Archive for the "Me Being Pregnant" Category
Sep
02nd
2010
Okay, I’m getting seriously lazy with these posts because I’m actually 2 days away from being 15 weeks. And yes, I felt the need to tell you all that because the entire time you’re pregnant all you really care about is being farther ahead of where you are and you want the world to know that HEY, I’m really 5 days farther along than what the title of this post says and I realize it seems like a petty & insignificant detail, but I LIVED through those 5 days of constipation and grief so it makes a difference, DANG IT!
It’s an actual baby belly now & not just gas. I REJOICE!
This week I downgraded from Gold Level Throw Up Queen to a content state of Gagging While Brushing Teeth. It’s the little things, people.
Also, I’m going to a wedding this weekend and I’m currently on the hunt for an outfit that doesn’t make me look like I did at the wedding I attended two weeks ago. Which was basically a WHALE with flip flops and smeared eyeliner.
Horrendous, I know. I’d like to go for something a little less frumpy this time, and that requires me to find a cute dress today on my lunch break. Wish me luck!
Tags: 14 weeks pregnant belly photo pregnancy wedding outfit Categories: Me Being Pregnant Me Being a Mom Personal Pregnancy #2
Aug
31st
2010
Ahh, choosing a name. It can be a fun, exciting chance for expectant parents to bond or it can be a freaking nightmare, depending on who your husband is. I’ll give you one guess as to how splendid this experience has been so far.
Hint:
Agreeing on a name for this baby has been a tedious process for Justin and I. It was pretty easy for us to settle on Madeline, being that I had it chosen for my future daughter since I was 15 and was never going to change my mind, so help me God we both absolutely loved it right off the bat. This time around, he’s not been so cooperative. (Shoot.)
The man is more than just picky. If he had a legitimate reason to rule out a name that’d be fine, but he’ll come up with these super ridiculous name associations as reasons why the would never work for a child of ours. They’re not even real reasons, they’re just… I don’t even know. Feel my pain as you read ACTUAL excuses he’s given me:
Amelia – “It just makes me think of a World War I plane.” You mean like Amelia Earhart?
Pearl – “Sounds like an old woman who smells like mothballs and shops at Penny’s.” My Great-Aunt Pearlie doesn’t smell like mothballs. I’ll have to confirm the JCPenny thing though…
Elijah – “It’s just because you want to call him Eli, isn’t it? No.” BUT IT’S CUUUUUTE!
Liam – “Prime rib.” …Really????
He doesn’t really contribute any ideas, he just disagrees in a really annoying way. I can’t work like this. All Justin knows is that he wants our kid to have a badass name. If this baby is a boy, he is going to fight me tooth and nail to have his middle name be “Danger” just so he will be able to say “My middle name is Danger.” Aaaaand you think I’m joking.
As of right now, this baby is being referred to as Jack Bauer Bruce Wayne Schwarzenegger Danger Gable. It… it just doesn’t have the classic sound I’m aiming for.
I’ll keep you posted on any new developments. Prayers are welcome.
Tags: baby names Danger is my middle name Categories: Me Being Pregnant Me Being a Mom Personal Pregnancy #2
Aug
25th
2010
…and BAM! SECOND TRIMESTER!!
As an onlooker, I’m sure the past few months have seemed to fly by, but I am confident to say there’s never been a time in my life that has gone by as slowly as the first trimester of my pregnancies. Here are a few reasons why.
- You don’t really look pregnant, and people are still sort of afraid to comment on your belly because it could just be the result of eating too many rainbow chip cupcakes.
- Poop is a foreign term. It’s sad… I look upon Maddie with such bowel jealousy.
- You’re pretty much feel like you are the most fragile person in the history of the universe, and the slightest bit of jostling will -OMGz!- hurt your baby. This makes you constantly anxious.
Example:
A few weeks ago I was walking in the Target parking lot and a lady whizzed by me in her car. Okay okay. She was going like 4 mph, but she was too close to me and my unborn so it made me stupid-nervous. I shot her the most evil look of death I could muster, jumped to the side of the aisle and threw my arms up with the most ridiculous, exaggerated movement you could imagine. She didn’t even notice my tantrum. Bah! So much effort for nothing!
BUTBUTBUT, this magical thing called the 2nd trimester is supposed to bring some equally magical things with it. Like energy! And appetite! Baby kicks! A healthy glow! And the best of all… Mama Fat!
I’m ready. Bring it, baby Gable. BRING IT.
Tags: 13 weeks pregnant second trimester Categories: Me Being Pregnant Personal Pregnancy #2 Uncategorized
Aug
24th
2010
Last night I had a dream I was driving behind the slowest person in all of humanity. I rode this car’s tail and was becoming all hulkish and crazy-anxious to get to my shopping destination.
All of a sudden, the car stopped and a man stepped out. With both hands in his pockets, he casually strolled back toward my car and stood right at my window. Cocky jerk. I couldn’t see his face, but as I rolled down the window I was fully prepared to rip him a new one. Road rage, much?
The mystery driver bent down, looked through the window and stared straight into my eyes…
Andy Samberg??? Oh. Umm… Okay?
Andy smiled and I immediately melted like butter (???). He politely asked if I’d like to go get a slice of pizza with him (???). Just as I was about to say the words, “Yes! Take me to pizza and then let’s ride on a white horse off into the sunset together”, I woke up.
I seriously don’t know what the deal is with my crazy pregnant dreams. They almost always star a somewhat strange and quirky actor, none of which I find attractive or sexy in any way. I have no clue why they keep popping into my dreams like this. And a slice of pizza? Is THAT the true way to my heart?
Skeet Ulrich… Andy Samberg… Where is Jason Statham when I need him?
(If you see Jason, tell him he’s welcome to pop into my dreams any night he wants. And that I prefer Chinese takeout over pizza.)
Categories: Me Being Crazy Me Being Pregnant Personal Pregnancy #2
Aug
18th
2010
I hit the 12 week mark last Saturday, which basically means I was able to start breathing again for the first time in 3 months. They say you’re supposed to be in somewhat of a safe zone after you make it to 12 weeks, so I’ve pretty much been fist pumping my way through the first half of this week. Huuuuge sigh of relief.
(I promise I’m normally quite jolly and do smile with my teeth on occasion.)
So yes, I was feeling great until yesterday morning. I went to the bathroom and –MEN, LOOK AWAY NOW– I noticed I was having a little bit of a bleeding problem. HELLO. Cue the pregnant woman hysterics. And this happened, seriously, 10 minutes after I posted this little bit of joy on Twitter:
I knew I wasn’t imagining those flutters, but what perfect timing mother nature has, right? I was a confused, terrified, blubbering mess, wondering if those were the first and last little movements I’d ever feel from this baby. So. Many. Tears.
My nurse was able to get me in a few hours later, did a check up of my lady business and said everything looked pretty normal, but that I do need to be taking it easy for a while. That’s all I will say for fear of making you all gag and run for the hills, but just know I’m fine.
She also listened for the baby’s heartbeat and COULDN’T FREAKING FIND IT, so naturally, there was more crying. I was sent to get an ultrasound, which normally means !!!!!!!!!BABY!!!!!!!!!!!, but this time was more like …!?…!????:(
I held my breath as the ultrasound tech started working, and again, started crying when I saw this sweet thing do a big jump:
Baby #2 is just fine. Thank God.
Categories: Me Being Pregnant Personal Pregnancy #2
