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!!