PSAs

To the general public:


It is never ok to tell a pregnant woman it's time to buy some new clothes. NEVER!




She is well aware of the fact.


To husbands:


It is never ok to exclaim "You look super preggo" to your wife.

Baby Bump

Last night, I had nothing planned, so I used the time to do a ton of laundry and start setting up the baby's room.


I had to take a break from all the activities because my stomach was getting in the way and was starting to hurt from all the bending and picking up I was doing...

The beginning of the end?

Nah, nothing that ominous.


I just want to report that we officially started to turn the office/guest bedroom into the nursery/guest bedroom!


A full week and a half ahead of schedule!


There's real noticeable change, but we did move our bed in the master bedroom to accommodate the desk which will be relocating from the office to our bedroom and moved a filing cabinet out of the master into the living room.  The hubster has started to pack up my desktop computer (it will not be relocating to the master bedroom because come on, when will I have time to use it once the baby comes!


So more boxes have come into the house with the intent of moving them back out of the house.  It's a mess of cables and electronics right now, but it's progress!


Hopefully, the hubster will continue his efforts while I'm at my game tonight.  I can't wait to assemble the crib, more to see if it will all fit and if there's room for a changing table.

My Own Personal Hell

Today I discovered what my own personal hell would be like if hell existed.


Being perpetually hungry, yet unable to eat because there is not enough room for food in your stomach.


Hi baby, can you make some room in there?  Kk, thanks, love you, buh bye.

Cruise Control

I admit I've been on baby cruise control for the majority of the pregnancy.  Aside from the one stint where I researched the best of everything when putting together my baby shower registry, I've been pretty ignorant of the whole pregnancy process.


I take my vitamins, I go to my doctor's appointments, I try to watch what I eat and I try to exercise.  That's it.


I have this sneaking suspicion that after the baby comes and if anything goes wrong, I'll be overcome with mom guilt for not doing everything I possibly could while she was developing in the womb.


Yesterday's doctor's appointment involved the gestational diabetes test.  The doctor didn't make a big deal about it at the previous appointment and just recommended not eating such a big meal before the test.  Ok, I can do that!  Then I start googling about it and I get freaked out.


Apparently, you don't want to fail this test and some recommend fasting and not eating any sugar or carbs prior to the test.  I quickly glanced inside my lunchbox to see what I had packed:


Salad with grilled chicken breast
Bananas
Strawberries
Clementines
Cheez-its
Fruit Snacks
Chocolate chip cookies
Dark Chocolate granola bar


Quick scan of my snack drawer reveals:


Life saver mints
Lindt Dark Chocolate truffles
Honey roasted peanuts
Omega Trail Mix
Mixed nuts


As you can see 90% of my food is on the no-no list.  I didn't eat a lot of my snacks. I did cave in and ate a clementine.  Test be damned, I'm not starving myself.


I subsequently passed, but am I doing a disservice to my baby by not properly preparing?


We got a packet from the doctor about going in to labor and this is all new to me.  I've read through the packet, but none of it wants to stick.  I can't say it's because I still have three months to do.  I research the shit out of vacations months and months in advance.  Why not for baby?


I hope the urge to know what's going to happen when this baby wants out and all the options I'll be presented with will come soon.  But for now, I just want to sleep.

We're having...

Photo credit: Kristina Roskos

It's a girl!!

On a side note, we aren't royals like Kate and Will, but I think our little Whistler photo shoot is on par with theirs in the Alps. Totally the same!

Baby Kicks

I've gotten really good at predicting when the baby will kick.  My stomach gets really hard right before a bout of kicking.  It's like the baby is  curling up into a really tight ball to store some potential energy and then just stretches out in my uterus to deliver a really hard kick or punch.


It does kinda feel like my entire stomach is about to cramp up, so my gut reaction is to start massaging my belly.


So far it's been a good predictor.

Mommy, Hubster, and Baby Venn Diagram

I pull the mommy and baby card all the time with the hubster.  Every time I can and the hubster tries to rebuff me at times.  He likes to think that things that affect me don't necessarily affect the baby.  Obviously, I think that is wrong.  I've illustrated in a Venn Diagram.

You can see the baby is entirely in the "Mommy" circle.  Duh!


The hubster likes to see it this way.

That 10% of the baby is him.  Negs!  No way!  He is completely removed.  Maybe half of the genetic material is his, but right now, the baby is all mine.

I'm an asshole

Not sure if it's the pregnancy or my own natural assholed-ness, but I just saw a post on Facebook about a lacrosse organization donating a set of lacrosse sticks to a middle school program and do you know what I thought?


Too bad they are all illegal!


NOTE: I have no idea if they are or are not legal, but after my game last night, that's all I can think.


I'm a snarky bitch.