Being a witch =)

Here's me being a grumpy witch again =) Enjoy.

Typical random conversation with a random stranger:

Stranger: Are you pregnant?

Me: Yes.

Stranger: How far along?

Me: About 23 weeks.

Stranger: Oh wow. Boy or girl?

Me: Boy

Stranger: Aw man. Well, any names yet?

Me: Not really.

Stranger: When are you due?

Me: Sept. 30

Stranger: Oh wow...You should have it on the 28th. That's my stepbrother's wife's cousin's grandma's bday. 

Me: Oh really. How cool. Yeah, in that case I should. 

Stranger: And you should name him (Insert random name here). That's different.

Me: Thanks. Yeah I'll do that. 

OMG. See there are a couple things wrong with this scenario. Ok, I'm all up for questions but I am happy about having a boy! Why do other people care? HAHA. Especially strangers at that. Second, why do I care when your (insert family member)'s bday is? And why do you care if my kid is born on that day? And why are you naming my baby???? Grrr.

Craving of the week

Ok, so I had some cravings in the first trimester...nothing very crazy but here's a rundown:

-strawberry milk (I went a week drinking about 3 glasses a day)

-pizza products (Once I went to the grocery without Andrew and came home with pizza rolls, a Digorno pizza, pizza lean pockets, and bagel bites...Andrew flipped out. HAHA)

-pickles...leading to pickle juice (Andrew came home and I had a straw in the jar. I'm serious.)

-guacamole

And now, it's raw cabbage and vinegar. And a sprinkle of black pepper on top. It's yum. You should try it. I'm not even exaggerating when I say that I probably ate a half of a cabbage yesterday. HAHA.

Looking good

I had another visit this morning. Everything is looking great. My BP is normal and baby's heartbeat is good. At the last visit I had, I had a triple screen test (aka Maternal Serum Analyte Screen) done which is a blood test that screens for certain conditions such as Down Syndrome, Trisomy 18, and neural tube defects. Everything is looking good according to the dr. Baby's chance of having Down Syndrome is .03%. I definitely don't worry as much as I used to because I can feel baby move now. It still feels like a flutter right now. I''ll enjoy that for now because I know soon he'll be punching and kicking me. =)

20 Week Picture

Here it is. I'm huge. I know it...but you know, I'm starting to embrace it. Baby is big too...so there's my excuse. Plus, in my defense it's really almost week 21. So there. I took one with my shirt down so you can see that I look like Winnie the Pooh a little bit. HAHA.

It's a BOY!!!!

So my gut was right...it's a BOY!!! We are so excited! Baby was being stubborn and would not open his legs. When he finally did, we were in for a surprise! As you can see in the 1st pic, there's no doubt that it's a boy! HAHA...let's just say that Andrew is proud. Right now baby weighs 12 ounces and is 9 inches long. She said he's a little big and chubby but much better than being too skinny. I do need to work on my water intake though because baby doesn't have much space to move. I'll see ya'll soon!!

Goodnight?

Can't a woman get a good night's sleep?? And I know it's only going to get worse. Sleeping right now is miserable...first off, I have always slept on my stomach...ALWAYS. Well, it's getting uncomfortable. They tell you not to sleep on your back. So that leaves the side...so I got this Boppy body pillow that looks like a big comma. It's pretty good but everytime I want to switch sides I have to wake up and move the pillow. Once I woke up and Andrew was sleeping on his back and the pillow was flat on top of him covering his face!! HAHA. So, that aside...there's also reflux and heartburn. I pop my nightly Zantac but as soon as I lie down I have to will the contents of my stomach to stay where they belong. =( If that's not enough, there's the centipede episode. For those who don't know, a couple weeks ago I woke up with a centipede on my back crawling into my underwear...it stung me on my back and scarred me for life. (Mentally not physically). For those of you that have never had the opportunity to see a centipede...they are DISGUSTING!!!! Trust me, I'd rather wake up with a spider on me. So my point is that as soon as I get comfy, I think there's a centipede on me and I'm up and freaking out! We sleep with the tv on and a flashlight next to me. Grrrr. What else?? Oh yeah, then there's the fact that I have to get up to pee at least once a night.

Lastly, I have one more new sleep problem...every night for the past couple nights, I have woken up with a charlie horse in my calf. NOT COOL. Why is it that when you're most tired you're also most likely to be uncomfortable? God works in mysterious ways...I heard that it's to train me for when the baby's born. Won't be getting much sleep then either. HAHA

Holy Hormones, Batman!

So, I am literally a basketcase. If I wasn't one before, I am definitely one now. So far this week I have cried over the following:

-Because I feel like a bad mom to Molly

-Because I missed Andrew when he was downstairs and I was upstairs

-Because I'm going to miss Molly and Andrew when I go to NOLA next week

-Because of that damn commercial with the dogs and the cats in their kennels and that Sarah Mclachlin song "Angel" is playing. ADOPT THE DOGS, people!!

-Because it's not fair that I don't know the sex of my baby yet because it's MY baby (HAHA...yes, I did just say that)

-Because I couldn't get comfortable the other night in bed

-Because I haven't felt baby move yet

-And lastly, I was 15 minutes late for work yesterday because I can't fit in anything and I look stupid in everything I wear. I had to call my boss while I was crying and explain to her why I was gonna be late. Thank God she just had a baby so she understands...in fact, she told me she had a bag of clothes to give me and to just show up in regular clothes.

So yes...it's out of hand. Poor Andrew trying to console me when I don't even know why I'm crying half the time. Oh Lord.