Don't touch the belly

This shirt from Molly Anna is awesome! I found it at Design Mom.
"Maternity Wardrobe $2,408
Nursery Furniture $1,317
Touching my belly $5
Some things money can't buy.
For everything else, you need cold hard cash."

I am not mortally offended, but yeah, it really bugs me. I'm not obviously at that stage yet, but it will come. If I want you to feel my baby moving or hiccuping, or if I want you to gauge how much is fat verses baby, or if I just want a reassuring pat, I'll let you know.

P.S. It's all baby! During late pregnancy that is my favorite part. I never have to suck it in ever! I take pride in my firm and toned baby tummy!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh

Your heart may go thub dub, but baby Curtis goes whoosh whoosh whoosh, very fast I might add. I think baby is going to be robust and perfect.

One appointment down. One heartbeat, one midwife, two kids and one husband, one pap smear (not nearly so bad after 4 kids especially when they are in the waiting room), one breast exam, one bill, and one hour and 15 minutes down.

That's really how it went down. Just keeping it real for you all.

Enjoying it

I am officially going to start enjoying sitting on the couch, reading or blogging, taking a nap or just hanging out instead of doing all the stuff my stomach doesn't seem up to. All that stuff sounds fun right, well, starting today I'm going to enjoy it. I might as well. I won't be enjoying a clean house anytime soon!

Let the appointments begin. . .

I went in for my "orientation"/sign up appointment Monday. I was there an hour doing paperwork, blood and other bodily fluid work. Blah. I waited 20 minutes just to drop off my pee (and get blood drawn). Doctor (or midwife) appointments are not my favorite part of pregnancy. Could it be the endless waiting room minutes, or the endless half naked minutes on a very uncomfortable table in an appointment room waiting for my nurse midwife to examine all my pregnancy glory or the endless search for babysitters so my two boys don't have to make the endless minutes turn into near eternity?

So now I am official, kind of. I will be back next Monday and will hopefully hear a little heartbeat, a decidedly happy part of any appointment. Let's pray there aren't two. (Did I mention that I dreamt that I was having twins? It was undeniably a nightmare of drastic proportions. Twins for children 5 and 6? Ahhhh! Did I mention my dear aunt has twins for number 8 and 9 and still had a number 10? And do you know that I like endless parenthetical comments?)

P.S. I am now officially due on April 8, or was it April 5? I'm sticking to my original date of April 6. Maybe I should choose another day. No one else seems to agree, date wheels, nurses, my own rich and full BSN education, so who cares.

Maternity clothes, heaven forbid

I've been figuring that I'll wear my normal clothes through December if I was lucky. Really. I don't know when I got that idea, but it's just plain crazy! I'll be 6 months pregnant at the end of December. Ha, it will never happen.

So I've revised. First I was hoping through the end of November. When do I really start poking out? I can't remember. But I'm fairly sure it is before I'm five months pregnant. Bummer. I guess that little shopping spree for fall clothes is a little overkill. But I swear that I'll be wearing them at least through October. Just try me.

Maybe I'll just keep the shoes.

What to eat.

I really have a hard time finding something that sounds appatizing. I do like sweet pickles and cheddar cheese sometimes. I do crave chocolate sometimes. I always want a yummy drink, lemonade or a rootbeer freeze. Besides that, I'm all over the place.

I made some yummy pumpkin muffins, but they are still sitting in the pantry. They were really good, just not the right thing. Fruit seems to do well. But usually I can only think of one good thing at a time to eat. No options to choose from.

The other day I ran to the market for some fruit and stuff and ended up bringing home sweet corn puff thingys. I have never in my life bought those before. But they were sweet and salty and when I was tired of them, my kids devoured them. They were the only treat I saw that I wanted. Really. That is not a normal thing for me. I'm not usually picky about my sweets.

So dinner presents a big challange. Often nothing sounds good at all. So I procrastinate the day of my repentance and Matt comes home to nothing. Then we have waffles. Yesterday taco salad sounded good, never mind that we had 6 chips left and barely enough cheese for a sandwich or two. We (by that I mean me, Matt, and my neighbor Chris) made it work and I ate a bunch. Tonight, I'm not feeling so motivated. What sounds good to you when you are pregnant?

Why do we wait?

I'm starting to let the news leak out. It is fun to tell. People are always happy to hear. And they ask how you are like they really care all about your morning stomach woes, and they smile at you, and they ask about your future.

So why do women like to wait as long as possible to spill the beans? I know, there is the possible miscarriage and "the longer people know and keep asking, the longer those 9 months will seem" excuse. I feel some satisfaction from hearing a person say, "4 months along! I had no idea! You look great!" But as I think about it, doesn't that just mean you always look 4 months pregnant? Hmmm.

So, I'm trying not to care. Society just seems to frown on that course of action. But the truth is, if you know why I am wearing less makeup, more sweats, my house is less clean and I put off more things, then I'll feel less embarrassed and guilty when I see you next. EVERYONE, I'M PREGNANT!

Tired

I'm tired. I guess that sums it up. Right now, things like a little nap or sitting and reading are taking precedent over blogging. And blogging isn't too stressful. Just imagine all the other things that are left undone. I'll leave it to your imagination. Real life would probably scare you.