Belly and Jeans

So I finally caved and bought me some maternity jeans. Can I just say, love 'em! Once they went on they had me wrapped around their stretchy waistband and I was theirs. I feel so much better now and they're really cute to boot! These pics are me at exactly 18 weeks. I am also proudly sporting a new maternity top, sparkly flats and freshly highlited hair! I feel like a new woman. Also in good news, we will be finding out what our lil bun is on the 10th! I thought I was gonna have to wait til the 18th, so this is so much better! So go ahead and make a guess what you think is growing in me, boy or girl (i think boy)?

Vivid Dreams

Ok, so I've had a bunch since being pregs, but they are getting wierder and more realistic every night. I've had dreams early on in the preggercy of me taking the baby out of my belly and holding it before putting it back in. I've actually had this dream of my friend megan when she was pregnant w/ her first as well. The only diff between the two, is that her baby was totally normal and mine was literally an alien. It was so creepy! It was so real looking too. I think I pulled it out to find out if it was a boy or a girl and just ended up being horrified by it. Well, fortunately, I haven't had any other creepy dreams about the baby that I can remember. But as of late, I am dreaming something less creepy, but more terrifying...labor. Last night was by far the most realistic and scary one yet. I was in the hospital and they wheeled in the bed and gown for me to get ready to have the baby. James was there in the room w/ me and I looked at him, looked at the bed and gown, and all of a sudden a rush of fear and nausea came over me. I panicked and looked around the room for my mom and realized she wasn't there. I desperately needed her there to help me because I know she's really the only one that can. I threw up and blacked out. That was the end of the dream, simple, not wierd, but oh so real. The feelings I felt were so realistic, that now Im just that much more afraid of the big day. The scariest part for me is, I have no control over this. It's gonna happen, one way or another. I will be awake for the pain, and quite frankly, I just can't handle it. Not just the pain, but the fact that im going to be doing something that I've never done before and have heard nothing but awfulness about it and it involves my innards. My close friends and family know how I feel about messing with innards. They are not to be touched by anything outside of the body. This goes for the baby too. I know it's using my insides as a vessel to grow and thats fine and sweet and I love it, as long as i don't think about it. I know thats a terrible thing to say, but it's how I've always felt. Like if I broke a bone, I would freak out and faint. The idea of knowing something in me has been tampered with and is causing pain on the inside, foriegn pain that shouldn't be happening, if you will, scares the crap out of me. Somebody please tell me its not as bad as it seems. The dread of labor gets worse everyday and Im only 18 wks along! Oh, one comment about the dream last night, it's not that I think James won't be much help or comfort in the delivery room...ok, actually it is. Don't get me wrong, I love him and sometimes the only person in the world I can talk to about emotional stuff is him, but lets be real, when it comes to labor, what does a guy know. That's prolly why I needed my mommy so much. She has been through this and she knows me better than anyone when it comes to my feelings on hospitals, uncertainty and pain and she has a way of calming me and distracting me. All I can say is thank goodness she will be there for this scary, awful, yet most exciting and amazing event. Well, these are my thoughts on the subject, hope I didn't divulge TMI.

Irritable

I have decided that being pregnant can be compared to one condition that most people have experienced...PMS. I say "people" cause lets not lie now, any male who has a mother, sister, wife daughter or has encountered a PMSing woman, has witnessed the rath. I thought one of the perks to preggercy was to skip out on that for 9 months? What a crock. More like PMS on crack mixed with nausea. This has been my deep thought for the day.

Friend!!!

Hi Friend (kim)! I'm so happy to hear from you! I had the best dream about you a couple of weeks ago. I went to your house and you had 3 boys and a girl on the way! I neeeeed to talk to you! Will you email me your contact info? My email is... morganlefay_98002@yahoo.com i miss you!!!!

(Im totally using my blog to communicate in case anyone is really confused by this post right about now)

16 1/2 wks

So here is a recent picture of me at 4 1/2 months along. I wish I would show a lil more. I think people look at my belly in confusion, like is it a baby or is she just a little thick in the middle? Oh well, it could be worse. All in all I think I'm doin pretty good so far in this preggercy as far as weight gain goes. Ima keep my fingers crossed! Hopefully baby won't decide he/she wants fast food anytime soon. Im lovin that it craves relatively healthy food. Keep up the good work stinker!

Bday/Valentines

So I am one of those fortunate people who's Bday falls right around another gift giving holiday (I'm totally being sarcastic by the way; shout out to niece Kaya, auntie Ann will never jipp you on your Bday or Christmas), Valentines Day. Since my Bday's on the 11th, I can usually count on a mixture of the two. But, when you're married to a sweet handsome boy, as I am, this "killing two birds w/ one stone" mentality actually works to my advantage. To put it simply, it has been my Bday since Wednesday w/ the nearest foreseeable end date being next weekend! Thats an entire week and a half of me being a princess! It all started Wednesday night when my handsome rushed home from work and took me to see Coraline. Uh, only my new favoritest movie ever made in the whole world! You see, Weds was my actual bday which didn't really leave a wholelotta room for celebration, but my handsome was determined to take me out on the actual day, even though he made very clear Saturday was going to be the best day ever and my real celebration. Fast forward to Sat, my handsome started off my B/V Day with purple roses, a white choc iced soy latte and bagel toasted w/ extra crea chee! He's smart because he knows this is the way to my heart. I actually cried, but then realized it was hormones and felt retarded, he felt it was hi-larious and weird. Next, I was to get ready and get my pregnant butt in the car. He would never tell me any of my destinations, so it was quite the thrill never knowing what could happen next. First stop? Melrose Ave! The plan was lunch at the uber trendy Urth Cafe (i always crave their greek salad and he knew I'd want it) and then the best, in his words, " you have 2hrs and 15min to go to as many stores and buy as many things as you can. You have no limit in dollars, only time." Now, I know ladies, what the deuce?! But it's is true, I officially heard the words every woman longs to hear from her man. Now, one would think this is no problem, literally shopping till one drops, but it is! I hadn't given any thought to anything that i wanted or needed and lets face it, being 16 wks pregs doesn't get me all excited to buy a cute new outfit or hot pair of jeans, ya know? So after lunch we hit up our first store, Kitson. I didn't love anything except for the new Chloe perfume, so I bought it! We're off to a good start. We walk and walk and go into some random stores before we slowly start to realize that we may not be on the right part of Melrose, the part where every shop imaginable is located. We start seeing a lot of furniture stores and dry cleaners. We start thinking, did this place change, i coulda sworn it was different a couple of weeks ago? Well, at this point we had maybe 45 min till we had dinner reservations and decided to head back to the car. As we drove down the street a few more blocks, all of a sudden, wouldn't you know it, there's the real Melrose! Dang it! So we pulled into Fred Segal, looked around (mostly at baby clothes) and then had to head off to our dinner. James felt so awful that he said we will extend the shop til I drop to next week, when we would come back to the correct Melrose. Sounds good to me! Next, we pulled up to this restaurant, went inside and it was so beautiful. They had a piano in the middle of our room that actually rotated. The pianist sang and played while we chose our fancy courses. After dinner, I still had another surprise in store. We ended up pulling into the Grove parking lot and it was packed. Packed in a gross fat way. Everyone and their mom was there and we had no idea why. Well, it turned out they were all the for the same reason as we where. My last surprise of the day was to see Confessions of a Shopaholic! I secretly knew thats what it would be but got thrown off that we were at the Grove to see it. Well, it ended up being totally sold out! So we went shopping at Nordstroms instead to kill some time before we headed to a different theater, which James had the next showing time to already, in case this one was sold out. Got to the next theater, sold out again. So, my man was feeling real bad at this point. His whole plan was to make me shop like a mad woman and then go see a movie about shopping w/a little fine dining in between. So sweet! No matter to me, cause the next day, I was taken out to lunch once again and then to my movie, which I loved! So now, I still have a day full of shopping comin to me and inspiration from the movie on what to buy. I win! I win! So, that is why this was the best Bday/Vday combo ever and that is why I am married to the greatest person alive! He knows what this hot lil commodity wants and he delivers. Its the gift that just keeps on givin.

My Sweet Baby

This is the most recent picture of the baby. I think it's so adorable! Look at its little footie. I have no idea how it's turned the way it is, but it's totally cute. The baby kept putting its little hands on its ears and was so active, kicking and grabbing at nothing. The US tech said, before we made the appt, that he wouldn't be able to tell us the gender at 15 wks, because at this stage they all look like boys because they have little wieners and if it's a girl the "wiener" will invert in a couple weeks. Needless to say, when we went in he showed me the "wiener" and even though he said it would be there, I can't help but think it's not going to go away. Many of you know, because I have been not so shy with my feelings since before I was ever pregs, that I have desperately been wanting a girl. But after this US, I can say, even though I'd still love a girl, I surprised myself by not being upset that it looked as though it would be a boy. I always thought I'd end up embarrassing myself in front of the doctor by crying from disappointment if I was told it was a boy. But when I saw our sweet baby getting bigger and being so cute, I really didn't care what it was. Seriously, i was just so elated watching him/her be as cute as can be, nothing else mattered. We'll find out in a few weeks what we're having for reals, but as long as it's healthy, that's all that matters. To be honest, I'm actually getting excited for it to be a boy, but we'll just have to wait and see.

14 and a Half wks!

Here they are (sorry for the poor quality, i had hubby take them and let's just say, the man posses many talents, but photography skills are just not one of 'em)! I saw my new OB today and all I have to say bout that is, what a relief. No more Doogie Howser not telling me jack about nothin. Don't get me wrong, he was a sweet kid, but im not about to put the care of my unborn child in the hands of a kid. The baby looked so sweet and so big. I got a quick little shot of its little profile and it was so perfect. Yummy! The pics I got, however, are a little not so good. You can't really make much out, so I'll just wait to post the 3d ones on Saturday. I feel like i look bigger and maybe a lil fatter? oh well, it was bound to happen sometime. I'll tells you what though, time to lay off the creamy lime chicken for a while.

This One's For Miz

Yes Miz, it's true, creamy lime chicken is the only thing i know how to cook still. I mean, naturally, over the years i've added my own lil touches, re modified if you will, but the concept, the basics remain the same. Here's my secret fear, i really dwell on it er'day...what the heck am i gonna do bout feedin my chillins(children)? Im super cereal! I worry and even James has so delicately danced around the subject. I mean, honestly, how long can a kid live off of creamy lime chicken and kraft mac n' chee? I swears, all my good friends (Loni, Siner, Miz, Sister (Melody), Nono and prolly Megan) are domestimicated. I hold you all personally responsible for not teaching me. I know, I know, some of have tried, bless your hearts, but you didn't try hard enough! And now look at me! Knocked up, clueless and fearful of someone calling CPS on me for malnourishing my kids. Oh well, we can only be who we are and we shouldn't change to accommodate others and must remain true to ourselves. Sorry future baby, I am who I am, don't try to change me. And as for you Miz, I hold you personally responsible for not teaching me your freakish chef ways. You had your chance and you blew it! Well, except for teaching me creamy lime chicken of course... best recipe ever!


P.S. I'd like to give a shout out to my mom, i know she'll read this and pitch a fit because she spent half my life trying to teach me to cook and complained to anyone that would listen how i refused to learn. So, sorry moms, you did your best.