- This baby is doing some crazy uterus acrobatics. I can actually see my belly flopping around.
- I’m watching the Real Housewives of New York and am so thankful I am not like any of them.
- So excited for the future.
- So terrified of the future.
- Contemplating bumping up my OB appointment from next week to this week because my ankle/foot swelling is out of control and it kinda worries me.
- My high school dreams are coming true.
- ‘Bout to eat this ice cream.
Yes that’s chocolate ice cream with marshmallows on top. My husband came up with that. Now do you people understand why I married him? Impromptu rocky road without the rocky part.
My view of the giant belly during a particularly long, boring webinar. Baby H is kicking me like crazy and I can now feel it from the outside. Best feeling ever. Until he kicks the bladder, that is.
As difficult as it was to agree on a first name for our little boy, Chris and I had an even harder time agreeing on the middle name. I really wanted the middle name to have a cool meaning or story behind it, especially since the first name is very classic. He wanted another classic name. After a lot of discussion and pouting (on my part), I totally won. Pouting always wins!
I won’t share the name yet, but I’m excited for the day when I do. The name has a very special meaning to me.
In other baby news: I’m getting bigger and bigger and more and more uncomfortable. Sleeping is becoming more difficult, even with the Snoogle. My hips are starting to ache, so I lay on one side and wake up an hour later in pain. Turn to the other side and repeat. It’s no bueno.
I’m finally looking pregnant and not just like a fatty, so that’s exciting. Maybe someday soon I’ll post a belly pic. Maybe.
Another ultrasound on Monday. In the beginning, I thought getting an ultrasound every month would be fun, but now not so much. The co-pays and out of pocket charges are killing me. I might ask the doctor for a little break. Let me buy some damn diapers or something, sheesh! All this baby stuff is expensive and we gotta start stockpiling now.
I’ll end on this from the Oatmeal: