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Monthly Archives: November 2012

 

Yea, do you see that belly? That LOW baby girl? Seriously. We had an ultrasound yesterday and her head is SO low that we couldn’t even see her face. We just got a nice chin and lip shot… sweet.

What does this mean? No freaking clue… except it explains a lot! I feel like baby girl is knocking on my nether-regions door.

 

 

Just give us a few more weeks! You still have some  cooking to do, baby girl. ❤

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For real? “Large”? As opposed to what!?

I feel massive. Huge. Gigantic. Like an OOMPA LOOMPA from ‘Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory”… except much less orange.

Baby girl is painful and, quite frankly, far too big for my frame. I can handle six more weeks, right? Right!?


How Far Along: 32 weeks!

Gender: Girl

Symptoms: Tired, tired, tired.

Energy Level: A 3… maybe a 4. Ugh!

Mood: Not too shabby. I get pretty irritable when she hurts me, though… or what I just hurt in general.

Cravings: None at the moment.

Food Aversions: None at the moment.

Sleep: It hasn’t been happening lately BUT Greg bought me a pre-natal massage for my birthday and after I had that (Saturday), I have been sleeping SO much better! Hint, hint, honey!

Best Moment This Week: Watching a friend get married.

What I’m Thankful For This Week: The fact that I only have TWO months left of my pregnancy!

Funny Story Of This Week: Greg plays in a bowling league and last night I decided to join him (mostly to see some friends who had been MIA for awhile). Baby girl had never been exposed to the loud raucous that is a bowling alley and, let me tell you, she HATED it! This baby beat the crap out of me. Really.

Weirdest Pregnancy Dream Of This Week: It was awful. We were living in a type of “Matrix” world and, apparently, I was illegally pregnant. The matrix/government/ninja (yes, ninja) people were trying to take the baby from me. Spaceships, hover-cars, and GIANT pick-up trucks were present.

How Has My Body Changed This Week: That dark line on my belly is freakishly longer than it was yesterday, I swear! My bellybuttom is also looking like a type of tail…


Yea, I just made an immigration joke. People, there is an ALIEN inside me, O.K.!? I know this alien at least has female parts so I can affectionately call her a “she” but GOOD ALL-THAT-IS-HOLY, my stomach is rolling, jerking, and contorting way too much! My students are even freaked.

Lately, I have been thinking about all the things I have ever said about being a mom… mainly, all the things I have said I will “never” do. Listen, this she-alien isn’t even born yet and I’m already taking back 95% of everything I’ve ever said I would not do. I suppose that makes me an Indian Giver but let’s be realistic… this she-alien is definitely NOT getting a green card. AKA she’s mine forever.

Dumb things I swore I would never do:

1. Drink caffeine while pregnant.

2. Continue my crazy exercise regime (because, let’s face it, I’m going to be “healing” for a good many weeks and then when will I have time to work out?! While I’m teaching? Or better yet, while I’m pumping my breasts dry?).

3. Make my husband run to the grocery store to find those damn foods I’m craving. And then driving to another grocery store when he fails on his mission.

4. Tell my OB, “Yes, I am most certainly considering an epidural.” (That’s my favorite)

Dumb things I swore I would never do that I’m now doing/will do:

1. Drink caffeine while pregnant.

2. Continue my crazy exercise regime (because, let’s face it, I’m going to be “healing” for a good many weeks and then when will I have time to work out?! While I’m teaching? Or better yet, while I’m pumping my breasts dry?).

3. Make my husband run to the grocery store to find those damn foods I’m craving. And then driving to another grocery store when he fails on his mission.

4. Tell my OB, “Yes, I am most certainly considering an epidural.” (That’s my favorite)

That looks like the same list. Oops. Love you, mean it, baby! Even if you are an alien.



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