  Ohhhhh well.  (And that's my shower dress behind me.  I can't wait to wear it. :D)

Okay.  This picture makes me REALLY sad.  Again with all the shadows and it's hard to see the belly..and my butt looks huge.  But also, my face isn't that chubby.  My arms might be that big, I can't really tell..but my face isn't that big.  I swear.  And if it is, I refuse to believe it.

*Shakes head*










Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee

So Much To Do...No Desire To Do It.

It's currently 9am and I have no motivation to do anything.  I have about a million things to do before I leave on Friday to go home.  I've been putting it off.  My to do list that was supposed to be done last week was pushed back another week.  What really stinks is that I *HAVE* to get it all done this week, or I'll be screwed next.

It's my shower this weekend, and I currently have NO room to put anything.  Oyy.  I need motivation.  Maybe my excitement will help motivate me?  (All signs point to no...but you never know)

Greg doesn't want to do much of anything because him and Billy are fixing up the house.  I need his help but it doesn't look like I'll get much assistance.  And to top it all off...he doesn't have much motivation to begin with.  Andddd this week is already super busy.

I guess I just need to get it done.  But playing around on the internet seems like much more fun. 


...Yea...This is going to end well.  *scarcasm*

Physical therapy is going well.  The pain in my hip has drastically gone down.  I no longer feel like I'm going to fall when I wake up in the middle of the night.  Yes, I still waddle, but I don't think it's as bad as it once was.

Boo has been kicking up a storm again.  I was laying in bed, and Greg sat down and actually felt the baby kick through the bed.  I think he's starting to get the hint that I really do get beat up from the inside.

Lately I've had the worse heartburn ever.  It doesn't prevent me from eating things, just makes me hurt afterwards.  Does this mean I'm going to get my wish of having a baby with lots of hair?  We will see. :)

I think I finally have told myself that I need to fold this laundry. 

Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee