Sunday, June 28, 2009

20...almost 21 weeks!!

So I've been told that I need to put an update of what my prego belly looks like...so here you go!





BABY OF STEEL!!!!
He likes to let me know how strong he is by kicking me...ALL the time!


Friday, June 26, 2009

*ouch*

I don't know what's happening to me!!
(oh yeah...pregnancy...)

I woke up this morning and to my horrific surprise I couldn't move!!!

Well, technically I could, but it was difficult.

My back feels like I broke it two and sewed it together again...I can't sit straight, and there's a constant ache in the lower part of my back. It's not like I slept in a funny position or slept on nails last night, so I don't know what the deal is!!! I feel like an old hag. IT HURTS!!

I want one of the body pillow things...I heard it helps with pregnant sleeping ladies. Anyone know where to find one?

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Halfway

I can't believe I made it.

I'm 20 weeks prego.

Halfway.

In another 20 weeks I'll be holding the little guy.

It went by so fast.

I'm going to be a mom.

Jeff's going to be a DAD.

Crazy.

But we're crazy excited!

No stretch marks yet...

...on my tummy, that is...

No more morning sickness!

THANK GOODNESS!!

Now I just eat like crazy.

Hope I don't gain too much weight...

Little baby boy is moving like crazy.

I think he thinks I'm a jungle gym.

He's bouncing and doing somersaults all the time.

Sometimes it takes me by surprise...

...and I freak out a little bit...

But I love it.

And I love him.

We're going to have the cutest baby ever.

As long as he doesn't come out with Jeff's nose.

Just kidding, Jeff.

I love your nose.

:)

One day I'll get to meet my little boy...

And we're so happy.

Monday, June 15, 2009

The Little Alien

So it's almost been a week, but better late than never...

IT'S A BOY!!!!

We had the ultrasound last week on June 9, and it was an awesome experience. The best part was probably when Jeff found out it was a boy--his face exploded with excitement and he said, THAT'S RIGHT BABY!!! ...and then confessed, Deep down I really wanted a boy.

Yeah. NO DUH.

(Techincally he had me fooled because I honestly thought he wanted a girl...but come on now...it's JEFF. The sports nut. The manly man's man. Yeah.)

I didn't get to see the monitor at first when the technician was measuring everything and Jeff looked so confused...when I finally did get to see him, he was beautiful :) No worries!

Sorry, no pictures.

Well, maybe later when I'm not so lazy and can scan them onto my computer.

And in other news, I finally felt him yesterday morning while I was laying in bed right after I woke up (so I know it wasn't gas or something)
I wasn't sure if it was the baby, so I started rubbing my abdomen and he did a somersault or something because I saw my stomach move!!! IT'S ALIVE!! It was so different and exciting! I made Jeff put his hand on my tummy to see if he could feel it too...
AND HE DID!!

It was awesome.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

wANt FoOd...

So I'm at home, sitting on the couch, when my stomach starts yelling at me...oh, right, I should probably eat. Someone is hungry. So I mosey on over to the kitchen to wrangle me some lunch...and I'm thinking about what we might have in the pantry...or the freezer...or the fridge...and then I remember that my lovely husband bought me some Spaghetti-O's the night before!!!! Sah-weet! I know that some people may not be so fond of this delicacy, but it has sentimental value for me. (Plus I'm pregnant so I have weird cravings...okay??)

SIDE NOTE: I'm pretty sure everyone's mom made them some kind of special lunch or treat growing up...something that not everyone else was familiar with, whether that was peanut butter sandwiches with bananas or, in my case, Spaghetti-O's with buttered toast)

ANYWAY, I'm SO excited to have my Spaghetti-O's and toast! I whip out 2 pieces of bread, the toaster, butter, a plate for my toast, a bowl for my Spaghetti-O's, utensils, and finally THE CAN. I have it all set out and ready to go...the first step is to open THE CAN. So I rummage around looking for our can opener, because unfortunately THE CAN doesn't come with that convenient little tab you can just pull up and ::VOILA:: it's open. No. THE CAN has to be difficult. So I'm looking for our dang can opener when I remember that it was a piece of crap. And because my lovely husband doesn't have any tolerance for unuseful tools, he threw it out. As in the garbage. As in I no longer have a way to open THE CAN. Cringe...my stomach growls. I WANT MY SPAGHTTI-O'S AND TOAST! That's what I want, that's what I have out, and so that's what I'm eating.

Being the ingenious, starving, pregnant lady I am, I resorted back to my caveman roots and opened THE CAN my way.

Tools: A hammer, a nail, and some wire cutters.




Thank you. Thank you very much. It tasted fantastic. And no, I did not get any shrapnel in my Spaghetti-O's.

Unfortunately though, later that night when my dad came over I was severely mocked when I related my caveman experience. My dad picked up the pocket knife from off my kitchen table and so kindly explained the use of a can opener.
Great.