13w1d

Time for pictures I suppose...
I keep getting phone calls asking for them, so I figure I'll post a couple on here so you can see my progression in just the past couple of weeks.

This one was taken when I was 10 weeks along... you have to take into consideration that I had pudge to begin with, we all know I am a curvy girl and that's no secret, so this is pretty much me and not baby I am absolutely sure.















So fast forward to now... three weeks later. The babe has definitely moved up into my abdomen, methinks.



















Patrick's in for quite the surprise when he sees me. Its the curse of the 4'11 girl with basically NO length in the torso area... My friend Trina is the same way and she is a boat now (and I say boat so very lovingly, I know I will be there someday)... every week when I see new pictures of her (we have the same belly book so she takes a picture every week to put in it as well) I get chills. She has 8 weeks to go and I honestly don't know how she functions-or gets around without tipping over.


As for the bout of sick I had last night, I fear its not over. I haven't been sick again since, but I just have that feeling. A girl I know told me that she was miserable and threw up all second trimester of both her pregnancies... gooooodie... I thought I was out of the woods!

13w

(and I say 13w because yes, it is after midnight, but I haven't gone to sleep yet... which the going to sleep and getting up constitutes the new day in my mind.)

Wow. So interesting story. For some reason, at 1am on the last week of my first trimester, out of nowhere, I threw up.

Funny thing is-I never throw up, ever, so this is kind of odd for me.
Last time I threw up was when I randomly had the flu this past January... and then I only really knew I was sick because I was heaving everything.
Before that, my last throwing up happened in the fall when I was having my gallbladder attacks and couldn't even so much as keep water down.
But still I'm not quite worried... I don't think?

I didn't do anything out of the ordinary today. I ate things I have eaten a million times before, and it was nothing that would even have the possibility of having food poisoning or something like that. I ate dinner (ravioli) at like 6 or 7 tonight, and have been hanging out since. Then I went and tried to go to bed... but of course my awesome bodily intuition (really, I'm thankful for it, and so is my quilt and down comforter) said hey lady, you're going to throw up. And I really only barely made it around the corner and into the bathroom. But there wasn't much... really just dry heaves and stomach acid and oh, my prenatal pill. (Which has never ever made me sick before either)

Note to self: waiting to make Patrick clean the manly part of the toilet because he was lazy and didn't do it before he left TOTALLY backfired.

So I don't know what's going on. I don't know why it would be "morning sickness" because I am this far in and nothing so far as got me close to throwing up before. Patrick said that I might be just a late bloomer... I told him to shut it.

It's just a bummer... I'm so tired... but I can still feel another one just looming there, just waiting for me to climb back up into bed again (which is a feat because the mattress goes up higher than my waist, this will be interesting when I am at whale status) and then have to go running again.

It might just be an interesting night...

12w4d

When I was lying on my belly (on the couch) today...

Did I feel little one moving around, or was that just my mind playing games?

12w2d

This is hilarious, I stumbled upon it earlier. Please... whoever you are, reading this... take it, and for my amusement tell me what you get!

Apparently the internet can tell you if you are pregnant or not... the first time I took it it told me that I am not, and the second time it told me I am pregnant with a 15 pounder, the daddy being Pee Wee Herman.

http://thepregnancytester.com/


In other news... I am craving jordan almonds like woah!

11w4d

Guess what!!

We're UNDER 200 days till the baby comes!

(Or should I say... the baby BETTER not dare come more than 199 days from now... HAHA!)

WOOHOO!

11w2d

Dear Target,

My favorite store in the universe-usually you never disappoint me. However, today I was devastated to discover your lame excuse for a maternity section. Online, of course, you have a lovely selection... but when I went to look at swimsuits there were NONE-and when I was looking for the completely adorable red shirt I wanted to nab and put away of course you had maybe two choices... neither of them being said red shirt. Which I would really like to try on, not just guess and buy. What gives? Today will go down in history as the day you let me down.

And Jacksonville, dear Jacksonville...

You'd think that with 60% of the town's female population being pregnant at any given time (seriously, people) you'd have a maternity store. Just one at least. But no! So now, if I don't want to wait for my swimsuit to be SHIPPED on May 12th or later I have to go to Wilmington for my goods. Do you not realize that NOW is beach weather, not post-May 12th?! This is madness. Too bad I won't get some kind of coupon or discount for having to drive so far.




In good news... I bought a baby name book today!

11w

Well I think the sweet pregnancy hormones have kicked in today... in the form of grumpiness and annoyance.

First of all, my body is starting to revolt against Spaghettios. It used to be that, if I NEEDED to eat and couldn't get anything else down, that was my staple. It was all I could do to choke down a bowl of them tonight... and actually I didn't finish it all.

And then there is my lovely husband. I love him very very much... just remember that.

I called him this afternoon to wake him up (he gets up at 430 our time) ...he was SUCH a grump so after he retorted some smart remark about I don't even remember what, I told him to just go work out, get ready, and eat dinner... and to call when he was ready to be nice. That ended that.

So time passes by, and passes and passes... then it gets to be almost 8 our time (I thought he was continuing to pout and I wasn't about to call when he would have just still been grumpy) and he finally calls... he JUST WOKE UP. He slept three more hours. So that means no gym and he has to bust to get ready, get to dinner, and get to work... no talking to his little wife over here who was very cranky in the first place. He said he didn't feel good, and he hadn't been feeling good... well this just set me off.

First of all, he refuses to ever take medicine... ever. So it's just going to get worse and worse. If he would have taken medicine when he first felt bad, chances are he might have caught it before it did anything. His buddy at work came down with bronchitis out there, and I TOLD him, like two or three nights ago, that he better be sucking down the juice because he can't get sick...

And then there is the part where yes he's sick, so he's just going to sleep all day, and sorry maybe I'll talk to you tomorrow honey... what, does he think I am sitting in a field of daisies back here? For the past month or more I've been nauseous every day, hardly been able to choke food down, exhausted as can be... but yet today when I was reeeeally wanting a nap I stayed up so I could be sure to be awake when it was time to call and wake him. Because little does he understand, talking to him is the light of my miserable excuse of an existence right now... so today has been completely pointless. I wish I could sleep through the next two weeks, because then hopefully my body will somewhat have adjusted and Patrick will be back so at least I will have someone to cook and clean after. He just doesn't get it.

He's going to be in for a rude awakening when I get a moody day AND I have a huge belly to tote around and a child playing games with my organs.