One more pregnancy complaint...

I have just ONE more complaint before this MAGICAL journey of pregnancy is complete and this time it involves the doctor's office.
For reals, how can they expect a person, who cannot see their own feet let alone ANYTHING above their feet, to pee accurately into a cup the size of a large shot glass?? I mean seriously, they can't give the women who are LARGE something a big bigger and more convenient... like a cereal bowl? Maybe something the size of a coffee mug? I'm not a man... I can't AIM for small spaces. Instead I pee on myself. Every week. It is not fun and I am not a fan. I'm over it. I am ready to lead a revolution if anyone wishes to join in!
So now, I'm off to run bleachers and clean and jerk 105 lbs, 20 reps.
Again, I hope everyone has a great holiday and hopefully I'll be updating with the BIRTH soon.

Week 40

Well, as I predicted, Wilbur has not made a move. I went in today and was told, yet again, there is no progression. Thankfully, there is an end in sight... if I don't go into labor naturally by Tuesday, 12/29, they will induce me. Because I am a Gallibright, I can ONLY assume this baby will actually come on Christmas because that would be the one day I didn't want him to be born. Yes, I am selfish, but I just really wanted to spend Christmas at home with him and my family. Not eating fake turkey while T and Ehee sit in the visitor's chair in the room with me and then go home for the night. That doesn't sound like a great scenario for anyone... but whatever. He'll come when he comes. As long as he is healthy, I will just be grateful. This one will be short because it is getting late and I want to go lay down. I hope all who read this have a very Merry Christmas and I will hopefully be blogging about my labor before the new Year!! Peace I'm outta here!

Week 39...

So here I am at home on my second week of maternity leave. I have not gotten done anything I assumed I would. I thought I would knock out the Christmas shopping in three days, walk my dogs, clean my house, bake cookies, create masterpiece meals and still have time to run the bleachers at the high school to encourage this 27 lb baby to COME OUT. However, I have done none of the above. The only thing I have done is set my internal clock to Maury. I did put together the stroller and baby car seat, but am thoroughly confused on how to actually put the car seat in the car. This leads me to believe that I am a bad mom and that more than likely this baby will someday be running his own drug cartel.

At my doctor's appointment last week I was told that there was NO progression and that basically, I should plan on being pregnant until sometime next June. I have another doctor's appointment today, but am really not expecting much more. Wilbur wants to get his full set of teeth and learn to walk before he finally comes out. That's all for now...

35 weeks

Wow, it has been a while since I updated. Things have been very busy with the move and some other things that have happened along the way. I had two amazing baby showers thrown by friends and family. I was hoping to post a couple pictures, however I don't have any at this time. But believe me, they were both beautiful. It was so nice to have everyone get together to STARE at me as I opened gifts! hahaha I am a total lurker on the whattoexpect.com message board and I read so many message boards where people either didn't have anyone show up or or where no one offered to throw them a shower so they end up throwing it themselves. I feel so lucky to have such amazing friends and family. If any of you are reading, I love you all! Okay, enough. That will be the end of my sappy talk.
Sooooo, things that are new... nothing much. T and Ehee now SCREAM and freak out any time they feel Wilbur moving around in there.Apparently they don't like that they can actually FEEL a foot or a knee. Even though they freak out, they keep coming back for more. I don't really get it, but oh well. My snoring has gotten so bad that Ehee will actually leave the room and go sleep on the couch. I have woken myself up making horse sounds... it is all very odd. I only hope it goes away once Wilbur is OUT. My face is starting to swell up like a chipmunk. That is why I refuse to post pictures of myself anymore. I have 11 days left of actual work (not that I'm counting or anything) and then I am off on maternity leave! I am looking forward to the calm before the storm. Otherwise, things are pretty much the same... still have strange women and NOW MEN trying to touch my belly in church (not mine) or the elevator at work. I have managed NOT to punch anyone. I think someone should do a study on why people feel the need to touch you or give you strange advice when they don't even know you, if you are pregnant. It has to date back to the cavemen or something. Like... for reals, I have NEVER had anyone try to rub my belly while standing in an elevator at work before I got knocked up. But... that is a whole new rant. For now, this is all I'm going to write. I have doctor appointments coming up so I'm sure I'll have more to write about soon. Five weeks to go!!

Another big change!!

We're moving! No, we did not buy a house... but we are renting a new place in a much nicer neighborhood with a much better school district... AND... a third bedroom!! Wilbur won't have to sleep on top of the dining room table after all!! I am very excited because this also means I can actually decorate the baby's room :)

The next couple weeks are going to be very busy with work and school, but so worth it when it is all said and done! I'm just glad we'll be all settled before he gets here!

That's all for now!

Quick update - 3D Ultrasound

Last week I went in for my 3D ultrasound. I must admit, I was scared of what what we might see... what if there was a deformity? What if the cord was wrapped around his head? What if he turned out to be a girl? What if it had horns and a tail and fangs and growled at us? My worries were not subsided by the first ultrasound. Unfortunately he was sitting breech with his feet up by his face. We were able to tell that he is definitely a boy and that there were no horns or tail (at least that we could see). But unfortunately, we couldn't really see his face because he would not let go of his foot the entire time. They gave us the opportunity to have a re-scan and we took it. So yesterday we went again. At first it looked like he was going to be just as difficult, but thanks to me drinking ice water, eating a granola bar and then poking him in his butt (you could actually see him getting moved by my pokes on the screen) he finally let go of his foot and put his arm down enough where we could actually see his cute little face. I think he looks like he has his daddy's nose, but he also sort of looks like T when he was first born. It will be fun to see him once he finally comes out and compare pictures of T and Wilbur. I'm getting more excited as the pregnancy winds down... 10 weeks to go!

A few things...

First... I finally came to the realization this week that in less than three months, I am having a baby. Yes... it took seven months, but I finally accept the fact that I will have a screaming, burping, pooping, drooling person to take care of that I am NOT married to. The thought has me excited, but very scared at the same time, but more excited than scared... FINALLY!

Second... I have NOT been sleeping. Most of the time I can't get comfortable and my back aches, and when I do get comfortable, I snore and wake myself up. Needless to say, it has been very difficult for me to sleep, even with my body pillow. It became painfully clear to me just how much sleep I was lacking when I was at school. I went to my math class and was working on a problem and my teacher came up to me and said, “that is wrong”. SOOO, I re-did it. He came up again and said, "that is still wrong". I re-did it FOUR times and kept getting the same answer and he kept telling me it was wrong, but I was POSITIVE it was right. I even argued that I had worked it out and each time it was coming out with the SAME answer and that maybe HE needed to re-check his answer. Apparently after he realized I was NOT getting it, he comes up to me and goes… okay, your first problem is that 9x4 is NOT 30…. Oops. Not a good sign. I need to sleep.

As bad as it may sound, I did some research and saw that you are allowed to have Benadryl for allergies when you are pregnant, so when I got home I saw that we had Children's Benadryl and yes, I took it. And thank goodness I did! I slept SOOO good I drooled and slept through my snoring! Plus, I wasn't congested :) Yes, I feel guilty for taking allergy medication for a non-allergy reason, but I'll live, and so will Wilbur because he's been dancing all around this morning and I seriously feel like a new person.

Third, yesterday a co-worker asked me if I was almost done with the pregnancy and I said "nope, I have three months left". She responded by saying... "OH MY GOD!! Are you sure there aren't two in there??" Uhhhh, yes, I am sure. Apparently I am huge.. so huge I should be birthing right here right now. She is lucky she didn't get a scissor kick to the head by a pregnant ninja.

Including this picture of T because he is my little princess :) That's all I have for this week!!

Reason #247 I feel sorry for my husband...

Have you ever heard a Silverback Gorilla, snarling and grunting deep in the jungle or rain forest or wherever it is they live?? No? Well, my husband has!! Apparently he sleeps with one.

I have gone from a once-in-a-while loud single snore that wakes me up, to snoring no matter what position I am in. Normally it will still wake me up, but I guess I'm getting used to it because at 1:20 am this morning, I was woken up by Ehee shaking me, trying to quiet me down. Normally, this role is reversed, but apparently, I now out snore him.

Also, in the past two weeks, I have doubled in size. For reals. One day I woke up looking six months pregnant, the next morning I woke up looking like I'm ready to birth. The saddest part is I still have three months... I have a feeling Ehee will be moving to the couch soon.

Quick update

I just wanted to say that for all my complaining about T, he did something awesome this morning. When I got up at 6:15 am, he was in the kitchen, showered, dressed for school and making bacon. He even asked, "mom, you do like your bacon crispy or not crispy?" Then he fed the dogs, brushed his teeth and took his medication all without being asked or prodded. I feel like Ice Cube in that song "Today was a Good Day". I write so many not so nice things about him, I HAD to document his good thing :)

Also, I finished registering for my baby shower; what do you think of my stroller? I got it in all black instead of that black and metal color...

Things I swore I would never do...

but have TOTALLY done since I went and got myself knocked up:

1. Post a picture of myself pregnant... swore it wouldn't happen, but then realized I only had one chin in the photo, so I posted it. Who knows when I'll only have one chin ever again!

2. Fart in public... not proud, but yes it has happened... more than once.

3. Complain... I decided as soon as I found out I was pregnant that I would be stoic and suffer in silence. Yeaaaah, not so much!! haha

4. Purchase ugly, yet REALLY comfortable shoes... after walking around the mall for two hours, nothing felt better than a pair of EASY SPIRITS! hahahaha I'm not sure when I turned 50.

5. Be neurotic... I have researched EVERY brand of EVERY item I have registered for and yet I still go back thinking I could do better. My cousin tried to convince me that buying the "wrong" bathtub will NOT mean my child will end up as a drug addict or in jail, but I'm not so sure.

6. Stop working out... I promised myself I would work out 2-3 times a week to keep my weight in check and just to make myself feel better as a whole.... again, not so much!! It turns out going straight home after work and putting my big fat left foot up while eating a Snickers ice cream bar is much more fun than hitting the elliptical for 40 mintues.

7. Stop grooming... is it wrong I only shave my legs if I know for SURE, someone besides me or Jason is going to see them? Sorry!

8. Drop out for a semester... okay okay, I haven't actually done it... but I have TOTALLY thought about it!! DAILY!

9. Let my emotions get the best of me... I think this sort of goes with the "stoic" thing. I will admit, every time I hear Leona Lewis on the radio or on my ipod, I cry. I don't know why it happens; but it happens.

10. Temper Tantrums... You tell me NO BUNDT CAKE, do NOT be surprised when I lay down in the middle of the mall kicking my feet and punching the ground while I scream bloody murder. This also goes along with the fact that I swore I would ONLY eat healthy, but instead I have developed a one cookie a day habit with ice cream on the side! Not exactly the apples and broccoli and granola I had planned.

I'm sure I will have even more to add to this list once Wilbur (his name this week) is born, but this is it for now. I like to think that it shows how willing I am to compromise, or go with the flow; but really I think it just shows my true lazy nature. Now where did I put that cookie...

Six months...

Okay... I understand that pregnancy causes certain changes to the body. Mostly people try to talk about the pregnancy "glow", how thick and full your hair gets, your full and enlarged breasts blah blah blah. Well, that is not EXACTLY how it works. Here is the truth about what goes on, at least in my case:

Skin: Where is this "glow" I keep hearing about? I have no glow, I have an oily sheen that takes over my entire body. Perhaps when the light reflects off it at certain angles, it looks like I'm literally glowing? I have gotten the WORST acne. I don't get one or two pimples, my shoulders are totally broken out. I never even got zits when I went through puberty! Not to mention, I am getting pimples in the oddest places; not just my face and back, but I had one in my ear and one on my throat. What is that!?!?! Trent truly looked appalled when he saw my throat the other morning.

My full luxurious hair: Yeah, not so much. It hasn't grown longer, it has grown outwards. It is getting fatter by the day (much like the rest of me). It is wild and unruly and apparently has gained new cowlicks that cannot be straightened no matter how hard I crush them between two blazing hot flat irons. Also, the lower layer of my bangs have started growing to the right, while the rest still goes to the left making for an interesting new look for fall. I have even had to pluck some randoms that have randomly started forming a widow's peak.

Speaking of hair: Apparently the pregnancy hormones have sparked the Italian powder keg I have in my genes. I could probably let my hair in my armpits grow for two weeks and have enough for a full wig to donate to Locks of Love. I won't say more...

My Left Foot: Everyday, between 2 pm - 3 pm, my left foot gets really mad and Hulks out. Literally, it changes to a slight yellowish color and blows up like a fat little Ballpark Frank. If I am wearing shoes, it oozes out the tops and sides of them, wherever there is room to grow. If I wear flip-flops, my foot starts to actually become WIDER than the shoe. Remember the scene in those Nutty Professor movies when he suddenly turns fat again? Very similiar. My right foot, however, is very well behaved and rarely swells. I guess the bright side is that at least I can show people what they are both supposed to look like.

The rest of my body: I am constantly bumping into things and knocking them over, but not with my stomach. Apparently my butt is growing at the same rate as my belly to make sure I don't get too heavy up front and fall over. Thanks butt!!!

I don't want to sound like it is all negative. I definitely have moments of joy, and trust me, I am VERY thankful I never threw up or had any health issues, but I use this as my venting board, and today, this is what I'm venting about. Maybe my next one will be filled with more sunshine and roses. Until then, attached is a picture of the outfit I just registered for. My baby is very formal, but he likes to party too... and this picture shows it. I hope you all have a fantastic three day weekend!!

What came first, the chicken or the egg...

That is a classic question... one that has baffled the experts for generations (okay, maybe not). I think a similar question would be... who is the bigger idiot, the 13 year old boy who stole his dad's keys and crashed the car into the front of the house collapsing a wall and causing $3,000 in damage, or the dad who left his 13 year old son home alone for three days while he went to Vegas?

Ahhh yes, this is my dilema for the week.

So first off I will say that this has taken me a couple days to write. While I was calm on Wednesday, I was absolutely livid on Thursday. Today is Friday and I'm feeling calmer again so I will continue on with the story. For this blog, I will call T's father "Dbag". You can figure out what it stands for. I will try to keep it short, but it is a long story so please bear with me.

So, on Wednesday afternoon I receive a call from Dbag. He proceeds to tell me that he has something to tell me, but he didn't want to stress me out and what happened is totally his fault and he is taking full responsibility for what happened. He also says that I should not punish T and that he will handle it, but that he would like us to all get together on Saturday to discuss what he is about to tell me. Okay. He then tells me that two WEEKS ago, T took Dbag's car keys when Dbag was gone from the house. T was taking out a bike and needed to move the car to do so. However, when T got in the car, he hit the gas instead of the brake and crashed the car into the front of the house, smashing in a wall and causing $3000 worth of damage. Dbag is REALLY upset but wanted to warn me because if T is stealing his car keys, he could be stealing mine. So we hang up and I think to myself "how did T drive Dbag's car if Dbag wasn't home". It wasn't connecting in my brain, but I've been so stressed this week, I didn't think too much about it.

So I come home and T is in the kitchen loading the dishwasher. This is still Wednesday so there is NO WAY I am going to wait until Saturday to discuss this with T. I want him to know IMMEDIATELY what will happen if he EVER touches my keys or my car without permission. As I start laying into him, he interrupts me to ask if I know the WHOLE story. Well, I guess I haven't heard the whole story... so what am I missing I ask. T then tells me he can't tell me cuz his dad told him not to tell me. Alarms in my head started to go off. I inform T that if his dad EVER tells him not to tell me something, that is EXACTLY when he needs to tell me. So T then informs me that yes he crashed the car, but not while his dad was at work, but while he was in Las Vegas. Okay.... when did your dad go to Vegas I ask... "the day before his birthday". Okay, so this crash happened on a Friday, Dbag's birthday was on a Thursday which means he left for Vegas on Wednesday morning!!! So I ask T, "are you telling me that your father left you home alone for THREE DAYS!?!?!" YUP!!!!

So as it turns out, Dbag left my child home alone for THREE days being a dog sitter while he went off to party in Vegas for his birthday. As I said, this is already a long blog and there is a lot of information so I'll try to wrap this up with a sumamry, but the elaborate lies that went into this whole thing just amaze me. I even spoke to Dbag on his birthday and he PRETENDED to be at work.The worst part is, Dbag's entire family knew T was home alone and not ONE person called to tell me. Who the @#$%^ leaves a 13 year old boy home alone for THREE days??? If you ask me, Dbag is LUCKY all that happened was $3000 worth of damage to his stupid house because it could have been A LOT worse. Every time I think of what could have happened, I feel that rage, combined with pregnancy rage already in me, rise up in me and it takes everything I have not to drive to Dbag's work and punch him in his dumb face. With a bat.

The BEST part of this is, when I confronted Dbag about the situation he tells me "well he had been so well behaved the entire month of July when I had him. You don't understand, he was like an angel. I trusted him." Uhhhhhhh, generally if you have a 13 year old boy who behaved well for a few weeks, you take him to get an ice cream cone or even a video game. If he has been exceptionally good, maybe you get him the shoes he's been wanting... you don't LEAVE HIM HOME ALONE TO DOG SIT FOR THREE DAYS!!!!! Haven't you ever seen "Home Alone" or ANY John Hughe's movie!?!?!?! I don't even leave my DOGS home alone for three days!!!

So, as of now, T is not allowed over at Dbag's house. Dbag and I exchanged some words and T will not be going over there for a visit anytime soon. Eventually he will be allowed back there to visit, but there will be no overnight visits for a LONG time, at least for the rest of 2009. I am very conflicted on punishing T because on one hand, he took the car and he covered for his dad, but on the other hand, it is TOTALLY Dbag's fault for putting him in that position.

The moral of the story is, do not get knocked up by retards when you are 17 because apparently you will pay for it THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.

A short conversation...

So Ehee and I were laying in bed last night and he started poking my belly. He was annoyed because T finally got to feel the baby last night and Ehee still isn't 100% convinced that he has felt him (although he has). Here is the conversation that followed:

Me: It's only ten o'clock... he's not ready to party yet. He is pretty much like clockwork… he gets rowdy at about 10:30 pm and 5:30 am.

Him: So will that be his schedule?

Me: uhhh, are you serious?
Him: Well I mean, that’s when you said you feel him.

Me: Ummmmm, you do realize for the first month or so, they basically get up every 2-3 hours don’t you?

Him: Are you kidding me?

Me: Are you kidding me??

Him: Have fun with that!!

He then quietly mentioned something about killing himself. Hahahahaha

Other tidbits from the weekend... T entered his first BMX race on Friday. I went out to dinner with some girlfriends and Ehee surprised T by taking him down the track. He was really nervous and he came in last place in each othe races, but he ended up loving it and wants to do it again this week. I left my friends early so I could run down to the track to watch him and made it just in time for his final race. He did great and I can't wait to watch him improve as he gets more comfortable. Also, as I mentioned above, he got to feel the baby kicking last night. He was SO excited!! It made me so happy to see and hear his excitement =)

And a final note to self: do not wear the "demi" maternity pants ANYMORE. For those of you who haven't seen a pregnant lady with a muffin top, let me assure you, it is NOT pretty. I have learned my lesson and will not be wearing these pants again anytime soon...

Puberty vs. Pregnancy

I have a whole new respect for my step-mother who was pregnant with her second baby when I was an out of control raging hormone at 17. Being pregnant with a child going through puberty in the house is NOT easy. The ATTITUDE, the whining, complaining, the volatile mood swings, the acne, the emotional outburts, the over dramatizing every little thing... that is puberty. Add sore boobs and wine withdrawals and you have me! Multiply by two and you'll wonder how Ehee has managed to stay sane these past few months...of course, maybe that explains his new scotch habit. (I am joking of course)

My 13 year old started 8th grade on Monday. It is now Wednesday and we are already having issues. "What kind of issues?" you ask.... GIRL ISSUES. Now, I must say that girls have gotten T in trouble since day one. When he was in kindergarten, he was in love with a fourth grader. It broke his little heart when she had a "boyfriend" who was her own age. When he was six, he was supposed to go to his friend/neighbor Ricky's house, but instead, took off on his bike four blocks away to a girl's house just so he could ride by it. And so it began.

The thing that worries me is that T is not they type of kid who has girls chasing him while he plays it cool... No. It is completely the opposite. T is a stalker. No, he doesn't do drive by's or boil bunnies, but he's not far off. He THROWS himself at these girls. I actually read a text message where he told a girl she was only the fourth girl he said "I love you" to. I am 32 years old and I don't think I've told four people I love them!! He kisses their little 13 year old behinds, and will bend over backwards for them all while literally begging to "git wit' dem". And they say boys can't multi-task! I have offered him advice, telling him that most girls want boys to ignore them, or tease them; but he doesn't listen and I should probably be glad he doesn't. Otherwise he would actually GET girls to go out with him and that would just cause more trouble. Instead, he has girls tell him things like "if you grow five inches I'll consider going out with you", or he gets stuck in the whole "you're my bestest buddy" trap. I guess I should just be thankful that he has zero game and the potential for girlfriends goes down each passing year as he becomes a bigger and bigger kiss a$$. I really hope he keeps his nice guy status and is everyone's friend because if I think we have problems now, I can't imagine how bad it would be if he got an actual girlfriend that didn't break up with him the next day at lunch because she is more interested in the kid who already has a full beard and a juvy record.

I guess I should just be thankful that he gets so excited when he gets to kiss a girl on the cheek in front of her friends at school (our issue this week because another boy saw and wanted to fight him over it). And I, as a proper mother, will really try to stop asking him which cheeks he got to kiss...

A pregnancy rant...

So here is my pregnancy rant from about a week ago. I'm adding it because I feel like this most days. Many of you probably already read it on my facebook, but if you haven't had a chance, here is the cleaner version :)

Okay... I need to get this out or I will punch a mo' fo' in the face. I don't know what in God's name gives people the idea that they have the right to judge me because I am knocked up, but it is running rampant in San Jose! FOR EXAMPLE:

1. Coffee: Yeah... I drink it. I have ONE tall iced coffee about two - three times a week. Not that I need to explain that to anyone, but guess what, you'd think I was ordering a friggen double Screwdriver in the morning. The stares, the comments... GET OVER IT. I can either have my 120 grams of caffiene or I can sleep at my desk and get fired. If my doctor says it is okay, then it is okay with me. I don't need some safeway checker making comments that my coffee looks too dark. SUCK IT and finish bagging my f'ing groceries.

2. Personal Space: If I do not know you, or I do not know you well.... DO NOT TOUCH ME. I don't want your dirty hands on my stomach and I have NO PROBLEM slapping your hand away. PERIOD. If you catch me when I'm irritable, it won't be your hand I slap.

3. Comments about my changing body: saying "OHMYGOSH YOU ARE GETTING SO FAT" while clapping does not make the comment cute. The clapping doesn't make the "FAT" comment any less rude or obnoxious. Yes... I get it, I'm five months pregnant, I was BOUND to get bigger. HOWEVER, an acceptable statement would be "you are starting to show". You call me fat, don't be surprised when I say right around the holidays that you look like you've really put on some weight. I am putting it on my calendar now to remind me to say it. B*tch.

4. Food intake: Okay really.... why the hell are you watching what I eat? Why do you praise me when you see me eating carrots or apples, but tell me my kid is going to have diabetes when you see me eating a cookie? I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were the f'ing food nazi and that I had to run all my meals by you. Do you WANT me to scissor kick you??

5. Scratching: Yes, I've heard the rumors... if I scratch my stomach I'm going to get stretch marks. Sooo, I guess since you see me still scratching it anyway, I DO NOT CARE! IT ITCHES!!!! I am the one who has to live with the consequences so get off my nuts about it!

6. Beautification: Just because I went and got myself knocked up doesn't mean I am going to stop coloring my hair or using astringent or using night cream. I'm sorry, but I don't plan to look like an Apalachan Mountain Woman. Unless you see me injecting these products directly into my belly, the baby is FINE. As a matter of fact, he doesn't want the first person he see's to be some crazy haired zit face with wrinkles. He told me. Now shut it.

Summary: Unless you see me injecting hair bleach into my placenta while taking shots of Jack and eating balls of crack as I jump on a trampoline and swan dive into a steaming hot tub, mind your own business.

PS. you can keep telling me how cute I look and baking me goodies... I never get tired of that ;)

The first blog...

Soooo... Here I am, five months pregnant and still slightly in denial I think. I know that may sound strange, but I think first off, you have to understand me. I am not one of those people who thinks pregnancy is a "miracle" or a "blessing" or that the little bit of pee that sneaks out when I sneeze is "precious". I'm not one of those women who will have a baby and then suddenly feel that my life is complete. My life was pretty darn good before I got pregnant, and while I know that this baby will add joy to my life, it is not going to complete my life. I try to remain as realistic as possible because if I start to become UN-realistic, let's face it, I'm only setting myself up for disappointment. And besides, this ain't my first rodeo! I know that along with all the smiles and joy babies bring, they also bring sleepless nights, throw up, spit up, poop, pee, colic, tantrums and eventually puberty (which I will also blog about on this page). Every once in a while I have a moment of clarity when I fully accept I am pregnant and I realize that is in store and I get sooo anxious! Mostly, I figure I'll deal with it when he (yes, it is another boy) gets here. Don't worry, I don't go out drinking or smoking crack or anything like that and I'm not going to give birth on a toilet seat or anything. I do realize I'm pregnant, I just don't think about what's to come...yet.

So, on that note... I will tell you about the name of my blog.

A little over a month ago I woke up to find that suddenly my belly was sticking out. Ummmm.... okay. I had literally gone to bed the night before with it looking one way, and woke up the next morning with a gut. That lead me to ask, is this the baby, or the burrito I ate last night? I really couldn't tell. My friends said it was maybe a little of both, but looking back, I'm pretty sure it was the baby... because it has NEVER gone back down! I'm not sure why that stuck with me all this time, but it has so that is the name of my blog.

By the way, thank goodness I am FINALLY out of that awkward stage where people are never quite sure if I'm pregnant, or if maybe I need to stop eating donuts.

So, I guess that will be it for this blog. I'm sure I'll write more as more comes up. I have a blog I wrote on another site I will probably add to this just because it is so relevant, however it is a bit vulgar so I will try to clean it up a bit before posting. And on THAT note... happy Monday to anyone who may have accidentally found this as I am not sending it out to friends and family quite yet!!