Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Goose has been in the oven for 29 weeks!

This past weekend, I went to visit Helen before little Peanut arrived. It was the last weekend I could fly and I wouldn't get to see her again until New Years. She only has 5 weeks to go!

I'm sure my parents are a little overwhelmed with pregnancy talk. It was the topic of conversation for the entire 80 hours that I was home. It was even worse when my friends from college came over on Saturday night for dinner....3 pregos and 3 non-pregos at dinner makes for an interesting conversation, and a large quantity of cupcake consumption!

What happened to the days of the large quantities of wine being consumed at the get-togethers with the Webb's? Or better yet, kegs of beer. The days when dad had to make us all hold hands in a circle and apologize to Dita because she's a damn democrat? The days of turning in our keys so no one would drive, and then wondering how in the hell Betsy ended up on Beale Street? The days of double decker buses and finding an open bed in the neighbors house to sleep in?

Oh yeah, we grew up.

Monday, September 15, 2008

It's official...

I’m pregnant. Not that I haven’t been pregnant for the past 6 months, but now I FEEL pregnant. I’m finally feeling the “joys” of pregnancy, which by the way, is complete bullshit.

I get asked how I feel about 23 times a day. And for the past 6 months, my answer has been “Great! I feel Great!” And I’m 100 percent sincere when I say it, because I did feel great….like hugs and kisses, chocolate cake, and pretty little ponies. NOT ANYMORE. So now when you ask me how I feel, I’m still going to say “GREAT!” Just know that I’m lying. I’d rather not tell you the truth, unless that’s what you really want to hear. And then I’ll tell you this:

I’m in pain. I have a knee or elbow or fist stuck in my upper ribs, right below my boob. And there’s nothing I can do about it. I try to move him but have no luck. It’s now sore to the touch. And my boobs are huge. H.U.G.E. And don’t tell me “just wait until your milk comes in!” I don’t want to hear it. If they get any bigger than they currently are, I’ll die. Literally. Or I’ll ask you to shoot me, and then you’d get in trouble and I’d feel bad. I’m taking prenatal vitamins that taste like I’m swallowing a spoonful of rotten fish, and iron pills that make you constipated...a feeling that I’d only wish on my worst enemy. I’m bleeding from places that you aren’t supposed to bleed from at this age, and I’m swollen in places that aren’t supposed to be swollen, like a little fat girl. I’m too young to have these ailments. I get about 1 hour of decent sleep at a time, and then I’m up with weird pains that you can’t quite describe. Is a baby about to pop out of my belly button, or do I just have to pee? So I get up and pee, AGAIN. Then sleep for another hour, and repeat. Oh, and did I tell you that my back is hurting so bad that I’ve resorted to seeing a strip-mall doctor to realign it? Yep, a fruity little guy in a strip mall with a weird eye.

So, I’ll spare you the earful and just say “GREAT” next time you ask, with a big fat smile on my face and a twinkle in my eye. How’s that for sugarcoating?

Friday, September 5, 2008

It's Friday, and that can only mean one thing....



Fifty five days left
Two hours is a long time
Damn you Steve Wheeler


I’m still on day one
This challenge is for the birds
Makes me want to cuss

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

60 Day Challenge

Last weekend, we went to San Antonio with the Wheelers. And in true Steve fashion, he’s decided to challenge himself by doing something ridiculous for a ridiculous amount of time. He’s even convinced his wife that she needs to join in on the ridiculous fun . And for some reason, Will and I decided to participate. I’m just glad that Steve’s already done with his vegetarian phase. I was not about to challenge myself to that. Every once in awhile, a girl needs a filet…..or a beef burrito from Taco Bell.

Steve is running 2 miles a day for 60 straight days. Tara has given up coffee. Neither one of those sounds like any fun. Will has decided to participate in a physical activity for 2 hours a day. Um, NO THANKS! That just sounds miserable.

So, I’ve decided to quit cussing for 60 days. Now, THAT is what I call a challenge! I figure that with a baby on the way, I should probably cut down on the inappropriate words that somehow just seem to fly out of my mouth. I started the challenge yesterday and made it until 6pm….then all of a sudden, something inappropriate came out, and I followed it up with another inappropriate word because I was so mad at the first inappropriate word. And so, the challenge starts over, and today is Day 1…again. I think I have a long road ahead of me.