Catching up: Pregancy Week 4 through 7

Week 4:
So it has been revealed to us that baby second coming is twirling around in ma belli.  Ma uterus to be exact.  You're probably wondering about my boobs. I feel like I'm sporting a D cup.  It's really not as sexy as I thought it would be.  OUCH!

me: week 4
 him: 30 months

Week 5:
You know what's fun?  Flatulance.  "DON'T WAKE THE BABY WITH YOUR ASS!"

Thankfully I'm not commuting to a job 56 miles away and sitting in a cube for 8 hours like I did when prego with de Milo. I'm really feeling The Luck with this one because MAN DO I NEED ANOTHER 3 HOUR NAP.

There is a great need this week to eat dinner.  Twice. Speghetti for breakfast?  YES PLEASE! And milk.  More milk more milk more milk.

This might have been said to my husb:  "This hotdog needs more ketchup.  According to my 3 pregnancy APPs I'm making legs and arms this week.  And the heart is about to start beating any day now.  So I need all the nutrition I can get.  And hold down. SO I NEED MORE KETCHUP AND NOW PLEASE. kthanx."

(get it?  I'm talking about needing nutrition whilst eating a hot dog.  haha!)

Quick story about excess saliva and mal-coordination combined with nausea:  I'm at the gym, side by side with a friend on the Elliptical machine.  We're talking pregnancy.  She's 2 months ahead of me.  As I'm talking, spit is flying out of my mouth, I bang my head on the hand holder thingys and I'm going so slow -due to the nausea- that the system keeps pausing and asking me to piss or get off. But I carry on because I AM WOMAN. I think I only burned 45 calories the whole 45 minutes I was on there.

And then I went home, ate speghetti, and slept for 3 hours.

Don't worry, I'm not going to talk constipation -or rather- the slowing down of the bowels.  This week has been...ugh...

Speaking of constipation....my son must be having sympathy constipation.  This morning he wakes up in a very sad state.  Not whining, just straight out crying.  He grips the kitchen table, sobbing, "GET OUT.  GET OUT."  Poor guy...

Also?  We bought the crib, dresser and a new glider for the baby. We are totally doing it right this time with the furniture.  Milo's current glider is a complete POS.  It squeeks like a dying bird wedged between a flamingo's legs in 10 degree water. And after 15 minutes of cuddle story nigh nigh time my ass is numb enough to deliver a 10 lb baby. And if I remember clearly I'll be spending lots of time in that bad boy at all hours of the day/night, so we purchaced the Mercedes Benz of gliders.  I might even rock my 2 cats to sleep in that beast.  My husband says he's going to be buried in this rocker.  It's that fantastic!

My fingers are crossed the crib won't be recalled like the last one.

The crib voucher was about to expire, so we went ahead and ordered it all.  I'm definitly acting like I'm 9 months pregnant with all this "nesting."

I've also started sorting through all my clothes and making room for the sexy maternity wear.  Why so soon?  Turns out I'm one of those gals that shows the minute the EPT sprouts a positive.  Even though he/she is only as big as a POPPY SEED this week!!




week 5 (and still going to the gym!?)

Okay, so maybe I'm not "showing" showing.  But my pants are definitly more snug!

Week 6:
Brief  appointment with my PA-C.  Got a referral for the OBGYN. Appt in 2 weeks!
How am I feeling?  Dizzy and lightheaded at times.  Bursts of (short-lived) energy I absolutely live for!  This week we bought paint for the baybay's room!  And painted it! Weeeee!!

Well, I didn't paint it...the hubby did...I was -you guessed it- sleeeeeeeping.....

You know that feeling you have the morning after a really CRAZY/SEXY/COOL night out with your friends where you bar hop across state lines, get kicked out for trying to mix your own drinks, pee in a used car parking lot and then have post-game wrap up in a strange apartment with the new "friends" you met at bar 12?

That's how I'm feeling.  But without the crazy/sexy/cool.

UGH.  Is this trimester over YET??



week 6.  POP!  But that's not *exactly* a baby bump.  It's more of a *gas* bump. Dead Sexy.

week 7:
I've barely left the house.  Much less this couch.  Thankfully my job hasn't scheduled me much these past few weeks.  My energy is completely pathetic.  I know this is all "relatively" short lived...

 But, seriously.

I want to go to the gym.  I want to go to the grocery store. I want to mingle with HUMANITY.   I want to not feel like my head is going to fall off from exhaustion, dizziness, and OMG the NAUSEA.   MAKE IT STOP!!

And, yes, I'm sleeping A WHOLE HECK OF A LOT, but I'm doing so much tossing and turning and up to pee-ing that it's not doing me a whole lot of good.

AND why am I crying 35 times a day?!

I'm waiting for the "this pregancy has gone by so much faster than my first one" stage.  Because so far? 

It's draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaging........

back on the wagon (should be at least): PREGNANT!

Operation: knocked up Revisit the agony glory of pregnancy because only children are weird Milo needs a little bro or sis to play with.

Please don't let it be a little bro AND a little sis.

Or a little bro AND a little bro.

Or a little sis AND a little sis.

disclaimer:  I'll be happy with whatever the good Lord has blessed us with.

*wink*

First, I dyed my hair back to it's original shade of *ahem* blonde...It's been 5 years since I've seen this shade...meh.  LOOK!  My phone matches the tacky border in my bathroom!

Then I made an OBGYN appointment to remove the Mirena...(what the HELL am I doing??!!??  I'm excited.  I'm scared.  I'm excited.  I'm scared...repeat)

Oh YES I DID!!!  What?  I was bored waiting for the doctor!

                                            
Okay...let's fast forward to the good -G-rated- part...

BAM!!

the mixture of OH SHIT and I SO EXCITE!! 

Ah...let the games begin...

My estimated due date is September 8th. 

It's gonna be a long summer....

I'M PREGNANT!!!!!!

getting our culture on

We're still doing family outings, though not as many in these BRRR! months.  I'm not a fan of winter MUCH at ALL.  No matter how fantastically warm my UGG boots are and the snug fit of my fancy coat and hat, I do not appreciate Le BRRR!  So after the 1,245th viewing of Wall-E and/or Cars and/or Penguins of Madagascar, we made the executive decision to: MISSION: GET OUT OF THE HOUSE.

Row, Row, Row your boat...



whoa.  Jellyfish...



 son of a sailor



1 fish, 2 fish, red fish, blue fish



Oh, Hi Mr. Turtle!  Give us a kiss!



The Megalodon, a prehistoric shark.  Only 2 in the world, one in Southern Maryland and the other in South Africa.  See?  We're cultured and fancy and stuff!!

 Speaking of fancy, it was Burger King for all for lunch!  Not a "date night" but nice to escape the couch and a Pixar showing for a few hours!!

version 2.5 (monkey comparative time!)



Age:1 week.
(like a million years ago! and yet...like yesterday)

age: 2.5

monkey?  TIMELESS!!


  



  



cuddle-lisciousness

Sometimes a 2 year old can be soft. And sweet.  And totally Edible!! NOM NOM NOM

Sunrise, New Year's Eve

Keeping me in the loopy

 I'm in the process of getting to know my our new laptop and downloading some new pics from the camera.  This might take awhile due to a new and improved Honey Dew list. Yeah BABY!!  So here is a post I wrote back in October, nearly 3 months ago...

"Things here are going great!  How's your night going?"

When I work evenings, the husband finds himself one on one with the toddler.   I love getting "proof of life" pictures and/or videos through my phone.  Here are a few pics that he has sent to let me know that all is well while I'm at the jobby job.

"the good life"

"See mama?  Daddy does bathe me when you're at work!"

"At the beach!  Hope you're having a good night!  Wish you were here!"

"He took off his diaper.  Here's hoping he hasn't peed on the couch."

Not the same as being there, but I'm thankful that I live in a time where we can quickly and easily send a picture or a video to our loved ones -of our loved ones- while away...