Randomness
Does it make me a bad mother to admit that sometimes I forget how pregnant I am? This week I was discussing with my husband the fact that I was 25 weeks pregnant and then I second guessed myself, especially when Jim told me that I was not 25 weeks, but 26. I almost broke out the calendar and counted, but then I remembered that last week I was 24 weeks (or 6 freakin' months) and so this week I am only 25 weeks. I am already having mini convulsions over the fact that I am closer to having this baby than not having this baby, so to add a false week on my timeline is not something I want to do.
There are so many things I want to remember about this pregnancy, but I have been so lazy about updating here, I always think I should at least write once a week, but I get busy and forget to post. I have been feeling the baby move pretty regularly, there are times when it is more active and sometimes it still catches me off guard to feel something inside me move. My initial reaction will be to tell myself my stomach is doing flips until I remember there is a kid inside of me doing flips, and it is most likely not my stomach.
There hasn't been a lot of progress made towards the completion of the nursery. However, if you are one of those people who considers progress 'piling clothes and sundry items around the room', then the nursery is actually very close to completion. There will be a December baby shower in my hometown and I am hoping the weekend of that shower Jim will be able to stay home and do lots of damage to our house, which will also be considered progress on the nursery front. We shall see.
In other news I finally decided to sit down a measure my ever expanding chest. Considering that I am still wearing my original brassieres, you can take my word for it when I say things are a little...crammed. Everything I have read says make sure to invest in proper fitting under garments, as you will be so much more comfortable. This makes perfect sense and, if I weren't so lazy, would have been very valuable advice for when I first began to expand in my upper torso region. So, without further delay I must announce that the number part of my current bra size sounds something like dirty mate and the letter part falls between C and E. I have to admit that I was shocked, considering that before this whole pregnancy business started I topped the charts at a nice, normal 34B. Luckily I have been wearing many a sports bra, which seem to do a fine job of supporting the girls, and last night I had the good fortune of being able to borrow a few bras much closer to my current size. So, while things are still a little tight up top, it is a vast improvement over what my breasts were being submitted to days ago. My chest is thanking me as I type this.
We still have no name for this child if it turns out to be a boy. Our attempts to choose a boy name go a little something like this:
a. Discuss family names that we both like
b. Decide that we need more boy choice names from my side of the family
c. Repeat top three name choices about a bazillion times
d. Mention again that it would be nice to have more choices from my family
e. Begin thinking of names we find hilarious, i.e. Truck, Robot, and Brick
f. Lather, Rinse, Repeat
The last few times we have tried talking about boy names I find myself getting annoyed with our choices, but I have done nothing to explore boy names on my side of the family, so really I can only be annoyed with myself, which: no. I do not like to be annoyed with myself and so then I get annoyed with Jim for not being more open minded, and good grief, if he could just like a few of the choices I suggest we wouldn't be in this predicament, now would we?
I continue to wake up during the night; and lately I have had the pleasure of waking up not once, but twice a night for an hour or so. Add a little heartburn to the mix, and the end result = pregnant me. I am feeling more and more crankier lately, probably due to lack of sleep, and as a result I want to complain more, about anything, about nothing. Last night I wanted to complain over and over again about how badly my throat was hurting and how this heartburn is driving me insane. I try and refrain from sending Jim over the edge with all my complainyness, but it gets hard. The worst part is this kid won't even appreciate what all I went through for another 25 years. If only I could make it see now how much I suffer in the name of love...
As Thanksgiving approaches I think of all the things I have to be thankful for. While I may be feeling sorry for myself right now, I really am thankful for this child, as well as for how easy this pregnancy has been up to this point. Life, even with its lack of sleep and raw, burny throat, really is good and I wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world.
There are so many things I want to remember about this pregnancy, but I have been so lazy about updating here, I always think I should at least write once a week, but I get busy and forget to post. I have been feeling the baby move pretty regularly, there are times when it is more active and sometimes it still catches me off guard to feel something inside me move. My initial reaction will be to tell myself my stomach is doing flips until I remember there is a kid inside of me doing flips, and it is most likely not my stomach.
There hasn't been a lot of progress made towards the completion of the nursery. However, if you are one of those people who considers progress 'piling clothes and sundry items around the room', then the nursery is actually very close to completion. There will be a December baby shower in my hometown and I am hoping the weekend of that shower Jim will be able to stay home and do lots of damage to our house, which will also be considered progress on the nursery front. We shall see.
In other news I finally decided to sit down a measure my ever expanding chest. Considering that I am still wearing my original brassieres, you can take my word for it when I say things are a little...crammed. Everything I have read says make sure to invest in proper fitting under garments, as you will be so much more comfortable. This makes perfect sense and, if I weren't so lazy, would have been very valuable advice for when I first began to expand in my upper torso region. So, without further delay I must announce that the number part of my current bra size sounds something like dirty mate and the letter part falls between C and E. I have to admit that I was shocked, considering that before this whole pregnancy business started I topped the charts at a nice, normal 34B. Luckily I have been wearing many a sports bra, which seem to do a fine job of supporting the girls, and last night I had the good fortune of being able to borrow a few bras much closer to my current size. So, while things are still a little tight up top, it is a vast improvement over what my breasts were being submitted to days ago. My chest is thanking me as I type this.
We still have no name for this child if it turns out to be a boy. Our attempts to choose a boy name go a little something like this:
a. Discuss family names that we both like
b. Decide that we need more boy choice names from my side of the family
c. Repeat top three name choices about a bazillion times
d. Mention again that it would be nice to have more choices from my family
e. Begin thinking of names we find hilarious, i.e. Truck, Robot, and Brick
f. Lather, Rinse, Repeat
The last few times we have tried talking about boy names I find myself getting annoyed with our choices, but I have done nothing to explore boy names on my side of the family, so really I can only be annoyed with myself, which: no. I do not like to be annoyed with myself and so then I get annoyed with Jim for not being more open minded, and good grief, if he could just like a few of the choices I suggest we wouldn't be in this predicament, now would we?
I continue to wake up during the night; and lately I have had the pleasure of waking up not once, but twice a night for an hour or so. Add a little heartburn to the mix, and the end result = pregnant me. I am feeling more and more crankier lately, probably due to lack of sleep, and as a result I want to complain more, about anything, about nothing. Last night I wanted to complain over and over again about how badly my throat was hurting and how this heartburn is driving me insane. I try and refrain from sending Jim over the edge with all my complainyness, but it gets hard. The worst part is this kid won't even appreciate what all I went through for another 25 years. If only I could make it see now how much I suffer in the name of love...
As Thanksgiving approaches I think of all the things I have to be thankful for. While I may be feeling sorry for myself right now, I really am thankful for this child, as well as for how easy this pregnancy has been up to this point. Life, even with its lack of sleep and raw, burny throat, really is good and I wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world.
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