Oh boy.... I tried on a bunch of clothes today, finding something suitable to wear to the baby shower tonight. My first dress did NOT fit at all- it was way too small and for some reason, suddenly way too short. My back-up dresses also did not fit. Again, too small and too short, even though the one I had been saving for homecoming fit me for Easter. I had two choices left- a black one, which I thought was too morbid and too dressy for a shower, and a blue one that everyone here has already seen on me a billion times.
I am now feeling ridiculous. I thought I could get away with pants and a nice top, but all my tops are too small around the belly!!!! I should take a picture for proof. I put on one pink tank top that I really like, and at 30 weeks, I look as big as I did with LB at 40. Good lord, when is this belly going to stop growing?? People are pretty shocked to find out that I have two and half months left. It's seriously a 9 month looking belly... and it's depressing now that nothing fits over it! What am I going to do the last ten weeks??
7/9/09
I can't remember- what was I doing?
Baby brain has hit me hard. I can't remember anything. It really sucks, because people say, "hey, remember that thing I was telling you about?" and I seriously don't. The kid is just sucking my short term memory out of me.
Just tonight, I met up with a few friends so their sons and my son could play together. We were talking and laughing and joking, and my friend Kitty said something like, "you should blog about this!" I remember thinking it was a good idea, but now I can't for the life of me remember what the hell it was about.
Oh, the joys of being preggers... I know I complain a lot, so here's some good news. The prurigo gestationis has kind of disappeared (knock on wood), so hopefully my legs won't be looking like this. The baby moves a lot, which is reassuring. And my ankles haven't swollen too much yet.
Then again, there are lots of reasons that this pregnancy has been harder than the one with LB. But if you know me, then you've probably heard that laundry list of complaints!
I wish I had something witty to say for this post, but I kind of don't. And Kitty, if you're reading this, please remind me of what I was going to write! Maybe I'll post something a little more worth reading later.
Just tonight, I met up with a few friends so their sons and my son could play together. We were talking and laughing and joking, and my friend Kitty said something like, "you should blog about this!" I remember thinking it was a good idea, but now I can't for the life of me remember what the hell it was about.
Oh, the joys of being preggers... I know I complain a lot, so here's some good news. The prurigo gestationis has kind of disappeared (knock on wood), so hopefully my legs won't be looking like this. The baby moves a lot, which is reassuring. And my ankles haven't swollen too much yet.
Then again, there are lots of reasons that this pregnancy has been harder than the one with LB. But if you know me, then you've probably heard that laundry list of complaints!
I wish I had something witty to say for this post, but I kind of don't. And Kitty, if you're reading this, please remind me of what I was going to write! Maybe I'll post something a little more worth reading later.
7/8/09
Still feeling gross
Did I say I was ready for this deployment to be over? I'm also ready for this pregnancy to be over. I'm still feeling nauseous and crappy. I'm hungry but I don't want to eat anything, and I'm tired, but I still have things to do. Definitely feeling different than I was with LB.
I know it sounds like I'm completely depressed lately. I'm not- just tired and grumpy. I guess I should blog more about the good things that happen, but lately they're a little scarce. For example, I had my housekeeper lady come to clean the house yesterday, and as soon as she was done, LB threw up on the kitchen floor. I kinda laughed, because of course he would throw up on a just-cleaned floor. You see? That's the kind ofweek month I've been having.
I'm getting together with a few people to do the single sailor bags to get ready for homecoming. It's raining here, and it looks like it's going to stay pretty rainy all day. Usually if it's raining at my house, the rest of the island is pretty crappy. I'm secretly happy it's raining- we need it and it matches my mood.
Sigh. Only 70 more days to go until my due date...
I know it sounds like I'm completely depressed lately. I'm not- just tired and grumpy. I guess I should blog more about the good things that happen, but lately they're a little scarce. For example, I had my housekeeper lady come to clean the house yesterday, and as soon as she was done, LB threw up on the kitchen floor. I kinda laughed, because of course he would throw up on a just-cleaned floor. You see? That's the kind of
I'm getting together with a few people to do the single sailor bags to get ready for homecoming. It's raining here, and it looks like it's going to stay pretty rainy all day. Usually if it's raining at my house, the rest of the island is pretty crappy. I'm secretly happy it's raining- we need it and it matches my mood.
Sigh. Only 70 more days to go until my due date...
7/6/09
Blech
Today was the glucose test. I don't remember feeling so crappy after drinking the stuff. The lab people gave me this bottle of stuff that tasted like extra-sweetened, flat Sprite. It felt like it took forever to choke the crap down. Then of course I couldn't eat or drink after that for an hour, so Lewis and I just wandered around for an hour. There were a few times I had to put my head between my knees (or at least attempt to) because I felt so nauseous.
After my blood was drawn, I was allowed to eat something, but I still haven't felt right all day. I've been dizzy and nauseous and pooped. The only thing that made me feel better was spearmint gum.
I wish I had more to say, but my whole day was spent on the couch! Poor Lewis was getting frustrated, but I tried to entertain him with books, and he did hand me toys he wanted me to play with.
After my blood was drawn, I was allowed to eat something, but I still haven't felt right all day. I've been dizzy and nauseous and pooped. The only thing that made me feel better was spearmint gum.
I wish I had more to say, but my whole day was spent on the couch! Poor Lewis was getting frustrated, but I tried to entertain him with books, and he did hand me toys he wanted me to play with.
7/4/09
Forget the red & white... feeling a little blue
Today was a rather disappointing day. I took LB to the commissary to pick up some 4th of July goodies for tomorrow, then chilled out at home. I was expecting a call from a very important person... but I'm now feeling less-than-important to him.
Everyone I know in my situation has gotten a call from their important person, even three times in one day. Mine wrote an email, saying he'd try calling me today... but it's 10pm and I'm not holding my breath any more. Not sure if I should be feeling this badly. But I'm just wondering why everyone else has received a call (some, more than once), and mine can't take a few minutes just to say hello. Makes me feel unimportant and neglected.
My feelings are probably compounded by the afternoon I had. I was so pooped. I fell asleep on the couch a few times (with, of course, my phone's ringer turned way up high, in case someone happened to call... but my efforts were in vain), and then abird nasty pigeon flew into my house, freaking out Puppy and LB. It stayed there, moulting and pooping, for an hour. Thankfully a friend of mine stopped by and cleaned it up for me after the bird left. Gross. And LB has been hitting harder. I know it's a boy thing, but I'm running out of options for discipline. He doesn't respond to "no hitting", he doesn't respond to me restraining his arms, he doesn't respond to me showing I'm hurt. I don't know what to do.
And, I had the most bizarre dream last night. I was at Squam Lake with my family, and I was showing my sister and mom my preggers belly. All of a sudden, the baby peeked his head out of my belly button, and then I had to pull him out. I had to wrap him up in a beach towel, and he looked exactly like LB. Freaky.
I'm just so disappointed. Today is Hubby's birthday- I had hoped to wish him a happy birthday, but I don't think that's going to happen... I give up. I'm going to bed soon.
Everyone I know in my situation has gotten a call from their important person, even three times in one day. Mine wrote an email, saying he'd try calling me today... but it's 10pm and I'm not holding my breath any more. Not sure if I should be feeling this badly. But I'm just wondering why everyone else has received a call (some, more than once), and mine can't take a few minutes just to say hello. Makes me feel unimportant and neglected.
My feelings are probably compounded by the afternoon I had. I was so pooped. I fell asleep on the couch a few times (with, of course, my phone's ringer turned way up high, in case someone happened to call... but my efforts were in vain), and then a
And, I had the most bizarre dream last night. I was at Squam Lake with my family, and I was showing my sister and mom my preggers belly. All of a sudden, the baby peeked his head out of my belly button, and then I had to pull him out. I had to wrap him up in a beach towel, and he looked exactly like LB. Freaky.
I'm just so disappointed. Today is Hubby's birthday- I had hoped to wish him a happy birthday, but I don't think that's going to happen... I give up. I'm going to bed soon.
7/1/09
The baby
There have been plenty of things going on lately that I could blog about, but you know what? I'm going to blog about my bun in the oven.
I had an ultrasound yesterday. They finally gave me pictures of the little guy! They also did a few 3D pics, so you could clearly see his face. So cute! The technician got a little carried away and took 12 pics for me to take home, but I'm not complaining, heehee.
She asked how tall Hubby is. I said, 5'10", why? She said, that's all? I guess our little guy has super long legs and is measuring a week ahead of schedule, so he's going to be a tall boy. She even said he looks like "an NBA star" with those legs.
During the ultrasound, the kid was super active. He was sucking his toes, punching the ultrasound reader, and grabbing himself. Oh yes, he's definitely a boy...
And the best part- he looks really healthy. That's all you can ask for with a baby! So I'm thrilled. We're going to have two healthy little boys in our house!
I met with a new doctor- the one I had been seeing got transferred. This one is actually the doctor that delivered Lewis, and he remembered me. Is that a good thing or bad thing? He either thought, "oh yeah, there's that lady with the beautiful little boy", or "oh yeah, there's that crazy nutjob who was a total bitch in the delivery room." I suppose all bitchiness can be excused when you're attempting to give birth to a tiny human who'd rather stay put, but I still felt a little embarassed and wondered if I was so horrible that I stuck in his mind for the past 18 months!
This guy is great, though. He answered all my questions super quick, but didn't give me the feeling that he was rushing me through the appointment. Perfect combo- thorough but fast. I usually hate seeing male doctors for anything, but I actually feel like I can trust this one- after all, he did a great job with LB.
I'm supposed to go drink the glucose crap for the diabetes test. I'm planning on going Monday with a friend of mine, who is actually due the same day I am. Let's hope I can choke it down. That stuff is nasty.
So there you have it. That's the latest on that part of my life.
I had an ultrasound yesterday. They finally gave me pictures of the little guy! They also did a few 3D pics, so you could clearly see his face. So cute! The technician got a little carried away and took 12 pics for me to take home, but I'm not complaining, heehee.
She asked how tall Hubby is. I said, 5'10", why? She said, that's all? I guess our little guy has super long legs and is measuring a week ahead of schedule, so he's going to be a tall boy. She even said he looks like "an NBA star" with those legs.
During the ultrasound, the kid was super active. He was sucking his toes, punching the ultrasound reader, and grabbing himself. Oh yes, he's definitely a boy...
And the best part- he looks really healthy. That's all you can ask for with a baby! So I'm thrilled. We're going to have two healthy little boys in our house!
I met with a new doctor- the one I had been seeing got transferred. This one is actually the doctor that delivered Lewis, and he remembered me. Is that a good thing or bad thing? He either thought, "oh yeah, there's that lady with the beautiful little boy", or "oh yeah, there's that crazy nutjob who was a total bitch in the delivery room." I suppose all bitchiness can be excused when you're attempting to give birth to a tiny human who'd rather stay put, but I still felt a little embarassed and wondered if I was so horrible that I stuck in his mind for the past 18 months!
This guy is great, though. He answered all my questions super quick, but didn't give me the feeling that he was rushing me through the appointment. Perfect combo- thorough but fast. I usually hate seeing male doctors for anything, but I actually feel like I can trust this one- after all, he did a great job with LB.
I'm supposed to go drink the glucose crap for the diabetes test. I'm planning on going Monday with a friend of mine, who is actually due the same day I am. Let's hope I can choke it down. That stuff is nasty.
So there you have it. That's the latest on that part of my life.
6/30/09
It's 9am and I want this day over
1. Forgot about my doc appt- need to find last minute sitter.
2. LB is eating the bowl of dog food; Puppy is eating the bowl of Cheerios. Whiskey tango foxtrot??
3. There are two flies that buzz by my head whenever I put the fly swatter down. F*ckers.
4. Friggin sick of the wife drama. Enough already.
5. LB is pissed because I won't let him play with the toilet brush, used fly swatter, or pair of scissors he pulled off the counter.
6. Wishing my son spoke intelligently so I could speak intelligently back. Right now, it's just me saying "no" and a bunch of cuss words flying out my mouth.
7. Feel like a terrible mom for swearing at my toddler.
8. Not sure if we should keep Puppy- he's increasingly aggressive to LB. But LB instigates. And doesn't listen when I say "no" to smacking Puppy in the face or pulling his ears.
9. There's a mosquito colony living in my son's room that I can't find. He wakes up every morning with more bites on him.
10. Have been feeling like I'm treading water during this deployment, but today I feel like I'm drowning. Can't get anything done while LB is awake.
11. Fighting pregnancy sniffles. I've gone through boxes of tissues. Not sure if it's actually allergies, but I don't think allergies cause nosebleeds.
12. Wish Puppy would stop sticking his wet nose all over me. Dog slobber = gross.
13. I don't know, and don't care to know, random people that may be related to me genetically in the slightest. Stop friend-requesting me, sending me messages, writing on my wall, etc. I'd shut down my facebook, but I don't want to. I may just end up blocking those people- I have no problem taking people off that interfere with my normal life. Yes, it was nice to know my "roots", but I'm done. Please take the hint when I don't talk to you, or respond to you!! And don't even think about friend-requesting my husband and other relatives again.
14. I wish Puppy would stop looking at me with this dejected look in his eyes when I give LB a cookie or something. I don't friggin starve the dog- he has food. He gets treats. They're just not people-food treats. Get over it, Puppy, it's never gonna happen, so quit your begging!
The good news: ultrasound today which means pictures possibly, installed and set up my printer to work wirelessly and felt like Bill Gates, and only 11 more weeks until baby #2 is born.
2. LB is eating the bowl of dog food; Puppy is eating the bowl of Cheerios. Whiskey tango foxtrot??
3. There are two flies that buzz by my head whenever I put the fly swatter down. F*ckers.
4. Friggin sick of the wife drama. Enough already.
5. LB is pissed because I won't let him play with the toilet brush, used fly swatter, or pair of scissors he pulled off the counter.
6. Wishing my son spoke intelligently so I could speak intelligently back. Right now, it's just me saying "no" and a bunch of cuss words flying out my mouth.
7. Feel like a terrible mom for swearing at my toddler.
8. Not sure if we should keep Puppy- he's increasingly aggressive to LB. But LB instigates. And doesn't listen when I say "no" to smacking Puppy in the face or pulling his ears.
9. There's a mosquito colony living in my son's room that I can't find. He wakes up every morning with more bites on him.
10. Have been feeling like I'm treading water during this deployment, but today I feel like I'm drowning. Can't get anything done while LB is awake.
11. Fighting pregnancy sniffles. I've gone through boxes of tissues. Not sure if it's actually allergies, but I don't think allergies cause nosebleeds.
12. Wish Puppy would stop sticking his wet nose all over me. Dog slobber = gross.
13. I don't know, and don't care to know, random people that may be related to me genetically in the slightest. Stop friend-requesting me, sending me messages, writing on my wall, etc. I'd shut down my facebook, but I don't want to. I may just end up blocking those people- I have no problem taking people off that interfere with my normal life. Yes, it was nice to know my "roots", but I'm done. Please take the hint when I don't talk to you, or respond to you!! And don't even think about friend-requesting my husband and other relatives again.
14. I wish Puppy would stop looking at me with this dejected look in his eyes when I give LB a cookie or something. I don't friggin starve the dog- he has food. He gets treats. They're just not people-food treats. Get over it, Puppy, it's never gonna happen, so quit your begging!
The good news: ultrasound today which means pictures possibly, installed and set up my printer to work wirelessly and felt like Bill Gates, and only 11 more weeks until baby #2 is born.
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