We are home.


First of all, I owe a huge thanks to all of you guys who sent me well wishes over the last 36 hours!

THANK YOU

For everyone who is close to us, I’d like to post our latest adventure, as I can’t call everyone and tell you every detail about it! I’d like to, but then I’d leave things out by accident, ramble on and on, or fall asleep from the drug hangover I’m in right now. With text, I can at least re read it to make sure it makes a tiny bit of sense!

Do know that normally I don’t even tell people when we have any kind of incident with the DR when it’s actually happening, because it turns into everyone talking to everyone else over the phone about my body parts. Of course it’s out of concern and love for me from others, but I want to be the one to tell you about my vagnina. I don’t want it to be what you call others up to talk about. Maybe it’s the hippocratic oath beaten into my head from years in the medical profession, but it just is uncomfortable for me to think that people converse about my insides without me! Does anyone else get touchy about this? I guess my solution is to wait until I know everything is perfectly fine, so there’s less up in the air to talk about without me. This time I just got too nervous to keep it to myself so I told the ones closest to me sooner than I normally do! How ticked would everyone be if we had the baby and didn’t give anyone a heads up? “Oh whoops, he just slid right out, ya’ll!’

Anyways:

Thursday afternoon, I wore new pants.

I noticed my pants were too tight. But they looked fabulous, I am just big. So in turn, they are just tight around my belly/hoo haa region.

I get home from errands which included lots of stooping down to pick up Harper…lifting a couple of cases of water into my car… and heave ho-ing a metric ton of panera bread into my face. I notice that I’ve been spotting (I presume all day just because I didn’t go to the potty the entire time I was out to even check). I just kept saying “those damn pants…they were just too tight!!!!” I called my DR and they basically said “if you want to come in, come in and we will check you out, but if you want to wait, that’s fine too, just see if anything changes”.

Lately, I’d rather not go to the doctor. My kid SCREAMS when we go. She thinks it’s her time to get shots. It makes it nearly impossible for the doctor to even speak to me. They just throw my papers at me and run in fear of their lives…and the other 20 pregnant ladies in the office get the look of fear plastered on their faces. So, I chose the “lets just wait and see” option. I mean, I wasn’t dying.

Friday it was still happening, along with cramps, so I worked up a sweat over it, and decided to ditch the kid and run to the doctors before they closed at noon! Props to everyone who took my child Friday AND today!

Doctor’s visit went this way:

  1. Sit in a recliner with monitors hooked to me to watch baby 2.0 and myself.
  2. I get a CRAZY hot/nausea/dizzy flash that prompts me to call the front desk seeking 911 help. “Hey…..I’m in the back of the office…….I’m pretty sure I’m fainting and about to throw up….and I’m hooked to machines….and I don’t want to scream for help….so can you come back here???”
  3. 5 people come into the 5×5 room I was shut inside of to hand me juices and wet wash cloths, oh yea, and fan me with magazines. It worked.
  4. The doctor shows me that the cause of that spell was a contraction. Well, don’t I feel stupid, it didn’t really feel like one.
  5. “Your cervix is long and closed, so that’s good, but go get and ultrasound and head to high risk floor to be admitted.”
  6. Ultrasound shows baby 2.0 is 5.5 lbs (That puts him measuring at 35.5 weeks, when the due date says he is only 33 weeks). I like this.
  7. Remove my car from the illegal concrete barrier I parked it onto (because my car is the size of a nickel and can fit almost ANYWHERE), and zoom over to valet parking, where I know the dudes will take care of my precious nissan cube. Oh yea, and all I have to do is park it at the door and pay when I pick it up. Lazy girl’s dream spot.
  8. Get the full work up, IV, injections, asked to sport a nice gown…you know the drill.
  9. Here’s where things get confusing for me. Nurse A says “Not a huge deal, your baby looks perfect, we will make the contractions disappear with Procardia and you’ll go home in a few hours, but if anything progresses (which it probably won’t) they’ll first give you magnesium to try to stop it, THEN steroids to develop baby’s lungs for delivery. But don’t worry about that stuff.” Nurse B says “You’re contractions are closer together than we thought so lets give you the Procardia again, and throw a dash of demerol/phenergan in your butt cheek. Tell your husband he just needs to come pick you up later and take you home” Nurse C (which was our favorite by her attitude) is super cool the whole time. Until I call her because I am getting lightening pains in my crotch. This is when she realizes we have a planned C section, something she did not know, and was apparently valuable information to her. She lets us know that she needs to send us to another floor within the hour so they can start my magnesium. Ya know, the stuff they give you when the current drugs aren’t working. Then she throws in, they’ll give you steroids too so your baby’s lungs are developed if the mag doesn’t work. I then announce that I’m freaking out. Just because things are going too fast for me- it made me flash back to our previous C section. Within 4 minutes they decided on a major surgery and had me wheeling down the hall towards the OR with Harper, our first. Nurse D (I know, it’s getting hard to keep up with now)- was the same “oh no big deal, we’ll give you this, and you’ll be all gravy baby”. I didn’t really like nurse D- she wouldn’t get me a big girl cup of water and it irritated me. I wanted the water. She did have the sweet knowledge to tell John to bundle up because she was turning the thermostat down to below zero since mag will make me feel like I am on fire. I also notice a vomit bag next to her, waiting for me. Good thinking. Luckily, no vomit. It really wasn’t as bad as I had feared. Don’t ever google magnesium side effects, and don’t ask anyone about it either. It’s not as bad as I thought. THEN around 7am, a DR comes by to tell me that nothing has changed, but….wait for it….she’s sending me home at 4pm. HUH? Why did you even admit me if you don’t care that this stuff is happening? furthermore, why are you giving me all these drugs UNTIL FOUR if they aren’t doing anything, AND why are you sending me home on drugs that haven’t effected my contractions? I’m a little baffled. BUT she tells me I can eat breakfast if my contractions ease up some. I ticked nurse D off when I told her that I was eating breakfast and let her know I was more than willing to lie about feeling better to get some bacon. She never came back. I ate an extra sandwich for lunch in her honor. Nurse E (last one I promise) lets me know I’m not in “real labor”, which further confuses me, because WHY AM I HERE? WHY ARE YOU GIVING ME THESE DRUGS?
  10. I go home at 4pm.
  11. I’m in bed eating fried food. I’m considering skipping my DR appointment wednesday.

I’ll go on to something more positive- BABY IS NO LONGER BREECH. He’s head down and facing posterior!

I’m now faced with the question of “Do I TRY for a VBAC 14/15 months after a C section”? Here’s my rough plan. I want to schedule the c section at 39 weeks like I’ve discussed with my DR. BUTTTTTT if something crazy happens, like my water breaks and I go into labor before 39 weeks, I’ll consider it a sign that I need to try. Many people will say it’s selfish to schedule a C section when you can try for a VBAC, but this is where I’m coming from: My DR told me she was moderately concerned I wasn’t healed enough, and that it would lead to uterine rupture. Don’t EVER google that. One of the side effects is death to both mom and baby. You guys, I have another baby at home. That’s scary stuff.

I also often think about not being able to pick up Harper for 4 weeks. About missing easter egg hunting fun because 39 weeks puts me at getting a C section the week before Easter. Asking people to help me out more than I would need if I go with a VBAC. Having a hard time getting out of bed when baby 2.0 cries. Having pain trying to feed baby 2.0 because of my incision.

This was much easier when baby 2.0 was running the show with his breech position and making all the decisions for me. Thanks little guy, now it’s all on The Mommy, and what if she screws up?!

Anybody out there want to share their VBAC stories? Especially the ones so soon after a first baby? GO!

XOXO

Bell

PS I have EIGHT band aids on my butt from shots. EIGHT.

butt band aids

I know…you must have noticed I’ve been working out lately.

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Okay bunny, very funny, now let The Mommy go home!!!!

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This has been the last 15 hours of my life- hooked up to IVs and monitors! Early contractions are no good – but ultrasounds show my boy is 5.5lbs, and that’s super encouraging!!!! In a couple weeks he will weigh what Harper weighed when she was born at 39 weeks (he’ll weigh that at 36 weeks!!!)

Until then ill just lay here attached!
Xoxo
Bell

Happy early Valentine’s Day!


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HAND made by Harper for The Daddy

We got him an old school ipod tied to a snickers bar. He out did us. And that’s okay.

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John got me a FABULOUS goody basket!!!

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Contents:

  1. My favorite lipgloss
  2. An OWL iphone case- so cute!
  3. The chocolates that I keep stocked in my bedside table.
  4. Cream soda (he left this on my apartment door step for our first valentine’s day ever.)
  5. Gummy worms.
  6. Pretzels with jalapeno dip that I’ve been eating every night lately.
  7. TWO boxes of oragel. (teething issues in the house!)
  8. A box of ear plugs. (see above)
  9. AND A SET OF MATCHING SCARVES FOR HARPER AND I! (From this etsy shop)

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Before bed, we had to finish making some heart shaped cookies. Well, some of them were heart shaped…some of them resembled organs. I didn’t photograph those.

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This is her Boogie Stance. We have a dance party every night filled with this.

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We also made a nifty little painting with these feet:

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See:

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What did everyone else do for Valentine’s Day? Or hey, what do you plan to do next year?! Not everyone is crazy like me and does a bunch of stuff for a random holiday like this!

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XOXO

Bell

Seeking medical advice from randoms


What does carpal tunnel feel like? Is pregnancy carpal tunnel really a thing? I either have it, or I’ve sprain both of my wrists from lifting my metric ton a$$ up. They really feel sprained. They may just not be used to all this jelly.

NEXT, my belly button hurts. Has anyone attempted to relieve belly button pain? Do people do that? I thought about duct taping a marble inside of it. No really, I thought about that. It needs a support system so it doesn’t collapse on itself anymore. Are there belly button stints on the market? A button brace? No?

Look at it, it’s gross. And yea, those are marks from laying down, because it’s all I do.

 

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I’m seeing hearts!


I’ve always really liked Valentine’s day- but now we are on the next level since I have the cutest baby ever that makes a perfect valentine’s day model and will soon make pretty pink crafts with me!  I’ve been trying to find more things for her to do with me, but most stuff isn’t really for true babies, it’s more for 2+ age kids!  Still, though, I can plan our next 10 Valentine’s days right?

This year:

Kissing booth with FRIENZZZZZ!!!

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And maybe, just maybe, I’ll be brave enough to dip into some paints I have stashed away for this:

http://theturquoisepiano.blogspot.com/2013/01/kid-valentine-decor.html

Next year:

http://www.sweetsugarbelle.com/blog/2012/02/simple-dotty-valentines-cookies/  (Okay hear me out on this one- I think I can find already made dots…I think I can make this work for us)

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And the NEXT year:

http://www.thehouseofsmiths.com/2013/01/diy-valentines-advent-calendar.html (OMG I LOVE ADVENT STUFF!!!!)

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http://gigglesgalore.net/valentines-boxes/

http://www.confessionsofanover-workedmom.com/2013/01/simple-home-decorating-ideas.html (with glue not sewing)

 

If you guys found something amaze-balls for Valentine’s day, please send it to me!!!  Or even St. Patrick’s day, heck- I’m excited about that too.

XOXO

Bell

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She’s cute…


but she will be mean to you if you’re her mother.

But let’s not forget, she’s cute.

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My baby has had an A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E with me the last few days. I don’t know where it came from, but I’m hoping it leaves soon. She knows she’s being mean too, if a stranger sees her acting that way, she totally stops. Like she thinks “oh no, they caught me acting that way!” I’m chalking it up to teeth. I need something to explain my lack of night time, and day time sleep. I keep telling myself she’s teething. I’m not sure if I believe it because it’s been a couple of weeks and there are no new teeth. Am I just looking for something to blame?

We have been almost skipping our daytime nap 4-5 days a week now. I say we, because I like to nap too. I also think the baby inside me likes to nap with me, so I get the right of saying “we”. WE are all tired. None of us are sleeping. Then we are tired. Then we don’t sleep. You get it…….

When Harper was a 6-12 month old baby, I had a mental rule of only letting her cry for 10 minutes or so MAX when I put her down to sleep and she didn’t want to go. She would hardly EVER last that full 10 minutes. When she was a NEWBORN (like 1-5 months), she would only last 5 minutes of crying, then we would watch her give up and go into sleep mode right on our baby monitor! It was like she thought “this screaming thing sucks, I think I’ll go to the other side now”.

We are passing our 14 month marker, and SHE WILL STAY AWAKE FOR 2.5 HOURS DURING NAP TIME. She will sleep 30 minutes.

IT IS DRIVING ME INSANE.

I’ll address some questions to set up our scenario a little better:

  1. Is she REALLY tired, or are you just putting her down? She’s SO tired. I wait until all the signs are present. She rubs her eyes, they have dark circles underneath them and are puffy, she melts down easily, she’s been awake 4 hours. STRANGERS see her around this time and will comment on my sleepy baby!

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2. Is she wet? I change her before every nap. Then I come back if she fusses for a long time just to make sure she hasn’t pooped after I put her down.

3. Is she hungry? I always put her down with a bottle at nap time. Sometimes she drinks it, sometimes she gets mad when I try to hand it to her and tosses it aside.

4. Does she have a lovie? She has “Fake Tom” her raccoon. Sometimes she will throw him (and everything else) outside of the crib, then cry for them to come back. Doesn’t work like that sister!

5. Does she have a pacifier?Pacifier is always given. Recently, it’s always thrown out of the crib, pitching of the fit ensues.

6. Do you rock her to sleep? She gets SO MAD when I try to rock her or hold her when she’s upset. She wants none of it. She FIGHTS me to get away because when I pick her up from sleepy time, it means it’s play time.

7. Can’t you just take her to bed with you? I can’t if it’s daylight. OR if I want to have any sort of electronic or light on. Hence this doesn’t work at all for daytime naps. Only night time, and if she’s not feeling good. She just tries to get off the bed and play, and when I stop her, oh it’s on.

8. Do you have a routine? I have a rough routine. It’s not like we read a book and sing a certain song before bedtime though, it’s more like I start to watch for signs of a sleepy baby, then take her to her room and give her a bottle and tell her it’s time for a nap.

9. You mean you let her cry for HOURS? She doesn’t cry the whole time. The first hour will consist of her babbling to herself, throwing items out of the crib, or banging the things she kept against her rails. The next 30 minutes will be crying. She’s mad. She’s mad she threw all of her toys away. I only go back one time to hand her the things she threw away, out of desperation. She will usually fall asleep at this point for 30 -ish minutes. Then she’s back up talking to herself, kicking the rails, and throwing things out of the crib. I was told by a doctor to keep her down for the entire “quiet period” that I expected her to nap. She went from 3 hour naps to almost diddly squat.

I need help from internet land. I need you guys to write her a letter or something asking her to nap. 🙂 At least tell ME how to make her nap because I refuse to accept that she’s just done with naps at 14 months. Not an option. She will nap until she’s 4 because that’s when all the sleep books say she can officially throw away her nap time if she pleases. NOT A MOMENT SOONER, PEOPLE.

She’s so cute, now I need her to stop being mean to me.

I’d like to now reflect on the last day I remember her falling to sleep for her daytime nap without issue:

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That was nice.

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XOXO

Bell

Unrelated news: I got her a baby doll today at the store and it’s pretty cute. Until she throws him into the floor. Small steps.

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8 Months!


Here’s what the bump looks like:

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The difference in my 32.5 weeks now compared to my 32.5 weeks along with Harper is crazy to me! She is the top picture, and our new boy is the bottom picture…he’s so SQUARE!!!! Stretch out little guy, there IS room above the belly button for you.

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32.5 week stats

Size of the baby: Thebump.com says he is about 4.5 lbs (the weight of a pineapple). He has passed 17 inches in length. I wish I knew EXACTLY how big OUR BOY is- but maybe we will get an ultrasound at our next appointment! Maybe!???

Weight gain: Almost too large to pass through standard doorways.

Gender: In case you missed our gender reveal video:

Movement: ALWAYS. We can feel hiccups now too!

What I miss: Being able to do simple tasks without huffing and puffing! If I get ANY bit flustered, I start sweating profusely…like if I’m at a store and I can’t find what I need while toting a fussy baby around, I can feel the sweat pour down my back. It’s crazy!!! Then I get even more stressed out because what if people see it!? AHHH!!!

Cravings: Steak subs from Jersey Mikes still.

Symptoms: Other than the uncomfortable-ness, I still feel like something is just NOT RIGHT half of the time. I can’t explain why I feel that way, I just feel off.

Best moment this week: Taking our faux taxidermy heads out of the boxes. 🙂 You’ll see them later on.

Worst moment this week: Calling local salons to be told that after I pay 100 plus bucks for a hair color, that I would be charged FORY FIVE EXTRA DOLLARS JUST TO BLOW IT DRY AFTERWARDS!!! This is nuts to me. Is this a thing? I’ve never been told that if I didn’t pay extra, I would leave the salon with wet hair! I mean they’re already getting 100 bucks or more from me, shouldn’t a 10 minute blow dry be included in that?! GEEZ. This is why I’ve dyed my own hair most of my life I guess!

 

Since I ended the stats with something bad, here is Harper playing peek a boo with herself in my iphone camera!

 

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XOXO

Bell

 

 

He liked it…so he put a ring on it!


I started the day off a big sluggish. I probably could’ve let myself stay in bed all day. But I didn’t. Thank goodness! I begrudgingly rolled out of my warm cocoon, stumbled over to the mirror, and after looking into it -i decided I looked like a hobo. Folks, the day is not getting off to a lightening fast start…but get ready!

I painted the remainder of our extra room so it would be done for my parents. success!

I hopped in the car to go meet Kay and Mckenzie at California Pizza Kitchen. I unapologetically ate a whole bbq chicken pizza. YUM.

Then we headed off to the most glorious place on the planet. The honey to the pot. The jewel to the ring. THE POTTERY BARN FOR KIDS!!!!! It was the most wonderful store ever, ya’ll! We found things that just seemed to be meant for the baby! Her name was written all over this stuff! Heart be still. I scanned a few things like a fiend and then we left to go to our house for some help sprucing up! (much needed help might I add!)

While moving furniture around I stepped out of the room…and returned to the most beautiful thing ever!!!! My Auntie Kay and Mckenzie had brought my favorite bedding set and mattress from the pottery barn kids that I had basically drooled upon!! For some reason little ole me got emotional! That was so nice of them to do and the baby will look so beautiful in her new crib with new bedding! I am SO FORTUNATE to have such great family. There’s no way I would keep sane without them. They scurried a bunch of my worries right out the door at that very moment! 🙂 SO HAPPY.

We moved stuff and organized for a while and then called our nail salon to make an appt for 6pm to get our nails done.

Dear John got home right as we were leaving.

I found it odd that John sent me a message asking for a can opener… Ya’ll, this pregnant lady takes inventory in our food stock. There wasn’t anything that he would feasibly eat out of a can! Trust me if it was in there, I would’ve already eaten it!!!! Oh well I just discarded it and thought I’d ask about it later.

We got our nails and toes looking spectacular and headed home!

I walked in and the house smelled great…like…BACON? IS THAT BACON??? John lets me know he made me dinner. I keep asking what it is, not even realizing it’s on the table. Because I’m blind.

John asks me to hand him some texas toast from the freezer. I comply. He looks at me a little bewildered when I hand him said toast. He then says: “Can you also get me the ice cream?” I slightly questioned him, but lets be real folks, a pregnant lady WILL GET OUT THE ICE CREAM NO MATTER WHAT! So I went to get the ice cream and there was a pretty velvet box sitting on top. With a… wait…is that a… A RING!!!

I turn around to John and he is down on 1 knee. No, he’s not injured…HE’S PROPOSING! I of course said yes!!! duh! After several hugs I asked him to put it on my finger and it was just perfect! Very fancy! I never thought I deserved anything THIS BIG! I could barely eat dinner because I kept looking at it the whole time!!! It’s perfect though, really.

Baby Bunny,

Daddy really came through for Mommy today…Mommy is super happy!

Daddy will make you happy too, I already know it!

Love,

Mommy

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Today, I am not afraid.


Today I was trying to find a semi- old journal I had been keeping since I was 6 weeks pregnant. It had all sorts of stuff in it! I realized today that I threw it away because every page was stained with my fear. In every sentence it was clear I was terrified. I didn’t want my sweet baby to ever read this and feel any kind of bad feeling because mommy was so scared. So to the trash can it went a couple weeks ago.

Today I am not fearful of the things I was when I was only 8 weeks pregnant. Before anyone except John and I knew. That time was so uncertain and unfamiliar. Even though I am still scared of other things (i.e. the exit of dear baby princess) I know that I will have support.

The MAIN reason I wanted to find that book was because of a particular entry I first wrote. It was about when I told John we were pregnant. He told me that we would be okay. He told me that he would never leave or run away. He told me that we would do this together! I could see in his eyes that he would not ever leave us alone and scared. And even though his face was a shade of green I hadn’t seen yet, he agreed to lay with me just so that I could think with him. We planned to eat dinner…we did not eat dinner. In that entry I also noted that I thought he was such a kind person and I knew that he would always take care of us. That he would be such a great father and when I didn’t know what to do, he would help me figure it out. All of these things are true. John is a man that would probably feed his dog before himself, he would help a friend even if it was the most inconvenient situation in the world, he would drop anything for his family in the blink of an eye, and I think he would do anything to make me happy.

When John loves something or someone it shows.

Clearly I am a very lucky girl. 🙂 Not only do I have this perfect boy the rest of my life, as my best friend and partner, my baby girl’s daddy, but I also will gain a whole new family I already love.

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33 week post


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Why didn’t I buy this? It’s cute. It was the last one,
and I didn’t even check the brand on the tag! Could I wear it after baby? MAYBE!!!!

It’s hard to pick clothes because I can’t figure out if I like them now because they fit the bump…what if I don’t want to wear them after another month or two? Maternity clothes are EXPENSIVE- especially if you think about how long you will wear them. I’ve quit going to maternity stores unless they’re in my normal store…I.e. Gap maternity!

Moving along! It’s time for the 33 week post.

How MUCH longer? (you like how I switched up the wording?) 3 weeks minimum…8 weeks maximum!

Weight gain: ugh 😦 25 lbs. I keep reading I’ll gain 1/2 a lb a week from here on out. So if I make it to 40 weeks…that will put me at 28-29 lbs total. I feel like it will be a few more.

Cravings: I really wanted chili today. Cravings used to be a food I would think about ALL day…or even a whole week…but now it’s just something I see and think about wanting that moment…well maybe a few moments, but they’re not like they used to be.

What I miss:

My Christmas PJs from last year.

Tom sleeping on my tummy.

Sleep!!!!

My feet. Especially the left one. I can reach righty much better because the Baby’s feet are on my right side…the left side…is a WHOLE DIFFERENT STORY! The entire torso of baby is over there…not leaving me much room to pull my leg close. I’m pretty sure I will go into labor with only my right leg shaved.

What I enjoy:

People touching my stomach. I haven’t had any weird instances of people touching me…only people I am familiar with…I even get it rubbed sometimes at work. That would be super creepy if I wasn’t pregnant.

Being lazy.

Being in hot water. I’m growing fonder of our seat in the shower more and more. Because then, I get to BE LAZY in the shower!!!

How do I feel?
Eh. I feel big. My feet feel bruised. Then they have to carry my big giant butt around! Some days I get the Braxton hicks contractions and I can’t do anything!!! Now a days when I go to the doctors office I feel jipped. I get NO ultrasound, I get poked with a needle, I get proded like a cow, and they hook me up to all sorts of machinery so I can’t walk. Not to mention this last visit the heat was on HIGH. Pregnant ladies need air, y’all!!! LOTS of air!

I’ve been told to rest…but all I do when I lay down is think of things I need to do. I gotta do laundry, paint, hang pictures up, clean up Babys room, clean out closets, gotta feed and water the animals…I just keep thinking of things!!! I feel like nothing is ever going to get done and I don’t feel like doing it most days!:(
I don’t know if I can last another 6-8 weeks!

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