Consider yourself forewarned. This is almost all about pregnancy and baby crap.
1. I think that being knocked up is simultaneously more of a big deal and less of a big deal than I thought it would be. Sometimes I'm all "whatev" and feel completely normal and even forget that I'm pregnant. Other times I wonder how this lung-crushing, sleep-destroying fetus is going to make his way out of me, and one of two things happens: either my eyes get really big and then I just change the subject and eat a grilled cheese, or I cry. Going to have to face that reality soon, I suppose.
2. Nursery is nearing completion. We've got a crib, shelves, curtains that are no longer strangulation hazards (at least I don't think they are), and things are slowly coming together. I can't wait to show it to you!
3. So, I currently weigh three pounds more than I did at my first doctor's appointment in August, which I think is a huge giant accomplishment (granted, I was 8 weeks pregnant at that appointment and had spent the month before that inhaling grilled cheese sandwiches and orange juice, so I may have actually gained more weight since actually becoming with child, but I don't know because we don't own a scale). It's good for me not to gain too much weight because I started from a place of way too fat. Remember Operation: Skinny Unicorn? Yeah, that was a bust, or, rather, it devolved into Operation: Drink as Much Wine and as Many Margaritas as Possible before You Can't Anymore, which may have resulted in some additional poundage. I have a secret goal to use this whole baby-growing process as a way to lose weight. We'll see. Come spring, my body will be torn to shreds, but I'll be skinnier, dammit!
4. I already talked about my hypocrisy with 4-d ultrasound photos. I've taken it a step farther, though, by analyzing the crap out of that picture. Do you think the baby looks like Jordan? Or am I just bananas?
5. Is this is best baby shower invite you've ever seen in your life or what? Also, how do you feel about a Teen Mom theme for a baby shower? You know, Ed Hardy clothes and candy cigarettes? Nevermind, that's a terrible idea.
6. I had a dream last night that I shaved my legs. Ha! Yeah, like that would happen. Plus, I'm not sure that I could even do that anymore.
7. Oh yeah, totes gave my stomach bug plague to Matt, who in turn gave me his cold. We're not usually such a sickly bunch, and it's been a little bit on the miserable side (except for the popsicles!). We just keep telling ourselves, "better now than in a few months."
Well, there you have it. I would take a little "here's how fat I am now" picture for you, but I'm covered in dirt and dressed like a cross between one of those people on those "customers of Wal-Mart" email forwards and Pete from O Brother, Where Art Thou?. (Too bad I can't r-u-n-n-o-f-t since I can hardly get off of the couch. Stupid limited mobility.) I've got big plans for today. They include George Clooney, a shower, probably a spicy chicken sandwich, and some Downton Abbey.
What are you up to?
1. I think that being knocked up is simultaneously more of a big deal and less of a big deal than I thought it would be. Sometimes I'm all "whatev" and feel completely normal and even forget that I'm pregnant. Other times I wonder how this lung-crushing, sleep-destroying fetus is going to make his way out of me, and one of two things happens: either my eyes get really big and then I just change the subject and eat a grilled cheese, or I cry. Going to have to face that reality soon, I suppose.
2. Nursery is nearing completion. We've got a crib, shelves, curtains that are no longer strangulation hazards (at least I don't think they are), and things are slowly coming together. I can't wait to show it to you!
3. So, I currently weigh three pounds more than I did at my first doctor's appointment in August, which I think is a huge giant accomplishment (granted, I was 8 weeks pregnant at that appointment and had spent the month before that inhaling grilled cheese sandwiches and orange juice, so I may have actually gained more weight since actually becoming with child, but I don't know because we don't own a scale). It's good for me not to gain too much weight because I started from a place of way too fat. Remember Operation: Skinny Unicorn? Yeah, that was a bust, or, rather, it devolved into Operation: Drink as Much Wine and as Many Margaritas as Possible before You Can't Anymore, which may have resulted in some additional poundage. I have a secret goal to use this whole baby-growing process as a way to lose weight. We'll see. Come spring, my body will be torn to shreds, but I'll be skinnier, dammit!
4. I already talked about my hypocrisy with 4-d ultrasound photos. I've taken it a step farther, though, by analyzing the crap out of that picture. Do you think the baby looks like Jordan? Or am I just bananas?
6. I had a dream last night that I shaved my legs. Ha! Yeah, like that would happen. Plus, I'm not sure that I could even do that anymore.
7. Oh yeah, totes gave my stomach bug plague to Matt, who in turn gave me his cold. We're not usually such a sickly bunch, and it's been a little bit on the miserable side (except for the popsicles!). We just keep telling ourselves, "better now than in a few months."
Well, there you have it. I would take a little "here's how fat I am now" picture for you, but I'm covered in dirt and dressed like a cross between one of those people on those "customers of Wal-Mart" email forwards and Pete from O Brother, Where Art Thou?. (Too bad I can't r-u-n-n-o-f-t since I can hardly get off of the couch. Stupid limited mobility.) I've got big plans for today. They include George Clooney, a shower, probably a spicy chicken sandwich, and some Downton Abbey.
What are you up to?
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