20 Weeks


WE. ARE. HALFWAY. THERE.

No, really. We are. ACTUALLY…..if you factor in that baby 2.0 has been measuring a week bigger at every ultrasound, AND that we will take him a week early if we schedule a c-section, we are OVER half way there.

Size of the baby: He’s about the size of a C cup boob. Or so says the daddy at hisboyscanswim.com . You could also use the bump’s comparison of a banana. Six and 1/2 inches long, and ours in particular is 14 ounces. He has taste buds, is practicing swallowing, and can hear things from the outside! I think he always hears the hum of my laptop because that is when he’s most active. He was also REALLY active (the most I’ve ever felt) when I had a bought of throwing up. He started to squirm…I was like “oh sorry honey, didn’t mean to disturb YOU!!” 😛

Weight gain: 18 lbs. I can’t believe I even typed that. Actually, while I typed that, I was shoving a cookie in my face hole.

Gender: Boy!!!!

Movement: Everyday now. I was very surprised to hear that my placenta is anterior, which usually prevents mommy from feeling things so soon, but not me! I felt him a few weeks ago!

Sleep: I’ve at least stopped waking up EVERY morning at 4:30 to pee. I’ve been waking up to a new problem these days…headaches! Pretty certain it’s my sinuses. Pretty sure it sucks.

what I miss: Feeling like I look good in an outfit. Everything rides up or down, usually my shirt rides up and my pants ride down…you know what that leaves. Crack. And it’s wack.

Cravings: Shepherd’s pie, gingerbread cookies, and popcorn.

Symptoms: Crazy dreams, puffy hands when I lay down, the sort of tiredness induced by an alaskan state troopers dart gun, and weepiness. I think that’s why my sinuses are jacked.

Best moment this week:Confirming that our fetus indeed has a penis.

Worst moment this week: Saturday night when I decided to bring a teething baby into our bed.

There you have it!

XOXO

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Uh Oh


Don’t you die?

I die.

I guess we need to start watching our language now that she is starting to repeat things!!!

xoxo

I don’t want to do it.


I thought I did.  I’ve thought about it several different times over the past year.  But I don’t want to leave this piece of internet.  It’s mine.  It basically got me through my first pregnancy with some form of comic relief, socialization, and gripe release.

I saw all of your wonderful comments about how you all would come with me and it made me so happy.

So for now, I will stay where I’m at, gripe freely, and not feel bad about my own dang feelings!  They’re MINE too!  I can’t expect every person (Because it’s been several people) who has directly or indirectly prompted me to stop this whole thing to know what it actually means to me right now.  I won’t be bullied out of it.   I need this.  I need my little cozy spot.

THE BLOG CONTINUES!  SO HERE:

My last weekend and most of this week sucked.

Saturday was the dreaded time change.  Ultimately it didn’t matter that I had planned this transition because Harper started to hardcore teeth during the day.  Let me assure you, it did not end that night.  She acted like her whole world was falling apart no matter what I would do!  She was soaking wet with fever.  She was sad.  I was sad.  MY back hurt.  BAD.  But it didn’t matter because she’s more important than my back.  I finally got her to bed at 8….she screamed until 9.  I’m not really for letting my kid scream, but nothing would help.  I hold her, she screams and kicks to get free, she had already eaten, she’d been changed, she had baby oragel, she had a dose of tylenol for her fever, she was just over the whole tooth thing.

9 rolls around and I’m all like “holy Jesus thank you Lord ***holy dance***, now I’m going to bed!!!!

10 rolls around.  She’s screaming again.  I get her back to sleep with milk and oragel.

11 rolls around.  Guess what?  Yea you got it.

12 rolls around…….omygosh…..REALLY!?

1am SMACKS ME IN THE FACE.  I fill her face with yummy milk and her next timed dose of tylenol for fever.

Luckily I don’t hear her again until 6ish….John can get that one.  I’m staying right the heck where I’m at with my bum back and squished bladder.

Sunday was a bad morning in my own home. Nobody was happy. Sunday I get to go to work.  Which is good.  I needed that.  I really did.

Monday and Tuesday nights were met with nightmares, back pain, AND THIS FREAKING HEADACHE THAT STILL LINGERS TODAY.

I suspect that it was from crying the weekend, creating pressure behind my eyes, but could it be something else?

Iron pills – Check

Caffeine – Check

Lots of water – Check

Food – Triple Check

BP fine? – Check

I hear pets lower stress and blood pressure, and produce better health overall.  So I called in a professional.

El Tomino

Screeetchhh ma ear

Get in there Tom, don’t hold back any…

I’m a disaster, but Tom is really holding up.

Attack!

xoxo

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Has anyone…


ever been pregnant and had a dream that someone took their baby away from them?  

I was having a rough night a few nights ago, went through an almost sleepless night and had the worst dream ever.  

The only bit I remember of the dream is that I was holding my baby (I’m almost certain, the boy) and a man burst into wherever I was, and told me he was taking my baby from me and proceeded to rip him from my arms.  I don’t remember if he got away or if he even got the baby from me.  I woke up out of breath freaking out, and have been thinking about it every since!  I’ve already got issues about something happening to my baby(ies) as it is, this dream does NOT help me out any!

I’ve found myself obsessing as to whether I can feel baby move the past couple of days and I feel like today I haven’t felt anything.  I’m so glad next week will be our 5 month appointment!

When I lived alone, I would OFTEN have dreams of losing people I loved.  In terrible ways too!  They were the worst nightmares of my life!  But this is probably the worst one during this pregnancy.

I need my brain to sleep at night too, and quit wondering around in other places.

 

XOXO

Bell

I’ve been thinking…


about posting up somewhere else in the blog world and just halting this for now.  Or just picking up an extra piece of internet real estate for my own sanity and only taking my non personal followers with me.   Get it?   If you want to come with me, and you’re one of my friends in far far away land, comment here (via an established wordpress account) and I will send you the new site once it’s established!  I would like to take as many of you with me as possible to the new spot!

 

See you when I get there!!

 

XOXO

Bell

Can I get an amen?!


I’ve discovered there are certain things, that when cleaned, never get noticed. The following items are like a bar tip jar, if nobody sees you do them, they don’t really count:

Scrubbing the inside of a toilet
Sweeping
Mopping with unscented cleaner
Scraping burnt stuff of the stove
Wiping down tubs or showers
Dusting (assuming you don’t let it get an inch thick)
Washing the sheets (assuming all your sheets are the same color)

Anything else I’m missing?

She loves him…


She just does. Fake Tom is her BFF.

But why?

I am pretty sure it’s because for 7 months, REAL Tom laid on top of her and kept her warm (er).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But when she came out into the real world, Tom looks at here with these

big SCARED eyes…like she’s a Rottweiler and he his her next meal. Not to say that she wouldn’t try to lick or eat the cat, because she totally would.

So we birthed fake Tom to take his place.

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And he’s sort of a dead ringer for the real Tom right?!

So here we have it folks, our lovey.  I’ve already bought a back up fake Tom just incase something tragic were to happen to our first one!

I hope everyone is snuggling with their own version of fake Tom tonight!

XOXO

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XOXO

Bell

 

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Last year…


I was watching THIS on Halloween day in my bed.  CRAY.

All the years (well starting at the age of 19) before that, I spend MONTHS paroozing barely there costumes and spending WAY WAY WAY WAY WAY WAY too much on a costume made from 1/4 a yard of fabric.

I spent the couple of days leading up to Halloween basically starving and dehydrating myself so that I would look even skinnier than I was.  How stupid was I?  I look back at those photos and wonder what the heck I was thinking….I mean not to toot my own horn, but compared to post baby now, my body was freakin’ delish.  I didn’t need to deprive myself of anything to parade around in next to nothing!   You’ll just have to take my word on it since I really can’t post those pictures for people I’ve never met around the globe to look at.

On second thought, I can put one up cropped.  A friend of mine says to put up a picture with every post….ya know because that’s what the people want.

The hipster of 2010.

They were fun times.  REALLY fun times.  I’m glad I had them, but I’m also glad they are behind me.  I lived, I had fun, I probably almost died a few times too…but those times are just over.  Maybe in  a couple of years I can get myself a semi sexy costume, but never again like the ones I used to wear.  And never to take my kid out in, or to use to replace the holiday with her either..  After all, one day, she will look at me as her example and want to do everything I do.  Lord help.

This brings me to my next thought, what happens when my daughter asked if I did certain NOTOKFORMYDAUGHTERTODO things?  Do I lie?  There are questions that I KNOW she will ask when she is a teenager.  Questions that I’m ashamed to answer…and I wonder if my truthful answer will validate her own quests for fun as being okay.  I realize this is about oh…14-16 years away…but I feel like I need that much time to prepare each and every answer so that my kid will not be doing the things I did, even if they were fun at the time!  I mean, my parents weren’t hell raisers, and I still did some STUPID STUPID STUPID (fun) things!  :p  Will I be smart enough having all my shenanigans experience to catch her before she does the stupid things?  Will it be legal to put trackers in her purse and car?  Will she pay me back for the grey hairs I’ve caused my own parents to sprout?

I guess one thing I can always say, is I’ve never been to jail.  That’s all I have right now.  Maybe I can phrase my answers like this:  “Honey, I never did anything that caused me to be taken to jail in my lifetime.”   Can I answer all of the questions like that?

Any suggestions for the next 13-15 years will be great.

I hope everyone had a great halloween!

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XOXO

BELL

Happy Halloween!


Three of those pumpkins came from our patch!

Angry because I wanted to hold her up from her expedition

Angry zebra.

She’s fine now that she’s free.

Hittin’ the streets.

Yay

Ridin’

Eyeballing her target…

Now, pull the TARGET out of The Mommy’s head!!

18 Weeek Post (almost)


Here we are at 18 weeks already!!!  2 weeks from HALFWAY, people!!!!   That’s crazy. 

The bump:

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Here is the skinny on what’s happening:
Size of the baby: He’s about the size of a pear.  Five and 1/2 inches long, and about 7 ounces.  He can move, yawn, and hiccup.  Over the next four weeks, the baby’s size will increase SIX TIMES.  WOW.

Weight gain: 10 lbs.

Gender: Boy!!!!

Movement: I feel him move almost everyday if I take the time to lay down and be still for him. 

Sleep: Terrible!  I go to bed around midnight and wake up like clock work at 4:30 needing to pee!  Then as soon as I fall back asleep, Johns alarm goes off.  The baby is up between 0830-0930.

what I miss: Naps.  My naps are hardly ever successful.

Cravings: Fried pickles, pizza, chocolate pie, pumpkin bread pudding, and orange or apple juice.

Symptoms: The nausea is gone for the most part.  Once a week it will sneak up on me FAST and I will  have to either council myself about not needing to throw up, or if we are past that phase, just go get sick, pout a few minutes, and it’s all over.  Just as quickly as it came.  Strange.  My back and hips have been KILLING ME.  My hips feel like I have been thrown out of a window while sitting Indian style so that when I hit the ground I hit with my hips and but cheeks.  They’re even sore to the touch!

Best moment this week:Getting some cute pictures of our family!  And also getting some time with a friend!

Worst moment this week:The way my hips have felt today.

That’s all folks.

XOXO
Bell

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We do things early around here…


Which explains why we couldn’t wait to give Harper her birthday present.  I say we, because I insisted getting her wagon before Halloween, and John put it together last night while I was asleep, even though I didn’t ask him to!   😉

We think it’s a hit!



Saying hello to the neighbors in her new ride



Daddy, bring me the tiger.



She loves cats.



What? Nobody said I couldn’t have a ride in it too…

Now we are locked and loaded for Halloween!
-Bell

It’s fall ya’ll…


and I sure do love Fall.

So I will dump all of these pictures on you now.

This is the day I was a redhead.









Oh my gosh……she is going to do this in a real car one day!!! AAAHHH!!!





This week I have added a healthy deadly amount of candy to our household for the millions of trick or treaters I hope to see on Wednesday!! Harper now thinks we are rich. She just gets in the bucket and throws the candy on top of herself like “I’m rich…do you guys see all this!???”

Mom, did you know we are rich?????



Ohhhh maaa gaaad!!!!



I needed to redeem myself after the great red debacle of 2012, so I met up with our friends Adrian and Mackie to take more pictures, this time with my hair back to (sort of) normal.




So I wasn’t looking up, but she’s so cute, when someone says “yay!” she claps her hands!

The girls were the most popular customers of the day!


Pictures were so fun! So glad we met up…I’ve decided we need to meet up more often and take pictures because these were so great!
Hope you’re having a good Halloween weekend!
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XOXO
Bell

I know it’s not Thanksgiving but I am so thankful


  • To have John.
  • To maintain our humor together.
  • To be expecting another baby.
  • To have the happiest and sweetest baby in the world.
  • To have a home that we are proud of, and love.
  • To have trustworthy, genuinely nice, thoughtful, and of course cat loving neighbors.  We hit the jackpot.
  • To have friends that will not judge me by the things I tell them.
  • To have family that consistently goes above and beyond anything we could ever expect.
  • To have a job one day of the week, where I can bring Harper, so that I can pay my bills without putting her in daycare.
  • That John works 40 hours a week to support us.
  • To have people around that can understand my emotional well being.

Those aren’t even a fraction of the things I have to be thankful for.  Just things that have been on my mind recently.

What are you thankful for?

 

xoxo

Bell

Best thing I’ve ever eaten:


Rum pumpkin bread pudding. OH.MY.GOSH.

I used regular bakery bread from publix as my bread cubes.

Here’s the recipe link:

http://cilantropist.blogspot.com/2010/11/pumpkin-bread-and-rum-raisin-pumpkin.html

 

AND I don’t like rum.  BUT I got John to soak the raisins and drain them, because I feared I may throw up at the smell of it.  And the sauce was SO good on the pudding, I didn’t care for it alone just because I detected the rum taste.  But don’t skip it!

 

xoxo

Bell

This is where we live


And that’s a baby on the doorstep.  When she’s older, we can tell her that is where the stork left her.

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I’m so excited to take her around the neighborhood in her costumes, because our neighbors love Halloween! Everyone decorates!

Hope you’re doing something fun for the fall holidays!

XOXO
Bell

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She’s getting it!!!


FINALLY ( I say finally like I’ve been trying for a year to discipline Harper-I’ve really only been doing it a couple of weeks), she is showing me she gets it. She now knows no. thats a mouthful. I had been having issues with her getting into stuff she shouldn’t. My top 3 are running crawling REALLY fast towards the baby gate when she knows its open and then crawling out of it, trying to touch our hot plates of dinner, and touching the plunger. EWW!!! Yesterday, I saw the opportunity. I’d left the gate open again, her gate radar went off and she bolted towards it. She reached out to swing the door open and I said NO in my meanest voice ever. She looked at me, pulled away and briefly stopped. Then….she opened it! I walked over to her and smacked her leg with my fingertips so as just to startle her more than hurt her…because I REALLY don’t want to do spanking. Like really. When I smacked her leg she flung herself on the floor, flailed, screamed and cried real tears. :(. Then after a few seconds she turned the Emmy award process off, and went back to the gate. She would look at me, then the gate, me, the gate. She was pushing me. She’s reach acting like she was about to open it, but would stop an inch before actually touching it. It’s going to be hard not to laugh at her when I’m teaching her the word no. Because she really does know it. And tries to see how far I will let her go. We haven’t had to do anymore smacking after that one time, I’ve switched over to removing her from what she’s wanting, then sitting her down facing the opposite direction of said wanted item. Where she flails and all that jazz for 20 seconds. Here’s a video of our practice today:
I must mention that I forgot I left that lid on the ottoman, went to go tinkle, and came back to it shoved in the back of her mouth. :::sigh:::

One day at a time.

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Xoxo
Bell

Old lady syndrome


The day started off great. I was up at 8 studying for my exam, then went to get gas. At the gas station a man let me know that I have “a rock n roll booty.”…..Well bless your kind heart for thinking that. I gave him a THANK YOU! Because being real with myself, that will be the last booty compliment I’ll receive from a stranger in a very long time. I’ll take it.

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I ate lunch with my thoughtful mother n law and her sister (both of which are beautiful). I just call Ann my aunt, is that strange? It’s awkward to say aunt in law? Is that a term? I’ll go with she’s my aunt. They had a blast feeding Harper as much food as she could hold! It was fun!

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I went home, put the baby down for her nap, and then an hour later….I WENT INTO POLAR BEAR MODE.
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A nice 30 minute DEEP sleep. The kind you wake up from completely confused and don’t know what the heck is going on. That kind of sleep. I pray for that type of sleep everyday.

I frantically contacted the babysitter once I realized that my favorite band was playing in my own city tonight! 3oh!3 !!!! I know I Know… “Bell, that doesn’t really seem like your type of thing…” BUT IT IS!!! Apparently nobody else over the age of 25 thinks that. We got there and we may have well have been chaperones. It was an all age show, that should tell you all you need to know.

Common phrases of the night:

  1. Are those fish net stockings again!?
  2. They have to be gay right?
  3. Where are theses children’s mothers!?!?
  4. I can see that girls butt cheeks her skirt is so short!
  5. They’re on something.
  6. Really, do you think she’s over 13????
  7. I have to pee.
  8. I have to pee again.
  9. I am about to pee my pants again.
  10. I better not sneeze, cuz I’ll pee!!!!!

As you may deduct, MY daughter better not ever go to places like this!!! And if she REALLY wants to, I will go watch her like a hawk. And if she’s of driving age, maybe I can get a few cocktails while I spectate.

After people watching for 3 hours, my band came on. They were good, like they always are. They remind me of some of my fondest memories of birthdays and trips to Atlanta, and I started to feel that again as I heard their vulgar words. Midway though the concert I realized I was pregnant. Shocker. My feet felt bruised, my knees were getting creaky, and my hip was KILLING me. I was going downhill fast. John found me a couch to sit on thank goodness! I heard my favorite song come on, and we came in to see that last song and leave. Somehow it was actually their last song for the night! Perfect timing!

Now I am home, hungry since I threw up a few times after getting here… Isn’t that some crap, ladies? I didn’t drink a drop, but I am throwing up, have a headache, the munchies…without drinking.

I’ll accept it, I’m old. I can no longer do concerts that require me to stand for 5 hours, dance, jump, wave, and sing back. I need the sit down concerts from now on. Sigh…

Maybe I can keep from breaking my hip at a birthday party tomorrow.

Hope you’re feeling younger than me!

-BELL

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