Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Little mister or little miss?



We learned the good news yesterday!

She's a squirmy little one and measures in at a little over 17 weeks.

Due date February 5, 2013

I am beeeeeyond excited.


Also, notice how that sweet head is situated directly on my bladder (the black space it wears like a hat). 

That is why the bathroom and I are such good friends right now.

And why my knuckles are drying out due to over-washing.

However, 

WE COULDN'T BE MORE THRILLED.


Update on the baybee

(yes, that is how I usually pronounce it...except I draw the "ayyyy" and "eeee" out for much longer)

I'm fully into my second trimester now at 17 weeks, so here is a quick update for posterity (and your info, if you care to know):

  • The earlier post about the potty trips waning at the beginning of this trimester jinxed me. They say that the frequency of needing to pee decreases with the conclusion of the first trimester, but I go now more than I EVER HAVE BEFORE. I suppose that is due to the arrangement of my inner organs and the pressure on my bladder, but MAN. I go a lot.
  • I feel pregnant. I like it.
  • A friend of mine lent me a bunch of maternity clothes last week, which has made this month feel like Christmas. Or like the best school shopping of all time (as in, I spent no money AND didn't have to go shopping...win!). I feel cuter than I ever have in my life. I'm so glad it all fits.
  • I think maternity pants should be normal people pants. It's like wearing jammies all day long. And I feel like the upper part would smooth out my chubby rolls.
  • This baby is made out of potatoes.
  • I think I am feeling the baby move, but it is never at a time when I am concentrating on it, so I feel like I can't be sure. It's always while I'm in the middle of something that I feel something super slight and I suddenly am like, "Oh my heck, was that it??". But of course by then the feeling has vanished. Sneaky baby.

Friday, August 24, 2012

"My pleasure!"

There are days when I can eat according to my fancy, but most days.....oh, most days.

Most days Baby dictates the moves I make. And when Baby says, "Get me some Chick-fil-a," it is super hard to tell it no.

Tuesday was one of those days (or was it Monday? Can't be sure...Baby has a hold on that as well). So after much persuasion, pleading, and downright begging, I convinced Darren that we needed to make a Chick-fil-a run.  While we were at it we could go ahead and take care of the Wal-Mart run we also needed to make. We're efficient like that.

So we make our order and proceed as usual through the drive-thru toward the pick-up window.  At the window they hand us our goodies and ask if we want any ketchup or sauce, after which I instruct Darren to ask for Chick-fil-a sauce (YUM) and ranch sauce.

She tried to hand him one of each.

I snickered.  Darren hesitated while staring at her outstretched hands.

(Word to the wise: never hand a couple of fatties....AKA people who like to eat...such a meager amount of sauce)

He takes the sauce from her and says, "Can we get a few more? My wife is pregnant and really hormonal and really wants the stuff."  (Hey, I'll take one for the team if it means we get a lot of sauce....)

She again hands him one of each and turns away, like that is the end our interaction.

(Quick math: Two adults, two orders of fries, two sandwiches.....4 total packets of sauce. Um. Never.)

I snickered again.

Then Darren says through his own smirk--not under his breath, mind you-- "Okay, I guess we're being stingy today..." and puts the truck in gear to leave.

That was when the sweet girl finally woke up. "Oh, did you guys want more?"

Um, yes. As a matter of fact we DO.

So she scooped us up a double handful and sent us off with the typical courtesy of "My pleasure!"

I'll bet it was.

We laughed for about 10 minutes about his accidentally heard stingy comment because it was totally rude, but he totally got away with it. And it totally got us the right amount of sauce.


Sunday, August 12, 2012

Parasitic Posterity Pooch

Now that my bump is finally shaping up in a way that makes me look less chubby and more pregnant (finally!), I thought a picture to commemorate the pooch would be appropriate. Typically i'm on a strict every 4th week picture-taking routine, but I wanted to capture the "moment".

I love that little bump already!

14.5 weeks


Saturday, August 11, 2012

Marriage

Noun; The state in which a wife learns that it is all too possible to love her husband with all of her heart while desiring to choke his neck with all of her hands.

See also: Perplexing