31 Weeks

Hotness

This is my elephant ankle. I'm so hot.

Updates

Had another doctor's appointment this morning. I've gained another pound, BP was great, and baby was measuring perfectly. His heartrate was also good. So far, so good. I asked my doctor at what point I should start worrying that he's laying sideways instead of head-down, and she said, "When you're in labor." Oh. Okay. I always thought that if he wasn't "in position" by a certain point, it wasn't going to change. But that gives me one less thing to worry about.

Overall, I'm feeling pretty good. I have a LOT of groin pain, which my doc attributed to ligaments and tendons and muscles and stuff under my uterus. All I know is that it feels like I got kicked in the crotch. It makes me walk funny but, dude, it hurts! I'm also having more trouble sleeping some nights. It's not that his kicking is necessarily keeping me awake, although sometimes it IS his fault, it's that I just can't get comfortable or the right temperature. Last night I woke up around 3:00 and was up until I took a one hour nap at 6:00. Good times. It hasn't hit me yet, but I know by the time I get home I'll be exhausted. I hope Chris isn't expecting a nice, homecooked dinner. Ha! Who am I kidding??? When's the last time THAT happened??

And last, but not least, I want to thank Ali for taking me from this:

To this (yes, I know I have a weird look on my face):

She totally covered my grays and gave me some great highlights, and now I feel like a new woman!

Oy

My online friends are fighting. There are names being called and accusations made and it's making me sad. I love my girls that are standing up for what they believe is right. I just wish it wasn't so ugly.

The Libra in me wants to see everyone's side and make everyone get along. But I don't want to get involved. I don't like to stir the pot, so to speak. Does that make me a coward for not sticking up for my friends, even though they are tough ladies that can handle themselves better than I could? Should I be joining in? And am I a bad friend for not doing so?

30 Weeks

Poor Guy

I have a sick husband. I hear women complain all the time about how big of a baby their husband is when they're sick. I can't relate. Chris doesn't complain (much). I think I baby him more than anything. I just hate that he doesn't feel good. And he doesn't want to take time off work to get better because that takes away from the time he can spend with me and the Turkey in November/December. He's amazing.

Pics and stuff from this past weekend to come. I've been lazy.

29 Weeks

Too cute

My little guy woke himself up this morning. Chris left for work and I was laying there trying to fall back asleep and started feeling really fast, rhythmic taps. I figured he had some hiccups and they usually go away pretty quickly. I don't think I've ever counted more than 10 or so. I got to 20 and then felt him stirring in there and then all bets were off. He was pissed! Poor guy woke himself up and therefore Momma had to stay awake too. It was so cute.

Oprah

I really shouldn't watch Oprah while pregnant. Did y'all see yesterday's show when Lisa Marie sang In the Ghetto with Elvis footage? Oh, man. Tears and more tears. It was so moving.

I'm thinking I probably can't watch today's show since I know it's about the children left behind after 9/11. This day is hard enough for me.

Damn hormones.

Doctor's Appointment

I passed (barely) my 3 hour GD test!!

BP was good. Slightly elevated, but nothing to worry about. Another 2 pounds gained. Got some nice pitting edema rockin' on my ankles. That's about it.

Mmmm!

Lean Cuisine Sesame Chicken = DELICIOUSNESS!

That's all.

The best way to get a girl's heart racing in the morning?

Make sure she's home alone and in the shower. Then, cut the electricity to her neighborhood.

All done!

The three hour glucose hell is over.

I was going to live blog the event, being as it's so darn exciting, but the wireless internet at my doc's office was crap and I couldn't get on.

The drink this time was worse than the one hour drink. It had twice the glucose. Yuck. But I choked it down and chased it with some water a few minutes later. Every hour, on the hour, I went back and got stabbed. Four times in one morning is just way too much for anyone to handle. It sucked. And I was hungry! I only really felt ill for about a half hour in the middle, but was fine the rest of the time, thankfully.

In other news...

Chris' softball team won their championship last night! Woot!!

Please send out get well vibes to both of my grandmas. They need 'em.

I got an award

She's crazy for thinking this, but Girl gave me a Nice Matters Award! She's the best!!

And now, I shall pass it on to Andria, Erika, and Heather even though she doesn't update her blog anymore.

4D Pics Revisited

We had our redo this morning since the Turkey didn't cooperate last time. He wasn't so good this time either, but behaved himself enough in the last five minutes to get a few good pics. Here are two of my favorites:


Good thing we already know he's a boy with his legs crossed like that!

Oh, and I got a shot in my butt today, too. That was fun.

Rooster!

Canape's having a little rooster...so excited!!

28 Weeks

After Chris took this first one, all he could say was, "Whoa." I look huge (but in a good way)! I probably should have put on some makeup and fixed my hair. Whatever.



Yes, I know my pants are unbuttoned. They don't fit otherwise. And they're maternity!

Oh, the irony...

After buying an enormous bucket of cookie dough this weekend, I found out this morning that I failed my gestational diabetes one hour test. I have to go back on Friday for the three hour test. Boo.

Get some Kleenex...

A friend on my mom's board posted this and it just touched me so much that I had to post it.

Forget Diapers and Baby Wipes

The best part about joining BJ's? 84 ounces of cookie dough goodness!

And to show you just how big that bucket of dough is, here it is next to a normal bottle of Tylenol:

Now let's just hope I pass that gestational diabetes test....

And, yes, our kitchen is THAT small.